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Authors Note: I’ve recently been diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes which affected my ability to write stories on my iPhone. My vision has now stabilized and I’m back to writing.

Also, this storyline was initially meant to be non erotic, but has evolved with an increasing amount of science fiction. I’ve yet to decide whether or not to include sexual activity, but if I feel it’s necessary to further the story, then I will incorporate it.

Hugs and kisses, Kantarii

+++++++Chapter 2+++++++

The sound of a wooden door slamming shut reverberates through Ethan’s office, rattling the pictures on the wall. Anger culminates within him; his face begins to turn red. After a long, deep breath, he collapses in his leather chair and exhales.

Seconds feel like eternity as he waits for Brett to vacate listening range. Soon, his frustration reaches a breaking point. He whips the back of his hand across his desk, slinging stuff into the floor.

“What a fucking dick! It’ll take all evening to do that report.”

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the office door.

“Come in,” Ethan summons, pushing a button on his desk.

“Is everything alright,” Karen asks, leaning her head through the doorway.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, rubbing his forehead.

“What happened in here,” she asks, noticing the mess on the floor.

“You don’t want to know,” he says.

“I’m leaving early.”

“That’s fine,” he says, gesturing his hand.

“Do you need anything before I leave?”

“Where did they take Amber,” he asks.

“They took her down to the 3rd floor.”

“I need to ask her a few more questions,” he says.

“Brett’s going to transfer her tomorrow.”

“Fuck,” he blurts.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, he’s just making my job difficult,” he says.

“Is there anything else, Ethan?”

“I should be okay, Karen.”

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says, closing the door behind her.

When Karen’s gone, Ethan opens a drawer, takes out his notepad and reads over some of his notes. Then, he sifts through the books on the shelves searching for some information on aggressive mimicry. Unable to find what he’s looking for, he sits down at his desk and turns on the computer.

Hours pass as he leaps from one web page to the next. As he skims through various articles, something catches his eye – a beautiful pink and white orchid mantis. His mind churns as he studies images of the alluring, alien-like insect. After jotting down a few quick notes, he replays the video of Amber’s interview, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Towards the end, he notices a blur.

“What the -,” he mumbles, rewinding the video.

Over and over, he rewatches the segment, staring at the screen. Then, out of curiosity, he plays it in slow motion and sees Amber taking the ink pen off his desk.

“I didn’t see that happen.”

Eventually, fatigue from a long work day wears on his mind. He rubs his eyes, then glances at his watch; sighing.

“Brett’s report can fucking wait.”

Suddenly, Amber’s strange language begins to echo inside his head, then unsettling images of her begging for help wander into his mind. As his discontent grows, conflicting thoughts about his obligations start playing tug-of-war with his humanity. Perhaps it’s his attraction to her that pulls the hardest.

He turns off the computer and tears the page of notes from his notepad, stuffing it into his pocket. Then, he opens a desk drawer, grabs a flat headed screwdriver and storms out of his office. His pace quickens as he passes the reception area, heading into the outer waiting room.

Movement triggers motion detectors once he opens the main office door. Once he places the palm of his hand on a high-tech scanner, a spherical security drone the size of a bowling ball descends from the ceiling. Hovering above the floor, it begins to gyrate while hundreds of tiny laser lenses create a realistic bilecik escort hologram of a security guard. As it takes shape, the lights dim and simulated sounds of heavy footsteps reverberate in the darkened hallway.

“Dr. Ethan Thomas,” the security guard greets, approaching Ethan.

“That would be me,” Ethan says.

“You’re the last occupant on this floor.”

“So it would seem,” he mumbles, heading for the elevator.

Artificial intelligence scans Ethan, processing vital information while it follows him to the elevator.

“Your heart rate is slightly elevated and you’re carrying a metallic object.”

“I locked my keys in my vehicle,” he lies.

“Would you like some assistance?”

“I can manage on my own,” he says, pressing a button to summon the elevator.

“Once you leave, this floor will be inaccessible until tomorrow morning.”

“Whatever.”

Seconds later, the elevator doors open. Once Ethan steps inside and pushes the button for the 3rd. floor, the hologram disappears. As the doors close, the drone flies away, fading into the shadows.

Adrenaline courses through his veins while the elevator begins its descent. Before it comes to a stop, he opens the escape hatch in the roof. After the doors open, he scans the immediate area, making sure no one is watching. Then, he wedges the screwdriver inside the doorway, keeping them open.

Sounds of chatter nearby arouses his curiosity as he makes his way to the end of the hallway. At the intersection, he leans his head around the corner, observing two security guards at a desk. After assessing the situation, he quietly retreats back up the corridor.

Formulating an escape plan, he takes a empty metal trash can from a nearby office and puts it inside a cleaning closet. He fills it with dirty rags, dry sponges, a few empty plastic bottles, and crumpled paper. After setting it on fire, he closes the door. While the confined space fills with smoke, he heads to the security desk.

“Just admit it, Tim.”

“Why are you bugging me about her, Mike?”

“Because there’s nothing better to talk about.”

“Okay – okay – I would.”

“I – knew it,” Mike says, slapping his hand on his the desk.

“Excuse me, fellas,” Ethan says, approaching the desk.

“Can we help you,” Mike asks, sliding his feet off the desk.

“I need to speak to Amber,” Ethan says.

“I’m going to need clearance first,” Mike says, reaching for the phone.

“You’re going to disturb Brett – at this hour,” Ethan inquires.

“Got – to have – some balls – to do that,” Tim teases.

“Let me see your ID instead,” Mike says.

“Hahaha…” Tim chuckles. “No balls at all.”

“It’ll only take a few minutes,” Ethan promises, surrendering his badge.

While Mike inspects the badge, Ethan casually glances at the security monitors, making some mental notes.

“What brings you down here this late at night,” Tim asks, uncrossing his arms.

“I’m trying to finish a report for Brett,” Ethan says, leaning up against the counter. “Besides it doesn’t look like y’all are busy.”

“Yup, all the boredom without the perks,” Tim quips.

“I wouldn’t consider dying a benefit,” Ethan jokes.

“Everything checks out, Dr. Thomas,” Mike says, handing the badge back to him.

“Thanks,” Ethan says, hooking it on his belt.

“I’ll buzz y’all in, Tim.”

“Why do I have to go,” Tim protests.

“Because the bitch gives me the creeps,” Mike says.

“You were just talking about -” Tim begins.

“Just go,” Mike interrupts, gesturing his hand, “unless you want to program the drones.”

“That sounds too much like work,” Tim quips, rising from his chair.

“Am I missing something,” Ethan asks.

“Don’t let Tim fool you,” Mike whispers. “He’s been hinting about wanting to tap her ass all evening.”

“I heard that,” Tim manisa escort says, glancing back over his shoulder. “This way, Dr. Thomas.”

When Mike disengages the electronic locks, Ethan follows Tim through the door. As they make their way down the desolate hallway, it closes and locks behind them.

“This is the first time I’ve seen this area of the building,” Ethan says, peeking inside empty rooms as he passes.

“This is just a detention area, nothing special,” Tim explains.

“The less I know, the better.”

At the end of the hallway, Tim pauses beside a metal door and peers through a tiny peephole. Then, he places the palm of his hand on the high- tech scanner, unlocking the door.

“She’s standing by the window,” Tim mentions.

“Probably bored to death,” Ethan quips.

Freezing cold air gushes from the room once the metal door is opened.

“You have a visitor,” Tim announces.

There’s no response from Amber – just silence, prompting Tim to enter the room.

“Amber,” Ethan calls, following Tim into the room.

“You have a visitor,” Tim repeats, noticing her handcuffs and pieces of an ink pen laying on the floor.

Suddenly, hands reach down from the ceiling and wrap around Tim’s throat, snatching him off the ground. In desperation, he reaches for his firearm, thrashing his legs to free himself. Before he can unholster his weapon, his neck snaps like a twig.

Ethan watches in horror as Tim is thrown head first against a concrete wall. Blood oozes from his nose when his lifeless body collapses onto the bed. Seconds later, Amber drops from the ceiling, crouching on the floor at Ethan’s feet. Her glaring, pale green eyes lock onto his as she stands upright, her eyebrows; furrowing.

“Easy,” Ethan says, throwing his hands out in front of him. “I’m not a bad guy.”

“You’re in my way,” she says, sweeping him to the side as she exits the room.

“You asked me to help.”

“That was earlier,” she says, snatching the padlock off a metal storage cabinet.

“Who’s the other person in the room,” he asks, glancing back at the figure beside the window.

“It’s an exoskeleton,” she explains, stuffing her belongings in her backpack.

“An exo-what?”

“Forget it,” she mumbles.

“You’re going to need my help getting out of here.”

“Get me past that other door and I might just surprise you,” she says, putting on her leather jacket.

“I haven’t exactly thought that far ahead.”

“Great,” she says, weaving her arm through a strap on her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder.

“Hang on,” he says, walking towards the main security door.

Stopping just short of the door, Ethan silently surveys the area, then glances at the ceiling where the security camera is. A few seconds later, Amber approaches him.

“It’s not going to open by itself,” she quips.

“Hide in there,” he says, pointing to an empty room. “I’ve got an idea.”

“Hide – and do what,” she asks.

“Nothing – just wait.”

Stepping inside the room, Amber turns out the lights. Then, she hides behind the door. Once she’s out of sight, Ethan presses the intercom button beside the security door, hoping Mike isn’t watching the monitors.

“I’m ready to leave, Mike.”

“Alright, give me a second,” he says

When the electronic locks on the door release, Ethan opens it. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees Mike slouching in his chair with his arms crossed, not paying attention to the monitors.

“Where’s Tim,” Mike asks, yarning as he sits up.

“He’s still talking to Amber,” Ethan lies.

“Nah, he’s probably flirting with her.”

“That’s – none of my business,” Ethan says, toying with his car keys. “I’m going to call it a night.”

“Have a good one.”

“Try not to work too hard,” Ethan mentions, walking away.

“Nothing exciting ever happens mersin escort around here.”

When Ethan is out of Mike’s sight, he heads to the cleaning closet and opens it. A huge cloud of smoke and ash pours into the hallway. The sudden gush of air breathes new life into the smoldering embers. With time working against him now, he doubles back to the security desk while a downdraft from the elevator shaft channels it down the corridor.

“The building’s on fire,” Ethan shouts, startling Mike.

“What the -” Mike blurts, stumbling to his feet.

“Smoke is spewing from the elevator shaft.”

Maintaining his cool, Mike picks up a handheld radio and gazes down the hallway, assessing the situation.

“Tim, do you copy,” Mike radios.

“We need to evacuate,” Ethan suggests.

“Tim, do you copy,” Mike repeats.

“Don’t tell me he turned off his radio,” Ethan says, glancing over his shoulder.

“More than likely,” Mike grumbles, dropping the radio.

The distinctive, pungent smell puts pressure on Mike, making the situation seemingly much more critical than it actually is. Within a matter of seconds, plumes of smoke begin to obscure the overhead lights and set off a smoke alarm. Following protocol, he sends available drones to locate the source of the fire, then pulls the fire alarm.

“Now what,” Ethan questions.

“I’m going to get Tim,” Mike says, unlocking the security door.

“Do you need me to do anything?”

“Hold the door open so it doesn’t lock us in,” Mike says, heading for the door.

“What about Amber?”

Without giving Ethan an answer, Mike plows through the security door. As he rushes down the hallway, he passes the room where Amber is hiding. His eagerness to be heroic provides the window of opportunity needed for her to escape. When Mike disappears in the room at the far end of the hallway, Ethan signals her.

“Now, Amber,” he shouts.

Leaving her hiding place, she makes a break for the open door, sprinting up the hallway. A split second later, Mike exits the room at the far end with his weapon drawn. Chasing after her, he fires off several shots. Bullets ricochet from the steel door, as she slams head first into Ethan’s abdomen, knocking him to the floor. Before Mike reaches the door, it closes and engages the electronic locks, trapping him on the other side.

“Oww… Ethan groans. “That – fucking hurt.”

“Are you okay,” she asks, gazing down at him.

“I should be asking you that,” he coughs.

“I’m fine,” she says, pushing herself up off him.

“Thank God,” he mumbles as she stands upright.

A sudden smell of smoke hits Amber as she helps Ethan to his feet, irritating her eyes and blurring her vision.

“C’mon,” he says, pulling her in the direction of the elevator. “we need to get out of here.”

“Are you fucking crazy,” she asks, snatching him the other way, coughing. “I can barely see.”

“You have – to trust me,” he says, tugging on her wrist, coughing as well.

“You aren’t giving me a reason to,” she says, resisting.

“Stop – being – so – damned – stubborn.”

“I’m not,” she insists, yanking her arm from his grasp.

“We’re not going to make it out of here if we go the way.”

For some strange reason or another, she stops resisting and follows Ethan into the thick cloud of smoke. With burning, watery eyes, he leads her towards the elevator before it overwhelms him. Once inside, he removes the screwdriver, allowing the doors to close. Then, he pushes the button for the exhaust fan.

“You’re – fucking crazy,” she coughs, leaning against the wall, then sinking to the floor.

“And,” he coughs, “you were worried I’d think you were crazy.”

“No one in their right mind runs towards a fire.”

“Th- there’s – no fire,” he says, bending over and placing his hands on his knees.

“There isn’t,” she inquires, looking up at him.

“It was – just a diversion,” he says, coughing.

“I should’ve known.”

Seconds pass – precious seconds – while they catch their breath. Before an awkward silence wastes more time, Ethan presses the ground floor button. Then, he leans against the wall of the elevator, wiping his watery, irritated eyes.

“We’re not out of the woods just yet,” he says.

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Chapter 8:

Struggle

So many sensations all at once, none of them pleasant, and each declared itself the biggest problem. First, there was the cold, with Daniel’s weak body struggling to make up for the debt accrued by the sea. Then, there were all of his bruises, courtesy of the savage beating he had taken the night before. There was the stab wound in his gut, bleeding just slow enough to ensure he suffered throughout the night while being tossed by the waves. There was the stinging of his eyes from the salt and sand, which he’d also swallowed to excess. But the worst pain, as it had been all along, was his body crying out for intoxication. Despite all his suffering, some part of him wouldn’t let him forget it, wouldn’t let him ignore it or focus on anything else.

He didn’t know where or when he finally washed ashore; he just remembered crying in relief with what little energy he had. But now, as the rising sun cast its light on him, he wished he had never been brought back to the land and had instead sunk peacefully into the depths, never to return.

He didn’t want to feel the warmth of the sun. He didn’t want to feel anything. He simply wanted the pain to stop. This was what his whole life had been, and it was only fitting that this was how it would end.

‘I should have died on that road. I should have died a long time ago. Of all the people to get this second chance, why did it have to be wasted on me?’

They were coming on stronger now, the cravings, and behind them, his sister’s anguished voice, grinding against his cranium like a scalper’s knife. He tried to curl himself into a ball, as if that would shield him from the sun on this day of reckoning, and retreated into himself, searching the filthy basement of his subconscious for anything that would block it all out. He thought back to all the songs he had memorized, the patterns of notes he had burned into his soul while working his fingers until they bled.

It wasn’t working. No song could give Daniel peace. He ripped them apart, grabbing for scraps of melody and piecing them together in desperation. He began to hum as his mind smoothed over the rough edges of his work. He sounded out the notes, cycling through them over and over while adding something new each time. His left hand, outstretched ahead of him, began to move. His fingertips dug into the sand while remembering the sharpness of his guitar strings.

The pain began to fade, so he kept building on it. He thought up simultaneous rhythms and started adding them on, with each note falling into place like a jewel on a ring. His right hand, without him realizing it, began to stretch out, and with strength he didn’t even know he had, he dug into the beach and began pulling him forward. His battered and exhausted legs, which felt like they would never work again, pushed him up, and his face briefly left the ground.

Again, this time on his left side, he lifted himself up long enough to move farther away from the water. He’d gasped for air and groaned in pain each time, but he continued crawling without letting his mind drift away from the song.

———-

Noah tried to resist it, tried to close his eyes and sleep a little longer. He had returned to his perch in the cathedral to enjoy the last few hours of the night. Now the sun had risen, and unfortunately, his cloister wasn’t as peaceful as he had hoped. The people inside and the city outside had woken up, and his growling stomach helped convince him to rise. He packed up his things and left the church on the hunt for sustenance. Some fried fish, hardtack, and an apple served as his breakfast.

Like him, the city rose from its slumber as the flames of ovens and forges were lit, and stalls and shops opened. Men and women, the young and old, set out on their business for the day. Noah even spotted several dwarves, and a few elves among the crowds as tourists from Vandheim and the elf kingdom to the southwest journeyed for the festival.

Today was the last day to make all the final preparations, so no one who planned to contribute wasted time. Any damage or messes resulting from the Red Revelries were cleaned up and concealed, with several belligerent adventures being arrested. Yet despite the many caught, more and more fighters were participating in the Red Revelries. It was taking all the city’s strength to keep the violence contained.

Noah’s first stop was a garment shop filled with blankets and clothes made of linen woven on a loom and hand-spun wool. The smell of the fibers and dyes muffled all other scents like white noise. After his encounter with the knights and Harajin, he needed a new outfit so that he wouldn’t be recognized, and he was open to any excuse for changing out of his sandy clothes. Several coins and even a few weapons were hidden in the linings and secret pockets, all of which he first removed.

After paying for his new clothes, he went to a nearby water fountain and washed the dirt out of his old ones. It was against the bayburt escort law to do so, but the patrolling soldiers couldn’t stop what they couldn’t see. When done, Noah climbed onto a nearby roof and laid his clothes out to dry in the sun. Then, it was on to the Knight’s Sheath. The overnight guests that had yet to vacate were nursing hangovers with the house tea, and Noah went to the counter and ordered himself a cup.

“Is Cyrilo available? I need to talk to her.”

“She doesn’t see people this early in the morning. You’ll have to wait. Say, do you have any idea where Daniel is?”

“He’s not here?”

“He went out yesterday at the end of his shift, hasn’t come back.”

“I haven’t seen him, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t take part in the Red Revelry if that is what you’re thinking.”

“You must have been busy yourself.”

“Nah, I managed to find a hayloft to sleep in. Did you get any rowdiness here last night?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle, though some furniture and glasses were broken. Bella has been in a foul mood. If she sees you, she might just drag you back to her room and never let you out.”

“I suppose I’ll make myself scarce, then.”

He finished his tea and left the brothel, setting back out with a goal in mind. He lost his bow and longsword in that pit the Harajin created, so he needed replacements. He found a shop specializing in wooden weapons and shields, though most of their inventory consisted of staffs and wands.

“This line of runes, what does it do?” he asked while examining a length of rosewood.

“It enchants the wand with a spell or an effect,” the shopkeeper replied. He took his long-stemmed pipe out of his mouth and examined the wand. “This helps speed up your mana recovery.” He picked up another, a curved piece of oak. “This one raises the range of fire spells. Wands and staffs are favored by long-range magic casters and are used as tools in magic experiments. You’ll find that runes on weapons and armor use magic to enhance the item, while runes on wands and jewelry use the item to enhance the magic. However, depending on the material, the process, and the inscription, wands can either last for years with little deterioration or burn out after a single use.”

Noah remembered the Harajin scroll from the night before. His foe’s blood activated a powerful earth spell, and the scroll immediately turned to ash. The local goldsmith said something similar when he got his ring in Clive. In the case of Noah’s pocket dimension ring, wearable items like jewelry inscribed with runes could apply continuous enhancements or spells.

Compared to organic materials like wood and bone, minerals and metals were a poor material for conducting mana, but they lasted far longer without losing their power or disintegrating. Unfortunately, enchanted items, at least the ones on the open market, didn’t work well with others of the same type. His storage ring would become significantly weaker if he wore another enchanted ring simultaneously.

“If a line of runes is broken, would there be a reaction? A burst of mana or something similar?”

“There have been instances of such a thing, but only in legend.”

“What do you have in the way of enchanted bows?”

The shopkeeper used his pipe to point up to two bows high on the wall, one being a recurve bow made of elegant wood and the other appearing carved from a ram’s horn. “The green one is elven, and the arrows it shoots are less affected by the wind during the night. The other is from Vandheim, and it shoots with greater power when aimed downward.”

Noah paid five silver coins for the elf bow and a wand to experiment with, then moved on to find a blacksmith specializing in swords. Until now, enchanted weapons and armor were difficult to find, but the markets of Colbrand were a rich treasure trove, and he managed to buy a longsword with enhanced durability. Rather than buying one from a street vendor, he specifically needed a blacksmith or, more importantly, their workshop. While the smith was busy polishing his merchandise, Noah snuck in and used some tools and an anvil to perform a quick side-task.

When he returned to the Knight’s Sheath, Lucius gave Noah the go-ahead to see Cyrilo. He climbed the familiar stairs to her room and knocked on her door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Noah.”

A pause. “Come in.”

He found her in her study, sitting atop her desk in feline form, surrounded by paper and papyrus documents.

“Do you have a minute? I hope I’m not interrupting your work.”

“An interruption, yes, but hopefully one worthwhile. What brings you before me so early in the day?”

“I was hoping you could tell me more about the Harajin, things you might have learned from your connection to Grond.”

“As you can understand, information like that isn’t cheap. My girls earn money their way; I earn money my way.”

Noah reached into his pocket and pulled out a ruby the bartın escort size of an acorn, collected from within the dungeon crab. It was rough and uncut but pure, radiant, and just one of many. “Might this interest you?” he asked as he set it down on the desk.

Cyrilo’s eyes widened, and she began swishing her tail. “Indeed it does. Indeed it does. Take a seat. Shall I pour you a drink?”

“No, thanks.” He sat down and paused, but not out of uncertainty. “Last night, I saw a Harajin use a strange spell, one that allowed him to disappear and reappear. Do you know anything about it? Anything Grond might have told you?”

Cyrilo gave a deep sigh. At least, Noah thought she did. It was hard to tell when she was in her cat form. “I am familiar with the spell. At least… I know its name. Grond is a loyal Harajin and won’t divulge secrets, even to me. ‘Bakudan’, from the Ezerian words ‘bakui’ and ‘dandora’, meaning ‘hidden from God’. The technique is only rumored to exist, as the Harajin do whatever they can to conceal their abilities. Better your enemy thinks you’re hiding one way rather than knowing you’re hiding another way.”

“Yeah, I can understand that. Anything else you can tell me?”

“I’m afraid not.” She looked down at the ruby and began batting it around lazily. “I can’t deny I want this, nor can I accept it without offering more in return. What else can I do for you?”

Noah huffed. “You said you taught the girls how to use shamanism. Any chance you could teach me? I doubt it’ll be in the curriculum of the knight academy.”

“I simply gave them a crash course to enhance their sex appeal. I’m far from being any kind of teacher for what you’re probably thinking of, but I can at least get you started. I’ll help you find your totem beast. It is an animal you share a strong connection with, even if you don’t realize it. Not everyone has one, though. The presence of a totem beast and the ability to use shamanism can happen randomly, but like all magic, affinity usually comes from the parents. In Handent and Vandheim, you’ll find clans where each individual has the same totem beast.

That cabinet over there, open it. There is a wooden basin with a vial and jar sitting within it. Place all three on my desk and go into my room to get my tea kettle. It should still have water, so pour that into the basin.” Noah set up everything as she instructed. “The liquid in the vial is known as Moon Tears, used since ancient times to see the truth within oneself, and the jar holds the mixed ashes of all the beasts that walk, fly, and swim in this world. Both are expensive, but we only need a little bit. Add a few drops of Moon Tears and blood, and some ashes.”

Noah opened the vial and poured a silvery liquid into the basin. It shined like mercury, turning the water’s surface into a mirror. Next came the ashes. The water became a deep gray, like polished obsidian, still showing Noah’s reflection with perfect clarity. A small cut on his finger provided the blood and broke the stillness as the water rippled and swirled like a puddle full of tadpoles.

“Once the water settles, look into it with a calm mind devoid of thought. If you have a totem beast, you will see it looking back at you.”

Once all was still, Noah cleared his mind and stared at his reflection for several moments. “I don’t see any kind of animal.”

“Hmmm, I’m sorry. It appears you lack the gift. I was hoping you might provide something unusual. Are you sure there is nothing different? I could easily picture you as a tiger-striped cat.”

“My reflection hasn’t changed. If I can’t use shamanism, can you test other affinities? Like elemental?”

“If you don’t know your elemental affinity by now, you probably don’t have one. For your sake, I hope you can at least use warrior or monk spells. Otherwise, you probably won’t last long in the academy.” She once more began batting around the ruby. “Between the name and that test, I still feel that this gem has yet to be earned fully. Third chance. What can I give you?”

“You’ve been in Colbrand a long time, right? Shaken a lot of hands, met plenty of powerful people? And I assume your girls get no shortage of pillow talk, much of which gets passed on to you and is overheard with those pointy ears.”

“Go on.”

“I don’t know how long I’ll be in the city, but while I’m here, I need a reliable information broker. I need someone who has multiple ears to the ground and can give me intel that even the gossipiest sewing circles don’t know. Say yes, and that gem will be a down payment.”

“Very well, but loose pillow talk aside, I can’t tell you anything that was spoken to me or my girls in confidence, understand? I have a reputation to uphold, and selling client secrets is an easy way to lose all my business or even get myself killed.”

“Of course.”

“But if I provide you with information, would you be willing to provide me with some as well?”

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“Who are you, really? And where did you come from?”

Noah let slip a bitter chuckle. “Fucking Daniel, he told you more than just my name, didn’t he?”

“He told me some things, such as how you both died in another world and appeared in this one. I was ready to write him off, as it was difficult telling apart the truth from his drunken incoherence, but I knew something was strange about you two. The things he described, a world of machines instead of magic. I can’t help but hope such a thing is real, something so strange and fascinating. I’m simply asking in order to indulge my curiosity.”

‘So this is how it feels to hear that line. Perhaps the gods are real, and they have a sense of humor.’ “The curiosity of a researcher, correct? Someone who studies and experiments with things like magic as more than simply a hobby? Your collection does suggest a love for knowledge over materialism.”

“Researcher, sage, alchemist, whatever you want to call it. Running the Knight’s Sheath helps pay for my studies, and taking a patron now and then is trivial compared to the resources it gets me.”

“So that potion you were supposed to get was research material?”

“Of sorts. Magic experimentation can be very dangerous, and not just physically. I had hoped the potion could alleviate the curse I suffer from.”

That word caught Noah’s attention. “Curses?”

“Ah, ah, my question first.”

“Very well. You’re fortunate to be asking me this now. Your cause is one I can sympathize with today. Yes, Daniel’s stories are true. We come from a world without magic, where only the human race reigns. Instead of casting spells, we have to build and use tools. People can fly from one country to another at hundreds of miles an hour in metal birds. We’ve landed men on the moon in ships propelled by fire. We have weapons that can completely erase entire cities. Everyone drives in metal carriages that aren’t pulled by animals.”

Noah revealed a small pouch and pulled out his phone, setting it on the table next to the ruby. “In my old world, this device could grant me access to the entire combined knowledge of the human race and enough free entertainment for several lifetimes. I could put it to my ear and talk to someone thousands of miles away as easily as I’m talking to you now.

It could keep track of the days and time, predict the weather, control my finances, and a hundred other things. Almost everyone in the world had one. It uses electricity to function; lightning running through metal, but its energy is all gone, so now it’s just a paperweight. I could go on. And yes, we indeed came to this world after dying in our world. I just happened to meet him in the street when I arrived the other day.”

“I may be a courtesan, but there are things even I can’t swallow. That can’t all be true. It’s impossible.”

“For me, the idea of someone turning into a cat was impossible. Monsters randomly spawning from circles out of thin air was impossible. Potions that can heal flesh and bones instantly were impossible. Would you be convinced if I told you all that technology is taken for granted? The people of my world are just as ignorant and irrational as the people of this one. Just as kind, just as cruel, same basic problems and desires.”

“Are there other worlds? Beyond my world and yours?”

Noah didn’t answer and instead looked out the window. It was getting close to noon. “Do you mind if we pick this up later?”

———-

Holmes’s relief to be confined to bedrest had worn out, as he now desperately wanted to be out of the infirmary. Moreover, he and Frigga were nursing fevers, a side effect caused by the fungus. Its growth was dormant, but it was impossible to remove it thoroughly once it had spread. Even Holmes’s arm, carved up like a turkey, still had specks of the fungus peppered across the exposed tissue. It was a miserable experience through and through, no matter how many rags or medicines the healers brought the two knights.

“Still not ready?” Frigga asked when Elyot stopped by.

“Not yet, just checking on you.”

“Can’t you just lie and tell Sir Tarnas you performed all of the tests?”

“I’m going to let that one slide and assume those words were the mumblings of delirium. He has a point about checking the potion. There is no telling what poison or curse could be mixed into the antidote. It could be something they’re immune to but would kill us. We don’t even know if it actually will cure you of the fungus.”

“You’re just stalling because you want to create your own antidote, aren’t you?” Frigga accused.

“Yes, no, whatever answer will satisfy you.”

“What in the world could have spooked Sir Tarnas like that?” Holmes asked.

“Don’t ask me. But if he is hesitant about that potion, you should be as well. You may be uncomfortable now, but weigh it against your life.”

“I’m willing to take the risk. Can’t your stupid alchemy work any faster?”

“It used to take weeks to perform. You should count yourselves lucky that you only have to wait a day rather than ridiculing the magic I’m using to save you. I strongly suggest you not insult my work.”

“Bastard…”

“Complaining is the only thing that truly blocks the pain,” Frigga groaned.

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March 14th

Ugh. I’m exhausted. Those tests took forever. Three whole days of inane crap. What color is this, which president was that, what year did this happen, what does this ink blot look like, what smell is this, AARGH!!! I just want to sleep!! They didn’t let me write while I was in Testing, and it’s how I relieve stress. I want to sleep, but I’m so wound up that I know I won’t be able to. At least it’s over. I find out in a few days if I’m going to be transported, or if I failed my Testing battery and my buyer will have to pick another girl. Cat. Chimaera. Whatever. I don’t care. Ugh. At least they fed me well. Mmm. I can still smell the grilled fish on my fur.

I had someone I didn’t recognize come in yesterday during the testing. He was wearing a military uniform and too much cologne. Odd how humans never seem to remember that we can smell things a lot better than they can. Older guy, very polite… well, except when he was talking to the technician. He kept asking questions like I wasn’t in the room, despite the fact I was only three feet from him. The question that surprised me the most was that he kept asking if I was dangerous.

“Is she safe to be alone artvin escort around?”

That’s what he said.

He asked that a lot. Even I got annoyed, and I wasn’t even the one he was asking. I guess the technicians eventually got tired of him bothering them, so they left him alone with me. To prove a point, I guess. Well, he took advantage of that. Not of me, mind you. He was very well mannered. Sat there, looked me in the eyes, talked to me like a person. I was pleased. I could tell his eyes wanted to drift downwards, and look at my body. I was wearing a pretty shapeless smock, but I like to think I have an attractive body. I was very pleased that he didn’t look, didn’t treat me like a pair of talking boobs. From what I hear not a lot of men can discipline themselves like that. Every time his eyes drifted, he snapped them back to my face.

I liked him. I had to breathe through my mouth to keep from purring when he said I was beautiful. He introduced himself as Colonel something-or-other. It was a long name, and it sounded eastern European. I couldn’t have pronounced it if I had tried to. Not that it matters much. aydın escort Most chimaera identify people by scent, not name. So, I’ll probably remember him as Colonel Too-Much-Cologne. I couldn’t introduce myself. I don’t have a name yet.

He had a lot of questions, and they were good questions. Not abstract or repetitive. Very straightforward, very businesslike. I thought about having fun with him a bit, teasing and such, but he seemed too concerned about his job and his… well, interrogation, I guess, to have much fun. Plus, I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea or a bad impression. Most humans tend to think we’re shyly flirting with them when we make conversation, and he had on a wedding ring. Plus he was in his fifties, probably. Way too old. I’m only twenty one. So, yeah. Not happening.

It gets irritating talking to humans sometimes. Technicians and Engineers are used to it, but most chimaera give off signs similar to ones that shy human women use when they’re flirting. Technicians and Engineers know it’s just who we are. Other humans don’t get it. We look around a lot, and when we make eye contact, we have to concentrate balıkesir escort on it. Our senses are still animalistic in a lot of ways, and we like to know what’s going on around us. So maintaining eye contact is something we have to put a lot of focus into and it has a tendency to make things kind of intense. Hence, humans thinking we’re flirting. It doesn’t help that they can’t smell our pheromones. Chimaera know each other’s moods fairly easily, cause almost every mammal gives off pheromones, be they natural born or chimaera. That includes humans.

Pheromones are produced by your body. They’re usually subtle scents in the air, created by reactions to stress, arousal, pain, fear, anger. Pretty much your whole array of emotions give off pheromones of one type or another. We can smell it fairly easily, if the wind is right. Chimaera can learn to dampen those reactions, but it’s very hard. It’s a natural reaction, like laughing at a joke, or frowning at an insult. Some humans can sense our pheromones, but it doesn’t really seem to be a conscious thing. The emotions have to be pretty strong for that to happen, though. Usually they figure it out before then anyway, just from looking at us. Our facial reactions are still partially human after all.

Ugh. I’m exhausted. I really need a bath. Well, that might help relax me too. Drying my fur always sucks, though. Takes for-freaking-ever. Ok, I’m gonna go get cleaned up before I go to sleep. Or try to sleep. We’ll see what happens tomorrow. Good night.

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The Festival

After a long travel the group had finally reached Um-Barrad.

This was the first dwarven city Zalen had ever visited and it certainly looked quite different from the previous cities he had come through. Every building looked like it had already been there for centuries, both in good and in bad.

The city was apparently also the biggest center of Dumanna worship and the place that held an annual festival for her honor.

The streets definitely confirmed that. Most dwarves passing by were wearing quite revealing clothing and most of it was quite colorful, especially by dwarven standards.

Few people seemed to mind the newcomers though. Zalen and the women drew a few curious looks and some more flirty ones but most dwarves just ignored their presence altogether.

The group had finally reached a small plaza.

In the middle of it stood two dwarf priestesses, both wearing robes that were nearly see-through. They were carrying baskets and handing out little pots to the scantily dressed crowd.

“Scented lube,” Sumi whispered to Zalen.

One of the pair had finally noticed the group and turned towards them with a radiant smile.

“Welcome to the Festival of Pleasure! We don’t often see humans here. Are you here to watch or to participate?”

“Today and tomorrow there’s all kinds of erotic events during the day. And after sunset there will be a whole lot of spontaneous passion everywhere!”

Zalen took a deep breath before raising his voice:

“Actually we are here to challenge the Church of Love and Pleasure to a competition!”

“What? Who…”

“We are here in behalf of the goddess Vivariel, The Veiled Rose, finally freed from her centuries long captivity.”

“What kind of a competition?”

“That is something you get to decide. You choose the event and the rules and everyone at the festival will be the audience.”

“And the prize would be – what?”

“If we win, you won’t stand in the way if someone wants to convert to follow Vivariel. If you win, we will publicly pronounce Dumanna’s superiority.”

The two priestesses looked at each other. “Umm..”

“Deal!”

The voice had come from a third dwarf now gliding towards them. She had quite the curves and an even more revealing dress than the other priestesses.

“And welcome on my behalf as well. I’m Umaru, the high priestess of Dumanna.”

Zalen tried to keep his eyes on hers despite the enticing display below. “Oh, feel free to look,” she laughed. “They’re there for the glory of Dumanna after all!”

“And quite spectacular,” Zalen added, earning a smile from the high priestess.

“I had heard that Vivariel had been freed but I didn’t expect to see her followers here this soon. And I certainly didn’t expect to see a man.”

“The Veils now welcome anyone who believes in mutual pleasure. I am one of Vivariel’s Heart Veils, the other one has travelled west on a similar journey.”

Umaru nodded. “Very well then. In three bells we will have the competition you requested at the plaza to the north. You will compete for Vivariel’s glory and I will do the same for Dumanna. There will be three events. Is that acceptable for you?”

“Perfectly.”

“We will see you at the plaza then.”

As the three priestesses hurried away to make the necessary preparations he suddenly felt a familiar presence in his mind.

“You and Dumanna certainly share the same taste in women,” Vivariel’s voice murmured in his mind, sounding highly amused.

“I like curves,’ Zalen admitted in his mind. “So is there anything I should know before this competition begins? I haven’t exactly had much experience with dwarves so far.”

“I have to stay away during the actual contest but I can at least give you a few hints now.

First of all: their skin is not as sensitive as humans have. So if you use your tongue you need to be a lot more forceful with it.

Second: If they have an orgasm they will always need a small break. Continuing after that would be painful for the dwarf. But she will let you know when she’s recovered, often very enthusiastically.

Third: even if they have short legs, their pussies are still normal size. They’re actually stretchier down there than humans! So you don’t have to worry about being too big for them. They’re also -” Vivariel suddenly giggled inside his mind. “Actually I’ll let you find that part out yourself!”

For the next two bells there was quite a bit of activity in the city. There were dwarves running around telling everyone about the big competition that was going to take place, priestesses carrying stuff to and from the plaza, festival-goers chatting animatedly whether to participate or not. Whatever the actual events were, they were looking for plenty of volunteers for them.

Zalen’s group had already reserved good seats and were just waiting for the contest to begin leaving Zalen to wait by the stage. As the time of the contest was getting closer Umaru showed up as well to kırklareli escort the cheers of the audience.

There was quite a bit of excitement in the air.

“It’s now time for the first event, a sexual contest between two goddesses of sex!”

The announcer’s voice brought cheers from the audience as he turned towards Zalen. He was speaking in Northern Dwarf that Zalen mostly understood, even if his pronunciation would have been somewhere between bad and horrible.

There was another announcer who now repeated the same in Southern Dwarf but even though a lot of the words were the same Zalen couldn’t understand any of it.

“On this side, competing for the newly released goddess, the Rose of Desire, the Veiled Rose, Vivariel, is Zalen, the mage from beyond the seas!”

Another wave of cheers from the crowd. Few of them probably expected him to win, but they’d definitely be curious to see a human on the stage and that was more than enough at this point.

“And on this side is Dumanna’s very own Priestess of Pleasure, Umaru.”

This time the cheers and hoots were a lot louder, especially with the priestess taking a few suggestive poses for the crowd.

“And here are is our group of eager volunteers!”

There were a lot more cheers and a few whistles from the audience as the announcer paused to point at the dwarves walking to the stage. The women had lined up on Zalen’s side, the men on Umaru’s side.

“Each contestant is only allowed to use their hands and mouths. Every time you reach the motherload, you raise your hand. When the sand in the hourglass ends, we count how many points the contestants received. Are the contestants ready?”

“Ready.”

“Ready,” Zalen replied in Common, knowing most dwarves also spoke that language.

“Go!”

Zalen ran to kneel in front of the first lady dwarf who was wearing only a rope mesh skirt and a cute smile. She quickly spread her thighs.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” Zalen mumbled before diving in with his tongue. Keeping Vivariel’s advice in mind he began lapping at her with a firm tongue.

“Mmm, first time I’ve had a human tongue in there,” she noted.

It was a first for him as well. He had met a few dwarves over the years, but all of them had been male. And clothed.

Compared to human women their pubic hair seemed to naturally stop a little above their clit. Everything below that was hairless and had a slight, oily sheen. As for the taste – well, Zalen couldn’t really think of anything to compare it to.

As he was moving his hands closer to wrap around the dwarf’s thighs his fingers brushed against the next dwarf’s knee.

Ah, the next dwarf lady was sitting that close, probably eager to see Zalen’s performance. Hmm, what if…

Bringing his left hand below his face he began sliding a few fingers inside the dwarf in front of him – and his right hand slipped around the next dwarf’s thigh, then slid forward alongside it.

“Two at once? Aren’t you the eager miner,” the more busty lady chuckled in Dwarven. “But come on in!”

As he began to push both of his fingers inside the two dwarven women, he was surprised to find just how warm their insides felt. A lot warmer than any woman. It was like he’d pushed his hand inside heated jello.

His surprise probably showed on his face as the first dwarf suddenly smiled. “It’s warm deep inside the earth. We’re the same.”

“Both hot,” Zalen replied before resuming his oral assault, earning a another smile from the first dwarf.

Hmm, just how stretchy were they then?

He had slid two fingers inside the duo and was wiggling them within their enticing cunts. A third finger? Slid inside with ease. Fourth? Brought an audible moan from the second dwarf. Maybe then…

Placing his thumb in the middle of the palm he began sliding his right hand deeper inside the second dwarf. A stronger moan from her but he did get quite the way in. Wiggling his hand a little more he pushed down, stretching her entrance a little more – and suddenly his hand slipped a little deeper. Pulling his fingers into a fist he pushed a little more.

“Aah, by the caves and mountains! You have your whole fist inside me! Feels… amazing!”

The first dwarf gave a little jump, but then spread her thighs a little wider, as if inviting Zalen to do the same for her.

And that’s exactly what he had been planning to do.

“Ummaa… soo good… I think I might want to convert…” she moaned.

The announcers was apparently describing Umaru’s performance on the other side but they were again using Southern Dwarven and Zalen couldn’t make out more than a few words here and there. Not that it mattered as he had two beautiful dwarves to pleasure. Two moaning, beautiful dwarves.

“Aah… aah… more… aah…”

“Mmaahh… oh gods… UMMaah… AAHH…”

The combination of his tongue and the fist now wiggling inside her finally brought the first dwarven afyon escort lady to an orgasm. Her cunt suddenly gushed, then contracted against his fist.

“And Zalen now also gains his first point!”

As the dwarven beauty’s orgasm subsided Zalen was finally able to withdraw his hand. Giving the pussy in front of him one last kiss he raised his head – and began pumping his right hand straight in and out of the busty dwarf. “AAH, AAH, AAH, AAAHHH!”

With her hands grabbing the arm ending inside her she came hard as well.

“And another point for Zalen! He takes the lead!”

As the second dwarf released his arm he gave her a wink and moved forward, this time stopping directly between the next two dwarves. The left one had a copperish tinge in her hair and was relatively curvy for a dwarf. She had on a dress that was long on one side and covered next to nothing on the other.

The other dwarf had a slightly darker skin and was thinner and was wearing a very short leather skirt.

“Hi! Do you cum here often?”

Both ladies clearly understood Common as Zalen’s question earned a chuckle from both of them. They spread their thighs almost in unison.

As he again began pumping his fingers inside the dwarves, he took a quick peek at the other side to see how his opponent was doing. She was still on her second seat,her head bouncing on the dwarven cock in front of her. And by the look of it he was about to blow at any moment.

Zalen turned to nibble at the breasts on his right. At the same time his hands had worked their way fully inside the two dwarves, allowing him to begin slowly moving his hands.

The more curvy dwarf bit her lip and leaned back, grabbing the insides of her thighs.

“Ooh… fill that cave… fill it hard!”

Zalen was more than happy to oblige and began fisting the horny dwarfette in earnest.

The other lady’s eyes were alternating between Zalen’s face and the naughty action taking place right next to her. She was biting her lips and kept making a hissing sound as Zalen’s fist wiggled inside her.

Meanwhile the other lady was getting closer my the moment.

“Ooh… ooh… OOh… OOhh… Oo-ooohh… Oo-OOhhh… OOOhhh…”

With Zalen’s left hand busy pumping the curvy dwarf, he was also beginning to up the tempo with the darker-skinned one.

The left dwarf’s legs shot out straight as she finally came. And came hard.

As the still moaning dwarf’s insides stopped spasming, Zalen quickly slipped his hand back out. He was first about to do the same with his other hand so he could switch hands and move to the right to pleasure the next dwarven damsel but the darker-skinned beauty had grabbed a hold of his right wrist, clearly enjoying the fisting too much to allow for a pause.

Well, maybe there was another way.

“Hey! The cute one with the curls!”

The next dwarf in line who indeed had curly hair turned to look at Zalen who quickly beckoned her closer.

She shrugged and climbed up.

“Get on top of her,” Zalen instructed, pushing the dark-skinned dwarf on her back with his left hand.

The curly dwarf grinned then lowered herself on all fours on top of the other dwarfette.

“Nice to meet you,” the dwarf on top said with a sultry tone as her breasts were now hanging just above the lower dwarf. “Aahh.. and definitely youu…” she continued in Common as Zalen’s tongue began devouring her crotch.

With his left hand busy pumping the lower beauty and his tongue now eagerly lapping at the other one’s cunt lips and clit, his right hand was still free. He pushed his thumb inside the curly dwarfette’s pussy, drawing a sound that was half moan and half purr. He wouldn’t be able to use his whole fist without pulling his mouth away but she tasted way too good for that.

After getting his thumb nice and wet he pulled it out – and began rubbing her other hole with it.

“OoOOoohh,” she moaned in reply. “I haven’t had anyone there for some tiiime…”

Taking that as a permission he began pushing his thumb in. The reply was another long moan and she began wiggling her hips, as if to help his finger deeper.

As he finally got all the way in he began moving his hand in tandem with his other hand.

The darker skinned lady below was already getting quite close. Her wild moans were clearly having an effect on the dwarf on top of her, especially as their movements were causing their breasts to rub together.

With his fist, tongue and thumb pleasuring the two it was now just a question which one would cum first.

The curly beauty answered his question with a sudden shout. “Oh fuuuuck!”

Her body spasmed, nearly knocking Zalen down. Her forceful orgasm seemed to send the dwarf underneath her over the edge as well. Her pussy suddenly gushed around Zalen’s fist, causing a spurt that wet half his lower arm in her very warm juices.

“…aand time! Looks like Zalen just managed to score two amasya escort more points! Contestants, step back!”

“Nooo…”

The second voice had come from the dwarf woman who would have been next in line.

“There’s always the next event,” Zalen replied, giving her a wink as he extracted his fist and thumb and stepped away from the still moaning duo.

“And the winner of the first event is Zalen with a one point lead!”

There were a few cheers and Zalen noted a few dwarven ladies in the crowd eyeing him more meaningfully.

“Without delay we are moving on to the second event! Contestants, could you move to your places over there?”

There were two seats waiting in the indicated direction. Umaru took one, leaning back on it and spreading her legs over the wide armrests. She had already hiked up her skirt, now revealing her bare pussy for half the audience.

Zalen was led to the other seat, stripping down right before. There was a smaller seat next to him with a bit younger looking dwarf waiting with a bucket of some clear liquid. She was clearly an adult as underage dwarves weren’t allowed at the festival, but Zalen had to admit he would have been awful at guessing dwarven ages anyway.

The cheerful dwarfette dipped her hand in the bucket and then leaned over to spread the slippery liquid over his erect cock.

“Just helping to make sure everything goes smoothly!”

Two lines had again formed, the dwarf women lined up towards Zalen and the men towards Umaru.

“The drums will lead the pace,” the announcer bellowed, pointing towards the dwarves manning some drums on a stone platform. “The march drum sets the pace. After fifty you will the hear the mine drum and that’s the signal for the next in line to step in. Let’s see which contestant can last longer!”

The dwarf standing in front of the large vertical drum swung. THUuummmm. The sound could be felt as much as heard as it made the ground underneath them reverberate.

Zalen’s focus was already on the first dwarf woman to step in front of of him. It was the same lady who would have been next in the first event. “Oo, that’s a mighty warhammer! Maybe I was lucky after all!”

The younger dwarfette was still holding on to the base of his cock as the other woman whirled around, pointing her curvy butt towards Zalen. The younger dwarf angled his cock so it was right by the entrance to the other dwarf’s cunt.

The smaller drums began their beat and the curvy dwarf began matching it, her sexy butt bobbing down on every stroke. The younger dwarf had released his cock as it had slipped in and was now just tapping along with the beat, watching the other lady ride his cock.

“Mountains’ might, I haven’t had one like this since I accidentally backed down on a statue!”

Well, it was certainly a new experience for Zalen. If a dwarven pussy had felt really warm around his hands, it definitely felt even more so when wrapped around his cock.

It was a first time he’d had a dwarf woman riding him and definitely the first time he’d had sex in front of a cheering audience!

But the curvy dwarven butt bouncing on his cock was certainly a nice sight!

The curvy dwarf kept riding him along the beat, mumbling something with every other beat. “Mmm… Yes… So… Big… Fuck… Yes…”

Suddenly her words were interrupted by another thuuummmm from the mine drum.

“Damn!”

Still, the dwarf lady stood up, walking aside as she gave Zalen one more rueful glance.

The younger dwarfette had again dipped her hands in the slippery liquid and slathered it on his cock before holding it up for the next lady.

The next dwarf looked quite a bit older than the previous participant. Her hair had quite a bit of gray in it but you wouldn’t have guessed it just looking at her body which still looked damn hot! She was wearing a blue dress which she hiked up as she stepped in front of him.

“I’ve always wanted to try a human cock! Let’s see if you can handle this old lady.”

With the other drums picking up the beat again so did the older lady.

“Gold and gemstones! I really… should have… tried this… decades ago!”

Grey hair or not, she was still riding him with no less passion. She didn’t feel us as warm around his cock as the previous lady had felt but she still felt just as great otherwise.

“Go granny!”

Zalen turned to look at the younger dwarf who continued in Common.

“Yeah, she’s my grandmother. My mom is also here,” she explained, grinning at Zalen’s surprised expression. “First year I’m old enough to take part too!”

“Aah… the better she learns to handle a cock… the easier she can pick a husband… Aah what a cock!”

Thuuummmmm!

“Damn!”

The gray-haired lady slid off his cock, giving him a wink over her shoulder. “Thanks for the ride!”

As her granddaughter again applied the lube on his erect pole another dwarf stepped up.

She looked middle-aged but was a lot shorter than the previous dwarves. She turned halfway around but stopped then with a frown.

“I can’t reach you like this… Okay, lean back!”

As Zalen did just that the dwarf lady hopped on the wide seat, facing him and placing her feet on each side of Zalen. Then she squatted down, finding the correct spot just as the smaller drums resumed their beat.

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Welcome to Part 4, the penultimate instalment of this five part story of the adventures of Ginny, a girl with an unusual psychic ability and her even more amazing girlfriend, Freja. This part immediately follows on from Part 2 so to make sense, you really need to read Parts 1, 2 and 3 first – Part 1 can be found at:

http://www..com/s/the-girl-who-wasnt-there-ch-01

I remain indebted to my brilliant editor ArilynWriter for her hard work, encouragement and polishing of these stories: many thanks Arilyn.

Feedback is always appreciated and any comments and constructive criticism are always informative and encouraging.

This chapter is shorter than the previous one as the story moves towards its conclusion. I hope you enjoy it…

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It has been a busy fortnight, so no late night writing. At lunchtime two weeks ago Freja overheard someone in town asking about two girls on a motorbike who might be looking for casual work. That was enough and that evening we were back on the road. We headed south-west, which we knew was somewhat risky as that was heading back towards the University but we gave it, and the nearby towns, a wide birth.

We did get to visit Stonehenge though, which pleased Freja. She was disappointed that we couldn’t walk amongst the stones, something that my Dad told me people were allowed to do when he visited the monument as a boy. We arrived early, so it was quiet with few other visitors. It is an amazing place, primitive and otherworldly at the same time.

And now we’re in a small bed and breakfast in a little Wiltshire village that, by chance, is run by two gay men who automatically offered us a double room. Unfortunately, it’s quite expensive so unless we can find some work we won’t be here for long.

I was too tired last night, but tonight I’m restless to continue our tale once more. There is no break this time, no intervening years or weeks or days, but on to the next day, Sunday, that was also Halloween, or Samhain as Freja calls it. (Actually, she calls it ‘Sawin’, which is how it’s pronounced, apparently – that’s Gaelic for you!).

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CHAPTER 4 – “The Mouse that Roared”

We wake spooned together again, but this morning I’m curled around Freja, her naked skin warm and soft against mine. I can hear her breathing soft and slow as she sleeps. I realize that this bed has changed from ‘my bed’ to ‘our bed’ and the thought gives me a warm, happy feeling inside.

She shifts, taking a deeper breath and my hand brushes her nipple gently. She gives a little “mmmm” sound and wiggles her bum against me. I don’t know if this is deliberate or if she’s even properly awake but I feel the tingle of arousal. I run my fingertips along the underside of her breast and realize that some of the sexual excitement I’m feeling is hers. I lean my head in and gently run my tongue over her earlobe before softly sucking it.

“Mmmm,” she sighs, “’tis a bonny way tae be woken up. Everyone should have a horny girlfriend as an alarm clock!”

I give her ear a little nip as she slides her hand across my thigh. She turns to face me and our lips meet. Our ESM, our Extra-Sensory Manipulation, which allows us to project our feelings and emotions so that another experiences them as we do, now works instinctively meaning that every touch and caress and feeling gets shared, doubling our arousal and excitement. Our mouths meld together, tongues exploring and intertwining but I know where I want to put my tongue, know that I want to taste Freja. I remember the sensation of licking and being licked, a tongue slipping between wet, swollen labia, the taste…

“What do ye want, my love?” Freja asks. “Ye’re thinkin’ o’ summat that’s turning me on like crazy – what is it?”

“I want to lick you, taste you, and eat that cute pussy of yours!” I reply.

“Oh, darling!” she gasps and lays back. I sit up and the covers slip off, the cold air of the room giving us goose-bumps. However, we’re both too turned on to care and our passion keeps us warm. I straddle her legs and kiss her lips, then move down. I kiss her neck and shoulders then the tops of her beautiful full breasts. My tongue traces her aureoles and flicks across her nipples, making her shudder as I feel the echo of her sensations in my own breasts.

I run my tongue along the soft crease below each breast, savouring the slightly salty taste of her skin and glance up to see her licking her lips as I share the feeling. Downwards; I cannot stop tasting Freja’s skin and my tongue leave a snail-trail line down her stomach till I reach her belly button, that cute, sexy dimple I had first glanced on Friday as she took her hoodie off. Two days ago? So much has happened…

I run my tongue around her belly button the poke it in, wriggling it. The weird, but pleasurable sensations she shares with me mean I continue doing this. By the feel of it, her ardahan escort belly button seems to be hotwired to her pussy. Oh wow…

Her moans and gasps increase as her first orgasm sweeps through her and I share her pleasure. As it subsides I finally manage to remember where I’m headed. My lips trail quick little kisses down her abdomen and onto her mound. The short, fine hair is damp with her wetness and I get my first subtle taste: it is all I had hoped it would be.

Cunnilingus has always been a favourite form of lovemaking, but the thought of my tongue entering the most intimate places of this beautiful, wonderful girl turns my insides to jelly. My tongue runs through her short hair till it brushes the top of her inner labia. At the touch Freja spreads her legs wide, opening and offering herself to me.

My head lowers and my tongue slips between her deliciously wet lips and I taste her fully. The taste of her, the way my tongue is engulfed by her womanhood, that I am doing this to the girl I adore, her low moan of pleasure, and the electric thrill of my lick that she shares with me through our gifts all collide and to my amazement I am cumming hard. I drive my tongue deep into her and my top lip presses her stiff little clit and with that the feedback loop of orgasm triggering orgasm starts as it did yesterday. This time, however, I have the delicious added pleasure as I feel her juices flood into my mouth, lifting my ecstasy to new heights.

My world becomes one of pure pleasure, my body singing in orgasmic bliss. And my beautiful one is part of that too, her own melody of sexual release playing alongside mine. Crescendo is reached, our cries echoing off the walls before leaving us entwined and panting in the ringing silence that follows.

I flop onto my back and gasp a ‘Thank you’ to Freja, the world, and any listening deities, that such wonderful lovemaking, such pleasure exists and that I have shared it with this girl. Freja moves, crawling around till her face appears upside down above mine. She kisses me deeply then runs her tongue over my cheeks and chin, cleaning her cum that has spattered my face.

She smiles at me. “Mmmm, ye seemed to like the taste of me so much I just wanted to try it fae mysel’. It’s no bad, but…” She continues to crawl moving down my body. In my post climactic, brain-addled state I do not realize what she’s up to until she licks the full length of my slit, button to perineum. It is too much and the sensation is so intense as to be painful.

“Nooo!” I gasp as my hips buck. I cannot help passing this pain onto Freja and she pulls back immediately.

“Och, I’m so sorry my darling! Sorry, sorry, sorry.” I raise my arms to her and we cuddle as the feelings pass.

“Sorry, Freja. I know you wanted to eat me, but I’d just cum so hard and the feelings were all just too much. It was amazing though – and fuck do you taste good!”

“Thank ye – I like the taste of ye better, though. Next time ye’re first on the menu!”

“Deal!” I say as we snuggle together. The air and our skins are heavy with the scent of our lovemaking and as we start to feel the chill we once again go hand-in-hand to shower together.

– – – – – –

We sit together in the canteen having a very late breakfast. As Freja cuts a piece of black pudding and pops it into her mouth it occurs to me that our sharing by ESM is now almost constant and instinctive. I don’t like black pudding (it’s made with blood for goodness sake!) but the enjoyment I’m getting from Freja as she chews happily makes me want to take a bite! It’s a bit weird, but I wouldn’t lose a moment of this link we have, any more than she would.

As we come to the end of breakfast I can sense there’s something she feels awkward about but I don’t push it. Eventually the small talk ends and she gets serious.

“Ginny, ye know what today is?”

“Sure – Halloween.”

“Aye, but in Wicca its Samhain: the last and most important festival of the Wiccan year. It’s the day to remember those who have died. I… I want tae remember Mam. Somewhere outside, with nature around, ye ken?”

I hold her hand. “Of course we can. There’s the heathlands south of the city, we can take the bike and go there. When do you want to go my love?”

“Can we go and maybe watch the sunset? That feels right.”

“Okay, our little coven of two will celebrate Samhain. I need to get a bit of work done for a couple of hours then we’ll go to the heath and perhaps eat in town on the way back?”

She hugs me and we head back to our room, me to marking some essays that I really need to return to students and Freja curled up on the bed reading my dog-eared copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone that she found on the bookshelf.

Later that afternoon we head out on the bike up to the heathland. The weather has stayed clear and cold and the heath is all browns, oranges adıyaman escort and dark golds as we ride up to Grey Twins Tor, an Iron Age monolith near the centre of the heath. We park up and I lead her the last half mile on foot from the road to the Tor.

“Och, Ginny, what a perfect location. Thank you,” she says as she sees the stones. We sit on the fallen one of the three stones looking westwards between the other two stones, the Twins, that are leaning, but still upright.

“Do we have to do anything?” I ask.

“Enjoy it: the sky, the heath, the setting sun, and being here, and thank the Goddess and the God for it all. And I shall remember Mam and thank the God and Goddess for her life and the life she gave me.”

It is beautiful and peaceful and it is easy to feel close to the divine, Freja’s Goddess and God. I find myself remembering Mum, and for the first time, more in gratitude for what she’d done than with anger at her leaving me all those years ago. There is sadness still; sadness that I hadn’t had the chance to get to know her as I grew up. I wish her well, whatever comes after, wherever she is now.

As the sun became a burning, brilliant line through the rising mist on the horizon our hands meet and clasp. The sun disappears and Freja turns to me, saying quietly, “Blessings of the new year, Ginny love.”

I slip my arm around her, “and a happy new year to you too Freja Mouse, my darling girl. Thank you, this has been lovely; I feel… very at peace, and very deeply in love.” I can feel her becoming chilled as the air cools quickly. I kiss her. “Come on, we passed a pub on the edge of the heath that does food and we’re both staving. Let’s go and have our Samhain feast.”

– – – – – –

When I wake the next morning it is from that same deep and peaceful sleep that I enjoyed the last two nights. This happiness is short lived as I glance at the clock: 8:26. “Shit!” I gasp.

“Wassup?” mumbles Freja groggily.

“I’m late!” I explain.” I’ve a meeting with Tanya at nine o’clock!”

Freja shimmies out of the bed and grabs my hand. “Come on, love, shower quickly!”

“Pity, I like showers with you,” I complain.

“I did nay say shower on your own! Just quickly together!” she laughs.

It was a quick shower and only twice as long as if I’d been on my own. However, we are out of the door at ten to nine, me to head for my meeting and Freja to go and find breakfast. Fortunately, the canteen is en route to Tanya’s office though, as agreed, we won’t hold hands or hug on the way. I also have to find some way to confess our relationship to Tanya in a way that doesn’t trigger a several megaton explosion!

Halfway to the canteen I hear my name called. As we stop and turn, a group of students jostle past and Freja instinctively draws against me. Just then I see Wanda heading towards us and I feel Freja relax. Wanda stops short of us, studying us intently and with a look of intrigue on her face.

“Ginny girl, what you gone and done?” she asks. By the sounds of things she’s spent some time with her West Indian relatives as her accent is always more pronounced afterwards.

“Sorry?” I ask while I remember how, even without ESP, she has a ton of empathy backed up by a very sharp mind. My stomach is full of butterfly nervousness.

“Ginny, I may not have any ESP or psychic fireworks in my head, but I got eyes! I left a little terrified girl with you on Friday an’ today… I’ve seen newlyweds less obviously in love! Damn, girl, what were you thinking? Tanya…”

“I know, I know. She’s going to go ape shit isn’t she?” I say despairingly.

“Wanda, it wasna just Ginny. It was as much me, ye ken? I love her so much.” Freya puts her arms around me. “And I can do what she can do too; her witchy ESM thing!” she adds proudly.

Wanda looks at me and I nod. “It’s true. She’s getting very good at it too; with me, anyway.” I feel both my own and Freja’s cheeks burning. Wanda shakes her head.

“I really don’t want to know!” replies Wanda, an all-too-knowing smile on her face. “Okay, Ginny, DON’T say anything about you and Freja falling in love, whatever you do. Let’s tell her what the lovely Freja can do and, well, we’ll see what happens. Okay?” Freja and I nod.

“Is… is Doctor Tanya no as perceptive as ye, Wanda? Will she nay notice?” Wanda and I both smile.

“She’s a bit better than she used to be,” I tell her, “but I’ll be careful. Anyway, as Wanda says, when she hears about your vanishing ability and the ESM, she’ll be too excited to notice.”

The three of us head off together, leaving Freja at the canteen as we pass. We don’t kiss, but as I turn away I feel her projected feeling of her lips against mine. I smile and send the same back realizing she’s getting very good at ESM.

Wanda knocks on Tanya’s door and we enter. I make a beeline for the coffee machine wishing there’d been karabük escort time for breakfast, though perhaps given how nervous I feel missing breakfast might be just as well. I prepare three cups and pass them around, adding extra sugar to mine as I feel I need the energy boost.

As soon as I sit Tanya begins. “I received your email, Ginny, and your notes, Wanda, about this new subject Ms Freja Mause. If what you both say is true then we’ve found someone with an amazing psychic ability. Can you both go over your experiences for me?”

Wanda starts, quickly relating how she went to Scotland following information from Jake Green, he of my first and infamous interview, who is now part of Edinburgh University Parapsychology Department. He had, somehow, heard of Freja, but was unable to interview her and so he tipped off Wanda.

Wanda now outlines the nervous, almost terrified girl she encountered once there and the minor miracle she’d had to perform just to persuade her to talk. On two occasions Freja had ‘vanished’ and Wanda had found herself walking out of her house wondering what she was supposed to be doing.

Curiously, it was the suggestion that she could come to here to Wessex Uni that had caught Freja’s interest. Tanya, correctly I believe, suggests that she saw it as a way to escape.

“I have to say, though, Ginny has done brilliantly with Freja and has really made a connection with her,” Wanda says in conclusion. I bite my lip to supress a giggle but I have to applaud Wanda’s brilliant comment; at a stroke she’s helped explain to Tanya how Freja and I will appear together.

Tanya now asks me to detail what I have learned and I run through my interview and some highly edited events of the weekend (all the really good bits, the love and the love-making, were definitely out!). I explain that I think her ability to disappear seems to be her making others lose interest in her. I finish with, “Apart from the vanishing, which is both real and amazing, Freja also seems to possess ESM too or, rather, has found she has it.” Tanya is surprised and Wanda, bless her, pretends to be.

“How did she find out?” Tanya asks.

“She tried to do it, off her own bat. I had suggested that her ability might be related to my ESM so she… she just went for it! She thought it hadn’t worked at first, but I had been feeling, well, strange. We’ve been practising since and she’s got good, fast!”

“And can you also vanish?” asks Tanya with a wry smile on her face.

“Um, I’ve not actually tried…” I reply nervously, looking down and feeling that I’ve cocked up.

“Chill, girl,” says Wanda, “you’ve only had two days. Doctor Tanya is winding you up!”

I look at Tanya and she’s smiling, “Of course I’m teasing you, but it’s something else to investigate. Now, I’d like to meet Ms Mause. Would it be better if either of you were there, given how nervous she might be?”

Wanda and I glance at each other. “We’ll talk to her and see what she wants,” says Wanda.

Ten minutes later I’m sat in the canteen with my Mouse, Wanda, and (blessedly and at last!) a bacon roll. We talk and Freja agrees to be interviewed by Tanya on her own, but on condition that I am outside in case it becomes too much. “I think it may be easier tae do my vanishing if I’m a bit nervous and I’ll nay be nervous if ye’re with me Ginny,” she says.

So we meet Tanya at her office and the three of us head to the interview room. As we part I nearly kiss her without thinking but manage to cover it as just a hand on her shoulder and leaning forward to say, “Don’t forget about the green button if you need to get out!”

“Aye, I’ll remember,” she replies as we move apart.

I spend the next hour sat on the unspeakably uncomfortable chairs that seem the standard in institutional corridors everywhere. I think I doze because the thunk of the magnetic door lock startles me and I am slightly disorientated. I leap to my feet and Freja bounces through the door and into my arms and we kiss automatically.

“Is there anything else I should know that you left out of your briefing, Ginny?” Tanya’s voice turns me cold.

“Oh shit,” I whisper and I feel Freja tremble.

Tanya holds the door open and gestures back into the interview room. “Shall we?” she asks.

Freja and I share the armchair she first sat in. It’s quite large, but she still has to sit half on my lap; I guess at this stage our cuddling won’t matter. We wait for Tanya to speak.

“Ginny, what are we going to do with you?” she sighs. “Okay, Ms Mause’s abilities are astounding; her disappearing unprecedented and her ESM nearly as good as yours, Ginny. And I agree with you, I think both abilities are linked and that you might also be able to do both… Oh, damn it, Ginny, what is it with you and sex?”

I’m trying to think of a reply when, to my astonishment I hear, “That’s nay it!” Mouse almost shouts. “We fell in love, Doctor,” she continues, more quietly, “almost the moment we met. I dinna ken if ye can understand or believe that, but ’tis the truth anyway. Ginny did nay take advantage of me, she would ha’ done nothing if I had nay told her how I felt.”

Tanya looks at me hard and I nod to confirm what Freja has said. “Nevertheless,” Tanya says sternly, “I don’t see how I can let this go.”

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The assassin known as Wraith lurked in the shadows atop a roof just off Northmarket Street in Oldtown. She appeared to be a teen in certain lights, mid-twenties in others. In reality, she had the talent to make herself appear any age. She’d had so many names she’d lost the memory of her original one. She cared little about what others called her; to her, giving a being a name was an attempt to own them. Never again. In the past, she’d had many owners. The curse of her magic, the uncommon beauty of her elfin features and her huge lavender eyes had seen to that. They had all wanted to own her from her very first nanny, who had stolen her from a long-forgotten home to a host of others, all of whom wanted to “protect” her. That is until a more powerful being came along and took her away. That was the way life was—until Master had seen her potential and purchased her at an Oldtown slave market when she was twelve years old.

Master had turned her into a killer without peer.

As she waited for her target, she absently played with the braid she had twisted into her long green hair. kastamonu escort She was uncharacteristically tense. This job felt rushed—the planning slipshod., she never felt comfortable in the northern sector. It was too crowded. While it was easy to be invisible here, it was difficult to be unnoticed. To make matters worse, it was too close to the border of Lachlan Quinn’s world. She never took a contract in his world. There was always a risk of running into him. She had escaped him once. He thought her retired. She wanted to keep it that way.

She hated him. She had to force herself to stay away from him. All men fell at her feet—all men except him. All men and some women were bedazzled by her beauty—except him. Her slightest whims made all men easy fools—all men except him. And she’d found that men were liars and cheats—all men except him.

Master had trained her—taught her to wield all the tricks and artifice of a courtesan-crafter. Then, to round out her training, placed her with a sadistic renegade shadow walker with one eye to learn the kayseri escort tricks of the assassin. Then sent her after Lachlan Quinn. But he turned the tables and had “rescued” her. Killed her master with effortless ease. She hated him for freeing her. Debt made her feel helpless and she feared helplessness above all things.

She mentally shook herself. Her targets arrived. It was time for action.

The tall female who was the eldest of the Dragon’s daughters emerged into out of an alley with three mountain troll enforcers as bodyguards. They were for show, the assassin knew, no being with any sense messed with a dragon shifter. The trolls fanned out and secured the street against any gawkers foolish enough to involve themselves in Dragon Bank business. She languidly took a seat across from the waiting vampire.

The assassin took a couple of beats to admire the colorful silk robes the two women wore.

A fat grizzled dwarf wearing a stained leather apron appeared, bearing a serving tray with two bone china cups and a teapot. He placed the kıbrıs escort tray on the table with a grunt and returned with a platter of assorted pastries.

The vampire waved him away, leaned in and began to speak.

It was time.

She ran through a practiced breath exercise to center herself and muttered a prayer to her dead master’s god, as she had done a hundred times before. Good routines made for successful missions. She gingerly selected one of the carefully prepared shurikens from her pouch. She silently arose from her hiding spot, took a step and kicked over her water bottle. The sound was slight but enough to alert one of the vampire’s amazon bodyguards who looked up and spotted her. She instantly leaped to push the two diners apart, only to take the loosed star in her side. The amazon began convulsing immediately as the powerful toxin that coated the point took effect. She collapsed seconds later.

The assassin cursed softly. She’d been doing these sorts of jobs for years and understood that mistakes happened. She planned for them, but that bit of poor housekeeping could well be her death. Her new client harshly punished failure. She considered tonguing aside the false tooth she’d had installed years ago and biting into the tiny glass vial it contained, but instantly dismissed the thought. They held her son. Her mind shifted to her fallback plan. Like a wisp of smoke from a dying fire, the assassin slid from the rooftop into the night.

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Blaire

What? The sexy dream she had, that left her sweaty the next morning, was about… ME? I didn’t know what to think. I was so confused, part of me wanted to go, for the second time in two days, and pull back the shower curtain and this time touch her to see if she really was as soft and luscious as she looked… and another, more conservative part of me had no idea why I found the thought of another woman dreaming about me so arousing. I mean, a few weeks ago, I was enjoying secret sex with a male professor and his satisfying cock. That’s what my friends expected of me, that’s what my parents always wanted for me, that’s what I thought I wanted. A handsome, powerful man to sweep me off my feet, take me on holidays, protect me when we walked at night, and to father my future kids. How could I even for a second entertain the thought of a relationship with a woman?

I breathed in slowly and let all the thoughts run through my head and down into the drain below me. The water was relaxing every inch of my tense and excited body. I knew she was waiting for a response but I wasn’t sure what to say. Humour was my go-to, so I thought of something witty and light-hearted, that wouldn’t disclose too much of the chaos inside my head.

“Well, was I any good? Did I get you off?” I blurted out, glad that she couldn’t see my cheeks as they flushed a deep shade of red.

“OH YES, many times, nice work Blaire! I’d take you to bed with me any night…” she playfully replied. Relief flushed over me as I could tell she captured the tone of what I was going for and also, intrigued that she would open the door that much. This was going to prove to be a VERY interesting semester!

During the following week, we welcomed the rest of our floor mates and I was quite busy helping the RA team organize and host the myriad of events we had planned to make everyone feel at ease and prepared to start their grueling courses. I barely saw Bella but often wondered how she was doing and when I’d see her next. We still sent a few texts back and forth each night, but we barely saw each other as she was getting her books, supplies and learning the best routes to take around campus before her classes began. I asked her on Friday night if she was planning to attend the Rez Party that Saturday night at the campus pub and she said she didn’t know but would consider it if I was going to be there. I was so tired, but also wanted to re-connect and see if last weekend’s chemistry was just a one-time thing or if there was something more to it.

As I finished getting ready for the night, I admired my butt in the mirror tucked in a tight pair of jeans, over ankle-height, short black leather boots, paired with a low cut, sleeveless red top. I had done a simple, natural make up look but added a bright red lip to show I had put in some effort. Usually I focussed on comfort and felt much more at ease in a sporty ensemble or baggy jeans and a band t-shirt, with one of my 25 pairs of vintage sneakers rounding things out. When I saw Bella walked in with a bright yellow sundress and clean white canvas sneakers, I couldn’t help but stare. Her dark skin glowed in the dress and her eyes sparkled between her long lashes. And her legs, were perfection under the above the knee cut of her dress, strong, sleek and long, I wanted them wrapped around me. The round neckline of the dress also allowed me to get a glimpse of the elegant curve of her collarbone and I wanted to run my soft lips across it immediately, breathing in her sweet scent.

“I’m ready when you are,” she chirped, looking me in the eyes and seemingly enjoying what she saw as well. I smiled back and put my hand behind the small of her back to show the way. Her skin was warm and everything I was feeling from last weekend was back, my loins ached to rub up against her and on the way to the elevator, it took everything within me not to pause and whisper in her ear, do you want to just come back to my room instead? I had never been the leader in any relationship I had been in, but with Bella I felt safe to be bolder than I had been with the guys I’d been with before. With Johnny and Andrew, they made the decisions and I just followed. I didn’t mind them taking the lead and in a way that made me feel safe, but this felt different and exciting and I felt an emotional safety with Bella that inspired me to be brave and assertive about what I wanted.

Bella

It had been a busy week, but it also made tonight into a much-anticipated event. I wasn’t huge into bars or pubs, but I wanted to spend time with Blaire, so I took the plunge tonight. It had paid off, seeing her in such a sexy outfit, instead of her usual “chill attire” took my breath away. If I had my choice in that moment by the elevator, I would’ve leaned close to her ear and with warm, bated breath, I would’ve suggested that we go back to my room to be alone.

*Ding* The elevator door opened and there was barely enough room for the humans who were already inside. We had been waiting with Sandy, June, Thom and Erika, who seemed even more anxious than us to get to the party, so we let them try to jam themselves into the final inches of the compartment. rize escort The door closed and the tension between Blaire and I was tangible. We were standing side by side and I could feel Blaire’s hand and arm grazing against my own, I could feel her pause as our nerve endings gently caressed each other. I felt wetness growing between my legs, I ached to kiss her. As the second elevator arrived and opened, again it was jam packed, so we waved them on and were forced to stand in silence for another couple of minutes.

I could hear Blaire’s breath quickening and could feel the heat radiating from her body. I looked her way and she turned and smiled. I couldn’t look away; I just stood their smiling back at her with a flirty squint in my eyes.

Blaire

I couldn’t take it anymore, I wanted to kiss her so badly and I felt like the universe was trapping us on the floor, with full elevators. Just as I was looking for another sign, the elevator door opened and it was empty. I could see she was also hesitating before stepping inside. We got in and pressed L. The door closed and I turned to see how she was doing, when I felt her hand pressing my shoulder back against the elevator door, she leaned in close to my face, then whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

I wrapped my hands around her pulling her waist as tightly against my own as I could, pushing my crotch onto her and slowly rubbing my warmth against her barely covered leg. She lifted me slightly with her knee and started grinding herself onto my leg as well. Our lips pressed, and released; teasingly, with little giggles in between passionate kisses. Her lips were so soft against my own, unlike all the men I had kissed before who were rough or stubbly, and caused uncomfortable friction burns when the passion was raging. Her fingers caressed my collarbone and then started playing with my hair. We were barely coming up for air, until the elevator lurched to a stop, and we quickly tried to gain our composure as the door opened up in the lobby. We couldn’t contain ourselves as we grinned the goofiest, largest smirks as we stumbled towards the exit.

Outside we stopped at a nearby bench and paused, staring at each other. She seemed to be at a loss for words, so I decided to fill in the blanks. “You know, this isn’t my usual MO, I mean, I’ve never actually kissed a woman before. But that was, ummmm, really, really nice.” I looked at her again and couldn’t stop smiling.

“I can’t say it was my first, I’ve been fluid for a few years, but wow, I can honestly say, that it was better than I dreamed it would be. Literally,” she took a seat on the bench, and patted the spot right next to her. It was a fairly dark spot, with only one streetlight hidden amidst some trees on the path. I sat right against her side so that my entire body was in contact with hers. I placed a hand on her upper thigh and let my fingers fall gently in between her legs. I moved slowly, but through the thin fabric of her sundress, I was already feeling the dampness that had been building up. She sighed deeply, showing how turned on she was in that moment.

I leaned into her ear and asked, “Did you want to skip this party and go upstairs? I don’t think I can wait another minute, before I have you to myself.” Before she could answer, I gently bit her earlobe and sucked at the spot right behind her ear, smelling her beautiful, shea butter scent. Her hand had reached gently between my legs, to give my thigh a squeeze and I knew that she knew exactly what I wanted, in that moment. I groaned with anticipation.

“Blaire?” asked a deep voice from behind me. I froze at its familiarity, and thought, whoa, how will I explain this.

I turned slowly, releasing my hand smoothly from its warm inviting location, “Hey, what are you doing at campus this late?” I could have answered my own question if I had waited until I was looking my dad in the face, as he continued to jog on the spot, in a fully reflective tracksuit and an over the top sweatband.

I could feel Bella scoot slightly further down the bench. I waited for him to reply, wondering if he was going to let me off the hook or ask me to explain what he saw. I tried to look confident, I mean, I was a grown woman, and although he still covered my tuition and parking access, I had found a way to provide my rent on my own. I was cutting the strings and didn’t feel as though I had to explain myself to him. I had already kept the secret of fucking Dr. Foster for almost a year, I didn’t need to tell him everything.

“I thought you would’ve been at the pub already, that is part of your RA task this week, isn’t it?” he stated with the intent to question me.

“I was on my way, just wanted a little fresh air first,” I lied, but wondered if I shouldn’t at least make an appearance, to take a celebratory shot with my colleagues marking the end of a great opening week. He looked at both Bella and I, scanning from head to toe, with his accusatory eyes, which have made me cringe with discomfort ever since he needed the bicycle pump from my closet and had walked in on me as I tried to figure out how to get myself off. No words had sakarya escort been uttered but the look of judgement said it all.

“Have a good jog, Dad, I’ll see you next weekend for Mom’s birthday supper, bye!” I declared and started walking towards the pub with Bella close behind, before he could find out anything more about her.

Bella

I was glad to get out of there, Blaire’s father looked quite familiar, but I just couldn’t place him. He made me feel rather uncomfortable, even if I didn’t get to introductions; but most of all I was sad that he had killed our buzz, now Blaire was heading to the pub instead of upstairs to continue the action that had been building all evening. I struggled to keep up to Blaire in her high heeled boots and was relieved to have sneakers on instead.

“Hey, slow down, I’d rather not get too sweaty before I get there!” I finally confessed my struggle, Blaire stopped completely and turned towards me.

“Sorry about that, I just wanted to get out of there before my dad started the interrogation that I could feel was coming.”

“So that’s your dad! Cool, does he always come to check up on you at your university?” I chuckled, with a bit of nervous anticipation, hoping her answer would be “rarely”.

“Well, he actually works here, so he is around a lot more than I would like, if I’m honest. He means well, but as an only child, my parents are really protective of me and work hard to make sure their dreams for me come true.” She shrugged realizing more and more that she wasn’t sure she wanted those same things anymore.

I tucked my arm under hers but as we walked into the pub, I let go so I could hit the washroom as she looked for her team. After a little freshening up, I scanned the pub and dance floors until I found Blaire with the other RAs. I recognized a few of them from the past week, and one in particular, Luis, who had helped me bring my luggage from my Uber to the 10th floor the day I had first arrived. He was clearly interested in me, as he stood for a very long time at the door of my room after we’d gotten everything inside. He kept talking to me, all the typical “get to know you” questions, but he was repeatedly playing with his front pockets, as if to try to get me to pay attention to his package. That kind of person was NOT my type. I tried to brush past him and join Blaire with the group she was talking to, but he grabbed my arm as I passed.

“Oh, my, the beautiful Bella has graced me with her presence again! Did you miss me this week?” he joked. I could smell the booze and weed on his breath, giving him an aggressive confidence that I hadn’t witnessed during my arrival. He really did think he was God’s gift to women, didn’t he?!

“Nope, can’t say that I did. Sorry, I have to get back to my friend. Excuse me,” I pulled my arm out of his grip and pressed into Blaire as I tried to send him a message that I was taken so he’d back off. But instead, he followed behind and interrupted the conversation that was happening. Everyone turned to him, in both surprise and wonder that any grow adult would still be so rude.

“So, Blaire, you know Bella? What are you like trying to get in her pants too now? Professor Foster wasn’t good enough for you?” Luis blurted out leaving Blaire with a look of shock and embarrassment.

Blaire

WTF did Luis just say? Professor Foster… how did he know? We had been very discreet all summer, and surely he hadn’t been around his office the first time we met. Had he? Did everyone know? Did my dad know? I turned suddenly and looked at Bella, she was new, so this was probably a surprise to her.

“Mind your own business, Luis, you jealous or something? Jealous boys are destined to die alone, so I’d be careful if I was you!” I replied, with a nonchalant shrug. I excused myself from the group, after raising a toast, so that I could finish my drink in one quick gulp and get home with Bella before any other drama took place.

It took at least ten minutes to leave the pub, as so many people wanted to say quick hellos as we weaved through the crowd. Outside I rushed to the next block and pulled Bella towards me. I embraced her and swayed slowly with her under the streetlight as we waited for the “Walk” sign to appear. I had no idea what would happen but after having spent too much time that evening with imposters and judges, I craved spending one on one time with Bella, who spoke authentically to the deepest part of my soul. I was buzzed from the shots, and part of me wondered if I shouldn’t let the night end there before we took it to the next level.

As we arrived on our floor, I stood staring at Bella, taking in all the smooth lines of her body. I confessed that I was more buzzed that I needed to be and that I had a great evening with her. She looked at me and lingered in front of me instead of going to her room.

“I should get to bed,” I exclaimed, as two of our floor mates were coming out of the meditation room and passing us, so Bella turned and walked to her room as well.

I got ready for sleep quickly and laid down on my bed. I had wished I hadn’t cut things off so samsun escort abruptly, I picked up my phone and texted Bella- You left so quickly, I had kind of hoped you’d stay with me. Then looked through the emojis until I found the winky/kissy face as a playful follow up message. Before I could press send, Bella had replied- I thought you were tired and wanted to go to sleep? I can come back if you want me to. ‘Sure!’ I replied without a second thought. Moments later, I heard a soft knock at the door. I had all the lights out, so I opened the door and lead her through the dark to my bed. She laid under the covers next to me and we started talking about everything under the sun. I told her all about my parents, how my dad was the Dean of the university and had put a lot of pressure on me to make him proud. I told her about how Johnny and I had grown apart, and then explained the situation I had had with Professor Foster. Everything came spilling out without any fear of judgement, I felt safe saying anything.

She suggested that we play “the question game”, something she had clearly made up in that moment. She said we both would take turns asking any question we wanted to ask each other. I chuckled when she asked my favourite type of cheese and then explained her passion for a wide variety of cheese-based meals. Our questions started off pretty PG and then they started going more intimate… she asked about sex toys I owned, preferred sexual positions and whether I liked to watch porn.

When I asked her about her first time with a woman, I was glad that there were no lights on, because my cheeks were red hot with adrenaline. She turned on her side as she shared, and slipped a hand under my shirt, rubbing my skin in slow, long circles. I felt my inhibitions melting, and as her fingers slid under the band of my sleeping pants, and then back up to trace the edge of my breast, I found myself breathing more deliberately. I had barely heard any of her story, before I felt her move a little closer and ask if she could kiss me. She pulled my body closer to hers and started caressing my back as we kissed slowly and deeply. Tongues touching and swirling as our mouths explored each other. I kept worrying that I didn’t know what I was doing, and then reminded myself that the technique was all the same, even if this was much softer and more comfortable to my skin. I reached down her back and into her underwear, giving handfuls of her buttocks a squeeze as I pulled her against my pelvis.

I started to unhook her bra, and she followed suit on mine. We were rolling and touching and exploring each other, slowly removing more and more of each other’s clothing until we were naked. I was on my back at first and she slowly worked her way down my body, as she had the first night we met in my dream. Kissing, and tasting, and caressing and breathing in the aroma, as she got closer and closer to my throbbing vagina. As she approached, she used her fingers to part my labia, and gave my clit a kiss, she leaned back to admire it, and then licked and stroked and then started penetrating me with two fingers, at first gently and then with more and more vigour. She worked my g-spot until I couldn’t handle any more and clenched all my muscles around her fingers to slow down my imminent orgasm. She watched my face and started playing with my clit with her tongue, until I pushed myself down as hard as I could on her fingers and gave in to the waves of pleasure that were coming from within me. I hadn’t known an orgasm as deep and long as that one, and suddenly felt like pursuing Bella, wouldn’t mean missing out on as much as I had originally thought. Our connection was more powerful than any hard cock I had ridden before today. My intoxicated brain wondered if this was actually what I had been looking for my entire life.

Bella

I did not see this evening coming, as I lay beside Blaire, she slept soundly on the other half of the bed. I was kind of glad we hadn’t gone straight to her room from the elevator as it had given me a chance to wash my face, remove my eyelashes and wig, moisturize, and put on my satin hair wrap. Now I lay there and wondered if maybe I shouldn’t head back to my room before the rest of our floor mates woke up and saw me leaving. I didn’t usually share my natural look with people until we were pretty serious, so I kind of wanted to get back to my room and leave a little mystery.

Blaire adjusted herself and in the dim dawn sunlight that cut across the ceiling, I could see her look over and smile at me. I whispered, ‘Good morning beautiful’ as she reached over to stroke my cheek with her index finger. She paused at my chin, and without any other words, closed her eyes again. Her hand fell onto the pillow beside my head as a small snore came from her nose. I lay there staring at the ceiling wondering if she was feeling as confident as I was about how well we vibed, I mean we had barely known each other more than a few weeks. There was something that felt undeniably different about our connection, from the first moment we spoke, there was a feeling that I could tell her anything. I was normally very guarded about sharing my thoughts with people, but it came so easy with her. She exuded life and hope and curiosity, all things I had been looking for in a partner. But from what I learned during the question game and our chats, I was the first woman she had been intimate with. Was I just a college experiment for her?

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Max is nothing significant in any way by first impressions. He runs a small business in the downtown area. All the men in town cannot figure out how he even stays in business, but he has been there for seemingly forever with such low prices. Max’s Small Appliance Repair, it’s called. He opened shop twenty-one years ago, at first he struggled to even keep the doors open. However around a year after he opened shop his luck seemed to change.

Mrs. May walked into his shop agitated because the crock pot she had seemed to stop working out of nowhere. She had never been in his shop before but this crock pot was her favorite and was just the perfect size for all her recipes.

Max was standing there just barely taller than Mrs. May, which didn’t say much. He was the shortest of all the men in town, he was very broad and muscular with a slight tummy. His red hair and bushy mustache along with his thick glasses certainly didn’t draw any young ladies in though.

She placed the crock pot on the crowded counter top. “Hello, sir, I assume you are Max?” she asked and looked at him with a superior look.

He sighed to himself from her attitude and wondered when someone will not judge him by his looks. He replied with a polite tone all the same, “Yes ma’am, I am Max. What can I help you with?”

“Well my favorite crock pot has stopped working all of a sudden for no apparent reason. I am in a hurry though. I left my daughter at a babysitters and I’m paying by the hour. So the faster you can fix it the better.” she replied with a snobbish tone.

He knew all the families around here were rich but he wished they wouldn’t be so rude all the time.

“Well ma’am if you would like to come with me into the back we can probably get you out of here in about thirty minutes.”

She turned and marched her way into the cramped space in the back of the shop. He followed behind her carrying her crock pot. He set it on the table and started to work. She sat on a stool in the crowded area and waited patiently.

After a short while she stood and asked Max where the restroom was. He stepped back from the table and pointed to the front of the store to the right side. She had to squeeze her way past him and her ass rubbed against the front of him. She could feel a lump in his pants that made her stop in her tracks.

She shook herself silently and continued on her way to the restroom. She thought to herself, that couldn’t have been what I thought it was! That thing was way too big to be THAT!

. She entered the restroom and went straight to the sink. She splashed some water on her face trying to get the feel of the lump on her ass off her mind.

She finished her business in the restroom and went back into the shop after washing her hands. She reenters the back of the shop. Max steps back from the table again to allow her to pass by. This time as she passed she ran a hand along the lump. He throbbed in her hand. She gasped out loud and covered her mouth.

She quickly continued past him and sat back down. He watched her out of the corner of his eye and saw her staring at his pants. What kept amazing her was the lump was fully visible. She couldn’t figure out how a dick could be that huge. It wasn’t just long but it was thick. She noticed him watching her and quickly looked away until he was fully focused on his work again. Looking around the room got boring quick and she couldn’t help but steal glances at his large cock, making her squirm in her seat.

After what seemed like forever he stepped back from his work and announced that he was finished. She quickly jumped off the stool with one more glance at his cock as he turned and walked out of the back of the shop. Once they were at the counter she paid for the repair, took her crock pot, and left the shop. Still trembling, she fumbled with her keys to unlock the car. She drops her keys in her sexual frustration. Sighing she places her crock pot on the roof of the car to pick her keys up. Eventually she manages to unlock the door, and proceeds drives away.

Later that night she met up with the other ladies in town for their weekly book club. However the book of the week wasn’t what was on her mind. All the children were playing in a different room and all their husbands were still at work. She didn’t know what they would think but they were her friends so she knew they wouldn’t judge her.

She cleared her throat after everyone had gone silent from discussing the book. It seemed there wasn’t much more to say about it. Everyone turned their heads toward her and gave her their full attention. She nervously fumbled with her fingers as she tried to find the words to say.

After what seems like five minutes of hesitation she started to explain about her visit to Max’s shop. When she got to the important part she paused and blushed, she said, “when I squeezed past him to use the restroom there was a lump in his pants. I could feel it on my ass. If that was his cock it must be like ten inches if not longer. Is mecidiyeköy escort bayan that even possible?” she looked around at the other ladies and they had looks of surprise on their faces just like she did.

The conversation broke loose as each woman began to speak at the same time in their excitement. Alice who was closest to her turned and said, “Daisy you have got to find out if its true and tell all of us. I don’t know about you but Samuel never completely satisfies me and I always lay there wanting more. However if Max is as well endowed as you think he is then all of us could have a lot more pleasure.” All the other ladies seemed to agree with Alice.

Once the conversation died down one by one the ladies left with a note of approval to Daisy finding out how well endowed Max really is. She was not fully convinced she should though. She went into the kitchen and started dinner and made sure she was putting it on the table as Frank walked in the door. He greeted her with a peck on the cheek and then sat down to dinner with his wife and daughter. They ate silently through their meal.

They tucked their daughter in bed and then sat down for an evening on the couch. Daisy was determined to reignite their sex life. As the show played she slowly crept her hand down to his cock and started rubbing softly so he would barely even notice. Obviously he slowly grew hard against her hand even though through his slacks it was difficult to even feel.

She attempts to pull the zipper down before he stops her. The craving to taste his cock was almost overwhelming to her. However she already knew long before that he wouldn’t allow her to suck his cock. He felt it was degrading to a woman, therefore it was forbidden. He stood and took he by her hand and lead her to their bedroom.

They entered the bedroom and shut the door. He kissed her firmly on the lips with a sense of habit in the kiss. There was no passion behind it. He laid her down on the bed and undressed before he climbed into bed. He removed her clothing with almost a formality. He climbed on top of her with no foreplay and thrusts into her barely wet pussy. He kissed her again and then continued to thrust into her mechanically without change in his movements. She barely moaned as he sped up.

As always the closer he got to cuming the faster he went. He was out of breath from doing all the work but she knew if she tried to help he would just stop and go to sleep so she allowed him to fuck her while she just laid there. She wondered to herself why she thought this time would be any different than the others. She allowed her mind to wander to Max. She imagined it being his cock deep inside her instead.

Her wetness grew as she imagined Max’s cock stretching out her pussy even as her husband’s small dick began to fade into memory. He leaned up and smiled at her. He said, “My dear, you must be enjoying this tonight I haven’t felt you this wet in years. He continued to fuck her pussy as she laid there imagining Max inside her. With a final thrust he came inside her and then in the same motion rolled over and fell straight asleep.

She laid in bed completely unsatisfied just like every time they had sex. He came and she barely even felt a thing. A sigh of frustration escapes her lips as he begins to snore. Her mind turns back to Max as she laid there. After five minutes she realized she had begun playing with herself with her fingers. This is odd, she thought to herself. She had never before thought of playing with herself before.

Her fingers explored her pussy inside and out. One of the spots she noticed was the hood shaped part of her pussy just on the outside. She moved her finger side to side trying to trigger the sensation she had felt. Each time she triggered it, the sensation sent what seemed like a jolt through her body. Finally she pinpointed the spot that made it feel so good and started to push on it harder and rougher than before.

She was moving her hips back and forth in moaning as she continued to play with the hood. She could feel how wet she grew and was soon pushing her middle finger inside her pussy. At first she felt little pleasure just like she did with her husband’s cock. However as she explored more she soon found spots that felt as good as when she played with the hood.

Slowly she realized she was making the bed under her wet as well and her smell was coming from under the blankets. She stood up quickly knowing Frank wouldn’t approve of her extracurricular activity. She grabbed her robe from a nearby chair and slipped it over her shoulders to cover her naked body. After she tied her robes shut she walked into the bathroom and turned on the water for a shower.

Adjusting the water, she made it a little hotter than she usually would. Before climbing in the shower she took off her robe and hung it on the back of the door. She laid down and the tub and allowed the hot water to soak her body as she continued to explore her pussy. bayrampaşa escort bayan The sensations in her pussy soon caused her moans to fill the bathroom. She felt herself loosen up slightly as she played with her own pussy, which made her add a second finger inside her pussy. Without noticing her fingers went deeper into her own pussy until her knuckles stopped her from going deeper.

Quickly she added a third and was surprised how much her pussy could stretch from its normal size. Her husband’s cock was nowhere near the thickness of her three fingers. She pushed them in as deep as she could with all three. She figured out that if she relaxed her pinky by her asshole that she could get slightly deeper then before. At first she was freaked out by having any part of her touching her asshole but as she worked her pussy with her three fingers she quickly realized how it increased her pleasure.

Instinctively she started playing with the hood with her other hand. Her moans grew louder then ever before as she gave her pussy the first work out it had ever gotten. In a rush of intense pleasure she felt a liquid even hotter then the water cover her hand. In surprise she looked around expecting some explanation for it but she found none.

Feeling satisfied for the first time she sat up in the tub slightly lightheaded. She slowly got to her feet almost falling over from her lack of balance. It seemed everything in her was still focused on her pussy. It took her a couple minutes before she stopped being disoriented. She cleaned off her body and washed her hair before climbing out of the shower.

As she dried off she realized she was still wet from her session in the shower. What surprised her even more was her nipples stood proudly erect from her continual arousal. She wrapped herself in her robe and went back to her bed. She laid the robe back across the chair and climbed into her bed naked next to her warm husband who was still fast asleep.

Under her ass she could still feel the wet mess she had made on the bed from before her shower. She laid there planning out the next day as she slowly fell asleep.

The next morning she woke up to an empty bed as she expected. For her husband had already gone to work for the day. She climbed out of the bed still naked from the night before. The sun hit her soft skin emphasizing her perfect curves that are normally covered by dull clothing.

She got dressed in a regular outfit for the day, a long skirt and a boring blouse. She fixed breakfast for herself and her daughter. While she made the toast the last part of her plan was completed in her mind. She cooked her toast slightly longer than normal and pointed out to her daughter that she was going to have to go to the baby sitter again because the toaster was obviously not working right.

After they finished breakfast she unplugged the toaster and took it and her daughter into the car. She drove quickly out of the driveway and off to the babysitter’s house. She explained to the babysitter that she needed her daughter watched again today since she needed to run some more errands.

As she was leaving the babysitter’s house she checked her reflection in the rear view mirror to make sure she looked her best. She backed out of the drive way and was soon in front of Max’s repair shop for the second day in a row. Her heart beat hard inside her chest. She was unsure how she was going to do this.

The bell on the door chimed as she entered his shop. Max looked up from his counter and greeted her kindly, “What brings you into my shop this fine afternoon, Mrs. May?”

“Call me Daisy please,” she replied.

He looked at her slightly taken aback from her sudden kindness today. “My apologies. What can I do for you, Daisy?”

“Well see my toaster isn’t working correctly. It is over heating or something and burning my toast.”

“Let’s take it in the back again and see what I can do to fix it.” he said kindly.

He takes the toaster from her hands and leads her in the back again. She purposefully allowed him to go first this time so she had a reason to squeeze past him again. He placed the toaster on the work table before he stepped back and allowed her to pass.

This time however she paused as she passed and rubbed her hand obviously along his cock causing him to sigh in longing. He placed his hands on her hips and softly thrust forward allowing his cock to push hard against her ass.

She finally continued past after her tease. This time she did not sit on the stool but stood over his shoulder to watch him work. She stood so close occasionally his arm would rub across her full breasts. After several minutes he looked up from his work and looked at her.

“Ma’am there is nothing to fix with this toaster. Mechanically it’s perfect. There is nothing I can do with it. Is there something else I can do for you today?”

She stepped shyly forward and rubbed her hand across his cock once more. “I think escort bayan bahçelievler there is something you could do for me if you are ummm up for it.” She smiled and winked at him, proud of her clever wording of what she wanted.

He stepped back from her with his cock throbbing in his pants. He pulled her closer and then used his body against hers to push her into the work table. He kissed her deeply with passion on her lips, making her head spin. He pulled back and asked her, “Is that what you are wanting?”

“Yes and more.” She replied breathlessly.

He pulled away from her and disappeared into the front of the shop leaving her to wait nervously. She heard the front door’s lock click quietly and the sound of him flipping over the open sign to show that his shop was closed. He then returned to the back of the shop. He picked Daisy up off her feet and placed her on the work table.

She watched as he ran his hand up her thigh and up under her skirt. She could feel her pussy grow wetter as her excitement grew as well. He slid her panties to the side and thrust one thick, cold finger into her already soaking pussy. She moaned slightly as he explored her pussy with just his finger.

His thumb moved to the hood and teased it slightly. “do you like to have your clit played with?” he asked her.

She looked at him confused. “My clit?” she replied questionably.

He chuckled to himself, for her lack of experience humored him. “The hood shaped thing on the outside of your pussy is called a clit. I’m playing with it with my thumb currently.” He pushed slightly harder on his thumb to indicate what he meant. Her moan told him all he needed to know.

Her growing wetness excited him. The smell of her pussy filled his lungs. He slid a second finger inside her hot tight pussy to try to stretch it enough to fit inside her. Two of his fingers were about the same as three of her own. Her pussy was already so tight against his fingers. He knew he would have to stretch her a lot more before his large cock would fit inside her.

He patiently worked her pussy and then slid in a third finger. Stretching her beyond what she thought she could stretch. Her moans filled the shop and her skirt slowly slid higher on her legs showing max her pink pussy lips. His cock throbbed harder as he saw his fingers buried completely inside of her.

“Fuck me please,” she moaned to him. “Just fuck me, I’ll pay you if I have to.”

He smiled to himself and pulled his fingers out of her. She watched him while trying to catch her breath. He pulled his dirty old jeans off his hips allowing him to free his cock from them. She gasps as she saw how big his cock was. How was that possible she wondered to herself. If she had to guess his cock was about a foot long and six inches around.

She squirmed in excitement as he approached her. He positioned his cock in front of her pussy and teased her. He rubbed his cock along her pussy. He rubbed it against her clit and then down to the opening of her pussy pushing against her slightly without entering and down to her asshole pushing against her ass as well. She laid back tortured on the work table and covered her eyes with her arm.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” He continues to tease her pussy as he asked her the questions.

“Nothing is wrong. I just want you to fuck me. I want you to make me moan and to satisfy me.” she answered with a plea in her voice.

“Beg me for it,” he said to her. “Beg me for my cock to be inside of you.”

“Please Max I want your huge cock in my tight wet pussy. Please fuck me till I’m sore and can’t be fucked anymore. Fuck me hard and have me cry your name.” She begged him so with another throb to his dick he slowly pushed himself inside of her.

She could feel his cock filling her pussy. She had never felt anything like it before. She could tell he was going slow to not hurt her but the more he filled her the more she wanted. Her senses tingled as his dick started to hit all her spots at once just from the shear size of it. She started to work her hips against his cock as he thrust his dick in and out of her.

It was sex like she never imagined it could be. It felt like her every nerve was on fire with pleasure throughout her body. Her mind stopped thinking and all she could think about was the pleasure his cock gave her. She flung out her arms in a rush of excitement and sent the toaster flying to the floor with a crash.

And then she felt it again, a rush of hot liquids came from her body. She pulled away from him slightly, red in the face. She thought she had just pissed on him. He grabbed her hips and pushed his cock back inside her. “Calm down, Daisy, that’s normal.”

She relaxed again and continued to be fucked by him. He removed her blouse revealing a plain white bra, which he also removed quickly. Her full breasts bounced with every thrust of his cock. He grabbed her breasts and played with her nipples making them erect, causing the pleasure for her to increase. He pulled out of her and pulled her off the table. She removed his shirt revealing his hairy but muscular chest. He kicked off his boots and pulled his pants down and off before sitting in a chair nearby. She walked over to him. He turned her around to find her zipper and took off her skirt and panties.

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I’m a regular corporate job IT worker. I sit behind the computer half the day and in pointless meetings the other half. My boss thinks of himself as the good guy for handing out movie tickets as a bonus. At the same time, he forgets to tell me that my project has been canceled. I find out when I schedule the show and tell presentation, and nobody shows up. Our company creates protocols for network switches, which I guess most readers have no clue what they are.

So I live a pretty average frustrated life. Wednesdays, I take a longer lunch break to make it down to the Hampton strip mall for a massage. You know massage reduces anxiety and improves self-esteem. Those are things the modern male has to worry about. In between Benny’s Tacos and Ever Clean Dry Cleaner, there is a little glass door to a low cost massage place. The waiting area with cheap office carpet is tiny. There are two blue plastic chairs and three people standing. They are scrawny middle aged moms who really need a massage. There is the odd potbellied, male city services blue collar worker who feels out of place but very open minded about trying it. We all try not to touch each other, not breathe too loudly, and find an unoccupied spot to stare at without actually seeming like we are staring. So, we need a secondary spot to switch back-and-forth between, so that it seems like we are totally comfortable.

It’s $40 for an hour. I wouldn’t waste money on a luxury of over $100 for an hour of feeling nice. So the place has to be super-efficient. The college girl behind the counter is talking on the phone and berating an older customer for not tipping enough at the same time. A skinny massage therapist, who is evidently new, looks scared to interrupt the receptionist to find out who her next client is. An older tall male therapist behind her pushed the skinny massage therapist aside to take the center of the waiting room to bark out: “Who’s here for Lorenz?”

I try to stay out of the fray of massage therapists and clients pairing up on the hour. Having a very noble attitude, I never ask for a female therapist. I try to let chance pick the therapist and be non-discriminating. There is a constant turn-over because most freshly graduated massage therapists realize that the profession isn’t for them. So I don’t have to worry much about getting the same dud twice if the therapist turns out to be a dud. Despite all the knightly nobility, my heart always hopes for a cute girl, a warm hearted hippie girl that makes you feel like running barefoot through a field of wild flowers hand-in-hand with her.

That day was a good day. When only rubble was left in the waiting room and a mindless Styrofoam cup on the floor, a short, slim, young white girl called out my name. She wore a causal t-shirt with a big print and workout pants. We walked down the dimly lit hallway with many doors leading into therapy rooms. The therapy rooms were all the same. They were tiny. The massage table didn’t even fit in straight. It was diagonally in the room. The door didn’t open fully. I kind of had to squeeze myself past the padded foam to get into an open enough space. There was soft music playing from a cheap radio alarm clock. A candle was flickering in the corner. Ah, this was going to be my sanctuary for the next hour from the stress at work. I had survived the parking lot fight to get a spot and the waiting room. I would be able to zone out.

When Angie flicked her finger casually, actually with almost a lack of respect, for me to undress and lie down, I knew something was different with that new girl. Her hand flick felt like a South Central hood rat telling someone: “Yo, slam it down there!” It was very differently from the New Age caring — “Oh my god, has your aura been bruised by the world?” attitude. There was no concerned question about any areas on my body that might bother me. I kind of liked it. I’m not at all a submissive person who yearns to be bossed around to clean the toilet. However, there was a freshness and direct connection in that. It felt like a wakeup call. Hey, someone is breaking the veneer of the soft elevator music of everyday veneer. She is going to interact with you in a way that’s new and keeps you on your toes.

While I undressed with her outside the door, I wondered what kind of massage it would be. I suspected that she didn’t have a lot of training and rather fell into it with minimal training. It probably wasn’t going to be a high quality massage, but when one gets a massage, the body listens with 100% attention to every touch. The accidents or mistakes sometimes provide the most interesting sensations to feel.

I raised my head out of the face basket on the table to call out that I was ready and under the sheets. The paper towel for hygiene reasons on the face basket was already sticking to my forehead and making a mess. That’s what you get for $40 massage. But once I’d close my eyes and feel her hands on my back, there wouldn’t be any difference between a high end massage place and this. I was being smart with my money.

Angie walked in. She ripped the sheets of my back AND butt. I nearly jumped şişli escort bayan off the table for the panic of exposing my butt. I clutched hard to the table instead. A second thought of panic reminded me to keep my groin to the table to hide my penis. My heart was beating frantically. I felt oil being poured over my back, that cold wet sensation. She didn’t warm up the oil between her hands. Her small hands pushed down my back. She acted like this was normal.

I remembered that different places have different draping methods. A couple years ago, at another place someone had once explained to me that the sheet down the butt wasn’t a big deal because nothing was really visible. It’s an old style that died out because obviously American society is rather prude. So, I started relaxing and focusing on my breathing. This was simply a rare thing. I think she hasn’t done more than a weekend course in massage. That was probably the only thing they had taught her.

As I relaxed into the strokes, my mind turned gooey. There is that mental space where you think you pay attention to every stroke to soak up the deliciousness, but you are also so out of it that you don’t realize when you fall asleep in between and wake up without realizing. I did like that sensation of my bare butt sticking out. It was daring. It was a little sexual under the radar. I was with a young and pretty cute girl in the same room and my butt was out. I tried to remember her look. Her hair was black. She had a trim belly and round boobs lifted by a bra. The workout pants weren’t skin tight. They were a bit loose, just a little imagination of how easily she could slip in and out of them with what looked a pretty tight and round butt.

“Flip,” she called out like a waitress calls an order into the kitchen.

Where was the gentle touch and soothing voice of “It’s time to turn over” and the gentle lift of the sheet to give me room to wiggle my way onto my back?

My butt was sticking out naked! If I’d turn, my dick would be in plain sight. I thought she’d help me with the sheet. She didn’t. I could sense her standing back and watching me. I panicked a little on what to do. Then I realized that it was all up to me. My hands struggled to reach low enough to get the edge of the sheet. Flailing hands behind my back like a person in handcuffs, barely mobile, I got the sheet up to my lower back.

“Oh,” she called out like she had made a big mistake. There was such depth to her oh that it fully acknowledged the predicament of the situation. But no hands came to help me.

So I struggled like a beetle on its back to keep the sheet over me without throwing it to the side as I turned. I had to scooch down on the table at the same time. Being so out of it from the massage, I could have believed in being able to travel through time as well. On my back, I had pinned the sheet with a butt cheek. I was yanking on it to get it out. And she was watching me, not the slightest motion to help me.

When I was done, her hands returned to my shoulders and worked their way down my arms. There was the soothing feeling. I was back into my private space behind my closed eyes.

“What would have happened if I had simply turned over and swung my dick out into the open? Would she have run screaming out of the room?”

“A friend who frequents strip clubs once told me about a stripper. All the regular girls would only do crotch rides on the pants (lap dances). But this one stripper had come from an underground club. Whenever the security guy wasn’t looking, she’d unzip his pants and slip his dick inside of her. Was Angie the equivalent in the massage world? Nothing about her act was like those people who follow a higher calling for healing.”

I started wondering, almost yearning to find out, what would have happened if I had simply flipped around without covering myself? Would she have rushed to raise the sheets? Would I have found that one unicorn where things were different? It would be fun to have sexual tension with that cute girl.

Her hands were kneading my shoulder more like a Chinese cook slaps around dumpling dough than a massage therapist. The signals were there that maybe something could happen here. I had always been afraid to get a boner during a massage. The sheets at this place were so thin that they were see through. They contoured the body almost like tights, revealing everything. Massage goes to a great length to be above board and legitimate.

I usually focus on deep breathing and fill my mind with thoughts about computer code and my boss in his swivel chair. That usually flushes any blood out of my penis when the tingles start warning about an impending erection. Before quick, I’m back in a sleep state and forget. With her, I wanted to dare. I let those arousal thoughts of the girl working on me fill my penis with blood.

There is a funny thing that the female readers may not realize. It’s hard to tell for a guy if he has an erection or not. Unless one looks or the penis is rubbing against something, a flabby or hard one against the belly feels pretty much bağcılar escort bayan the same. The only surefire way to tell is to squeeze it. The way how it reacts to a squeeze is different. A flaccid one won’t feel much different when squeezed. A hard one will bounce. But that would make my dick jump up. So, it took quite some sensing to be sure that I had a hard one resting on my belly, flush against the skin. The outline on the very thin, crispy sheets must have been quiet evident, a rise of fabric on my flat tummy.

She worked all around my body, chest, tummy, legs, and arms. In the center, there was that oblong lump of hard manhood. It was like a dance around it. I don’t know if she had noticed and ignored it. I don’t know if she was too focused on the area she was working on to notice anything else. That not knowing and wondering made it more arousing, more of a game, more of a daring, slowly inching towards a dishonorable line. The blood felt warm and good in my penis. The sexual tension created a heightened state in me that was very rewarding.

“Done. You see me again,” she said short and direct before she left the room.

Again alone in the room, I checked my loins. The wood was a super hard seven inches, veins popping out all over the place. With those thin sheets, my dick was like a birthday cake on a platter. I mean, with those thin sheets, my penis was always visible. Could she tell the difference between an extra-large soft penis and my still respectable hard penis? Thinking about how she spent all this time with penises, some surely pitching a full on tent, turned me on even more. There is something depraved and sexual about being around so many dicks and being comfortable with it.

I dressed myself and rushed back to another meeting about some status report. My skin buzzed the whole afternoon from the touch. My mind raced about Angie. Could I get away with more? My entirely boring world of working long hours had a sparkle in its secret center.

Next week, I called the massage place again and for the first time asked for a therapist. “When is Angie available during lunch hour?” My heart was pounding. Would I be labeled a perv for taking an interest in her? Would I be judgmental for not going with anybody? I had to know. I was ready to get a blazing red “A” stitched to my chest, but I had to know. I had to find out if she really was willing to do things over the line.

That Tuesday, Angie was wearing a big pink t-shirt. It was about four sizes too large for her. It’s a style. Being so large, one shoulder of the t-shirt slipped down to reveal a lot of décolleté, really a lot more, including bits of her bra. On top of that in giant big letters, it said “BE MY BF.” If that isn’t a flirty come on. She was super relaxed, not even wearing shoes, she walked around barefoot. She got a cup of water from the water cooler for the last client. I could barely contain myself.

Was that advertising for sexual services? Was she really looking for a boyfriend? Was it merely a fashion statement?

She definitely didn’t fit the massage therapist fold. The other therapist all moved and dressed differently. Even the receptionist gave her a stinky eye when Angie walked up to check for her next fare, me. There was a gloating disapproval in the eyes of the receptionist and slight implication that this job wouldn’t last much longer for Angie.

Could there be another explanation? Was Angie realizing that her massage skills sucked? Was she on probation and using any means, including appearing sexy, to get the bookings she needed to stay on?

“It’s you!” she said with a knowing surprise, not hinting at what she really meant. She simply turned around and started walking to the room. I was left checking out her butt in her sweatpants to figure out what that tone meant.

A boner already started forming. They are most annoying when they are a quarter formed. They are not hard enough to fully stand up against the belly and be flush, nearly invisible. Yet, they are not soft enough to hang along the leg. They just kind of lift enough to be in the way, to poke forward, and to get stuck on the underwear or jeans. So, I have to always shimmy my hips side to side, turn my knee in, and do all kinds of gyrations to get the tip loose of stuck fabric. I mean I can’t really reach into my pants in broad daylight to straighten it out. So, I’m doing my little retard dance behind her, always careful to be ready to walk straight should she turn around.

She quickly drops me off in the room with the same flippant finger gesture. I’m already exited to get there and hide my now half grown erection under my belly. She walks in. Like last time, she yanks the sheet of my back and butt. She presses the edge against the bottom of my butt cheeks. I let my dick get hard underneath me, not even worrying. I just like that feeling of being hard in a room with her feminine and youthful energy.

She’s rotating her hands over my gluts. I realize that’s what the low covering is officially for, to have access to the gluts. Yet, I also realize that escort bayan zeytinburnu the sheet is placed to barely cover my balls. She could be staring at my butt hole. Like, I have no clue if I have full butt cheeks that bud against each other to create something like a cleavage or if I have scrawny butt cheeks that fall apart and show the puckered hole. Anatomically, I simply can’t turn around enough to stare at my butt. Evidently, my mind was aroused with sexual thoughts. I wasn’t in that yummy dreamy state, but a buzzing electric state.

“Turn over,” she said. The way she said it, her massage manners had marked improved.

This was the moment. This was the moment that I had been thinking of over and over during those boring hours of coding applications. It happened again. That was awesome. I felt scared, scared to simply roll over. I pretended to be groggy. I moved a hand loosely and very slowly to put on an act of not knowing what was going on around me.

I was going to go for it. Very slowly, I let myself roll to the side. I could feel the very thin sheet gliding across the top of my thighs. I was going to do it very slowly to give her a chance to jump in and cover me up. My right hip raised of the table. I could feel the fresh air around my penis, still fully secure that she couldn’t see. I kept moving. She evidently must foresee that I would be exposed. I brace myself for a rushed hand and having to apologize profusely.

I keep going. I’m half on my side. I stop breathing to listing for a movement from her on the office carpet or a sharp gasp. I keep turning over almost all the way, almost in disbelief. Nothing has happened. My dick is wagging high in the air with impunity. She’s rubbing her hands with oil. Her hands glide down my arm.

I’m there on my back, fully awake. Reality fractured. A matrix moment. My dick was fully out. My dick was fully hard. It was so hard that it raised away from my belly. She was going about the massage as normal. I couldn’t detect an attitude change.

Was I supposed to cover up? A shocked thought rushed through my head. Maybe, she was in so much shock that she couldn’t react at all. Was I traumatizing a young woman starting out in the world? What was going on? I had always worried so much about just having a hint of the appearance to be attracted to a therapist. They’d surely be offended by that. Now, I was fully sexually exposed, yet not the slightest thing happened.

She moved the sheets to work down my quads. She never bothered to cover me up. She casually pushed the sheet out of her way. Okay, so she must be okay with it. If she weren’t, she would have used the chance to cover me. I can start to enjoy having my penis out and imagine her stealing glances at my manhood.

“Do you want your wallet?” she interrupted my inner monolog. I had started painting this fantasy of what was going on outside of my closed eyes in vivid colors. It was beautiful like a fairytale, only it included my dick and Angie, whom I was dreaming was melting under sexual tension like chocolate.

“Why?” I quipped stunned.

“Sure!” I hastily added. I had realized where this was going.

She lifted my socks out of the way with such a familiarity of handling men’s clothing. She knew exactly how to pick my wallet out of the crumbled up pile of jeans like she had done this before. A second later, I was partially sitting up on the back of my elbows and holding my wallet in my hands. I realized that I was supposed to give her a hefty tip for a happy ending. I had no clue how much I should tip. I had no clue what kind of service I could pay for? Just a hand? Or a lush blow job? Would she go all the way? Would she offer kinky things like her butthole? I mean who knows what’s going on in this secret world. I might miss out on a sexual experience that I have only one chance at during my lifetime, this very moment.

“Can you take the tip out? My eyes are a bit blurry,” I said. Phew, I figured that would be a good enough excuse. What if this was a police sting operation? What if lots of people who were clueless had that same excuse?

She flipped through the inside of my wallet. She was fully interested. This was the only time that I had seen her that curious and engaged. Every other moment with her, she had always been casual and relaxed. She might have been somewhere else in her mind entirely. This moment, she was fully engaged folding around the paper money. She was checking it. She was counting. I had never seen anyone so interested in actual money bills before. Sure everyone pays attention when it’s money. However, it’s usually an abstract thing. It’s not the actual paper bill of money that gets the attention.

I had a surprising emotional sensation reveal itself. I actually liked her going through my wallet. There was something exposed and vulnerable about it. I let her see my most guarded part. Since being a kid, my parents had always trained me to carefully watch my money and expect pocket thieves and thieves of opportunity everywhere. There was something intimate about letting her roam around freely to see that part of me. It also reminded me of the intimacy with a girlfriend. I was feeling very evidently a connection by allowing her into that space. I might be just a chump to her. She might only care about the money. But in the room for me as my first time, I felt a special connection — almost something innocent like butterflies.

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After a busy week all I really wanted was a relaxing massage, so I booked into the college where I knew I could get a cheap massage from one of the students. Normally I always get one of the girls however this time luck was on my side.

I lay on the table with a towel covering my naked body, the smell of the all the different oils filled the room and although most people like the relaxing sounds of whales mating or something new age shit like that, I put on my cd I had in my bag. A mix out dance, rock, lite n easy and punk all this is what helps me relax.

Let this be a good ending to an overall crap week, mixed with family and work stress, friends in need, men issues and a credit card bill from hell. Escape the outside world, the trains packed with sweaty grumpy people, crying babies and endless delays. I am going to enjoy my hour of paradise, pamper myself or as it may be have someone else do it.

The door closed and Josh came in, mmm tall, dark, blue/green eyes and a killer smile. “Ok, firm but gentle is how you like it” he chuckled. I didn’t bother replying as by the time I was about to answer, he was already pouring warm oil from the top of my spine, slowly down to the base. The warmth of the oil and the way he poured it felt good, I had a feeling this was going to be just want I wanted.

His large firm hands work the oil into my skin and with each motion of his hands I felt more relaxed, almost sleepy. The smell in the room had also changed from intense sweet smells to a musky, exotic smell.

“Do you mind if we lose the towel?” he ask “I think you escort bayan kağıthane need some attention on your lower back but the towel is in the way”

I didn’t mind “that’s fine”…. I don’t have the hottest body in the world however nothing to be ashamed of either and the towel dropped to the floor. He walked over to the cd player and turned it off “Now we don’t need music, silence is far more relaxing” he said “I will be able to pick up if I’m doing t to your liking by the sounds of your breathing and the way your body feels” mmm my mind said.

Silence it was then as he continued to work wonders with his hands, I felt my body totally relaxing as I drifted into a day dream. This is just too good I could stay here for hours I thought, please don’t let this end.

I drifted into a semi sleep however I woke from this slumber when all of a sudden I heard myself sigh almost moan, I turned my head around and I felt something in my pussy. Josh leaned forward whisper in my ear “do you want me to stop?” before I knew it I had said “don’t stop”. He had placed his hand between my thighs and was gently inserting his fingers while his other hand was slowly stroking my back.

Fuck that feels good.

He moved his lips down, kissing my back until he reach the top of my ass, parting my cheeks he licked all the way from my ass to my hot juicy lips, his tongue felt so good. I moaned as he began to lick my pussy. His long moist tongue not neglecting any part, I could feel myself on verge of cummming.

He stopped, moved around escort bayan beyoğlu in front of me lifted my head so I could see him, beautiful tanned body, ripped abs totally naked. He bent down kissing me deeply; I took his tongue into my mouth tasting the juices from my pussy.

“I’ve never done this before” looking directly at me and I believed him, cupping my hand around his neck pulling him towards me. Our lips met, glued together in a passionate embrace.

The natural light that was beaming through the windows at the start had gone and the room had become dark, the only light coming from the lamp in the corner which gave josh a golden glow to his skin. How did I get so lucky after the week I had I thought, I don’t care really lets just enjoy it. For all I know I could be dreaming, good dream though.

He took my hand and motioned me to come with him; he sat down on a chair that was near the window. Standing before him he placed his hands on my hips pulling me down onto his lap. He took one of my nipples into his mouth, gently nibbling it as his tongue flicked the tip. I could barely control the pleasure I was feeling at this point for as he did that his hand had slipped back down to my pussy, fingers inside massaging my juicy secret garden.

His mouth moved to my other nipple and I also slipped my hand down between us feeling his thick cock grow even harder in my hands, pulling myself away from his amazing hands and his enticing mouth I dropped to me knees.

Hungry for his cock in my mouth I licked his pre-cum from the escort bayan esenler tip so sweet mm tasty and wrapped my lips around the head slowly taking his cock into my mouth inch by inch, I tease him with my mouth, my lips, my tongue. Moving up and down then off, I do this until he groans and pushes my head down with his hands. His throbbing cock is deep in my mouth and he doesn’t release me until he is about to cum.

Pushing me back onto the floor he crawls down between my thighs and begins to eat my pussy making me moan so loudly that he places his hand over my mouth, so no one can hear. Turning me over he pulls me on to my hands and knees, with his cock in hand he thrusts his cock into me, so hard I almost lose balance. He grips my hips with his strong hands fucking me harder and deeper…

“is this what you meant by firm but gentle” he growled “I think you would like it harder”

And with that he slammed into me harder, I tried not to be too loud however the harder he fucked me the more moaned but this so did he , we were so far gone we could care if the whole world heard us.

I met each of his strokes pushing back onto his cock, his balls slapping against me. Our bodies joined together sweaty and intone with each other needs.

“fuck baby I’m going to cum” he growled “I can feel you griping my cock with your pussy; I need to cum in you now”

I could feel his cock pulsating inside me with hot shots of cum filling me up as he pulled me back onto his cock, my pussy exploded sucking his cum into me and covering his cock with my juices.

Laying in a heap on the floor still inside me the alarm went off, meaning the massage was over. He got to his feet, went over turned it off and smile saying that massage was over before it began. Taking my hand pulling me to him he pushed me up against the wall asking if I wanted to continue this at his place.

I said yes.

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