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She giggled as she tossed the recently removed bra at the object of her flirtation. His hard cock throbbed in his pants as he realized that the only thing between him and those gorgeous round breasts was the zipper of a hoodie. He smirked, hiding his arousal from her. Her eyes twinkled as she watched him, looking for a reaction on his face. He tucked the bra on the sofa next to him, not giving her the satisfaction of a sexual escalation just yet. As the tension simmered, they turned back to the basketball game on the television, both of them ignoring the third person in the room. The third one sat with a slightly bemused, but mostly annoyed, look on his face over the extracurricular flirtation, his intent clearly wanting to stay on the game.

At the next timeout, the bra’s temporary guardian stood, his intentions still guarded, and put the bra in his pants pocket while he walked out of the room and into the kitchen. “Ashley,” he called a few seconds later, “could you come in here please and show me where you keep your cups?” The double entendre amused him, but could seem a tame enough question when posed in his current location. As she demurely walked into the kitchen, he knew now was the time to act. He beckoned her with a silent finger slightly out of ear shot of the living room. He held up the bra, a sly grin on his face. “Do you want it back?” His words were but a whisper as his grin widened. She blushed, nodding silently. “Hmm. What do you have to trade?” She pulled out the pockets of her tight jeans, a sexy pout crossing her lips. She had nothing on her of any value, but he already knew that. “How about you unzip that hoodie and I’ll give it back?” She slowly cocked her head to the side, contemplating the deal, but the glow on her face let him know that she was definitely on the same page with him and that this was just part of the game. Her lithe hand went to the zipper tag and slowly she started to pull downward. As the front of the garment parted, she turned away from him, preventing him from seeing what he craved.

Gently, he reached out and put his hands on her hips, pulling her to him, her back to his chest. He ran his hands up under the jacket and caressed her sides as her head leaned back onto his shoulder. Her voice eked out a conspiratorial tecavüz porno whisper, “What if he comes in here?”

He shook his head briefly even though she couldn’t see. “He won’t. He’d rather watch the game.” His hands swiftly moved up and cupped her heavy breasts, just taking in their dimensions. As he marveled at her soft skin, she drew in a sharp breath of arousal. Good. He wanted her to start feeding into the lust he was feeling. He kneaded her breasts, lightly rubbing his palms across her hardening nipples and eliciting a whimper of pleasure. Kissing her neck, he slid both hands back down to her hips, but then around to the button fly of her jeans. Plink. Plink. Plink. One by one, he undid the buttons.

“We shouldn’t,” she quietly cautioned, but made no move to stop him.

He could feel the heat coming from inside her jeans as his right hand plunged down the parting of the button fly. He easily slipped past the waistband security of her silky panties and down toward the source of the warmth. She tensed in anticipation, but sighed deeply when his fingers found the already damp folds of her vaginal entrance. As he rubbed two fingers across those sensitive lips, his thumb sought her clitoris and a sharp intake of breath let him know he found it. She turned slowly, leading him away from the living room and into the nearby bathroom without disengaging their connection. He closed the door behind him and turned on the light as she leaned forward on the sink, ready to be plucked like strings on a harp in the key of pleasure. His left hand returned upward and fingers cinched upon a nipple, rolling it slightly and tugging. She grunted and rolled her hips. This was actually happening and she was going to enjoy it. No sense in stopping now. As her hips rolled, her jeans slowly slid down to her knees. His left hand disengaged from her nipple, his right still strumming her wetness, and he tried removing the jacket. His awkward tugs at the cloth found to be insufficient, she took the job upon herself and tossed the hoodie over her shoulder. “Mmmmm, you’re getting into it,” he playfully chided, “I knew that good girl could turn bad.” She smiled into the mirror at him, her eyelids heavy with pleasure. A brief murmur of acknowledgement passed her lips as she bit back the sounds of ecstasy that she wanted to express, but couldn’t with the otherwise unsuspecting company in the other room. He removed his hand travesti porno from her pussy, which elicited a disappointed sound, but she understood when he took both hands and pulled her panties down to join her jeans. Since she was barefoot, she went ahead and slinked free of her bottoms entirely, leaving her naked.

He guided her hands back to the sink’s counter and then dropped to his knees behind her, putting his mouth up to her wetness. His tongue caressed the lips his fingers had just been strumming and he returned a thumb to her clitoris. She let out a heavy exhale and her legs started to wobble. She couldn’t believe he was doing this to her while his friend sat in the next room, just feet away, but she was too turned on to care. She wanted to cum badly and she was going to let him provide that pleasure. As he continued his oral ministrations, he snaked his other arm up to caress her inner thigh, almost lightly tickling it. He wanted her nerves to be standing on end when he brought her to orgasm. He wanted it to be intense. He wanted to take her breath away. He wanted this entire erotic scene to be burned into her memory for years to come. He wanted it to be the reason she would silently masturbate in the shower or just before bed. He wanted it to lead to more moments like this when he could share his physical attraction to her. But he wouldn’t get ahead of himself. There was work to be done.

He began to make love to her with his mouth. Long, slow strokes with the flat of his tongue. Penetrating prods with the point of his tongue alternated with butterfly flicking of her clit. Her hips were bucking in earnest at this point, the culmination of the act getting close to fruition. Panting, she blurted out in a harsh whisper, “Please. Fuck. Ohgod. Ohgod! Make me cum!” It didn’t take much longer for him to oblige. He steadied her thighs with his hands as she shuddered through her weak-kneed orgasm. As she slowly returned from her post-orgasmic bliss, he playfully licked at her clit, causing her to give a tiny squeal and pull away. She turned around as he got to his feet. They met in a kiss, giving her a chance to taste what he just had been. He ran his hands along her naked body, indulging his skin’s craving of contact with her. It had been a torrid session, barely a few minutes, but surely they were being missed.

He broke their kiss and, just moments later, his friend knocked on the door and xhamster porno asked if everything was okay. He looked to his flushed partner and grinned from ear to ear as he assured his friend that things were just fine. Nature’s call came at a bad time, he explained. When asked where the gracious host had gone, she whispered to her lover the solution. “She told me she had to step out back to make a call,” he relayed to his sports-loving pal. This served the intended purpose and the curious friend went back into the living room to continue his view of the game. “I think that bought us some time,” he said quietly.

“What about you,” she asked, “You’re still dressed!” Her hand found the front of his pants and the rock hard cock being held back by the material and she purred. “Let’s get him out in the open so he can join the party,” she suggested as she manipulated the opening to his pants. He didn’t have to be asked twice and helped her lower his pants to his ankles. She grasped his scrotum gently and stroked it before taking hold of his rigid, hot cock. It was his turn to sharply inhale. “Oh, I think he likes it,” she teased, and he vocalized to the affirmative. Stroking his dick, she leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss his neck and his reddening left ear. “Do you want me?” Eyes closed, he whispered a yes in reply. Her talk turned bold. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”

He groaned. He had dreamed of this moment and he would not be denied with a rude awakening in an empty bed this time. He replied with “Of course I do.”

She laughed softly, but with wickedness. “Of course you do, what?” She continued to stroke his straining cock.

“God dammit,” he breathed, “of course I want you to suck my cock.”

She smiled. “Tell me, then.”

He blushed, but the words immediately came. “I want you to suck my cock.”

She smiled again, the pace of her stroke quickening, “Order me, baby. Tell me to get on my knees and suck you.” She was surprised that her own words were making her pussy wet again. The dirty talk was too much for her partner and, with a groan, he began to cum against her stomach. He clutched her to him as she continued to milk his balls of their contents, his hips thrusting forward with each wet spasm.

Slowly, his breathing returned to normal and he opened his eyes, looking down into hers. They saw it in each others’ eyes. This wouldn’t be the last time they would have an encounter. The ice had been broken and there was nothing but heat now. With some nervous giggles and playful kisses, they got dressed and decided to make separate returns to the living room. Once there, they had eyes on the television, but neither of them was really paying attention. They had other things to think about.

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He awoke in his new bed with a hard cock. Sliding his hand under the covers, he circled his cock with his fingers and started to slowly pull himself. Becoming aroused, he pushed the covers down. His cock was nice and long in his hand, the large head swollen and stretched tight. He stroked faster with images of the previous day going through his mind. Her on all fours with her parted pussy, its open hole waiting to be fucked. Fucking her between her open legs in the backseat of the limo. Smelling her cunt on her fingers while she rode him. Oh fuck. Groaning loudly he came, his cock stiffened, erupting in spasms of hard squirts, shooting thick cum over his chest and stomach. Fuck that felt good he thought, slowly stroking out the last drops of cum. He was so tempted to start again but decided against it. He had a busy day ahead and couldn’t spend all morning wanking in bed.

Upstairs, a similar scene was playing out. On her back, her legs drawn up and wide apart, she was furiously rubbing at her clit and pushing a thick flesh colored dildo inside her.

“Fuck me with that big cock.” She moaned, pushing the dildo in hard and deep, her fingers a blur between her legs.

“That’s it fuck me, cum in my pussy.” She cried out, her pussy starting to gush over her fingers and the dildo.

“Oh God, fuck, yes!” she cried, cumming hard, frantically thrusting her cunt up against the dildo and her fingers, fucking them both hard in her orgasm.

Finally spent, she lay panting, the dildo still in her pussy and a dark wet patch on the sheets between her open legs. Even having just cum, she couldn’t stop thinking about his big cock. I have to calm down she thought to herself. Her husband would be home tomorrow. That would calm things down. She didn’t like to do it with him at home. She knew he wouldn’t mind her fucking the driver but she didn’t like to rub his nose in it. I still have all today and tonight though. God, she was incorrigible.

He spent the morning collecting his meager possessions from his shared apartment, telling his roommate he wouldn’t be returning. After that it was a trip to the tailor. Around noon with his purchases loaded up, he returned to the house and went to his room. He had just finishing squaring everything away when the intercom sounded. Answering it, she asked him to join her in the living room. As he walked into the room, she invited him to sit next to her.

“I have a little matter to talk to you about.” She said. “It’s a bit of an opportunity you may or may not be interested in.” His interest piqued, they sat on the bed and she started to explain.

She had a group of women friends that for one reason or other didn’t have a driver so she would lend them hers for a few hours or the day. The women had various driving needs like, maybe a trip out into the country. There was no set fee for the service but the women would give him a tip, the size of which depended on their satisfaction with his driving. It was an opportunity to make some good extra money. Although she hadn’t spelt it out, he knew exactly what she meant recalling the trip out into the country yesterday.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked.

Yes, he would be very interested. The chance to make some good money fucking pussy sounded just up his street and he told her so.

“Okay.” She said. “I’m having them all over for drinks today. You could give me a hand and they could get to meet you. I also have a little idea that might just seal the deal and get you some good driving jobs.” She went on to explain her idea and he agreed to it. It might even be fun he thought.

“Will you need me to drive you anywhere today?” he asked.

“I need you to drive me right now in your room.” She said hungry for his cock.

Standing by the bed, she raised a leg placing her foot on it, riding her dress up revealing her panties. Straight away, his hand was between her legs, rubbing her through the sheer material. She fumbled with his belt and unzipped him as he slid his fingers inside the leg of her panties, his fingers tecavüz porno keen to explore the wet slit hidden beneath them. She had his cock out, gripping it tightly, excitedly pulling him, wanting him hard. She was wet and her clit already hard as he stroked between her soft pussy lips.

“Fuck I want you.” She said in a husky voice, her hand eagerly massaging his growing shaft and swelling head.

Thirsty for her wetness, he fell to his knees in front of her. Just as eager to feel his tongue on her, she pulled her panties aside and pushed her pussy forward. Groaning with desire, he pressed his face between her legs, his tongue urgently seeking out her drenched opening and hard clit.

“Oh, that feels so fucking good.” She sighed, as his warm tongue parted her lips and licked between them. Raising his hand, he slipped two fingers inside her as he lapped at her hard throbbing clit.

“Oh my God!” she cried out, her pussy flooding.

“Put your cock in me.” She implored him, desperate to feel him inside her.

Standing up, he pulled down his pants and lowered her onto her back across the bed. Pulling her panties off, he opened her legs, wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her rear to the very edge of the bed. With her legs spread wide and in the air, he entered her, his hard thick cock stretching her open as he pushed deep inside. Jesus her cunt was wet.

“That’s it; stick that big cock in me.” She urged him on, her excitement growing by the second. Thrusting, he plunged his cock deep inside her.

“Yes! Like that, fuck my cunt!” she yelled, her pussy on fire, filled with hard throbbing cock. Incensed by her pleas and frantic to cum himself, he lunged between her legs, his balls slapping her ass with each hard thrust into her.

“Oh fuck.” She was cumming, her pussy squirting, drenching them both.

“Oh God.” He groaned, feeling cum rushing from his balls, the numbness overtaking him. His whole body jerked as his cock twitched in her cunt delivering its load of cum deep in her body.

“So fast.” She gasped amazed. “Fuck that was good!” Breathless, he could only nod his agreement as his softening cum covered cock slipped from her pussy.

Dressed and about to leave, she turned to him lying naked on the bed.

“Wear one of your new suits to the drinks later, the light one I think.” She said and walked out the door.

Wearing his new suit, he met her in the kitchen at the agreed time. She was already pouring champagne into crystal glasses set out on a silver tray.

“You’ve scrubbed up nice.” She said, admiring him in his smart attire.

“Thanks,” he replied. “What would you like me to do?”

“Bring this tray of drinks to the ladies.” She said handing him the tray. Taking it from her, he followed her to the living room.

There was a group of women, about eight all told, sitting around the living room. They varied in age, he guessed from around early thirties to mid-sixties. All were well dressed and obviously well to do. Each one smiled at him and said hello as he passed out their drinks. He could feel them looking him over as he walked around the room with the tray. Inspecting the merchandise he thought to himself. He sat by himself in the corner of the room until it was time to refresh their drinks. About to carry the tray from the kitchen, she came in and told him it was time. Handing out the tray of drinks he left the room and went into another one just down the hall. Stripping naked, he turned off the light and laid on the bed waiting.

“You know the rules ladies.” she said. “All of you except one get a chance to have a quick fondle your prospective driver. The lucky one gets a full test drive. Now if you would like to put your names in the hat, we will choose the winner.” As she went around the room, each woman put a slip of paper with her name on it into the bowl she was carrying.

“And the winner is…”

The darkness of the room lit by the door opening and a figure stepped inside. It returned to blackness travesti porno as the door closed again. The figure moved to the bed and reached out a hand. He felt soft fingers touch his chest, rubbing over it before working down to his cock. They ran all over it and his balls before curling around his shaft. Slowly the hand began to pull him, his shaft thickening and growing with each tug. He heard her suck in her breath when he hand slid the entire length of his erect cock. The hand left his cock and the woman departed the way she came, leaving him in darkness again with a throbbing cock. A minute or two later, the next woman came in. Like the first one, she stroked him for a minute or two and just when he thought she was done, the hand gripped his shaft and he felt a warm mouth cover the head. It slid down his shaft twice before it was gone. One by one, the remaining women entered, felt him and left. Only one stood out. As she was pulling his cock, he heard a rustle of material and then a whimper. Through the vibrations of her hand and the bed with her leg pressed against it, he could tell she was rubbing herself at the same time. She didn’t cum before leaving but he could tell she was very aroused.

His employer came in and turned on a lamp. It was time for the prize winner. The room could be lit. After all it was a full try out.

“You have a lot of very happy faces out there.” She said to him. “Do the next one like you have me and you’ll be rolling in it my dear.” Getting up off the bed, she ran her fingernails along the shaft of his cock and left.

He was sitting naked on the edge of the bed when the winner came in, barefoot and dressed in one of his employer’s robes. Standing up, he met her beside the bed. Undoing her robe, he slid it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She was middle aged and on the plump side but she wore her weight well. Her body was curvaceous with full round breasts and very arousing. Her pussy was shaved with plump outer lips forming a beautiful crease between them. He could feel his cock stiffening just looking at her. Moving behind her, he pressed against her bottom and slid a hand around her to caress her breast. His other hand reached around and stroked the top of her thigh, working up to the shaved pussy at the top. His fingers nearing her pussy, she moved her feet apart, opening up her thighs giving his access to the already wet cunt between them. Slowly his fingers stroked up and down her wet lips before sinking between them onto her clit. She moaned softly and pushed her rear back against the hard cock pressed against it. He kissed the nape of her neck as he rubbed her hard clit until she was shaking in his arms. Ready to be fucked, he turned her and laid her on the edge of the bed. She raised her legs and he opened them up and let his cock rest along her pussy. Pressing the top of his cock, he rubbed the hard shaft along the length of her aching cunt.

“Oh God!” she cried, wanting his cock so badly she was quivering. Sliding his cock down her pussy, he pressed the head into her opening. She sucked in her breath, waiting for him to enter her. He pushed forward, forcing his cock inside her tight opening.

“Oh shit!” she cried out in pain and pleasure, her eyes wide with the feel of being stretched so wide open. Starting to thrust, he fed more and more of his cock into her. Smooth strokes of cock sliding deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out loudly with each deeper thrust, her cunt on fire with arousal, wanting more and more of his hardness in her. Now they were fucking hard with all of him inside her. His balls slapping her ass as her hips worked her pussy, fucking him back.

Out in the living room they all sat in silence, listening to the cries coming from the other room. They were the cries of a woman being fucked hard by a big cock. Some were finding it hard to sit still; all of them with wet aroused pussies. Suddenly one woman got up and made for the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet and still xhamster porno hearing the cries from the bedroom, she pulled down her panties, opened her legs and began frantically rubbing between them. Within seconds, she was jerking and shaking on the toilet as she came hard.

In the bedroom, she was sobbing on the bad, her legs shaking out of control with his cock still jammed in her. He slid out and pulled her up off the bed. Quickly, he turned her around and bent her over. With her standing legs apart on the floor and resting on her elbows on the bed, he moved behind her and rammed his hard cock back into her pussy. She moaned loudly as he entered her again, the feel of his cock back in her pussy exciting her already aroused pussy further.

“Oh God, fuck me!” she yelled, bracing herself for the hard battering against her ass to come. Holding her hips, he thrust with all his might into her, making her cry out loud each time his cock slid deep.

“Fuck it!” said one of the women in the living room, unable to take any more of the fucking sounds coming from the bedroom. Opening her legs, she put a hand up under her skirt and started to rub herself through her panties. The other women watched on as she slid her hand down inside the front of her panties and started furiously rubbing her clit. They all stared, unable to take their eyes from between her legs. The sight of her masturbating and the sounds from the bedroom had all of their pussies drenched. She came with a loud roar of release and collapsed back in her chair with her hand still down the front of her panties.

Consumed with lust and a primal need to cum, he fucked her hard. She was howling with the intensity of his cock thrusting inside her. He could feel it coming. His balls rose up and the numbness enveloped him as he came deep in her pussy, his cock pulsing out thick cum in her depths. She was done too and collapsed on the bed, her pussy bulging with contractions, her gaped opening snapping open and shut uncontrollably. Dressing, he left her to recover and returned to his room for a drink and a shower. Undoubtedly, he would get a visit later with the results of the afternoon’s events.

He was sitting on the bed propped against the headboard with a drink when the inevitable knock came at the door. Calling out for her to come in, she entered the room smiling and sat on the edge of the bed. Helping herself to a drink from the bottle on the bedside table, she took a sip and turned to him.

“Well, you’ve certainly made quite an impression. You had two of them masturbating and the prize winner could hardly walk afterwards. You must have fucked the shit out of her.” she said laughing. He smiled and took a sip of his drink. He really had fucked the shit out of her.

“By the way, the one you fucked has a nice curvy body, does she have a nice pussy too?” she asked.

“Very nice, why, do you fancy a bit of it as well?”

“I might do.” She said with a mischievous smile.

“Anyway, back to the drinks party” She continued. “It seems that I might be lending out my driver quite a bit. You can expect some very good tips I think.” She said taking another sip of her drink.

“Let’s celebrate then.” He replied, getting up off the bed and refreshing their drinks before sitting back down beside her.

“They weren’t the only ones you made wet listening to you fuck.” She said with an amorous look on her face. Putting down his drink, he unzipped the back of her dress. She stood up and lifted it off over her head and unclipped her bra letting it drop to the floor as he unbuttoned his shirt. Squatting in front of him in just her panties, she undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He lifted off the bed and she pulled his pants off. Still squatting, she opened his legs and moved between them. Taking hold of his flaccid cock, she placed her mouth over the end of it. He leaned back on his elbows as she began to suck him hard, her mouth and tongue working up and down his stiffening shaft and swelling head. Hearing his arousal at his cock hardening in her mouth, she reached down and slipped her hand inside her panties, rubbing her wet slit as she fucked him with her mouth. Needing to feel his cock inside her throbbing pussy, she withdrew her mouth, stood up and pulled down her panties.

“Now fuck me like you did her.” She commanded.

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What Friends Are For

The front doorbell rang, Chris went to the door.

It was Harry, a friend from the snooker club.

“Hi Harry,” said Chris. “Come in. What can I do for you?”

“What are you doing next weekend?” asked Harry.

“Nothing special, as far as I know!” Said Chris, “Why do you ask?”

“Well,” said Harry, “I was supposed to be taking my lady friend to see a show in the West End next weekend, but she’s had to go up North, to visit her sister who isn’t very well. Rather than waste the tickets, I thought you might like to take Mia. They’re good seats, and I don’t want anything for the tickets.”

“What show is it?” asked Chris.

He knew that Harry’s tastes were a bit different from his own, and he didn’t want to commit himself to something he wouldn’t want to see. Harry was a widower, his lady friend was a divorcee. They were both about 50 years old and Chris thought that he was unlikely to enjoy the sort of show they would like!

“Oh, it’s that new musical everybody is raving about.” said Harry.

Chris thought that probably the only people raving about it would be others in Harry and his lady friend’s age bracket.

“Thanks for thinking of us Harry, but musicals are really not my scene!” said Chris.

“Oh dear,” said Harry, “I know Mia likes musicals, so I thought it would be nice for her.”

“Yes, she does like musicals, but I really don’t enjoy them at all,” said Chris, feeling a bit mean about not wanting to take his wife to a West End show. Then he had a thought, “Tell you what Harry, if Mia wants to go, why don’t you take her!”

“Oh, I don’t think I could do that,” said Harry. “The tickets are for Saturday evening. By the time the show finishes and we get out of the theatre, it would be very late for getting home to Suffolk. Even if there was a train that late! I had booked a room at the Strand Palace Hotel, overnight, and intended to come home Sunday after lunch.”

“That’s a shame,” said Chris. “Look, let me have a word with Mia, she might still want to go if you can change the room for two singles.”

“Do you really think so?” said Harry. “Would you be alright with that?”

“Of course, I’d be alright with it. I know you’d look after Mia properly.” said Chris. “I can’t make any promises though, I can’t speak for Mia, but I will ask her!”

“Thanks, Chris,” said Harry. “Let me know as soon as you can, so I can sort the hotel out.”

Mia, Chris’ wife, was out shopping. When she came back Chris told her about Harry’s offer and his own suggestion.

Chris was surprised to find that his wife was quite keen on the idea!

“I would love to see the show,” she said. “I haven’t been to London for ages, and I quite like Harry, he’s good company and young for his age.”

“Right,” said Chris, “I’ll call him and make sure he’s sorted the hotel out. Don’t you keep him out too late though, or you’ll tire the old boy out.”

“He’s only 50,” said Mia, “That’s only 14 years older than me!”

“Yes, I was forgetting that you’re so much older than me,” said Chris with a grin. At 32, he was a whole 4 years younger than the lovely Mia!

“I wonder what I should wear,” said Mia, “I suppose we’ll be out for dinner as well, so I’d better take something smart for the evening.”

“Your black cocktail dress plus the usual trimmings would be right.” said Chris. “With your black silk evening jacket over it.”

“Good idea,” she said.

Chris phoned Harry and gave him the good news. He asked him how he’d got on with the hotel booking.

“Oh, yes! They said it would be fine, and they’d give us two singles next to each other,” said Harry. “I’ll make sure Mia has a good time.”

Saturday morning arrived. Harry came to lunch and the three of them had a light meal together. Chris remarked how excited Mia was, and she said, with a smile, “It’s not every day a married woman gets taken on a date, is it!”

Soon after lunch, Harry and Mia left to get the train to London.

Chris noticed how sexy she looked in her tight jumper, jeans, boots and soft leather jacket. With her 35, 25, 36 figure she looked great. He sometimes forgot how attractive she was.

Chris was going to spend the evening at the snooker club tournament, and have a few beers, he reckoned he was going to have more fun than Mia!

Harry and Mia caught the train to Liverpool Street station, in central London. Then they took a taxi to the Strand Palace hotel.

When they got to the reception desk, they had a problem. There was no record of Harry’s call, changing the double room for two singles, and they were now fully booked!

Harry gaziantep escort was crestfallen, they were not going to get to enjoy their fun weekend after all.

Mia was practical. “Does the room have twin beds?” she asked.

“No,” came the reply, “It’s a king size double! But there is a sofa, if that helps!”

“Can we see the room, please?” she asked.

“Yes, of course, I’ll get someone to take you up.” Was the reply.

When they got to the room Mia exclaimed that it was beautiful, with great views over the surrounding area. The bed was a very comfortable king size, but the sofa seemed a bit small for sleeping on!

“I don’t mind it being small, “said Harry “If you don’t mind sharing the room.”

“Yes, it’s OK,” said Mia. She wasn’t going to miss the show if she could help it! “Whatever you do, don’t tell Chris we shared a room.” she said.

When they were on their own in the room, Harry said, “I’m so sorry Mia, I did phone and ask them to change the booking, honestly!”

“Are you sure you didn’t just want to lure me into your boudoir,” said Mia with a wicked grin.

“No, honestly!” said Harry, then he realised she was only pulling his leg. “Mind you,” he thought to himself, “I certainly wouldn’t mind getting her into that big bed,” and he found himself getting slightly aroused, and felt his face redden!

Mia saw him blush and was sorry that she’d embarrassed him. She put her hands on his shoulders and gave him a small kiss on the lips, “No problem,” said Mia. “Now, where are you taking me for dinner on our date?”

Harry explained that the show was an early evening performance, so he thought that they could go to dinner after it finished. They could have tea in the hotel before they left for the theatre.

“Do you like Chinese food, Mia?” he asked.

“I love Chinese food,” she replied.

“Well, I thought we might go to Chinatown after the theatre,” said Harry, “and go to one of the Chinese restaurants there.”

“Oh, I would love it!” said Mia, and she gave him a hug!

They went to the hotel’s tearoom for refreshments, then back to their room to change for the evening.

Harry, opted to change in the large bathroom after a shower, but Mia said that he’d spoil his clothes with the steam and spray. She’d have a shower first, while Harry got his clothes ready. Then Harry could go in the shower, while she got dressed. Harry could get dressed while Mia turned her back!

Mia laid her evening clothes on the bed, took her bathrobe, and went into the bathroom to undress. She brought her clothes back out, dressed only in her bathrobe, before returning to the bathroom to shower.

Harry couldn’t help snatching a look at her lovely, milky white, firm breasts, when the bathrobe gaped open as she put her day clothes in the wardrobe. Then, as she turned to go to the bathroom, he got a flash of her pussy with a small triangle of pubic hair just above it. “She keeps it nicely trimmed,” he thought. He had to turn away to hide his erection from her!

While Mia was in the bathroom, Harry got undressed and put on his robe. He could hear the shower running and imagined how Mia must look with the water running down her lovely body. His cock was erect again!

Mia soon returned, looking pink and fresh. “Your turn,” she said. “I’ll get dressed while you are in there, and I’ll do my hair and makeup, at the dressing table.

While Harry was in the bathroom, Mia got dressed for the evening. She put on a black lace bra and panty set. The bra was half cup as her cocktail dress was cut low at the front. The panties were very brief and, as with the bra, were see through!

She checked herself in the mirror, seeing how her nipples, pubes and pussy were clearly on display. She loved this lingerie!

She completed her underwear with a pair of dark coloured hold up stockings with black lacy tops. When she put on her dress, she noticed that the short skirt only just covered her stocking tops when she was sitting!

Harry showered and soon returned. Mia was busy making herself even more beautiful.

“Keep your back turned,” he warned her. “I’m going to get dressed now!”

“Ok,” she said, “I won’t peek!” But she angled herself so she could see him in the dressing table mirror. She wanted to see if he kept himself fit, as he always seemed so trim and upright!

Harry discarded the bathrobe and Mia took a deep breath. He had no underwear on under the robe and, as he bent to pick up his boxers from the bed, she saw his cock swing down. It was big, in fact it was very big. Bigger than Chris’! It had to be 8 inches long and fairly thick. It was a magnificent cock!

She was so busy looking at his cock that she almost forgot to check out his body! He was in good shape, a bit of thickening at the waist (he was fifty after all) but otherwise a fine figure of a man!

Her eyes went back to his cock again, just as he was pulling his boxers up. “Wow,” she said to herself, “I wonder what that would be like inside me.” His girlfriend, Peggy, was a lucky girl!

Mia put the finishing touches to her makeup. She couldn’t get the sight of Harry’s cock out of her mind, she realised that her nipples were hard in her lacy bra, and her pussy was moist!

“Must stop thinking about it.” she thought.

“Come on Harry,” she said, “We’ll be late if you don’t hurry.”

Harry was dressed apart from his tie and jacket. He was wearing a nice grey lounge suit with dark brown slip on shoes.

He was doing up his tie. “Here, let me help you,” said Mia, “pulling the knot tight and straightening it out. She had her hands on his chest, he smelled good. “You’ll do,” she said, kissing her fingertips and placing them on his lips. “Let’s Go!”

They took a taxi to the theatre. They had good seats and the show was marvellous. Mia enjoyed every minute of it!

After the theatre they walked to Chinatown.

It was a lovely warm evening. The lights in the bars and restaurant windows were bright and colourful and there were coloured lanterns suspended above the streets. Many of the buildings were decorated with Chinese dragons and had Chinese style gates. Some of the street signs were written in both English and Chinese.

They chose a restaurant, and enjoyed a very good meal, with a bottle of Champagne.

“Let’s walk back to the hotel,” said Mia, “I’m enjoying myself so much, I want to make the most of it!”

“Ok,” said Harry, “why don’t we have a stroll through Soho?”

“Oh, yes, let’s do that,” said Mia, “it’s so sleazy!”

She put her arm through Harry’s and hugged him. She was having fun and Champagne always made her happy and relaxed.

As they walked through Soho, they passed lap dancing clubs, strip clubs and shops, selling all manner of sex aids, still open despite the late hour!

Mia was amused by the number of small cards pinned up outside some of the building entrances advertising ‘Model’s Services’, ‘Sexy Massage’, ‘French Lessons’, etc.

The photos displayed outside the strip clubs were turning Mia on. “Can we go into a strip club?” she asked. “I’ve always wondered what they were like!”

“They’re a bit sleazy,” said Harry, “Don’t tell Chris that I took you into one and corrupted you during our date!”

“You haven’t yet!” said Mia, looking at him with an impish smile!

Harry paid the entrance fee and the girl taking the money gave Mia a funny look! “She doesn’t look like a working girl,” she thought, “what’s she doing down here?”

Downstairs in the club it was dark, except for the brightly lit stage. Mia could make out the outlines of the audience in the reflected light, and she noticed that there were no other women there!

There were empty seats in the front row and Mia led Harry straight to two of these. They settled into their seats just as the show began.

On the stage there was a pole for dancing and a single divan bed with a scarlet cover.

Music began to play, and a young woman with large soft breasts and a shapely backside, came onto the stage, dressed only in sparkly lingerie. She writhed and undulated around the thick chrome plated pole in the centre of the stage. She performed some painful looking moves and after a while removed her bra and tossed it to the side. She continued to ‘dance’ a while longer before removing her panties, then started to rub her completely shaven pussy up and down on the pole!

“She’s getting more out of it than the audience,” Mia whispered in Harry’s ear. “Do you think she gets paid for it as well?” Harry chuckled!

A couple of other pole dancing acts followed, pretty much as the first act, and none of the girls looked as if they enjoyed what they were doing.

Then an attractive, and totally naked couple, came onto the stage. They started to dance sensuously to soft music and began to rub themselves on each other’s bodies. They caressed and stroked each other, and both became aroused. Her nipples visibly hardened and stood out stiffly from her nicely shaped breasts, while his cock swelled to a good length and stood out straight from his underbelly!

The girl took hold of the man’s cock and made as if to lick it, without actually making contact. She opened her mouth, as if to take it in, but turned her head away at the last moment.

The man kissed the girl’s nipples but didn’t suck them as expected but kissed down towards her shaven pussy. He stopped short of her clitoris, but she threw her head back as if he had sucked hard on it!

After a few minutes they moved to the bed and began to have simulated sex. They were very good, moving and writhing on the bed in such a way, that the audience couldn’t be sure if they were actually making love or not.

At the end of their act, as he positioned himself, and began to lower his body as if to penetrate her, the stage lights dimmed slowly to darkness!

As the house lights came up, the couple took a bow at the front of the stage and walked off to deserved applause!

Mia found that she was holding her breath, she was thoroughly aroused. Her nipples were swollen inside her bra and her pussy was wet. She wanted to see more but that was the end of the show.

As Mia and Harry climbed the stairs to leave the club, she was groped two or three times by men around her in the semi darkness, on her breasts and between her legs. She didn’t mind at all!

Back on the street Mia turned to Harry and said, “I loved that, I wonder why more women don’t go to see those shows.”

“I don’t think many women are as open minded as you are, Mia.” Said Harry.

“More fool them,” she replied!

Harry and Mia continued their walk back to the Strand Palace Hotel. They arrived in time to get a nightcap at the hotel bar.

Mia had really enjoyed her date, the show had been great, the visit to Chinatown with dinner very interesting and enjoyable. As for the visit to the strip club, she was still buzzing. Every time she thought about the couple’s erotic dance, she felt a bit light headed and horny!

Finally, it was time to go to bed. As they went up to their room, Harry was not looking forward to sleeping on the sofa.

He wasn’t at all upset about having to share a room with Mia, but if he got a look at her semi naked, or lightly clad body again, he might be embarrassed and have to try relieving himself without her noticing!

Mia was wishing Chris was there, she felt so horny she would have dragged him straight to bed to fuck him, frantically. She wouldn’t even be able to masturbate, with Harry sleeping on the sofa, in case he heard her.

As she thought about Harry, a vision of his substantial cock and fit body popped into her mind!

Harry usually slept in just a pair of boxers, tonight he would keep his boxers on and wear a tee shirt as well, in deference to Mia.

He removed his shoes and socks, hung his jacket up and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. In the bathroom he removed his trousers, then hung them up when he returned to the bedroom.

Mia had brought a pink silk, nightdress. It was her favourite night wear. It was figure hugging in all the right places, and she loved the feeling of the silk on her body.

She hung her jacket in the wardrobe, then went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She would leave her make up until she showered in the morning.

She thought it would be fun to undress in front of Harry, so when she returned to the bedroom, she unzipped her dress, wriggled it down so it dropped to the floor, and stepped out of it!

She rolled her stockings down and took them off, then removed her bra and let her gorgeous breasts swing free. She hesitated with her fingers in the waist of her panties and decided to keep them on. Then she slipped the silk nightdress on.

She didn’t look at Harry, and at first, didn’t know if he was actually watching her, until she glanced in the dressing table mirror, and saw the huge bulge that had formed in the front of his boxers. She felt her nipples growing hard, she knew that he couldn’t miss seeing them making points in the silk nightdress!

Harry was desperately trying to hide his raging hard on! Keeping his back to Mia he went to the wardrobe and took the spare pillows and bedcover over to the sofa.

Mia said, “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Harry. I enjoyed everything so much and I really enjoyed your company. It was the best date ever!”

“You made it fun, Mia.” said Harry. “You were the best partner I could’ve had for the evening. It’s a good job you’re already married, I think I have fallen in love with you”!

Mia giggled. “You shouldn’t say things like that,” she said in a soft voice. “But we did have fun together, didn’t we?”

Harry turned the main room lights out, leaving just the two dim lights on each side of the bed.

Mia got into bed, sliding under the bedcover, and lay her head on the pillows.

Harry lay down on the sofa with his legs drawn up, due to the shortness of it. He pulled the spare bedcover over himself. It was very uncomfortable, and he had only just laid down! It was going to be a long night!

Mia turned the bedside lights out, “Goodnight Harry,” she said.

“Goodnight Mia,” said Harry.

Mia lay on her back, her hand automatically slid down her front and pulled her nightdress up. She cupped her pussy and slid two fingers into her wetness. She was far away from sleep, she wanted to be fucked.

She began to finger herself slowly, trying not to make a noise, so Harry wouldn’t hear. As she rubbed her clitoris, she couldn’t help making a little gasp, she hoped Harry hadn’t heard it.

Harry had heard Mia gasp, he’d seen her hard nipples making little mounds in the front of her nightdress as she got into bed. He knew that she was aroused, and probably rubbing herself off. He was wishing it was his hand on her pussy, and his fingers inside her.

Suddenly the lights each side of the bed came on and, in a husky voice, Mia said,”Come to bed please Harry, I need you!”

Harry knew he shouldn’t, this was his friend’s wife, but he had a deep need of her which he wanted to satisfy. He needed her, too!

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I apologize in advance. This series was to be vignettes from visits to Las Vegas, not long stories. But I decided to break this story into two parts, so 04 will be a continuation of this submission.

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“You are aware that these guys probably want to see some of the shows, you know topless places?” Brett asked his wife. “Plus, we’ll be at the show every day so you’ll be on your own.”

Stacy laughed, “Of course I know that. Tell me one other reason they always have these shows and conventions in Vegas…ok, gambling. But I’m a big girl now. All grown up and I can handle being on my own or seeing a bare breast,” she looked down at her bust, “You realize I have looked in the mirror. Look, if you think I’ll be a distraction, say so, but I’ve always wanted to just visit the city, the Strip. I’ve been to Vegas many times but always because of shoots and those are so exhausting.”

Brett sighed, his eyes straying to his wife’s impressive chest, “All I’m saying is…never mind. I’ll check with Dave.” He kissed Stacy and headed out to his car. He wasn’t worried about Stacy’s ability to take care of herself, but the guys always had everything planned out. He was sure Dave had tickets to each show they were going to see already, had reservations at every restaurant. He was the most organized person he’d ever met. Plus, this would make it a lot harder to hit the tables with her around, not that she didn’t like him gambling since he did it infrequently, just that he could go all night. And as much as he loved having sex with Stacy he also suspected she wanted to come along as she never could go more than a day without his cock inside her. He mentally went through the conversation with his boss.

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“That’s great! I’ve been trying to get my wife to come along, but she says sitting around all day waiting for me then suffering through business dinners and recaps of the day sounds a lot less than what a vacation should be. I would think it might lighten things up. I’ll tell the others that their wives are welcome. We could use a bit of diversity on our trips.”

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“Ok, Dave said yes, in fact, he was thrilled you’re coming with us. I expected I’d have to cover the room difference, you know and food. But he said he’d cover it. We just need to pay for your plane ticket.”

“Yay!” she grinned, “What should I pack for some of the shows? Should I try to blend in, you know a lot of skin and feathers? I know that’s not going to happen, those feathery hats are just too unmanageable. Seriously, though, It will be warm, the 80s every day so I’ll wear my most comfortable dresses and shorts.”

Brett groaned thinking how his boss and co-workers would react if Stacy wore some of her lower cut dresses and tops. She denied it, but she was definitely an exhibitionist, “I guess,” he shrugged, “When in Rome….” She made a memorable first impression. He thought back to when he’d first seen her. Senior year at UMass. He’d gone out alone since all his friends were cramming, his girlfriend and he had mutually parted ways and as he’d already finished his exams, he went to shoot pool and have a beer. The only other person in the rec center was this stunning blonde…out of his league girl. Tall, slender, except for her large breasts and nicely flared hips. Tight tee-shirt, tight little shorts, long legs, very little left to the imagination. He normally would never have had the nerve to talk to any girl as beautiful as she was, but he wanted to shoot pool against someone and well, she was it. He was a bit shocked when she smiled and eagerly accepted. A year later she accepted the ring and a few months after that she said, “I do”…the kiss at the altar had to have given the minister a chubby.

He’d often seen both his co-workers and neighbors try to get her alone, then, as her modeling career took off, she was often stopped on the street by guys asking if they knew her, their eyes taking in all of her while totally ignoring him. It both excited him and made him a bit jealous, but she never once seemed to lead them on but was unfailingly polite and nice.

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“I’ll see you after the show? What are your plans for the day?” Brett asked as he was about to head out, “Dave has dinner reservations at the Edge, it’s a great steakhouse.”

Stacy trotted over to the dresser and pulled out her skimpy bikini, “The pool. I was going to relax, read and work on my tan. I haven’t been by a pool in months.”

Brett stopped and looked at the tiny pieces of fabric, “Um, perhaps you want to go shopping, check out the different casinos?”

“I will tomorrow. I really do want to see the entire Strip but today I want to blob by the pool…go, go have fun at your show. I’ll be fine,” she laughed, “I’ll make sure they all use protection if they’re cute,” she laughed. “Now go. Don’t think another thought about some stranger plying gaziantep escort me with drink since that’s never been necessary.”

Brett just shook his head and headed out, “I’ll see you around 5.” He mulled over how she always seemed to know how to make his cock throb by teasing him with her fantasy of cheating. He knew she’d never…had never, but she always knew exactly what to say.

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Stacy spent considerable time rubbing sunscreen on every inch of her skin coming from sea level. She’d experienced burns before at altitude and didn’t want a repeat.

“Hey, let me help you. You missed a spot.”

Stacy turned and saw a college boy, maybe 20 or 21. She handed him the spray bottle, “Please. I’m flexible but I can never be sure I reached everywhere. I’m Stacy, by the way.”

“Drew. Are you here alone?” he looked around.

“I am at the pool alone, but not in Vegas. My husband is over at the Convention Center.” She lay down on her stomach. “Thanks. I really have to burn.” She wondered how this boy appreciated her near nudity with simply her thong and a couple of strings holding the top on.

Drew sprayed the lotion on his hands and rubbed the lotion onto her feet, between her toes and up onto her calves. As he worked the sunscreen in, he studied the girl’s creamy cheeks. He wondered how old she was. 20? 25? She had the ass of a 16-year-old, but tits of a 25-year-old. He wondered how married she was. As he worked his way up her legs, she parted them to more easily cover her inner thighs. The thin material barely covered her pussy and he could easily make out her tight lips. His cock was becoming an issue as he thought about the possibilities. He made sure to cover all exposed skin so she doesn’t burn which made the throbbing worse.

Stacy knew the effect she was having on the boy but also on her as she felt a swelling in her pussy, resisting humping the lounge chair. “You’re really good at this,” she sighed, “and your hands are really strong and huge, do you do massages?” she sighed. Then as he moved higher,

“but as nice as this is, only my husband is allowed where your fingers are now,” she said softly as his fingers stroked the edges of the thin strip of fabric, “or at least for those buy me dinner.”

Drew laughed and slid his hands from her crotch onto her ass, “Sorry, didn’t want you to burn. But, yes I do massages. I’m a trainer back home and I’ve had to massage many a person, though I prefer massage as foreplay,” he grinned. “So, interested in a massage?”

Stacy looked back at the boy, her eyes flicking down to the pronounced bulge, “If I were single, yes. Am I causing that?”

“Sorry,” the boy blushed, “Sometimes it gets me in trouble, but most of the time it brings great pleasure to my partners, ok, and to me.” His hands slid onto the girl’s ass. “Damn, you have a tight ass, you must run or work out.” He kneaded her butt muscles and felt his cock harden more as she perceptively ground her pelvis once against the chair. He thought about asking her to lunch, perhaps a drink or two then up to his room. As he stroked her back and came to the strap, he untied it without asking and paused seeing those massive tits bulging out.

“I do work out, but I’m afraid to say most of this is just genetics, can’t take credit for it.” She reached back and untied the string around her neck and considered straying for the first time. She’d never had hands that large on her before and her glance back told her there was a possibility that the old adage about the correlation between hand size and penis size might have some validity. She put her arms out above her head as the boy worked the lotion down her ribs and on her side-boobs. “I think my breasts are pretty well covered,” she chuckled as the boy spent a bit more time there.

“They say you should put sun-screen on under your suit also since most clothing has very low or no SPF rating,” he said as he worked up to her neck.

“Really? Are you just saying that? Is this an attempt to grope me, I mean grope me more than you already have?”

“I’m serious, but you’re right. It would be totally inappropriate. On the other hand, how are you going to do that yourself? Sit up and expose yourself?”

Stacy thought about it and looked around. There were few people at the pool, in fact, the only others were a couple under an umbrella reading. “I could prop myself on one elbow…oh hell, be fast,” she sighed as she raised herself onto her elbows. She let out a gasp as those strong hands came around, gripping her breasts and rubbing the lotion in. She felt his hot breath against the back of her neck as his manipulation of her nipples sent jolts of pleasure straight into her vagina. She was both intrigued by how intense this was and wanting to put a stop to it.

Drew had large hands, but he couldn’t possibly contain the masses of flesh dangling underneath her. He had to get more lotion as there was too much flesh to cover. He heard her short breaths…he loved women with ultra-sensitive nipples and knew he was very close to getting her upstairs to his room, married or not. He forced himself to sit back, slapping her ass as he did, “There, you’re ready for whatever the sun has in for you…except perhaps for under the front of your bottoms.”

She’d become lost in the intense feeling shooting from her nipples to her crotch and lay back down, tying her top back on. She was ready to say yes had he suggested the massage again but just thanked him as he climbed off the chaise. Clearing her head of erotic thoughts, she looked at him, “I’ll stay on my stomach then, thanks for your concern. You should dive in and get that snake of yours under control.” She looked at the massive bulge, “I’m really sorry that I can’t do anything with that,” she said as she stared at it while her mind was fighting her throbbing pussy. “I’d say I wished I were single, or a less faithful wife, but I do love Brett, but I’m not sure it would work anyhow.”

“Why? What do you mean?” the boy asked.

“Ok, this is a lot more information than I would normally tell a perfect stranger, but I’ve been with a few men and most are, well, small to average. All have had trouble getting inside me and have told me that I have a really small vagina. I’ve never had a large cock so I’m not sure…you know,” she said blushing, “But it’s moot anyhow.”

Drew grinned, “Hey, I understand. Your husband is a really lucky guy,” he hesitated, “but now I feel like this is a challenge. Aren’t you curious? I mean just to try? I know I’d like to. I’d see if it fits, then pull out.”

“You have no idea…” she said softly, “but I just can’t. There are just things I’d never be able to live with. Sorry.”

She watched the boy dive in and swim around feeling like she missed an opportunity. She looked over at the couple who’d put their books down and were watching her before quickly picking their books back up. ‘Oh great! I just flashed strangers and let a strange boy grope my boobs, what else am I going to do?’ she thought. She put her head down and fantasized how she’d greet Brett fully naked, suck on his cock and then have him slamming into her eager pussy before heading for dinner. Then after that, she’d lube up her ass and make him an offer he can’t refuse.

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Stacy got to her room after a few hours by the pool. Drew had laid down on the chaise next to her and they’d had a good conversation about each other and he’d respected her married status. There were a couple of times when he’d climbed out of the pool and the shorts draped across his large member that she might have acquiesced had he suggested they go back to his room. ‘Damn it, Brett! Why is your show all day?’ she thought, ‘but then again. I did invite myself,’ she thought as she went out on the balcony and looked out. She saw Drew lying on his back, eyes closed enjoying the sun. ‘Christ! His cock must be eight inches soft. Look at it outlined against his leg.’ She realized her hand had slid over her bikini bottoms, so she fled back into the room, stripped off her clothes and climbed into the shower.

Drew peered up marking the balcony and felt like grinning seeing the beautiful woman studying him, her hand rubbing her pussy. That unobtainable…at least unobtainable today pussy. 8th floor, seven rooms from the end of the hall. It’s possible…probable since she’s here all week.

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Brett was distracted all day thinking about Stacy. He knew she would never cheat on him, but he also knew she had a very strong sex drive.

He thought all day about guys buying her drinks, offering to put on sunscreen, playing in the pool, their hands all over her. Of course, there as no denying the effect her teasing and flirting had on him. His brother told him he was a fool to be marrying such a beautiful woman. She might be the truest, most faithful wife in the world, but every guy she meets will be subtly or overtly trying to seduce her. How much temptation can she withstand?

He thought back to the many times she’d been groped by various men, the VP who’d come over and suggested his wife could be a huge help to his career; the new hire in the mailroom who’d ogled her breasts and Brett had subtly suggested he pair up on the waterslide and perhaps he’d accidentally cop a feel. Then Bill in sales who kept trying to get Stacy to check out his new Tesla at the company party. What happened between them behind the bushes at the neighborhood picnic last summer? He bit on his lower lip feeling his cock throb with these thoughts.

Finally, they headed out to get back to their rooms to get rid of their crap and change for dinner. Dave told them to meet in the lobby at 6:30 to head over to the steakhouse. Drew looked at his watch and thought about showering and changing. An hour and 15 minutes would be plenty. He hoped Stacy wouldn’t take long since she sometimes made them run late due to her preparations.

Stacy go up from the chair and gave Brett a hug, pressing her bare form against him, “How was your show…do we have time for a quickie?”

Brett pulled the naked woman into his arms, his cock getting instantly hard, “The show was…well, a show. You have no idea, I’ve thought about you all day. What got you wound up?”

“Um, well, perhaps I shouldn’t tell you,” she stroked the front of his pants.

Brett groaned, “Ok, now you have to.” He picked up his wife and tossed her on the bed. “Remember our rule, no secrets.” He climbed on top of and between her eagerly opening legs, “Or did you just want a spanking?” he asked as he ground his hardening cock against her.

“Oh wow! Door number one or door number two…Well, remember you reminded me to put sunscreen? Relax,” she said hearing his groan, “I made sure he used protection. Kidding, kidding, but a boy help put sunscreen on me.”

Brett had images of a strange man rubbing lotion on Stacy’s naked body and was shocked to feel a hard reaction from his crotch, “Ok, so it was just a good Samaritan helping you out, you know doing your back? A Boy Scout doing a good deed? Or a horny boy using this as an excuse to slip inside you?”

“Well, perhaps the last one,” she sighed as she pulled off her husband’s shirt and reached down to undo his pants, “I mean, at first it was the middle one, but this was no Boy Scout.” She stroked his rigid cock, “I think…no, I know he was trying to get me up to his room. His hands kept straying into areas reserved for you. Of course, told him I was married,” she said as she felt his cock as hard as he’d ever been, “He was very understanding but I let him…Oh, hell. He made sure my breasts didn’t burn,” she quickly finished.

Brett lifted himself up as Stacy pulled down his pants the rest of the way, then take him in her mouth. He groaned pleasurably wondering if she let him cum in her mouth this time, but as he felt himself getting close she flopped back and handed him the foil package, “Wait, what? Were you topless?” He pulled out the condom and rolled it on. Just once he’d like to have sex without one of these, but he found he could never last unless he dulled the pleasurable feeling of her great pussy. He was surprised how easily he slipped in but had a nagging feeling that perhaps he wasn’t the first today. Most of the time he’d have to spend time licking her and teasing her, and only then was he able to push his way in. He never complained as no other woman was nearly as tight as she was in his experience, but here she was, sopping wet and eager to get his cock but still incredibly tight.

“No, but I did take my top off, at least untied the strings so he could cover my back. I thought he was total bullshit but didn’t want to take the chance…oh, fuck you feel good inside me. Harder, fuck me harder,” she grunted.

He started slamming against her and as her legs opened wider welcoming his assault on her, he tried to drive as deeply as he could, he had trouble following the conversation but, “a chance of what?”

“That’s it, baby, fuck your bad wife. He told me most clothing was not SPF rated and I could burn through my top. It is really flimsy. I let him rub sunscreen on my bare breasts, I just propped myself on my elbows. Oh God! Wait…oh, not yet, Shit! I’m so close!” she held her husband as he spasmed his cum inside the rubber. Stroking his back, she sighed, “You’ve never cum that quickly before. I thought you’d be angry with me.”

Brett groaned feeling the ache in his balls fade and pulled out of his wife’s pussy. “Sorry, I have no idea what came over me. I am pissed that you let another man touch you, touch your breasts,” he said as he turned quickly to get tissues. He was baffled that what his faithful wife told him caused such a huge rush while also making him jealous. He handed her the tissues, pulling off the rubber from his still firm cock.

“You’re still hard. Where are you going,” she asked, “I haven’t cum, yet.”

Looking at his watch, he sighed, “We have to go. We need to shower and we’re meeting Dave and the others in a half-hour.” He pulled his wife to her feet, “We can talk about you letting other men fondle you tonight.”

Stacy groaned, “Shit. I’m so horny right now, can’t we blow off dinner and you can fuck your bad wife anyway you want?” she asked as she stroked her ass suggestively.

Brett stopped and looked at his wife, “Seriously? You’ve always told me, ‘Never gonna happen,’ are you that horny?”

“You have no idea. I’d so make it worth your while…” she purred as she stroked his fat cock, “stay and abuse me any way you want. Please? I’ll even let you fuck me without the rubber.” She sank to her knees and licked his shaft.

Brett thought about it, very tempted but stepped back, “Stacy, honey, you have no idea how tempting this is, but this is not just dinner. This will be also a business dinner. If you need to stay here…you know, take care of things,” he looked down at her, “or I will make you scream tonight.

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MaryJane Huffman walked out of the arrivals terminal toward the luggage carrel. She saw him right away, Not shabby at all. A real stud. He was maybe 6’2″, blond, clean cut, buff. A sign board he held in his hand was printed in a professionally done script she recognized as Copperplate Gothic. It read, “Mrs. M. Huffman.” But before she could respond to the sign, the very sexy looking guy looked at her and smiled, “Mrs. Huffman, I presume.”

She smiled back and nodded. So far so good. Very good.

Walking towards the carrel which was now clanking its way around, he asked, “Was the trip comfortable?”

“It certainly was,” she replied, smiling broadly back at him.

With a practiced ease, he retrieved the bag she pointed out to him as being hers, and they began walking towards the parking area. “My name is Ray Massey. Your picture was faxed to us so that I was able to recognize you easily.” They stood at a white LandRover with the initials, L.L.L.tastefully lettered on its door, done in the same gothic script as her name had been written out. He put her luggage in the back of the car and ushered MaryJane into the passenger seat. She noticed that he car was spotless. It smelled brand- new-car clean.

Well, here she was, on her way to Landon’s Lady Lavorotica.

The ride, as was everything about her trip so far, was lovely. The road they were on was smooth and not heavily travelled. The other cars on the road all seemed new and freshly waxed. The landscape she saw through the window was clean, tasteful and well tended.

She looked over at the driver, at Ray Massey who was driving carefully, an easy smile on his face. “L.L.L.’s motto, ‘WHENEVER, WHEREEVER, HOWEVER, WITH WHOMEVER,’ she asked him, “does it mean what it says?”

“Exactly,” Ray replied, still smiling. He kept his eyes on the road, didn’t glance at her, but his smile never diminished.

The motto referred, of course, to sex. That’s what she was here for, for sex, to get fucked, to have her body pleasured, to have her libido satisfied, whenever, wherever, however and with whomever she desired. That was why Landon’s Lady Lavorotica existed.

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MaryJane Huffman had learned about Landon’s in a whispered conversation with the mother of one of her students.

Clarissa Rivere had invited MaryJane to tea one day after a PTA meeting at Our Lady of Sweet Tidings where MaryJane taught and Mrs. Rivere’s Anna Marie was a student. Mrs. Rivere had been blunt. “I am sure,” she told MaryJane as she held her tea gaziantep escort cup, pinky extended as etiquette required, “that you are one of us, a person with an especially active libido.” Mrs. Rivere, continuing her explanation, had never come close to using the word “slut,” but MaryJane understood immediately that Mrs. Rivere had recognized a confrere, a fellow slut. She listened attentively as Mrs. Rivere told her about Landon’s, a resort that was unique, built for and existing for one purpose, to pleasure sluts.

But, it wasn’t until MaryJane had won the Diocesan raffle which was held every six months as a means of providing a bonus to at least one its lucky teachers that she investigated Landon’s further and met with the Landon spokesperson to whom MaryJane had been recommended by Mrs. Rivere.

MaryJane followed the raffle win and the meeting by cashing in her retirement account from Holy Mother, her previous employer. She then added a bit of money from a trust fund left to her by an aunt. All together, the Landon’s enrollment had cost quite a bit of money, but, MaryJane thought, it would be worth every cent if the visit turned out to be as good as promised.

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“We’ll be there in a few minutes,” Ray said.

A minute or so after Ray’s statement, MaryJane Huffman was able to see the beautifully landscaped Landon facility. Far in the background, at the end of a long and winding road, she saw several cabins, each a different color, each gleaming, each surrounded by a garden,

“Will you be able to help me unpack and get settled when we arrive?” MaryJane asked.

“Most certainly,” he replied a big smile on his face.

The cabin she was shown into was gorgeous. Beautifully arranged flowers filled vases around the room. Restful art adorned the walls. It featured a large closet and two dressers. The king sized bed looked comfortable.

“Anything else? Would you like a tour of the Lavorotica?” Ray asked.

“Tell me, Ray,” MaryJane said, “is this room included in ‘WHEREEVER?”

Ray nodded yes. His smile remained.

MaryJane continued, “Is now contained in WHENEVER?”

Ray nodded yes again. His smile, if anything, grew wider.

MaryJane returned the smile. “And are you among the WHOMEVER?”

He nodded yes once again.

MaryJane moved closer.

It was not much more than a minute later, and they were both lying on the bed, unclothed, smiling, She was pleased to note that his cock was quite long. It was pleasingly plump, circumcised, clean. She held it in her hand. It felt good and firm, hefty. She felt his hand touch her breast, his fingers brush lightly against her nipples. His other hand played along the folds of her labia, slowly moving towards her clitoris. MaryJane felt her inner labia begin to open, her vagina begin to become wet. “HOWEVER?” MaryJane murmured.

“You got it,” she heard Ray say.

Not a moment later, as he responded to the slight pressure she exerted on the top of his head, she felt him lower himself on the bed until his lips were kissing her cunt lips. A few seconds later, he was kissing the tip of her clitoris. Then he was running his tongue over the shaft of her throbbing clit. She felt his hand holding the rounded globe of her ass. She wanted to say something, but all that would come from her mouth was a long oooooooou sound, a deep purr, and a growl of pleasure.

Her hands gripped at his muscled shoulders as he continued to pleasure her clit and labia with his tongue. His fingers explored her vagina. She felt her breathing quicken, her stomach muscles tense, became rigid.

She let go of his shoulder and threw her arms upward, over her head, stretching her torso and inviting him to slide his body up until they were face to face and his tongue, tasting of her cunt juice, was in her mouth.

They kissed, their foreheads rubbing. Their noses slid up and down against each the other’s

And then MaryJane Huffman felt the glory of his cock as she held it in her hand and helped slowly glide it past the lips of her vulva and deep into the wet pink of her ravenous cunt.

The fucking began!

######

MaryJane Huffman was someplace just an inch or so away from heaven. Her hair was in wild disarray, sweaty wet, scattered around her head, tossed this way and that way. Drool dripped from the corners of her mouth, and she didn’t care. Her neck was extended. Her tits were swollen, her nipples hard. She wrapped her tremblingly alive legs around his and they just fucked and fucked away. So far, so good.

More than good.

She gripped his shoulder as tight as she was able, pulling his body to press against hers. She felt his beautiful cock slip and slide, bounce and bound in and out of her cunt.

She told him, “Slow,” and his movements into and out of her cunt eased from six per second to a super slow motion once every two seconds.

She told him, “Push,” and his pubic bone pushed against hers, grinding sweet pleasure to her clit and from there up through her torso.

“Good, good, good, good,” she kept on repeating as she felt heat from deep in her cunt rush out to her vulva, her mons pubis and then upwards and downwards to warm her whole body in a pink glow.

Her mind, her body, her soul, she felt, were engulfed in a world teeming with pleasure. And she and Ray continued fucking. And they fucked some more. And more. In and out, down and up, around and around his cock touched everywhere and every way in her cunt and she came and came and came.

She couldn’t stop coming. She didn’t want to stop coming until, at last, she heard him grunt and felt him discharge his cum into her cunt.

He rolled his body off of hers. MaryJane and Ray lay next to each other breathing heavily, allowing themselves to come back to earth slowly.

MaryJane Huffman felt sooooo good. She inhaled the smell of sex that filled the room, her sweat, her juice, his sweat, his semen. “Was everything my councilor told me about Landon as true as what I’ve experienced so far?” she Asked Ray.

“Yes,” he answered.

“How do you know?” she asked, “You weren’t there when she spoke to me.”

“Did your councilor say that pigs could fly?” he replied.

“No.”

“Then what she told you was true.”

“Is everyone here as good as you are?” MaryJane asked.

Until now, neither had moved. Now, Ray raised himself enough to lean on his elbow. He looked down at her. “Some better, I’ve been told,” he said. He remained smiling.

Her smile back at him indicated a bit of doubt that other Landon employees could match his expertise.

“Some much better, I’ve been told,” he said.

“Can I repeat the fucking outside of this room?” MaryJane asked.

“Anywhere,” Ray answered.

“With you?”

“Yes.”

“With you and others?”

“As many as you require,” he told her.

“Anyway?” was he next question.

“Between your toes if that is your desire,” he said.

Asking her questions seemed to have exhausted MaryJane Huffman. She just lay there, her body spread and relaxed, the sweat on her skin drying, his discharge dribbling from her cunt.

“Would you like a tour of our facility?” Ray asked MaryJane.

“Could we do what we just did again first?” she asked him.

“For sure,” he replied.

MaryJane Huffman, a serene smile of satisfaction lending a warm glow to her face, reached her hand out to touch Ray’s cock and help it to tumescence.

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PART TWO OF MRS. HUFFMAN’S VISIT TO LANDON”S LAVOROTICA CONTINUES NEXT WEEK AS CHAPTER 13 OF “WHAT AM I DOING HERE?.”

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This is how it started. I’m dressed up for a Saturday night – denim skirt, way too short, and a thin semi-transparent camisole under a gauzy cotton shirt, high boots. I’d left my long red hair loose and curly. The night with my boyfriend had devolved into the usual stupidity. I’d left impulsively – after another fight – determined to get away. It didn’t matter where I was going or what I was wearing. I just drove.

My luck unfolded in a bizarre way. First of all, I get a flat tire in the middle of the desert– of course, my asshole boyfriend had taken my spare and never replaced it. Two men in a van stop to give me a lift… great. Without air-conditioning… not so great. My hair was damp with sweat and I wished that I had something to pull it back with. It’s so hot. The baking kind of heat the desert makes. When the air rushes in through the windows, it dries your eyeballs, but does nothing in the way of cooling you off.

The road in the desert was dead straight. You barely had to look where you were going. These two guys had been attempting to play cards while they were driving. They’d had to give it up once I came in, as I had to sit in the spot where they were trying to balance the cards, next to the console between the two seats.

One, kind of soft and angelic looking; the other, the driver, was harder, darker. Meaner even. I didn’t get a good look at him. He was all business. It was obvious he hadn’t wanted to stop – didn’t want to be slowed down by picking up a passenger. Neither of them said anything to me other than “Flat tire, huh. Bad luck.” The dark-haired guy barely glanced at me. The other guy said, “It ain’t much, but it’s moving.” I laughed, and said, “Thanks, you’re saving my life.”

I squeezed myself into the area beside the steering column on the floor between the two front seats, leaned back, and closed my eyes. It was many, many miles to the nearest town.

Night

Time passed. I don’t know how much. I was in that state just before dozing off – the adrenaline keeping me going had long since worn off. In my half-asleep state, I had been tugging at the blanket that was crumpled partially under me, so that I could put it under my head. I jolted awake when I realized that part of it was wedged underneath the dark-haired man’s leg. As I pulled the blanket, his leg jerked up, and collided with my forearm. With the motion of the car, I lost my balance, and fell fully into the side of him. I had to grab his thigh to steady myself. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

“Sorry,” I said. “It’s all right,” he answered, in a smoky drawl of a voice. As he spoke, he grabbed the edge of the blanket and tossed it roughly behind my head. He then turned away from the road to look directly at me. It was the first time I had seen his face and I was taken aback. The man was striking – black hair raked back over his forehead, with flecks of gray, dark eyebrows, well defined cheekbones, a full mouth, a startling red. He looked full at me; frowning slightly, and gazing at me with eyes that I felt go right through me. The most amazing eyes I had ever seen – yellow green – almost golden. His look went on a little longer than it should. His gaze penetrated, held me, seemed to quiz me, “What the hell are you doing out here?” I was transfixed – pulled in by those twin golden tractor beams. I felt a stab of electric energy shoot inward from my eyes through the central core of my body and down between my legs. I felt breathless and warm. His eyes took in the rest of me, traveling briefly downward – and I was suddenly aware of how completely inappropriately I was dressed.

At my thighs, his eyes lingered for a moment; I pulled down my skirt a bit. He raised his eyebrows a fraction, then looked away quickly. “I left the house in a hurry,” I said. “I guess,” he gaziantep escort answered, and went back to driving.

It was starting to get dark. The drivers changed places. We drove in the darkness. There was no way I could sleep. Every inch of my skin vibrated with the memory of the look he had given me. My head, my heart, my soul, my being, was tuned into that signal. The transmitter was the beautiful, dark-haired man with the yellow green eyes, who now slept in the chair a foot away from me.

He was tall, and barely fit into the space allotted. His long legs, in tightly fitting denim, gleamed in the dark. The position looked uncomfortable, but he was asleep and oblivious. Replaying in my mind was the sharp physical memory of my hands on his thigh. I barely slept –all night I was conscious of how close he was to me. I couldn’t will my heart to stop beating in triple time, and was barely able to stop the urge to reach out and touch his hand, lying inches from my cheek, relaxed, defenseless, in sleep. A big silver ring on one finger had a cast of a gorilla’s face, open mouth in mid-screech, the face almost saying to me – go ahead, do it. I dare you.

Morning

It was about 9 o’ clock. The other man was asleep in the back of the van. The dark man had gotten out and walked into the desert a few yards from the highway, and stoo there, staring out. The weather had cooled – his white shirt was open, half-tucked into his jeans, and fluttering slightly in the breeze. He lit a cigarette and just stood there smoking. I was trying to calm myself down, mentally shaking myself for the way I was feeling so drawn to him. Crazy. I mean, who were these guys anyway? They could be criminals, anything. Who knew what all that stuff was in the back of the van.

I got out of the van,leaned against the side and watched him. He turned his head toward me suddenly, as though he could sense that I was looking at him. We stood there staring at each other, for minutes, hours, centuries. Then, to break the spell, he waved his cigarette – pointed to the pack in his pocket, offering me one. It didn’t seem like a good time to say I don’t smoke, so I walked over to him. He had already taken one out of the pack, and was lighting it for me. As he passed me the cigarette, his fingers touched mine, warm, and dry. He wasn’t quick to pull them away, but lingered for a moment with our fingers in contact – skin to skin. The spark I felt was almost enough to knock me off my feet. Blood was rushing in my ears; my heart was pounding. I managed to take the cigarette and stood there, completely awkward, watching the smoke curl upward around my fingers, thinking it was impossible that he couldn’t hear the screaming in my head, “No, that’s not what I want! That’s not what I want! You must know – you must know what I want!” I felt faint, as though I was about to float up into the sky, and disappear without a trace.

When I finally made myself look up at him – Christ, he was so much taller that me – those amazing golden eyes were looking directly into mine. His face was too beautiful, too perfect, and one corner of his mouth was turned up a bit in a smile. He glanced at my fingers, holding the cigarette awkwardly, “You don’t really smoke do you?” and kind of laughed, a soft little snort. Devastating smile. I shook my head, and smiled a bit, feeling ridiculous, like he’d found me out. “Yeah, I’m trying to quit too,” he said. I tried to laugh. My hands went hot, then cold. He took a last drag from his cigarette, and tossed it away onto the sand. He stood and stared at me for a minute, those eyes, intense, alive, questioning me. My eyes answered, “yes, yes, yes,” they were signaling. “I want you – I want you so much, you can’t imagine.” He licked his bottom lip, and took a step toward me, mere inches separating us now. He sighed, shook his head slowly, slowly, while the rest of his body was rigid, rooted to the spot. We stood there on the sand, breathing together. Moments passed while we studied each other, not knowing whether to scream or laugh or run away.

He broke the silence. “Oh, fuck,” he said, finally, and took a step towards me. He caught the edges of my shirt with his fingers, and holding tightly to the fabric, pulled me towards him, reeling me in, saying softly, “Come here.” His expression soft, and serious, pulling me closer and closer. Then, his hands were on my face – on either side, his long fingers pressing my temples. Turning back was impossible. He bent down toward me so our faces were close, then he paused, with his lips less than an inch from mine and whispered, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Who are you anyway?” With the sound of his whispered voice and his proximity to me, my knees buckled for a moment, then I recovered, “Just a woman you found in the desert,” I breathed, standing on my toes and arching myself slightly forward, so our bodies were almost chest to chest, I could feel the metal of his belt as it pressed against my belly. His hand came down to caress my shoulder, my arm – the other hand went around my waist, under my shirt until he found my breast. I let out a moan, a sigh, as I let my knee move forward to come between his open legs, pressing the front of my thigh into his crotch, feeling him hard under the denim of his pants. A fierce thrill shot up through me. I seemed to lift several inches in the air, transported by the energy crackling around us – all desire, unmistakable, unstoppable.

I touched the side of his cheek. Felt the hardness of his cheekbone, his skin–melting warmth. He tilted his head downward to meet my hand, opened his mouth to catch my index finger, taking it inside his mouth, slowly sucking the length of it, finishing with a short lick at the tip with his tongue.

There was nothing in my mind now, but a blind desire. I took my hand behind his head, to the base of his skull, my fingers curling through his thick, soft hair and pulled his head downward hard toward me, so that I could put my mouth where I wanted it – on his. His lips pressed down on mine, hard at first, like the relief of a satisfied hunger. Then softly, moving slightly, barely brushing mine, slightly parted.

His arms came around my back, pulling me tighter to him, compressing my breasts hard into his chest, nothing between us but the thin layers of our clothing. We rushed headlong into the heat and inevitability of the kisses – our lips together, his tongue coming out to trace the edge of my lip, then to lightly lick the soft wet inner part. I took a deep sudden breath, as I felt him press his pelvis into mine, his hips moving forward, tensing, grinding – it was all hardness, softness and warmth in a delirious sensation of soft, sweet wetness. His mouth and mine, meeting, pulling away briefly, only to meet again, with ever more urgency.

His hands went down, around my hips, to my thighs, beneath my skirt, which was now hiked up around the top of my legs, then in one swift, sudden motion he grasped me with both hands under my ass, and hoisted my body up onto him to balance on his thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist. He held me tight there as he took a breath, and buried his head into my neck, almost gasping. “We can’t stay here like this, a car just went by.” I let myself fall into him as he pulled me higher onto him. I clasped my arms around his neck as he steadied himself, my feet locking together around the small of his back, wrapped tightly onto him, His strong hands and arms supporting my sleight weight, holding me to him as he walked back to the van, finally propping us against the side, away from the road.

“What about…” I asked. “Don’t worry, he’s a sound sleeper,” he answered, breathing heavily. I was beyond caring, anyway, as he was now pulling my arms out of my shirt, lifting it over my head to reveal my breasts, with nipples hard, under the thin camisole. He pushed the camisole fabric upward over my breasts, and bent down to suck, first one, then the other, tracing his tongue in circles around the nipples. I was in an agony of delight with the feel of his mouth and tongue. Trembling, I thought my legs would fail me, but he kept me propped up with the force of his hands and thighs, lifting me to my tiptoes. I pressed my pelvis upward towards his, moving up and down, my body opening to him, wanting him to be in me – but wanting the exquisite agony of his touch to go on forever.

My hands traveled the surface of his back, snaked down the sides, to his waist. His thighs pressed into me, his cock hard inside his jeans, forcing me into the sidewall of the van. I lifted myself up to meet him – how much longer could I go without him in me? I couldn’t bear it. My hands went inside his shirt, found his smooth naked skin, felt his arms, his back, warm and hard. Then his thighs, tensed, hard beyond hard, my hands traveled down the length of them. And finally to the front, pulling at his belt, tugging at the leather, finding the end and pulling it free. Now the button, now the zipper, as he kissed my hair, my neck, my shoulders, my breasts.

Then he reached suddenly down and yanked my panties off me, so that I was free and dripping – waiting for him to come into me. His cock was out of his jeans and in my hands, the fierceness, the hardness of it made me catch my breath, as he lowered himself down, so that I could let him enter me. I cried out as soon as I felt it touch me, the sweetness, the throbbing inside my pussy almost unbearable, as I spread my legs and lowered myself onto him, so that he filled me completely. My legs were rigid with the effort of standing. His arms were strong and tight around me, holding me up off the ground, as he moved inside me, groaning, breathing hard into my ears. He sucked my neck as he thrust.

Then back to my lips kissing, kissing hard, then my nipples, cupping my breasts, biting and sucking so that I felt the blood rushing impossibly, throbbing hard throughout my entire being. I thrust my pelvis into him harder and harder as I knew I couldn’t hang on any longer. Waves and waves of pleasure pulsated through my entire body as I pounded against him, wanting him deeper and deeper in me. Arching my mound into his pelvic bone, my pelvis tilting into his to feel the exquisite pleasure of coming with him still hard inside me, my pussy tightening around his thick cock. He groaned as he listened to my involuntary cries.

“Oh god, not so loud, baby – he doesn’t sleep that soundly,” he gasped. Then he lost himself in his own pleasure, grabbed me fiercely around my ass, pulling me hard onto his cock as he thrust up against me, pounding me into the side of the van. I went along for his ride, rising up with him. Pinpoints of desire starting up again like pricks all over my body, wanting him deeper and deeper in me as he filled me to the core again. He came, flooding my insides with his heat, releasing a low groan and a long exhalation of breath, his hard breathing, his mouth next to my ear, panting, kissing my hair. Finally both of us drenched, standing against the van, panting. Our legs barely able to support us. We stood there and breathed together.

Consciousness returned for both of us as we heard a car go by on the road. We both laughed gently as we realized what a ridiculous position we were in, half-naked on a highway, leaning up against a van, with a man sleeping inside.

He gave me a long, lingering kiss, then stroked my hair, winding the curls around his fingers, smiling as he murmured, “I guess we’d better hit the road.”

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Hello, this is my story.

My name is George. I am 31 year old bachelor who still lives at home with mother. Mother is a very strong willed person and I am a weak willed person.

I finally summoned the courage to enter a Cat House. I went to the lady at the desk telling her I wanted to rent a prostitute. I barely got the words out of my mouth before a wave of nausea hit me, I managed to fight off puking but I broke into a sweat. The lady was very kind and considerate.

She had me sit down and had one of the other ladies sitting there get me a glass of water.

“Is this you first time honey?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay you relax Suzi here will help you.”

“Yes ma’am.”

My mouth was so dry I could hardly speak. My hands were shaking. My mind was blank. Guilt paralyzed me as I thought of my sin against God. I thought I would fall down but Suzi’s kindness kept me up.

Her room was on the first floor.

When I entered it was was amazed to fond that there was nothing gaudy about it. It looked like any other woman’s bedroom one might walk into and she even had a Bible on one of her night stands.

“Before you ask, I do read it and I go to service every Sunday. I am a proustite not a heathen.”

“You seem very kind and compassionate.”

“Thank you.

“Take that jacket off before you pass out on me.”

I handed her the jacket which she hung on a hanger

“What is your name?”

George ma’am.”

“Call me Suzi, not ma’am.”

“Okay Suzi.”

“I am going to remove your shoes and socks George.”

She laid on the bed with her arm supporting her head. Looking at me.

“Ever kiss a woman on the lips George?”

“Never Suzi.”

“Come here, it is about time you did.”

She kissed me on the lips to my surprise I kissed her back like it was the most natural thing to do in the world. We kissed several times.

“Now George I want you to run your hand over my body. Places you feel comfortable with and the naughty gaziantep escort places you want and can touch. Lets kiss while you feel me.”

I ran my hand over her hip and the side of one buttock, went up her waist and her side. When I encountered her breast there was another conflict within me but I yielded to temptation and ran my hand over it. It was so soft that I had to hold it a squeeze it a bit. Suzi moaned.

“I moaned because I liked what you were doing to me. You are cute George.”

“Thank you Suzi.”

“Now I want you to undress me. When you cannot do it, leave it but I urge you to push the limits of your comfort zone.”

I’ve dreamed about stripping a woman and now I was actually doing it. But my hand were shaking and my fingers wouldn’t work.

“Relax George.” She took my hand and held it till the shaking stopped.

I could then strip her. When I uncovered her breast I was struck with amazement. They were beautiful. When it came to her panties it was harder for me to hook my thumbs in to take them down.

“Relax George.”

That steeled me to remove them. So I pulled them down. It was the first pussy I ever saw. It was pretty.

“You stripped me naked George. I think you told Annie and me a story when you said you didn’t have any experience with a woman.”

“If you felt the way my heart was beating now, you would know I wasn’t lying.”

“Just kidding George.” She kissed my cheek.

“Now it my turn to have some fun.”

Stripped me like a pro but when she came to the point of removing my boxers she stopped to ask if it was okay with me. I shook my head yes, then my boxers came down and my do-do came out.

“Don’t you cover yourself George. Let it hang out so I can see it.

“George! HOW dare you hide that from the girls. You have a beautiful penis. Lord, I see you getting erect right before my eyes. If that’s what I am doing to you, I feel very proud of myself.”

“Now for the copulation. Feel my pussy to see if I am wet.”

“You are wet.”

“I see you are hard so let’s get at it. If you can. I don’t want to have to call the EMT’s because you passed out on me.”

“I can do this Suzi.”

“Okay,” she get on the center of the bed and lays down on her back and open her legs. “George get between my legs and come up close.”

I followed her instructions. She take hold of my cock and guides me to her opening.

“Now push George.” I do finding a hold accepts me instinctively I push all the way in.

“George your cock feels great in me. MMMmmmmm”

“Okay now in and out.”

But I wanted to love her. I wasn’t going to be denied. So as I am fucking her I’m also kissing and hold her and foundling her.

“O George what are you doing to me? I feel your love encompassing me. God this feels good.”

Eventually I cum inside her after I do we lay together for awhile talking and kissing.

“Time for you to go.”

“What do I owe you?”

“$750.”

“That all?”

“Yes because I like you George. You have a lot of love to give some lucky woman.”

“Okay, but I do home repair on the side. You gave me you have a huge discount, so I’ll give you one. I am bonded and licensed here’s my card. Don’t hesitate to call.”

“Suzi, I really don’t know what love is, but after tonight, I do feel a close bond with you.”

I kiss her then leave.

She haunted me though. Being with her that night with her instilled confidence in me. I moved out of Ma’s house. Began dating select women. They noticed the change at work so when my supervisor passed away suddenly, I was given his position.

One Saturday afternoon is hear my cell phone ring. There was a message from a M. S. Waterford. “Need help. Please message back.” I did even though I had no idea who M. S. Waterford was but I messaged back: “Where do you live? What is your problem?” response came back immediately, “Water every where. The address is: 1075 N. Oak Ct., Jacobstowne.” Messaged back, “See you in 15.”

Pulling up to the curb a pretty young mother comes out followed by a 2 y/o, a 3 y/o and no more then a 5 y/o right behind. I look at the woman again, its Suzi!

We exchanged pleasantries. She led me to the problem, her basement had 3 foot of water in it. Eventually I found out that the city’s main into the house broke. I called the city a to come out and turn off the water at the street.

Wow did she have a mess. The water washed away a section of her cinderblock wall and the house was beginning to tilt. She has to get out the structure is no sound.

To make a long story short, I talked her into moving in with me for awhile largely because she didn’t have any other option since the City Engineer came by an condemned the house because part of the foundation was washed away.

After a couple of days of hectic work we got her and her family moved into my place. I had room and to spare so her coming in was just fill up empty space. But she warned me, “You will regret doing this.”

“Why?”

“You do not know how noisy small children can be. That’s why.”

“We couldn’t get to her bedroom furniture out because the house was breaking up over the hole. So she lost all her clothes.

Finally one night about 10 days later, we lay in my bed talking.

“My kids and I have been in your house for 10 plus days. You haven’t demanded any payment of any kind. I thought you would have at least demanded some pussy but you didn’t even demand that. What gives with you? Don’t you want to fuck me anymore after you found out the truth about me?”

“I still want you but I cannot demand anything. I can ask and you can submit or not submit, but I cannot coerce you for any number of reasons.”

“You are smart. I noticed that about you when we first lay together. I also noticed that you live by a strong moral code. So what are you waiting for? Ask me.”

“Ask you what?”

“You cannot be that dense!”

“O, I get it. Mary will you have sex with me?”

“Yes. With pleasure. Now get naked because you’ve made me wait these 10 days.”

The end?

If I can come up with a story line to continue this saga, I will add, “to be continued.”

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This is Chapter 13 out of a total 17. You will enjoy this more if you read the previous chapters first.

* * * * *

I spent the next day trying to concentrate on my work despite the complex set of experiences of the previous few, culminating in finger-fucking my boss after watching her masturbate in front of me. Not quite an ‘ordinary day at the office’. In fact, I hadn’t had what most people would describe as an ‘ordinary day’ since I’d arrived back in England several months previously. I was thoroughly enjoying my work but was looking for more responsibilities and some longer-term objectives. But as long as I was the ‘Mystery Shopper’ I could adopt only limited roles within the company so as to not arouse suspicion. I seemed, however, to be arousing almost everything else in sight including myself.

So, next week looked like this:

Monday – Mystery Shopping a competitor’s new store in Cambridge.

Tuesday – Visit to a national erotic merchandise show in Birmingham.

Wednesday – Photo Shoot with the Passionella contract photographer

Thursday – Visit to an exhibition of 20th century underwear at one of London’s great museums

Friday – nothing planned but expecting to have several orgasms

I needed a quiet weekend to recover and to take stock so I didn’t see anyone and caught up on some reading and some sleep. And I made a commitment to my over-worked pussy of no-orgasms-for-the-whole-weekend despite a deep desire to experiment with my recently-acquired toys.

* * * * *

The Erotica show on the Tuesday was enlightening, enabling me to see the latest trends and offerings in the professional end of the lingerie/leisure & pleasure-wear/performance-wear market. The third prong of Linda’s new strategy was going to meet some stiff competition! Everywhere were models on catwalks and stands wearing (or not wearing) the most revealing, concealing, constraining and restraining male and female fun-wear imaginable, amongst which the exact purpose or enjoyment of some I could not fathom. Some were clearly aimed at prostitutes, lap-dancers and strippers although many manufacturers were seeking retail outlets too. I made copious voice-notes and took away vivid images and some ideas too.

Tuesday evening I was becoming restless, having avoided all sexual activity since the previous Thursday with Linda, and my pussy and my hormones were vying for attention. I had promised myself an early night so I would be fresh for a long day at the studio but I slept fitfully and got up at 6 to have time to shower, shave and ready myself. I did not need to take any clothes or accessories, as everything would be provided. I arrived early, buoyed along by the prospect of an exciting new adventure.

I was not disappointed. I spent a fascinating day at the studio during which I was attended to by some very sexy ladies, wore some highly erotic items including some from the new product ranges and experienced things I never imagined. That day was also a very significant landmark in my sexual development. I could hardly wait to see the results although some of the shots would be quite shocking and I was nervous about Linda seeing them. I dared not to encounter her for fear of what she might say, so I immersed myself in my work. I spent a lot of time in the provincial stores, so much so that I sensed that one or two of the Dems were becoming suspicious so I had to make up ever less plausible explanations as to why I needed to buy so much lingerie.

Then one day, I received a blind copy of an e-mail from Linda to her Dems:

‘I have been making a point of speaking with a cross-section of our clients recently, ostensibly to gather feedback on the test marketing of some new lines. But I’ve also solicited their views on the performance of you, our highly-valued sales demonstrators. The over-riding message I have received is that the company non-contact rules are unnecessarily restrictive. Many of our newer, younger clients lead more liberal and risk-taking lifestyles and are ready for more intimate experiences behind closed doors.

So, from now, I am leaving the nature of activity and the degree of intimacy in the store changing rooms, and in the Private Rooms at PROM, entirely to your own discretion. Bare-skin contact with and between all parts of the body is now permitted. Up to 3 clients will be allowed in a room with one or more Passionella employees at any one time and up to 3 clients may be left alone in PROM Private Rooms, but not in a store changing room for safety and insurance reasons.

Dems will not be disciplined if they choose to maintain their own level of modesty and discretion. If you feel that this new policy will put undue pressure on you, alternative work assignments will be offered.

You will need to make very careful judgements before offering or allowing increased levels of activity. Client ‘Fees’ will continue to be levied in the form of supplements added to garment prices and will be set to reflect bursa escort the specialist nature of the service we provide especially to the more demanding and adventurous clients. You will be more that adequately rewarded.

I want to take this opportunity to thank you for your continued commitment to Passionella UK. If you have any questions or would like some one-to-one coaching, please speak to your responsible Personal Shopper.

Very warmest wishes, Linda’

So, at last, Linda has not just relaxed the LDT rule, she has scrapped it completely!

I’d hardly finished reading the message when my phone rang. It was Rachel. We chatted for a while and she asked if I’d heard about the new rules. She sounded very excited and told me something else: “The Private Rooms are to be much more widely available to clients outside Launch Events and small invitation-only parties will be organised on a regular basis.” She was obviously reading aloud.

“And who’s got the new job as co-ordinator of all these new initiatives?” she continued.

I guessed right; Rachel herself, and she sounded so very pleased.

Then she told me that Linda wanted to see me that same day, at 3:00 pm, to discuss some new responsibilities and to arrange some training.

When I arrived at PROM, Rachel greeted me with a broad smile and a new hairstyle. She was brimming with enthusiasm for her new role as special events co-ordinator and her inner feelings of greater self-worth manifested themselves on the surface in her facial expression, the way she stood and talked and smiled. In short, she looked even more gorgeous than usual. She wore a burgundy jacket with nothing under it, as usual, except one of her trademark power-lift deep-cleavage bras that pushed together her so, so firm breasts, clearly visible between the plunging lapels of her single-button jacket. She wore matching hipster trousers that showed off plenty of gently-rounded tummy as her jacket parted again below its solitary, straining fastening.

“Rachel, dearest, where has all that lovely hair gone?” I demanded, as she turned her back to me to show off a very sophisticated, sharply-styled bob cut. The massive volume of her hair allowed her to carry off her new hairstyle to perfection. She looked more mature, and even more alluring than before.

“It had to go; it’s all on the salon floor now. It was too time-consuming to look after; I’d never have kept it tidy now I’m to be ‘Special Events Co-ordinator, Passionella UK’.” She obviously liked the sound of her new job title and was taking every opportunity to use it.

Rachel took me up to Linda’s office and showed me in.

Linda greeted me with a Mediterranean kiss-on-both-cheeks and we sat next to each other on the sofa as we chatted. She quickly introduced the central topic of discussion and explained:

“You will know from my New Strategy letter to my staff, and from your modelling session at Diane’s studio …”

Linda looked deep into my eyes for several long seconds, glanced down at my mouth a couple of times then back up to my eyes, sending and receiving stronger communications than words could ever express. She’d obviously seen the photos. Then she continued:

” … that we are introducing several lines of Fetish Fashion wear.”

I nodded.

“Well,” she elaborated, “in order to be able to demonstrate these lines adequately, and to attract the right clientele, I want to equip the one Private Room in a sympathetic and appropriate style. And I’d like you to take on this, and some other special projects. You must maintain your cover as a valued Passionella client for as long as possible, although I know some of the Dems are becoming suspicious.”

I nodded in agreement.

Linda explained what she had in mind. “The room will be called Black and the décor and ‘equipment’ must evoke restraint and domination, whilst retaining good taste and sophistication.”

I nodded again.

“You will need to research the latest trends so you should spend time in and around the better-class fetish clubs and also read up as much as possible on popular practices and on equipment suppliers & installers. You might like to befriend Diane, the photographer, as she is something of an aficionado herself and may have some good tips and contacts. You have a virtually unlimited budget but very little time. Rachel is organising a special invitation-only party as part the launch of Pleasure In Control in 4 weeks. You can co-opt help from my staff if you need some, er, Guinea Pigs, to try out the new room. Are you up for it?”

I agreed without hesitation, but Linda cautioned me. “You will still need to visit the outlets too, regularly. I need you to ensure that the Dems are meeting our high level of customer expectation, especially now I have relaxed the rules of engagement. Do you understand? You need to push the girls, to see how far they will go and what they will and won’t do for an important and high-spending bursa escort bayan customer like you. Do you realise what this means?” I said that I thought I did, but Linda put it more bluntly. “You must go out and fuck them in the changing rooms and send detailed written reports back to me. OK?”

“Er, well yes, sure. Sounds good to me,” I shrugged.

What a fantastic way to earn a living. And a very good living too. Doing something I enjoyed and getting paid for it. There were some Dems in particular whom I couldn’t wait to ‘Mystery Shop’.

“I know you’ll enjoy yourself, from what I’ve seen and heard about you.”

I wondered just what she’d seen and heard, and how.

“Come and see what you have to work with,” Linda insisted, as she opened a door opposite her office. This led to another, narrower flight of stairs and then a small corridor with doors on both sides. I felt uneasy and tried to speak but Linda shhh’d me. Then she opened the last small door and ushered me into … the one remaining unused Private Room. So, Linda had her own back stairs to the rooms. Like a Tradesmen’s Entrance, but without the ‘men’.

She explained without me having to ask. “This assures complete discretion for clients who do not want to be seen entering or leaving the Private Rooms with Passionella staff or with other clients. Not everyone is so brazen as Yasmin and Zöe.” I smiled.

“This is your empty canvas,” eulogised Linda.

The room was not completely empty, but contained only a reclining chair, just like the ones in White, Silver and Gold. I walked over and sat in it. It was very comfortable.

“I’ve already arranged for Charlotte to provide some training, so you get to understand and experience the full range of possibilities that my ‘Chair of Four Pleasures’ offers to the more adventurous. Friday at 7:30 p.m. OK?”

I entered the date and time into my organiser and invoked the Double-Undelete function so I could not possibly miss the appointment.

As I left the building, Rachel deliberately stood in the doorway so I had to turn sideways and squeeze past her to get out. I brushed against her breasts and she looked at me. “New job too?”

I smiled; she was making a pass at me.

“Let me know if you need some help, won’t you,” she breathed in a sexy, Marilyn Munroe voice, unbuttoning her jacket and pushing her half-naked breasts against mine. Shit, they felt so good, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them.

I met Diane outside her studio later that week as arranged. Stupidly, I’d expected her to be dressed in fetish wear as she emerged onto the street but she wore smart casual clothes that flattered her more mature figure. I’d chosen a tight-fitting black satin halter-neck cat-suit and matching high heeled boots with buckle straps up the front, the nearest I dared get to Fetish and still feel safe walking the streets. We chatted as we walked to the bookshop she had suggested but never once mentioned my photo session.

Diane chose the latest issues of some fetish-wear magazines and three books for me to read; I paid cash. Then we stopped outside a plain black door in a side-street. Diane phoned a number from her mobile and the door opened inwards. The doorman greeted Diane warmly by another name and looked me up and down before nodding us through. We climbed the dimly-lit stairs, which were carpeted in thick, lush black.

Diane led me into a small side room where she nonchalantly slipped off her day clothes to reveal her voluptuous body tightly clad in a one-piece cream leather corset that covered but exaggerated her breasts, matching leather tight-fitting panties and contrasting knee-length light brown boots. She looked fabulous.

Sitting at the bar sipping soft drinks, I felt I could have been anywhere. Small groups laughed and conversed animatedly and passing folk welcomed me politely. Some made intelligent conversation and others apologised before they spoke to Diane as an old friend. The only difference was that they all wore the most outrageous clothes I could never have imagined. No-one exposed so much as a nipple, let alone genitalia, but their clothes were so very, very sexy.

Some wore impossibly tight corsets that pinched in their waists to half their usual size. Others wore skin-tight outfits in every conceivable colour of leather and latex rubber. Some clients wore masks that covered some or all of their faces but others wore none so their faces were clearly and shamelessly visible. I felt outrageously over-dressed, or maybe underdressed, but Diane reassured me and put me totally at ease. She explained that tonight was just a normal club night with no activities planned, but she wanted me to see the ‘equipment’. She led me up another plush flight of stairs and through one of numerous archways into a ‘Pleasure Zone’

Here I was confronted by an alarming array of straps, buckles and chains.

“This is the type of facility that Linda bursa merkez escort wants you to create at her company HQ” she explained. It made sense – to cater for the sector of Passionella’s customers who want to experience fetish-fantasy for themselves but who couldn’t or wouldn’t frequent such a brazenly explicit club as this. Under cover of a respectable up-market lingerie retailer, they could push the boundaries within a safe and trusted environment. Hmm …

Diane invited me to try out some equipment. She showed me numerous ways in which I might be secured, immobile, to the walls, the floor or to wooden and metal contraptions. She attached my wrists, waist and ankles to some leather cuffs to a device that effortlessly lifted me off the floor. Then she invited me to help her into a sling-like small hammock suspended from a gantry, demonstrating how a partner might then gain unobstructed access to her breasts, her pussy and her butt. I was intrigued and asked to try but she looked at her watch.

“Not this time, but just take a look in here,” she countered. Through another arch was a large wooden X-shaped construction against one wall, with numerous cuffs and belts along its four arms. Diane showed me how it could be rotated about its central axis; its use was obvious. Also in this area were two benches, each shaped something akin to a horse saddle.

“Fuck-machines” explained Diane. She stood beside on of them and pressed a green button causing a short, thick dildo emerged from the top, near to one end. I shuddered at the thought of what that could do to its passenger (rider?), especially when I read the array of labels under the various controls: Speed, Depth, Rotation, Vibration, Pulse, Ejaculate, and ‘Pre-set Programmes’. Diane observed my interest but led me away, advising: “Maybe one day, when you’re truly ready.”

By now my pussy was ready for something; the thought of all this stuff in full use on a busy Saturday night had me hooked. Diane had to get away so I made my own way home, my mind racing and my pussy glowing in warm expectation. That night I drifted off to sleep with images of belts and cuffs filling my head.

At home the next day, I pored over the books and magazines I’d bought as well as the catalogues and portfolios of some of Diane’s contacts; manufacturers and retailers of some highly imaginative ‘play equipment.’ I made copious notes and started to formulate a plan for Black Private Room. I phoned around and obtained some rough prices so I could put together a budget for my project

The next evening I was due at PROM for my training with Charlotte. I was looking forward to that so I took an early night, this time finding it even more difficult to keep my hands off my own pleasure-zone.

* * * * *

Compared to the experiences of the previous week, my weekend was quiet and mundane, which was exactly what I needed. I went about my everyday activities, cooking, phoning friends and attending to my personal paperwork. I also tried to make sense of the barrage of new experiences and feelings I had encountered, relating them as best I could to my childhood, my previous relationships, my dreams and fantasies and my plans for the future, vague as they were.

I needed to regain my composure and my stamina as I had a busy, demanding few weeks ahead. Usually, Emma and Linda let me plan my own time. But I was under strict instructions to ‘mystery-shop’ several of the Dems to ensure they were implementing Linda’s relaxation of the LDT rule. I figured that Linda had put some of the Dems into one of two categories: Those who would feel inhibited, and therefore unwilling or unable to provide the very intimate services that Linda had vowed to provide to her most valued clients, and the over-zealous who might damage Passionella’s reputation for discretion and sensitivity. I went through the same exercise:

Category 1: Fiona, Danielle, Abigail?

Category 2: Stevie, Abigail?? Vikki?

I realised that, in order to report back to Linda, and regardless of which category they fell into, I had to lead them on. I had to establish where their limits were, what they were willing to do for me, with me and to me, in the fragile privacy of a store changing room. I had to provoke them, and to seduce them.

I spent many hours planning my strategy, different for each woman according to her personality and my previous encounters with her. I found the process to be both challenging but also very exciting. I sometimes drifted from planning into pure fantasy, imagining myself in most unlikely situations with these attractive and sensual colleagues, in which their behaviour became erotic in the extreme and absurdly daring as my fertile imagination explored the furthest corners of my desires.

My first visit took me to the Oxford St. store in London where I found mature, redhead Fiona arranging stock. She seemed genuinely pleased to see me and was polite, helpful and professional to a fault. But try as I might, I couldn’t persuade her to do any more than to help me undress and to compliment me on my appearance. I tried really hard but I was unable to seduce Fiona into so much as undressing, let alone engaging in close physical contact. Conservative Fiona was going to struggle with the new relaxed rules.

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Chapter 2: Hunger

The knock on the door eventually woke Laura up. Really, the knock had become more of a banging. Laura opened her eyes and was struck with how sore her body was; the back of her throat, her arm, and her abs all … ached.

“Holy shit,” she croaked. “I’ve got the flu.”

She tried to sit up, but the room spun around her. She gripped the side of her head and fell back into her comfy bed. Yes, the bed was safe.

The banging on the door continued.

“Laura?” squeaked someone from behind the door. “Are you alive?”

“Barely,” said Laura. Her voice was strained and cracking.

Laura lurched to the side and grabbed her cell phone. It was almost noon. “Holy shit,” she muttered. “The day’s almost over.”

More banging. “Laura? It’s Angelica. Can I come in?”

“Come in,” shouted Laura as loud as she could—apparently ‘as loud as she could’ was something like a smoker cough.

The door turned and Angelica came in, her hair was fairly messy. And was she out of breath? “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

Laura raised one arm and let it flop back to the comforter.

“Not feeling well?” asked Angelica. “We tried to wake you earlier today, but you didn’t respond.”

“I’m sick,” moaned Laura. On the second day. Can you call out sick on the second day of work? Especially after part of the job was to move into the place? Especially after you watched your boss get devoured by two gorgeous men who were also, somehow, your co-workers? Was there a precedent for this?

“I figured,” said Angelica. “Do you feel like eating? We can get Jacque to make something special for what you’re feeling.”

“Does he have morphine? I’d like morphine.”

Angelica laughed and moved to the large curtains on each side of Laura’s bed. She thrust them open and light flooded the room.

“There,” she sighed. “My mother used to say light kept away disease.”

“It also keeps away sleep.” Laura flung the comforter back over her head.

“You can sleep later. You need food.”

“I don’t feel like anything.”

“That’s because you haven’t eaten anything. We’ll give you something simple to earn back that appetite.”

“Are you going to ignore everything I say and do whatever you want?”

“Pretty much.”

Laura flipped the comforter off of her head. “Fine,” she sighed. “Just not meat, okay?”

“Bacon wrapped sausages, coming up.”

“Cute.”

Laura rolled over and grabbed her phone while Angelica stepped out. She had two missed calls from her father and seventeen missed calls from Claire, as well as fourteen angry text messages.

Holy shit. Claire. She didn’t know Laura was moving out. She must have freaked out when a bunch of strange men started loading Laura’s stuff into a van and carting it away. Why didn’t she think to message her and explain it? Well, shit.

She called Claire without hesitating. Claire answered on the first ring.

“You got some motherfucking explaining to do,” snapped her roommate.

“Calm down.”

“Are you hurt? Are you dead? Did someone kidnap you?”

“They did, but the only ransom they want is for you to calm down,” said Laura. Claire tended to be a drama queen. Everything was the end of the world or the best in the world. There was nothing in between.

Claire sighed into the phone. “What’s going on?” she asked.

“I got the job.”

“And you already got another apartment? Without me?”

“Sort of,” said Laura, looking around her room. Her stuff was already neatly put away and organized. It probably wasn’t just the way she liked it, but it was still kinder than dumping her stuff in the middle of the room. That’s precisely what Claire would have done.

“Then what?”

“She wanted me to move in with her.”

“Ohmygod, she’s a lesbian?”

“I doubt that very much,” muttered Laura. She sat up. Her strength was returning to her, but she still felt sore. She felt stiff. The slightest movement hurt, but it also stretched her and eased her discomfort.

“Then what?”

“It’s a perk of the job. I get to live in Camille Kontalban’s mansion.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know, right?” Laura smiled to herself. It felt strange to say aloud. It wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a fantasy. She really was living in a mansion as a personal copy editor to a successful writer. Sure, a crappy romance writer, but she was doing what she always wished she could do. She was part of something besides filling forms and flipping burgers.

“Holy shit,” repeated Claire.

“Yeah, it’s pretty great.”

“No, it’s awful. How am I supposed to pay rent without you?”

“With money?”

“No, Laura. I don’t make enough money to pay rent on my own.”

“Oh,” said Laura. She hadn’t considered Claire’s finances when she took the job or the room.

Laura looked around the room. What else hadn’t she thought about? What kind of writer makes their copy editor live with them? What kind of woman makes her copy editor watch her get off? Laura felt so caught up in the moment, escort bayan so excited to finally have a job, a real job, why hadn’t she thought this weird? This was weird.

“Sorry,” muttered Laura. Claire kept going on about finding a new apartment, but Laura’s mind was elsewhere. Claire would figure things out. She always did. But Laura, for the first time, was thinking about the new life she had signed up for. She was thinking about Graumann and the strange staff that now surrounded her, but most of all, she was thinking about Camille with her legs spread and her servants eager to please her.

And Marcilla. Who was she? Why did Camille use some unknown poet writing about yawns to get off to? What the hell was this whole freakshow and what it did it have to do with bad poetry? Laura felt a burning desire to get her hands on that book again, as though the book would explain everything going on. Once Laura could understand Marcilla, maybe she would understand Camille.

Or maybe she knew nothing.

“Hello?” asked Claire. “Are you there?”

“Uh, yeah,” muttered Laura. “I’m just not feeling well.”

“Yeah, you sound like shit.”

“Thanks.”

“You sick?”

“Nothing gets passed you,” said Laura.

“On your second day? How the hell does that work? Can you call out sick if you live where you work? And what if you’re not sick? Do you get fired for lying about calling out sick? Jesus, I’d hate that. I’d just die if I couldn’t call out sick whenever I was fucking fed up with Horatio and the bar. Speaking of which, he asked me out … again. I don’t belong to him or anything like after one-“

“Claire?” croaked Laura.
“Yeah?”

“It really hurts to talk right now.”

“Then just listen.”

“It hurts to sit up.”

“Then lay down.”

“It just hurts,” said Laura. “Everything hurts. I’m going to go. Okay? I’ll call you when I feel better.”

“You’re really leaving me out to dry here, Laura.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll help you find another apartment, I promise. Just not this very moment.”

There was a pause. Laura checked to see if Claire had hung up, but the line was still open. “Claire?” asked Laura.

“You’re not in trouble?” whispered Claire. “Just say ‘sweet Caroline’ if you’re not in trouble.”

Laura smiled. Old joke. “Goodbye, sweet Caroline.” She hung up.

Laura sat in bed and tried to decide if Camille was some sick murderer or sex trafficker, but she had no idea what a murderer or sex trafficker looked like or acted like. She knew that the simplest explanation was often the most correct one, so she didn’t let that train of thought distract her.

The evidence suggested that Camille was a sexual creature. She wrote novels about men with abs on abs for lonely housewives. She had men with abs on abs eat her out while listening to poetry. She was kinky. She was full of life. She was powerful. The simplest explanation was that this was either a power thing or a sex thing. Laura wasn’t going to sleep with Camille, even if Camille somehow thought she owned her new copy editor. Besides, Camille hadn’t shown any signs in her writing or bedroom that she liked women. And technically, Laura was in Camille’s power. The trick was not to let Camille get too much more power over her. Don’t become dependent on Camille.

Angelica knocked on the door, and Laura told her to come in. The petite blonde brought in a tray with a silver dome over the plate and a large glass of something green and thick.

Laura pointed to the drink. “Remember, I’m sick. I don’t want to become more sick.”

“It’s a power-smoothie,” said Angelica. “Lots of greens, especially spinach, orange juice, and a whole bunch of supplements to help you feel strong.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Nonsense,” said Angelica, putting the tray and drink on the end table next to Laura. “Jacque is a genius, and you’re sick. None of us want to catch what you have, so you need to take care of yourself.”

“Bosses’ orders?” asked Laura.

“Jacque’s orders. And you’ll find he’s much sterner than Miss K.”

Angelica lifted the dome off the platter to reveal a plate of scrambled eggs and something green mixed in with it.

“Eggs and spinach. Jacque said to keep it simple, and the spinach will really help to get the blood flowing.”

“Does he have any bread?

“Of course he does.”

“I want bread,” said Laura. She covered the plate with the dome.

“When you’re better. Bread has almost nothing in it. You need nutrients.”

“I can’t eat that,” said Laura, pointing to the dome.

“Don’t be a child. It’s embarrassing. Miss K has called for a doctor to come check you out.”

Laura looked away. “I … uh … don’t have any health insurance.”

“The doctor is an old friend. Don’t worry about it.”

Don’t let her have power over you. Well, shit. “You told Miss K that I was sick?” asked Laura as she lifted the dome off the plate again.

“I told everyone. They should leave you alone today while you recover. görükle escort Miss K will send you some work, but she insists that you work at your own pace. She wants you to regain your strength for tonight.”

Laura looked at Angelica and narrowed her eyes. “She expects me to show up for a Muse Session tonight?”

“Of course. Every night.”

“But I’m sick,” said Laura.

“You seem to be doing better.”

“I could be contagious,” Laura protested.

“We’ll take precautions,” said Angelica as she headed for the door to the room.

“What if I start to feel worse?”

Angelica stopped and turned. Her pleasant expression was gone. Instead, she wore a mask of disappointment. “This isn’t about you,” she said. “This is about Miss K. Don’t be a child.” Angelica didn’t wait for Laura to respond; she turned, and left the room.

After that, Laura felt appropriately guilty enough to start eating her food. The eggs were good—better than she expected. She could stomach them just fine. She waited until her plate was clean before attempting the smoothie. Despite being a vegetarian the past few years, she’d never been one for green or power smoothies. Smoothies were a dessert to her, and vegetables were decidedly un-dessertlike.

It wasn’t bad. There was a sweetness to it. She wasn’t sure if orange juice and spinach were good friends, but she could tolerate hanging out with both of them at the same time. She started with small and careful slips but felt comfortable with it by the time she was halfway through.

It was around that time that Nikki appeared. Laura half expected the redhead to show up with Angelica’s bad mood, but Nikki looked pleasant.

“Hey, hun,” she said. “Feeling better?”

“A bit,” admitted Laura. “Jacque is apparently a genius.”

“I swear,” said Nikki as she handed Laura a small red portfolio, “Miss K would fire all of us before she’d let go of him, and I don’t blame her.”

“Plus that tongue of his,” said Laura.

She smiled at her joke, but Nikki looked confused.

“I think Angelica speaks French as well.”

“Right,” said Laura, confused. Did Nikki not know? Surely, she must know.

“This is your work. Miss K says to take your time with it. She knows you’re not feeling well, but if you acquaint yourself with the story, that would be a start. ‘Consider it some sick-day reading.’ That’s what she said.”

Laura grabbed the portfolio and opened it up. She looked at the title, raised her eyebrow, and looked back up at Nikki skeptically. “The Magician’s Mistress?” she asked.

“It’s not what you think,” said Nikki. “I hear it’s the love story between the Magician and his wife. It’s a redemption story.”

“Then what, the mistress joins for a wild threesome at the end?”

“Oh, I doubt that,” said Nikki disapprovingly. “Miss K doesn’t fill her stories with crassness.”

“Right,” said Laura, absentmindedly flipping through the pages. “Does she let you read her stories?”

“Oh no,” said Nikki. “She doesn’t let anyone read them before they’re done. But … you know…” Nikki looked at the floor. “You hear things.”

“I bet you do,” said Laura.

Nikki blushed but smiled. “Anyway, she doesn’t expect you to mark it. Just read over it.”

“Got it.”

“And if you need someone to go over it with… for, uh, professional reasons of course… just let me know.”

Laura smiled. “Right. Professional reasons.”

Nikki looked up and smiled at Laura. She had a gorgeous smile. It was mischievous but true. “If you need anything,” she pointed to the landline phone, “just pick up and dial one. That should get Angelica or myself. Let us know when you want lunch, and we’ll have Jacque fix you something.”

“Thanks,” said Laura.

Nikki bowed slightly and left.

Laura finished her smoothie and sat up. She propped some pillows behind her to try and get comfortable. She really was feeling better. Her muscles felt sore, but it was like she had a long workout the day before rather than having the flu. Laura dug through her purse for her reading glasses, and started working.

The Magician’s Mistress was not a magical journey through lust, betrayal, and the redemptive power of love. It may have thought it was. It may have wished it was. But what it really was, was a series of setups for hot sex scenes. The magician’s mistress had slightly kinky tastes. She liked bondage and being submissive to the magician. He liked to show her off and be in control.

Laura’s eyes kept going over the page, predicting the plot and finding her predictions to be true. It was like popcorn: you ate it without thinking and never got full. Now, Camille’s prose wasn’t bad. She was a good writer. She had a wonderful way of describing the bare minimum. She left everything to the imagination, but she didn’t leave you in the dark on what was happening. She also avoided painful romantic fiction phrases like ‘bulging member’ or ‘turgid phallus.’ Cocks were cocks for Camille.

But the plot was bursa elit escort a nightmare. Everything was telegraphed. It was a soap opera. It was melodramatic. You had believable dialogue, beautiful prose, yet painful plot. Neither the magician, the mistress, nor the wife deserved each other. Nevertheless, something about Camille’s words gripped Laura. She didn’t stop reading for over an hour. She finally had to put the portfolio down when she got dizzy.

Laura felt Camille was selling herself short. She clearly had the capacity to write something more complicated than smut. It felt like she was playing to her audience’s expectations, giving them exactly what they wanted. They wanted a steamy sex scene, so she wrote it. Some part of Laura doubted that Camille was proud of this work.

Laura wanted to call for lunch. She wanted something to ease her building nausea, but she also felt the words calling back to her. It was like the poems last night all over again. There was something so bland, so unremarkable about them. And yet, Laura couldn’t get them out of her mind. She wanted to scan over the words again and again. She wanted the story to keep going, just like the poem.

The poem last night. A yawn. A stupid yawn. It was nothing interesting. One woman watched another woman yawn. And yet …

And yet there was a promise of something more. The Laura in the poem, Laura Karnstein, was something more than just any woman. Her yawn was something more than just any yawn. Marcilla could see it. Clearly, Camille could see it. Why couldn’t Laura? What was it about Laura K that was so interesting?

Laura found herself tracing her hands over her neck. Marcilla was hunting Laura K. She said she was going to give chase. Laura didn’t expect that. It was a tame poem before that, wasn’t it? Laura had to get her hands on the book to read it again. Was Marcilla lusting after Laura K? Was it something more or less sinister?

Laura wondered if anyone ever looked at her like that. Most of her boyfriends said she was cute. They liked her. But hunt her? Obsess over her? Lust after her? No. The boys she dated wanted something to fuck, anything. She wasn’t an object of obsession for them. She was some status. She was a way to fight off their loneliness. She was a sophisticated left hand and the whole relationship was emotional masturbation. That’s what it was. It was The Magicians’ Mistress. It wasn’t Laura K and Marcilla.

That’s why Camille wanted the poems read. She could taste Marcilla’s hunger. She needed to feed off of Marcilla’s lust for Laura K. But why not put that in her stories? Why fill page after page with poor imitations? Perhaps she was aspiring to be Marcilla as a writer. She wanted to evoke deep desire with simple words. Or maybe she was aspiring to be like Marcilla in more than words. Maybe that’s why she had beautiful men eat her out while she listened to it. Did she imagine she was Marcilla? Or did she imagine she was Laura K?

Laura gasped. She hadn’t noticed her hand sneaking under the covers. Her fingers gently swirled over her panties, her mound, applying pressure to her clit. When did she start? Why didn’t she want to stop?

Her mind flashed to images of her lounging in a hot room, sweating. She yawns. Her neck stretches long and languid. A bit of peach juice dribbles down her chin, down her neck. She feels the vein quiver. Someone is watching her. Someone is wanting her. To someone, she is the peach. She is the juice. She is dribbling.

Laura felt her legs spasm. Her body clenched and jolted with pleasure. Her eyes spread wide, but she shut them again. She wanted to stay in the salon. She wanted to sweat and feel drops of everything running over her skin. She wanted someone to notice the tiniest details of her body and lick their lips. She wanted to be hunted.

Laura came and relaxed into it, back into the bed. Fatigue struck her again. Sleep. The soreness of her body called her back to sleep, where she hoped—and it was such a silly hope—to dream of Laura and Marcilla.

***************

A knock on the door. This one was gentle, like a tree branch in the wind on the side of a building. Laura opened her eyes. The details of her dream quickly ran from her. She was in bed, a cat of some sort crawled up on her lap. She was naked. She pet the cat. It purred and rubbed against her. Then it bit her breast and fled. But Laura didn’t shriek in pain or wake up. She felt the tiny sliver of blood run down her breast, and sighed with relief.

“Come in,” she said. Already, her voice felt stronger. Jacque really was a miracle man.

The door opened to reveal Camille. She was in a beautiful navy blue dress. It was form fitting, tightly sculpted to her body. It stopped only inches below her waist. Beside the miles and miles of legs, it was modest. No cleavage or plunging neckline. Her shoulders were covered, but small cut outs along it revealed peeks of skin. Her curly and kinky hair was down, cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She smiled when she saw Laura.

How could Laura not smile back?

With Camille was a strange and short man. He had grey and balding hair. He wore glasses and a three piece brown suit. He only came up to Camille’s shoulder in height.

“Good morning,” sighed Laura. She reclined back into the pillow, relaxing.

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Andrea phoned me as she left work, “Hey, CJ,” she started.

“Hi, Babe,” I interrupted her. “I’m just starting to cook. I was thinking comfort food tonight. How does chicken pot pie sound? I’ve got two breasts on the grill and I went to the farmer’s market today. I bought leeks, celery, carrots and some other fresh veggies. Hope you’re hungry. Oh, and there’s a bottle of Chardonnay in the chiller. I’ll put some of it in the food and we can drink the rest.”

“I’m starving,” she said. “See you in about an hour.”

As I cooked, I tasted and the food was warm, and savory, and perfect. Good food makes me horny; so when the pies went in the oven I peeled off my tank top and set the timer. Fetching my laptop, I returned to the kitchen where I could smell the aroma of the food, I powered on the computer and opened my browser. I wanted to look at photos of naked people. I wanted to watch videos of lovers, making love. I was waiting for Andrea and I wanted bursa escort to look at girls and women together. The first video I watched was hot.

I couldn’t help myself. I unbuttoned my shorts and stuffed my hand down inside my panties. I put the tip of my middle finger at the top of my pussy, just above my clit. God, it felt good. Where the hell is Andrea? With a mind of its own my finger began moving in small slow circles. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of the pot pies in the oven, with the sounds of the street, three floors below, serving as the soundtrack to my fantasies. I got lost in the moment.

My thighs were squeezing both of my hands tightly and my breath was heavy when I heard Andrea’s key in the door.

“Hey CJ,” she called out, “it smells really good in here.”

I couldn’t answer her. I was just peaking. My eyes were squeezed shut, my lower lip was clinched between my teeth, my toes were curled tightly and my bursa ucuz escort ass was lifted off of the chair. When I finally opened my eyes Andrea was smiling at me from the kitchen door.

“I just can’t leave you alone, can I?” she said shaking her head.

“But, just smell those pies!” I said. I stood up, removed my shorts and panties, and walked to the oven, snagged an oven mitt and pulled out the baking sheet with the pies on them. I held them under Andrea’s nose and she breathed deeply, savoring the aroma. “Doesn’t it make you want to get naked?” I asked her.

“It makes me want to taste one,” she said.

I sat them on top of the burners and picked up a spoon and broke into one of the pies, scooping up a piece of breast meat and a piece of carrot. I dredged up a bit of the gravy and raised it all to my lips. I puckered up and blew softly to cool it down and when it was safe, I touched the bottom bursa elit escort of the spoon to my left nipple, coating my tit with savory goodness.

“There ya go girl,” I said, “have a taste.”

Andrea leaned down and touched her tongue to my tit. I felt an electric current flow from her tongue, through my breast, and all the way down to my pussy. She latched her lips on and sucked. Sucked hard. The electricity intensified. When she finished and stood up, I leaned back over the counter and put more of the food on my chest. She smiled and pulled her shirt up over her head. She dropped it on the floor and licked my tits as I undid her bra and tossed it into the corner of the room.

Leaning over I dipped two fingers into the pie, scooped up a pretty generous helping of filling, let it cool down a bit then, and rubbed it on my tits.

Ohh – Still hot. Too hot.

I scrape it off with my hand and shake it. Gravy, bits of carrot and celery fly around the kitchen and I sink into the nearest chair.

“Are you OK, CJ?” Andrea is concerned and gets a damp towel.

I stay her hand, “No,” I tell her, “Lick it off.” I lean back over the kitchen table. Andrea makes an “O” with her mouth and leans slowly in towards my chest.

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