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SATURDAY

The day was finally here. John smiled as his parents’ car pulled up outside the university halls — his residence for the next three years. At the age of nineteen, he was ready to leave home and enjoy all the freedoms that this entailed.

After a tearful farewell from his mum and a more relieved goodbye from his dad, John sat alone in his new bedroom. He had lucked out, with one of the biggest rooms given to the new freshers — his own bathroom, a small private kitchen just across the hall, and a double bed.

With over an hour until his first scheduled appointment — a campus tour — John’s mind wandered as to what the year ahead had in store. He had done well in school and got pretty good grades, but he was no genius — no, the appeal of university was far less about the academic environment and far more about the people he’d meet and the things he’d get up to.

Despite his age, John was already fairly sexually experienced, but living at home had its restrictions and it was a welcome relief that he’d have his own space, without having to worry about sneaking a girl in or lying to his parents about where he’d be spending the night. University was a fantastic opportunity to cut loose, and John couldn’t wait to seize it. Freshers’ week in his halls had a reputation for being a wild one, and he couldn’t wait to meet some girls and see what happened.

He didn’t have to wait long. The campus tour involved all 150 or so new students living in the accommodation blocks nearby, and John wasted no time in chatting to his fellow new arrivals as well as scouting out the girls who’d be living just minutes’ walk away.

He wasn’t disappointed — everywhere he turned there seemed to be another gorgeous looking young woman. And as the students made their way around the campus, John was not the only guy who seemed far more interested in flirting than looking around the library, gym and dining hall. He particularly enjoyed meeting a beautiful Chinese girl called Melissa who had a very cute smile and an incredible figure, and a sultry looking girl called Hayley, whose tight-fitting dress left very little to the imagination. The conversation was pretty run-of-the-mill — predictable stuff about where they were from, what subject they were studying etc — but John made a mental note to try to talk to both of them again.

Before long, it was nearly dinner time and the tour broke up, with the students each going to their accommodation blocks. A very earnest guy called Simon who lived across the hall from John suggested that their block all ordered pizza, and half an hour later John found himself sitting in a group of around a dozen freshers chatting away as they drank beer and ate their pizza.

One girl in particular caught his eye. She was striking rather than classically beautiful — with a devilish smile and long, brown hair cascading down to her shoulders — but it was her body that really grabbed John’s attention. Her short dress showed off her tall, athletic figure perfectly — her smooth, toned legs were on display for all to see, and the way she was sitting on the floor gave a tantalising glimpse of the shape of her tight arse.

John gazed at her, drifting out of the conversations going on around him, and his mind soon turned to imagining how she would look without the dress on at all. He thought about what it would be like to feel those long, slender legs wrapped around him, and her piercing eyes fixed on him as her fit arse bounced up and down on his cock.

But his reverie was interrupted as she got up from the other side of the circle they were sitting in, smiling at him, and came over to sit down next to him on the floor.

“Hi, I’m Clare,” she said confidently as she sat down beside John, her gaze fixed on him.

“John,” he replied, sticking out his hand to shake hers, which made him feel slightly foolish given the thoughts that had been swirling round his head seconds earlier.

She smiled at him, and John couldn’t help but feel that her hand lingered on his a little longer than he might have expected.

They made small talk for a few minutes, which John was never very good at, though he did learn that Clare’s room was directly above his — a fact that she seemed eager to convey to him. But any chance John had of taking things further was halted, temporarily at least, by Simon who sat himself down between them and started talking away about plans for the evening, clearly not noticing the building tension between Clare and John.

John smiled sheepishly at Clare as Simon carried on, telling them both that a large group of freshers were planning to go for some drinks at a bar in town. It didn’t seem up for debate whether Clare and John would be going, so they finished their pizza, downed their remaining beer and went back to their rooms to get ready for a night out.

As John changed his shirt and washed his face, he hoped beyond anything that he’d get to spend more time with Clare and that she had had some of the isveçbahis same thoughts about him as he had had about her. Again he found himself imagining her naked, this time going down on him, licking his cock from base to tip and swallowing his whole length. And being in the privacy of his own bathroom, he unzipped his flies, taking out his already hard cock and pumping it vigorously. A couple of minutes later, his mind consumed by thoughts of Clare, he came hard.

After cleaning up, he finished getting ready and joined his fellow students in the hallway where they were gathering to go to the bar. He was pleased to see Clare was still wearing her short, sexy dress, and she smiled at him alluringly as they made their way out of the halls. Students from every block seemed to have the same evening plans, and a large group of them made their way across town together to the bar. Once more, mundane conversation about everyone’s course choices and hometowns filled the air. John quietly hoped for something more.

They arrived to find the bar absolutely packed, with students from across the university already filling almost every inch of floor space. Deciding to be more forward with Clare, John asked if he could buy her a drink, and went off to the bar to get the vodka and cranberry she had requested, again with a smile.

The queue for the bar took forever, with people pushing in and cutting in front of John on numerous occasions. By the time he eventually got his drinks, it had been at least thirty minutes, and he returned to the area that Clare and the others had been waiting to find that none of them were anywhere to be seen. He pushed his way around the rest of the bar, looking for them and feeling increasingly frustrated that he couldn’t find Clare in particular.

After another thirty minutes of searching, he gave up and settled on chatting to a couple of guys he’d met earlier on the campus tour. John finished the beer he’d bought for himself earlier, as well as Clare’s vodka, assuming that she’d left and gone somewhere else. The guys he was with bought another round of beers and they talked about their football teams and joked about girls they fancied around the bar. They were a nice bunch, but it was now getting late and John was starting to feel like freshers’ week wasn’t getting off to the start he’d hoped for.

As the minutes drew on, the bar got slowly emptier, with many students moving on to other places. Guys left the group John was in and others joined; John was ready to leave.

But coming back from a toilet break, John spotted a girl sitting alone at the bar. He recognised her from the tour earlier. Her face was cute but nothing special to look at, but she was blessed with a killer body — her tight, blue dress showing off a petite frame, with a gorgeous looking arse, a slim waist and topped off by a small but firm pair of tits. She didn’t have Clare’s tall physique or striking looks, but she was hot and she looked like she knew it.

Emboldened by the number of beers he’d had and his disappointment at not being with Clare, John sat down beside the girl at the bar.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked.

“Wow. You’re not wasting any time, are you?” she replied, slightly abruptly.

“No, I’m not,” he said “but frankly I’m bored of having the same conversation about where I’m from and what subject I’m studying with everyone I meet today so I thought I’d try something more direct.”

She smiled and said, “Well, I’ll drink to that. I’m Alex, by the way.”

John took this as a cue to pull his chair up close, introducing himself and ordering them a couple of drinks. He was feeling decidedly tipsy by this stage, but determined to keep his cool with this new girl. He studied her face more intently as they talked — she was pretty but clearly wearing a lot of makeup, her mouth standing out in luscious red lipstick, and her brown hair brushing the top of her perky breasts.

The conversation was certainly an improvement and flowed more freely than it had before, with both Alex and John clearly enjoying themselves as they shared jokes, stories and rumours about university life. It was after midnight when Alex noticed the time and asked John if he’d walk her back to the halls. He was in no mood to refuse.

As they walked across the town centre, continuing their conversation, John’s mind swirled with a heady mixture of alcohol and lust. At some point, he felt Alex’s hand brush against his and he took it gently in his own. She looked at him with a naughty smile on her face.

When they reached the main gates to the halls, they found them shut.

“I forgot they close at midnight,” John said. “What do we do now?”

“Don’t worry!” Alex replied. “Follow me.”

She took his hand and led him around the side of the main entrance.

“They showed us this on the tour, remember?” she said, gesticulating towards some steps that John then remembered led under the walls and into a tunnel that would take them inside the perimeter.

As isveçbahis giriş they walked slowly through the narrow tunnel, John was amused to see a condom machine on the wall — how appropriate it was to have one in the access point that students used after the main gates closed for the night.

Alex saw him looking at laughed a moment before saying, “Don’t worry. You won’t need one of those tonight.”

Any brief confusion John may have had about that statement quickly evaporated as Alex turned to him, a mischievous glint in her eye, and began kissing him. As her tongue snaked into his mouth, John reached around and grabbed her firm arse through her dress, pulling her closer into him. They made out for several minutes, during which John felt his cock rapidly hardening.

With their bodies mashed together, Alex clearly felt it too and she pulled away slightly. Saying nothing, she dropped to her knees and fumbled around with John’s zip until she managed to free his engorged cock from the confines of his jeans.

“Hello, big boy!” she purred before licking his whole length and devouring it.

John moaned as he received what was probably the finest blow job of his life up to that point. It was all he could do to stop himself from cumming straight away as he looked down and saw Alex’s big brown eyes looking straight back at him. She cupped his balls with her hand and continued her oral assault on his cock.

After a heavenly eternity of watching Alex bob up and down on his dick, John could feel his orgasm building.

“I’m about to cum,” he whispered breathily, suddenly conscious that they could be interrupted any second by other students using the tunnel.

Alex said nothing and kept her gaze fixed on John’s. She didn’t move a millimetre as his knees buckled slightly and he let out a loud groan, releasing a torrent of cum into her mouth. John felt spurt after spurt shoot out of the end of his cock, but he didn’t see any of it as Alex kept her mouth tightly around him.

When he was all done, she released her grip on him and stood up — she had swallowed every drop. John’s cock was smeared with saliva and Alex’s lipstick. They stood starring at one another for a few seconds as they caught their breath.

“Where’s your room?” Alex asked him eventually.

“P Block,” John replied.

“Yours is nearer,” she directed. “Let’s go.”

They practically ran the remaining length of the tunnel, emerging at the door of one of the blocks, before hastily making their way towards P Block. Once there, John was so eager to get his room key out of his pocket that he dropped it in the process. When he finally got his door open, the two of them hastened their way inside.

Standing in the middle of the bedroom, John and Alex resumed making out, running their hands down each others’ bodies as they did so. As their tongues mashed together, John could taste the mixture of make-up, saliva and the saltiness of what must have been remnants of his own cum in Alex’s mouth — but he didn’t care. All he could think about was fucking her.

Alex was thinking the same thing. She stepped back slightly from their embrace, stepped out of her heels and unzipped her tight, blue dress. She shimmied out of it and it fell to the floor, revealing a sexy, red bra and panties that bulged with the shape of her pert breasts and muscular arse.

“Fuck,” John mumbled as he watched her.

Alex smiled as John in turn unbuttoned his own shirt and removed his jeans, leaving just his boxers. His erection had not yet returned after Alex’s incredible blowjob just minutes earlier, but, draining in the sight of her incredible body standing just inches away from him, he could feel the blood starting to come back into his cock.

Wanting to make sure he pleasured Alex like she had pleasured him, John took her hand and led her over to his bed in the corner of the room. Taking control, he playfully pushed her down onto the cover. He then clambered over her so his knees were either side of her hips and bent down to kiss her once again.

He planted a light kiss on her luscious red lips and then gave her little kisses down her neck and onto her shoulders. Carefully, he reached behind her and unclasped her bra, throwing it onto the floor. Her pert boobs didn’t sag at all and instead kept their small, round shape. John began lightly brushing his tongue across her nipples. Alex groaned.

John’s kissing trail eventually led past her breasts and down her stomach until her reached her gorgeous red panties. He deftly undid the bows on either side before casting the panties onto the floor as well. He took a moment to admire her clean shaven pussy for a moment and could hear Alex’s breathing getting faster with anticipation.

Teasing her, John began by nibbling the inside of her thighs and running his tongue either side of her lips, making sure that he didn’t touch them. After just a few seconds of this, Alex wanted more.

“Please,” she said breathily.

Not isveçbahis yeni giriş wanting to taunt her for long, John stiffened his tongue and pressed it into her, running it across the whole length of her pussy. Alex squirmed and her body tensed with the sensation.

John was by this stage feeling like his lust had overtaken him completely, and he couldn’t wait to get inside her, but he wanted to make sure he returned her oral favour first. He manoeuvred his hands under Alex’s tight arse, gripping it firmly before burying his head in her pussy.

“Oh my god!” Alex cried out.

Spurred on by this, John began an oral assault on her beautiful pussy, licking her out over and over again and strumming her clit with his tongue. He couldn’t have been less worried about how loud Alex was in response as she urged him on, though they sound of their lovemaking must have been audible to all of the rooms around.

Within a couple of minutes, Alex’s body tensed further and she clamped her legs around John’s face, exclaiming, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

But John didn’t let up. He kept tonguing her clit and licking her pussy and she screamed her way through several orgasms in succession.

Eventually, he stopped and came up for air, his mouth wet with her juices. Alex’s breathing began to settle down and she sat up on the bed, looking at John with pure lust in her eyes.

“That was incredible. I’ve never felt like that before in my life,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” John replied with a smile. “Though I hope we’re not done yet.”

Alex didn’t say anything in response, but got up off the bed, moved round to where John was sitting on the edge, and slowly pulled down his boxer shorts, revealing his now very hard cock. John had always been quietly pleased with his thick seven and a half inches, and he was both delighted and relieved that it was ready for another go.

Pushing John back onto the bed as he had done to her before, Alex kissed him before straddling his hips and guiding his throbbing erection into her already very wet pussy. It slipped in without any difficulty. They both grunted again.

Now it was Alex’s turn to take control. She placed her hands on John’s chest and began bouncing herself up and down on his cock, slowly pushing herself up almost his whole length before gently falling back down.

John was in heaven. He knew that having cum from the blowjob he’d be able to last much longer now, and he wanted to make the most of it. He couldn’t believe his luck that on his very first night of university, he’d met this incredibly hot girl and here she was riding his cock and moaning his name, fresh from having swallowed his load.

Lost in her own lustful trance, Alex picked up the pace, bouncing more vigorously and forcing herself down hard onto John’s cock. John was only too happy to assist and grabbed her hips to help lift her up and down whilst thrusting his cock in and out of her dripping pussy. The sound of their heavy breathing and the bed creaking filled the air.

Before long, Alex was on the verge of cumming again. As her breathing got faster, John looked up at her and admired her incredible stamina and her amazing body again – he loved the way her firm boobs kept bobbing up and down as she rode him, and he couldn’t see an ounce of fat on her fit, athletic body. A few more minutes of this and John knew he would be cumming again himself.

This time, Alex’s release hit her even harder than it had before. John held her up on his cock as she stopped moving. Her breathy moans stopped for a moment before she exhaled loudly.

“Oh fuck yes!” she cried, her eyes rolling back in their sockets.

For a moment, she sat there with John’s cock still inside her, then she rolled off him and lay back on the bed.

“That was incredible,” she said as she calmed down. “Maybe we should just spend freshers’ week fucking in your room.”

“Hey, I’m game if you are,” John replied with a smile.

Whilst he’d been pretty much desperate for sex on his first night of uni, he was delighted he had ended up with Alex. Without any shadow of a doubt, she was a fantastic fuck.

“Your turn again, boy — what’s it to be?” she asked, licking her sweet red lips.

John knew he wasn’t far away from finishing and wanted to make the most of it. He had enjoyed feeling up Alex’s arse all evening and wanted a closer look. Saying nothing, he grabbed her around her tiny waist, flipped her over onto her stomach and lined his cock up with her wet pussy.

“Aaaaaggghhh!” Alex exclaimed as John filled her up again.

She felt his hips press against her bum as her pussy swallowed his whole cock. She was still tingling from her last orgasm and knew another one wasn’t far away.

John loved nothing more than fucking a girl doggy style — he wouldn’t last long in this position but he always felt incredible taking a girl from behind and couldn’t resist it.

Alex’s bum was the cutest and tightest he’d ever seen. He was completely overcome by raw, animal instinct as he grabbed it and began ploughing his cock in and out of her as fast as he could. The sound of his balls slapping against her was punctuated by their ever louder moans.

She woke with her body humming in sweet reminiscence. Without opening her eyes, she arched her back and stretched her arms with feline grace. As she settled back onto her pallet, she pillowed her covers around her nude form, and luxuriated in the silence that surrounded her; remembering.

The son of slaves, a person hardly considered by society as human, Dion was a creature of utter perfection. He was sleek of body, with golden skin, dark hair, and black eyes that pierced as well as enveloped with their profound depth. Eyes that followed the every movement his mistress made with complete devotion and silent love.

How could she not notice such divine masculine beauty? How could she not respond to his eager faithfulness, his willingness to please? Oh, yes, she was married; married, in fact, to a member of the Senate. And, yes, Athenian law as well as her own, personal religious beliefs strictly forbade laying with a man not her husband. But how could she refuse the love he offered? How could she ignore Dionysus’s madness running hot through her veins?

So, she took him into her marriage bed; the fine linens and embroidered draperies a sumptuous backdrop complementing the mating of their bodies. A mating of their hearts.

It was there that she allowed Dion to touch her with more than his watching, worshipful eyes. With a reverent caresses, his work roughened hands made her body tremble. With his hot, moist mouth, he adored every inch of her skin, until she was liquid silk. His breath, warming; his body, igniting. With Dion, she turned into a goddess of unquenchable cravings; ravenous for nothing less than everything.

He taught her the secrets of her femininity, nudging her infant bud into full bloom with patience and skill. When she blushed at his ardent ministrations, he delved deeper; his tongue creating isveçbahis pure ecstasy in the heart of her womanhood with long, loving laps. His fingers worked magic from within, relentlessly caressing until she was begging to be filled completely. Then, with a scrape of teeth and a swirling tongue, she died from the pleasure that burst into iridescent completion.

But he brought her back to life, her Dion, with drugging kisses of languid passion. He clasped each of her hands in his own, so that each tiny fist was completely enfolded within. The long, hard body she had admired from afar was stretched and pressed flush against her soft womanly curves. She could feel the steel of his arousal on her leg; his length from knee to her upper thigh caused a stir of longing as well as a touch of fear. He was so much man. Almost too much.

His dark, musky scent was overpowering and shattered her sanity until she was nothing but a confused mix of sensations. The soft crinkle of hair that swirled into circles along his body warred with the softness of her skin. The hardness of his muscles barely confined within his hot, velvet skin a seductive contradiction. Captured there beneath him, she felt so small and fragile; womanly. Every touch spoke epic poems from the heart, every kiss a dance of love. How she had lived this long without such sensations, without his touch, she could not believe. How she would now live without him, she did not know. She was spiraling into a whirlpool of obsession for this, possession for him.

And then he slid a knee between her legs, and spread them gently open. She opened willingly, embraced Dion’s body with open arms and an open heart, and when he slowly pushed himself inside, his thickness stretching and filling, she cried tears of joy. He fit perfectly; their bodies the key and lock to the other’s isveçbahis giriş pleasure.

She wrapped her body around his, tightening a passionate noose with her arms and legs, and pulling him deeper within his sheath. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their hearts beat as one. Her breath would suspend when he pulled away, then she would gasp sharply when he thrust back in. Her world was centered on what fantasies this man wove and fulfilled for her, and she soared in his arms, the colors forming and blinding her.

In the language of the slaves, he murmured a soliloquy to her beauty that she could not understand, but which sent her body into such wondrous convulsions that she cried out with sheer delight. Then, with a guttural moan, Dion’s body flexed powerfully within hers, and as he spilled his seed across her womb, he whispered, “?’ ?????.” I love you.

The words now echoed in her head. ?’ ?????. I love you, I love you, I love you. One single moment of absolute love and joy, and sheer pleasure. ?’ ?????.

A sharp clang shot through the tiny room, and Evadne was thrust from her reverie into the harsh reality. The embroidered canopy melted away, leaving a stark ceiling of gray stone. The soft linens became a tattered horse blanket, the worn fabric rough and scratchy against her delicate skin. Pleasure turned to pain; pain of extreme hunger and thirst, pain from the lash and salted wounds.

Brutal hands yanked her from her pallet of molded hay, and she stumbled blindly into the light of day. The heat from a sun Evadne had not felt in weeks was almost unbearable. Sounds of a jeering, screaming crowd assaulted her ears till she thought they’d bleed. Rocks pummeled her already torn skin, and she bit back a gasp when one marked her temple.

“Whore!” Evadne could hear them now, could hear isveçbahis yeni giriş their hateful curses echoing through her head. “Whore!”

Tears streaked through the blood and grime that covered the face that had once captivated. She was stripped of her clothes so that they might parade her through the heart of Athens like the whore they accused her of being.

Finally, up a wooden staircase they went, to a platform constructed just for her. Waiting there was her husband, the Senator Andries, and a burly stranger with a nastily curved sword. Evadne stood proudly before her husband, looking him in the eye, and willing him to forever be haunted by what he condemned her to.

Raising his voice so that the crowd might hear, the Senator spoke: “Evadne, you are charged with adultery; a crime punished by death.” The crowd cheered morbidly. “But we will be lenient and allow you to live, if you were to name your lover.”

Silently, she turned away from her husband, and faced the blood lusting crowd. Her eyes traveled one last time along the marble columns and carved statues of her beloved home, white stone gleaming beneath the deep blue of the sky. Then, when her gaze searched through the crowd, it settled on a man standing tall and still in the center of the crazed population.

Evadne smiled. Her memory came flooding back to her – each touch, each kiss – and knew that having his love was worth such a death. She knelt without resisting on the hard wood planks, her eyes never leaving her lover’s.

?’ ?????. Hands and lips caressing until their bodies sang.

Evadne saw Dion pull a small sickle from his waistband.

?’ ?????. Being filled and connected; the two of them merging into one.

A shadow raised his arms, a shade of a sword in hand.

?’ ?????. His tears falling as he spilled life and love into her willing body.

As the black silhouette descended, Dion, with a loving smile and whispered words, plunged the wickedly sharp knife deep into his heart.

?’ ?????. ??? ??????. I love you. Forever.

Chapter V — Ante Up

Thursday Jill and Tommy spent the early morning together. Tommy’s mom, Connie, was returning from her seminar around noon, so the two lovers would soon have less time together. They’d have to take care to conceal their affair from a mother that simply wouldn’t understand.

They sat at the kitchen table, talking, just before he left. “You do remember that I’m going out with the guys tonight, don’t you,” he asked.

“Yep,” she answered. “Are you up to anything in particular?”

“Just hanging out,” he replied. “Guy stuff.”

“Guy stuff, huh. I know all about guy stuff. You’re not dumping the old broad next door already, are you?” she pouted playfully.

“No chance of that,” he smiled.

“Hey,” Jill beamed suddenly, a playful look in her eyes. “How about I hang out with the guys, also?”

“Sorry,” Tommy answered. “Like I said, this is guy stuff. You’d be too much of a distraction. Besides, how could we talk trash about our old ladies with you around?” he teased.

Ten o’clock saw Tommy heading home to clean the house up before his mom got home, not that it was all that messy, since he hadn’t spent much time there.

After he left, Jill took a short nap before heading off to the gym for a workout, followed by a relaxing stay in the hot tub and a nice hot shower. On the way home, she picked up a movie to entertain herself with that night. At around 6 o’clock, she called Connie to welcome her home. At first, she was a little nervous talking to Tommy’s mom, but that quickly faded as she gossiped with her best friend.

“I’ll tell you, Jill, that was the dullest seminar I’ve ever attended,” Connie explained to Jill. “Boy am I glad to be home. Say, I don’t suppose you’d be interested in taking the day off tomorrow and going on a little shopping excursion, would you.”

“I already have the day off,” she answered. “But I thought you’d want to just stay home and relax tomorrow,” Jill answered.

“I’ve been sitting and relaxing all week. It’s time to buy something,” she declared. “Are you in?”

“Sure, it sounds like fun. When do we leave?”

“1 o’clock,” Connie answered.

* * *

Before settling down with her movie and a glass of wine, Jill headed for her bedroom to change into something comfortable. She shed her shirt, jeans and bra before selecting one of the shirts Tommy had left — a long sleeve blue oxford — in lieu of her normal nightgown. As she rolled up the sleeves she thought, if she couldn’t have him that night, she at least had his shirt.

The shirt fit her more like a dress then a shirt, covering her panties on the sides and reaching halfway to her knees in the front and back. She left the top three buttons open, which displayed an ample amount of her braless bosom, if only someone was there to notice.

It was around 9 o’clock when the movie ended. She’d finished her second glass of wine when she heard a knock on the front door. “I wonder who that could be,” she said out loud, hoping it was Tommy.

She opened the door wide enough to see not only Tommy, but three of his friends. “Hi, Tommy,” she said. “What’s going on?”

“Hi, Jill,” he said. “We were just hanging out, doing guy stuff, you know, when somebody suggested we play some poker. We all thought it was a great idea, but we needed a fifth player and a place to play. Knowing how much you like cards, I thought of you. I hope you don’t mind.”

Jill hesitated. “Oh sure, it sounds like fun,” she said at last, opening the door wider. “Come in and make yourself comfortable at the table. I’ll just put on something more substantial and be right with you.”

“Oh, don’t do that on our account,” Tommy smiled. “You look great. And besides, it’s not like we’re anybody special, just the guys playing poker.”

“What the hell,” she said reluctantly. “Would anyone like some wine? I’m afraid that’s all I’ve got to offer besides pop and water. I’m sure you’re all 21,” she smiled knowingly at them as they filed into her house.

“Hi Jill, I’m Todd,” one of them said, stepping forward. “If you don’t mind, we’ve got some beer in the car.”

“Sure Todd. There’s plenty of room in the refrigerator.”

As Todd went out for the beer, Tommy introduced the other two guys as Dennis and Kevin. The guys settled in at the table while Jill put the beer away, serving one to each of them, and poured herself another glass of wine. She grabbed a deck of cards and set them on the table. “What are we playing for?” she asked.

Tommy smiled at her. “We’ll start with isveçbahis quarter maximum and go from there.” Jill disappeared into her bedroom, re-emerging moments later with a bag full of change. She sat opposite Tommy, between Dennis and Todd.

She grabbed the cards and shuffled them briefly. “First Jack deals,” she said as she turned one card in front of each of them until Tommy got the deal.

The first few hands progressed quickly. During that time, she caught Tommy’s eyes with hers and gave him a questioning look. He simply smiled back at her, saying nothing. “Anybody want another beer?” she asked. “Or maybe some nuts?”

There was a chorus of yeas for the beer and nuts.

She opened the refrigerator door and, bending deeply at the waist, grabbed a couple of beers and delivered them to the guys. She repeated the procedure for the other two beers. Next, she moved to the cupboard which contained the peanuts. To the pleasure of all the guys, who at this point were watching her intently, the peanuts were on the top shelf of the cupboard. Jill stretched to reach them, in the process raising her shirt high enough to offer a clear view of the side of her panties and her waist, and held the pose a bit longer than necessary.

The rapt attention the guys were paying her was not lost on Jill. In fact, thanks in no small part to the wine she’d consumed, she was reveling in it. The stretching for the peanuts had been purposefully exaggerated. After all, why not? Why else had Tommy come by that evening? Surely, not just to play cards.

As the game progressed and the beer and wine flowed, Jill got bolder. She made a point of keeping her posture erect, allowing her tits to stand out in front of her. She found reasons to lean over or stretch, revealing as much of her bosom as the guys cared to look at. And they cared to look at it all. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was Tommy. Or maybe it was just the slut in her. Whatever it was, she was enjoying how she felt. Whenever she caught Tommy’s eye, he would nod slightly, and smile.

Todd, sitting to Jill’s right, was having a hard time keeping his hands off of her. Whenever she won a hand, he would touch her shoulder or put his hand briefly on her thigh and say “good hand” or “way to go.” When she didn’t win, he would touch her in the same manner, saying things like “too bad” or “maybe next time.” After the last hand, he left his hand on her thigh longer than he had before, massaging it as she spread her legs slightly, making it easier for him to be bold.

“I’ll sit this hand out,” Todd declared after he removed his hand from her thigh. He stood up and moved behind Jill. “Do you mind if I watch you play?” he asked her.

“Not at all,” she answered. “Maybe you’ll learn something. Todd smiled as the other guys broke out laughing.

Tommy dealt five card draw, a pair of Jacks or better to open. Todd put his hands on Jill’s shoulders and began to massage them. She responded by rolling her shoulders, which served to further accentuate her breasts.

Kevin was able to open for a quarter and everyone else called. Jill held two cards and drew three. When she looked at her cards, she saw a pair of aces. Kevin again opened the betting but, this time, Jill raised. The others folded and Kevin called. “A pair of aces,” Jill declared.

“Nice pair,” Kevin said as she laid down her cards.

Before she could rake in her winnings, Todd stopped her. “The way you’ve been prancing around here tonight, I think it’s high time you showed your other pair.” With that, he ripped open the front of Jill’s shirt, exposing her beautiful tits, her nipples hard and pointed.

Jill sat there, making no attempt to cover herself, instead staring right at Tommy. Tommy looked at her and smiled, giving an almost imperceptible nod of the head.

Everyone sat silently for a moment. Jill spoke first. “I wonder if this pair is worth a raise,” she said. She turned in her chair to face Todd, pulling him in front of her. She lifted her hand to his blue jean encased cock, squeezing it tenderly. “Yes, they are,” she declared, smiling at Todd.

With agonizing slowness, she unbuckled his belt and jeans. After easing down the zipper, she hooked her thumbs in his waist band and pulled down both his pants and underwear. Pushing her chair out of the way, she dropped to her knees in front of him and shrugged her shoulders, dropping her shirt completely to the floor, leaving her clad in only her panties.

She pushed his shirt up his chest until he took over, ripping it over his head and throwing isveçbahis giriş it to the floor, leaving him — except for the pants bunched around his ankles — naked before her.

There was a deadly silence at the table as she took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other and began to caress them. Gently she caressed his balls while she stroked his cock. “You have a beautiful cock, Todd, and such a hard one” she smiled, never taking her eyes off it. “It must be 8 inches long. Do you mind if I suck it?”

“Far be it for me to deny a lady’s request,” he responded. As Jill continued massaging his balls and stroking his cock, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue at its head. She stopped stroking and held him by the base of his manhood while she licked the underside of his weapon. Gently she nibbled on the sides, working up one side and down the other, all the while continuing to fondle his balls.

She removed her head and looked up at Todd. “Take my cock, woman. Take my cock in your mouth and make me come. And if you’re real lucky,” he smiled, “you might get some more of this later.”

Dennis and Kevin hooted at Todd’s comments, but Jill only smiled. “Yes, Todd,” she answered.

With that, she took the tip of his meat into her mouth, basting it with her tongue. She withdrew her mouth, only to attack again, taking more this time. Once more she withdrew from him, then she released her grip on his nuts, grabbed a butt cheek in each hand, and brought her mouth to his tip once more. This time she opened up, pulled him into her waiting mouth, and began bobbing her mouth back and forth on his cock. She felt his hands grab the back of her head and pull him into her deeper. She gagged as he filled her totally, but forced herself to continue as he began fucking her mouth.

She could feel his urgency increase as she stepped up her oral assault. Finally, his whole body tensed up as he thrust desperately into her, filling her mouth with his cum. She swallowed most of it, but a few drops succeeded in dripping out of her lips. She released his cock, looked at him, and licked up the final few drops.

Todd staggered backwards until he reached his chair, collapsing into it. Jill stood, faced the table, and slowly removed her panties. She looked at Dennis and Kevin, both just sitting there, dick’s in hand, starring at her and wondering if it was all a dream.

“Would you boys like a hand with that,” she asked sweetly, dipping her left hand to her pussy, rubbing lightly. They hesitated briefly, looking at each other, before leaping out of their chairs. Dennis was out of his clothes in a shot, while Kevin went directly to Jill and let her undress him.

Jill surveyed the room once more. Only Tommy remained clothed, while Todd was showing signs of making a quick recovery. She knelt before Dennis and Kevin, taking a cock in each hand and stroking them in harmony. She leaned over and took Dennis’ meat in her mouth, bobbing her head on it. Then she then leaned to Kevin and repeated the procedure. She continued stroking each with her hand while she sucked on the other, alternating her attention between them, until she felt something behind her.

What she felt was Todd, who had recovered enough to want to get back in on the action. He was lying on his back behind Jill, his head by her feet. Jill, getting the idea immediately, spread her thighs apart, allowing him to slide his head under her dripping pussy.

“Oh yes, lick my pussy,” she exclaimed as she felt his tongue dart into her. She momentarily forgot Dennis and Kevin until one of them took her head and guided it back to his cock. Once again, she started pounding on the two cocks before her with her hands, alternating her mouth between them. Todd, meanwhile, continued his assault on her center, alternating between sucking her love button and licking deep within the folds of her pussy.

She felt his hands reach up from behind her and grab her tits, squeezing them roughly as his tongue continued to work on her pussy. She tried working on the other two cocks, but had trouble maintaining any real rhythm as she felt her orgasm building. And then Todd squeezed her nipples with his fingers, pulling on them hard as her body exploded.

She removed her mouth from the cocks, no longer aware of anything but her exploding orgasm, and used them to maintain her balance, no longer making any pretense at the blow jobs she had started.

She managed to regain her composure when the waves of pleasure finally began to subside. Todd had slid out from under her, but she still isveçbahis yeni giriş held Dennis and Kevin firmly in her hands.

She released the boys, trying to catch her breath. But Dennis had other ideas as he moved behind her, knelt down and pushed her upper body gently forward until her hands rested on the floor in front of her.

Automatically assuming the doggy position, she gasped when Dennis mounted her urgently and began pounding his manhood into her. The next thing she knew, Kevin’s cock was directly in front of her face. She reached for it eagerly and took it in her mouth. She matched her rhythm on Kevin’s cock with the rhythm of Dennis’ cock in her pussy, and once again she felt the pleasure building within her as the boys fucked from both ends.

“I’m cuming,” she vaguely heard Dennis declare. She felt him pound his meat into her pussy, as he filled her with his cum. Then her second orgasm overtook her, just as Kevin slammed his cock into her waiting mouth and erupted. Instinctively, she tried to swallow his cum, but mostly failed, as it ran out of her lips and down her chin.

When she felt Kevin and Dennis withdraw from her she tried to maintain her position so she could compose herself, but to no avail. Todd took her shoulders and helped her to her feet. She went along with him, unable — or unwilling — to resist him. He led her back to the table and bent her over it, leaving her upper body face down, her feet on the floor, and her ass and cunt perched at the edge of the table, available for the taking.

She lifted her head slightly and saw Tommy sitting in front of her, smiling. He reached out and stroked her hair lovingly.

Todd slipped behind her, sliding his fingers into her pussy, slowly fucking her like a little dick. Just as her body began reacting to this pleasure, he withdrew them and moved them to her ass. She heard herself gasp as he inserted one finger into her, moving it in and out, and around and around, trying to loosen her back door. She self another finger enter, then another, as they continued pumping her dark hole. She lifted her head and shoulders from the table, supporting herself on her elbows as she looked directly at Tommy. A moment later the fingers withdrew, only to be replaced by a large nob perched right at the gates of her darkness. As the nob pushed gently at her ass hole, she opened her hands to Tommy. He reached out to her, placing his hands in hers. When she felt Todd finally enter her she gasped, holding tightly to Tommy’s hands.

She felt him pumping his dick into her ass, little strokes at first until she became accustomed to him. Gradually he increased the length of his strokes until he was completely inside her. Then he began rocking his body into hers as she was overcome by pain, and by pleasure.

She held Tommy’s hand tightly as the violation of her ass continued. Surprisingly, it wasn’t long before she felt a tingling deep within her, the onset of yet another orgasm, as Todd continued to pump her.

When he at last began shooting his load, burying himself deep in her ass, Jill gasped at Tommy. “I’m cuming,” she managed to mouth just before she was overcome again. Then she collapsed on the table and let her orgasm flow through her, releasing Tommy’s hands, no longer aware of where she was, only that her body was being taken like it never had been taken before.

Just as she felt Todd withdrawing from her, she passed out only to awake suddenly when her pussy was invaded by yet another cock. She came again. Instantly.

* * *

When she finally started coming around she was still lying on the table. As her head started to clear itself, she wondered, how many? She had lost track of how many orgasms she’d had and of how many times she’d been fucked. She vaguely remembered hearing herself say “no more, boys. No more.”

When she opened her eyes Tommy was still there, still dressed. She moved her head slightly one way, then the other. Nobody else was there. “Hi,” she said. “How long?”

“About 15 minutes. The guys just left. They wanted to hang around and make sure you were okay, but I thought it was better if they left.”

Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet, stumbled over to Tommy, and sat on his lap, her arms around his neck. “Thanks,” she said.

Tommy smiled at her, then placed his free arm under Jill’s legs and stood up, lifting her naked body in his arms. She snuggled into his neck as he carried her to her bed, laid her down, covered her with the blankets, and kissed her forehead. He then returned to the kitchen, where he cleaned up the aftermath of the evening’s activities. He looked in on her one more time, and then went quietly home.

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Thanks for reading. As always, I look forward to your comments and suggestions.

Author’s note:

Thank you very much for reading the first part, and for all the feedback. I appreciate it more than I can say! I hope you enjoy the second chapter, and continue to email me/comment with your opinions!

Also, to the reader who mentioned the importance of coffee; you’re brilliant! I’m a coffee junkie, and I threw in the coffee bit for you!

Cheers!

Ginger M.

*****

She hadn’t been able to think coherently since Monday, and it was all his fault. Marc. Why did he have to go and complicate things like that? Having a name to go with the face…and body was driving her up the wall, but that’s not what bothered her the most. She was shocked -almost scared- when she recalled his telling her that he knew who she was. How, what, huh?

She had been alone in the suite when she woke up, which set off a number of alarms in her head since she was always the first to leave after their encounters. She never fell asleep on any of the expensive, lavish furniture pieces with him, and barely spared time to clean up in the powder room after they were done with each other. Her control over her surroundings was slipping; he was the final string that attached her to her command over things, and that was severed, too.

Working for a company like Élsi Dussant, put her in a world where everything was a label, a designer name, and a season-hot commodity; hence a man with no name was everything she needed to balance her life. In a world where everyone dreaded horrid Mondays, and complained about them all week long, she looked forward to the first day of the week, because it was her Jack Day. Well, no more.

Mind made up, she decided that she wasn’t going back to the hotel on Monday, she wasn’t going to stay and find out how he knew her name, and whether she was going to fall for him and have him break her heart just like Curt did all those years ago.

On Monday morning, she cranked up her posh coffee machine adding an extra scoop of her Starbucks Blond Roast, and an extra cup of water; if she couldn’t have Jack she’ll enjoy Joe.

She refused to look at her Howard Miller silver pyramid desk clock, and ended up flipping it face-side down when she couldn’t focus on anything else but the ever moving little arms that edged closer and closer to the Six O’clock mark which indicated her Marc -no, Jack time.

He’s probably going to appreciate her not showing up since he was obviously in rare form the other day, and he slipped and let things progress like that. She was doing him a favor, and not avoiding an awkward situation.

“You’re a very selfless person, Jillian; self-sacrificing to no end.” She murmured to herself and dug out for a pack of gum in her second desk drawer to hide her coffee breath.

There was a knock at the door, and she straightened in her chair trying to look like Balanced Boss Lady for whoever wanted to see her, “Come in.” The pack of gum she found was empty. Damnation!

“Jillian, you’re still here?” her casting agent stuck her head in with its mass of brilliant bottle-red hair decorated by the woman’s trademark chopsticks, “It’s after 7:00!”

Her heart tripped, but she plastered a shaky smile on her face, “I had a lot of work to do.” Mints, she had mints.

“You’ve been here since 8:00 am, you never do the whole Manic Monday thing.”

A vision of Jack sprawled on the corner chair by the ceiling-high windows with her between his legs flashed in her mind, and she blinked a few times trying to think of something else other than his cum shooting from his penis to cover her breasts…her open palms massaging it over her full twin globes with her eyes locked on his.

“I had some important things to do. What, with Mr. Dussant’s son taking over the company we have to be in tiptop shape.” she swallowed and shook her head, it wasn’t a complete lie, “I went over some prospects for the…” she swallowed the rest of the sentence. She was going to say soon-to-be-vacated positions, but that was still a management-only discussion, “it’s boring, really, just growth and payroll adjustment stuff.” She waved her hand dismissively as she located her pack of strong mints, and popped two in her mouth.

The redhead, Veronique, planted her butt in one of the progressive 1960’s style chairs Jillian had ordered to be specifically made for her, and reached reflexively for the clock righting it, “Look, I know some people might get canned, and I don’t care about that because I know I’m not one of them. I know my professionalism, and work ethic are stellar and I won’t ever worry about my job, but I am worried about you. You’ve inhaled a whole pot of coffee today, and only came out for lunch-” lifting up a hand and nodding in explanation, “I know that because I use your fancy coffee maker when you’re out of the office, and I had to settle for instant crap today, seriously, not cute, Jillian.”

That made her laugh, “Oh wow! I…I don’t know what to isveçbahis say to that!”

“I don’t mess with your stuff or anything, but I did see that list you prepared for the upper management folks the other day, and I think you’re doing the right thing.”

Chuckling, Jillian said “Remind me to lock my office door when I leave.” She folded her laptop closed after hitting the “send” tab emailing Mr. Dussant Junior her latest list of candidates, and twisted her Cross pen closed, “I was wondering where all my ground coffee went!” she stole a peek at the time, 7:34 pm, he probably left the hotel a long time ago…or, did he wait for her? Damn, why was she still thinking about him?

She pushed her chair back, and got up straightening her pencil skirt, and pulling it down a little. Veronique was smiling, “It’s damn good coffee!”

“You bet your ass, it is!” she made a shooing motion, “Okay, so your concern for my welfare is appreciated, now you need to haul your butt out of here so that I can leave.”

“Hey, don’t lock the office door tomorrow.”

She slipped her blazer on, and grabbed her Gucci purse looking around the office to make sure she didn’t forget anything she might need at home, and didn’t leave anything “on” that wasn’t supposed to be left overnight, “And encourage your snooping? You’re delusional if you think I’m that crazy.”

They chatted easily on their way to the parking lot on the changes sweeping the company’s various offices and stores, and by the time she got into her cherry red Jaguar XF, she was feeling considerably lighter. She just needed to revamp…everything around her, starting with her operating staff, then she could start trying new restaurants, and maybe change her gym or redecorate her dapper loft apartment.

The drive from her office to her downtown apartment was short, and the trip would’ve been nicer if she’d walked instead. But it was already dark, and her BCBG Max Azria sling back heels were pretty and they complimented her crimson red blouse that contrasted with her black suit, but not at all made for a two mile walk no matter how nice the streets were.

Key’s jingling in their Tiffany’s keychain, she strode across the hall after greeting the doorman, and messed with the elevator buttons until it came down. With the wheels in motion in her head, she was set to start planning a course of action; she needed a new source of entertainment, and just like she found Jack in an exclusive club’s bar, she was going to find someone else. She knew people, she worked in the fashion industry for Pete’s sake. Sure, she didn’t look like a waifish runway model, but she was pretty sure most men preferred her FHM spread model body, with tits, ass, and legs for days, to a Marie Claire cover art piece that looked too untouchable to be human.

The lift dinged, and she sashayed out smiling at the thought of her modeling for a men’s magazine, all trussed up in exotic underwear, and biting bananas, licking cherry lollipops, or sucking down on a gigantic popsicle. It’s not that she hadn’t done it before; college loans were the pits, and her few modeling gigs made her almost, almost want to forget about business administration and just switch to modeling, but that was a—she stopped short, her train of thought halting go an abrupt stop.

“Bad girl, Jillian; going out of your way to piss me off like that.” He looked imposing, displeased, and a tad bit threatening. His blond hair looked like he’d raked his fingers through it several times, and his beautiful eyes were twin blue flames that blazed hotter with every passing second.

“What are you doing here?” she swayed on her feet, her heels not providing much balance over the hallway’s carpeted floors.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he laughed mirthlessly, “You stood me up.”

She licked her lips nervously, maybe if she didn’t say anything he’ll get the hint and leave. Does that ever work with people? Or she can lie to him and say she had an emergency, my grandmother slipped in the shower, a delivery truck rear-ended my car and I had it towed, something, anything.

“I was going out of my mind wanting you, and you just…” he hissed shaking his head. It was alarming that she grasped on the way he said “out” in his Canadian accent; oat. The accent came out when he was aroused and, as she was learning now, when he was royally pissed. She was supposed to be dismissing him, not swooning over the way he pronounced words.

“Look, Jack-” she started.

“It’s Marc. Enough with the Jack crap.” He ground out furiously, “What? Is it too inconvenient for you to actually know who you’re fucking? I didn’t peg you for the common cum slut, but if it makes you happy to get on your knees and suck off a stranger’s dick, then by all means, you can get on the floor and take my cock in the back of your throat -just the way you like it. And if you’re a good girl, and you swallow every drop, I’ll eat your sweet peach that will definitely be isveçbahis giriş dripping honey after you’re done blowing me. Hell, I’ll even spit on your asshole and finger it for you -again, just the way you like it.”

He was seething, but she was shocked and chafed to red angry ball of fire, “Go to hell!” she wheezed unable to form any other scalding comebacks.

“Is that why you ran away? Because you know who I am?”

“I don’t know who you are!” she cried, “Yet, somehow, you know my name and where I live. I should call the cops on you, Marc, or Jack, or whatever the hell you call yourself.”

A veil of understanding glazed his eyes, and his lips twisted to the side slightly, “Aaaah, so it’s not the name thing.”

He was wrong, dead wrong; it was both! “I’m serious; I have 911 programmed to my speed dial.” She slipped her phone out of the outer pocket of her Gucci.

“You’re scared of me.” he was smiling fully, and despite her confusion and irritation with him, she felt her pussy clench and release at the sight of his smile. She shouldn’t have met his stare, because the intimate way he was assessing her with made the crotch of her Elle Macpherson panties stick to her slickening pussy lips.

“How did you get in here anyway?” she shook her head, clutching her phone in a death grip in one hand, and her keys in the other, making them leave burning imprints on the inside of her hand, “How on earth did you get past the doorman?”

He said something, but the sound of a door opening at the end of the hallway, made her head snap in panic, and she rushed past Jack to her door opening it without thinking before her neighbor caught any part of her argument with him.

She realized that it was a stupid mistake the second she put her foot in the apartment, because she found herself turned and pressed against the door before she could blink. He pushed her back until the door clicked shut, and his lips were mashed to hers in a wet kiss.

This wasn’t in the plans…wait, she didn’t have any plans beyond showing him the door…preferably the one he had her flattened upon with his long hard body caging her small, soft one.

His mouth was delicious, he tasted of light spearmint and a hint of something sweet; like Christmas on her lips, on her tongue as his stole into her mouth coaxing a moan out of her.

“Mmmfff…” she grasped his shoulder looking for -needing something of him to touch, and her keys sailed down, clattering on the floor, but all she could hear was the smacking slick sounds of his lips and tongue battling and sucking on hers. Impatiently, she pushed at his suit jacket, and failed to get it off.

He pulled back to push her purse away, she was still clutching it under her armpit, and it poked him in the chest, “Jack-Marc, wait!” her correction of his name earned her a loud smooch on the lips.

He rubbed his lips back and forth on hers, his blue eyes half-closed yet locked intensely with hers.

“Wait.” She whispered weakly half meaning it, but he read beyond it, and kissed her, “I don’t want to.”

“We need to ta-” she whimpered when one of his hands pulled at her black pencil skirt crudely bunching it up around her waist, and his fingers caressed the soaked crotch of her lacy panties, “Uhhhmmm, fuck!” her eyes fluttered closed, and he attached his lips to her neck, right under her jaw as he mumbled, “Yes, we need to fuck.”

“Talk.” She stuttered incoherently as his tongue drew lazy swirling wet patterns on her neck and under her jaw.

“Screw that.” His thick index finger slipped under the thin material of her underwear and ran softly on her swollen labia spreading her moisture, “You’re already wet. Is that for me?” he asked silkily nuzzling her temples, his breath making the tiny tendrils that escaped her loose bun flutter against her cheeks, “Have you been thinking of how utterly awful it was of you to stand me up like that? Coming up with ways to make it up to me?”

“No.” she told him the truth, “I was trying not to think of you, Marc.” She turned and talked against his stubble-roughened cheek, then pressed a kiss to his warm skin.

He pinched her cunt lips together rubbing them in distorted circles against each other with her clit trapped between his fingers, “Is that why you’re soaking my hand, you little tart?” he swirled her wetness along her cleft all the way back to her anus where he twirled his slick middle finger and rubbed suggestively.

“I’m not…” she bit her tongue when he pulled his head back to gaze into her eyes candidly, “Right.” He said bringing his hand up, and beckoned her with a nod to look at his middle and index finger as he spread them indecently to stretch a line of her moisture between them, “What’s this about then?” Aboat. Jesus.

“Marc, I-” the rest of her sentence died and turned into a moan when he darted his tongue out between his fingers to capture her pussy juice on it, before licking his lips, “Yes?” he smirked, isveçbahis yeni giriş and when she didn’t answer, he put his fingers to her lips smearing them with her essence, “Suck them.” he whispered, “Lick them clean, Jillian.”

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, but he tapped her cheek with his slick fingers, “Eyes open.”

Her lids fluttered open, and she waited for him to put his fingers in her mouth, but he just watched her until she extended her tongue and gave him a little lick. He let out a harsh breath when she placed an open-mouthed sucking kiss on his finger, and he brought the two digits together and fed them to her.

Any reasonable decision she formulated earlier in the day was thrown away, and stomped upon as she slid her mouth on his fingers like she was sucking a cock. Hollowed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes she went at him taking his fingers all the way until she felt like she was about to gag, and swallowed convulsively squeezing his long fingers with her throat muscles.

His pupils were dilated and dark, surrounded by the blue ring of his beautiful irises, “Christ!” he ground out and pulled his fingers free of her lips to slide them into her panties again, going straight for her tight anus and circling it with the tip of his middle finger.

She wanted to tell him to take it easy, to keep his hands to himself until they talked and she explained to him that their arrangement wasn’t going to work any longer, but all she could think of was the moistened finger stretching her tight ass and slipping inside.

“Marc, I’ve never-”

“I know, shhh,” he placed an extremely gentle kiss on her lips, “I can tell.” He whispered against her mouth as his finger dipped deeper.

She jerked, but he was a solid wall of muscle; he looped his other arm around left thigh to wrap her leg around his waist and open her up.

“I had my mouth in there a few days ago, don’t you remember?” he whispered huskily against her lips as his finger disappeared completely into her ass causing a feeling of fullness that was both strange and exciting.

They made a comical spectacle, both fully clothed and disheveled, he with his suit jacket’s sleeves scrunched up over his still cuffed shirt sleeves, and Jillian with her phone and purse still clutched in her hand, and her business skirt rolled around her midsection with her leg looped around him, and his hand in her knickers.

He added a more vital tempo to his finger’s movements in and out of her anus, positioning his hand so that its heel rubbed against her clitoris as he went in and out of her. Her breath came in short gasps as she looked down to see the edges of his Burberry shirt cuffs smudged with her juices. She contorted her shaking hand awkwardly to drop her phone in her purse, before tossing it to the floor, but once she had her hand freed, she didn’t know what to do with it. On the one hand, she wanted to comb it through his brilliant blond hair, and cup his bristled cheek, and stroke his chest, and on the other she wanted to slap him in outrage for turning her into a nymphomaniac who couldn’t say no.

She did slap him, but it was so light he grinned thinking it was part of her tease act or something, it was difficult to tell with her lips parted and her eyes hooded as she gazed up at him.

“Harder?” he went knuckle deep and she winced, partially at the odd pleasure that left her frustrated with herself, and at the length of his invading finger.

Her answer came out in a strained groan, and he kept guessing since all her answers were unintelligible, “Too much?”

Jillian nodded, then shook her head, then nodded again, and he chuckled, “I guess that’s a no to a second finger.”

“Oh God!” her eyes shot wide open and she licked her lips reflexively, “Marc?” she made to peel his blazer off again, and he studied her for a quick second, before pulling his hand out of her panties, and shrugging out of his jacket.

Her foot fell to the floor, trembling leg barely supporting her, and she clutched at his tie swallowing and blinking, trying to digest the varied sensations that assaulted her all at once.

“Let me get this noose off,” he prompted gently, and when she stared at the tie’s perfect Windsor knot with two dimples, he grasped her hand tightening his large one on it, and pulled it down helping her take it off.

Taking her cue from him, she made a quick job of unbuttoning his tailored shirt, barely able to meet his gaze as he sucked the finger that was inside her ass and gazed down at her, again, luring her with his basic sensuality.

In a haze, she saw him strip her down to her lingerie and comment, “Always matching.” Their eyes met, “I like that.” He kissed her slipping his fingers into her red bra and pulling her breasts over the cups in a fashion that pushed them up and together like an offering, “You have the prettiest nipples.” He praised plucking at the engorged tips, “I’m going to suckle them.” she was pretty sure he said half of those things just to drive her insane, somehow managing to read her mind, and get a manual to all the buttons and gears he needed to press, twist, and pull to get her into that state of mind.

When Sherl asked me to fix her boiler I never realised just what that would lead too.

She was over forty for God’s sake, well above my pulling capability when there were so many gorgeous teenagers plying for my attention.

Hey! That sounds big headed I know but the truth is that Sherl was about to change all my aspirations and I was about to have the most exiting and thrilling episode in my life.

I could never have imagined that was possible with an older woman, well let’s say we are talking 15 years older. I think she had ‘toy boy’ syndrome in mind.

It was in the midst of winter and Sherl complained that she was doing everything just to keep warm in bed but still getting warm was hard; ” I’ve tried everything but you, Steve” she said with that enticing smile of hers and I wondered how she meant.

“well” she whispered with a cheeky grin; ” I am sure you would have warmed me up” and then the penny dropped.

I didn’t pursue that remark but instead told her that she would be alright now, because Id fixed her boiler!

“How much?” she said and I relpied that to her it would cost just £40 for the labour.

“That’s fair – and how much do you charge for your more personal labour” she asked provocatively. I saw she was allowing her her skirt to slide up her thigh where she was sitting crossing her legs in a way I was well able to get a peek of black frilly panties underneath,

For isveçbahis a moment I intended to ignore that very charged and provocative remark knowing my reservations, but then I guess it was just the way she looked at me with those deep brown and very expressive eyes, and all at once I was thinking this woman is not to be sneezed at, she is really something for a woman her age and knows how to keep herself slim and very alluring, yes I could go for that so why not let is flow and respond to her overtures.

“For you Sherl I would gladly do it for nothing”

I saw her face flush bright red and a great big smile spread across her face. “Then lets go to bed shall we?”

“But I am a bit sweaty and soiled after fixing your boiler, should I shower first.” I said knowing that for myself I always enjoy close proximity with a woman being squeaky clean.

“I don’t mind you how you are but if that’s what you wish be my guest” she said and showed me where a bath towel and shampoo was.

I stripped and got into the shower, already I was perked up with a half erection with the thought of what was soon to be. Then quite without embarrassment Sherl appeared, me in my starkers, she standing there looking!

She had nothing on but her black bra and panties and looked delicious. This woman knew what she was about alright and without a word she was handling me like it was the most natural thing isveçbahis giriş to do to a boiler man in the shower. But who was I to object, Sherl knew the ropes and her touch was simply fantastic. My fervent extremety beating like wildfire as she squeezed and busied herself with the consequences.

“You feel so good, Steve. Janice my friend said I should get myself a really good toy boy to give me a new stance in life,” she whispered going down on her knees and kneading my cock between her palms, it felt good and I was getting more hard and stiff.

I had to ask her was she ever married or anything?

“Was divorced two years back and have never touched a guy until you,” she replied, ” I can’t tell you how much I miss that, you do feel so good baby, like me to suck you?, I crave for that it has been so long since I sucked cock.” He explititness was breathtaking and now she could do anything she wanted with me.

It was the way she was talking made me really dead horny and then I was wanting her fuck and no doubt about it, fifteen years older than me or what, what does age mean anyway when it comes to being attracted to someone you really would like to fuck the ass off!?

I just stood there, she would have seen that my stance said it all, I opened my legs enough for her to slide between and pushed my tackle out for her enjoyment – then that first touch of those gorgeously teasing feminine isveçbahis yeni giriş lips, her hands squeezing and guiding my length upwards so that she could get a good deep mouthful of hard throbbing cock. She started to deep suck me without reservation and I was soon in my element, there is nothing quite like being really enjoyed that way by a really sexy and willing candidate and watching her suck was a site to behold. Occasionally she paused to take a breath but still tight squeezing my length at the girth, plying it upwards which she seemed to like then moving her mouth below and then licking my balls.

“If only you knew just how good this tastes and feels ” she muttered, half licking – half sucking and I realised by the way she was increasing her hand movements she wanted me to cum into her mouth. I closed my eyes and felt it build, so wonderful and so good, the feel of her tongue working my p-hole, her mouth wrapped around the girth of my cock as she took it deep throat and I was in my element.

I felt the spurt and heard her moan and cry then she yelled “fuck me, fuck me for God’s sake” and I was right there, feeling the deep warmth of her deep hungry and very wet pussy sucking me into her, helping me thrust deep inside . Fucking and fucking her until we were both there.

And there we were on the bed, me not realising it, and she still wanting more and more, I must have fucked her on and off all the afternoon, she was some hungry woman,

And at the end of all that, well “a nice thick meat broth to give me strength for the next time,” she said and then I knew I was onto good thing and had joined the toy -boy scene.

Apartment 6B The Tipsy Fashionista

(An original story Copyright 2013)

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Intro: Don the degenerate doorman ‘helps out’ drunk fashionista Emily.

It wasn’t the first time Wednesday night that I stood and stretched my tired body to help prevent my muscles from cramping up on me. It was a quarter to eleven and my double shift was mercifully drawing to a close. Ivan, the regular doorman during the three to eleven shift had needed to take a few days off and as was often the case in the building some of us had filled the breach with me taking this particular shift.

Stan, the doorman who’d be relieving me to work the graveyard shift, had already arrived and was in the locker room changing into his uniform. Stifling a yawn I headed outside to get a sniff of the pleasant spring air. It was a relatively quiet night in the heart of Manhattan and in spite of the seasonable May temperature the street was mostly deserted with only a few stragglers out and about.

I was just about to return to the lobby and in fact my hand was on the door handle when I heard a car pull up in front of the building. Turning I saw a yellow taxi had stopped there and it seemed as if the driver was engaged in an animated conversation with the passenger in back. Waiting out front in case it was necessary to hold the door I watched as the driver appeared to be pleading with the passenger until he threw his hands up in the air in apparent frustration. When he observed me watching he climbed out of the cab and headed in my direction.

“Hello sir,” he said with a heavy accent, “but maybe it is possible that you help me. You work in this building, no?”

“Yes I do. What seems to be the problem?” I inquired.

“My passenger says she lives here in building but I can’t get her out of car. She give me the address and I drive her here but she is just sitting in back crying. I think she is drunk, I don’t want to call police but what else can I do?”

“You did the right thing in coming to me, my friend,” I told him as I walked to the cab and looked inside. “How much does she owe you?”

“Eighteen dollars sir.”

“Here you go. Can you print me a receipt while I help her out? For tax purposes,” I explained as I handed him thirty dollars.

“Thank you sir. I get for you right away.”

I then turned my attention to the passenger huddled in the back seat who did indeed live in the building and I’d even held the door for her when she left earlier in the evening. She was subletting an apartment on the 6th floor from a long time tenant who was abroad for a year on business. Opening the door to the back seat I stuck my head inside after first removing my doorman hat.

“Good evening miss,” I said in my most soothing tone, “do you require any assistance getting out?”

“Huh, what?” she replied as she turned to look at me and her face was a mess.

Don’t misunderstand, she was a very striking and attractive young woman but at that moment her eyes were swollen and puffy and her mascara had left black streaks down the length of her face. Her designer blouse had what appeared to be a big wine stain on it while her short skirt had ridden up so high I caught a tantalizing glimpse of her black panties. Normally she was very put together with not a hair out of place but it was plain that something had upset her badly for when she’d left a few hours before she had seemed in high spirits. She stared blankly at me for a moment when sudden recognition lit up her pretty, tear stained face.

“I know you, don’t I? You opened the door for me tonight, right?”

“That’s correct miss and now I’m here to hold it for you again. You’ve arrived home.”

“Oh, did I? Okay,” she replied after which she wiped the tears from her eyes then struggled to get out of the car.

I took a step back to give her some room and at that moment the cabby handed me the receipt which I took with a nod and slipped into my pocket. Fortunately for her I turned my attention back in her direction at that instant for no sooner had she clambered from the cab than she stumbled over the curb. Springing into action I caught her in my arms before she could execute a perfect face dive.

She had let out a shriek which was cut short when her body collided with mine and my strong arms encircled and drew her into my chest. It felt so nice having her soft, pliant body pressed against mine that for a moment I just cradled her. We remained like that until I realized we were standing on the street where anyone could see. My hands moved to her shoulders where they steadied her body before releasing her.

“Are you all right Miss?” I asked her, my voice dripping with concern.

She took a minute to answer as she took stock of herself to make sure everything was okay before then blinking a couple of times as her big, blue eyes met mine and she considered what I’d said.

“Yes I’m okay, but only because of you. Thanks for catching me, if you hadn’t…”

“Well no worries isveçbahis since I did. You ladies have to be careful when you wear such high heels,” I told her in a matter of fact tone as my eyes fell upon the very high Jimmy Choo heels that adorned her seemingly perfect feet.

“Oh those, yeah they’re high, I think almost five inches. But it’s probably because I had too much wine to drink tonight.”

“Really. Well let’s get you into the building then so there won’t be any more problems tonight. May I offer you my arm, Miss?” I asked solicitously.

“Okay, but I can trust you right…sorry I don’t even know your name. I suppose I should though, I’ve lived here for three months now.”

“No need to be sorry Miss. My name is Don and yes you may trust me for I’m here to help,” I told her as I guided her to the front door.

It took a bit of doing to hold the door open while still steadying her but I managed to accomplish this and get her inside the lobby before Stan managed to get off his lazy ass to hold the door. He saw the condition she was in and raised his eyebrows and all I could do was shrug helplessly in reply as I assisted her toward the elevators.

“Almost there now miss, we’ll have you in your apartment in no time,” I told her like I would a child and it didn’t go over well with the drunk young woman for no sooner did I say it then she pulled free of me.

“First of all my name isn’t Miss. I have a name – its Emily. And please stop patronizing me; I’m not two years old. I’m just a little tipsy is all.”

“I’m sorry Emily that I offended you, it wasn’t my intention. I was just hoping to get you home with no further complications. As soon as you’re safely there I won’t trouble you any further.”

“Sure just like every other man I’ve met. Can’t wait to get away from me as fast as you can,” she replied as she leaned against the wall for support.

There was no way I or anyone else for that matter would win with Emily in the condition she was in though her last words gave me a pretty clear insight into the reason why she was upset. During the time I hit the elevator call button I turned away from Emily for a second and when I looked back she was in the process of sliding down the wall until she wound up sitting on the rug.

“Whoops I don’t understand it, now I’m on the floor,” she said with a giggle before bursting into tears.

Ignoring the elevator whose doors had opened I approached Emily and bent down to speak with her. When I did my eyes took a fast peek at her lower half. Her skirt was now almost up to her waist, not only revealing her long smooth legs but her black silk panties as well. The sight of this caused me to forget how tired I was and to think about other, more sordid possibilities.

“Whenever you’re ready Emily I can help you to your feet if you like,” I told her after tearing my eyes away from her naked limbs.

“Okay Don, I’m ready,” she said brushing away her tears and then extending her dainty hand in my direction.

My hand gripped hers at which time she pulled herself up with some assistance from me. No sooner had Emily regained her feet however than she staggered into me when she tried to take a step forward, after which she wrapped her arms around me to steady herself. Like had happened before on the street when her body met mine, all I could think about was how nice she felt pressed against me and I was reluctant to release her.

But with Stan not far away, as well as the lobby under constant video surveillance, I knew better than to prolong this so I gently removed her arms from me and pulled her into the elevator. Not wanting her to fall again I kept my hand on her shoulder as we rode up to the sixth floor. It wasn’t until we reached her floor and the doors opened that tipsy young Emily realized that her skirt had ridden up almost to her waist.

“Wait one minute, don’t want to give any neighbors a free show,” she told me as she tugged it down and as she did my narrowed eyes watched her like a rapacious bird of prey.

After she finished she looked my way and her eyes widened when she saw my burning gaze fixed on her shapely posterior. For a second I thought she was going to say something but instead she smiled slightly and walked off the elevator in the direction of her apartment with me trailing behind. And unless I was mistaken Emily exaggerated the sway of her round hips as she weaved her way down the hall.

When we arrived at her door she began rummaging through her purse though from her muttered curses she was having a hard time locating her keys. Finally with a cry of triumph she pulled her hand out clutching a key ring at which time she managed to drop her open purse and scatter all the contents across the carpeted hallway in all directions.

“Don’t worry about that Emily,” I told her, “you open the door and I’ll get your stuff for you.”

She had looked like she wanted to cry again after she dropped her purse but my words seemed to placate her.

“Okay Don, thanks,” she answered as I crouched down and began isveçbahis giriş to gather together the spilled items.

There was her smart phone and wallet of course, along with other things that were standard fare for a young woman living in the big city. She must smoke for there was a pack of light cigarettes with a lighter as well as a tin of mints and a tube of lipstick. The most interesting item to my mind was the pack of condoms which were thin for ‘greater sensitivity’ they claimed. Personally I had no need of such artificial means for I’d been snipped many years before but they showed that Emily was ripe for the picking. Stuffing all the items back in her purse I stood up by which time she had managed to open the door and disappear inside the apartment.

“Emily, I have your purse,” I called out as I stepped inside the empty foyer. When there was no answer I called out again, this time a little louder “Emily?”

“Could you please come here for a minute, Don,” came her faint reply.

Closing the door I first put down her purse and my hat and then followed the sound of her voice which emanated from beyond the apartment’s living room. Down a hall and through the first door to the left I found her kneeling on the bathroom floor before the porcelain throne.

“I don’t feel so good Don,” she said in a sad sounding voice.

“Do you want me to stay for a little while Emily?”

She nodded yes like a little girl would, her pale blue eyes pleading with me, but I was more focused on the swell of her buttocks as they strained against the tight skirt she was wearing. Many a time I’d fucked some drunken woman in a bar or club bathroom so I found her current position very arousing. On top of that I remembered when her skirt was by her waist and how sweet her ass had looked in her bikini panties. Needless to say my cock was half hard in my pants when I knelt down and gently stroked her auburn hair while pulling it back away from her face.

“Do you think you’re going to be sick?” I asked her in my kindest sounding voice.

“I’m not sure, I feel a little queasy. I didn’t eat much today and I drank too much.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” I told her sympathetically, “you have to remember to pace yourself if you’re drinking and not do it on an empty stomach.”

“I’m sorry but I was so upset.”

“No reason to tell me you’re sorry Emily. I was just saying it for future reference is all.”

“You’re right I know but I wasn’t thinking clearly. Do you know what it’s like to be told during appetizers that you’re getting dumped for someone else? And I thought we were out celebrating our one month anniversary tonight.”

“Well, all I can say is he must be an idiot Emily to dump a lovely young lady like you.”

After I’d said that I saw more than one emotion cross her face although the sad look won out in the end.

“No, I wish that was the case but it’s not. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened to me. No he was right.”

“Emily you have to remember that a young man doesn’t know what he’s looking for and probably isn’t smart enough to realize what he has in front of him.”

“That’s not it Don. Malcolm isn’t young, he’s almost fifty and he knows what he wants and I’m not it is all.”

“Well there you go. Maybe the difference in ages was too much…” I began but before I could finish she started to shake her head no.

“It isn’t that. The girl he left me for is only two years older than I am. It was the same thing that happened back in college with Professor Plumb, only that time she was the same age as I was. No it’s me Don, no man wants a girl who can’t satisfy them in bed.”

It wasn’t often that I was speechless but Emily’s words caught me by surprise and I had no idea how best to reply to them. Staring at her sexy body as she knelt on the floor it was pretty obvious there was no issue there. Most men would give an awful lot for a chance to tap her so it must have been some other reason that was causing her problems. We remained like that for a few minutes and while we did I wracked my brain trying to formulate a plan to take advantage of the situation. Of course my eyes were feasting on her figure as I did, so when she spoke it broke the spell and made me look at her face.

“Don, you’re a man, can I ask you for some advice?”

“Certainly Emily, I’ll do my best,” I replied.

“Thank you and please be honest, no matter what. Lying to make me feel better won’t help. I need the truth if I’m going to improve things.”

“Okay.”

“What kind of girl does a man want? I don’t mean how she looks. I know some men like girls with blond hair or big boobs or whatever superficial preference. I mean what does he expect from her?”

That was a tricky spot she put me in but I saw an opportunity to turn it in my favor though I had to consider my words carefully or risk blowing it. The first thing was to delay her a bit to allow me to fine tune what I was going to say.

“I’ll be glad to answer you Emily but let me ask you something first. isveçbahis yeni giriş Are you feeling a little better? Because it would be more comfortable not to be having this conversation on the bathroom floor. Are you feeling up to getting off the floor and sitting down?”

She paused before answering but she nodded her head yes after thinking about it. Once I stood I reached down and helped Emily to her feet after which we went into the living room where she sat on the couch.

“Would you like some water to hydrate?”

“Yes please Don. You are so sweet,” she told me and boy she had no clue.

If she knew what I was really thinking those wouldn’t have been the words out of her lips. Lips I was imagining wrapped around my hard cock as she sucked. In her refrigerator I found a pitcher of water with lemons in it so I poured her a glass. There were also two bottles of beer, they were light but beggars can’t be choosers so I removed one.

“Emily, I notice you have some beer as well. It’s been a long day and night for me, do you mind if I have one?” I asked her.

“Of course not, take one. Yeah I usually have some there. I guess you can take the girl out of Wisconsin but you can’t take Wisconsin out of the girl.”

“From the Midwest, huh? No wonder you’re so sweet and innocent,” I replied making her blush while I handed her the glass.

So a minute later I was sitting next to her on the couch and after drinking half the beer I turned her way.

“I could tell you what I like in a woman but that isn’t really what you want. First I need you to say why you think it’s your fault about things never working out.”

“Maybe because that’s what they tell me Don. Tonight Malcolm said he is too old to try and train someone to please him. ‘If you don’t know what to do by the time you’re twenty three then what’s the point?’ he said. And Professor Plumb called me a prude and said it was too bad I wasn’t Catholic because I’d have made a great nun.”

“Okay,” I said holding up a hand to stop her from saying more and probably becoming more upset. “Let me ask you something and answer truthfully. Do you like having sex Emily? Because you’re very attractive so most guys would have interest in you.”

She bit her lip before she answered and when she spoke her eyes darted about, not willing to meet mine.

“I do, I like sex Don. But I am kind of inhibited, I guess. I mean when I’m having it I have a good time and enjoy it but I’m pretty passive,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“But?” I added, for I could tell she wanted to say more.

“Well, the thing is, I was raised a certain way. My mom died when I was young so it was just me and my father. He loves me, I think, but he was never one to talk about things like emotions let alone about sex. When I first had my period he gave me a box of ‘feminine products’ as he called them and a textbook on human sexuality with a bookmark at the relevant section. He was a science teacher so to him that made sense, I guess.”

“So you had no woman to talk with about sex stuff growing up.”

“Well I talked with my friends some but it wasn’t like they were experts either, plus of course the internet. So I kind of muddled my way through puberty. The only other guidance I got from him was when I was fourteen and a neighbor girl got pregnant. He told me in a solemn tone that he couldn’t imagine what her poor parents were going through, everyone in town knowing their daughter was a harlot as he put it. Needless to say I was very repressed and was too scared to date until much later than all my friends. Even when I started I didn’t let my father know because I knew he wouldn’t approve of any of the boys.”

“So if you don’t mind me asking, how did you ever get beyond that to start having sex?”

“I don’t think I’ve gotten beyond my upbringing. That might be why I still have problems with men. I lost my virginity after the senior prom in high school when I was 18 but my ‘boyfriend’ if you can call him that was a total jerk who only cared about pleasing himself. So when I went away to college and Professor Plumb showed interest in me, I thought finally here is my chance. He wasn’t some young guy only caring about himself and getting off. He was a mature man of the world who would treat me right. What a joke! He was a total sex maniac and I was just one in a long line of students he bedded. I didn’t care though and I would have continued going out with him but he dumped me for a less inhibited girl. Then I hoped when I moved to New York things would improve but it’s still happening to me.”

“Let me ask you about that. Why move here in the first place, this city has a reputation for being decadent? And to be honest guys here can expect too much. Some want a woman to check every box in their profile so to speak and if not the city is full of other women.”

“That’s what my father said, Sodom and Gomorrah on the Hudson he calls this place. But the fashion industry is my life’s passion, that’s what I went to school for. I know right now I’m not good enough to be an actual designer but I took some business and writing courses to go along with those on design. Right now I’m working for a major designer while trying to write articles on fashion as a freelancer as well.”

Joe had sustained an injury to his kidney from being wounded by shrapnel from an exploding Humvee that was attacked while he was riding in it with some other guys from his unit. The shrapnel punctured his kidney, which in turn caused nephrotic syndrome, just like a kidney disease would. The doctors weren’t sure if it would heal completely or not. In the meantime, they gave him medicines and physical therapy. The worst part was having to endure the frequent trips to the VA hospital.

‘Damn interns! Every time I come up here, it seems that I have to see a new intern and tell them my whole story all over again.’ Joe thought to himself as he entered the renal clinic at the VA. ‘I hope I don’t get a dumb one today.’

“Good morning Mr. Blount. Be seated and a nurse will be right with you to take your vital signs.” The clerk stated.

‘Hurry up and wait, hurry up and wait. It’s the military way.’ Joe thought as he sat down, searching for a magazine to read. ‘This is a military hospital. Why the hell do they only have ‘Ladies Home Journal’ to read?’

They took his vitals and, after the traditional long wait, a doctor finally called him.

“Hello, Mr. Blount. I’m Dr. Hardwick. Please follow me.” Said the doctor.

‘Well, things are looking up.’ The doctor was a young female who looked much younger than the age she must be to be working here. She gave him a big sincere smile as she shook his hand and turned to lead him to the room. He admired her tight round butt in those snug-fitting white pants as she walked in front of him.

“Have a seat and let’s go over your lab results.”

It was a small room, with a desk, computer and a compact exam table. He sat by the desk while she reviewed his test results, then turned to talk to him. Their knees touched. She let hers stay there as she addressed him.

“Your lab results all look pretty good. It looks like the medicines are working all right for you, Mr. Blount. How are feeling?”

“Well, I’d feel better if I didn’t have to take them at all. Do you have any idea when my kidneys will heal up so I can stop the meds?” He inquired.

“You are very fortunate not to have lost your kidney. The alternative is dialysis or kidney replacement. So as long as you don’t have any problems taking the medicines, we can only wait and hope for now. Are you having any side effects from them that we should know about?” The doctor asked.

“Well, there is one little problem that I was afraid to bring up.” Joe said as he looked into Dr. Hardwick’s lovely green eyes. She was staring intently into his at the same time. He could also see that her front was every bit as inviting as her rear had been. Her lab jacket was open in the front, showing very full and perky breasts heaving on her young chest, above a small, firm waistline showing through her snug white doctor’s blouse. He fought the urge to stare where he shouldn’t.

“So, tell me. We can’t help you if we don’t know what the problem is.” She asked.

Joe was embarrassed to tell her. It would be like telling a teenage stranger your most intimate secrets.

“Well, I’m embarrassed to tell you, quite frankly. You’re so young and all.”

“Please don’t be. I am a doctor. I know I look young, but I’m a professional and you can trust me. So, what is it?”

“OK. You see, I seem to have trouble having sex now. I don’t have a steady girlfriend but I have been seeing this one lady lately, and we have had a couple of problems.” He admitted.

“What kind of problems? You shouldn’t have to live with a sexual issues ever.”

“Well, I seem to have trouble getting isveçbahis real hard, especially during oral sex. And when I do get hard, I have some pain in my kidneys when we have full sex.” Joe answered.

“Hmm, I see. You mean fellatio and PIV sex, I assume? I believe you might have anxiety issues. You are worried about the pain, and worried about hurting something by having sex, so your penis withdraws to protect you.” She diagnosed.

“I think I know something that will help. Be right back.” She said.

The doctor returned shortly and closed and locked the door behind her.

“Here, take this pill with some water and we’ll see if it works. We’ll give it a few minutes, but it shouldn’t take long. This gets into your system very quickly.” She said, giving him the pill.

“What kind of stuff turns you on, Mr. Blount? I mean, visual, talking, touching, what?”

“What? I guess all that, of course. I’m a pretty regular guy that way. Why do you ask?”

“We have to measure your responses to sexual stimuli to ensure that the treatment is working before I give you a prescription for more. So if you don’t mind, I’ll try something here.” She said, standing up in front of Joe.

She was a real natural beauty with shoulder-length brunette hair, big green eyes, the nice figure he had already noticed, and a very friendly down-home mid-western personality to boot. As she removed her lab jacket, he read her nametag: Amelie Hardwick from Kansas. Nice name.

She reached up to her top button on her blouse and released it, then the next one down, and the next, pulling the tail out of her pants to remove the last ones. Her chest and bra came into view. She wore a light blue demi bra that showed a hint of white skin peeking out where her overflowing breasts fought to get out of the confining material. She was only lightly tanned, as expected since he knew interns wouldn’t have much time to go to the beach. She removed the blouse and tossed it aside.

Standing only a couple of feet in front of him, her shoulders back and her head upright, she glanced at his crotch, then into his eyes again as she spoke, “Does this do anything for you? I mean, does it arouse you in any way?”

“Yes, I mean, I believe so. I certainly like what I see.”

“I can’t really tell if it’s working or not. Here, remove your pants and get up on the exam table for me so I can examine you closer.” She smiled, motioning to the table. “Don’t be afraid. I’m a professional and we have to do this to be sure the treatment is working.”

He lost no time following her orders and hopped up onto the table, still wearing his boxers.

“Lie back and relax while I examine you.” The doctor said, pushing him back in his chest and helping swing his legs up until he was lying prone on his back. She reached around his waist and slid his boxers down over his hips, over his shoes, and removed them. He was lying nude from the waist to his ankles. She smiled again. Now, Joe wasn’t a bad looking guy. He was 27, brown hair, 6′ tall, 185 lbs and pretty fit. Girls had taken his underwear off before, but this was the first time a DOCTOR had taken them off!

She looked at his penis and felt it, seeing that it was indeed, not hard. But it did twitch when she laid it in her hand and rubbed it.

“Hmm, have you had your prostate checked recently?” She asked, slipping on gloves and reaching for the tube of lube. “We have to rule that out as a problem. It’s standard procedure, you know. Bend your legs up and I’ll just check it out for you.”

Now every guy has had his prostate checked, but not by a beautiful isveçbahis giriş young doctor standing there only in her bra and pants! He bent his legs up as instructed. She squirted a generous amount of lube jelly onto her fingers and placed it at his anus, rubbing the lube all over it and trying to relax him. Slowly but deliberately, she eased the tip of her finger into his ass, past his sphincter and as far in as it would go. She waited to be sure he was ok.

“Are you OK?” She inquired. “My boyfriend likes it when I do this to him, but not everybody likes it, so you let me know if I should stop and I will.”

“No, it’s OK. It doesn’t hurt. Your fingers are smaller that most doctors’ are. You’ve got a boyfriend? Does he mind you doing this?”

“He doesn’t mind. This is my job, my profession. I like helping people, in any way I can.” She answered, moving her finger around until she felt his prostate gland, where she proceeded to rub it.

She grasped his penis with her other hand, fondling and stroking it, seeing if it was responding to her “treatment”.

“Do you feel anything here, Mr. Blount?”

“I think I do, Doctor. It’s tingling down there, and your fingers feel good too.”

“Please call me Amelie, since I’m standing here with a finger in your ass and a hand on your cock. Is that OK with you, Joe? It’s OK if I call you Joe while I finger your ass and penis, isn’t it? Do you like me talking that way, Joe?” She asked while fingering his ass and playing with his cock. She knew he did like it. She could feel him responding when she said the naughty words and fingered him.

“Oh, yes, Amelie. Talk dirty to me all you want.” Joe responded, panting a little now at the new feelings in his butt and penis.

“That’s good. Now, relax and let me help you. Did you say you had trouble getting blow jobs? Let’s check that out now.” She said, lowering her head to plant kisses on his stomach, upper legs, and inner legs. Licking his balls while holding up his penis, she felt even more response as his penis twitched up in her hand. She licked his head and engulfed the upper 2″ with her mouth, sucking while stroking him. He didn’t know what to look at first: Her finger in his butt, her mouth and hand on his penis, or those pretty bra-clad breasts that occasionally touched his leg now.

“Do you want to touch me, Joe? It’s OK if you want to. I’m a professional, so I won’t mind.”

Immediately, his right hand went to her shoulder and caressed her smooth back, down to her waist, over her pants to her tight butt, over her leg and back up her side. This time, she moved against it, letting him know it was good for her too. He went up her side and around and under the bra to cup her full breast in his strong hand. It wasn’t padded, as he expected, but all her, and all real. This time, she moaned and swallowed up more of his penis, which was definitely growing and getting longer.

Taking her mouth off for a second. She noted, “It’s growing. Do you feel it? I can feel your cock growing in my mouth and getting bigger. It’s working! Do you want to play with my nipples? You may, if you want. Your hand feels good.”

He wasted no time unhooking her clasp with one hand, freeing her pendulous breasts. In a second, her warm, full breast was in his hand as he squeezed and caressed it. He felt her nipple pointing out and getting hard. He copied the movements on the other one, which also enlarged to his finger’s touch. She had more that a handful and it was pleasing to play with them.

“Look at this.” She said, holding up his cock in her hand to show him. “I thought you said isveçbahis yeni giriş you couldn’t get it up. This is more ‘up’ that any guy I’ve ever been with. I would love to have that in my pussy. Oh, yes, you like to think of that too, don’t you? I can feel it growing again as I stroke it up and down. I have a good pussy. You’d like it, so young and soft, and … shaved. Yes, you twitched again. But I don’t think I could take all of you. Would that bother you? Maybe you could just fuck my breasts. Would you like that instead? My boyfriend does that and sometimes cums all over them. I like it when he cums on me, or IN me. Do you think you can cum for me?

“I think I can, especially if you keep talking dirty like that.” He moaned.

She smiled and lowered her hand to hold his penis around the base with her thumb and forefinger, while playing with his hard balls with her other fingers, all the while slowly massaging his prostate and fingering his ass. She returned her head to his cock, taking all of it she could, and opening up her throat to swallow it all.

“Damn! Oh, God, that’s good. Oh, wow.” Joe shouted out, but not too loudly. They WERE in a hospital!

Amelie sucked him harder, deeper, moaning on his cock so he could feel it even more. Up and down she pounded her head over his cock, taking it deep into her throat over and over. She worked a second finger up his ass. It went in with ease as he was welcoming the new feel by now. She clinched her butt checks together, trying to squelch the itching feeling between them. As she struggled to bring him off, She was getting very turned on herself. This guy tasted great and his hands on her body made her yearn for more.

She tasted some precum in her mouth and backed off his cock until it was only fucking her mouth and not her throat, and stroked it with her hand vigorously, knowing he would have to cum soon.

“Cum in my mouth, Joe. Come on, baby, shoot it into me. I want to taste it.” She said while removing her mouth for only a couple of seconds.

The first spurt hit the back of her throat with a hot thud, startling her into swallowing it. She backed off a little and the second blast hit her square in the mouth and she licked it up with her tongue. She massaged his gland one more time and pulled her fingers out of his ass. This time he shot a big load square on her mouth, nose, and all over her face. He came again and again as she stroked his hard cock until it stopped squirting.

“You taste good. How do you feel?” The doctor inquired.

“Wiped out. Damn, I’ve never came so much or so hard. But no one’s ever done anything quite like that to me before either. Thank you Amelie.” Joe replied after catching his breath.

“Oh, I’m just doing my job, Mr. Blount. It’s all part of my intern training, you know? I’m happy that we could get past phase I of our diagnostic treatment with good results.”

“Phase I? What do you mean? Aren’t you going to give me a prescription for that stuff? I thought it worked pretty well.” Joe asked confusedly.

“Well, we only tested it on the first part of your problem. There’s still the bigger problem of having pain with PIV sex, isn’t there?” The doctor replied seriously.

“And, we don’t know if there may be side effects to the treatment, like this:” She said, holding up his still-hard cock in her hand.

“We’re going to have to deal with this now, don’t you think?” She smiled at him, pushing out her big proud chest at him while stroking his ever-hard cock slowly with her hand. “It’s OK. I have everything entered into your file in the computer.

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Joe’s fascination with Sandi continued. There was an unexplainable connection between them and just holding her hand still made his pants bulge.

By continually adjusted their schedules they found they could see each other several times a week behind their spouse’s backs, even if it was just for a kiss. Most of the time, however; they would be able to do much more. Sandi’s incredible flexibility and willingness to make Joe come just about anywhere made almost every meeting end with her swallowing his loads.

It was more than just cheating to them; it was a blending of souls.

Sandi also made no bones about the fact she wanted Joe’s cock inside of her, something they had not officially done yet. Joe knew she was fertile, and that was a dangerous game with another man’s wife.

Whenever they were able to get naked Joe would go down on her immediately, his giant head between her firm thighs, watching her big tits swaying as he lubricated her nipples with her own pussy juice and saliva. He loved doing this for her, and it just felt like home to him. Sandi would always moan until she couldn’t stand it anymore as his tongue circled and sucked her tiny clit. She was getting more comfortable with him, not afraid to grab the sides of his head so that he gave just the right amount of friction.

When she couldn’t take it anymore she would pull him up, immediately kissing him so they could share the slick nectar from her loins. They would also share her nipples now that Joe had encouraged her to do so, moving two tongues across them until she had to close her eyes and move her head back.

Normally after this routine she would lay him back, rub his stomach and chest, then lick his usually sweaty armpits and nipples before sucking his cock. Lately however, she was taking more control. On their last meeting she surprised Joe by laying him on his back, his giant erection sticking straight up, leaking pre-cum from the mushroom end. Sandi sucked and licked his shaft to clean it. Then she inspected and licked his balls to make sure they were fresh as well.

Once she finished orally cleaning him she straddled him. Her tiny body was now on top of his, a knee on each of his hips. Joe stared at her beautiful face. Her normally perfect auburn hair was already a mess. Looking down her big tits were a mix of tan and milky white, no doubt she had been sunning herself recently. As he followed the freckles down from her DD chest he saw that familiar little tuft of pubic hair that accented her mound.

Sandi leaned back on him, putting a hand on each knee so he could see the tiny slit that lived below that mound from end to end. As she bent back he could see not only her tiny love hole, but also her asshole. Joe noticed it was clean as whistle and bright pink. And looked just as tight as the opening in front of it.

Sandi looked him right in the eyes as she presented herself. It was obvious she loved being on top, and Joe loved the feeling of having her there.

“You just relax, ” she said, as he admired the view.

Sandi was so light compared to Joe having her full weight on him was not a problem.

Carefully she laid her pussy lips on the base of his rod, just above his balls. She moved side to side till the vein split the tiny pink folds and then began sliding up to the circumcision line of his purple cock.

“Oh Joe,” she moaned, “This fills so good. Come on, baby. Put it inside of me, just for a minute.”

“I can’t. You know I’ll come before it even gets all the way inside. I’m already leaking out.”

Joe looked down at his cock. He could see lipstick marks from where she had been sucking him clean. There was also a puddle of clear pre-cum developing on his abdomen from her sliding along his shaft. As she arched up her love hole would be just short of the tip of his cock, exposing her small opening. The next time she did this Joe took the opportunity to insert a finger in her. It popped out as she slid back down. He inserted it again the next time she rose up, turning it to massage the ridges near her G spot. With his other hand he scooped up the liquid gathering above his tip and rubbed it on her nipples, her chest, her neck and across her lips. She licked and sucked on his finger, eyes still open wide, staring at him as she tasted his seed.

This was the amazing thing about the two of them. Words were unspoken but they moved as if someone was directing the show.

“You are just too beautiful.” He told her as her slit soaked him.

“You’re the one who’s beautiful.” isveçbahis She replied. Joe had been called a lot of things in his life, but this was not one of them.

“Okay, he said, “I’ll look into getting some rubbers. I haven’t bought any in thirty years so I’m not quite sure how to do it. Maybe I’ll get a teenager to buy up for me.”

“I think it’s easier than that,” she replied.

“Then you can pick them up.”

“I’d have a hard time explaining to Keith why I have rubbers in my drawer.”

“Maybe you could write ‘Save for Joe’ on them.”

“Really? Look, you get the condoms and I’ll help you get ready to put them on. Kind of like this.”

Sandi leaned in and put her hands on his shoulders. She kissed him then slid downward until her knees were on the bed between his. She pointed his cock straight up by grabbing the base of it like the handle of a bat, smiling as she began licking the length of it. The feeling was incredible and Joe watched as she lapped up his glistening fluid and cleaned hers off. Her small tongue ice-skated up his purple vein, zigzagging to catch any spots she may have missed.

“There,” she said, “See? You’d be clean and just about ready.”

“I am ready. Ready to blast.”

With that information she moved her head back down. Joe brushed her brown hair aside so he could see his solid member move fully into her mouth. The sight was so amazing to him. He never got tired of seeing such proper in public woman be so cock craving in private.

Sandi’s eyes closed as she savored having him fill every space in her mouth, and she braced herself for the blast of cum she was about to receive. She began to suck harder. Joe could feel her tongue pushing in on him, forcing the flow toward her waiting throat. He did not disappoint, grabbing a handful of her hair from the back of her head and pushing down hard.

“Oh shit, Sandi, I, I… Ohhhhh.”

“Ummmmm,” was her involuntary reply. Joe realized he had never come in her without her responding with such a sexy sound. Even when she had sucked him off in earshot of her husband she still would moan, although muffled. He wondered how many men never got to experience this type of blowjob response in their lifetime. It was like a soundtrack to a favorite movie playing as his cock bucked into her head. His body and joints cracked and he found himself suddenly laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“I just can’t believe I’m here. With you. You are without a doubt the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. Can I just stare in your eyes awhile?”

“What about you? Where the heck were you thirty years ago?” She replied.

“Jacking off while thinking about a woman like you.”

Sandi was sitting up now, legs open at the end of the bed, still between Joe’s thighs. He looked her in the eyes and ran his hand across her cheek, down her big tits and across her nipples. He made a little circle as he passed her mound and stuck his middle finger into her still wet hole.

“And this, I just love this. Your pussy is just magic.”

“You know, everyone at my work said I’ve never seemed happier. So you’ve got some magic yourself.”

His finger went in deeper, past both knuckles. When he pulled it out he put his little finger in, burying it fully and soaking it thoroughly before withdrawing. He then took his middle finger and put the bottom of it on the top of the nail of his ring finger. Keeping them paired he worked them inside of Sandi’s vault. It was a tight fit, and Sandi moved slightly to give him a better angle at entry. As the two fingers made there way in deeper Joe’s little finger rubbed up against her pink asshole. He made small circles with the wet digit, looking her right in the eyes as he did.

“Ohhh,” she sighed.

She leaned back slightly, not hiding her exposed slit or her now visible ass crack. As just the tip of his finger continued to circle the hole he pushed the tip lightly against the entrance. Sandi simply closed her eyes and moved her head into a sniffing position. The little finger pushed against the opening and her butt cheeks clenched. If Joe thought her pussy was tight her asshole was ten times that. And although the finger never actually went in, her reaction spoke volumes about what their future might hold.

That night the couples got together for an impromptu dinner. They had dinner at Keith and Sandi’s house, but a chill in the air kept them from going outside so splitting up the group, so groping each other was never an option. Neither of them had even isveçbahis giriş had time to digest each other’s cum from their afternoon session, but given the chance there was no doubt they would have done it one more time.

At the end of the night Joe gave Sandi a polite kiss on the cheek. Keith held the door for Janice who walked out. He was shaking Keith’s hand and as he did so he felt Sandi’s hand grip his ass cheek. Joe caught himself starting to involuntarily reach back for her tits. He stopped just in time as Janice was waiting for him just outside on the porch. He did feel his dick begin to stretch and left wanting more.

The very next afternoon Joe showed up at Sandi’s right at lunchtime. He had spent the morning feeling like he was like an animal in heat. They hadn’t set this meeting up and for her it was an unexpected visit.

Instead of parking down the street and sneaking in the back he pulled in the driveway and parked. Then knocked right on the front door. She looked surprised to see him. She was wearing a brown skirt and button up blouse, hiding those 34 DD’s as usual. Her perfect auburn hair shined in the doorway, parted in the middle with a sort of Olive Oil bun in the back.

“Joe, Hi.”

“Uh, Hi Sandi. Sorry to bother you but I think I left something here last night.”

“It’s just me here Joe, and I’m on a tight schedule today. I don’t really have time…”

At that second the phone rang. Sandi checked the caller I.D.

“I’ve got to take this.”

Sandi gave him the “shush” sign by putting her finger in front of her lips. She picked up the portable phone in the kitchen and leaned her elbows against the butcher-block table. Pen in hand, she took the call.

“Hey Keith, what’s up.”

Joe stood silently as she fielded the call from her husband. He wanted to tell her how he had felt that morning, how his dick kept growing and leaking as he thought of her, and how he needed to feel her in his arms and his mouth.

“Yes, I’ve got some paper right here.”

He moved in behind her until he found himself staring at her backside. She had one foot up on the shelf at the bottom of the table. He looked down at her calf muscle, watching how it was flexing as she talked and moved her foot. It had great definition from her workouts. Looking lower he marveled at how tiny her ankles were. He made a mental note to kiss them next time they were in bed.

“Yes, that sounds good.”

Joe moved in behind her ass and put a hand on each hip. She was so tiny his thumbs touched each other.

“How much was that check?”

He reached down below her skirt and ran his right hand up between her legs. By the time it reached the base of her pussy his fingers felt the wetness coming through the thin fabric of her panties. His cock immediately filled with blood, fast enough to move the car keys that were in his pocket.

“That’s great Keith, better than last time.”

Joe pulled her skirt up and her panties down, lifting one leg out of them and letting them hang on her other foot.

“Well, what else do they need?”

Joe leaned in, he could tell it was Keith’s voice but couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. He kissed her neck as he removed kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. She still didn’t turn around.

“Is that before commission or after?”

Joe released his engorged cock from its boxer nest, discarding them as well.

“Really great. So what is that after taxes?”

Sandi began to jot down some figures as Joe worked her hole and managed to get one finger in.

“I see. Uh. Yes.”

Her voice was too much for him. Joe pushed her up slightly on the butcher-block and bent down as low as he could. He placed his leaking cock at the top of her ass crack and slid it down leaving a trail of clear we fluid. As it went past her asshole it pushed forward until it was between her legs, directly under her slit, splitting the lips apart.

“Can they make a copy for us?”

Joe paid no attention to the conversation. The small head was now in full control of the big one. He cupped a hand below her cheeks and found her pussy leaking like a broken faucet. He grabbed himself and circled his cock around it, lubricating the entire area with a mix of their juices. Bending down, back, then forward he put the tip right against her love hole.

“I…I…yes that would be fine.”

Joe slid just the head of his cock inside her. It was their first time. She was so fucking tight it was unbelievable. It was isveçbahis yeni giriş like a vise squeezing the end of his rod. Joe was dumbfounded that he could even fit that much in. He pushed forward, literally lifting her up even more with just his hard cock. He moved slowly in and out until the vise loosened and the entire member disappeared beyond the tiny pink lips that guarded her hole.

While fully inside he yanked out her still tucked in blouse and literally pulled down her bra cups so her tits came out. He began making circles on her nipples. Her body moved left and right as his hands and cock stimulated her senses.

“Oh…no, no I’m fine, this portable phone…um… connection sucks.”

“Yeah, we should get a new one.”

Joe now pulled back until the head was right and her entrance, then buried himself fully inside her, so deep he expected his cock to be interfering with he vocal cords.

“So..so.. I’ll need the check stub too, Honey.”

Joe closed his eyes and continued to thrust as Sandi talked business with her husband. He could easily have come inside of her.

He made another thrust, holding her hips. Then again. Two, three, four, five more times he pushed his massive cock into the tiny opening. Sandi’s body rocked and lifted with each thrust. After bouncing her and the phone two more times her pulled out.

“Great dear, good job. I’ll see you tonight.”

Sandi hung up the phone and turned around, tilting her head and looking up at him. No words followed, just a glare from those brown cat eyes followed by deep kissing. He dropped her skirt and within seconds she had removed her blouse and bra. Joe pulled off his shirt.

“That was…I…I don’t have much time today,” said the naked beauty.

Joe picked her up and kissed her as he held her in the air and swung her around. Her nipples were hard against his chest and her breasts soft and warm. He put his arms in her armpits and lifted her up onto the cold countertop just next to the sink. Sandi frantically reached around, trying to close the shades so that the folks next door wouldn’t see their prim and proper neighbor naked on her countertop.

Half kneeling Joe took her pussy into her mouth as she gave up on the shades and held onto his head. He lapped up her juices, working her clit into frenzy. Lunch was served.

“Ohhhhhh god.” She moaned, her stomach rolling down into his face. Success!

Joe looked up and smiled at her. Her neck and chest were fully flushed.

“Now you can go.” He said.

Sandi hopped down and patted on the wet spot on the counter where she had just come.

“Jump up here baby, I can’t lift you.”

“I’ll probably break it.”

She patted again and he hopped up. His bare cheeks felt the same sensation of cold she had felt. He found it kind of refreshing and leaned back as his hard on pointed right at his lover.

Sandi went to work on his cock like it was a military operation. Joe was careful not to grab that hair like he normally did, it was obvious she had places to be. With one hand she grabbed the base of his rod and with the other his balls. She looked up at him to make sure she was pleasing him then dove in swallowing his cock. Virtually thirty seconds later she would be swallowing his cum. Joe gripped the countertop edge as his shaft erupted.

“Ohhhhh…god, Sandi.”

“Ummmmmm.” There it was, her signature sound.

She popped up. Joe looked down at his drained cock; it has a bright red circle near the base from her lipstick.

“That,” she said, “Was a tasty treat.”

Sandi smiled and redressed in record time, including her wet panties. By the time Joe got himself together she was applying lipstick to finish the ensemble. Joe reached down and squeezed out a final drip of cum. He wiped it behind her right ear.

“Final touch.” He said.

“Perfect, thanks,” she said, smiling. He knew she wouldn’t be washing that spot.

“You’re the one who’s perfect.”

“Not if I don’t get out of here immediately. And can we kind of, sort of, maybe think about condoms next time?”

“Sorry, you just bring out the beast in me.”

“Mmmm,” she growled as the two of them walked out of the house. “You’re just lucky I have to go.”

“No, I’m just lucky you’re in the world.”

Sandi touched him on the arm as she headed to her car. Joe gave her a wink. Ms. Proper was heading back to the business world once again. Hopefully her panties would be dry by the time she arrived.

He was back to dreaming about her. Maybe they would see each other for dinner that night. If not, tomorrow was another day, and another lover’s adventure.

On the drive home Joe hit himself on the forehead at a stop sign.

“Rubbers, idiot,” he said to himself.

I was tired. Tired and thirsty. It was twenty past one in the morning and I had put in a long hard day at work, in fact a long hard week at work, and then wearily got in my car for the usual Friday night drive back home. My job is contract based, and at the moment it means that I spent my working week 230 miles from where I live and only go home at weekends. Normally the drive should have taken around 4 to 5 hours but thanks to atrocious weather and a motorway closed due to a nasty accident, I had now been underway for more than 7 hours, and still had 40 miles or so to go. Although the road was now almost empty I was taking it easy, keeping it at around the 50 mph mark. The rain had been lashing down since late morning, and now there were large puddles of surface water on the carriage-way making aqua-planning a likely and dangerous prospect if I wasn’t careful. Lack of sleep, darkness, and bad weather were not a great combination to be driving through, and I should really have stopped an hour or so ago and taken a break, but I had pressed on wanting to get home as soon as possible.

I needed something to keep me awake. Late night radio had been smooth and mellow, but it had the effect of a lullaby, lolling me ever nearer dreamland. What I needed was something to keep me awake and my mind focused on the road ahead. I flipped the stereo from ‘Radio’ to ‘CD’, and slipped a disc into the machine. The album was ‘A Hard Day’s Night’, one of The Beatles early albums, a great one to sing along to and stop me drifting off. The distinctive sound of the opening chord from George Harrison, and we were into the opening title track.

And then I saw what I had been somewhat anxiously looking out for ahead. The car was as thirsty as I was and the fuel gauge showed that I was well into the red, but up ahead was the welcoming sight of the yellow Shell sign the all-night petrol station. I slowed down and pulled into the forecourt and chose the middle of the 9 available pumps so that I would be protected from the rain as much as possible by the canopy.

As I filled the car, I looked around but there really wasn’t much to see. The Shell Shop was in darkness and obviously locked up, the only light shinning from within was over the ‘Night Pay’ window. I could see a girl sitting there who looked to be in her early twenties, with shoulder-length black hair and wearing a yellow T-shirt. Although she had looked up when I had first driven up to the pumps, she now seemed absorbed in whatever it was she reading.

The click of the pump handle told me that I had filled up as much as possible, and I tapped the nozzle against the side shaking the last of the drips into the tank, smiling as I did so. This action always reminded me of guys standing at urinals shaking the last of their droplets off their dicks. I went across to the Night Pay window to pay her. Unfortunately, although the pumps were covered by the station canopy, the pay window was right under the edge of it and the wind was lashing the rain against it. I just wanted to pay up as quickly as possible, grab a pint of milk and get back to the warmth of my car. I rapped on the window and the girl looked up from her magazine.

“Can I come in, I need a couple of things from the shop as well,” I said.

“No you can’t,” she replied, “It’s locked up. Just tell me what you want and I’ll go and get it.”

“Aw, come on, I’m getting soaked standing here.” I gave her a sorrowful look and pulled the collars of my jacket up around my neck to emphasise my predicament.

“No really, I’m sorry but I can’t. We’re not allowed to open the main door when there is only one female on duty.” She gave me an apologetic look and shrugged her shoulders.

I started fumbling in my pockets for me credit card, which was difficult with my leather-jacket zipped up, when she suddenly relented.

“Look O.K., I’ll let you in, but I can’t switch the lights on or anything, or I’ll get in trouble.”

With a grateful nod of the head I headed round to the main doors and waited for her to open up. Although the shop was not lit there was enough light in there for me to get a good look at her through the glass doors as she came round with a bunch of keys in her hand, She was about five and half foot tall, with braided black hair and green and yellow beads attached to the ends. Under this mop of hair was a lovely chocolate-brown face, with big brown eyes and a full-blooded red mouth. Not a beautiful girl in the classical sense, but certainly very pretty. I’m not good at guessing peoples ages, but I revised my previous estimate reckoning she was around 26 or 27. The yellow T-shirt I had noticed earlier was more of a cropped-top, it didn’t reach her waist and I could see a silver stud winking at me from her navel. Below the T-shirt was a pair of tight fitting blue jeans which she wore in the current fashion, i.e. worn low on the hips so that I could see the straps of her thong high on her hips. Hers had dark blue piping with a lighter coloured, virtually isveçbahis see-through, blue material.

She bent down to unlock the glass door, and as she did so I got a quick flash of her breasts as I peeked down her top. They were smallish and encased in a bra that obviously matched the thong, but that same lovely chocolate brown colour.

“Thanks very much,” I said when she had unlocked and opened the door for me, “It’s pretty wet out there.”

“Yes, we don’t get many people stopping on a night like this,” she replied, “In fact we don’t get many customers during the night generally. I don’t know why the bother keeping it open, but I’m not going to complain. It’s a bit boring but the money is good because of the shift pattern.”

My eyes followed her as she walked back to her counter. She really did have a lovely arse, the jeans fitting tight around them, and I could see the top of the flimsy triangle of the back of her thong that covered her very shapely bum. In my mind I could picture those chocolate globes with the flimsy material wedged between them.

I shook the image out of mind and went to pick up a couple of things I was after. The shop was a typical petrol station one selling the usual odd collection of items: – basic groceries, barbeque coal, CDs, men’s magazines, oil and confectionary. I grabbed a pint of milk and a bar of chocolate and took them up to the counter. Placing the items on top op the counter I could now see what she had been so engrossed in whilst I had been filling up. It was one the men’s magazines the shop sold.

“Like the pictures?” I asked her.

“Actually not much,” she said “pictures of naked girls with their under-carriage hanging out don’t do much for me, but I do like reading the stories. Like I said we don’t get many drivers stopping during the night and it helps to pass the time.” She swiped my purchases over the bar-code reader and said “£32.78 please.”

“Stories?” I enquired with a raised eyebrow as I handed over my credit-card.

“You know those confession stories, where people write about doing it in strange places. There’s one in here about a man fucking a complete stranger in a lift, which had me creaming my jeans I can tell you.”

My eyebrow rose slightly further, and my cock also started to rise.

“In fact,” she went on, a sly smile on her face now, “I was watching you fill up out of the corner of my eye and I fantasised about you filling me up right there on the forecourt.”

My cock sprang to attention at the thought of this. I don’t know if she was just teasing me or was serious, but I wasn’t going to pass the opportunity up. I signed the credit-card slip and looked up “I’m game if you are,” I said.

“Bit cold and wet out there,” she said, “whereas it’s nice and warm in here. In fact,” she paused, that same sly smile on her face again “it’s wet in here as well, my pussy’s a bit sticky, why don’t you come round here and lick it clean?”

I rushed round before she had a chance to change her mind, and pulled her off her stool towards me ready to kiss those lovely full lips.

“No, none of that,” she said, “Someone might see us and I can’t afford to lose this job. Anyway I don’t want your tongue down my throat, I want it up my pussy.” Her hand was already unbuttoning the top of her jeans and easing the zipper down. I knelt in front of her and tried to ease the jeans down, but it wasn’t easy. She was wide-hipped and the pair she had on were skin-tight.

“Here, let me she,” she said, and in a slow teasing motion she eased them down until the jeans were around her ankles. The sight was gorgeous, the light blue triangle of her thong against her lovely flawless brown skin. Through the sheer cotton I could see that she was a girl that liked to use a razor; only a small line of black hair visible along the length of her slit. Further down a darkened patch of material bore evidence of her earlier confession. She certainly had been creaming her jeans.

Lovely though the sight was, I wanted to see those chocolate globes I had fantasised about, and that material wedged up the crack of her arse. “Turn around,” I asked, “I want see the back.”

“Sod that,” she said, “this is not a fucking fashion show. Get your tongue out, Buster, and get working,” and with that she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her.

I needed no second bidding, my tongue snaked out and started licking her slit through the thong, and she eased her legs apart and bent them slightly at the knee to accommodate me. First a few slow licks up and down and then concentrating on the source of the sticky stain of her thong, I pushed the material as far into the entrance of her cunt as I could with my tongue, and was rewarded with a slight moan from her. If she had been slightly wet before, she was certainly getting a lot wetter now. I could taste it and I could smell it, that lovely whiff of pussy juice. I withdrew briefly, brought my hand up and pulled the crotch of her thong isveçbahis giriş to one side, and carried on as before. This was better still as her lovely juices coated my tongue.

“Lick my clit,” she said, “lick my clit!”

My tongue worked its way upwards between the now full pussy lips and found the little nub of her clit. I started slowly circling it and then switching to a minute figure of eight moments, stimulating her clit from different directions. My cock was, of course, straining against my boxers and jeans, desperate to join in the action, but the girl didn’t look like she was going to oblige; her head was thrown back and she was far too absorbed in her own pleasure. Her breathing had become deeper and the moans more frequent and louder. “Harder,” she commanded, “but slower,” and pulled my head even tighter against her.

Pleasurable though this was it was a little uncomfortable with my nose squashed against her pubic bone. I eased my head back. “Turn around and lean over the stool.”

This time she did turn as requested. Moving the stool into a more comfortable position, she leaned right over it with her lovely brown arse sticking out. The blue thong was still round wedged into the crack of the tops of her buttocks, although the gusset was now across one cheek where I had pulled it across earlier. I started to ease them down marvelling at the way the material had to be slightly tugged at to get it out of the crack. If I lived to be a hundred I could never get tired of watching a girls knickers being slowly tugged down her bum. I eased them down her thighs and past her knees where they joined her jeans round her ankles.

“You’ll have to bend forward further if you want me to nibble your clit more,” I told her and she did, bending at the waist and putting her head on the stool. I resumed my work, flicking her womanly nub with my tongue. This position was a lot more comfortable than the previous one for me. As I licked and flicked her nub with my tongue, the tip of my nose was pressed up against the entrance to her cunt. I could feel it getting its own coating of pussy-juice. Slowly I made little nodding movements with my head, pressing the tongue harder against her clit, and my nose a few centimetres inside her.

The heavy breathing and moans started up again. “That’s it,” she said “yeah, that’s it, keep doing that.” I pressed as hard as I could against her clit, and as deep as I could into her cunt. My nose, now slick with her juices, was fucking her like a tiny prick. With a sudden involuntary shudder of her hips and a load moan, she came and immediately clamped her thighs together to prevent me prolonging the ecstasy and the agony. I withdrew my head, the lower part of my face now saturated with her stickiness, and gasped for air.

Still bent over the stool she too was catching her breath, I could see her body expanding and contracting as she took in great gulps of air. “Phew,” I heard, “phew that was good.” Another large gulp of air and then she said “Right now it’s my turn to lick you.”

“No I haven’t finished yet,” I replied, “I want another taste.” With one arm round each thigh I pulled them apart dove my head back against her.

“No, no,” she yelled, “no more, my legs are going to give way,” but I paid no attention. Ignoring her clit which was now standing erect and angry like a tiny red nipple, I drove my tongue into her cunt. Her left arm reached around to push my face away, but I just grabbed her thighs tighter and pulled her as hard as I could against me. Her resistance slowly subsided and instead of trying to push my face away she grabbed a handful of my hair and clenched it as my head made darting movements against her, my tongue moving like a piston inside her.

“You bastard,” she said, “you fucking bastard, yeah, keep doing that.”

My head bobbing against her, and with my tongue now trying to reach as deep as I could inside her, the tip of my nose was now pressed right against her tight arse-hole. Although I couldn’t see it, with each forward motion of my head, my nose still slick with pussy-juice, was nudging past the wrinkled entrance and inside her. ‘Well this is a first for me,’ I thought ‘I’ve never fucked anyone in the arse with my nose before.’

She was obviously enjoying it too, her hand still clenching my brown hair, she now pulling me against her as hard as she could. My tongue now deep inside her, my mouth pressed up hard against her cunt, and with the tip of my nose inside her arse, I could scarcely breathe. I certainly couldn’t move my head, she held it tightly against her. I just did what I could with the tongue, small circular movements rotating it along the walls of cunt. I let go of her thigh with my right hand and brought it up underneath her. I pressed the ball of my thumb on her clit and gently made small circular movements imitating those of my tongue. Within seconds she climaxed again, an even more violent shudder of her body this time, and she relaxed the pressure of her isveçbahis yeni giriş hand on my head. I eased my head away from her and sat back on my ankles. My whole face seemed to be covered with her moisture, even my eyelids felt sticky.

“Christ,” she said straightening up slightly and looking over her shoulder at me, her hands still gripping the stool, “where the fuck did you learn to do that? I’ve never come so intensely before.”

I shrugged as I got up off my sore knees. “Sorry, but you tasted so good, I just had to go back for a second helping.”

“Don’t apologise it was…, well it was phew!” She straightened up completely and pulled her underwear and jeans back up over her knees and turned round to face me. “Better pull these up a bit in case someone pulls in.” I was glad she didn’t pull them up completely, the few black hairs there glistened with moisture, her nether lips as full-blooded as those on her face. It was a damn sexy sight but my knees were aching from sitting on them on the tiled floor. I stood up and looked through the plate glass window. The rain was still lashing down and there appeared to be nobody on the roads. She noticed the bulge at the front of my trousers and said slightly apologetically “Aw, I’ve had all the fun and forgotten all about you. Here, let me return the favour.”

She stepped towards me and begun unbuckling my belt. She got down on her knees and tantalisingly slowly pulled down my jeans until they were half-way down my legs. My boxers tented out in front on me right in front of her face. “Hmmm,” she said, “Looks like Percy wants to join in the action.”

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She pulled the boxers down and my cock sprang free, and she immediately grabbed hold with her hand. Her fist wrapped around my shaft she momentarily examined it. “Mmm nice,” she said before sticking her tongue out and lightly flicking it over the tip. “You’re a little bit damp” she said.

“Not as wet as you are,” I replied, but she was in no position to respond to this now as those full lips were now wrapped round my shaft. I leant back as her lips slid along my cock. I didn’t want to close my eyes as I was almost mesmerised by those full luscious lips encircling me. From where I stood I could again see down her top as her T-shirt gaped open. I could just make out the tops of those lovely chocolate brown breasts still encased in the blue bra. I vowed to see and taste those lovely brown nipples before I left here. She continued to suck in a slow languid manner, much more sensual than most of the blow-jobs I’d seen in porno film where the girls suck so fast and hard they seemed intent on breaking world records for getting a guy to come. No she slowly stroked and licked like I was an ice-cream and she was enjoying the taste. Her lips occasionally parting and releasing me so that she could flick my end with her tongue. This was heaven.

My reverie was suddenly cut short as two bright lights came into view; a car was pulling up at one of the pumps. “Oh shit,” I said “there’s someone coming!”

“Yeah, baby, come right into my mouth,” she said.

“No, not me! Someone’s stopped to fill up.”

“Shit,” she said letting go of me and standing up in one motion. “Get down, you can’t be seen here, I could get fired.” I thought it highly unlikely that somebody would be checking up on her in the middle of the night but did as bidden. The motorists had evidently stopped and got out of his car, as I saw her lean over and press a square on the compute screen that started the flow from the pump. Whilst he refuelled she pulled her jeans and thong completely up and zipped herself up.

I remained sitting on the backs of my legs underneath the counter, feeling a little bit silly there with my trousers round my ankles and my still hard dick sticking out. I waited for the customer to finish, pay and get the hell out of here so that she could return her attentions to me. “He’s coming across,” she said, “keep still and don’t say anything.”

I had no intention of saying anything. ‘What did she thing I was going to do,’ I thought, ‘suddenly leap up, wave my meat in front of a stranger’s face and say ‘Shall I check your oil sir?’

The motorist must have got to the window because I heard her say “Good evening, sir, horrible night isn’t it? Pump 3? That’ll be £28.60 please.” I couldn’t hear what he said but heard the glass tray slide back and forth as she presented the credit-card slip and got him to sign it, before she again spoke. “Thank you, goodnight, and drive carefully.”

I presumed he was gone and slowly eased myself up.

“No, don’t get up yet, he hasn’t driven off yet,” she said.

I sat back and waited. From my position I was level with the stud in her naval and below that the top of her jeans. My hand snaked up and slowly tugged the zipper down again. Still standing up looking over the forecourt she helped ease the jeans down again. The light blue thong now had a large darker patch right at the crotch. Once again my tongue snaked out to taste her.

“No, enough of that,” she said, “I was taking care of you, but I don’t really like getting down again in case someone else comes. Look he’s driven off now, why don’t you come up and fill me up from behind?”

We arrive at his place, not talking about much, just little things. We go in the living room and slip off our shoes. He’s taking stuff out of his pockets while I put my purse on the couch. We make our way into his room and he lay down on the bed. I don’t want to just lay there, I want to get started in on the action. I know exactly how I want to get started too. I straddle him on the bed. I lean over and we kiss.

Our tongues swirling around each others. I smile at him, sitting up I unhook my bra. I pull both my bra and shirt off at the same time. I pull on his arms and he sits up also. I tug on his shirt and he slides it off in a single motion. I lean back propping myself up on my hands. He looks up at me while he sucks on my nipples. It feels so good. He flicks them with his tongue causing them to stand erect. I push him back down on the bed as we kiss. I break part our lip lock to make my way down to where I really want to go. Moving down his boy I leave a trail of kisses.

Stating at his neck, down across his shoulders, down to his nipples, licking and sucking on them, flicking them with my tongue. I glance up at him, he’s watching me. I give him a look full of lust. I keep going down to his stomach, taking off my pants as I go, closer and closer isveçbahis to his stiffening dick. Just when he thinks I’m going to start doing what he’s been waiting for, I don’t. I go past his cock, kissing and licking his inner thighs. I hear a whimper of disappointment escape his lips. I laugh to my self a little. I pull his pants the rest of the way off. I get off of the bed to get rid of my jeans. No panties to worry about. Before I get back on the bed I notice him looking me up and down. I ask, “What’s wrong?”

He replies, “Nothing, your just so beautiful.” I blush and I’m sure more then just my face turned red. I’m back on the bed between his legs. He leans back and closes his eyes in anticipation. I like his inner thighs again then move to his balls. Sucking them into my mouth, tonguing them all over. I could hear moans and words of encouragement from his mouth. Like, “Oh baby, that feel s good.”

That made me horny, very horny. I liked the tip of his hot cock, he shivered. Slowly I took him in inch by inch. God, I love the taste. With all that I had been doing to him, I knew it wouldn’t be long until he came. I rubbed his balls and deep throated him. I began to work up speed. It won’t be too long now. His moans became louder turning into isveçbahis giriş groans. Then he came. Taking all of it in my mouth I straddled then french kissed him. Letting him taste his cum passing it between our tongues. Then swallowing however much I had in my mouth.

We kept kissing as we rolled over s that he was on top. He licked sucked and gently nibbled on my nipples, kissing down my stomach and to my pussy. Licking my lips. I was so hot for him that I was dripping. With him just licking my pussy lips I knew he could taste my wetness. I could hear him lapping his tongue like a little kitten at milk. He licked up and down my slitting. My moans of excitement urged him on. He licked fast and harden my clit. One last moan, or should I say scream, and I came. Licking up all of my cum, he kissed me. I could taste myself. Yummy! At that moment I wanted him more then ever.

We turned over so I could ride him. I slid down on his cock until I had him all the way inside of me. I started grinding my hips into him, twisting and turning so I could get use to the feeling. Then I really started riding him. He slid his hand to my pussy, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I bent down and whispered into his ear, “I want you to take me doggie style.” He responded, isveçbahis yeni giriş “It will be my pleasure.” I knew he would say that. He always said doggie was his favorite position because I was so much tighter that way. I got down on my hands and knees and he got behind me. He pushed hard and I let out a very loud moan.

He said one of the most cliche things, “Yeah baby, take it all.” I did. He smacked my ass with one hard smack. It shocked me and I whimpered. I knew he would cum in a few minutes. So I told him t stop and that I wanted to take him in the ass. We Had never done it that way and he wasn’t sure if we should this time around. I really wanted to though. I started whimpering. He can’t stand that. So he agreed. He went to the nightstand and got some lubricant. He put some on me and began to rub it in. It was a little cold. I could hear him rubbing it on his dick. He threw the tub on the floor and asked if I really want to do this. I shook my head yes.

He asked, “Slow or fast?” I told him, ” I think fast is better.” He grabbed my hips and I closed my eyes. As soon as he pushed against my entrance I knew it was gonna hurt. I went in deep and fast. Oh yes, it hurt. He was asking me questions but I couldn’t him. I began to tell him things like “Fuck me harder and faster.” It got really hot and the room started spinning. Then I came, I came hard. Me cumming pushed him over the edge. When he was done collapsed on the bed. So exhausted he held me in his arms all night long.