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It was 9 pm on the dot. I hopped in my car, started it up and backed out of my driveway, turning on to the road to begin my trip which would end only a few blocks away. This was the third time I had done this; met this man I barely knew but for some reason, had decided that I could not live without. For the second time, I had dressed like he wanted me to; a tight-fitting, low-cut black dress with strappy gold heels. I had done my makeup carefully to make sure I didn’t look too eager.

I was hopelessly devoted to this man, and when I was with him, I was always afraid that at any moment, a glance of rejection might radiate from his crystal blue eyes. After the first time we were together, I felt ashamed of what I had done, after all I had a family of my own. I had promised myself it wouldn’t happen again. But the next time he called me, I was drawn in almost instantly just by his voice. It wasn’t that easy to let go, even if I knew the consequences.

*****

We had met at a nearby ice cream shop. I was picking up an order of Double Chocolate Fudge and one of Mint Chocolate Chip to take home. When he entered the store, I looked up and my heart stopped for a moment. He had a magnetic glow that drew me in, and I wasn’t the only one, even at that small shop. He was tall and trim, walked with an enticing mix of confident swagger and eager boy, and flashed a wide, sexy grin at the thought of all the smitten ladies checking him out. I couldn’t help stalling at the register and glancing his way out of the corner of my eye. It felt like a rash situation at the time, with my chest and neck burning red hot and my clit already tingling, so I decided to take the first step.

“Hello,” I said casually and smiled. I melted instantly when he returned my glance, and I could feel the scornful stares of other women on my back as I claimed the prize. “Hi,” he answered. We completed our ice cream transactions and headed toward the door. As we walked out, I could feel my heart breaking when he turned to walk away. “Wait!” I said with desperation in my voice. “I mean, I haven’t seen you in our neighborhood before,” I tried to maintain myself as I took a few steps in his direction.

I could tell he knew exactly what I was thinking when he walked a few paces toward me. “No, I haven’t been here long,” he said, and it was now that I noticed his accent. “It’s really nice to meet you,” he lowered his voice to a deep, resonating tone and extended his hand. I had no idea what else to say. Our palms met and I felt quivers running through my stomach down to my pussy lips. I found myself in auto-pilot as I asked him if he wanted to get a cup of coffee sometime. My life, my home, didn’t cross my mind until that point. I justified it to myself; a cup of coffee was nothing. It was less than nothing. I just wanted to get to know him as a friend. Deep in my heart, in a place unaccessible to logic, I knew it was a lot more than that.

It was on that very day of our coffee meeting – just a few days after we had exchanged phone numbers – that anadolu yakası escort we had sex for the first time. Everything went swimmingly over our lattes; we clicked and had a great time. But there was the slightest look on his face that let me know that we felt different things. We were the same age, but at different stations in our lives, and that indescribable something told me that what we had was not going to be orthodox or moral. I didn’t care. I laughed when he smiled, I listened intently when he spoke and I took him in carefully; his shorn hair, neatly scruffy beard, his scent of fresh soap, and the way his eyes widened when he was excited. When he picked up his cup, I looked at his hands, which were smooth and strong with long fingers, and I yearned for them to touch my body. Then, when he asked if I wanted to go back to his apartment, I said yes immediately.

Three mind-blowing orgasms later, I laid in his arms running my fingers through his patches of chest hair, even then not fully realizing how I had gotten there. I got up, put my clothes back on, and drove the short distance to my house. Somehow, I managed to avoid everyone as I went straight to the shower and began to cry, not knowing why, as the tears flowed down my cheeks. I honestly thought it was over at that point. I would go back to normal, my family would too, and I would never see him again. That was until he called again, about 2 weeks later.

*****

At about 9:06, I rang the doorbell, waiting on the porch of his apartment building. Everyone says the third time is a charm, and this time was no exception. After the first time, I was overcome with guilt; the second time, I began to let myself enjoy it, and this time, I had already given myself to him mentally. When he opened the door, he greeted me with the smile I loved and pulled me in by the hand as he shut the door behind him. “You look exceptional,” he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck. I closed my eyes, succumbing in his arms as he wrapped them fully around me. My thong was already moist. He looked exceptional as well, wearing a small, fitted T-shirt with short sleeves that showed his toned arms, and snug blue jeans emphasizing his long legs and tight ass.

He led me to the bedroom without saying much, stripped off his shirt, and walked toward me as I sat down on his bed to catch my breath. Our lips met somewhere in the middle, furiously meshed together as if it were our life support. It was dark, and we could only see silhouettes, but by now we were getting used to each other’s shape and moved in synch like clockwork. I felt his warm body lean on mine until I was laying down and his mouth broke away from mine. He traced my neck and ear lightly with the tip of his tongue, and progressively became firmer and firmer, licking my neck and making his way down to my chest. Lifting up my head smoothly, he untied my dress behind my neck and slipped it down, exposing my large tits and firm nipples. I wrapped my legs around him, grinding ataşehir escort my crotch into his hard boner under his jeans. He stood up at the end of the bed looking down at me, and gently massaged each of my breasts with his hands. His fingers focused on my pert nipples, pinching and rolling them until they rose higher. I moaned and squirmed under his touch. My pussy was burning, aching for attention, but he loved to tease me and make me wait for it. He was enjoying it too; his eyes opened and closed slowly as I continued to rub myself on his jeans. He licked his red-violet colored lips and leaned over, flicking his tongue alternately over my nipples before finally taking each one in his mouth, sucking them firmly. I writhed around helplessly; it felt so good.

Just when I felt like I was going to explode, he stood up, brushed his hands over my tits once more, and pulled my dress completely off. He giggled quietly like a school-boy when he saw my red mesh thong. Gripping my legs, he pulled my body up to his face and I felt his hot mouth cover my wet lips through my panties. He breathed in deeply, taking in my scent. “Please,” I begged in a whisper. He laughed again, set me back down on the bed, and slipped off my thong as well as his own jeans. Under his black boxer-briefs, his cock was rock hard. I reached up and rubbed it, stroking it from base to head under the thin fabric, and lightly cupping his balls. He leaned down and kissed my lips, and I fell back onto the bed, knowing what was coming next.

My pussy was dripping cum now. I felt his tongue on my stomach and he moved further down, slowly spreading my legs and nuzzling my inner thighs with his beard. Then, he picked up his head, gazed at me with his gorgeous eyes, and offered two fingers to my mouth. I parted my lips slightly and he gingerly slipped them inside. I lavished them with my tongue until they were soaking wet. He pulled them out, sliding them across my naked body, bouncing them on my nipples, drawing them closer to my freshly shaved woman parts. Opening my legs once more, I felt his lips on me as his fingers glided into my pussy. I sighed loudly and began to make a lot of noise. His mouth expertly licked, sucked, and teased my clit as his fingers drew in and out of my hole, causing me to drip cum down my ass onto the bed below. The feeling of his stubble on my sensitive pussy was too much to bear. He sensed my excitement, and quickened his pace, running his tongue up and down my pussy lips, flicking my clit, and pushing his fingers against my G spot while they moved in and out. “Oh my God!” I uttered, exploding in orgasm. He slowed his pace, rubbing my swollen lips. I enjoyed the afterglow briefly, then sat up and pulled down his boxers. I was hungry for his cock.

He still stood at the end of the bed as I rose up to my knees, my hands covering his body. I practically devoured his neck, moving down to his chest. I took his throbbing member in my hand as I licked his body, pausing on each of his small ümraniye escort nipples and continuing down his taut stomach. I ran my tongue over his belly button, through his short pubes and ended on his dick. His cock was long and thick and perfect. He leaned his head back and ran his hands through my hair, holding onto it delicately, and I went to work on him. I took it in my mouth, slowly at first, tasting it and making sure it was slippery and wet. When I felt him getting harder, I sucked harder, pulling it in and out, lingering on his head. I moved to his thighs – they were firm and thin, but strong – nibbling at his muscles and jerking off his rod. He breathed heavily, rubbing my back. Finally, he raised up my head and practically pounced on top of me.

I was ready to go again. His cock instantly rammed into my pussy. I squealed from the impact, gripping his back and grabbing his ass as he thrusted in me. He glistened with sweat that smelled sweet and I took a taste from his neck. He pressed his lips hard onto mine and we kissed deeply for several minutes as our bodies rocked back and forth. Then, suddenly, he flipped me over onto my stomach. I laid flat and he entered me from behind, his huge rod rubbing against my engorged pussy and G spot, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I held my ass up in the air slightly and gasped in delight as he slapped it firmly. I felt his fingers pinching my clit from underneath. I bounced my body against his cock in response.

We stopped momentarily when the excitement grew too high and we weren’t ready to stop. He laid on his back on the bed and motioned for me to mount him. His cock bounced in the air with anticipation. I leaned over and kissed him again as I climbed on top. I put on a show for him, sitting up straight, and rubbing my tits as I looked him in the eye. I grinded down hard on his dick, each time feeling the electricity streaming through my loins. My wetness covered his member and dripped onto his stomach. We were both worked into a frenzy when he grabbed my hands, holding me down close to him. Our moist bodies melded together and I pumped his cock faster and faster as our breathing got heavier. When I came, I felt hot liquid squirt from my G spot and I collapsed onto him, moaning loudly in his ear. I kept moving my body slowly, as fast as I could muster, and he kept thrusting into me, holding me tightly. A minute later, I felt the goosebumps cover his arms and he came inside me, his chest heaving as his body shook beneath me. Once his breathing subsided, I moved off of him, staying close and laying on his shoulder, taking in his scent. He kissed me sweetly on the forehead before we drifted off for a short nap.

Once we awoke, I got out of bed and re-dressed. That was it; number three. And I couldn’t lie; it was amazing. I didn’t know how much longer it could go on, but when I left his apartment, he gave me that same look that had melted me all those weeks ago. Even though I knew what we had was definitely wrong, I was firmly entrenched in his web.

I rounded the corner back to my own house, my established life. It was time once again to go about my business as usual. I didn’t know if my family knew – at this point it wouldn’t be too hard to figure out – and I wasn’t sure if I cared after all. As long as he wanted me, I knew I would never be able to help myself.

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It was almost 2.30am when Steele arrived back home at his luxury five bedroom home.

He was still feeling aroused by Nina’s advances and in need of some relief. He moved silently about his beautiful home and avoided turning on any lights so as not to startle her.

After undressing and using the bathroom, he crept into bed and cuddled up to his wife, spooning her. She stirred as he began kissing her bare shoulder and neck. She always slept naked. At first it was just to please her husband, but over time it was just habit and now she preferred to sleep in her natural form.

Steele’s erection was now back as his cock responded to both the closeness of his naked wife and his impure thoughts of what he desired to do to Nina. He began to slowly nudge his hardness into his wife’s body to indicate his intention. His cock was poking into her, giving her no choice but to wake up and carry out her wifely duties.

Not that she considered having sex with her husband to be a duty. In fact she loved to please him in any way he wanted. Although she was a beautiful woman herself, she was still acutely aware of all the women that surrounded her husband on a daily basis and how easy it would be for him to have any of them he so wished.

Of course she knew that he often did stray but she chose not to accuse him for fear of losing him and remained in a permanent state of denial. Confrontation was not something she did well.

“Are you awake honey?” Steele whispered as he continued to prod his wife with his hard cock.

She murmured, “Yes” and she started to turn around to kiss her husband, but he stopped her and pushed her body so that she bent away from him pushing her firm butt cheeks upwards a little.

“Good,” Steele replied amorously as he reached down and grabbed her ass, lifting one cheek up to gain access as he pushed his hard cock into her pussy forcefully. She was not wet so he had to push in hard, making her gasp as it hurt a little.

She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a moan of complaint, knowing full well that soon her moment of discomfort would turn to pleasure. Steele did not disappoint. No sooner had his cock forced itself all the way in, he began to fuck her hard. No foreplay, no slow build up, just hardcore fucking. He loved to take her doggie style; often he would fuck both her holes one after the other in this manner with her bent over in the shape of an L as he gripped her ass firmly while he pounded into her from behind.

Steele was aggressive and wanting to cum hard and fast. He could feel his wife’s cunt was now wet and providing natural lubrication for his cock. Now she was panting and moaning in lust as was he. Steele loved taking his wife like this, loved to dominate her and make her feel that she was his and as he fucked her harder and harder. He imagined that soon he would be fucking dear sweet little Nina in the same fashion and that was enough to trigger his orgasm.

He came with a grunt as he filled up his wife’s pussy with his sperm. He relaxed his grip on her body as his now soft cock slipped from her, and then he lay back on the bed to catch his breath.

Katrina had been so close, if only he had lasted a few more minutes, she thought to herself. But she did not complain, instead she reminded herself of how lucky she was to have a gorgeous rich husband who took care of her and stayed with her even though she was not able to give him everything he desired.

She turned around and whispered “Thank you” in her husband’s ear and then began to kiss down his body to his now flaccid cock and took it in her mouth and sucked it clean. A ritual she knew Steele liked as a way to finish off any sexual activity.

He smiled down at her as she carried out her cock cleaning duty. He was aware that his wife did not cum this time, but he wasn’t really in the mood to be taking his time. He had an urgent need to relieve the sexual tension that being around Nina had caused and his wife complied. That was all there was to it for him.

But he did have good news for Katrina, something that would please her and make her forget that her needs had not been fulfilled.

“I have finally found her honey,” he said softly in his wife’s ear as she climbed back up to cuddle him. “She is perfect for us. Exactly what we have been looking for.”

Katrina looked up, surprised but excited at her husband’s announcement.

“Really? Oh my God, that’s wonderful darling!” she exclaimed, “When can I meet her? How soon can we start?” she asked excitedly.

“Calm down honey,” he replied with a chuckle, “These things take time. There’s forms to fill out, doctors to see, lots of legal stuff. It will be a little while, but I just wanted to tell you the good news. I know how much you want this.”

Katrina beamed at him and then kissed him lovingly.

“Oh I’m so happy. You make me so happy darling. I can hardly wait. I love you so much.” she said with adoration in her eyes.

She had lots more questions to ask, but knew not to üsküdar escort press and to be patient. It had already been over a year, so waiting a little bit longer wasn’t so bad. Katrina knew from experience never to ask her husband too many questions or demand details. She had a feeling her husband didn’t do all his business transactions completely legally and figured this arrangement would probably not be totally ‘by the book’ either, but she wasn’t prepared to ruin everything by prying.

Steele had already set his plan in motion to make sure Nina gave him exactly what he wanted and he was a patient man. He smiled to himself as he drifted off to sleep, pleased with how things were proceeding. Soon he would have everything he wanted and his wife would be contented too.

The next morning an excited Nina arrived at the studio to start her first day as a paid actress on the set of ‘Vital Signs’ as nurse Amanda.

She was hoping to see Mr. Steele first thing and talk to him but as soon as she arrived the receptionist took her to wardrobe and make-up and she was then introduced to all the other stars of the show as well as all the production crew. There were so many people that she had trouble remembering all their names. There really was only one name she wanted to remember and she didn’t even know what it was yet.

Of course she knew she could just ask someone else that worked there, but she wanted to ask Mr. Steele himself.

Nina had no idea how hectic her first day was going to be. It was almost lunch time and she hadn’t even so much as seen Mr. Steele, let alone talked to him.

Finally they stopped filming for lunch break and Nina went looking for the man of her dreams.

His receptionist told her Mr. Steele was in a meeting in his office and couldn’t be disturbed. A disappointed Nina went back to the dressing rooms, stopping to grab a sandwich from the food table on the way.

As she ate, the girl that played another nurse whose name Nina couldn’t remember, started chatting with her. There’s always one, thought Nina as the girl gossiped about practically everyone in the building.

“So, what’s the story with Mr. Steele?” inquired Nina, thinking this would be a good time to find out if there is any gossip about him also.

“Oh yeah. He’s so hot huh. Man I wish I could get some of that,” she answered with a sigh.

“So has he dated many of the actresses?” asked Nina.

“Dated? No I wouldn’t call it that,” she replied with a giggle.

“Oh? What do you mean?” asked Nina, a little concerned.

“Well, the lucky ones get taken out to dinner and then up to his penthouse apartment,” she said with envy in her voice.

“And the unlucky ones?” pried Nina.

“Well not exactly unlucky. They still get to got to see the penthouse apartment, just didn’t get a meal first!” she said with a chuckle.

“Oh,” said Nina, disappointed to learn that her Mr. Right was just a womanizer. Although it puzzled her as to why he didn’t seem interested in sex even when she practically threw herself at him.

“But what about the ones that got taken out to dinner but not to the penthouse apartment?” Nina asked, trying to understand Mr. Steele’s actions.

“Oh that wouldn’t happen. That never happens cos that would be a date,” she replied.

Nina was just about to ask more questions but then she spotted Mr. Steele talking to one of the cameramen, so she excused herself and walked over to him.

“Hello Mr. Steele,” greeted Nina as she approached him. “It’s good to see you again,” she said, interrupting his conversation with the cameraman.

“Hi Nina,” Steel replied, “Sorry, can’t talk now. I’m kind of busy.”

He barely glanced at her, his body language dismissing her completely. Nina was confused and hurt as she stood there for a moment, feeling herself blush in embarrassment.

She turned and went back towards the dressing rooms, then as she felt her emotions building up, rushed to the ladies restroom and cried. She felt so crushed. Steele was so cold towards her. She contemplated just walking out and never seeing him again but realised that she may never get an opportunity like this again, so she pulled herself together, dried off her tears, blew her nose and took a deep breath as she went back to work.

Nina made up her mind to put all her energy in to her new job and not to let what happened get to her.

She worked hard the rest of the day. Mr. Steele did speak to her, but only as an employer, giving her and the other actor’s instructions and direction. He didn’t treat her any different than anyone else in the building.

By the end of the day Nina felt exhausted. She had worked hard and was beginning to feel like one of the team, had even remembered a few of her fellow actors names.

She was just on her way home, when Mr. Steele’s receptionist called out to and ran up meet her as Nina paused in the doorway.

“Mr Steele said to give you this,” she announced tuzla escort as she handed Nina a note.

It read ‘Pick you up for dinner at 8pm. Wear something blue’ and it was signed by Mr. Steele.

Nina was so tired and she was mad at him for practically ignoring her all day and now he expected that she would just go out again with him.

She was fuming and grumbling under her breath as she walked outside looking for a cab to take her home. Once inside the cabby asked for the directions and she gave him her address.

“Wait. Sorry I don’t want to go home yet. Can you take me to La Poshe?” asked Nina as she suddenly changed her mind and decided she wanted to see Mr. Steele again. So instead the cabbie took her to her favourite designer fashion store so she could find a new blue dress. Nina was pretty sure that when Mr. Steele said dinner, it never meant McDonalds and so she would need to be dressed formal again.

Mr. Steele’s driver arrived right on time as expected and Nina went downstairs to meet him in his limo. She looked stunning in her new electric blue satin dress. Steele looked her up and down approvingly as she approached, although Nina did not notice that as the windows of the limo were tinted.

The driver opened the door for Nina and she looked inside to see Mr. Steele smiling at her.

“You look wonderful Nina,” he complimented as she sat next to him.

Nina had planned to demand answers immediately from Mr. Steele to explain his behaviour earlier that day, but seeing him looking so dashing and his smile making her heart melt, she decided it could wait. Then Steele turned on his charm and once more took Nina’s hand and kissed it gently while peering at her with his piercing blue eyes. It was hard for her to stay mad at him.

Steele took her to another fancy restaurant where he wined and dined her and worked his magic on her again.

Nina had a little too much wine, but in fact that made her a bit braver. The alcohol made her feel bold, so while sitting at their table sipping at her expensive wine, she felt the time was right for some questions.

“Do you realise that I don’t even know your name?” inquired Nina, with a bit of a slur and a giggle due to the alcohol.

“Really? Hmm no I wasn’t aware of that Nina. How interesting,” he answered whimsically.

“So? Are you going to tell me or what?” demanded Nina, somewhat impatiently.

Steele laughed. “Of course I am. You are funny when you’re drunk.”

“I not drunk!” insisted Nina, slamming her fist on the table and almost falling off her chair.

He laughed again. “Well I’m afraid it isn’t anything interesting or exciting. My name is David. David Steele. Pleased to meet you my beautiful princess,” he said as he stood up to steady Nina on her chair and bowed in front of her, then took her hand and kissed it again.

Nina blushed as the other restaurant patrons near by stared at them as Steele knelt beside Nina as if he was proposing, still holding her hand in his.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too David,” Nina said with a smile.

“Now will you please explain why you totally ignored me today at work?” she asked defiantly.

“Ah well, work is work and at work I’m still Mr. Steele. This is not work,” he replied with a grin.

“Oh so when we are at work, I have to call you Mr. Steele but when we are dating I can call you David? We are dating aren’t we?” asked a confused Nina.

“Yes and yes. You have to understand Nina that I can’t show favouritism at work and there is enough gossip going on there already. Id like to keep our relationship private.” answered Steele.

“Yes I did notice. And alot of it seems to be about you,” agreed Nina, “And when exactly were you planning on taking me to see your penthouse apartment hmm?”

“Oh you heard about that did you? Hmm those girls do love to gossip. Well I guess since you already know about the apartment, you will know what I took those girls there for. I use that place for one night stands. I work hard and I need to release some tension sometimes. Those girls keep throwing themselves at me, so now and then I catch one.” Steele confessed with a chuckle.

“And what about me? Don’t you want me?” asked Nina, feeling rejected.

“Oh of course I do. You are my princess. I want you more than I have ever wanted any of those other girls. It’s just you’re special. Very special to me and I don’t want to put you in the same category as those others. I want more than just one night with you.” said Steele with so much sincerity in his voice anyone would have fallen for it.

Nina did. She practically melted in her chair as she stared longingly into his deep blue eyes.

Steele saw her reaction, read her body language and got up from his kneeling position, took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately.

Nina’s body reacted instantly. Heat rushed through her. She momentarily forgot she was in a public place and kissed him back hard, expressing pendik escort her desire.

Her face was flushed a deep red when he pulled back and smiled at her. Partly from embarrassment as she realised strangers were staring at them and partly from sexual desire. She wanted this man more than she ever thought possible.

“I would really like to see your apartment now,” she whispered in his ear.

Steele smiled in agreement and helped her out of her seat so they could leave.

As he was paying the bill he was still smiling, feeling quite satisfied with how everything was going according to his plan. Nina was so easy to manipulate.

They arrived at the apartment complex twenty minutes later. It was a long elevator ride up to the penthouse suite. Nina made good use of the time and was finding the wine accompanied with her desire for her boss was making her feel extra horny.

She wanted to find out if he would taste better than Rick and Bert. She was pretty sure he would, but really wanted to find out.

Steele leaned up against the back wall of the elevator and closed his eyes for a moment, just thinking about what how he would go about the next step of his plan.

When he opened his eyes he glanced down to see Nina on her knees at his feet, about to unzip him.

“Nina! What are you doing?” he exclaimed in shock.

“I want to taste you mmm” she replied with lust.

“Nina! Don’t be silly. We will be in my apartment in a few minutes. Can’t you wait? Someone might see us.”

“Yes I know,” she said with a giggle, “Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Steele had many kinks and fetishes that he had not yet shared with Nina and even his wife only knew about some of them. Getting a blow job in an elevator by a beautiful woman was definitely on his list of things that would turn him on. In fact sex in public places in general was a turn on as well as being watched during sex, so the whole ‘getting caught’ idea was also a button pusher.

It wasn’t part of his plan to have sex with Nina just yet. He wanted to tease her and groom her a bit longer. But even his will power was not able to resist this horny bitch at his feet begging for his cock in her mouth.

He put his plan and his brain on hold for a moment and unzipped. His huge nine inch cock sprung free, happy to be let out of its confinement.

Nina’s eyes grew wide with glee and she pounced on it with vigour. It was too big to get it all in her mouth at once but she hungrily sucked on as much as she could manage. Steele’s cock was thick as well as long. He was smoothly shaven and circumcised. Nina loved sucked on his big purple mushroom head. She sucked and slurped up as much of his delicious precum as she could.

Both Nina and Steele were moaning in pleasure and Nina could feel her wetness increasing.

Then the elevator stopped and the doors opened at the top floor.

They both quickly looked to see if anyone was outside the doors waiting for the lift. Steele sighed in relief to see no one was there.

Nina was actually a bit disappointed and she moaned a little protest when Steele put his cock back away and zipped up. It was actually a little difficult getting his cock back in as he was hard as a rock.

“Come on Nina. This is my place.” said Steele and he took her hand and dragged her from out of the elevator.

Nina followed and when he opened his door, she gasped. The place was huge, must have been almost the entire top floor of the complex. And it was beautiful. That was to be expected and didn’t really surprise her; just the size of the place was a little overwhelming.

“Wow this is fantastic Mr. St…..er David,” said Nina, correcting herself.

“This is where you live huh?”

“Actually no. I live downtown in a house. This is just my apartment. It’s kind of where I like to go if I need to unwind. My sanctuary you might say,” Steele replied.

Steele gave Nina the tour. It had two bedrooms. The guest room was quite large with a king size bed but the master bedroom was huge. Almost as big as the whole of Nina’s place. It had a super king size bed with lace curtains all around it. There was a 50 inch plasma TV on the wall and a walk in wardrobe that was big enough to fit a queen size bed in.

Nina was in awe of this room and then Steele showed her the bathroom. Nina gasped at the sheer size of it as well as the beauty of this elegant room.

In the centre of the room as a sunken spa bath that could comfortably fit ten or so people. It had two steps that you could walk down into it. Behind it taking up the entire back wall was a large open walk in shower with a shower head at both ends and another one in the middle. Everything was white. White tiles that were so clean it looked like no one ever used this room, white fluffy towels hanging on stainless steel rails. A huge white vase holding the only thing in this room what wasn’t white, a beautiful vibrant bouquet of fresh flowers.

Of course the toilet too was white as was the vanity unit apart from its stainless steel handles.

The room was simply stunning and Steele smiled as he watched Nina’s reaction to it.

“Wow! Oh my God! This has to be the most gorgeous bathroom I’ve ever seen,” exclaimed Nina.

Steele grinned and led her down the two steps into the empty spa bath.

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You knock on my office door and i tell you to come in. You’re standing there in your high heels and short skirt that’s way too short to be wearing to the office on your first day and your shirt is cut low exposing practically all of your enormous cock swallowing tits.

It’s almost time for everyone to go home but i’ve got something else in mind.. “you wanted to see me sir?” that’s cute. Pretending like you don’t know what’s going on here… You know exactly what is happening and when i see you smirk as you stare at my bulging pants i know i pegged you right as a filthy little cum sucking whore. My cock twitches inside my pants and your eyes get wide and you gasp a little. I can tell that you want nothing more than to have this dick in your slutty little whore mouth. I tell you to close the door and lock it. You make your way over to me and i’m not wasting any time as i stand up and put my hands on your face as i shove my tongue down your throat.

you moan as i press my bulging cock up against you and you start jerking me off through my pants. I tell you to unzip my pants and you obey like a good slut. My cock springs free and i push you down to your knees and tell you to suck like a filthy whore should. And you do. My cock gets instantly harder when it slides to the back of your tight throat with such ease. When you gag on my dick for the first time it feels like heaven on earth and the spit is flying everywhere. You pull your tits from your shirt without me having to istanbul escort say anything and i am so impressed with your slutty ways. I grab a fistful of your hair in each hand and use them as fuck handles while i pound your tight slut mouth, my cock is throbbing at this point and your spit is going everywhere including all over your exposed tits. You get your head free and say “i want you to treat me like a filthy fucking whore, daddy!” you make me want to cum so fucking bad but i won’t cum until i’ve fucked every single one of your slutty cum catching holes.

I pick you up and throw you on my desk as i start to rip the clothes from my body. I take my tie off and wrap it around your mouth tying it in the back of your head.. I push all the shit off my desk and push you so you’re on your back. I pull up your skirt and, no surprise.. No panties.. Your pussy is gushing but i spit on it anyway for good measure.. I take two fingers and shove one in your pussy and one your ass while the others rest on your swollen clit.. I finger fuck both of your tight holes while you writhe and squirm on top of my desk. My girlfriend is calling me but i just press ignore… People are still here and you’re being too loud so i take my underwear and shove it in your mouth to muffle your moans. I finger fuck you harder and harder while rubbing your clit and your pussy juices look so delicious i lean in to lick them up. I take out my fingers avcılar escort and you whimper and whine so i slap your ass and thighs to quiet you down. I go back to finger you but stick three fingers in your pussy and one in your ass swirling them all around while i rub your clit with my thumb. I can feel the fluid pouch building beneath your clit and i tell you to squirt for daddy.. I pop the pouch and you start gushing all over my hands and my desk. What a fucking mess but who gives a shit?

I think you’re finally ready for my cock so i take your juices and rub them all over my dick and start to probe your asshole while you are rubbing your pussy juice all over your clit and then up to your tits. I slap your nipples and then stick two fingers in your pussy while i shove my cock into your tight little asshole while you grab the edge of the desk to hang on while i fuck you so fucking hard with my throbbing cock. I can feel your pussy starting to tighten around my fingers and another fluid pouch is forming so i fuck your holes harder until you start convulsing and squirting all over my hands and body. My girlfriend calls again but i lock the phone to shut it up. I want to blow my load so fucking bad but i need your pussy.

I pull you from the desk and i sit down in my chair and tell you to ride my cock. You eagerly hop on. Everyone has gone home at this point so i take the underwear off and untie the tie because i want to hear how loud you can moan. şirinevler escort “fuck me hard daddy, i want to be your filthy cum slut” you say as my cock is fully engorged inside your tight warm little cunt. I’m pumping your pussy so fucking good when you tell me that you want my fingers in your ass. I stick two in and feel your pussy clamp my dick and feel you get so much wetter. Your tits are amazing, they bounce in my face and i slap your hard nipples. I take one in my mouth and suck and bite it hard while i take the other in my fingers and pinch it good. I’m so close to pumping your pussy full of my cum and i tell you i’m going to blow my load.. You say you don’t want me to cum in your pussy and i ask what kind of filthy whore doesn’t love cum in her pussy?

You say “please daddy, not in my pussy” i just stick my fingers farther up your asshole as my cock starts to throb and gets ready to deposit every ounce of cum i have in your tight whore cunt. You plead with me one more time as my girlfriend calls again and i go to lock the phone but answer the call instead and we hear; “um hello?!” just as i fucking blow my load deep inside you and you scream out in ecstasy, my convulsing cock and my fingers in your ass was enough to make you scream “god yes daddy, fuck me like a filthy cum slut whore!!”

My cum is spilling out of your cunt and you keep grinding on me as i pull my fingers out of your ass and bring them to your mouth to lick them clean.. “what the fuck” is what we both hear through our panting.. I grab the phone.

“Hey babe i just got done fucking the new office slut…” is what i say as you are climbing off of me…

Silence… And then she finally says, “without me?!”

And i answer “sorry babe i’ll definitely bring her home for us to share tomorrow.”

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As we lay there we allowed ourselves to completely ignore the reality of our situation and bask in each other. We ignored that I was supposed to be at my mother’s in my bed where, undoubtedly, Erica was sleeping. We ignored that anyone besides us might have feelings about our situation. It was completely about our own gratification. As I dozed off to sleep I thought, I hope I don’t have to spin my whole family and my best friend. What story could I possibly tell them if I do? Should I? Fuck it, I’m sleepy and I have a sexy ass man who put it down laying next to me … Nat, enjoy this. I smiled and laid my head on the pillow next to Los so I could be immersed in his scent as we slept.

I awoke in the mid-morning to use the bathroom and immediately smelled Los all over the pillow. I’d slept like a baby. When I got back into bed I scooted my body close to Los’ so I would be the first thing he felt when he woke up. When I pushed my ass against his dick he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer into him. As I slowly moved to turn around to see if he was awake I felt him kiss the back of my neck.

He said, “Baby don’t move,” so I didn’t.

He continued to kiss the back of my neck. I felt his dick harden and I my pussy begin to get a little wet. His body was pressed against mine as he kissed me made me moan. It felt so good. Then his cell phone rang. It was the loud and annoying T-jingle. We ignored it as he kept kissing me and fondling my breast. He kneaded my breast simultaneously gently brushing his fingers over my nipples. His phone rang again. We attempted to ignore it a third time but I hate T-mobile’s default ring tone. It was driving me crazy. So, I put off my gratification, rolled to lay on my back and tersely said, “Los … PLEASE answer it before I break it.”

He pecked me on my lips, genially got up, walked across the room to his dresser and answered his phone. Being nosey, I listened to his conversation. It went like this:

“What? I was sleep.” Spin

“Yea, she’s here. I think she’s still sleep too.” Spin

“Of course, we’ll be there as soon as Nat is awake.” Spin

“Y’all know I can’t answer all of y’all at once. So either take me off of speaker or quit asking so many questions at the same time.”

Then there was a long pause.

“Ok. Well tell Miss Shell we’ll be there before dinner for sure.”

“Yea I know”

“Ok. I’ll try but y’all know how she is about being awakened.”

“Aight. Bye.”

He got off the phone looking a little somber then smiled at me, lying naked on his bed. I couldn’t help but laugh. “You know you sort of opened the door for them to come wake me up.”

“I did, didn’t I?” he said, strolling across his room with his dick bobbing in the air.

I crawled to the end of his bed with a smile creeping across my face wishing that there were a way I could get some before Steph, Erica, and Eboni showed up banging the door down, cock blocking.

I grinned from ear to ear as I said, “Yea … so we have to get dressed.”

I really wanted to say ‘Yea … but let’s sleep in, forget them.’

I slid my naked ass off the bed, disappointed and walked around picking kadıköy escort up my clothes. Every time I bent over I could feel Los burn a hole in my back, watching me. I knew what he was thinking. I felt him lurking behind me as I was bending over to pick up my last article of clothing. When I bent over he massaged my ass cheeks with both of his hands wide open. He said, “You know … I could get rid of them and we could sleep in.”

Fulfilling my desires was all I wanted to do but neither of us showing up and Los running Eboni, Stephanie and Erica away would be suspicious, especially with how my family thinks. They all closet freaks or fuck around with people they shouldn’t, some families can have more scandal than necessary. I stood up straight and I laughed at Los.

Sarcastically I said, “Yea … let’s do that.”

Shaking my head as I walked away, I half said to Carlos and half to myself “We’ll have every single person in both of our families here banging the door down trying to SEE if we fuckin.”

He laughed at that, still walking behind me.

“I know you don’t want to leave.”

Amused, I asked, “How do you figure that?”

“You haven’t started putting your clothes on, even though you know that Erica, Stephanie and Eboni will be here in, what 5 minutes?”

That was true, but I wasn’t going to let him know that. “I have to get all of my clothes before I can start putting anything on. What about you?”

“This IS my apartment; it’s not suspicious if I’m naked”

I laughed and putting my panties on I said, “True.”

I watched Los watching me, watching him watch me get dressed. It was sexy. I couldn’t distract myself with the naked man in front of me when the three nosiest people on earth were on their way here to “wake me up.” But I decide I could make getting dressed fun. I put my bra on and walked over to Los.

I seductively asked him, “Would you snap this for me, papi?”

He hesitated like he was going to say no. I knew he wouldn’t say no. Ariana raised him to be respectful of women even when he was a man whore. She also raised him to take heed to their requests when it was reasonable. After he snapped my bra I turned around, fondled his dick and tongue kissed him. I pecked him on the lips enjoying the way his lips felt on mine. I enjoyed it so much that I slipped my tongue in his mouth and let him suck on my tongue. Then I savored the feeling of his tongue in my mouth as I sucked on his tongue. I had to abruptly withdraw the kiss that I started because I felt myself getting aroused and knew that there would not be any turning back if we went any further. After teasing myself and Los I would have to put my clothes on quickly. I knew I almost got caught in my own game.

I went into his bathroom and shut the door to finish putting my clothes on. I imagined that Los was putting his clothes on too because I didn’t hear anything from him. When I came out of the bathroom he was standing in front of the door with nothing on but hard dick and a big grin on his face.

“What?” I asked.

He continued to smile and said “Nothing,” sliding past me to get into the ümraniye escort bathroom.

“Nat, when they get here let them know I’m in here.”

I said, “Okay,” wishing I was getting in the shower with him.

As soon as I was in his living room and his shower water was on I heard the infamous bang of Stephanie, Erica, and Eboni knocking all at once. I opened the door and reported where Los was, hoping they didn’t get a big whoosh of our sex scent as the door was opened for the first time that day.

I noticed that Erica had a little perplexed look on her face and I did not say anything about it.

Erica said “Well, I thought you’d be sleep.”

“Me too,” Stephanie and Eboni co-signed.

I rolled my eyes and said, “I was until I heard Los’ phone ring 3 times in a row like y’all thought someone kidnapped and planned on killing me.”

Eboni said, “Nat you’d’ve been worried too if you woke up and one of us was no where to be found with no note and the only person accounting for us was no where to be found with no note and neither person was answering their phones.”

“True. So … what are y’all about to do?”

“It looks like we gonna be leaving Los,” Steph reported, looking at her watch.

I tried to think of a credible reason to stay while Carlos got dressed. I said, “I guess this means I’ll have to leave my purse and everything that he put up for me here.”

Eboni looked at me, seemingly reading through my statement and said, “Guess so.”

“No you don’t, we can wait.” Erica said.

“No, we can’t wait … Miss Shell and Aunt Teá are waiting on you. Plus, I know you want to get into something fresh.” Eboni said.

I was wondering why Steph was so quiet.

“That’s true. I’ll go back and ask him to bring my things.” I said.

As I walked back towards his bathroom I realized that I would have to stand outside and scream in that we were leaving and to bring my things because his shower curtain was clear. It would be a dead giveaway if I just waltzed into the bathroom and said for him to get my purse and bring it. I hoped he would remember that I didn’t bring a purse with me and it was my way of saying I wanted some more time alone with him. Once I got his “Okay.” I walked to the front and Steph and Eboni were in their same spots whispering while Erica had gone to the kitchen for something to drink.

I was about to ask what’s going on when Erica walked out of the kitchen and said, “Okay, everything in order? We ready to go?”

I said “Yea,” and walked to the door to hold it open for everyone.

Steph and Eboni seemed to make sure Erica walked out first. The ride back to my mom’s house was quiet. I just knew Steph and Eboni knew about Los and me because they were too tightlipped when Erica came around and when I walked back into the room Eboni appeared to cut her eyes at me. When we got to my mom’s crib on Mad Anthony I was contemplating what the hell I could do to quell any anger anybody could or would have towards me for fucking with any of their preconceived notions of how people should be and who two adults should and should not have sex with.

All of my thoughts about ümraniye escort the forthcoming drama went out of my head when I saw my Grandma Jo sitting in the yard handing out water balloons and all of the kids and some adults throwing them at each other. As soon as we stepped out of the car we got bombarded with water balloons. I missed getting hit by all of them, surprisingly. I laughed as I ran into the house. When I got in I went straight up to my room to get some fresh clothes and headed to the private shower in the adjoining bathroom. While I was in the shower Eboni came into the bathroom to talk to me.

I could tell this was going to be deep by how she came in with her let-me-be-professional-demeanor on, sat on the toilet seat and said “Nat, we really need to talk.”

In my head I was thinking “Oh shit!” but I semi-yelled “Okay Eboni … but can we talk when I get out of the shower and I don’t have to yell over the water,” hoping that would buy me some time to think.

She said, “Of course, but remember we need to talk, ok sista.”

I said, “Of course … now get out! And shut the door all the way, letting out my warm shower air!”

As soon as Eboni left and my shower started feeling good to me again Steph came in. I love my little sister but what the hell could she want?

“Nat … we need to talk when you get out the shower … I’m just letting you know quick cuz I know how you hate for people to disturb your sleep and your long ass shower.”

I laughed and said “Yea, I’m a prissy bitch.” Her laughter took all of my thoughts of Eboni possibly knowing and the precarious situation I might be in away.

I stood in the shower rubbing my body down with Aromatherapy Jasmine Vanilla soap singing ‘Speechless.’ I should’ve gone to church more or joined the choir or something because as soon as I was getting into the song a familiar voice came into the bathroom and said “Quit that ruckus!”

I smiled, said “NO!”

I started back singing … “Going out my head I think I’m loosing all my mind …”

I hoped no one would think anything of the man in the bathroom with me, being semi-tortured by my singing.

He said, “Oh for real?”

I stopped singing and said, “Be quiet … Did I tell you how much I love this song?”

He said, “No … but I can tell how you’re singing it, like you are Beyonce, that you love it more than you might need to.”

I giggled. “I think you might need to leave here cause I’m about to get out of the shower.”

“So … It’s not like I’ve never seen it before.”

“True but still …”

Sticking his hand into the shower under the warm water, he said, “Okay … but what happened to the alone time you wanted to get with me … we can have it now”.

“I still want that but we can’t be doing all of that here in my mother’s house with everybody downstairs”

“We can’t?” he asked rhetorically.

“No.”

His response was, “Hmm … Okay.”

I heard the bathroom door open and close. Thinking he left I turned off the shower and pushed the curtain back to discover he was sitting on the toilet seat grinning from ear to ear.

I beamed, “Ok … so I’m naked and in here with you with no shower water running … now what?”

“Turn the shower water back on.”

I said, “What??”

“Turn the shower back on, make sure it’s warm, and don’t get out.”

“Ok,” I said, “Your wish is my command.”

Smiling, he said, “Good,” then leaned forward to make sure the door was locked.

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I was on the home stretch of my run – just the last few hundred yards of the wood and then a couple of streets and I’d be home. I’d run the same course hundreds of times; every day after school for over three years. It was much like every other time I’d run the course until I noticed a man sat at a picnic table watching me closely.

I wasn’t used to having attention but over the last few months, I had noticed more and more men watching me. It hadn’t been lost on me that their attention started when I had started developing up top. I am a very late developer, my tits suddenly appearing only a few months before I finished 6th Form. But I still didn’t understand – I still had a plain face and long gangly legs – what would a guy see in me?

I decided to push it on the home straight, moving from a jog into a sprint.

When I got home, I had worked up quite a sweat and was looking forward to a shower but I found my father looking at the boiler with an expression of bewilderment.

“What’s up dad?”

“Boiler’s on the blink.”

He saw the state I was in. “Oh, you go and have your shower while we still have some hot water in the tank. I’ll call a plumber in as soon as possible.”

I was a bit dubious.

“Go on, it’ll be alright,” my dad reassured me.

“But how will we afford it?” I asked. I knew we didn’t have much in the way of ‘disposable’ funds for emergencies.

“Let me worry about that,” he assured me.

I shook my head in resignation and went into the bathroom, pulling off my pink sports bra and closing the door. I dropped my pink lycra shorts on top of the sports bra and turned on the shower and stepped into the hot water as the room filled up with steam.

I thought I heard the door open and close quietly as I was shampooing my short blonde hair but couldn’t be sure.

After a long hot shower – longer than usual as I wasn’t sure when we’d have hot water again, I turned the water off and reached for the towel on the rail but couldn’t find it. I was sure it was there when I started the shower but it wasn’t now.

I stepped out of the shower and wiped the condensation from the mirror to see my wet body and my newly developing tits. They jutted out directly above my toned stomach. They looked larger than they were because of my slim frame but they still seemed to grow each day when I looked at them.

The mirror misted up again so I went to the door to look for a towel. I heard voices – my dad talking to another man, presumably the plumber.

“I’m sorry mate, there’s just no way I can do it for less”, the stranger was saying. “It’ll take at least half an hour’s labour, plus parts, and a call out fee.

“Isn’t there a way we could trade or exchange favours or something for the labour and call out?” asked my dad. I had a sinking feeling I knew what kind of favours my dad had in mind.

The plumber just spluttered out a barking laugh. I got the impression he was about to leave. I took a deep breath and did what I think my dad had hoped I would do when I took the towel from the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door, completely in the nude, and stood there in front of the plumber. He was about ten years older than my dad, balding on top, with a pronounced pot belly.

“Hello there,” I said with a smile. “Would you be a dear and pass me a towel from that cupboard?”

“Oh, ah, well,” he said, probably trying to work out what was going on, then he looked in the cupboard. I just stood there smiling as he chose the smallest towel available.

“I’m gonna pop down the shops for a mo,” said my dad before leaving me with the fat old stranger.

I could almost see the penny drop and the gears start turning in the plumber’s dirty mind as the front door closed behind my dad and he leered at my glistening body. He approached as close as he dared. Then he started drying my arms for me with the small towel. When I didn’t object, he grew bolder and slid the towel over to my tits, massaging them through the padded material.

Before long, I was on my back on my dad’s bed, getting his sheets wet as the man on top of me struggled to free his hard cock from his stained trousers, kissing me on the lips and groping my tits. He finally freed himself and drove his hot hard cock into me in one stroke. He was a little bigger than my favourite toy but didn’t pay any attention to my pleasure. I moaned in all the right ways as he ploughed away inside me but he wasn’t doing anything for me. He blustered away, his sweaty red face looming over me, sweat dripping onto me. I wondered if he was going to have a heart attack.

I let my head loll to one side and saw a face outside the window watching us. I looked into my dad’s eyes as the blubbery beast on top of me spilled his seed deep inside me and then collapsed on me, knocking out my breath. I was no longer a virgin.

“So, do you think you could give us a discount?” I asked when he got his breath back, his deflating cock still inside me.

“Well, actually, I think I might have the right part in the van,” he halkalı escort said, rising up, pulling himself out of me, and doing up his trousers. He popped out to his van and came back a minute later with a little valve that looked like it cost a couple of quid. He swapped the part out in a minute and then made pretence of fiddling around with other parts of the machinery, then he turned it back on.

“Ah, that was lucky,” I said dryly. “How much will that be?”

“Uh, call us even,” he said.

“Well, thank you,” I said and he made his way out and I hopped back in the shower.

My dad was a bit awkward for a few days but we got back to our normal relationship before long.

*****

A couple of weeks later, dad and I were eating breakfast together on a Saturday morning.

“What do you think about a large screen telly?” dad asked out of the blue.

“It’d be great. But they’re sooo expensive,” I said.

“Dave was saying at the pub last night that he has a mate at Tesco who’s given him some discount vouchers that are about to run out of their use by dates so it’d end up costing much less than normal.”

“Wow, that’s great!,” I said, as I started getting excited about having a modern telly instead of the old CRT we had in the corner of the living room.

“I’m going down to the club this morning; do you wanna go to the shops with Dave to pick out the right one?”

I hopped up and kissed him on the cheek, “I’ll go get dressed,” I said excitedly.

Dave came by and picked me up in his van. I noticed him taking a couple of sly looks at my legs on the way but I didn’t mind as he was getting us a great new telly. I hadn’t noticed when I was dressing that the skirt I had picked out was one that I hadn’t worn in ages and really it was too short for me now, with my long gangly legs.

When we got to the store, I rushed straight to the tech area and had read half the specs by the time Dave had caught up.

“What do you think then?” he asked.

“I guess it depends on the budget – how much are the vouchers?” I asked.

“A little over three fifty,” he said, smiling.

Wow, I thought, that would cover a 40 inch screen – maybe even 47! Full HD and everything!

I pulled Dave over to the bigger tellies but Dave started sucking his teeth. “I was hoping to use some of it myself,” he said.

“Oh,” I said, a little let down. “So how much for the TV?” I asked.

“Well, I guess we could go a little higher,” he said, and I noticed something in his voice. I looked at him and saw he was looking at my chest in my little pink strappy top and I finally realised what was going on.

“Oh,” I said, “um, I’m just gonna pop to the loo for a min,” I said and saw excitement in Dave’s face as he watched me walk off.

I waited a few minutes in an unlocked stall in the toilets until the door slowly started opening and there was Dave standing looking at me hopefully.

I pulled my little strappy top over my head and hung it up on the back of the stall door. Dave licked his lips as I unclipped my bra and slipped it off, releasing my tits with a bit of a wobble. Next came my short denim skirt and the little yellow cotton knickers in one go to join the other clothes on the back of the door.

Then I dropped to my knees and started undoing his trousers. He was thicker but shorter than the plumber. I licked the length of his hard cock and started sucking his knob end. He tasted a little salty but not unpleasant. I licked and slobbered over his cock head for a few minutes but didn’t think I wanted to try deepthroating on my first go at oral sex so I plopped him out and stood up in front of him again.

He cupped my tits in his hands and then started licking and kissing them. He hooked my knees up around his hips and stuck his stubby fat member up my anticipating slick cunt, pushing me against the wall.

He paid a little more attention to my pleasure than the fat plumber had but I could see I wasn’t going to reach a climax before he blew his load and I guess I didn’t mind as this was for him, in return for the telly. I moaned and whimpered and breathed hard against his ear as he pumped a last few times, pushing his hot sticky goo deep up inside me.

Dave got his breath back, pulled his trousers up from around his ankles, fastened them, and left me naked in the ladies toilets to clean myself up and get dressed again. Neither of us had said a word the whole time we were shagging in the toilets.

When I got back to Dave at the wall of tellies, I showed him to a 50 inch beast for £450. “What about this one,” I asked. He’d have to stump up £100 of his own cash but I figured what I’d just given him was worth that. He seemed to make the same calculation in his head, no doubt in addition to the potential for me letting him do it to me again in the future, and he agreed with a smile.

Dad was over the moon with the TV I returned with. We hooked it up straight away to see how good it looked. We olgun escort watched it together all evening.

“Shame we don’t have a Bluray machine,” said dad blandly.

“Or any Blurays,” I added. Then, after a bit of a pause, “I’m sure I could persuade Dave to stump up some more cash to add to the home cinema.”

Dad just smiled.

*****

A couple of weeks later, Dad and I were watching a new Bluray when the doorbell went. I answered it and recognised the plumber who had taken my virginity – not someone you normally forget – and a boy around my age standing next to him.

“Hi,” said the plumber, “I hope you don’t mind me just dropping round. It’s just that, well, I got my hands on a new combiboiler – an ex-display model so got it for a deal. I just wondered if you would be interested in upgrading. It’s a lot more efficient so would save on your bills.”

“Well, that’d be up to my dad,” I said and I showed them through to the living room.

He went through the sales pitch again. Then he added, “we could work out a payment in kind – exchange of favours deal… like last time.”

I almost laughed at how desperate he sounded and I wondered if he’d had another fuck since he’d taken my flower almost a month ago.

“You and the apprentice?” asked my dad.

“Yeh. He’s not very experienced – teaching him everything I know.”

Dad looked at me to see if I was amenable. I just shrugged my shoulders.

Dad nodded. “Work first. Then payment.”

The plumber seemed really relieved. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was going to get his end away or because he had probably been regaling him with tales of how he fucked a blonde teen on a job and was glad I was going along with it instead of pretending it never happened and making him look a fool in front of his apprentice.

When they had finished their work and I had finished paying them, I joined dad in front of the TV. He was watching some raunchy thriller with a female undercover cop working in a strip club.

“I was talking to Dave last night at the pub,” he said mildly.

“Oh yeh?” I asked and I wondered for what reason I would be letting him fuck me this time.

“Have you given any thought to what you will do when you finish school?” he asked.

“Not really,” I said, a little confused. I was expecting some dodgy scheme where Dave had something that had fallen off the back of a lorry and I needed to pay for it with what’s between my legs, not a discussion about my career after I finish Sixth Form next week.

“Dave was telling me about this new club that opened last week. They’re looking for waitresses and it pays well.”

“Don’t they want people experienced in waiting tables?”

“They’ll train you,” he said, “they need lots of girls. Dave has set up an interview for you tomorrow.”

I was a bit shocked Dave had just gone ahead and set it up but if dad thinks it best, I’d give it a go.

“If that’s what you want,” I said.

The next day, dad asked me to wear a short skirt for the interview, which was a little worrying, but I did what he asked. Dave came by after lunch and took us to the club. He came in with me and my dad too. I had been expecting to do the interview on my own but I saw the reason for his eagerness when we got inside – there was a bar near the door, lots of small tables for the punters to sit at, and a large stage with a pole on the other side of the large room. It was a strip club.

“That’s Mr Black, the owner,” said Dave as a tall bald guy saw us and came over.

“Hello Mr Black,” said Dave, a little nervously. “This is Jenny, the girl I was telling you about.”

“Hello Jenny,” he said, taking my hand and raising it to his mouth to kiss it. “I’m delighted to meet you. When Dave here told me about you I felt sure he was exaggerating but you are just as enchanting as he said.”

“Thank you,” I said, blushing at his compliment.

“And this is Chris, Jenny’s dad,” said Dave.

“Hello sir, it’s a pleasure,” said Black as he shook dad’s hand firmly.

Mr Black took us over to a small table and we sat down as he went to the bar to get us some drinks.

“Did you know this was a strip club?” I asked Dad in a whisper.

“Well,” said Dad, a little evasively. So he did know but didn’t tell me as he thought I might not want to do it. Well if he thought it for the best, I suppose I would go along with it.

Mr Black returned with the barman carrying a tray of drinks. I just had a water as I wanted to keep a clear mind for the interview but Dad and Dave had beers and Mr Black had a whisky.

“Has Dave here explained how this club works my dear?” asked Mr Black when we all had our drinks.

“Uh, not in detail,” I said.

Mr Black smiled. He could see what was going on perfectly.

“Well, it’s a normal club in most respects. Except that there’s a pole on the stage for strippers and after ten the waitresses take off their şişli escort tops for the rest of the night.”

My eyes probably popped a little at that. I would be waiting tables with my tits out for most of the night? I tried to deflect from my surprise with a question.

“And are there private dances?”

“Wow, you brought us an eager one here, Dave! Well yes and no. Officially, we don’t have a licence for private dances. Most strip clubs just go topless on the stage and then fully nude in private shows but we go nude on the stage because that’s the only show we have. But in practice, we have a room for the girls to use if they want to show a customer a good time.”

“The strippers that is?” I asked.

“The strippers and the waitresses,” said Mr Black. “In fact, at the moment, we don’t have enough strippers so we are asking the waitresses to take turns on the stage too. How would you feel about that?”

I looked to Dad. His eyes were wide as he watched my conversation with Black. He just nodded.

“Well, sure, if that’s how it works,” I said with what I hoped was a care free smile.

“Great!” said Mr Black. “Would you mind showing me what you’ve got?” He nodded to the stage.

“What now?” I asked.

“If you wouldn’t mind.”

“Oh, well, um, sure!”

Mr Black signalled to the barman, who turned on some music and I got up uncertainly and made my way slowly to the stage.

I knew it would be very different when I did it for real. There would be lots more men around, watching. But they would be strangers and the lights would be low so I wouldn’t be able to see them from the stage. As it was, the lights were on full and I had Dad and Dave watching as well as Mr Black and the barman.

I tried not to think of them as I slowly moved over to the pole and held it. Now I knew why Dad was watching that strip club movie last night. To make sure I knew some moves – how strippers dance. I tried to remember what the protagonist had done and I started moving with the music.

Before long, I was really getting into the swing of it and I automatically started shedding my clothes. First my white blouse, then my short skirt. My bra came next, and finally, I made a show of removing my panties.

I used the pole a bit but I didn’t want to attempt any more advanced moves in case I made a fool of myself. If I got the job, I would hopefully be given some training on it before I needed to use it.

The third song that had played during my show was coming to an end so I decided to make it the end of my dance by finishing on my back, my pelvis thrust in the air, stroking my pussy.

The music ended and there was applause. It sounded like more than the four people I thought I was performing for. I stood and looked out at my Dad, Dave, Mr Black, the barman, and at least six women, all clapping enthusiastically.

Embarrassed, I picked up my clothes and scurried off the stage, pulling on my underwear as I went.

“That was marvellous, my dear,” called out Mr Black as I neared his table zipping up my short skirt.

“Thank you, sir,” I said shyly.

Most of the women who had watched my dance had left the room but one had stayed behind.

“This is Carly,” said Mr Black, introducing me to the older woman. “She manages the waitresses and dancers. She’ll show you the ropes but I can already tell you’re a natural.”

I shook Carly’s hand.

“Lovely to meet you, dear. I look forward to working with you,” she said warmly.

“Does that mean I got the job?” I asked Mr Black with excitement.

“Well, almost,” he said. He nodded to Carly to let her know she should leave.

“Good luck; hope to work with you,” she said as she left. I assumed to go to the dressing rooms.

“Did Dave tell you why he was recommending you to me?” asked Mr Black.

“No,” I said, confused. I had assumed he just wanted to see me naked some more.

“He owes me some money. Quite a lot of money actually. He was supposed to source some equipment for me but he cut corners, brought me sub-standard kit, and pocketed the difference. The equipment broke within the week and he had already spent the cash. I had to shell out for proper kit from a reputable supplier so I ended up paying twice.”

Dave was looking at the floor, embarrassed. My dad was shocked as we both saw where this was going.

“Dave said he could make it up to me and told me about a delightful young lady who would be willing to help him out. Are you willing to help him?”

I could almost feel the menace under his conversational, polite tone. Not toward me but for Dave. If I didn’t agree to help him, Dave was in for a very unpleasant time, I could tell.

“How can I help?” I asked.

“The salary here is a hundred a night plus tips but fifty percent of all tips go to me. If you work for free for a week, that should pay off Dave’s debt.”

“Five hundred?” I asked.

“No, a lot more than that. Most girls make much more from tips than from their normal pay. If you give me all your tips and don’t take any pay, we should be even in a week. If you get as much in tips as I expect you will.”

I looked at Dave, then to Dad. He nodded.

“Okay, it’s a deal.”

“Great! In that case, do you want to make your first tips now? Your performance up there gave me a massive stiffy,” said Mr Black and I was shocked as he unzipped his trousers and hauled out the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.

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My first encounter with Steve was on the phone. His wife, a friend of mine from work, thought he might be interested in my studies of sexual asphyxia. He had already encountered the rare deviance as a cop at the scene of accidental deaths. At the time they were thought to be suicides. All of a sudden I found myself having a discussion of strange sexual practices with someone I’d never met.

But, that’s how it is with Steve. Sexuality dominated his lifestyle in the early 70s, and although he’s less physical with it now, he still studies it, and our conversations at some point always touch on sex, whether it be some bizarre weirdness or more common sensual passions.

Steve’s varied experience in sexual matters gave me some comfort when I found myself being attracted to another woman. I had always dated men and enjoyed some time in the bed with a few of them, never thinking I could love a woman. That is until I met Janice and discovered that she was a lesbian, and that she turned me on.

Somehow I knew Steve was the one person who would understand, and of course he did, telling me to “go for it.” He told me about a five year relationship he had with a man, and that he considered himself bi-sexual, even though he hasn’t had sex with a man for years.

So, I went for it. Janice and I became lovers, lived together for several years, moved to another city, had major fights about her seeing other women, and here I am, alone again.

Alone, except for tonight. Steve was passing through town on vacation and is spending the night. It was good to see him again, having dinner, talking all evening, catching up on old times. But now, for some sleep.

We’re sharing my bed, but we’ve done this before when Janice and I were still a number. It’s nice having a friend lying beside me in bed again, and even though we’re just sharing the bed to sleep, I have to admit there is a tingle of excitement running through me. I wonder if Steve felt it.

Though istanbul escort he normally sleeps nude, tonight he’s wearing shorts, probably in deference to my own T-shirt and shorts. I felt I should maintain some propriety when sleeping with my best friend’s husband.

I was tired earlier, but now I’m lying here in the dark, very conscious of Steve’s presence next to me. His forearm is next to my shoulder and I can feel the warmth and a tickling of hairs. It’s sort of exciting sleeping with a man who is just a friend. The potential is there for sex, which creates a certain tension as we share the bed as pals. I suppose we could both be women or both be men and it would be the same. I wonder what it would be like with Steve? It’s been years since I’ve made love with a man.

He’s rolled over and his arm is across my chest and one knee is bent across my legs. Could probably prod him and make him roll the other way, but the closeness feels kind of nice right now. I’ll just lay my arm across his, slide next to his bare chest and enjoy this intimacy.

How many years since I’ve been this close to a man? They’ve got their own smell. Either never noticed or forgot that a man smells different. Won’t be able to lie here thinking I’m in Janice’s arms, not with the hair and the smell. I can also feel his erection pushing against my leg.

I know it’s just a sleep erection, but the thought of it is still exciting. I’ll just slide my hand down and touch it. I can feel its firmness through the cotton shorts that it’s straining against. The cloth is sliding up and I can feel the smooth head against my fingers.

Steve is thrusting his hips forward and the soft head of his penis is pushing against my leg. He must still be asleep, but ever so slowly his hips are moving as I fondle his swollen cock which is completely sticking out of the bottom of his shorts. Gliding my finger avcılar escort tips over the smooth contour of the head, tracing the crest and then onto the soft loose skin covering the hard shaft, I can feel the winding veins on top and push against them, feeling their resilient roll under my finger.

Sleepily enjoying this exploration of my pals sex organs, I’m suddenly aware that I shouldn’t be doing this. What if he wakes up? Do I just say, “Oh Steve, I thought I’d molest you in your sleep?” Would he be upset, or would he like to get it on? Am I ready to get it on with my best friends husband? God, what a soap opera!

Steve’s hand gently caresses mine and it feels so natural that I almost forgot that I’m holding his penis in that hand. When the awareness sinks in, my heart gives a leap. Am I caught, is he awake? He’s made no further moves – no protest. Maybe he’s still asleep, or is he being passive?

Fuck it, I’m going for it. I untie the drawstring, his shorts loosen and easily slide down his legs. Steve still hasn’t protested or indicated he’s awake, but has rolled onto his back while I’m removing his shorts. His dick is now pointing up and my face is right next to it. Holding the shaft in my hand, I rub my lips over the smooth shiny head, darting my tongue along the groove on the underside. Steve’s hand touches the back of my head. Guess I finally got his attention.

I’ve moved up beside him, pushing my hand against his chest and twirling the hairs there. His hand is on my breast, first squeezing me through the T-shirt, then sliding under it to caress my nipple. We’re doing it. The T-shirt is off over my head, and his mouth is toying with my nipples, sending chills around my chest and back. His large hand is inside my shorts, covering my mons and vulva, just teasingly caressing the outside. As I pull the shorts off, one finger slips between my lips and glides into my wet vagina while resting şirinevler escort on my clit. His size makes him so different than a woman, and yet he knows just where to touch me like Janice did.

My hand is on his firm cock, sliding up and down the loose skin of the shaft, occassionally gliding fingertips over the head, which is now slippery with fluid. Steve leans up and licks a straight line down my abdomen, stopping to circle my navel with his tongue before continuing. His lips are nibbling at my pubes, and I can hear him deeply breathing in the smell of my sweaty lips. Now his face is on my vulva, tongue moving back and forth, parting hairs and lips till it strikes the hood of my clit, making my insides jump. While pushing two fingers in and out of my vagina, he’s sucking my clit in and out of his lips, over and over, until in my excitement I squeeze his head between my thighs and scream an orgasmic “Janice!” Oh, sorry Steve, I’m sure you understand.

Pulling his head from my pussy, I kiss him to the smell of my own juices, then roll him onto his back and sit up straddling his rod easing myself down on this hard seeping organ and guiding it into my equally wet hole. After all these years it still feels good sliding in, filling me. Steve is quite wide and I can feel the pressure of him rubbing the walls of my vagina as I push up and down with his thrusts. In and out we pump repeatedly, faster and more furious until we both come. With moans of orgasm, my muscles squeeze against his cock while his hands grip tightly to my butt.

Exhausted, laying back down beside Steve, I drift off to sleep still thinking about what has happened. That was good, and I have to admit I still like making it with men. I know we shouldn’t have done it, and I feel a little evil for it, but fucking Steve was so much fun.

The sun is filtering through the trees and the room is starting to glow. Steve is lying next to me, his arm draped across my chest, pressing against my breast through my T-shirt. His knee is bent across my legs and I can feel his morning hard pushing against me through his shorts. My own shorts, a little moist in the crotch, are still on as I slide from under the weighty embrace of my pal sleeping beside me. As I go start the coffee I wonder if I should ever tell Steve about my dream?

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I was really nervous while I waited for Rick to pick me up. Even though we had been talking for a while on the net, this was our first real date. I didn’t know what to expect, but I know that we really seemed to have a connection.

I jumped as the doorbell rang. Five ‘o clock on the nose. Wow. He was prompt. That said a lot. I opened the door and looked up into his gorgeous eyes. And that smile was enough to knock me off my feet.

I almost stuttered as I held the door open for him and said, “Come on in.”

As he stepped into the house, the first thing he did was hug me. As he put his arms around my waist, I put mine around his neck making sure that we had a very close hug. Of course this pressed my breasts against his chest and I had a shiver run down my spine. With another squeeze, he finally stepped back and said, “Hello there.”

I had to steady myself and ease my breathing before I could answer. “Hello there yourself sugar.”

“Are you ready to go?” he asked with a wicked gleam in his eyes that I just loved.

“All set.” I said as I stepped out of the house with him. He immediately put his arm around my back as we walked to his truck. He opened the door for me, and as he helped me step up into his truck, his hand slid from the small of my back down to rest on my butt. After I sat down, I looked at him bashfully and saw he was wearing a sheepish grin. Wow. I could tell this man was here to torture me before hopefully pleasing me. Although it was a good kind of torture, I didn’t know how long I would be able to control myself.

After Rick got in the truck, we drove to the movie theatre. We picked out a movie we wanted to see and since we had some time before the movie started, we decided to go get something to drink. We stopped at a cute little coffee shop and got a corner table in the back. We decided to sit on the same side of the table and as I slid to the inside, Rick went to the counter to get our drinks. As I watched him go, I got all tingly. A burning down deep inside me. “The Fire Down Below” by Bob Seger came to mind. I couldn’t believe a man like him was here with me but he was.

I felt myself blush as her turned and caught me staring at him. He rewarded me with that big gorgeous smile. Yup. Fire down below was a good description. As he approached the table, my pulse quickened as did my breathing. Rick noticed. I guess it was because he could see my heaving cleavage, not that I was showing a lot, but I had decided to wear a sweater with a zipper and had unzipped it enough to tease him with just a peek. He set the drinks on the table as he slid into the booth next to me. He put his arm around my shoulders and slid closer so that our legs bakırköy escort were touching.

“Are you blushing?” he asked me as he leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“No. I’m flushing. It seems to have gotten rather warm in here.”

“Well, we can fix that,” he said and he reached up with his free hand to unzip my sweater some more. He stopped when the zipper was just about to the middle of my breasts.

I started to protest but then he cupped my cheek and leaned in to kiss me. Just a light brush of his lips on mine. Then he kissed my forehead and sat back.

“The hot chocolate’s getting cold,” he said with a wink.

So we finished our hot chocolate and left for the theatre. We picked seats in the back row in the corner.

As the lights went down and the movie started, once again, Rick put his arm around me. It wasn’t long before Rick put a small kiss on my cheek. After a while, Rick took his coat off and asked me to put it onto the empty seat next to me.

Since we had the row all to ourselves, I said, “I have a better idea. Throw it across your lap.”

Rick looked at me curiously, but he put his coat across his lap. This time when he draped his arm across my shoulders, I leaned into him and put my hand on his thigh under his coat. He then let his hand relax from my shoulder to my breast. Ok. No more Ms. Nice Girl. I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh to rest between his legs. I started rubbing my hand up and down and Rick squirmed.

I leaned my head back to rest on his shoulder so I could whisper in his ear, “Kiss me.” Rick leaned down and obliged. Lightly at first until I began fumbling with the button on his jeans. The he slipped his tongue in my mouth. He kissed me deeper when I unzipped his pants and slid my hand under the band of his boxers.

The movie on the screen changed and became bright. Wouldn’t you know, someone stepped into a brightly lit room. I broke off the kiss and sat up, but kept my hand inside the band of his boxers. I heard Rick hiss in a breath as I started to fondle the head of his semi-hard cock. He shifted his hips to give me better access as I slid my hand all the way down his hardening rod. He squeezed my breast as I squeezed his balls.

Rick leaned down to whisper in my ear, “Oh baby. What’re you doing to me?”

I gave him a wicked grin of my own as I told him, “I want you to be as frustrated as I am.”

I continued stroking him, relishing the feel of his hard, smooth mushroomed head and steel hard cock, thinking of how I would love to have it inside me. My mouth. Deep inside my wet pussy. He squeezed my breast harder as I stroked faster. Then he leaned over to kiss my beşiktaş escort neck, then nibble my earlobe. Then he started sucking on my neck giving me a hickey. Of course this caused me to squeeze and stroke harder and faster.

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum,” he said breathlessly into my ear.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked almost as breathless.

“Well, no, but since the closing credits are coming on the screen I think it would be a good idea.”

So I gave him one last squeeze and took my hand out of his pants. As he readjusted himself and fastened his pants, the house lights came up and people started to leave. We waited until everyone else had gone. When I stood up, Rick grabbed my ass so I whipped around and grabbed his head in both my hands and tongued him deep and hard and fast before I let go and moved on.

We left the theatre feeling frustrated yet invigorated. I couldn’t wait to get on the road to finish what I started.

“‘Ya know, we could take the back roads back to my house.” I said with a smile.

“Now that sounds like a fabulous idea.” said Rick. “But you will have to guide me.”

“Oh, I’ll guide you all right.”

When we got to Rick’s truck, he opened my door for me, but before he let me in, he grabbed me by the lapels of my leather coat and pulled me close to him. He returned the favor of a deep tonguing. Just when my knees were going to give out on me, he released me and helped me into the truck. We started out on the drive and I gave him directions. While he was driving, I leaned over and started to nibble on his ear. Poking my tongue in the edge of his ear. Kissing his neck ever so lightly. He reached up and unzipped my sweater all the way down and started playing with my breasts. I bit him. Sucked his neck and bit him. He reached under my bra and squeezed my nipples hard.

“Ok. Now you asked for it.” I said playfully as I reached and unbuttoned his jeans and yanked his zipper down. I thrust my hand down in his boxers and squeezed. “I need your help here.”

Rick lifted his ass off the seat and I tugged at his jeans and boxers and got them down to his knees. I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth. It grew hard in an instant. I started to circle the head of his cock with my tongue, licking off the precum that was there. I reached down and squeezed his balls as I took him all the way in my mouth and swallowed him down my throat.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM”, I hummed and that made Rick squirm.

“Oh baby. Suck that cock.”

I leaned back until he was almost all the way out of my mouth and then back again. I used my hand to help me. There was one point I thought he was going beylikdüzü escort to drive off the road, but he just slowed down a little. I began to pump him and suck him harder and faster.

And then Rick did pull over. Turns out there was a carpool place on the way home and he pulled in there. He practically slammed his truck in park. Then he grabbed me up and kissed me deep and hard. He flipped my breasts out of my bra so that they were supported underneath and took first one nipple in his mouth and bit and sucked it while he pinched the other and then he did the same to the other one. He started kissing my neck and biting me. Then he came up and kissed me again.

Rick reached around me and made the seats recline and pushed me back on the seat. He started rubbing between my legs and I gasped. Then he undid my pants and slid his hand down inside.

“Oh wow. You are wet baby. I want that juice.”

It was my turn to lift my ass up and let him pull down my pants and panties. He spread my legs and went right to work. He started by rubbing my slit then he pulled my pussy lips apart and started tonguing my swollen clit.

“Oh, Rick! Your tongue is so hot. Suck that clit sugar.” Then I couldn’t talk anymore. Rick sucked and then slipped one finger deep inside me then two. As he sucked and bit at my clit, he pumped his fingers in me. I started rocking my hips to his rhythm. It didn’t take long and I was shaken by an orgasm. He drank my juice and then he sat up, his lips wet with my juice still.

Then, and I still don’t know how he did it, he positioned himself over me and between my legs. He took his hard rod and rubbed it on my slit and down to my pussy. He rubbed my clit with the head and then slipped right inside me. He got the head of his cock inside me and stopped.

“Oh, you’re tight sweetheart.” Then he leaned down to drive his tongue in my mouth as he drove his hard rod inside me. I arched my back and he grabbed my breasts. He sucked my tongue as he continued to thrust inside me. It felt so good to have him deep inside.

I took his head in my hands and guided him to my neck. “Bite me sugar. Bite me hard as you drive into me. Bite me as hard as you pound me! Pound that pussy!”

Rick obliged. He bit me harder as he thrust harder driving into me so deep I thought I would burst. “Oh Rick! I’m gonna cum again!” And cum I did. Rick was right behind me and he thrust deep inside to shoot his hot seed inside me.

He let out something like a roar. “AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGHH!”

I tightened my pussy muscles around his cock and milked him for every drop I could get. It was an earth shattering orgasm for us both. Rick collapsed on top of me and I stroked his hair. And we gently kissed. We stayed that way for a while.

Then I couldn’t help myself. I reached down and grabbed his bare ass. Ooops….his cock jumped inside me. Rick kissed me and I felt him grow hard again. Oh yeah, I was ready for another round and evidentially, so was he.

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If you’re looking for great plotlines, I’m not your lady – more erotica than lit, this is purely a fantasy fragment meant as inspiration:)

So the rain is locked outside, where it should always have been, and the storm, such as it is, lashes its subdued British fury about us, so that we stumble into the foyer, damp, wet to the core, but alive and somewhat invigorated by the freshness of the torrent we’ve left behind.

You, you put the bags down by the counter, having insisted on carrying mine, and me not exhibiting more than a feeble protest. You shake your head like a soaked puppy, not so oblivious as to affect those around you, heavens, no, not rude. But a genuine gesture for sure and one that makes me smile, more in than out, as I turn to the receptionist and explain that we have a booking. You, looking around, soaking it in, the original art deco fixtures, features, quite stunning, and I’m glad of my choice.

But I just want to be warm and dry, and I’m so in need of a bit of cosy, wrapped-up-ness, in a blanket, I think… in you, maybe…

And it seems natural, despite my check-in, for you to pick up the plastic card that serves as a key and lead the way to room 225. Second floor bakırköy escort and you head for the lift. I take a gamble that it won’t be too small, built with the building, and it pays off. Large mirror greets us as we walk in, wet, us, and we look it… hell, certainly no obvious pairing… but comfortable…and we stand, alone in the lift, back to the mirror, as the lift plods upwards, not talking. You gesture for me to step out first and then we follow the signs to the room.

Inside, I look around, fairly standard but nice, and too in need of warmth, dryness, even to check out the bathroom, I crawl, fully dressed, leopard-coat and all, under the blankets and into bed. I kick my shoes out the bottom, lie on my side, and simply enjoy. I am just starting to drift off, when I feel you crawl in behind me.

An itch… no, no itch this, just a gentle warmth, and a feeling of relaxed inevitability that takes away anything resembling pressure, nervousness.

And a desire now, like the moment before unwrapping a pile of birthday, Christmas gifts, when you want to start peeling, ripping, away at the layers, but in the knowledge that the beginning will lead to the end, beşiktaş escort and a hope that postponement will keep that feeling alive. A slow, no rush situation.

I think back to that first night, with your wife asleep upstairs, late, dark, hushed, and not. How drunk – not an unfamiliar situation for either of us – and talking and talking, quiet-quiet, we went quieter still, where you reached over on that couch and kissed me, leaning me back, head up on the armrest, your hand softly across my mouth, while the other raised a finger to your own lips. Shhhh. Lights out.

Now there, there, babe, was an itch. And if anyone can scratch an itch, that anyone would be you.

And how that first time, with a closed door and a silent house, and, frankly, no preamble at all, because, what, truly, was needed. You kissed me, me all shhh and used to saying your name in the dark, so quiet, less than a whisper. I fucking did, I wanted you so fucking badly, you, that those jeans of mine were gone already (I know, because I pulled them off).

I think of your one hand and how it conducted a pretty thorough reconnaissance mission, while your other hand unbuttoned, unzipped, beylikdüzü escort un-fucking-tethered, and on top of, you slipped inside me, filling me up, me all gaspy, all lip-bitey and don’t give a shit, but I had to. Your hand was back over my mouth, and you kind of looked at me, but neither of us really looking or seeing.

But all I could feel was you, and those hard, deliberate strokes, that made my head bang slightly against the arm, and I just willed you to come (yes, with an o and an e), more than anything, that, babe, was what I wanted.

I wanted that for you, so I could know that fucking smile in the dark, and I wanted that for me, so I could feel those last few thrusts and push right on up to meet you, and know how that felt. So you did, and oh-but it was all hmmm-ing smiles but not a time for postcoital bliss, and you pulled out of me, me with a little protest moan that I didn’t really mean, because in essence that was all that itch needed and the rest is just icing on the top.

We straightened out and sit up and lights on. Aware, again, of the family sleeping upstairs.

And now, here, back in the hotel, you crawl in behind me, all wrapping-up and holding, just still and still and still, you and me. Waiting waiting, because this is no itch, my friend.

Not quick, not frantic, not nothing; by this point, unlike so far, it’s not an itch that needs scratching, you, but a long and slow and loving afternoon, where we can pull out those tongues of ours and just ex-pul-ore.

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Patti was at her desk when I arrived at the office for the last time. She was alone – the company had been liquidated and we had been retrenched.

I was simply collecting a cheque for the closing balance of a cash trust account I had held as an employee. We had been retrenched two weeks ago and I was unemployed, as were most of my dozen or so colleagues.

Patti was dressed in her usual simple but stylish way: she wore a black pleated skirt and a cream satin blouse, black shoes and white socks. It was her posture that hinted of what would ensue over the next hour.

Sliding her office chair away from her workstation, Patti spread her legs wide apart, leaving her skirt draped between her knees. She also wore a coquettish smile; we liked each other but were too shy to admit it – or act upon it until this point.

It only took a few minutes for Patti to print off a cheque and close my account; the entire cash fund would be closing soon. I realised this would probably be the last time we would be together; certainly alone and with such an opportunity to fulfill our hidden desires.

“Let’s go into Ed’s office,” I suggested, thinking fast. “We should check the whole office before we leave,” I added unconvincingly.

Ed was the boss – State Manager Victoria was his official title. But like the other 11 of us in the Melbourne Office, a small outpost of a Sydney-based finance company, Ed was also out of a job.

“Okay Matt,” Patti replied.

Patti knew this was a pretext to get us alone but readily agreed. I just didn’t know what we would do first once we were into the boss’s spacious office with its bar, upholstered couch and large, leather covered desk.

It was only mid-morning and too early to suggest a drink – even for me. I soon realised I needed another excuse for us to spend time in the office.

I was not ready to start talking about our time at the company: the insular nature of the small office, the stress of the unit trust collapse that the company had presided over, and which killed it, the phone calls from distressed and angry investors, and finally the stress of losing our jobs. It was time for some fun and I sensed Patti felt the same way.

It was then that a strange idea occurred to me. “I know, let’s play bosses and job applicants,” I said. “What on earth are you talking about,” Patti replied sceptically.

“Well, I’ll sit behind Eddy’s desk and interview you for your job,” I said. “It’ll be fun.”

A smile widened across Patti’s face, “OK Matt, but I need to freshen up first.”

As Patti went out to the bathroom, I reflected on the three years I had worked for the company and the final 18 months when Patti had been there. She had brightened up a tough time when the unit trust meltdown occurred, and I wanted to thank her.

We hadn’t done anything together except go out for a few drinks occasionally with some of the others, but she was fun to be around, and an antidote to the office politics of the place and the viperish nature of some of her colleagues.

While I was alone in the office, I rearranged the furniture, placing one of the two upright chairs in front of the desk with its back to the desk and to one side; Patti would find out why soon enough. I also checked the bar, deciding that it was close enough to the weak October sun being over the yard arm for a drink.

As luck would have it, there was a half-full bottle of Tequila left in the bar cabinet – “Yes!” istanbul escort I thought: it was Patti’s drink of choice, although she usually drank it with milk.

I found two tumblers and poured us a finger each. It was not my drink but it would do. Apparently, Ed had taken the Scotch but someone else could have the Tequila. I then remembered to lock the office door: we didn’t want any unexpected visitors.

I then carried the glasses back to the desk and slid into Eddy’s luxurious high-backed chair. Apparently, Eddy’s lavish office was the envy of even the managing director, whose Sydney office was not as well-appointed, but I had not seen it or even been to the Sydney corporate headquarters.

I went by the title “trust manager” but had not been to head office where all the expertise was based.

Like a lot of things about the company, it was anomalous and misleading. One final preparation was to close the vertical blinds opposite the desk so we couldn’t be seen from the building opposite. We were on the 12th floor, but I was still a little self-conscious about what was unfolding.

I was thinking about my “interview” questions for Patti when she entered the room. She had undone a button and I also caught a whiff of perfume that I hadn’t noticed before.

“Sit down,” I said indicating the chair. “Guess what? I found some Tequila left.”

“I don’t usually have it straight,” Patti said.

“I don’t usually have it at all,” I replied. “Why don’t we just skol?”

With that, we emptied our tumblers. Patti grimaced but drank every drop and licked her lips in appreciation of the fiery Mexican liqueur. It was a bit sweet for me.

“Sorry I can’t find a mixer for it,” I said. I then got the ball rolling. “So why do you want to work for this company?”

“Because the job was advertised and I want a bloody job,” Patti said before bursting into laughter. The freedom to be honest in a job interview was strangely liberating and was relaxing us as much as the Tequila. I laughed too.

Patti’s job was mainly data entry, there was also some reception work and general office duties, like filing. Such entry level jobs got very scarce in the next two decades.

“So what do you want to do,” I continued. “Earn some money to have some holidays and move out of home,” Patti replied coolly. I decided the interview needed to change tack.

Patti was probably looking to become independent enough to enjoy her single life and then get married, but career was probably not a priority.

“By the way, you can smoke in this interview,” I said passing an ashtray to the other side of the desk. “Thanks”, said Patti, relieved. She lit up and gave me an encouraging smile.

“Go on, I find this entertaining,” she teased me.

“Okay, so do you have any special skills,” I ventured.

“I can do some great things with my tongue,” Patti replied, rolling her tongue into a groove. “And I’m not bad at the Lambada.”

That was the Latin dance craze then sweeping the world.

We then slipped out of interview mode and chatted about what we would do next with our lives, our recent holidays and whether we had any “significant others” in our lives – a clear negative in my case.

Patti had been to Bali in the past year and I thought there was a boyfriend, but she gave me the “he’s just a friend” line. Whatever. We were alone now and I was not about to avcılar escort start a significant relationship when I had no idea what I was doing with my life.

Unlike me, Patti had been offered alternative employment at another company as part of the winding-up process. As it turned out, it was only short-term – a matter of several weeks as a temp.

Some more personal questions seemed appropriate at this point. “Did you write this and put it on my desk?”

I produced an envelope from my back pocket and pulled out a typed letter that read: “Dear Matt, I would like to get to know you and your g-string a little better – Lift Admirer.”

Stapled to it was a magazine picture of a woman clad only in lingerie. Obviously, I was meant to know I had an anonymous admirer.

But the writer had not come forward. I couldn’t resist showing my colleague Andrew, who had burst into laughter. I don’t know why anyone thought I wore a g-string though.

It could have got both of us into trouble but happily this was a time when such innocent indiscretions from young employees of either sex were usually brushed aside.

Nowadays a major sexual harassment case could have ensued, all the more landmark for the “harassment” coming from a female employee.

“Well, I wrote that, Matt,” Patti admitted.

“OK Well now I know,” I responded. “And I have just one more question: Are you on the pill?”

“Yes,” she answered. “Now I have a question for you: Why did you draw the blinds in here? Are you a creature of the night?”

I then stood up and tried to resume the role-play of the hiring manager.

“Patti, I want you to know that in this office I am not prepared to ask an employee to do anything that I am not prepared to do myself. So when I ask you to take off your blouse, I will take off my shirt.”

Patti ashed her cigarette and stood up too, following my lead in unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a pink bra encasing small firm breasts, probably an A cup. I didn’t say anything as I then took off my jeans, and shoes.

Patti needed no encouragement to unzip her skirt and step out of it, still in her shoes and socks. She put her clothes on the coffee table behind her.

We stood there a moment until I motioned to the other chair and asked Patti to step up on to the chair and from there to the desk, while I settled back into the boss’s chair.

I was treating myself to my own private strip show, but Patti seemed to be having as much fun as me as she strutted back and forth in her pink bra and matching knickers. She was 21 and had a firm, slim body, olive skin and titian hair – typically Mediterranean looks.

She was a typical young secretary, popular and fun-loving. I was in my late 20s … but still relatively inexperienced in relationships.

After a couple of minutes of this, I stood up so my head was level with her thighs. I motioned to Patti to squat and as she did so pulled her panties down, revealing a dark-haired, slightly shaved pudendum.

We hadn’t even kissed at this point but that came now as Patti sat on the edge of the desk.

Wrapping my arms around her we buried our tongues in each others mouths while I fiddled with her bra straps. Finally freeing her breasts, I threw her bra to the side; it hit the closed blinds, as if making clear why I had closed them. I also pulled off her shoes, knowing there would soon be some contact sport going on.

Patti şirinevler escort then lay down on the desk, pulled her feet up and apart on the edge of the desk and slid back slightly.

“Go on, use your tongue,” she encouraged.

I did as I was told; it was the first time I had gone down on a woman. I buried my face between her thighs and slowly licked my way north along her labia to her clit. This was well before the days of the Brazilian wax and I tried to navigate with my tongue to avoid as much of her bush as I could.

By now I was rock hard and slid my jocks off. I was ready to enter her in a standing position, but Patti had other ideas.

“Not yet, I’m going down on you now; get on the desk.” I climbed up on the desk and lay on my back. Kneeling next to my head, Patti started kissing my chest and licking her way southwards.

When she reached my cock, she flicked her tongue around the head and down the shaft to my balls, which she took into her mouth. “I told you I could do good things with my tongue,” she muttered, before swallowing my manhood as far as her tonsils would allow.

Meanwhile, I had run my hand up her inside thigh and was stroking her moist labia. She then surprised me by lifting her left leg over my head, locking us into the 69 position, where my tongue now had unrestricted access to her labia and perineum. When I ejected some pre-cum I knew I would soon shoot my load so I called Patti to stop.

She sat up, still astride me and inched her way along my torso so we were in a reverse cowgirl position. She was about to sit down on my cock, but I decided I wanted to see her face so I asked her to spin around.

Sliding my member into her moist pussy, she leaned forward so I could cup her boobs in my hands. We lasted only about a minute in this embrace before I came, and watching Patti’s face quiver, I knew we were having the much sought-after simultaneous orgasm.

Afterwards we lay on the ample desk for about five minutes to recover our breath. Still covered in cum, we then went to gather our clothes.

Patti was shocked when I went to wipe myself with her knickers but I had one more surprise for the day. Reaching into my jeans pocket, I pulled out a small soft package and passed it to her.

“These are for you,” I said, “consider it an early Christmas present”. Patti then unwrapped a black, lacy g-string.

“You seem to have an interest in lingerie so I thought it was appropriate,” I added.

She laughed and thanked me. I then passed over her knickers so she could clean herself before trying on her first Christmas gift for the year. After getting dressed, we were faced with the disposal of the knickers.

I remembered that a few years earlier, it emerged that a federal government minister had had sex with his wife on his desk and she had left her knickers on the desk for some hapless public servant to find.

I wanted to do likewise, leaving them for a liquidator to find in a desk drawer as a token of our esteem for the failed company. Sensibly, Patti scotched this plan: she thought they could easily be traced to her and had her future employment to consider.

We found a plastic bag for them and took the Tequila bottle out to the office kitchenette where we gargled the last of it as a mouthwash. We then locked up the office, got into the lift and headed out to a nearby pub for lunch, dropping the plastic bag into a bin.

I saw Patti only twice after that. We had coffee once and, early the next year, I called into her parents’ greengrocer store where she was working.

We decided our worlds were too far apart for a relationship and I wanted to travel to Europe again while I still had a working visa for the UK. But I will always remember with a smug grin the last day in the office.

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“Yes, sir. I completely understand. I’ll have it done for you when you come in first thing tomorrow morning.”

I lowered the phone from my ear and will depressing the end button to end the call, my other hand ran through my short black hair and I exhaled a soft sigh of disgust. My overbearing boss had just given me yet another unreasonable deadline. A deadline that I knew that I wasn’t going to meet without at least some assistance. So I leaned back in my chair, cracked my knuckles and pulled up all the relevant information I could find to help me finish this project.

I wasn’t sure how long I had been working when my intercom buzzed and brought me back to the present. Reaching over my paper-covered desk, I pushed the talk button and while doing so I glanced at the clock on my computer. It was already 6:30! Well, I thought, there goes another chance to get home before 7.

“Yes, Brooke what is it?”

“Ken, Thom just left, and I’ll need to get home so I can see Kristina off to the game. Should I lock up or will you be out shortly?”

“Actually, Brooke, could you stick around a little, I could really use some help finishing up this report for Bob.”

“Sure thing Ken. Just let me phone Mark to see if he can take Kristina to the game.”

“Thanks Brooke. What would I do without you?”

“Oh, I’m sure you would survive, Ken” Brooke replied lightly as she quickly ended our discussion.

Brooke has been my secretary for over 3 years now, and I can’t imagine what I did to deserve to have her around. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. Her long silky toned legs were consistently a distraction, and her sparkling personality was a kicker. If it weren’t for the fact that she was happily married to one of my best friends, I would have scooped her up years ago. Of course, that hadn’t stopped us from finding the time to have a little fun every once in a while.

Brooke came through the door to my office and gently closed the door to the outer area. She glided in like a goddess. The incredibly short mini-skirt she liked to wear wonderfully accentuated her long lean legs. Her straight golden tresses flowed down to the middle of her back, and she had removed her business jacket to reveal her gloriously toned arms. She even left the bottom couple of buttons unbuttoned on her white blouse and tied the parts together to revel her incredible flat stomach.

“Now, Ken what was it you wanted?” questioned Brooke as she sauntered over bakırköy escort to my desk and smiled sweetly. Standing next to my chair, she stood over me, her 5’10” frame an intoxicating vision.

I smiled back at her as I gazed at her emerald eyes and invitingly, pouty lips. “Well, I’ve been working on this presentation that Mr. Richards gave me and I really need a little break, think you could help me out?”

Brooke smiled at the thought. Her blue eyes, sparkling behind her thin framed glasses as she and I made eye contact. Her eyes bored a hole straight into my soul through my own hazel colored irises.

“I know exactly what would help you get through this,” she pronounced seductively shaking her skirt covered ass at me. Placing her glasses gently on the desk she straddled my legs as I sat in my plush office chair. Snaking her thin tanned arms around my neck, I gazed lovingly into her crystal blue eyes and ran my hands through her long blonde mane. She responded by pulling my lips to her own ruby tinted lips and devoured my tongue in a searing kiss that brought my throbbing member to attention.

While kissing Brooke passionately on her hot mouth, my hands brushed over her exceptionally smooth abdomen and held on to her shapely hips, just above her incredibly petite mini-skirt that had always left little to the imagination on just how long her sleek legs were.

Brooke briefly broke our tongue battle and leaned herself back and allowed me to untie her rather short white top that she was wearing to allow me access to her nice small titties. Just perfectly shaped to hold in the palm of my hand. She smiled at my realization that she hadn’t worn a bra. She told me once that she liked how her silk blouses felt on her naked tits, and who was I to argue with that, eh? As my hands began to fondle her sweet caramel colored nipples, my sultry secretary began to stroke my emergent erection through my constricting slacks.

We moaned in unison into each other’s mouths as we continued our mutual fondling, and as soon as she released my aching prick from the confines of my tight slacks, I started carefully lathering her sweet breasts with my moist tongue. Hearing my married secretary sigh in contentment, along with her excellent handling of my erection was sending me closer and closer to the edge.

Sensing this, like a pro she swiftly released my hardened cock and detached herself from my lap. I was wondering beşiktaş escort what she was doing, until she folded to her knees before my chair and expertly brought my thick, bloated prick to her glistening rose-colored lips. Smiling knowingly I ran my hands through her bountiful blonde locks and helped guide my prick down into her warm inviting mouth.

“God Brooke,” I gasped to my hot blonde secretary as her tongue expertly rolled itself around my bulging dick, “I’m going to come any minute.” And as if on cue, my load surged down her gulping throat. Brooke’s experience here really paid off as she took all of my hot white cum in one swallow, not spilling even a drop on the office floor. Spent, I leaned back in my chair, panting contentedly for a moment.

“Brooke, you are the best cocksucker I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. How could I even begin to repay you?”

My lithe secretary quickly rose up and sat her skirt-covered ass down on the edge of my desk, spread her uncovered, tanned legs, and grinned. “Well, you could start by getting me off.”

I loved how direct she could be. I grabbed a hold of her slick legs, spread them wide and rubbed my hands slowly up her sweat-covered legs until I reached her short mini-skirt. Reaching underneath her soft skirt I yanked off her black lace panties, which not surprisingly were drenched with her love juices. Brooke leaned back and placed her hands on the edge of my desk as I lowered my tongue into her invitingly saucy slit and began my best to “repay” her with some service of my own.

Holding on tightly to her firm thighs, I dove my tongue into her warm, dripping pussy. She dug her fingers into my short dark hair and moaned loudly as I was licking expertly at her clit. While I lapped up her flowing juices she began rocking back and forth on the desk and my notes and papers for my momentarily forgotten report flew everywhere. We couldn’t care less. Brooke was in the midst of an incredible orgasm, and I had my face embedded in the most beautiful, wet, delicious, blonde snatch ever. Add in the fact that she was married and that we could’ve been caught at any moment, added to the thrill and excitement of it all.

Having my face buried in this sweet, intoxicating cunt quickly reinvigorated my sagging prick. Sensing how close my slutty secretary was to her climax, I drew my face up from her frothy cunt. She glanced swiftly at me trying to comprehend why beylikdüzü escort I would stop just when she was on the verge of an earth shattering orgasm. I then proceeded to lift her ass up off my desk, twisted her gorgeous figure around so that she was bending over my desk, pointing her magnificent ass in my direction. Ripping off her mini I thrust my hardened prick up into her tight velvety cunt. Brooke’s sudden gasps and cries at the sudden assault on her wet pussy reverberated around my office, increasing the chances that we would be caught.

My secretary’s cunt was amazingly tight on my stabbing cock, especially so for someone married with two young children. I grabbed onto her shapely hips and repeatedly penetrated her warm cunt as she continued to wreck havoc with the papers that I had strewn about my desk, sweat dripping off her glistening body. Her tiny titties rubbed harshly on the hard desk until I grabbed a hold of her them, massaging and tweaking her nipples to the obvious delight of my secretary who moaned her approval.

It wasn’t long before I felt a familiar stirring in my loins, and I gasped to Brooke that I was about to cum. She turned her head around, whipping her hair around and to gaze into my eyes and moaned, “Come…in…my…cunt…you…mother…fucker!” I leaned forward and kissed her hard on the mouth as my cum shot through my pussy encased dick, coating the insides of her velvety pussy with my sticky white cum as her cunt gushed and soaked the papers that had fallen to the floor from her gyrations.

Basking in our mutual orgasms, I took her in my arms and held her softly in my lap as I fell back into my chair. The air heavy with the scent from our lovemaking and the desk and chair were coated with a thin sheet of our love-sweat. I kissed her sweat-covered forehead and murmured, “I love you, Brooke.”

Brooke only sighed contently and rose her heart shaped face to mine and kissed me hotly on the mouth. Releasing herself from our embrace and rising from my lap, she smiled warmly at me and replied sadly, “I care about you too Ken, but I couldn’t stand to pain Mark by leaving him. Or what that would do to Kristina and Angela, either.” I nodded in heartrending understanding, not wanting to hurt any of them either, especially since Mark was an old friend of mine from our college days.

Brooke hurriedly gathered her clothes, which had been strewn haphazardly around my desk during our torrid lovemaking. Quickly dressing she promptly left my office, leaving me with my now shrinking dick to ponder what would become of our relationship. Leaning back in my chair, I suddenly became aware of something that my secretary had forgotten in her rush-her panties, which were still lying on the floor of my office.

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