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Keep Your Grades Up

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At 18, Ali Hamilton was the most popular girl in high school. With blond hair, blue eyes, and an amiable personality it was hard not to love her. She could charm her way through any situation and insult you without letting you know it. She was also the head cheerleader. And as a cheerleader she was required by the school to keep her grades above a C average. Currently, she was failing history.

It was a boring class and the last one of the day. So of course she was bored by it all. The teacher didn’t help much. Mr. Lynch was in his mid-thirties. With dark hair and eyes, I guess you could find him handsome in a certain light. When he spoke though, his voice was very monotone. He never showed any emotion during class or outside of it that Ali had seen. Lynch was also very strict with grades, and as soon as Ali’s grades started dropping he had sent a letter home to her father.

Today was their parent-teacher conference. Ali was not looking forward to it. She had a feeling that her father was going to side with Mr. Lynch which meant she would either have to quit cheerleading and give up her post as captain or they would add more homework to her already large pile of projects. Neither sounded like a good option to her. Needless to say she went through the day with a cloud over her head.

Finally the time came for her to meet her father and teacher. She met her dad at the front door of the school. Her dad, James, was dressed in his usual business attire: dark grey suit, crisp white shirt, black tie, and shiny black shoes. Not a hair was out of place on his head. His cool grey eyes met hers as he walked towards her. Either he’d had a very bad day at the office or he wasn’t looking forward to the meeting with Mr. Lynch.

“Alright Ali, let’s get this over with,” he said grabbing her arm. She walked him to Mr. Lynch’s classroom. He’d sat two chairs in front of Beylikdüzü escort his desk and was currently going over some papers. James knocked on the doorframe. Mr. Lynch looked up and walked over, shaking James’s hand.

“You must be Mr. Hamilton, I’m Mr. Ethan Lynch. Please come sit down.” The three of them walked to Mr. Lynch’s desk and took their respective seats. James and Ethan stared at each other for a moment. Ali assumed they were sizing each other up as men tend to do. Mr. Lynch smiled and pulled out a folder.

“Well, as the letter mentioned Ali’s grades are dropping. I know my class is the last on her daily schedule and I’m sure it can be very boring but she needs to pull her grades up if she wants to continue cheerleading.” James nodded in understanding.

“What do you suggest we do about this Mr. Lynch?”

“Well she could always attend tutoring sessions after school.”

“No,” Ali interrupted. “If I do after school tutoring then I won’t be able to do the rest of my schoolwork.”

“There’s always early morning tutoring,” Ethan suggested.

“She can’t do mornings. She has to work late at night and doesn’t get home until late.”

“Hmm, then it seems like we’re in a predicament Mr. Hamilton.”

“I agree but we need to find something that will motivate her to raise her grades,” James said. They all went quiet for a moment, brainstorming motivational ideas.

“Wait, I have an idea,” Mr. Lynch said. “With your permission that is.” James looked at Ethan, very confused. Ethan took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

“If you’ll allow it, I think having your daughter perform some sexual acts would give her some motivation and may even cause her to pay closer attention in class.” Ali gasped and stood up in indignation.

“Are you serious? Daddy, you can’t let him do this. There has to be another way.” Beylikdüzü escort Ali looked at her father. He wouldn’t even meet her eyes. “Oh my God, you can’t seriously be thinking about letting him do this.”

“Well Ali, do you have any better suggestions?” Ali went quiet, biting her lip, then shook her head.

“Do I have your permission Mr. Hamilton?”

“Yeah, I mean, we can’t come up with anything better.” Mr. Lynch got up and walked around his desk. Ali backed up slightly, not sure what to do. Mr. Lynch grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. He brushed her hair away from his neck and kissed her collarbone softly. He ran his hand from her arm to her waist, holding her close against his body. Ethan kept kissing her neck and gradually she relaxed against him. He kissed a line from her neck to her jaw and then gently brushed his lips against hers.

She drew in a sharp breath and let out a small moan, wrapping her arms around Ethan’s neck. She pressed herself against Mr. Lynch and could feel his erection pressing against her. She bit her lip, trying to keep herself from grinding against him. Ali looked over at her father and noticed he was watching them closely. Heat rushed up her face as Mr. Lynch led her to his desk. He undid his belt and unzipped his pants letting his straining cock fall out. Ali’s eyes got wider as she noticed how long he was.

Ethan beckoned her over, grabbing her hand and placing it on his dick. He threw his head back as her cool fingers slowly started exploring his member. He pushed her to her knees in front of him and she looked up at him. Mr. Lynch wound his fingers in her hair and gently pushed her towards his dick. Her soft lips brushed against the head of his cock making him draw in a sharp breath. Ali slowly took Mr. Lynch’s dick into her mouth, slowly running her tongue over every inch of him. His hold on her Escort Beylikdüzü hair tightened and he tried to thrust himself even further.

Ali’s fingers stroked down his cock while she blew him, trailing down to his balls. She gently squeezed them making Ethan jerk and thrust into her throat. She gagged and pulled him out of her mouth. Mr. Lynch bent her over his desk, making the skirt of her cheerleading uniform ride up her thighs and giving him a wonderful view of her tight ass. He kicked her legs apart and forced her even lower on the desk. Ali looked around for her father but she couldn’t see him. Suddenly she felt Mr. Lynch’s hard cock pushing against her pussy lips, begging for entry.

She moaned as he slid against her wetness. Ethan slid his dick between her outer lips, just letting his dick get coated in her juices. Ali moaned when his cock hit her clit. Suddenly there was a dick in her mouth. She rolled her eyes up to see her father looking down at her, stroking his dick and pushing it further into her mouth. He moaned when she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock.

Mr. Lynch pushed his dick balls-deep into her pussy. Ali moaned loudly around her father’s dick. Ethan was so big and she was so tight. James started fucking her throat while Ethan took her from behind, fingering her ass and playing with her clit. Ali closed her eyes and lost herself to the feel of her teacher fucking her and her father’s cock in her mouth. Soon her dad pulled out and she watched as he jacked himself off onto her face.

Ethan’s thrusts were getting faster and deeper. Ali had to hold on to the desk to keep her balance. She pressed her hips back against him and screamed as her orgasm overtook her. Amidst it all she felt Mr. Lynch cum in her and felt it dripping down her thigh as he pulled out. He helped her stand up and straightened out her skirt. She put her hair up in a ponytail and watched as the two men zipped up and tucked in their shirts.

From then on Ali had no problem keeping her grades up in history. She was also spending a lot more time after school and had many more parent-teacher conferences.

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Race Play Ch. 17

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My name is Christine Lambert. I’m a six-foot-tall, good-looking young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I work in real estate and it’s depressing. The recession is in full swing and western New York is bearing the brunt of it in my opinion. There are scores of foreclosed homes in both African-American and White neighborhoods. Something has to be done and quickly. Otherwise we’re doomed.

The city of Buffalo as it stands today isn’t anything like the city I grew up in. When I was younger, the city of Buffalo was home to a thriving African-American middle class. Black men and Black women with money would leave the big city and raise their families in Buffalo. That was a long time ago. Before the recession. Now, Buffalo seems to be going to hell. Doesn’t matter if you’re black or white, you will feel the sting of the recession. I’m finding out that no one is recession proof.

My firm, Lambert & Russell Realtors, tries hard to thrive in the recession. Recently, I sold a nice house in East Buffalo to a black family from South Africa. I can’t tell you how happy I was to sell a house to a black family. A nice two-story house with a big yard and a pool. The father of the family is Timothy Adewale, a London-born anthropologist who fought for human rights in The Republic of South Africa. He taught at a university in Johannesburg for ten years before moving to North America. He’s going to head the anthropology department at Buffalo State University.

I liked the good professor and his family. His wife Carol was an attractive, kind of tall black woman in her early forties. She’s an accounting executive with World Bank. Their sons Jerome and Andy are attending the local high school. Yeah, they looked good together. What they don’t know is that the house I sold them used to belong to this wealthy Jewish guy named Michael Rosenthal. What happened to them was tragic.

Mike Rosenthal was a wealthy Jewish lawyer who lived in that big house with his wife Ira and their three daughters. When the recession hit, they tried to survive but eventually faced foreclosures. And what did Mike Rosenthal do? He committed suicide. Yeah, he sent himself to the next world. Sometimes, I wonder why so many white people seem self-destructive when things don’t go their way. Blacks, Asians and Hispanics have been affected by the recession far more than white people have. Yet whenever I hear something about someone ending themselves over losing their house, it’s never a person of color.

Personally, I don’t think white men and white women are used to having a tough time. Usually, they have it easy. Historically Beylikdüzü escort speaking, they always have. For centuries, they simply invaded other lands, wiped out the people and stole their resources. That’s what they did to Native Americans, Aboriginals and Africans. Centuries later, they’re still exploiting people of color around the world. Now, some progress has been made by people of color. The Republic of China along with the Japanese Empire threw off the shackles of European imperialism and rose to become dominant powers respected and feared throughout the planet Earth.

Scores of African countries who were once ruled by European powers demanded their independence and got it. Now, they call the shots in their homelands. As is their right as sovereign nations. Of course, Europeans won’t leave them alone. They still interfere with these countries developments every chance they get. Usually under the guise of helping them. Imperialism is a fading system. Especially since white men and white women’s numbers are plummeting worldwide. In the continent of North America, people of color will soon outnumber Caucasians. In the United States of America, a Black man is President. In the Republic of Canada, a Black woman runs the country.

I wish I could say I felt sorry for what happened to Rosenthal but I don’t. His people have ruled the world for far too long. It’s a good thing they’re experiencing hardship these days. Europeans should come to know what personal and political pain, loss of power and status fall are. These might make them better people. Perhaps it’s their time to be humbled. If so, I say it’s about time. No one can simply reign unchallenged and undefeated forever. That’s because no one is invincible. Not even the imperialists themselves.

So it’s with a smile on my face that I sold the foreclosed house of that Jewish American family to that nice black family from the Republic of South Africa. My way of balancing the universe. Karma is a bitch and so am I. Sometimes, I absolutely love my job. My real estate firm is doing alright in the recession. We have three offices and twenty employees. I’ve got African-Americans, Asians, Hispanics and Arabs working for me. My assistant Valerie, a young black woman who moved to Buffalo from Atlanta, recently hired some interns without my approval. One of those interns is this blonde-haired white chick named Rory Jones. Someone I can’t stand.

Rory Jones is one of those bubbly, empty-headed and eternally happy-go-lucky white chicks I absolutely can’t stand. She attends Buffalo State University and moved to Buffalo from Long Island last year. Beylikdüzü escort I can’t stand this flat-chested skinny white chick. She asks too many questions. And like so many white chicks from the suburbs, she’s got a serious case of jungle fever. I’ve caught her flirting with just about every black man who ever walks near the office. Yeah, I’ve got a dumb white slut working at my firm. She’ll be with us for four weeks unless I can find a reason to send her packing.

One day, I decided to check her computer to see if I could find dirt on her. As owner and chief executive of the firm, I could check into any of the computers at our offices. What I found amazed me, once I got passed her pathetically laughable firewall and her easy-to-guess password. Rory Jones was looking at a website featuring Black and White Lesbians. I was quite surprised, to say the least. Now, I know lots of women watch porn. I do too. However, I was really surprised that Rory Jones the dumb white slut was gay or at least bisexual. I thought she was a cock hunter for sure. As I looked at her history of visited websites, she walked in on me. I looked at her and smiled slyly. Rory frowned and asked me what I was doing there. The nerve on that woman. I told her that I was the firm’s owner, and I could do whatever I wanted. Then I turned the PC around and showed Rory the websites. The white chick’s face turned red when she saw it. I smiled. I had her right where I wanted her.

I stood up and glared at Rory Jones sternly. I told her that porn was forbidden at the office. As was using my firm’s private computers for personal use. Rory Jones began blabbering. She told me that she was sorry about that. She explained that she was just curious. I smiled. Of course this white chick was curious about sexy, strong black women. She began pleading with me not to fire her. She told me that if she got tossed out of this firm’s internship program, her GPA at school would drop. And if it dropped anymore, she would lose her financial aid and be forced to drop out. I looked at the quivering, pleading young white woman. I licked my lips, imagining the possibilities. I smiled at Rory Jones.

That night, Rory Jones showed up at my house, ready to do anything I asked. I sat naked in my living room couch, and ordered her to strip naked before me. I looked at this pale and skinny, flat-chested white chick as she got naked before me. Not exactly hot but whatever. I ordered her to kneel before me and amazingly, she obeyed. I smiled at her, and rose to my feet. Then I fastened a black leather collar around her neck. Rory asked me what the collar was for. I told Escort Beylikdüzü her that she was my property, and I was going to show her what a strong black woman was all about. Then I smacked her hard for questioning me. Rory gasped, but said nothing.

I fixed a leash to Rory’s collar and walked around the house with her. You should have been there to see it. A strong black woman, gloriously naked, walking around with her submissive white female slave. It was so hot. I had a lot of fun with her that night. I ordered her to clean my house and she did. Rory did the dishes, cleaned the sink, broomed the floor and cleaned the toilet. She even did the windows. Afterwards, she knelt before me and sucked my toes. I’ve always wanted to make a submissive white chick suck my toes. Many dominant black lesbians have similar fantasies. When Rory was done sucking my toes, I ordered her to lie down. I laid my feet on her back, using her as a foot stool as I read the latest Zane novel.

Afterwards, I punished Rory for looking at porn in the first place. I bent her over my knee and spanked her until her pale ass turned crimson. I spanked her with my hand and hairbrush. Rory yelped as she got her rightful punishment. To top things off, I made her spread her skinny thighs wide open and shoved two fingers into her pussy. Rory howled in pleasure as I fucked her with my fingers. I laughed and pinched her tits while fucking her. Then I donned my strap-on dildo and fucked her pussy with it. Rory squealed as I fucked her pussy with gusto, thrusting my strap-on dildo deep inside of her.

We really got into it and my sexy white female slave gave as good as she got. Rory was really submissive. After I plowed her pussy with my strap-on dildo, she begged me to fuck her in the ass. I spread her ass cheeks wide open and pressed my dildo against her asshole. With a swift thrust, I went inside. Rory squealed as I slammed my dildo up her asshole. Gripping her hips tightly, I rammed my dildo deep into her ass. Down where the sun didn’t shine. I felt my pussy get really wet as I fucked this silly white chick up her ass. The power I felt as I completely dominated her was absolutely awesome. I wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world. I fucked Rory’s ass until she begged for mercy, then fucked her some more. We both came time and again, and had lots of fun.

That was the first of many nights of passion to come, folks. Rory is now my very willing and very personal white female slave. She delights in serving her strong and dominant black mistress. Since I became her dominatrix, Rory’s schoolwork has improved and she’s one of our most dedicated interns at the firm. Also, my house is really, really clean these days. Rory loves her new life. It took a strong and dominant black woman to teach this silly white chick the finer qualities in life such as discipline and obedience to rightful authority.

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Quiet Please Ch. 01

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I’d spent the weeks after high-school finished soaking in some of the Melbourne sun, and relaxing with friends. Schoolies had been a blast, a handful of us camping down in Wilson’s Promontory for a full week was a great way to bring to a close the teenage years; our last chance to be irresponsible eighteen year olds before we all started university or full-time jobs. I had decided to take a year out, grab some part time work and save up to go travelling. But all of that could wait for a couple more weeks, as I had volunteered at the Australian Open tennis tournament that started in a few days.

My parents bought me my first junior racquet at the age of three, and I have been a massive tennis fan since. Despite loads of lessons growing up, and not for a lack of talent, nothing ever came of my gift. Perhaps it was a lack of effort, or more a focus on friends and school that prevented my progress beyond local lawn clubs. Yet my enthusiasm for the game never dampened. I still play once a week with my best friend Amanda, and have been a ball-girl at many tournaments around the city. But this was the first time I’d been chosen at the major, and I was really excited. So excited, that as had been happening often of late, I was laying on my bed staring at the ceiling, picturing all the stars I might get to meet.

I was stirred from my daydream by mum’s shouts from downstairs. She and dad were heading out to Auntie Ruth’s for the day, so I would be left to my own devices. I decided to get up and take a shower. Amanda was coming over to watch some movies, and I still had loads of tidying to do. I entered the shower room, and undressed in front of the mirror, deciding whether I could get away without washing my hair and doing my make-up. As the clothes dropped to the floor beside me, I gazed at the reflection in the glass. I guess you would describe me as petite, 5ft 2inches with a slim frame from my years of tennis. My auburn hair tumbled down past my shoulders, framing my heart-shaped face. I’m not what most people would call sexy, but I have been told I have a natural beauty. A few freckles on my cheeks and big brown eyes got me plenty of attention at school, most of it unwanted. My eyes took in the rest of my body, my B cup breasts and my cute, tight behind. I smiled as I slid behind the shower door.

The minutes flew by as they always do when the hot water runs over my body; I lose track of time and enjoy the feel of the water caressing my skin. I’d taken great care not to burn while we were camping, and although my skin was a little red, I was confident the sun had done no real damage. I decided to wash my hair, and quickly wrapped myself in towels as I heard a knock at the door. I threw on some track pants and a singlet and went to greet Amanda.

I opened the door to see my best friend pretending to scowl. “Took your sweet time didn’t you Nathalie? I was just Beylikdüzü escort about to give up and leave.” She playfully barged past me, and walked right into the kitchen and poured herself a drink.

“Sorry, just got out the shower,” I replied.

“I can see that, and you didn’t have time to put on any clothes,” she joked, staring at my chest. I followed her eyes, and my hands instinctively covered my nipples poking through my singlet, as we both giggled and went into the lounge room. Amanda had been my best friend since the age of eleven. We met at a tennis club, and had been inseparable since. She is what you would call gorgeous; A couple of inches taller than me, with beautiful olive skin and stunning C-cup breasts. Since she transferred to my school when we were fourteen she always had a string of guys after her. She loved the attention too, but couldn’t find a guy she really connected with and so one after the other, she grew tired of them. I had always been attracted to Amanda, but she had never given me any indication she was interested in girls in all the years we had been friends. My feelings now were almost completely platonic, and only rarely did I picture her in my fantasies.

Today though, she was not helping the situation. It was already 30 degrees outside, and Amanda was wearing a summer dress that was hard to take your eyes off. Unfortunately, I had that problem big time, and I constantly found myself gawking at her small hips, and huge cleavage. I could feel myself start to blush. If Amanda was aware of my gazes, she didn’t seem uncomfortable. Despite our closeness, I had never shared the fact that I was attracted to girls with her. We often talked about boys, and she was always pestering me as to why I had never so much as even kissed one. I always used the same response, that I just wasn’t interested in them yet. Truth be told, I had fallen hard for Amanda from the age of fourteen and had only last year resigned myself to the fact she just wasn’t interested. In spite of my best efforts at sleepovers to garner the courage to tell her of my feelings for girls, and more specifically, for her, I had never quite managed it.

It was on her birthday party last year that I had consciously decided to give up the pursuit of my friend. We had spent the whole day together after she dumped her latest boyfriend on the morning. As was her way, she didn’t show any emotion, and was already gossiping about her next potential challenge. It suddenly hit me, yes she was gorgeous, and I loved her as a friend; but she was not into girls, and she was not the type of person I wanted to be attracted to. Amanda is fleeting, egotistical and self-centred, I didn’t mind that in a friend, but i couldn’t sacrifice those qualities in my partner.

And so here we were, nearly a whole year later, with our friendship stronger than ever. Sure, in my private Beylikdüzü escort moments when the need for satisfaction became too much to withhold, it was Amanda’s face and body I pictured as I rubbed myself into my pillow. But those instances were far less frequent, and far less intense than years gone by. I suppose my lack of sexual experience, and lack of interest to date in anyone but Amanda, meant my needs were far fewer than that of most eighteen year old girls. So, having her round to my house, the two of us alone, was no longer the nervous, potentially sexual atmosphere it used to be. When she suddenly farted as we sat on the couch, I giggled as all of this was confirmed. She laughed too, and we sat for a few hours, aimlessly talking and watching movies.

My parents got home in the late afternoon, and Amanda and I moved up to my bedroom. Mum had invited Amanda to stay for dinner, so we sat on my bed, and she started talking about boys. I’d heard it all before, and my mind started to wander to thoughts of the tennis tournament. I would get to see Sharapova, Williams, Ivanovic and all the top players battling it out. My love for the game had prevented me from even considering these women sexually; I was always too focused on their backhand technique to consider how pretty they were. As I lay there, the feint sounds of Amanda’s voice continued in the background, always muffled until one sentence stood out loud and clear.

“So I finally had sex with Will last night.” It brought me round to the conversation sharply. Will was Amanda’s current conquest and her longest by some margin. They had been together for six weeks, and the fact she had made him wait this long was a big surprise to me. Amanda was not shy in telling me all about her sexual experiences, and she had shared each one in explicit detail since losing her virginity at fifteen. I used to close my eyes when she described it all to me, picture myself kissing her neck, touching her butt or taking her breasts to my mouth. But the stories became more common, the acts less sensual, and my interest waned. This time it was different. Will was the first guy she had been with that I hadn’t minded. He was sweet, funny and genuinely seemed to care for Amanda. It made it hard to hear her talk about dumping him each week, saying she was bored of him and needing to move on. I resolved myself to intervene in her love life for the first time last week, following another discussion of how she didn’t find Will attractive.

“He’s a nice guy Mandy. He really cares for you, you should give him a chance,” I had said.

“But he just doesn’t get me excited. I really need to get some, and I don’t think he’s going to satisfy me.”

“Fucking hell Amanda, not everything is about sex. Why don’t you try getting to know someone for longer than the two minutes it takes them to get your knickers off and maybe Escort Beylikdüzü think about him for a change?” I don’t know why I had said it. I didn’t really know Will, so it wasn’t for his benefit. I think it had been an attempt to change Amanda in some way, make her realise she was gaining a reputation at school. She had laughed when I said it. I didn’t understand at all, I figured I never would.

“Yeah, it was nice. He was a virgin, so it didn’t last long, but it felt good. He was pretty big!” She smiled as she saw me blush. “But yeah, after we had finished, we just lay on the bed and I started thinking. I asked him to leave.” I knew where this was heading. I zoned out again as she explained her reasons to me, reasons I’d heard many times before. I felt a little sorry for Will. Still, I bit my tongue as usual, and playfully pushed her off the bed.

Dinner was funny, as it always was when my parents chatted with Mandy. Dad had her life most of the time! Amanda was smart, very smart, but she could be quite ditsy at times, and my dad took fool advantage of it. Amanda didn’t mind, she took it all very well. Mum and I always had interesting chats about Amanda. She knew how close we were, and she thought of my friend like a second daughter, but I knew she had similar feelings to me regarding her personality. Mum however, was more confrontational than me, and enjoyed thoroughly quizzing Amanda on her every thought and action. I didn’t mind, as it often covered most of the stuff I wanted to say.

After a good meal, and a few interesting conversations, dad gave Mandy a lift home. Mum and I chatted as we did the washing up, initially about Amanda, but she sensed I had other things on my mind.

“Not long now honey! Soon you can be chasing balls for the stars.” I knew she was half-teasing but I didn’t care. I couldn’t wait.

The evening passed quickly, my parents and I watched television together as we often did. My mind however, was counting down to the Melbourne Open. I took to social media to voice my excitement. I felt myself becoming tired, and decided to head up for an early night.

As I lay in bed, the muggy night heat had me too warm too get comfortable. I had removed layer after layer of clothing, and now I was on top of the sheets, in nothing more than a pair of white cotton undies. It was sticky. I lay there for a few minutes, finally feeling myself drift off…

BRRRRRRRRRRRR BRRRRRRRRRR. I jumped out of my skin. My phone was on vibrate, sitting on the bed-side table. I wanted to ignore it, but I absent-mindedly pawed at it and opened the message. ‘Thanks for today bitch. Just remembered your tennis tournament starts next week, lemme know if you need help with your ball handling skills 😉 Mandy xxx’ I groaned as I put the phone back, smiling. Suddenly, her message had put her in my mind. It was hot, sticky and I couldn’t sleep. I had the most frustrating, annoying friend in the whole world. But she was so fucking sexy. My body was way ahead of me now. The image of Mandy’s breasts in that dress was barely in my head, and yet my hips were already pressing into the pillow between my legs.

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Daddy’s Amazing Amanda Ch. 04

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When we last heard, Amanda and her father, Tom, were on the cusp of a new life with one another. It is now several months later, Amanda’s casts are removed, her arms are as good as new. Tom worked with Amanda all summer, teaching her how to please a man. Living out every nasty dream that he could imagine. Tom decides it is time to expand Amanda’s horizons, he invites his brother Jack and family to stay with them for a while. It all started innocently enough, kids are curious. . .

Amanda opened her legs, offering Jerri full access to her pussy. Jerri leaned down and trailed kisses all the way to Amanda’s thighs. Her kisses were so light and tender that Amanda thrust herself up at the older girl, desperate for her touch.

“Ah, you want it don’t you?” Jerri hissed, twirling her finger in the little tuft of blonde hair on Amanda’s almost bald pussy.

“Yes, please!” Amanda moaned, bucking herself up at Jerri.

Jerri lowered her mouth to Amanda’s sweet cunt, she took in the odor of the young pussy. Inhaling deeply she extended her tongue, flicking it across Amanda’s swollen clit. Amanda, grunted and and bucked up at the deliciously warm little tongue.

At that moment the bedroom door flew open. Both girls startled and embarrassed by the intrusion, jumped and tried to cover themselves. The girls looked up and were immediately frightened, they saw the angry man glaring at them from the doorway.

“What are you two doing?” Tom bellowed, a bit louder than he intended. He didn’t know why he was so angry. He just was. Tom wanted Amanda to experience everyone in the family, but damn it! He thought to himself, ‘I want to be there for it!’ He was outraged that Amanda would fuck anybody without his permission, it pissed him off beyond comprehension. He needed to punish the girl for her indiscretion. He’s teased her about punishing her in the past, but now, she must learn to obey her Daddy. . .

Tom was shocked and angry, he thought to himself, just a few hours ago he was pecking away at his keyboard, describing his sweet daughters’ delectable cunt in his most recent short story about his young Amanda. His cock proudly stood at attention every time he wrote about her. She was a dream come true. He’d already watched the video of Amanda’s first anal experience several times and it was only 9:00 a.m.

Tom couldn’t help himself, he’d watched the tape of Amanda taking his cock up her ass every day for weeks. He felt such inspiration from watching her lay there, pretty little ass sticking up in the air, legs spread wide as he rammed his big cock in and out of her tiny hole for the first time.

This morning was different though, he took the liberty of sending a copy in an email to his brother Jack. He decided Amanda was ready for a family reunion of sorts. Tom waited for Jack to reply, checking his email every few minutes. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he finally received a reply from Jack after only 30 minutes. It was simple and to the point:

“Oh my God! I don’t know how you did it, but I am on my way & School’s stll out here, so I’ll be bringing the twins – Sharon has to work (Hope you don’t mind *wink*) By the way, Congrats! You finally got her! See you soon, Jack”

It was the exact response that Tom was hoping for. His younger brother Jack had always been his closest friend. They shared everything with each other, even sexual conquests. Too bad his wife wouldn’t be with them, she had a body to die for.

Jack of all people knew that Tom had been wanting to fuck Amanda for years. The best part was that he was bringing his twins! Tom would share Amanda with him, Jack would never forgive him if he didn’t. That also meant Tom would get to partake in ‘family escapades’ with his brothers twins as well.

Amanda stretched and rolled out of bed, she walked down the hall to greet her father. She entered his office, she saw him in his usual location, in front of the computer typing away.

“Morning Daddy” She said sweetly giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Well good morning sleepy head,” Tom said with a smile, looking at his watch, “Did you sleep well?” He asked her.

“Oh, yes Daddy, better than ever!” She replied, rubbing her sleepy green eyes.

Tom shut the computer off, stood to escort his daughter to the kitchen for breakfast. Over their meal of eggs and sausage, they discussed their plans for the day.

Tom chose that moment to tell Amanda that her Uncle Jack would be coming to stay with them for a while. He studied Amandas’ reaction to the news and was pleasantly surprised to see that she didn’t seem to mind.

“There’s more I want to talk to you about Manda.” He said. “Your Uncle Jack, when he comes to stay with us, he wants to be able to live like us.” Tom paused. “Do you know what I mean Honey?” He asked.

“I think so Daddy.” She said, unsure of exactly what he meant.

“It’s important to me that you treat your Uncle Jack and the kids just as nicely as you treat Daddy,” Tom explained. “Jack and his family are a part of Beylikdüzü escort our family.” He said.

“Okay, Daddy. Do I have to share my room?” She asked him, seemingly oblivious to her father’s intent.

“Well, no, you don’t have to unless you want to, but, you may want to share your room before long if you kids get along with each other.”He said “You are close in age to your cousins, you know.” Tom told her.

Amanda knew they were close in age. Jerri and Perry were two years older than her now since she just had a birthday. They rarely visited, in the past, and when they did, the twins kept to themselves. Amanda thought it was odd that the last time they visited, about a year ago, her cousins still shared the same bed.

Jack arrived on their doorstep that evening with the kids in tow. They settled in for the night after dinner. The house was full of lively conversation for the first time in ages. It was evident that the visit was already being enjoyed by all.

The men retired to Tom’s office to catch up with each other and to watch a few videos Tom had recorded over the last few months. The kids were left in the living room to get reacquainted with one another.

The twins had grown up since the last time Amanda had seen them. Even though she was younger, Jerri could have easily passed for 24, her body filled out nicely. Her crystal blue eyes were set off by her long auburn hair. Jerri had classic curves, large on top and nicely filled out below as well. Her slim waist accentuated her curvaceous form.

Perry, as well, turned out to be quite an attractive young man. His dark hair set him apart from Jerri, but they had identical eyes and similar facial structures. Amanda watched him as he plopped down on the couch to watch T.V. she wondered if it was normal to find your own cousin so attractive.

Amanda and Jerri hit it off from the start. Jerri had developed a bubbly outgoing personality that could draw a crowd in seconds. Amanda, even offered to let Jerri stay in her room since they were short on beds.

Amanda grabbed a pillow and blanket, threw them to Perry since he had to sleep on the couch. She told him goodnight and headed to her bedroom. Amanda was so excited to have a girl around to talk to that she was in hurry to get Jerri alone. She was looking forward to having a girlfriend to share all her secrets late at night.

The twins, Amanda noticed, not only looked like each other, they acted like each other as well. They seemed to be a very close family. Amanda wondered if they were as close to their Dad as she was with hers. It didn’t take long for her curiosity to get the best of her.

The girls changed into their pajamas, and giggled for several minutes when they found they were both wearing baby-doll jammies, in the same shade of pink. Amanda, felt instantly comfortable with Jerri, they found that they had so much in common, and Amanda was starved for female conversation.

The girls jumped into the small bed, chatting and giggling about boys and their parents, anything that came to mind. Before long they were sharing their most intimate secrets. Amanda thought about it for a second and then quietly whispered “Jerri, I have a secret – I’m not a virgin anymore – I had sex.” Then giggled for several minutes.

Her comment quickly got Jerri’s attention. “Oh, my gosh Amanda! When did you do it? Does your Dad know?” She asked all at once, surprised by the news.

“Oh, I think he knows.” Amanda said with an impish grin. “It was with Daddy a few months ago.” She said, waiting to see the shock value of that little tidbit of information.

Jerri gasped, and smiled before saying “Do you enjoy it?”

“Oh, yes! Daddy is very good.” Amanda bragged.

“I bet my Daddy is better than your Daddy.” Jerri challenged her.

“What!” Amanda gasped in shock. “You have sex with your Dad too?”

“And my brother,” Jerry told her with a smile. “But Perry isn’t as good as Daddy, he’s always in such a rush. Daddy likes to take his time.” She explained, with a far off dreamy look in her sparkling blue eyes.

“You mean the whole family does it together?” Amanda asked astonished by the news, and somewhat aroused by the thought of all those bodies writhing around together.

“Yep, and, a lot of times, both Perry and Daddy have sex with me or Mom at the same time.” She paused, “Oh, Amanda, you’ve got to try two at the same time, it’s just wonderful!” She continued, squirming around on the bed, becoming aroused just by talking about it.

“Really?” Amanda said, surprised to hear how experienced her older cousin was at just 16.

“Yep, I think it’s a lot of fun.” Jerri said matter-of-factly. “Hey, have you ever thought about being with a girl?” She asked curiously.

“No, not yet, Daddy tells me all the time that I am his ‘fuck slut’,” She raised her hands, making the quotation marks in the air before continuing, “He calls me some of the nastiest names when we do it.” Amanda said an impish grin. “Have you ever done it with your Mom?” Amanda Beylikdüzü escort asked curiously.

“No, she doesn’t want to, and I’ll bet Uncle Tom meant that for outsiders” She continued, “And, you know, my Daddy calls me some things like that, I think it just makes them hornier or something.” Jerri said with a wink.

“What do you mean, outsiders?” Amanda asked her.

“It’s just that, well, we aren’t supposed to go outside the family, that’s all.” Jerri explained to her.

“Oh, okay.” Amanda responded, still unsure of what Jerri meant by that.

Amanda thought about what Jerri said for a moment and asked, “Well, how do girls do it with girls anyway?” She felt blood rushing to her face, embarrassed at her ignorance she fidgeted with stuffed bear.

“I dunno,” Jerri shrugged her shoulders again, “I think they just touch each other and stuff.” “Why?” “Do you want to try?” “I, mean – if you want to?” Jerri said hesitantly. “I’m sure your Dad wouldn’t mind.” She coaxed.

Amanda felt that funny feeling between her legs again. Just the thought of feeling her body pressed again Jerri’s was enough to get her wet. “Um, okay, I think I’d like to try it, but how do we, . . .” Amanda trailed off.

“Well, I guess we can just kiss each other first, if you want?” Jerri asked her.

Amanda nodded and leaned toward Jerri, closed her eyes and waited.

Jerri pressed her lips against Amanda’s, gently, tenderly exploring the sensation of a girls lips on hers. Amanda slipped her tongue between Jerri’s lips, a moan escaped from deep within her throat. Jerri ended the tender kiss, but only to lie back, on her side on the bed. She motioned for Amanda to lie back with her. Amanda fell back on her side, facing her older cousin on the bed. The girls closed their eyes and let their bodies take over. They began the slow exploration of one another. Jerri held Amanda’s face between her hands and moved in closer pressing her lips against the younger girls mouth. Jerri kissed her passionately, with a need building deep insider her body.

“Oh, Amanda, you feel so good.” Jerri moaned.

Amanda pressed her mound against Jerri’s leg, squeezing Jerri’s leg between her own. Amanda was unconsciously humping the her pussy against Jerri’s leg.

Jerri didn’t take long to notice Amanda’s state of arousal, she slipped her hand under Amanda’s jammie top. Amanda leaned back just enough to give Jerri access to her small breasts. Jerri held the tiny nub between her finger and pinched just hard enough to feel Amandas’ body shudder.

Amanda let her hand explore the large supple breasts hidden beneath Jerri’s short jammie top. Squeezing her nipples between her finger and thumb through the fabric. She held the large breast in her small hand and wondered what it would be like to suck on the breast of the older girl.

Jerri in a state of complete arousal, lifted Amanda’s top, lowering her head to suckle the tiny nub. Taking a breast into each hand, Jerri tenderly made love to the small breasts.

Amanda in her own state of lust, lay back and let the older girl take the lead. Jerri trailed small wet kisses over Amanda’s breasts, following the gentle curve of her belly down to the elastic waistband of Amanda’s jammie bottoms. She licked small circles around Amanda’s belly, slowly working her way down to her ultimate target.

Jerri lifted the waistband and pulled Amanda’s jammie bottoms down along with her pink cotton panties. Jerri, sat up and looked at Amanda’s beautiful body, “Oh, Amanda, you are so beautiful, no wonder your Daddy doesn’t want to share you!” She teased the younger girl, eagerly taking in every curve of her delicious body with her lusty blue eyes.

Amanda embarrassed by the compliment, did not know what to say, “Thank you, Jerri.” She finally murmered in response.

While Jerri was still sitting up she took the opportunity to remover her own clothing. She lifted her top, releasing her large mounds. She threw her top to the side and wriggled out of her bottoms. Jerri tossed them in the same pile of clothing beside the bed.

Amanda was surprised at the perfect form of her breasts, she had always wanted large breasts. “Oh, I wish mine looked like yours Jerri.” Amanda told her.

“Aww, no, yours are perfect,” Jerri told her gazing at her pert little titties, “Do you want to touch mine?” Jerri asked, leaning in to give Amanda access to her aching breasts, “Oh, suck them Amanda!” Jerri moaned, when she felt the small hands gently caressing her breasts.

Amanda was happy to oblige, she took one large pink nipple into her mouth and sucked it feverishly, while kneading the large mounds in her small hands. Amanda took the other nipple into her warm mouth and gently bit down trying to elicit another moan from her cousin.

Jerri squeezed her breasts together, allowing Amanda to suck both nipples at the same time. Amanda enjoyed the sensation of sucking on Jerri’s nipples. She desperately tried to fit as much in her small mouth as she could, licking and sucking on the Escort Beylikdüzü large pink nipples, she flicked her tongue back and forth over them.

Jerri savored the feeling of Amanda’s warm mouth on her aching breasts, she let out an long moan while extending her hand, reaching for Amanda’s small cunt. She found her target and wriggled her fingers between the younger girls legs. She felt her fingers squish around in the folds of the warm moist crack.

“Spread your legs Amanda,” Jerri told her, “I want to touch you.”

Amanda opened her legs, offering Jerri access to her pussy. Jerri leaned down and trailed kisses all the way to Amanda’s thighs. Her kisses were so light and tender that Amanda thrust herself up at the older girl, desperate for more.

“Ah, you want it don’t you?” Jerri hissed, twirling her finger in the little tuft of blonde hair on Amanda’s almost bald pussy.

“Yes, please!” Amanda moaned, bucking herself up at Jerri.

Jerri lowered her mouth to Amanda’s sweet cunt, she took in the odor of the young pussy. Inhaling deeply as she spread the puffy lips, she extended her tongue, flicking it across Amanda’s swollen clit. Amanda, groaned and bucked up at the deliciously warm little tongue.

At that moment the bedroom door flew open. Both girls startled and embarrassed by the intrusion, jumped and tried to cover themselves. The girls looked up and were instantly frightened. They saw the angry man glaring at them from the doorway.

“What are you two doing?” Tom bellowed, a bit louder than he intended. He didn’t know why he was so angry. He just was. Tom wanted Amanda to experience everyone in the family, but damn it! He thought to himself, ‘I want to be there for it!’ He was outraged that Amanda would fuck anybody without his permission, it pissed him off beyond comprehension. He needed to punish the girl for her indiscretion. He’s teased her about punishing her in the past, but now, she must learn to obey her Daddy.

“Um, Daddy, we, were – just – ” Amanda stuttered, as the girls desperately grabbed at the bed spread to cover themselves.

“I know exactly what you are doing young lady!” Tom yelled, “Drop that blanket you sluts!” “Stand, and come here! Both of you!” He ordered.

The girls did as they were told, they slowly approached the angry man. Both uncertain of the consequences for their misbehavior.

“Jack!” Tom called down the hallway, “Come here, there’s something you should see!” He yelled.

Jack entered the room, seeing both girls nude, their bodies and faces were obviously flushed with desire and lust.

“Daddy – ” Amanda began.

“Don’t even try Amanda!” Tom cut her off, “Now, Jack I found these two in the middle of fucking each other. What do you propose we do with our little sluts?” He asked his younger brother.

“Well, I think that if they want to fuck, they should fuck.” Jack replied with an evil grin.

Tom took both girls, still nude, by the arm, leading them down the hall to the master bedroom.

“On the bed, both of you.” Tom told the girls, smacking Jerri on her bottom when she hesitated.

“Owww!” Jerri howled, then followed Amanda to the big bed.

“Now both of you are going to be punished for your behavior.” Tom said in a calm tone, “Roll over onto your stomachs, and don’t make me tell you twice!” He ordered.

The girls did as they were told, they lay next to each other, looking to the other for comfort. Jack took the liberty of spanking them first. The girls felt a sharp stinging smack on their bottoms and yelped in pain.

“Owwww! Uncle Jack, pleeease!” Amanda cried.

Jerri followed by crying, “No, stop! Pleeeease Daddy!” tears filling her eyes.

“So you two want to fuck, do you?” Jack asked, smacking them both again. When he didn’t receive a response, he bent down and gave Amanda another hard smack on her bottom. “Answer me slut!” he watched as the red hand prints slowly appeared on her tender ivory flesh.

“Oowwww!” Amanda cried, “Yes!, yes, we want to have sex with each other.” She pleaded with him with her eyes not to spank her again.

Tom approached, he gave her hard smack and said “Fuck!, you want to fuck each other! None of this sex bull shit, I want to hear it!” He bellowed.

“Yes Daddy!” Jerri cried, “We want to fuck each other!” She whispered to Amanda, “Say it or he’ll spank you again.”

“Yes, Uncle Jack, Daddy, we want to fuck each other.” She said in a small voice.

“That’s better,” Jack said, “You could have done better with this one Tom.” He said matter of factly to his brother, talking about Amanda as if she wasn’t even there. “She needs some work, and I think I know just what she needs.” He said unzipping his pants. “Get over here and hang your head off the side of the bed!” He instructed Amanda harshly.

He pulled out his hard cock, stroked it, rubbing it on Amanda’s face and said, “Open up, Amanda, time for Uncle Jack to examine your tonsils with his dick.” He said with a chuckle.

Amanda closed her eyes and opened her mouth to accept her Uncles cock. He shoved it in her mouth, fucking it in and out a few times before he pulled it back out, slapping her in the face with his cock he said “Open your eyes slut! I want you to watch me fuck your face!”

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Lincoln’s Pride Ch. 13

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-+-{Lincoln’s Pride}-+-

-‘[Part 13]’-

“You are so horny, my love. Bilaal did not take care of your needs?” Samir asked as I rubbed against him. The morning light was coming through the windows and I’d woken up to find him holding me and checking some things on his phone. He smelled clean and fresh, without the filth of the night before. He must have woken before me and went to shower. I rubbed a hand down his stomach until I found his hard, throbbing cock against his thigh.

“He did,” I yawned and kissed his hairy, brown nipple. I rubbed my nose into his muscled chest.

“But it wasn’t the same. He could not satisfy you as only your lion can?” Samir smirked and kissed my forehead. He pushed back my hair and his eager eyes locked on mine.

“What happened? And why is your hair so short? You look darker,” I noted as I appraised him.

“I was in the sun a great deal. I had to sneak into the Arizen tribe to work things out with them. I had to pose as one of them to gain access to my contacts there,” Samir confessed.

“It looks good on you, like a warrior,” I praised.

“That is what I am, sweet one. A leader is first a warrior for his people, a protector of his tribe,” Samir asserted. He studied me as his hand slid down to rub my ass.

“How did you fix things? What were all the papers I signed yesterday?” I urged.

“Did you want answers first or do I get to claim my reward of your hole?” Samir laughed.

“Answers! No… Cock! No… Do both,” I begged. I kept pressing into his chest to feel that he was really here with me. I made a little whine. It disgusted me how desperate I was for him. I lost my dignity completely. I lowered my eyes, ashamed to look at him like that, but he put his hand under my chin and lifted it for a kiss.

“It’s ok, Lincoln,” he read my thoughts as usual. “I missed you too,” he assured.

“You’re alive! You’re here! You’re… naked!” A voice yelled as the door to our room flung open. Caleb bounded in and flopped down on the other side of Samir. Samir pulled the comforter up his stomach quickly. Luckily, Caleb was on top of the comforter since Samir was naked and aroused underneath. He pushed his head under Samir’s right arm to lay against his chest.

“I could get used to waking up like this! Both of my boys. This is how it should be,” Samir laughed. My face was inches from Caleb’s as we rolled our eyes to each other.

“I don’t mind if Link doesn’t,” Caleb rubbed a hand up Samir’s chest.

He’s about to tell us what happened!” I shushed Caleb and looked up at Samir who was all too taken with the sight of the two loves of his life, former and current, sharing space on his chest.

“I got to thinking about the Arizen claim that they were being cheated on the shared tribal payments. Each tribe who earns above average profits must share some of it with the tribes earning below average profits. It is similar to how your country does taxes. Satra is the richest, most developed of the tribes, but we get resources and military protection from the less developed ones,” Samir explained.

“Get to the good part, did you shoot someone?” Caleb asked.

“I knew that if I could show which Satra families were not paying their fair share then we could resolve this with the Arizen. To do that, I needed to get in the database from the Arizen accounts. They use an antiquated system, but it is meticulous. I had to get to my friend who was assembling the best hackers. They could trace the payments all the way back to the original point before they all were combined,” Samir informed as he pet us like… pets.

“Is that why you shaved your head? I like it,” Caleb glowed.

“Yes, I had to sneak in to meet with them. Once I got their help, we were able to track the missing amounts back to one group of families. The Halabis, cheap bastards, they were putting in their payments but then diverting them back after the yearly audit. They made it look like the Arizen were spending their payments on products from the Halabi businesses. It was somewhat brilliant how they had set it up. But how can a starving people spend $100 million a year on cosmetics and specialty foods?” Samir shook his head.

“That’s terrible! Will they be charged?” I asked. Caleb looked over at me. He was already bored with the story and making faces at me. He was very immature sometimes.

“Well maybe, but I decided to leave that up to the Arizen. I only wanted to prove that the Hamad industries, all of my family assets, were being rightfully shared with their people. I wanted them to leave us alone so we could get back to business as usual. This has been harmful to my villagers. They did nothing wrong in this,” Samir sighed.

“And me! I’ve been bored with the shutdown. All I’m doing is apologizing,” Caleb pouted.

Beylikdüzü escort “And yes, poor Caleb,” Samir mocked. He kissed the top of Caleb’s hair.

“I went directly to the Arizen leaders. I offered them the proof they needed, but we talked it over and decided revenge would be better. My family along with other Satra leaders have enough collective stock in the Halabi businesses to control them. We decided to all sell our stocks to the Arizen for a very reduced price,” Samir noted.

“Is that what I signed for yesterday? There were so many papers,” I said as my lip brushed his nipple. It made him shiver and he quickly lost all interest in Caleb. He turned to look down at me.

“Some of them. See, we couldn’t let the Halabis on on what we were doing. So everyone sold off a few portfolios of the smallest junk they could find and threw in the Halabi stock. Then we spread the word that Satra leaders should liquidate and disperse our assets in foreign places before the Arizen could lay claim. It worked. Even tribal leaders not in on our plan dumped stocks and things that were too close to home,” Samir said as he put his nose against my scalp and breathed me in. He loved my hair, my smell.

“That’s genius!” Caleb said, feeling left out. I reached over to him and rubbed his cheek. He had been a good friend, and I knew a piece of Samir belonged to him.

“Well yes, that was step one. The next step is for the Arizen to assemble the stock and begin to exert control over the Halabi industries. I told them they would have enough to ruin them, but they are placing their top financial minister on it to instead extract what is owed them. They will need another week or so to accomplish this so we will stay here,” Samir informed.

“You’ll be staying?” Caleb perked up.

“Yes, until this is settled we have to appear as though we ran. The Arizen have promised to protect our home and allow our villagers safe commerce as a reward. They are honorable men so there is no reason to doubt that our people will be in danger.” Samir rubbed his nose against my hair as I slid my hand down to his cock under the comforter. I needed him soon.

“Then why did you go silent on me? I was worried,” I sniffed.

“Me too! I was so torn up,” Caleb lied.

“I know, my loves. I am so sorry for that. The Arizen needed assurance that I would complete my mission and keep my word. Until Lincoln transferred the stocks, they silence my communication. They couldn’t risk me double-crossing them. An Arizen guard held my devices and we flew to Mexico City while the deal was going through. When we arrived, he waited to confirm that everything had been accomplished. He gave me my passport and items and flew home while I got on the first plane I could find to Los Angeles. I found you as soon as I could,” Samir assured me. I noted that he hadn’t woken Caleb last night to assure him.

“So now we wait?” I asked. I had so many questions. I looked across to Caleb, he was happy we would be here.

“Waiting isn’t so bad. I have a boy under each arm, both of them waiting to please me. I can think of worse places to wait.” Samir gave a smug look that made it unsure if he was joking.

“It’ll just be Link for the time being. I’m a little sore right now,” Caleb informed.

“Why did I have to sign the papers though?” I ignored Samir’s joke.

“When I hired you, that first week, I put you through tests to see that you were loyal and competent. I didn’t expect you to be so good with my business or learn things so quickly, so eagerly. I was impressed with you. Caleb was as well. We both agreed to have you sign paperwork to handle legal affairs in my absence. It is why Ali had you do it. You are also an American citizen so it was easier to file things under your name,” Samir said.

“It was my idea. I used to have to sign for things when Samir was busy,” Caleb laughed.

“You trust me,” I glowed.

“Of course, my heart. Caleb was very thorough in finding the perfect boy to carry out the things he did not want to do anymore. He is actually quite shrewd with research and professional matters when he is focused. Businessmen underestimate him to their own peril sometimes. He was quite focused in finding someone to replace him for the parts he didn’t want to do anymore,” Samir said in a hauntingly sorrowful note as though he missed Caleb.

“Like paperwork, obedience, boring little cub duties. Linky-dink can have it all,” Caleb said with sincerity. He really did want me there.

“I’m ready to go home,” I said and looked to see Samir’s eyes flare with understanding. He knew what I meant. I wanted to be back to our lives together in Satra, my school, our home.

“We will, my love. It will be over soon… Ali is flying in today. I should go check on Emerson,” Samir noted.

“You didn’t check in on me,” Caleb mumbled.

“I most certainly did. I peeked in last night and saw you were happily wrapped up with an Arabian boy! I assumed Beylikdüzü escort you were back to normal,” Samir laughed.

“It’s why I’m sore… Not complaining though,” Caleb smirked.

+++

Things were a little awkward at breakfast. Bilaal and the others had already eaten, but he joined us to give Samir an update on things with the house and setup he’d done here for us.

“I’m very pleased! You can take Emerson and the boys to the airport to pick up Ali this afternoon. They want to be there when he arrives. Caleb, you and I have a little business to sort out. You’ve done well managing things here, but we need to grow it. I’ve set up a meeting for us for a few local leads. We have to make up some of the money this shutdown has cost us. You’ll handle things after I leave.” Samir was in work mode. He was ready to get back to work.

“I can help with…” I started to say but Samir cut me off with a dissenting headshake.

“I need you to stay here, little one. Tonight you will be my sole focus, but there is much to do. They are going to show us some properties and business ideas. There won’t be room for all three of us,” he said as he put a hand to my cheek and looked at me with those eyes that said nothing else mattered.

We finished up our breakfast while Samir went over plans with Caleb. Bilaal and I looked at each other with shared unimportance. Samir and Caleb put on nice clothes and headed off to their meeting.

“Do you want to work out with me?” Bilaal asked when he found me trying to read a magazine in the quiet living room. I had on my workout shorts and a red muscle shirt. I looked over at him with awkward hesitation. We had an abrupt ending to what was building between us. I nodded.

We spent a good hour smashing it out on the weights and cardio. He kept the conversation light as though he had pre-planned several acceptable topics and comments. There was a professional callus that formed over our relationship. He was there for our security and well-being.

The house staff back in Satra was different. They treated me like a ghost. When I broke the wall and spoke or touched them, they jumped in fear that there would be retribution from the Hamad men. Cubs were off limits. When put through the cultural sieve of American equality, we changed from untouchable ghosts to children who needed to be pampered and protected.

Bilaal headed off to his own shower and got ready to take Emerson and his boys to meet Ali at the airport. I went to my room, cleaned up, and then found myself in an empty house. I texted Samir who said he still had a lot of business left and wouldn’t be home for awhile.

I decided to head out. I couldn’t sit around the house all afternoon feeling useless. I didn’t have a car, but I had the rideshare app on my phone for emergencies. I knew Samir wanted me to stay put, but he was busy with Caleb.

I put on jeans, a tight blue muscle shirt that had “Owned Boy” written in Arabic, and red skater shoes. Samir had the shirt made for me as a joke, but it was tight in just the right spots with a low v-neck that showed my pecs so he liked to see me in it. My hair was a mess of blonde going in every direction, but Samir seemed to like it that way. He’d said it looked like I’d done a really good job and my head got too many pats.

The driver who picked me up was thrilled to have a passenger that would take her into LA where she could spend the rest of the day with more lucrative fares. She was proud of her ancient Honda Civic. I gave her a hefty tip.

I got dropped off in the area Bilaal had shown me. I’d remembered seeing a vintage surf and skate shop that I wanted to check out. I hadn’t been on a board since junior high, but I used to keep up with my friends when we went. An older cousin had given me his ancient skateboard when he got his driver’s license. If I was going to spend the next week or so trapped in the compound, it might not be bad to relearn some old tricks.

I was looking at the boards deciding between a short board and one that was a custom art piece with the California bear skating across the flag. It was something I didn’t usually go for, but it was a souvenir I could take home. People always seemed to light up when I said I was from here. It carries its own culture.

“You again!” A somewhat familiar voice sounded behind me. I turned to see Jace, the smoky gay boy from the juice bar standing close behind me. He was tall, gangly and pale with small black plugs in each ear. He had black-framed hipster glasses on and his dark brown hair flopped in a swoosh across his forehead. He eyed me with an eager stare.

“Ahh hey man, what’s good?” I asked with a wink.

“Nice shirt. What does it say?” He pointed to my chest with a lump in his throat.

“Gotta learn Arabic, no cheating bro!” I laughed. I brushed my hair back with my fingers and saw him squirm nervously.

“Are you getting that board? I’ll put your name on it or whatever… if you want. Escort Beylikdüzü You can pick different wheels too.” Jace leaned around me and gave one of the wheels a flick. As it spun, I caught him sniffing my cologne.

“You work here?” I was impressed. He looked more like a barista than a skater.

“Part time. They like my art though. I made this one freehand.” He traced a finger over the bear as he brushed against my chest.

“Wow! Now I have to buy it! It’s really well done. You have talent.” I picked up the board and looked around for the register.

“I just like to draw… Come in the back with me. I’ve got my air pens so we can write on it for you!” Jace hopped excitedly. I followed him back behind the counter. He had a tiny studio setup in the back room with big open windows for ventilation.

“Can you do Arabic script?” I asked knowing just what I wanted to put on the board.

“If you can draw it, I can do it!” He glowed at the chance to show me his craft. He handed me a notepad and pencil. “But you have to tell me what it means! Your shirt too!”

I told him it said “owned boy” as I wrote out my name as Samir did it. He always put it as ‘Lincoln Hamad’ claiming he’d forgotten my real last name and that it didn’t matter anymore anyways. Jace had a million questions and I noticed his pants tenting as I opened up about it.

“Holy fuck that is hot!” He was on the edge of his seat.

“I guess so. Some days though it just feels good to get out and be myself for awhile. It’s really just like any other family,” I shrugged and handed him the paper as it hit me that the Hamads were really my family now.

“Nah, nah, nah! You’re going to help me, bro! This is your board. It needs your touch. I’ll show you how easy it is,” he declared and grabbed two white masks out of a drawer to cover our mouths and noses. He fired up a little machine and I picked out a gold paint to go with the red and green of the flag.

“Here, let me,” Jace said. He raised up on his toes to pull the string behind my head and then secured the circular mask over my nose and mouth. He pushed back my hair as though he’d accidentally mussed it. He put his own on and then fired up the small machine. He loaded the gold paint and then secured my board on his table. He put the wheels into locking trays so it wouldn’t slide.

“Ok. Just relax and I’ll guide your hands,” he said with a tone of authority as he got behind me and handed me the airbrush pen. He put his hand over mine and put his other arm around me. I’m not sure why, but his technique required his left hand pressing against my abs. Maybe he wanted to hold me still.

He had the notepad with my Arabic scripted name next to the board. He studied it for a second before clicking a switch in the pen and moving my hand to the board. I felt the tent of his bulge grind slowly against my ass.

“That’s it, Lincoln, nice and easy. Let me guide you,” he whispered as he put his chin over my shoulder and guided me. He absentmindedly rubbed my abs as he concentrated on painting my name. He pushed up against me again and I could have sworn he was bucking his hips.

The script started to come to life. Jace took on a buzz of power as he showed me his expertise in action. He had that light grace of a gifted artist. He cleaned up my lines and straightened my script as though Arabic was his native choice of letters. He fattened up the arcs and leveled out the lines of my sloppy writing. I relaxed into his skinny arms as I did with a man of power.

“That’s awesome dude!” I praised as he finished up with my name. He kept on rubbing against my ass and I started to push back. There was something about seeing his artistry, his pride in creating amazing work; it made me feel submissive in his arms. Power has little to do with size or physical strength.

“Lincoln Hamad, owned cub,” he laughed as he clicked off the pen. He paused before releasing his hold on my stomach. He gave a quick peck of his lips against my cheek. He pulled away from me with a rub to my ass. I turned and smiled as my cheeks warmed with blush.

“Thanks, bro! It looks so beast!” I was amazed by it. I admired people who could make something so perfect look so easy.

“You want to try it out? I get a lunch break and there’s a small skate park out back! I’ll ring you up and we can head over if you want!” Jace was ready to make a day with me. I followed him to the register and added a healthy tip to the price. His eyes bulged appreciatively when he saw it.

We went out back where there was a wide cement path along a branch of the LA river. I had done enough yoga with Emerson to remember how to balance myself on the board. We skated down the path to a small park that had an area with ramps and rails for a few skater kids.

Jace gave me a sample of his moves to show off. He wasn’t exactly Street League quality, but he drew impressed nods from the other skaters. I rolled back and forth as I watched. He rolled over, jumped up, and then kicked his board up as he stood in front of me.

“Your turn, Linc,” He smirked. I felt the challenge. He was wanting my approval on this as well. Maybe Bilaal was right when he said Jace was all over me.

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Library Ch. 02

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He slid his cock back into his pants, and then zipped her jeans back up. “That was wonderful, Kat.” he said, “I have some time and I think we have only just begun.”

“That sounds quite enticing, but I have a class in a few hours. It is a two-hour lecture, but after that I’ll be free for the rest of the day.”

“Hmmm. Well, I am in no hurry. If you want to spot a lunch, we can go somewhere, and then hook up after your class.”

“That would be wonderful!” she responded.

She gathered her things, and he offered to carry her bag for her. As they were leaving the library he asked, “Do you know of any place around here that is good?”

“There is a little pub around the corner that I like. It is quiet, and the food is good.”

They soon reached the pub and he held the door open for her. They chose a booth at the back of the pub as far away as possible from everyone. She was about to sit across from him, but he stopped her. “No, let’s sit together. It will be cosier”, he suggested. Beylikdüzü escort She nodded and got in the booth first and he followed. It seemed a bit strange to the waitress who came by, that both of them were sitting on the same side of the table. She took their drink orders anyway, and brought back two cokes. Kat went with a steak, and he ordered bangers, beans, and chips. After the waitress left, he turned to Kat.

“You are quite an attractive young woman, do you know that?”

“I can tell you think so”, she said.

“Mmmm”, he replied as he dropped his hand to her waist, and unbuckled her jeans, unzipping them.

“What are you doing?” she smiled at him.

“I think you know, and with the way the table is placed, no one would notice.” he responded, as he slid his hand down into her panties again, sticking two fingers into her still wet cunt. He rummaged around for a few minutes, and then pulled his hand out and then slid his fingers between her lips and making her suck Beylikdüzü escort her juices off.

“Mmm”, she moaned, “I taste delicious”, she hissed as she greedily sucked on his fingers.

“Get up and follow me”, he said. She obeyed as he wandered back to where the restrooms were. Luckily, it was a small place, and they were alone. He pushed her into the men’s room, and wrapped his arms around her forcing his tongue into her mouth. His hands were roaming all over her, squeezing her nipples and then moving down, and pulling her jeans down her body along with her panties. He pulled her up and sat her on the sink. He pocketed her panties, saying “a souvenir.” He spread her legs, and ran his tongue up and down her slit, before sucking her clit into his mouth. He moved her clit in and out of its little hood, and slid his tongue into her pussy as far as it would go and then started moving it around.

She moaned again, trying to push his head deeper into her, and he started to inhale her Escort Beylikdüzü sex as he continued licking her sopping wet cunt. His tongue was sliding in and out like a small cock. He continued it for a minute or two, before he stood up and unzipped his fly. He pulled his cock out, rubbed it up and down her slit, before pulling her onto him, forcing his cock into her.

She was about to scream, and he covered her mouth again with his lips this time, pumping in and out of her wet cunt, first slowly, then harder and faster, as she wriggled and writhed on him. His balls slapped against her with each thrust, and he sped up, moving harder and faster grabbing her back and sticking his tongue into her mouth. In and out, harder and faster he pumped, again and again he entered her, finally squirting a hot load of his cum into her pussy.

Finally he slid out of her. Sliding his fingers in, and scooping some of his cum out, he moved his fingers up to her lips and let her greedily suck on them. When she was finished, he moved away, sliding his cock back into his pants.

“Put your pants back on, and follow me in a minute. I think our lunch should be ready by now,” he said turning and exiting the loo, and closing the door behind him.

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Kat’s Sex Diary: The Threesome

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It was the morning of Simon and Bianca’s wedding anniversary. I had packed my suitcase, my new bridesmaid dress and shoes I bought from the Wedded Bliss Bridal Boutique in San Diego, my gift basket for Bianca and Simon, and my purse all into my Altima, locked up my house, and drove to Las Vegas. Halfway there, I drove to the nearest convience store, loaded up my snack and beverage stash, and filled up my gas tank. I finally made it to Las Vegas a few hours later. As soon as I arrived, I drove to the Wynn Hotel & Casino, checked in, got my key card, and had the bellhop carry my bags while I carried my bridesmaid dress and shoes. Once I got into my hotel suite, I tipped the bellhop and unpacked my suitcase.

Since I had a few hours to myself before Bianca and Simon’s vow-renewal ceremony, I wanted to get myself ready. I had showered, styled my hair, put on my dress and shoes, and perfectly applied my make-up. The ceremony was at 8 o’clock at The Little White Wedding Chapel; it’s a good thing the three of us have rooms on the same floor. (Simon and Bianca share a room together and my room’s four doors down from theirs.)

At 7 o’clock, I met up with Simon at the wedding chapel. He was dressed to the nines in his dark gray Black by Vera Wang tuxedo.

“You look very handsome, Simon.” I said to him.

“Thanks, you look lovely as well.” Simon said in his sexy British accent.

As soon as “Here Comes the Bride” started playing, Bianca entered the chapel with a radiant smile on her face. Her shoulder-length medium-brown hair was in a low ponytail, her veil was down to her waist, and her dress complimented her figure; Bianca had on a white satin strapless mermaid fit-and-flare gown with a draped rhinestone bodice and a crystal-encrusted satin ribbon.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the wedding vow renewal of Bianca and Simon Covington.” The ordained minister spoke.

I stood beside the couple as they spoke their renewed wedding vows. I had a silent, emotional moment as I held the bridal bouquet, seeing them renew their vows made me think of my wedding with Carl. A single tear fell from my eye; good thing I wore waterproof mascara. My brief moment of sorrow turned into joy when Simon and Bianca finished the ceremony with a passionate kiss.

The three of us then went back to the hotel. As soon as Bianca and Simon went back to their room, I went to Freed’s Bakery to pick up a cake, Walgreens for a wedding anniversary card, and to a liquor store to pick up some champagne. I then returned to the hotel, went into my room, signed the card, got the gift basket, and knocked on their door.

“Happy anniversary!” I happily exclaimed to Bianca and Simon as I gave them the cake, champagne, card, and gift basket.

Just when I was about to go back to my room alone, Bianca then said to me, “Thanks for the lovely gifts. Kat, would you like to celebrate with us?”

“Why sure, I would love to.” I replied as Bianca and I walked into her and Simon’s room.

“Kat, I’m so glad you could make it for our anniversary and vow-renewal ceremony. Simon and I really looked forward to meeting you in real life, especially after our Skype chats and instant messaging.” Bianca happily said as she offered me a slice of cake and a glass of champagne.

Bianca and I sat on the bed while Simon changed clothes in the bathroom. Then, I said to her, “You looked so gorgeous in your wedding dress.”

“Why thank you, Kat. I thought you looked lovely in your bridesmaid dress. When Simon and I renewed our vows and kissed, it’s like I fell in love with him all over again. I first met Simon when I was out with a couple of co-workers of mine. I manage a lingerie store, which I still do. My co-workers and I went to this male strip club in Los Angeles called L.A. Body Heat to cheer me up after a bad break-up; Simon’s one of the main male exotic dancers. He first caught my eye where he performed this routine dressed as a plumber and he even got his t-shirt under his costume Beylikdüzü escort wet. I was turned on by everything about him. His moves, body, his blue eyes, British accent, etc.” Bianca said as she poured the champagne into two glasses.

“Wow, I bet the first very date was as hot as the first look.” I happily said.

“I still remember our very first date and very first sexual encounter. It was on a Saturday night; Simon and I had dinner and then took a stroll down Main Street. He then took me to his place for a nightcap. I wore this dark blue turtleneck sweater, black pencil skirt with a small slit on one side, and dark blue ankle boots. Simon and I started making out on the kitchen counter; he’s a really, really good kisser. He took his time pleasuring my body, he never skimps on foreplay. When he found out I wasn’t wearing any panties underneath my skirt, he tasted my pussy like a slowly-melting ice cream cone. Great sex aside, he’s passionate, loving, supportive, handsome, and always there for me.” Bianca said.

A few minutes later, Simon came into the bedroom in black silk pajamas. I got a sneak peek of his fit body through his unbuttoned pajama top. I swore he looked super sexy; he would put a soap actor to shame with that body.

“I invited Kat to celebrate our anniversary with us. She even brought us a gift basket and everything.” Bianca said as she passed a glass of champagne to Simon.

“That’s so nice of you, Kat. Thank you.” Simon replied with smile on his face.

“I like to propose a toast to Bianca and Simon on their wedding anniversary. I wish you two many happy returns.” I said as I raised my glass to them.

The three of us clink our glasses together and celebrated over champagne and cake. I then watched as Simon and Bianca shared another kiss. I didn’t get all emotional, but I was still happy for the couple.

“Have you ever been in a threesome before?” Simon asked me.

“To be honest, I’ve never ever been in one.” I nicely replied.

I watched as Bianca kissed Simon’s lips as she was about to go to the bathroom and slip into something a little more comfortable.

Simon then looked at me with a smile and said, “Wow, Bianca and I glad to see you in person. That was a lovely toast you made. I hope I didn’t offend you when I asked if you’ve had a threesome before, I was just curious.”

“Like I said, I’ve never been in a threesome before, not even while I was married to Carl. He was more of a romantic, even in the smallest of gestures. I remember one Valentine’s Day that he made me breakfast in bed, consisted of sausage, scrambled eggs, fruit, orange juice, and three toasted Nutella and banana sandwiches. We feed each other the first two sandwiches and then eat the third one together; we’d even lick the Nutella off each other before having romantic morning sex. I don’t mean to be so emotional on your wedding anniversary; it’s just that I just miss him so much.” I said as I tear up.

Simon passed me a tissue and I dabbed the tears before they fall down my face. He assuring said to me, “I’m so sorry about your husband, I’m sure he wants you to be happy.”

“Well, I’m glad to be in Las Vegas celebrating you and Bianca’s anniversary.” I said with a slight smile.

He gave me a small, sweet hug to console me; I suddenly felt better from that hug. Then, Bianca came back from the bathroom; she wore a red georgette babydoll with a handkerchief hem, a satin ribbon, and a matching g-string. She was as gorgeous as she was in her wedding dress at the ceremony.

“Darling, you look just as gorgeous as the first time I met you.” Simon said as he kissed Bianca’s hand.

“Thank you, baby.” Bianca said sweetly as she and Simon shared a small, sweet kiss together.

I then felt Simon’s lips softly kissing my lips. I thought to myself, He’s a very good kisser.

While Simon and I kissed, Bianca had one of her hands softly playing with my hair. I then softly touched his chest with one hand while my other hand rested Beylikdüzü escort between me and Bianca. I then turned to Bianca as she softly kissed my lips while Simon planted kisses on the side of my neck. Both Simon and Bianca are great kissers and they both have nice lips. Bianca reached for the back of my dress, carefully unzipped it, and gently untied the sash around my waist. I turned to Simon and softly kissed one side of his neck as I caressed his fit frontal body.

After that, Bianca then looked at me and asked, “Can we see you out of your bridesmaid dress?”

Intrigued, I took off my matching pink heels and I asked her, “Would you really want to see what’s underneath my dress?”

“I bet you have a very nice body.” Simon said to me as he kissed my hand.

I looked at them both and said, “Sure, I mean there’s a first time for everything.”

I got up from the bed and slowly took off my bridesmaid dress in front of them till I was in my black lace strapless bra, a black Spanx waist cincher, and black allover lace boy short panties. I then carefully took off my waist cincher, took off my shoes, and gave the couple a good look at my size 10, hourglass-shaped body.

“Wow, you have such an incredible body!” Bianca exclaimed in amazement.

“Not bad for a widow?” I responded in flattery.

“I must say Carl’s a very lucky man.” Simon said as I returned to the bed.

Bianca then got up and sat beside Simon, she even stroked him on top of his pajama bottoms while he kissed my lips and neck. I felt his hands as they reached around to unhook the back of my bra. I moaned as he kissed and licked both of my breasts, I briefly watched Bianca, who was immediately aroused from both watching Simon pleasure me and ready to get him hard underneath his pajama bottoms.

I got turned on when Bianca softly planted kisses on one side of my neck while Simon got up and slowly took off my panties; I even got surprised when he briefly smelled my female scent on them. I sensually moaned as Simon delivered the very first lick to my pussy. Bianca, on the other hand, started to arouse me as she slowly lowered the straps of her babydoll. I was immediately wet between my thighs from both Simon’s oral pleasuring and Bianca’s kisses on my upper body. Being in a threesome and pleasured by a hot, married couple was a brand-new experience for me. Simon then got up and briefly kissed my cheek as he sat up on the bed between me and Bianca. He laid on the bed with his back against the headboard; I watched in anticipation as she reached down his pajama bottoms and carefully took his awakened cock out. Not only did she stroke his cock with her hand, she even offered me to taste him while she stroked him. I licked and kissed Simon’s length as Bianca manually pleasured his cock. Simon enjoyed it because I could tell from his pleasured moans and his hands played with our hairs.

After that, Bianca and I briefly looked at each other before we shared a kiss on the lips. I felt her hands as well as one of Simon’s hands caressed up and down my back while Bianca and I kissed. I then helped Bianca out of her babydoll and g-string; I got a look at her now-naked body, which was fit and toned in all the right places. She had bigger breasts than me but I didn’t mind that at all, especially when I felt them with my hands while we kissed some more. I shivered as Bianca kissed my neck while her hands gave my shapely ass a squeeze; I moaned some more as I felt Simon’s fingers rubbing my clit.

Next thing you know, Simon sat up and planted soft kisses on the back of my neck. Simon and I laid beside each other while Bianca orally pleasured his cock; he softly kissed on my neck and lips while his fingers rubbed my warm, wet slit. I moaned in response to his touch and kisses. He continued to foreplay with me while Bianca got out a condom and put it on properly onto his now-erect cock.

I then sat on Simon’s face while Bianca rode on his seven inch cock. I groaned at the feel of his mouth Escort Beylikdüzü and tongue on my pussy. Bianca ran her hands all over my body as she softly kissed and licked both of my breasts. I held on to the sheets with one of my hands while I rubbed my clit with my other hand. After that, Simon and I laid on our sides as his cock delivered slow, deep strokes to my pussy. Bianca had rubbed Simon’s body with her hands while she kissed his neck and lips.

The three of us then switched positions where I was on my back, Simon was in front of me with his knees resting on the bed, and Bianca placed her pussy onto my lips. I moaned as Simon thrusted into my pussy once more as I licked Bianca’s pussy lips; her pussy juices were sweet to the taste. While Simon’s strokes gradually increased in tempo, his thumb rubbed my hardened clit in circles. Bianca then laid beside me on the bed as I reached climax with Simon; he pulled himself out, removed the condom, and sprayed his man milk onto my stomach. Simon passionately kissed my lips as Bianca licked the seed from my body. I watched in arousal as Simon and Bianca had a hot, passionate kiss on the lips.

I then got up from the bed and said to them, “I must say, this was the best first threesome I’ve ever had!”

“We definitely enjoyed you, too.” Bianca said as she smiled at me.

I cleaned myself up, got dressed, and the three of us exchanged goodnights as I left to go to my hotel suite, a deluxe suite with a panoramic view. Once I made it to the room, I took a shower and even played with myself as I thought about my very first threesome with Simon and Bianca. I slipped into a sexy black satin nightshirt, relaxed for a few minutes, and went fast asleep.

The next morning, I got up early and got myself dressed for breakfast at The Buffett. Just as I opened the door, I noticed a bouquet of flowers in a gorgeous silver vase; the bouquet had pink, orange, and purple long-stemmed roses. I took my flowers inside my hotel suite, put cool water in the vase, fed them “flower food”, and put them by the window. There was even a card, I opened the envelope, and the card said: “We enjoyed your company and can’t wait to enjoy you more this weekend. Sincerely, Simon & Bianca”

I then went on to The Buffett for breakfast. Once I got to a table, I took two plates and filled them both with delicious food. I swear everything tastes better after a night of hot, steamy sex, especially after a threesome like last night. As I savored each delicious bite of my breakfast, Bianca walked up and sat with me at the table.

“Last night was just amazing!” Bianca happily exclaimed.

“Yes, it was.” I agreed.

“I got the flowers, they were gorgeous.” I added.

“Just like you.” Bianca said to me.

“OMG, Bianca! You’re making me blush all over, in addition to the post-orgasm blushing in my cheeks.” I replied with a smile.

“Simon and I like to have threesomes to spice up our marriage every now and then. We once had sex with a younger couple; I had sex with the boyfriend and Simon had sex with the girlfriend. I like to write about the encounters we have into stories.” Bianca said as she forked a piece of fruit.

“Wow, that’s great! I too keep a journal about my sex encounters, a sex diary to be precise. In fact, I even wrote about last night in my sex diary.” I replied.

“Sounds like you have juicy stories in your diary. I just got an idea, how about you and my husband go out on a date tonight?” Bianca said to me.

“You want me to go out with your husband?” I said in amazement.

“Yes, this could be another new sexual experience for you like last night.”

As I pondered on that idea, I sipped on my orange juice a few times. Then, I responded, “A date with Simon does sound very intriguing, we could even get to know each other a little better. Okay, I’m in!”

“Great!” Bianca said happily.

“Plus, I got a brand new dress to wear for such an occasion.” I said to her.

“I can’t wait to see it!” Bianca exclaimed happily.

Bianca and I raised our glasses, clinked them together, and said, “Here’s to our weekend in Vegas!”

It was the second day of my weekend in Las Vegas and I was already looking forward to my date with Simon.

THE END

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Life Between Day and Night

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“Strip quarters.”

I give a surprised huff of laughter. “Strip quarters? What the hell is that?”

“Like regular quarters. Only when you lose, you don’t just drink, you also have to take off a piece of clothing.”

“And this was your favorite game?”

“I didn’t say that. You asked me what the favorite house game was.”

“I’m starting to regret having gone Greek now; sounds like the GDIs had a lot more fun than we did. So, did you play?”

“Yes.”

“Well?”

He grins. “Well enough.”

I sit back in my chair. “You surprise me, Boss.”

“Why? Did you think I spent my entire time in university with my nose stuck in a book?”

I might find him sexy as hell, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a bit of a geek. “Well… yeah, I did, actually.”

“I’m a man of many interests and talents,” Will states complacently. “Ready to go?”

**********

At some point, and I’m not quite sure exactly when or how it happened, sharing breakfast after shift became a habit for us. Sometimes others would join us, but mostly it ended up being the two of us. It got to the point where we didn’t even have to plan to meet; we just did.

At first, we used to discuss the cases, or things that the cases reminded us of. Nothing too personal, just glimpses into our pasts or our interests. A movie we’d seen, or the course we’d most enjoyed in college, or our favorite food; that kind of thing. As time passed, we stopped discussing work altogether.

And then, slowly, ever so slowly, our conversations no longer felt as comfortable. I started to become aware of pauses and hesitations, of things that I was leaving unsaid, of times that he would seem to suddenly change the topic. Sometimes we’re well into our second cup of coffee before either of us says a word, and then, more often than not, it’s nervous, a botched joke, a story that has nothing to do with anything and falls flat.

Spending time with him isn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it certainly isn’t as effortless as it once was. There’s this something else that’s starting to take shape between us, something familiar, but unsettling nonetheless, and I don’t know whether it’s better to acknowledge or ignore it.

**********

We walk to our cars in companionable silence and when we reach them, I dig into my pocket, pull out my key, and press the button to unlock my truck.

“Okay. Later,” I say, my mind on whether I need to stop at the corner store for some orange juice before I go home. The fact that he doesn’t respond doesn’t immediately sink in; when it does, I look back to see him staring at me, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Boss?”

“Let’s go for a drink.”

“What, now?” I check my watch, but it’s not really the timing of the invitation that’s throwing me (working graveyard for so long, we don’t exactly wait for sundown to have a drink) as much as the fact that it’s been issued in the first place. This is something new.

“No— or actually yes; yes, why not? Now. We need to talk.”

“Okay. Where?”

He Beylikdüzü escort looks around, as if checking for something suitable within eyesight. “My place?”

“Where’s that?”

His eyes snap back to me. “What do you mean?”

“Where’s My Pl—?” Realization suddenly strikes. “Oh, I see. I thought you meant the name of a bar, you know, like Living Room, or Kitchen.” I laugh weakly and draw to an uncomfortable stop as he just stands there, blinking at me. “Uh, sure. Your place it is.”

**********

“So, what’s up?” I ask, aiming for a facial expression that is both inquiring and comforting, sort of what I imagine therapists must wear a lot of the time.

He cocks an amused eyebrow. “Up? Nothing much.”

He hands me a glass of scotch on the rocks and then sits down on the couch next to me.

“Oh. I thought you wanted to talk about something.”

He stares down at his glass, shaking it slightly, so that the ice cubes clink together. “Talk. Yes.”

I wait patiently for what seems like a long time. “Well?” I encourage gently.

He turns his head to look at me. “This is a lot harder than I thought it’d be,” he says. “Maybe I should just show you.”

He sets his glass on the coffee table and reaches out to cup my cheek, the skin of his palm cool, because of the cold drink he’s been holding. I’m frozen to the spot, my eyes locked on his, my stomach starting to coil. His caress is almost rough, his fingers rubbing along my hairline, tracing my earlobe, then tightening around the back of my neck in order to pull me towards him. Not that he has to pull hard, because I’m not resisting. I taste the whiskey on his lips, then in his mouth and on his tongue.

I reach out blindly to set my own glass on the coffee table, then thread my fingers through his curly hair, almost yanking at it in an effort to pull him even closer. This can’t be happening, but then his tongue is in my mouth, licking at my teeth and at the underside of my lip, and that’s pretty clear evidence that it is. He’s kissing me, and I can question him and risk it coming to an end, or I can go with the flow. I choose the latter.

Suddenly he pushes me slightly away. His face is flushed and his lips are wet and swollen, and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anybody as much as I want him right now, so I pull on his hair to bring him closer again.

“Ouch! Wait, Nick. Wait,” he gasps.

“What?”

“You’re okay with this, right?”

“I thought that’s pretty obvious.”

He traces my smile with his fingertips, then he bends forward and kisses me again, his fingers trailing down my neck and inside the open collar of my shirt, tickling a little, and making me squirm.

“I’ve wanted this for years,” he whispers, his breath hot on my skin. He nibbles down my neck and buries his lips in the curve of my shoulder, biting down softly. He unbuttons my shirt one button at a time, and I feel first the brush of his fingers, then of his tongue, and although I try to suppress it, I moan each time he moves lower. He spends a long time Beylikdüzü escort right below my navel, and I arch up against his mouth, almost desperate for more contact, but he backs away again.

“Will…” I whisper, and he looks up at me, his eyes inky blue.

“Take off your shirt,” he says, and his hands are busy at my belt, then at the button and zipper of my jeans. He kisses me again, his mouth wide open over mine, and I’m struggling to kiss him back and to untangle my arms from my sleeves and to raise my hips, so that he can pull my jeans down, all at the same time. He drops to his knees between my legs and he’s pulling off my shoes, socks, jeans and underwear in a tangle, and then I’m naked, while he’s still wearing all his clothes and kneeling between my legs, his hands running up and down my calves in a rough caress, and it makes me feel vulnerable and weird, but also so excited, that I’m iron hard.

He suddenly hoists my legs to his shoulders and jerks me towards him, so that I slide down the couch a little, its nubby material scraping roughly against my back, and my ass is hanging off the edge. He turns his head to kiss the inside of my left thigh, and his fingers are tracing random patterns on my hips, and he hasn’t even touched my cock yet and I already think I’m about to explode.

“Jesus, Will. Please…” but I don’t know what I want, because it’s too hard to choose between the options (and God, this is Will, this is my boss, and even though I suspected he might not be straight, I was never 100% sure) and then he takes my cock into his mouth and I stop thinking, I’m just feeling, as his tongue swirls against the head, one of his hands now playing with my balls, the other probing at my hole. I don’t want this to end quickly, I want his naked body against mine, I want to make him feel as good as he’s making me feel, but fuck, just lying here and leaving everything up to him is good too, so, so good.

And he knows what he’s doing. He knows exactly the moment it gets to being too much for me and he’ll pull back a little, or press a finger against my perineum, or squeeze my balls, hurting just a bit, enough to bring me down a couple of notches, but not enough to keep me there, and then he knows how to start building the pleasure again, sometimes gently sucking just the tip of my cock and sometimes deep-throating, sometimes pushing his finger into me and brushing against my prostate and sometimes just massaging at the entrance, one hand pressing down on the base of my belly or reaching up to pinch my nipples. I suddenly realize that the sobbing sounds that I’ve been vaguely aware of are coming from me, and later I know I’m going to be embarrassed about them, but right now I don’t care, the same way I don’t care that I’m pushing myself down onto his finger and begging for more, or that I’m probably suffocating him as I keep trying to force his head down and my cock deeper into his mouth, or that I’m pleading with him to let me come, even though I could easily just finish myself off.

I think I must black out a little, because Escort Beylikdüzü next thing I know he’s straightened up and he’s hugging me to him, his shirt soft against my chest. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and blindly bury my face into his neck.

“I need to come,” I grumble dazedly and he laughs.

“You already did, Nick. But we can do this again, if you want.”

I try to pull away from him, but he tightens his arms around me and whispers no, and so I stay put, my eyes closed, feeling him breathe against me and wishing I could fall asleep like this, because I’m already starting to think about what happens next, and I don’t want to go there yet.

Eventually we have to move. He hoists himself onto the couch with a pained grimace, and sits rubbing his knees, as I half-heartedly try to untangle my boxers out of my jeans, waiting for him to say something, anything, that will indicate how he wants to treat this, because for the life of me I don’t know.

“Well,” he says, making it sound like a statement.

“A deep subject,” I mutter, as I start to pull my boxers on, and he laughs and turns to face me, one arm on the back of the couch, almost, but not quite, embracing me.

“Do you have to go?” he asks.

“Do you want me to stay?” I turn the question around on him.

“Yes,” he answers without hesitation. “If you want to.”

“This, today, this doesn’t change anything, right?” I don’t want lose the comfortable relationship we have at the station, which is sometimes the only thing that makes the job bearable. I don’t want to lose his friendship.

“I certainly hope it does,” he responds lightly, and his fingers touch my neck in a fleeting caress. “But not unless you want it to.”

I reach over and kiss him, and then we don’t need to talk anymore.

**********

The following shift we barely see each other, and I’m over an hour into overtime before I can finally punch out. Although I know he won’t still be at the diner, I drive by, just to make sure, and I see his car parked in its usual spot, and it’s only then, as relief washes over me, that I realize how tense I’ve been since I drove away from his house yesterday afternoon.

He’s reading the paper and doesn’t see me at first, but then he looks up and I see his expression, welcoming and happy and relieved and almost shy all at the same time, and I smile at him.

“I wasn’t sure you’d make it,” he says when I’ve placed my order, and I hear that hint of something else that’s been between us all these months, but now I think I know what it is.

“I wasn’t sure you’d still be here,” I respond, because I still need more confirmation before either of us take another step away from what we had until yesterday that I haven’t misread him, that yesterday morning was more than scratching an itch.

He doesn’t answer for a while, his expression thoughtful, then he focuses on me, his eyes serious.

“You don’t ever have to worry about that, Nick” he reassures me quietly and it’s ambiguous, but then again, he’s the one who’s been putting himself out there, even though as my superior officer he has more at risk, while I’ve been playing it safe.

“Neither do you, Will,” I say, hoping he’ll understand, and he nods, a short, jerky movement, then concentrates on stirring his coffee.

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Masie looked up and burst out laughing.

‘Oh Lennard, if only you could see your face! It’s a picture.’

And a picture it was. A combination of horror and acute embarrassment.

He had walked back into his living room with her coffee to find her sitting on his settee studying the dvd case of the elderly couples sex disc. He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and his face clearly betrayed his dismay.

After Albert and he had enjoyed themselves the previous afternoon they had watched television for a while, quite comfortable in each others company, and then they both dozed off to sleep.

He had awoken when Albert had gently called him to say he was going. He had got dressed and was holding a couple of Lens’ films and just wanted to say cheerio before leaving and no doubt they’d see each other in the club fairly soon.

After he’d departed Len dressed but remained pretty lethargic for the rest of the day and decided he’d clear up in the morning. After a simple supper he retired early and was asleep in minutes. He’d slept late the next morning and ran through the previous days events while snuggled under the duvet. He was OK about what had happened and decided he would see if and how far things developed with Albert before he felt uncomfortable with it.

He’d got up and dressed and had his breakfast and was just about to drink his coffee when there was a tap on his door. He opened it to find Masie standing there. She occupied the next apartment to his and from the few occasions they had talked, Len had warmed to her. She was a widow but she had a bubbly personality and would easily break into a smile, unlike several of the other residents who were generally pretty miserable.

She apologised for disturbing him but said she was thinking of organising a coach trip to a local attraction and wondered if he would be interested in going. He invited her in and she accepted his offer of coffee and sat down while he disappeared into his kitchen to make it. It was when he returned that he cringed.

‘You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.’ She laughed.

Len coughed embarrassedly, his face bright red.

‘Well….’ he stuttered, ‘it’s not…erm..what…it looks like…’ He dried up because it obviously was what it looked like.

‘Oh don’t be so silly,’ she said patting the seat beside her, ‘come and sit down and don’t worry about this.’ She held up the case. ‘It’s probably no worse than some I’ve got!’

Len stared at her as he sat down, his eyes widening.

‘You look surprised.’ she said.

‘Well…I am really…it’s just that….’

She interrupted him. ‘What’s a little old lady like me doing taking an interest in that sort of thing for? Is that what you’re thinking?’

‘Well…that’s not quite…er…how I would have put it.’

‘Len,’ she said putting her hand on his knee, ‘just because you get old it doesn’t mean that the feelings you’ve had all your life disappear when you’re suddenly deprived of the person you shared those feelings with. In fact it’s a terrible blow.’

She took her hand away and just looked down at the floor for a while in a silence that Len was reluctant to break. She looked at him again.

‘You know Lennard, ever since you moved in a while ago I’ve thought you’re far more of a gentleman than a lot here. You keep yourself to yourself and I’ve never known you to have a bad word to say about anyone. I feel I can talk to you as I’ve never talked to any of the others and that I can trust you with anything I tell you.’

She looked at him.

‘I really feel I need someone I can talk to openly who won’t judge me or criticise me and your reaction to this,’ she indicated the dvd, ‘leads me to think you’re a decent person who wouldn’t be offended if I did.’

Len didn’t say anything initially. It was nice to hear the compliment and it was a lift to think that someone like Masie could confide in him. It was a strange situation for him though, as all through their married life he and Rose had rarely opened up fully to each other.

He cleared his throat. ‘Well…I’d always be happy to listen if you wanted to talk,’ he said, ‘but whether I’d be able to be of much help….’

‘Just offering a sympathetic ear would be enough.’ She suddenly laughed at what she had just said. ‘I don’t mean you should feel sorry for me, just…well,’ she shrugged her shoulders, ‘ you know what Beylikdüzü escort I mean.’ Len nodded and wondered what was coming next.

‘I lost Freddy just three years ago and we loved each other right to the end. I still miss him terribly for many reasons and this,’ she indicated the dvd, ‘is one of them.’

She went on more softly now. ‘He was a lovely man and attractive in many different ways. He made friends very easily and women seemed drawn to him like a magnet. Early in our marriage I could see what was happening and I set out to make sure for the rest of our time together he had no reason to cast his eyes elsewhere.’ She looked at Len. ‘Do you understand what I am saying?’

He nodded slowly. ‘I think so.’

‘I read everything about sex I could, which wasn’t much in those days — not like now, and I couldn’t discuss things with friends or my mother and there wasn’t the internet to turn to for inspiration.’

‘I initiated intimacy at every opportunity even when I didn’t really feel like it, but I was truly frightened of losing him.’

She paused for a moment, looking straight ahead.

‘What happened though was that we started getting more and more inventive with each other, all the time looking to feed our excitement until we both knew that nobody to come anywhere near matching what we had.’

She stopped suddenly, her face reddening. ‘Oh hark at me going on.’ She looked at him. ‘I must be embarrassing you. I’m sorry.’ and got up as if to leave.

Len gently caught her arm and guided her back down. Here was a person who needed to open herself up to someone and he was the only one she felt able to trust. He knew whatever happened he couldn’t let her down.

‘Please stay and talk to me,’ he said softly, ‘and if I can help in any way…’

‘You already are.’ she said. She hesitated before going on. ‘Are you sure you don’t mind?’

‘Please go on.’

She looked away from him again. ‘We tried anything and everything we could think of, and I do mean everything,’ she said candidly, ‘and what we liked stayed but if one of us didn’t like anything, well at least we’d tried it. It was surprising that once we opened our minds to it there were only a few things that we didn’t want to repeat.’

‘Freddy said once we shut the bedroom door we should leave our inhibitions outside and really do whatever we wanted or felt like and we certainly did.’

She paused and started to look a little embarrassed.

‘It varied from gentle romantic lovemaking to out and out sheer pornography I suppose you’d call it, but it was never less than exciting or fulfilling whatever we did. I suppose Mills and Boon would describe him as a “lusty lover”‘

She looked straight at him and said somewhat ruefully. ‘Now all I’ve got are my vibrators and fingers and I can tell you they’re poor substitutes!’

This last revelation was a lot more than Len had anticipated and his cheeks coloured at the information. Here was a warm friendly woman admitting she masturbated without any embarrassment, something he had always thought was a male preserve and kept firmly under wraps. He was sure Rose never did, at least he thought she never had, and the topic would never have arisen anyway.

As if she suddenly realised what she had said she went bright red and with profuse apologies stood up again to leave.

‘Look,’ said Len remaining seated, ‘whatever you want to tell me or say will never leave this room. I promise you that. Secondly, I’m not shocked just a bit surprised. I though it was only men that did that but I obviously got that wrong.’

She sat down again, and he began to realise that at this late stage of his life he was learning a lot, first with Albert and now his next-door neighbour. He wondered what else there was to come.

She picked up the dvd again. ‘It was seeing this that brought it to the surface again.’ She looked at it more closely. ‘Mind you, I’ve never seen one with people as old as this in it. I didn’t think people of our age would do such things’.

‘Just like I didn’t think women took care of their own needs.’ he said softly.

She laughed gently. ‘Touche!’. ‘I wouldn’t mind looking at this though. It looks interesting’.

The candour of the conversation encouraged Len to respond in a way he would never have dreamt of previously.

‘Yes, I like that one and you’re more that welcome Beylikdüzü escort to borrow it if you’d like’.

She looked at him. ‘That’s very kind of you but I haven’t got anything to play it on. All my films are on tape’.

‘Ah,’ said Len, ‘well if you do get a machine you’d be welcome to it any time’.

She seemed a little crestfallen at this and put the film down. Somewhat abruptly the conversation returned to the coach trip and after some small talk she stood up to go.

‘I do hope I haven’t shocked you too much Lennard, and you won’t repeat anything I told you will you’. It was more of a statement than a question and she looked at him enquiringly. ‘I probably said far more than I should’.

‘I won’t, provided…..’ Masie looked at him with alarm, ‘….you call me Len not Lennard! I can’t abide that name’.

She smiled. ‘How do you think I feel about Matilda then!’

They were laughing as she went out.

For the rest of the day Len could not get their conversation out of his mind and he now looked upon Masie in a completely different light. He had never met anybody like her before, self assured and relaxed but inwardly vulnerable and needing support, and despite her happy disposition, quite lonely. In all their years of marriage he and Rose had never conversed like that, and even in their most intimate moments there had always been restraint. Things had never been as Masie put it ‘uninhibited’.

She was still a very attractive woman as well, he thought, and must have been quite a beauty in her younger days. Despite what she said about her husband he had probably had fears about her being charmed away by another man and equalled her effort in their relationship to ensure she stayed with him. It had probably been a contented marriage because they had each worked hard at it.

Her shoulder length dark hair was liberally streaked with grey which she made no attempt to disguise, and she always dressed presentably. She was a little shorter than Len and although she no doubt considered herself to be a bit heavier than she would have liked, she still had her curves and had obviously taken care to look after herself over many years.

Their conversation itself had not left him unaffected either. He had definitely felt a stirring in his groin when they were talking and several hours later the memory had the same effect. Despite every effort he could not rid himself of the image of her masturbating. It was a frustrating day for him knowing there was a sexually active woman so close who probably would be receptive to his advances but he hadn’t a clue about how to go about it.

What if he was misreading all the signs and it was just wishful thinking on his part? Any approach he made could be completely misconstrued and it could harm a blossoming friendship. On the other hand she had opened up to him and seemed to be a person who knew what she wanted. But there again….

Len decided he would do nothing unless the invitation was more obvious, but it came quicker and more obviously that he had ever anticipated.

He spent a bit of a restless day doing lots of things to divert his attention then finally decided an early night with his book would be the best thing. As he settled into bed he thought he heard a noise from the room next door. The apartments were mirrored so his bedroom was next to Masies’ and he had on occasion heard some muted sounds coming through the wall as she coughed or moved around sometimes. This was different though. He listened carefully and could hear a moaning or groaning sound which, although not constant, was repetitive and sounded as if she was in distress.

He listened to it for a while before putting on his dressing gown and going along the communal passage to her front door. He tapped softly a couple of times but when he didn’t get any response he knocked a bit harder. Even then it was a minute or two before the door opened slightly. When she saw who it was she opened it wider.

She looked at him questioningly, ‘Yes?’ she said.

‘Are you alright?’ asked Len anxiously

She looked a little perplexed. ‘Yes I’m fine. Why shouldn’t I be?’

‘Well, I thought I could hear you moaning through the wall and I was worried you were ill.’

‘Moaning?’ she said furrowing her brow then suddenly her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. ‘Oh!’

‘You’d better come in.’ she went Escort Beylikdüzü on softly opening the door wider.

He stepped in and she closed the door. She was hugging her dressing gown around her and at once looked at him sheepishly. She continued softly.

‘I’m sorry about that, I didn’t realise I was making so much noise.’

‘Oh it’s not a problem, I was just concerned you were ill. You aren’t are you?’

She shook her head. ‘No, I was …um… just … um …taking care of my needs I think you called it.’ She looked bashful as she said it.

‘Sorry?’ said Len quizzically — then the penny dropped.

‘Oh my…’ he stuttered as his face went bright red. ‘I’m so sorry.’ He was totally flustered. ‘That’s the second time today I’ve embarrassed you! I’m so sorry.’ and turned round to go.

She took hold of his wrist and stopped him. ‘No Len, I think it’s me that’s embarrassed you. It’s me who should be apologising.’

‘No no not at all,’ he paused, ‘I just didn’t realise…’

‘There was no reason why you should have,’ she said still holding his wrist, ‘it was our conversation today and seeing the film that started me tonight.’

‘You know Len I would love to see that film,’ her voice little more that a whisper,’ and I was wondering…’

Len looked at her.

‘…if I could watch it at your place….with you?’

Lens’ eyes widened. This was completely unexpected.

‘Well….er….’

Masie continued quickly. ‘Look, like me, you probably watch them for self stimulation…’ she looked at him questioningly, ‘…you know what I mean? and if you could stand the sight of an old lady rubbing herself off beside you…’

Now it was Lens’ jaws’ turn to drop.

‘Look, I know I’m being very forward but to be quite honest I’m getting fed up using these’ she held up her hand with her two middle fingers closed together, ‘and my imagination to get myself off. I need something more and ever since I saw what you have in the way of films, I’ve been thinking about them.’

Len was totally lost for words and just stared at her.

‘I’ve really blown it now haven’t I.’ She said slowly taking her hand away. ‘I shouldn’t have done that to you. I’m sorry. You must think I’m a terrible person.’ She looked away with a mixture of sadness and embarrassment. ‘I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to speak to me again.’

She reached to open the door.

‘What time?’

‘Pardon?’

‘What time. What time would you like to come round?’

She looked closely at him. ‘Do you mean it?’

His face was bright red as he nodded.

‘Are you sure Len?’

He nodded again as if he was incapable of speech.

‘Would after lunch be OK, about half past two?’

‘Fine.’ he managed to get out before turning again to the door.

She pulled him back and stood close to him.

‘Thank you Len, thank you so much.’ She took his hand again and he wondered what she was doing then she suddenly pushed it down the front of her gown. ‘Go on feel.’ she whispered as his hand made contact with her breast. He looked straight into her eyes and could see the offer was genuine so he moved to cup her breast completely. She felt full and firm with just a slight natural sag and he got the impression she had nothing on under her gown. The stiffness of her nipple was not lost on him nor was the warmth of her body.

He groaned softly as he caressed her then suddenly twitched as her hand found its’ way through the opening of his dressing gown and the front of his pyjamas to gently take hold of his not so soft penis.

‘Tit for tat.’ She smiled at him and snuggled her head into his shoulder.

She rested against him for a few seconds then suddenly moved back and pulled her gown closely round her, just as he was well on his way to a full erection.

‘You’d better go now and I’ll see you tomorrow.’ She looked at him. ‘Goodnight Len,’ she said softly, ‘sleep well.’ and opened the door.

He looked down at the now quite prominent bulge in his dressing gown.

‘I hope Vera’s not hanging out of her door.’ he said. She was the landing busybody and there wasn’t much that went on that she didn’t know or gossip about.

Masie looked down as well. ‘Well if she sees that she’ll have something to dine out on for weeks!’

They laughed softly and Len left and made his way quickly back to his apartment.

It took him seconds to get back into bed and his masturbation lasted less than a minute. As he settled down after his climax he distinctly heard a long drawn out contented moan through the wall. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.

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Daddy Needs a Libido Boost

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Readers–First be advised no Anal, no DDD’s, no oversized dickeys. no cruelty here.

Second–There is casual mention in this story of Wanda’s brother whose name is Bill. There is a story about them titled ‘DEAR FRIENDS’ which if you like this story you might also enjoy.

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When I turned 45 I thought that all was right with the world. I had an intelligent, attractive and sexy wife named Susan. An equally intelligent, attractive and sexy 23 year old daughter named Wanda, a son named Bill age 25 who was proudly serving in the Navy as a pilot. My name is Tom and I had two million plus in investments.

The money was a result of having sold a successful business which had occupied too much of my time and effort for too many years. It was time for the payback to my wife whose love and support had been so necessary to that achievement.

I owned an island hideaway in the middle of a large southern lake. Originally owned by my grandfather it had grown through the efforts of my late father and I. Now six rooms, a Jacuzzi, a pool, a dock and lots of privacy. I had looked forward to many peaceful days and sex filled nights with Susan.

We managed one month there together. One week after the most pleasant month of my life we were sitting on the patio of our year round home eating breakfast. Susan said “Tom what do you think about………..” Then she slipped to the floor. She was dead and I had no idea what her question was to be.

You can imagine the rest. A year later my investments had grown but I was just going through the motions. I wasn’t worth a damn to anybody. My daughter Wanda was finished with graduate school and also with her live in lover of several years and moved home.

Supposedly she was job hunting but in reality she was trying to get her old dad out of his funk.

As Labor Day approached Wanda got a nice job offer to start the Wednesday after teaching a special education group at a school about 30 miles away. She tried to talk me into spending the weekend with her at the island hideaway but I held off giving her a positive answer.

Earlier I mentioned that Wanda was sexy. I had never however lusted after her. It was something I just knew. She had a nice shape supported on long nicely formed legs and whatever size clothes she wore they always fit her perfectly.

On Thursday night before Labor Day she had a dinner date and when she appeared after dressing she was wearing a red skirt and a somewhat sheer blouse. I don’t know her breast size but they were large enough to fill out the blouse nicely.

She was standing near a window and turned somewhat sideways with the sun behind her. I couldn’t help but notice the splendidly shaped breast visible as a shadow beneath the blouse. I also couldn’t help but notice that it was unencumbered by a brassiere.

I guess I stared too long and Wanda turned and saw me looking. I can’t explain why I didn’t turn my head but I continued to look. Suddenly I realized that Wanda’s nipples were tenting her blouse.

My body reacted by tenting my loose shorts and Wanda couldn’t help but notice that. She quipped.

“Daddy. I do think that you are beginning to come back to life. But maybe I should go see if I can find a bra to go with this top. I’m not interested in getting Ron too excited. He’s nice but not quite bedroom material.”

Wanda dressed down a bit and went on her date. My mind was occupied with her remark and I began to recall some nice memories. Some were of my wife Susan but others were of the more youthful variety. I was very happy. It had been a long period of sadness and I was glad to be coming out of it.

I went to bed and for the first time since my youth I had a wet dream.

In my dream Wanda and I were necking and petting like young people might do. In my dream my hand slid up her thigh and encountered her crotch. As I attempted to work my way around it my dream girl stopped me and took off her own panties.

Almost immediately my finger entered her vagina which was hot, tight and slippery. As I began to stroke my finger in and out my dream ended with what is technically called an ‘nocturnal emission’ but was what most call a wet dream.

Amazingly enough although I hardly ever remember any dream this one was the exception. I remembered it in detail and savored it because I thought. “It’s the best of both worlds. I enjoyed and interlude with my daughter almost as if it had really happened but no guilt is attached as no sin was committed.” It was a very pleasant thought.

I had heard Wanda come home at about midnight and I left the house early on that Friday morning. I had several items of business to take care of the first of Beylikdüzü escort which was to join the breakfast group at the Sunset Diner. It had been a long time since I was in the mood to do that. The group was kind and simply made a place for me without making a big deal of my long hiatus and I was appreciative.

Later I did my business here and there and then decided to check out my boat. As I approached the dock I saw Wanda’s SUV next to the boat and several boxes being loaded aboard.

When she saw me she said. “Dad, you caught me. I’ve got everything loaded for a great weekend at the island. The boat is gassed and ready. Now get aboard and let’s go.” I remembered my dream and my dick came to attention.

I didn’t argue I simply untied the bow line and climbed aboard. Wanda started the engine and when it was warmed up I untied the stern and we were off. Fifteen minutes later she pulled up to our island dock. We tied up and began ferrying stuff to the house.

Fifteen minutes later the house was open, a pleasant breeze was flowing thru it and I was starting up the pool and the Jacuzzi. Wanda finished the in house chores as I finished skimming the pool and began hosing the deck.

A half hour later all was ready for lunch and Wanda served up some lobster salad and some clam chowder that she had brought along with some iced tea. I was happy and content for the first time since Susan had died and I guess it showed.

“Happy daddy?”

“Yes. I feel wonderful. Thanks for pushing me into this.”

“Bill and his crew will be here about noon Sunday for a couple of days before their school starts.”

“Good. I’ll be happy to see all of them.”

“Till then it’s just you and me lover boy.”

“What’s this lover boy stuff? And by the way it’ you and I.”

“Just teasing dad. My mission till they arrive is to bring your libido all the way back to life. There’s a lot of sex starved widow ladies and divorcees around who need your service.

I turned the brightest shade of red imaginable and couldn’t frame a reply. Wanda walked over to the edge of the pool and pulled off her blouse and shorts and dove into the water. She swam the length of the pool and back and walked out via the steps and walked toward me.

Her panties which were extremely sheer when dry were almost invisible when wet. Her breasts were bare. Her nipples either from the cool breeze or excitement were extended. So was my penis.

My daughter was deliberately filling me with lust. She sat on my lap getting my shorts wet and pushing my erection down between my thighs. She put her hands on my shoulders and said.

“From now till Bill gets here we are going to role play as Tom and Wanda. We find each other sexy. We are in this very private place. We enjoy each other’s company and we are going to relax and do whatever seems to be pleasurable at that moment. Understand?”

I didn’t have a good reply and I wasn’t very sure that I wanted to object so I did what any real man would do under the circumstances. I nodded dumbly.

With that accomplished Wanda leaned against me. Her bare nipples bored hot holes in my chest and she touched her lips to mine. It was a soft and gentle kiss but it lasted. Then she blessed my lips briefly with her tongue and pulled away.

“OK dad, off with the shorts. Fair is fair. Underwear only and get them soaked so I can see your equipment. You’ve already seen mine.” She grabbed my hands and pulled at me urging me up.

By then I was in a playful and wise guy mood. I pushed both my shorts and my underwear down and over my half hard penis. I stood up straight, raised my arms above my head, locked my hands together and turned myself around in a complete circle. It was a typical corny warrior pose.

By then I was almost fully erect and Wanda laughed and applauded. Then she pushed me into the pool and after pulling her panties off she dove in and came up next to me. “That’s a pretty good body for and old man. I hope I hold up as well.”

The one thing that I had done through my misery was to jog and to do some mild aerobics. My weight of 180 was not far from being about right for my 5’11’ body.

We swam the length of the pool and back three times and then stood at the four foot level and regained our breath. As our breathing returned to normal Wanda placed her hands beneath her breasts and lifted them above the water.

“Tom. You never returned my compliment. How do these stack up against your other conquests?”

I was suddenly very brazen and I answered. “They look great but the real test is ‘how do they feel’.”

“You’re right. But after you’re finished feeling I get to do the same. Agreed?”

I had trouble getting my Beylikdüzü escort answer out but finally I managed a choked. “Agreed.”

Wanda walked over to me and took my hands in hers and placed them on her breasts. I was filled with lust and I was filled with loathing of myself for that lust.

My hands took over and began to gently feel and caress those shapely orbs. Without my conscious thought my thumbs and forefingers found each nipple and began to gently pinch them. Just then I felt my rock hard penis enveloped by Wanda’s hand.

She did to it much the same as I was doing to her boobs. Simply feeling and squeezing gently around the head with her thumb and forefinger. After a few minutes I took my right hand from her tit and reached under the water for her pussy.

My intent was to enter her with my fingers. However since the water was washing away the slippery juices I began to play with my daughters clit. I began to gently feel and then pinch that miniature penis just as she was doing to my penis. I felt it get hard and excited.

I knew that it was getting excited because it was causing Wanda to breath hard and her face to take on that look of desire and become even more beautiful. My breath was coming faster too and I knew that something had to happen to break this spell.

“Daddy. Tom I mean.” Wanda said in a strained voice. “Are you up for this? I want you so badly but I don’t want you to suffer guilt. Shall we try to get ourselves under control or shall we go to my bedroom and sin?”

I surprised my self when I heard myself say. “My vote is that we go to your bedroom and sin. I think that the lust is the sin and not the penetration.”

Tugging on my hard cock to urge me along Wanda lead me to her bedroom where the sheets had been pulled down as if in preparation for this event.

“See daddy. Even the bed approves. Now please don’t make me wait any longer.” Wanda sat on the bed and then wiggled her way to the middle pulling me along with her.

She spread her knees and I crawled between them. She kept pulling my super hard cock until it’s head was between the lips of her pussy. There was no lack of slippery juices now.

As I positioned myself so that I could kiss her Wanda wrapped one leg up over my back and the other just below my rump and pulled me into her. My cock slid in easily but once deep inside of her it was squeezed tightly by her cunt muscles.

God it felt good. It had been months since my last sex experience. My body was overwhelmed and began to tremble with excitement. Wanda was trembling too. Then we were kissing. We were kissing like teenager who were discovering the thrill of French kissing as they were loosing their virginity.

What we were doing was scary and thrilling. I shot a load of cum into Wanda but what with all the things happening in my body it didn’t slow me down even a little bit. I think that Wanda came too but like me it was so mixed in with all the sensations coursing through our bodies it was just a part of the whole event.

In hindsight I am amazed that our fucking action was so slow. I was pushing slowly into her enjoying each centimeter of the sensation. My cum mixed with my daughters juices provided lubricant to the tight fit of my cock in her tight pussy was producing sensations that I had never dreamed existed.

When I reached bottom and Wanda’s and my pelvic skin made contact we would stop and ground our pelvis’s together.

Then we would begin a slow journey of retreat again enjoying each changing sensation along the way.

After a time Wanda whispered to me as if we needed to be quiet saying. “I feel my orgasm building. Please come with me.”

I was feeling similar sensations and I began to speed my action. Soon we were pounding against each other and my body began to scream for relief. Now I was holding back.

Then I felt Wanda’s movements change and I knew that her orgasm was upon her and I started a rushing to catch up. Her pelvis was moving in two directions at once trying to drive my fully extended penis deeper into her. My cock was feeling things it had never felt before as it erupted.

As I was coming I felt Wanda’s cunt muscles squeeze tighter around my cock trying to milk every drop of cum from me. Her arms around my back were so tight around me that I could hardly breath. Never had I been so thoroughly and completely depleted.

As if my thoughts were coming out through Wanda’s mouth I heard her say.

“Daddy. I have never been so thoroughly and completely fucked. Do you think that we could ever top that?”

“No.” I answered. “No, never. But I do want to try. You?”

“Yes. But right now I need to get rid of some of this cum that’s spilling Escort Beylikdüzü out of me. I’ve never been filled like that. I guess it’s that long abstinence.”

“Could be. It might also have something to do with the eroticism of the situation and the sexiness of the recipient.”

“Whatever. I’m going to pee and then take a shower. Care to join me? In the shower of course.”

I used another bathroom to pee and then joined Wanda in the master bath shower. I had designed it to be spacious and it had multiple shower heads all of which were massage types. Two were on hoses and we had lots of fun for a long time spraying each other and we both left with our libido fully restored.

Even with our restored libido we were hungry and I found myself in the mood for a juicy steak. Wanda agreed and reached into the frig for part of the larder that she had brought and pulled out two thick Filet Mignons.

I coated them with our favorite things and put them on the gas grill. Wanda dished out the Caesar salad that she had also brought and used the microwave to heat the half baked and garnished potatoes.

In just a few minutes we were sitting on the patio enjoying the best meal to pass my lips in a very long time. The naked girl who was my companion was both adding to my enjoyment but enjoying the offering as much as I was.

We finished the meal and as Wanda cleared the table I fixed us coffee and an after dinner snifter of Cointreau which my wife had always considered a very mild aphrodisiac.

I sat myself down in an extra wide lounge expecting Wanda to sit beside me. Instead she sat herself across my upper legs, her bare and glistening pussy only inches away from my again erect cock.

She leaned forward and locked her hands behind my neck. My hardon was now against her belly. She rested her forehead against mine and asked. “Tom. My new lover. What do you say that we spread this pad on the ground. Then you can lick me out while I suck you off until we both come?”

As I digested her words she added. “There is still some of your cum in me and I think it very erotic thing that you taste it. I hope you still have another offering of cum for me to taste and swallow. Do you?”

“Do I what? Have enough cum for you to enjoy? Or do I think it erotic to taste the mixture of your cum and my cum?”

“Both.”

“Yes and Yes. Let’s do it.”

That explains why about two minutes later we were lying together on the wide cushion. We were each on our sides. My head was resting on Wanda’s bottom thigh. My tongue was licking her pussy held wide open by my mouth and lips. My head was locked in place by Wanda’s upper thigh.

Wanda’s head was resting on my bottom thigh but I did not hold her head with my other. Her head was busy moving up and down as her tongue pleasured the outside of my cock from head to base.

My wife had long ago convinced me that I was more sexy to her with my pubic hair gone. She had done the wax routine on me and I had maintained it so even thru my period of abstinence.

I was happy that I had done this as Wanda switched her action from licking to sucking. And what a suck it was. She would loosen her grip slightly and take most of me into her mouth.

Then she would draw away creaking maximum pressure between her tongue and her mouth until she reached the head. At that point she would pause and lick and bob gently before resuming her downward movement.

Meanwhile I had positioned my mouth so as to apply suction around her hole as I licked as deep as possible pulling out as much cum as I could. I swallowed and liked for another moment and then move my attention to her clitoris.

I sucked it into my mouth and licked it furiously. I could feel her whole bodies reaction against my face as I did. I felt an orgasm build and then release causing her pelvis to pound my face.

My own orgasm was building and I knew that I was to come soon. For a brief moment I thought that maybe I could manage two. Then I knew I couldn’t. I did my best to hold back until I felt a big one start to build in Wanda.

As her’s built the speed of her ministrations up and down my cock increased dramatically.

I could hold back no longer and my cum began to spurt. Wanda’s body began to move around in ways that I would not have believed possible. Part of that movement was that of her pussy against my face.

At the same time my cock was going so deep into Wanda’s mouth that I was bottoming against her mouth as she was against mine. Amazing to say when we were finally down form our peak neither of us had bloody lips.

They were however red and chapped and a constant reminder of the pleasure of that Friday afternoon.

We did recover and we did stay awake together numerous times. But ours was not a romantic love and as all things must end our sexual encounters did also. W each found romance with partners our own age and are living happy lives as is my son Bill and his family.

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