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Finance – Audrey

Willis was a 28 year old executive in a fast growing company. His four-year marriage had been sacrificed to the 12-hours days required to grow the company over 200% each year. In the previous episode, he had an absolutely incredible night of sex with Audrey, a 43-year old accountant working for him. In addition to the supervisor/subordinate issue, Audrey was still married.

The next week, Audrey confronted her husband Bradley with her knowledge of the long affair he was having with his secretary. Bradley was given a choice: to agree to a divorce and she gets the house without alimony or child support; or go to court and have the affair exposed in public record and she would get the house, a big alimony check, child support for the next year and maybe lose his job as well. He chose to settle and was moved out in a week. The divorce paperwork would take longer.

For the first time in her life Audrey found herself with too much free time. No husband to pick-up after, do laundry for, feed and such. She only had Tyler home but as a senior in high school, he was doing his own thing and the pending divorce had made him more withdrawn.

She tried to keep busy cleaning up and re-organizing the house, composing herself for a new life. With all of Bradley’s stuff gone, she was able to completely remodel her bedroom, repainting the bedroom, closets and bathroom. She desperately wanted to pursue a relationship with Willis, but was determined to wait until the divorce was final to ensure there were no complications.

Her son Tyler seemed to be changed somehow. He was not surprised when she told him about his father’s affair and the divorce they had agreed on. He had a regular girlfriend, Melanie, that came over on the weekends and they would spend time watching television or playing video games in his room. Audrey had maintained that the door must stay open when they were in his room as she wasn’t about to allow sexual shenanigans under her roof.

Tyler asked if she could stay over the night of her birthday, as he wanted to take her out for a special night and she did live about an hour away. Audrey called Melanie’s parents and it was agreed as long as they would sleep in separate rooms. Audrey would leave her own bedroom door open, just to make sure.

That night, she waited up for the kids to come home, reading a romance novel in her room. When they got home, they stayed downstairs in the living room for some time and she could hear them talking. After a while, it registered in Audrey’s consciousness that the gentle murmur of talking seemed to have halted. Audrey was a little concerned, so she crept out of her room and walked softly down the stairs to where she could see into the living room. As she approached, she could hear muffled noises. As she carefully looked around the corner, the sight that met her took her breath away. Melanie lay almost naked on the sofa, her blouse open and her skirt pushed up to her waist. Most interesting was that buried between her legs was Tyler’s head. Audrey watched in amazement as Melanie’s face screwed up in the agony and ecstasy of orgasm. She moaned very loud as her body shook and twitched and Tyler raised his head from her thatch.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “Mom will hear.” Audrey backed quietly up the stairs to her bathroom and flushed the toilet. Then she walked back out into the hallway.

“You two should go to bed now,” she shouted down the stairs. “It’s getting late.”

“All right mom,” Tyler yelled back. Frantic rustling could be heard for a few seconds and they came up the stairs and said goodnight to her and each other. Audrey lay back down in her bed, but the image of Melanie’s face was stuck in her head. It had been over a week since Willis had left her feeling so satisfied and she had kept her desires at bay by staying very busy and focusing on other things, but the scene downstairs turned the fire on high. The need to keep her door open meant she was not even free to give herself an orgasm. She finally fell asleep but her dreams were disturbingly erotic.

Audrey woke early the next day and managed to drag herself to the bathroom for a shower. When she was getting dressed, a very naughty and very exciting idea came to her mind. Still feeling the horniness of last night, she removed the pantyhose she had already put on and shifted into the stockings and white garter belt she still had from her wedding night. Although her fuller body forced her İstanbul Escort to use the last hook-and-eye closure now and adjust the garters, she still fit into them. Selecting a lacy white bra and panties, she put these on and then covered her sexy lingerie with white button down blouse and long off-white skirt. She checked herself in the mirror and was pleased that she looked so good for a 47-year old mother of a teenager. Yes, there was a fullness that she would rather not have in her tummy, but overall she didn’t look that bad. Just as important, she did not look too different from her normal look. She thrilled at the thought that everyone at work would not know what she wore under her conservative clothes.

She pounded on the kids’ doors to wake them up and headed down to the kitchen. Busying herself with the preparations for breakfast in order to keep her mind off of other things, she did not hear the kids walk into the room.

“Mom!” Tyler exclaimed. “You look great!” Melanie echoed his statement and even gave Audrey a hug. They sat down together and had a quick breakfast before the kids left for school and Audrey hurried off to work.

All day long, everyone complemented her on her appearance. She knew that it was not the outfit because she had worn these clothes before. The knowledge of what she was wearing under her clothes made her feel sexy, and it reflected in her appearance. It also making her horny, so when she got a last minute tasking at 4:45 she was disappointed that she would have to put off her meeting with her vibrator until even later.

She finally finished at 5:30 and started towards the door. As she left the building, she saw that Willis’s car was still there and decided to see him in his office. She walked down the hallway of executive offices and his was the only office door open. She found him typing on his computer with his back to the door. She slipped quietly into the office and closed the door behind her. The door latched with a click and Willis looked up.

“Hello,” she said as she looked at him. He smiled as he looked at her.

“It is nice to see you,” he answered. “I saw you today and thought you looked absolutely beautiful. I wanted so much to tell you.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because I am afraid if I tell you something like that with other people around, they will see how I feel about you and ruin our secret.” She smiled at him, understanding what he meant. She also knew that being this close to him was too much for her to restrain herself. Not tonight…she needed him so much.

“I have a secret,” she teased. Audrey turned her back to him and closed the blinds to the window next to the door and locked the door. She wiggled her ass at him. “Do you want to know what it is?”

“Tell me.”

“Garter belt and stockings,” was all she said. His eyes opened wide as she turned back to him and smiled. He stood up and walked to her. He reached past her and turned out the light. Only the glow from the parking lot illuminated the office, but that was more than enough.

“No interruptions,” he whispered. For just a moment they stood, not touching yet so close as to feel each other’s body heat. Then came the sudden and hunger kiss. Audrey stood in her heels and leaned into him, wanting him…and wanting him to desire her just as strongly. His hands searched and explored her body, pressing against her breasts, then feeling the curve of her ass and the garter stretching across it. He turned her and backed her up to his desk until she sat on the edge of his desk. Audrey’s skirt slid up her thighs, allowing his hands to spread her legs wide.

Willis knelt before her and pulled the lacy white panties to one side, revealing her warm, glistening pussy. She placed one white high-heel shoe on his shoulder and gently caressed his hair with her fingers as he moved closer, inhaling her lusty scent before using his tongue to pleasure her. Audrey let out a soft moan as he finally touched her there, something she had wanted for the last week.

One hand gripping her thigh just above the top of her stocking, he used his other fingers to penetrate her pussy, his tongue stroked up and down on her clit. Audrey’s fingers began to press harder on his head as her ecstasy increased and the moans became louder groans of extreme pleasure. She wiggled forward and ground her pussy against his face in desperate lust.

Willis was not surprised by her strong desires after what had Anadolu Yakası Escort happened between them before, and he pressed forward. Audrey’s pent-up desires of the last few days were finally being released and she let her libido fly. Willis’s tongue was again amazing her as she felt it move in, out and all around her hungry cunt, touching every spot that would add to her excitement. She moved her other foot up and over his shoulder, squeezing Willis’s head between her strong thighs. Willis his only release was to make her cum, so he swirled his tongue faster and pressed his fingers deeper into her pussy.

Audrey gasped…panted…and then screamed. Willis felt her inner muscles grip his fingers as she exploded against his face. Her body thrashed against him as her scream became short panting sobs while the waves of orgasm flashed out from her burning womb. After a few moments it was over and Audrey flopped over him, exhausted.

She gently petted his hair as she let her legs slip down from his shoulders. She sat up and looked down at him still kneeling on the floor with those deep blue-grey eyes. Willis looked back at her, her juices covering his face, knowing he had again taken her to a special place.

Audrey reached down and cupped Willis’s face in her hands and slowly pulled him up to her. She kissed him tenderly at first, tasting her own juices on his lips. She was dizzy and tingling from her orgasm, but there was still strong desire in her body. His mouth gave her a wonderful orgasm but, having experienced how well he used his cock, she also wanted his hardness inside her. She also desired the release for him, the gift she could give him in return.

Willis wanted more of her also. He reached down to unbutton her blouse and she shrugged her arms to let it fall to his desk. The fullness of her breasts were contained by a white lacy bra and Willis reached behind her to undo the strap. He pulled the bra way and her breasts drooped as the total fullness was exposed. Her large nipples stood proud of her areolas as symbols of her lust.

Audrey seemed aglow at the attention and affection she felt and pulled him closer so she could kiss him again. While their lips were engaged, she felt his warm hands cup her heavy breasts, his gentle fingers rubbing her sensitive nipples. The touch was electrifying, sending signals that travel through her nervous system to end up down in her pussy, making it throb with desire.

Audrey leaned back on the desk, her eyes closed in rapture as Willis’s mouth dropped from her face to her cleavage. His hands cupped and lifted each breast, supporting the fullness as his mouth moved from one nip to the other, suckling on them with loving tenderness.

It was wonderful, but Audrey, wanting more, ran her hands down Willis’s pants, feeling his hardness. Now the focus of her desire, she tugged his belt loose and unfastened his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. Reaching into his briefs, she wrapped her hand around his thickness and slid her hand up and down. With her free hand, Audrey pushed the briefs over Willis’s hips until they rested on his thighs. He reached round and unzipped Audrey’s skirt and lifted her to stand in front of him. He helped the skirt over her hips and it dropped to puddle at her feet. She was left standing there in his office, completely exposed in her stockings and panties. Her hands moved to cover her slightly thick abdomen, worried on how he would react to the middle-aged fullness that resided above her pubic mound. She looked into his eyes to see if there was any disappointment in seeing her this way, but all she saw in the soft light from outside were his eyes full of desire for her.

Silently he turned her around and bent her over his desk. Audrey felt his hands pulling her panties down her thighs to fall at her feet, and she lifted one foot out of them. As she set her foot back down, the swollen warmth of his cock pressed against her wet entrance as he moved himself up against her soft butt. His thick cock was just what she wanted and the wetness left from her orgasm was already coating his cockhead.

“I want you Audrey,” Willis breathed in her ear. She felt his feet move between hers, pushing them further apart so her legs spread far enough that her torso was almost flat on the desk and her rear stuck out at Willis.

Willis was gentle at first, entering her in slow and small strokes, each just a little longer than Kartal Escort the last. Audrey imagined she could feel every vein of his swollen shaft as it slowly stretched her insides, aroused her more. Her insides quivered, sheathing the welcome intruder tightly, until she felt that he fit inside her flawlessly, better than any other man in her life. He filled more than the space and need, but actually touched deeper parts of her emotions as well. The gentleness make it more like making love than the desk-top fuck that it should have been.

The flip side of the tenderness was that it did not satisfy the animal lust inside her. She was wild with the desire for him to completely take her. Each slow slide in and out was a tease that made her longing progressively more extreme.

“Please,” she moaned quietly.

“Please what?” He said softly. She did not know that he was barely holding back himself. He wanted to rip into her with fast and furious pounding, driving to his own orgasm. But he held back, waiting for her to admit her desire.

“Please fuck me…” she said a little stronger. “I need you to fuck meeee!” Her last word became a shriek as he started to pound into her hard and fast. As soon as he started, he quit trying to control himself for her pleasure. His own need was too great now and he drove to his own release. Her whole body shook and rippled as he pounded his hips against her ass, pressing her stocking covered thighs against his desk. One garter popped loose from all the pounding but neither noticed it.

“Oh my God,” she panted, trying to hold on to the desk. “OhmifuckinGod, oh…oh…oh!” Her breasts rubbed the contents of his desk. She felt his fingers dig deep into her hips as he pounded his shaft as deep as possible into her to release his sperm. With a howl of complete loss of control, he emptied his balls into her, shooting over and over. He thrust with each shot only to have Audrey’s pussy spasm around him and drive him to another thrust.

For what seemed like forever, the two sweaty bodies move together in a sympathetic rhythm of love and lust. Willis moved his hands to each side of Audrey’s slack body and lowered himself until he rested lightly on her back, his cock still thick and heavy inside her.

As she became more aware of the present, Audrey felt him kissing her neck, his breath warm and soothing on her skin. She turned her head to the side and their lips met in the soft and loving kiss that comes to lovers after sex. She knew that she had never had sex this intense before, that she actually felt like a new virgin with Willis, so incredible and intense was her body’s response to him.

For Willis, every experience with another woman paled to this. Each time they were together, the passion would rise until it seemed uncontrollable. Then her body seemed to tighten around his cock and press in. It was like the suction of a blow job but even more encompassing. Afterwards he always felt totally drained of cum but completely satisfied in body.

When his energy returned, Willis lifted himself up and slowly withdrew his cock, flaccid now but still thick, from Audrey’s very wet pussy. She moaned at the withdrawal, feeling the emptiness inside her. She also felt juices starting to flow out of her swollen opening and quickly grabbed a wad of tissues from Willis’s desk and held it to her opening.

He turned her and they were face to face, just inches apart. She so much wanted to tell him how much she was already falling in love with him, but her fear held her back. Fear that is was just lust, that he was just using her, fear they would be caught and their careers would be ruined. As she looked into his blue eyes, she saw nothing to confirm any of these fears, but she had the impression that those same thoughts were in his mind as well. The silence between them was huge as they both knew that someone should say “I love you” now.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” was all he could say.

“I know,” Audrey whispered. “It’s too fast and too soon. This never should have happened.”

“No!” he said. “I am glad it happened! Even if it all fell apart tomorrow, I would not regret it.” His finger reached out and wiped the single tear that was rolling down her cheek. “We just need the time to work it all out.” Willis kissed her softly and then bent down to pick up all the clothes that were left on the floor. He helped her into her clothes, taking every opportunity to touch her and make her feel special. They kissed one more time before he ushered her out the door.

“I’ll wait until you drive away.” he said, then opened the door and scanned the hallway to see if anyone else was there. He ushered her out the door and, closing it, went to the window to watch that she left ok.

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“You gave her a what?” my wife Katherine screamed at me as I grabbed a bottle of ice cold Mexican Coca-Cola out of our fridge. We’d just gotten back from the barbeque over at Ashley’s parents’ house and she had asked me how my chat with Ashley had gone. I told her about how Ashley’s dad came up with the internship idea and how I had agreed to give it a shot.

“An internship, a job, whatever you want to call it. I don’t see why you’re so upset.” I popped the top off the Coke and walked over and sat down at our kitchen table.

“I’m upset because I don’t want that girl in my house, especially when I’m not around,” she said as she sat down at the table across from me.

“Look, I thought you wanted to make nice because of the whole car thing. You’re the one that asked me to talk to her.”

“Yes, talk to her. I just wanted to smooth things over so that we could move on from her staring me down every time I saw her.”

“Didn’t we accomplish that?” I asked, recalling how Ashley went up to greet my wife after our little escapade in her bedroom. Sure, Ashley had just fucked her husband but she didn’t know that.

“I guess,” my wife said, “but I still don’t trust her. She was way too over the top nice to me when she came over to hug me at the party.”

“So, first she was being a bitch that was staring you down and you didn’t like that, and now she’s being too nice and giving you hugs and you don’t like that either? I’m confused.”

“I don’t trust her, period,” my wife said as she glared at me across the wooden table.

“Look, if I tell her now that she can’t have the job you don’t think she’s going to know you changed my mind about it?” I asked as I took a sip of the soda.

“Great, so I’m the bad guy again. This is fucking fantastic,” she said.

“Let’s give her a chance, Ted said we could have her clean the house if we wanted her too and you’re always saying you could use some help around here, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but what I mean is that you shouldn’t leave your crap lying all over the place,” she said as her hands flew up in the air exasperated. “Besides, I doubt little Princess Ashley knows much about cleaning anything.”

“Well, we’ll find out, won’t we? I told her she can come over Monday morning and I’d get her up to speed,” I said looking at her across the table.

“I just don’t like it. I don’t trust her and I certainly don’t want her in my house when I’m not around,” she snapped as I sat back down at the table.

“What do you think she’s going to do? I’m going to have her organizing some old ideas I’ve had for stories and have her help me go through all the junk mail.”

“I don’t know what she’s going to do, and having you in charge of her doesn’t make me feel much better. I see how you look at her.”

“And how is it that I look at her exactly?” I asked looking across the table. Knowing damn well that I’ve been caught at least a few times watching Ashley as she sunbathed in one of her little bikinis in her back yard.

“Like you want to fuck her, that’s how!” she yelled. I took a deep breath, trying to use my years of card playing with the guys to put on a good poker face. I was hoping I didn’t have any tells that I didn’t know about.

“Look, she’s hot, I’m not going to sit here and tell you she’s not. You have no problem telling me that Derek Jeter is hot anytime he comes on the television screen so what’s so different about this?”

“Derek Jeter doesn’t live next door!”

“So you must think I’d have a shot with Ashley?” I laughed as I got up to throw the empty Coca-Cola bottle into the trash.

“I didn’t say that, did I?”

“It seems like you are, if you’re worried about her being alone with me because of the way I look at her. She’s hot, but she’s just a kid.” The minute I said it I heard Ashley’s voice telling me it was ok to call her a kid so that my wife wouldn’t think she was a threat.

“You are over twice her age.”

“There you go,” I smiled.

“It still doesn’t mean that I have to like it. Just because she screwed up doesn’t mean you have to babysit her,” my wife said as she tapped her fingernails on the table.

“Look, I told Ted that we’d give this a try and I’ll take care of it. She might actually be able to help both of us around here. You’re off at work most of the day anyway so I’ll make sure your paths don’t cross much, if at all.”

“Whatever,” she said as she got up and left the kitchen. I heard her footsteps heading up the stairs as I sat there at our kitchen table. I took a deep breath and shook my head. What the hell had I gotten myself into? I guess I should have known that my wife might have a problem with the job offer but I thought if I blamed it on Ashley’s dad roping me in to it I could avoid most of her wrath. I guess I was wrong.

I was a bit ramped up from the argument with my wife and from guzzling the caffeine and sugar in the Mexican Coke so I decided to slip into my running gear and get a few miles in. It was cooling down nicely outside and Pendik Escort I figured it would give me some time to think and to clear my head.

As I started down the street I thought about Ashley in her little pink dress, down on her knees in her bedroom with my cock in her mouth. I thought about the night we spent together and how she sucked me off while I talked to my wife on the phone. I knew that I was thinking with my dick, but how could I not think with my dick? How many guys my age get the chance to fuck a gorgeous young hottie like Ashley? I knew I was a married man, but how could I turn that down?

I had always been a faithful husband and I was a bit surprised myself at how easily I was able to flip that switch once Ashley had me in her sights. I guess that’s the problem with cheating, once you’ve given in and done it just once you’re a cheater. There is no taking it back, so where is the incentive to stop if you don’t get caught? Sure, there were moments where I felt the guilt creeping in over me but it was never stronger than the lust and desire I had to keep fucking the sexy blonde high school girl.

I asked myself why it couldn’t be a win-win situation. My wife said it herself, I was always in the mood and she simply was not. Why didn’t it make sense then that if fucking Ashley also helped my wife’s and my sex life that the affair could be a good thing? Oh, the things that guys thinking with their dicks will come up with.

My heart rate was up now as I ran down the dimly lit street. I knew the question that I should be asking myself was what happens when it’s over? I didn’t want to think about that, knowing that none of the endings would be perfect and some would be downright destructive. I knew I wasn’t being rational, but I figured if I didn’t dwell on it I could enjoy the lurid fantasy while it lasted.

It was just after 8AM on Monday morning and my wife and I were sitting back at the kitchen table having breakfast. She was wearing a black business suit and heels and was catching up on the latest news on her tablet. I was sitting across from her wearing blue jeans and an old Doors t-shirt having my morning coffee. She was getting ready to head off to work managing her family’s chain of furniture stores while I was awaiting the arrival of my new intern, Ashley, something my wife and I hadn’t talked about since our argument right after the barbecue.

“So what do you have planned for the little princess today?” my wife asked looking up from her iPad.

“Just the basics, I need to show her my workflow and see where she can be helpful. If I’m lucky she’ll be able to help me get a bit more organized. Why, do you have something that she could do?” I asked seriously, looking up at her as I sipped my glass of orange juice.

“Well, there is laundry to be done and the tile in the showers could use a good scrubbing, not to mention the toilets,” she smiled as she closed her iPad case.

“You’re starting to sound like an evil step-mother in a Disney story,” I laughed.

“Hey, you did say that Ted offered that she’d clean the whole house if we wanted her to. What time is she supposed to be here anyway?”

“I told her to be here at 9AM, why?” I asked.

“Because she’s already walking up to the deck,” my wife said motioning out the window.

I turned to look and sure enough Ashley was climbing the steps to the deck that would lead her right up to the back doors. She was wearing a pink v-neck t-shirt, the shortest jean shorts that I’d ever seen in my life, a pair of frilly white socks and a red pair of Keds. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and the chain with the gold cross was once again around her neck and she was carrying her MacBook Pro under her arm. I started to get up to open the door when my wife stopped me.

“I’ll get it,” she said curtly as she walked over to the big French Doors and opened one of them.

“Hi Mrs. Jones,” Ashley said gleefully as she bounced inside the house.

“Good morning, Ashley,” my wife said. “You’re early.”

“I know, I wanted to make a good impression and I wanted to get here before you left for work,” Ashley replied before she turned to me smiling, “Hi Mr. Jones!”

“Good morning Ashley,” I said with a smile.

“Why did you want to see me?” my wife asked as Ashley leaned up against the counter and put her laptop down on it.

“I just wanted to make sure you were cool with this internship thing, it would mean a lot to me if you were,” Ashley smiled and looked squarely at my wife.

“It doesn’t have much to do with me,” my wife deadpanned.

“But it does,” Ashley about shrieked, “This is your house and your husband that’s giving me this opportunity. I know I screwed up with the beer and pot thing, and I don’t blame you anymore for telling my mom. You did the right thing and I screwed up and I have to take responsibility for it.”

“That’s very mature of you,” my wife nodded.

“Thank you; I just want you to know that I’m not some screw-up. I know Kurtköy Escort I was such an idiot, I never even thought about my friends driving home after getting drunk or high that night; believe me I’ll never do that again.” Ashley looked at my wife for her approval.

“So you and I are good?” my wife asked.

“Oh, we’re more than good,” Ashley said as she closed the distance between her and my wife in an instant. Ashley smiled as she threw her arms around my wife and gave her a big hug. Even with my wife in heels and Ashley only in her Keds they were about the same height.

“Ok, Ashley, I got it, we’re good,” my wife gave a thin smile as Ashley pulled away.

“Thank you, because I wouldn’t feel right taking the internship if you weren’t on board with it Mrs. Jones. I look forward to learning a lot from your husband and helping you out. Like my dad said, if you need me to help with anything around here just let me know. It’s a hell of a lot better than waiting tables or flipping burgers,” Ashley smiled.

“I suppose it is,” my wife said as she grabbed her iPad and gave me a kiss. “Well you two have fun, I’m off to work.”

“We’ll try,” I said.

“Good-bye Mrs. Jones, thanks again,” Ashley added as my wife made her way down the staircase and then down the hall and through the door into the garage to get to her car.

“Who are you?” I smiled at Ashley the second I heard the low moan of the garage door rumbling open.

“What do you mean,” she giggled as she walked over to me and sat down in my lap as I wrapped my arms around her waist.

“I asked you to play nice, but that was—”

“Pretty epic, huh? I’ve done a lot of school plays,” she smiled as she leaned her body towards me and our lips met for a long, soft kiss.

“So that was all an acting job, huh?” I moaned as Ashley leaned closer and softly kissed my neck.

“Oh yeah, that bitch is going down,” she giggled.

“God, you are so bad,” I whispered softly into her ear as she playfully bit down on my neck.

“I know, that’s what you like about me,” Ashley grinned, looking up at me with her amazing blue eyes.

“Oh, is that what it is?” I asked with a big grin.

“Among other things, yes,” she smiled wide. “What’s first on our agenda today, boss?” Ashley’s hand moved down between my legs and grabbed a hold of my hardening cock through my jeans.

“You know we’re going to actually have to get a little work done to make it look good, right?” I moaned as I pulled Ashley’s body closer to mine. I could smell her sweet perfume and the hint of vanilla made me want to devour every inch of her body.

“Aww, that’s no fun,” she moaned playfully before kissing my lips softly.

“I know, but we wouldn’t want my wife getting suspicious, would we?” I asked. Ashley bit her lower lip and contemplated it for a moment.

“No, I guess we wouldn’t want the bitch to get suspicious,” Ashley giggled quietly as I softly kissed her neck.

“She said if I ran out of work for you there was laundry to be done and the bathrooms need to be cleaned,” I groaned as Ashley gently traced my earlobe with her soft tongue before playfully nibbling on it.

“I’m so glad my dad said I could be a maid,” Ashley sighed.

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have even mentioned it to her, but we were fighting about me giving you the job.”

“It’s ok, if she wants a maid then maybe we should throw her black lace panties in the washing machine,” Ashley giggled, “I know they need cleaning.”

“You have no idea.”

Ashley pushed herself back so she was looking into my eyes. “What do you mean I have no idea?”

“Let’s just say they haven’t stayed in the drawer since we used them,” I smiled, hoping that Ashley was going to like the story I was about to tell her and not get pissed off.

“Oh, do tell,” she said with a wicked little grin as she put her arms around my neck.

“Well, I was a little; I guess you’d say, worked up after our texting conversation when you were on your way back from the lake house.”

“The Lindsey thing?” Ashley giggled.

“That among other things,” I said.

“Ok,” she nodded.

“Anyway, I was thinking of taking matters into my own hands but decided to go see what Katherine was doing instead.”

“And what was the bitch doing?”

“She was sitting in bed reading something on her Kindle.”

“Well, then I know she couldn’t have been wearing that sexy little babydoll,” Ashley smiled sweetly.

“No, she wasn’t. She was wearing some horrid flannel pajamas that she bought at Costco.”

“Eww!” Ashley’s face showed her disgust as her whole body shivered.

“I know, right?” I smiled. “Anyway, seeing her on the bed made me think of what you and I did right there where she was sitting and by that point I was really, really horny.”

“So what did you do?” Ashley asked, her blue eyes looking deeply into mine.

“I fucked her.” Ashley sat there in my lap for a few moments with her arms around my neck and Maltepe Escort her blue eyes searching my eyes as she contemplated her reaction.

“If she was in Costco PJs, how did the black lace panties come into play?” she asked, the smile temporarily gone from her face.

“I fucked her with them.”

“You fucked her with the panties?”

“Yes, I pulled her to her feet and I dressed her in the black lace babydoll that only you had worn up until that point. I swear I could still smell your perfume on it, which made it that much hotter. I pushed her back down onto the bed and then wrapped the panties you’d soaked with your sweet juices over two of my fingers and I fucked her with them.”

“Holy fuck,” Ashley said as the smile came back onto her face. “That is so hot and incredibly naughty!”

“So, you’re not mad?” I asked, watching her eyes.

“No, for a minute I thought I was going to be, but wow that is so fucking twisted!” she smiled and leaned closer.

“It gets worse, or better, depending how you look at it.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, after she soaked them I brought them up to her lips and made her suck on them.”

“No fucking way!” Ashley laughed. “That is crazy!”

“She said they tasted sweet,” I grinned and looked into Ashley’s eyes.

“Well, I am pretty sweet, aren’t I?” she giggled and then leaned in and pressed her soft red lips hard up against my lips and kissed me deeply. My hands slowly explored her body as the kisses grew in intensity.

“You are very sweet,” I moaned, “In face I want to eat you right now,” I groaned as I picked her up and carried her over to the big island in the middle of the kitchen and put her down on it. I looked up into her eyes as my big hands quickly found the buttons holding her shorts together and unbuttoned them. Ashley stared back into my eyes and smiled, biting her lower lip as she watched me.

“What about work?” she giggled as I slid her short jean shorts down her long, slim legs. I noticed the sexy black lace thong that she was wearing, it had a small pink bow on it at the top and made me think of unwrapping a present.

“You’re wearing panties,” I moaned low as I threw her shorts onto the kitchen table.

“There’s a first time for everything,” she smiled as I pulled her body to the edge of the counter and kissed her. She pulled my Doors t-shirt up and I broke the kiss to take it the rest of the way off over my head. I could feel the heels of her Keds pressing against my back as she pulled me in for more.

“I guess there is,” I smiled as I pushed her body back down on the island and used my hands to slide her pink t-shirt up over her firm young breasts, revealing a matching black lace bra with a sweet little pink bow. My hands caressed her warm flesh through the fabric as I leaned in and kissed her stomach.

I kissed my way slowly down her soft, warm skin. Glancing up at her as my tongue traced her navel and she giggled.

“Don’t tell me you’re ticklish,” I moaned as my hands moved to Ashley’s slim hips and took a hold of both sides of her little lace thong.

“I’m not,” she groaned as I ran my tongue softly across her belly button again and then softly bit on the soft skin right above her hips, sending her into a giggling fit.

“Uh huh, I think you’re a dirty little liar,” I said as I looked up into Ashley’s eyes as my hands started sliding her black lace thong off. I looked at her beautiful shaved pink pussy glistening in the morning sun and I couldn’t wait to feast upon it.

“Nope, not me, I’m a good girl,” she smiled as she unwrapped her legs from around me long enough for me to slide the panties over her legs and past her Keds. I smiled at her as I slid them into the pocket of my jeans.

“You are very good indeed Ashley,” I moved towards her and put her legs up over my shoulders as I leaned down and softly kissed her soft pink pussy lips. I flicked them with my tongue and she let out a soft moan. I slid my hands up her body and couldn’t help but tickle her when my big hands found the soft skin on the sides of her stomach. Her body twisted on the counter and her legs pulled me down hard on top of her.

“Stop!” she shrieked, so I pulled my hands back and stopped teasing her pussy with my tongue. “No! Just stop tickling me, continue with the rest,” she moaned.

I put my hands firmly onto her hips and I leaned in and found her soft little clit. I kissed it ever so softly with my lips a few times before I let my tongue out to make some soft, quick circles around her sensitive little button. Her body twisted again, but this time her legs pulled me closer and wouldn’t let me stop as my tongue continued rolling around her hot, wet flesh.

Ashley propped herself up on her elbows and she looked down at me, watching me devour her sweet young pussy with my tongue. I looked up into her eyes as I flicked her clit softly with the tip of my tongue causing her to let out a soft little moan.

I rolled my tongue and let it slide deep into Ashley’s tight wet pussy as my hands caressed her breasts through her black lace bra. Her nipples were rock hard so I squeezed them tightly between my thumb and fingertips. Ashley closed her eyes and leaned her head back as I let my tongue slide in and out of her dripping wet pussy.

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Jerry walked into the lecture room and couldn’t figure out why in the world he would need a class about Shakespeare when he was going for a degree in mechanical engineering. This was sure to be the most boring class he ever had in his entire life. And that’s when she walked into the room and changed his life forever.

“Good Morning ladies and gentleman. My name is Professor Angel Castleberry,” she said in a heavy English accent that sent chills through Jerry’s masculine, young body. He was 26 years old and had never truly loved anyone in his life. There were the few girls that he used to relieve his aching cock, but he rarely saw them more than once or twice.

He couldn’t help but look at her and her wonderful petite little body. Her soft strawberry blonde hair was cut just below her ears, giving a person a clear view of her very attractive and mature face. Jerry was mesmerized by her warm smile and stunning eyes, as they were filled with life.

“I’m sure most of you have no interest at all in Shakespeare and all of his bloody plays. But I will do my utmost to keep you as interested as I possibly can. You will find that I’m a fair person. If you try your hardest, I will give you the highest grade!” She smiled as she walked around the front the lecture hall. The dress that she had worn, hugged her body giving Jerry a wonderful view of her medium sized breasts and a very good idea that her ass was the kind that he would love to have in his hands.

Jerry watched her every move, noticing that she wore very expensive stockings. One thing that Jerry truly loved a woman to wear, but most women he knew wouldn’t be caught dead in a pair of them.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her; she was giving him feelings that he had never felt before. He knew she was older, but oh so much wiser than he could ever dream. He wondered if she was married, or had a lover. Someone as beautiful as her must have someone in their life and making sure she was happy and well loved.

“Any paper you give me will be graded the next day. I’m a single woman that never believed in crawling my way through useless bars and taverns. This gives me plenty of free time to devote to you,” she said with a warm smile as her eyes looked slowly around to each of her students. When her eyes looked into Jerry’s she paused, giving him a warm smile and he could feel his long cock coming to life.

She continued looking at him, wondering why someone who looked like this was in a Shakespeare appreciation class. He looked more like a manly construction worker or a skilled mechanic. Either way, Angel would very much enjoy looking at the man three days a week for the next five months. And could only dream of someone like him ending her lonesome, miserable life, filling it with his love, affection and hopefully a very long, thick cock to please her with.

“Today I’ll just tell you to read chapter 1 of Romeo and Juliet and tomorrow present me with a short essay on what the first chapter meant to you. If any of you require assistance, please feel free to come to my office,” she added looking straight to Jerry and hoped with all her heart that he would need her assistance. Unless her years of teaching were wrong, she had a very good idea that she would be seeing a lot of this very handsome young man.

Jerry and all the other students filed out of the lecture room and went on about their daily lives. Jerry made his way to his motorcycle; reaching into his pocket he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Wondering how the hell he was going to pass this class, the only thing on his side was the professor seemed like a very wonderful woman. And had been watching him during most of the short class.

He sat on the Harley Davidson watching a few of the young coeds walking by, admiring their wonderful tight asses in their miniskirts and shorts. He needed to find a date tonight or he felt like his balls were going to explode and be drowned in his own cum.

“Attractive young Ataşehir Escort things aren’t they?” a soft voice said from behind him. “I had almost forgot how young American girls dressed in the summer,” the voice said again as Jerry quickly turned around to see Miss Castleberry smiling at him.

He looked at her face and knew he had to take a chance. “Not near as beautiful as a professor I have. She’s the most stunning thing I’ve seen in quite some time,” he smiled pushing his black hair from his hardened face. He stood, looking down on her petite body and saw her admiring his very muscular body. He wasn’t quite sure, but he could swear her eyes were staring at his cock through his pants.

“I hope this professor is a female?” Miss Castleberry laughed out as she strained to look up at Jerry. “Just teasing!” she laughed again as her eyes moved over Jerry’s body one more time, wondering what it would be like to have this young, powerful man on her body, using her like a common whore.

Jerry laughed at the beautiful woman’s words and replied, “Oh yes, only women or girls for me!” he said patting the seat of his motorcycle. “Have a seat. It’s better than standing there and breaking your neck trying to look up to me,” he added hoping she would stop and talk with him for a while. She had been the first mature woman to ever catch his eye and he was hoping she would also catch his aching cock.

“You must be kidding? I haven’t put this rump of mine on a motorbike since I was a young girl!” She laughed as her tiny hand reached to touch his rock hard arm, sending a warm rush of excitement to the very place she hadn’t had a man in so long.

Jerry reached under her arms and lifted her to the very soft seat and said, “So ya mean last summer?” he laughed looking at the shocked look on her face and wondered why someone as beautiful as this had no one in her life. He knew more than ever, that he needed to be with this beautiful lady.

“Are you trying to charm me?” She said looking at him with a slight hint of lust in her lonely eyes. “Because if you are, it’s beginning to work!” She added giving him a tiny wink with her right eye. “And what am I to say if I’m caught sitting here on your motorbike?” she said with little concern as she shifted to make herself more comfortable.

Jerry scratched his head and replied, “Well we could go to some place I know of. If you like you can follow me in your car,” he said hoping this wonderful looking creature would take him up on his offer. He needed to find out if she was as lonely as she looked.

The words of the young man filled Angel’s ears, heart and sent boiling blood to her very neglected pussy. She had never made love with a student in all of her years of teaching, but today she was hoping she would get the fucking of a lifetime. She looked at the young man and could see the sincerity on his face and in his eyes as he looked at her legs and her very soft thighs.

“I think I would like to ride with you,” she softly said knowing what was to come with this young, handsome man. Her body trembled with excitement as he straddled the massive motorcycle, turning the key; he brought the machine to life. Angel jumped forward wrapping her arms round the young man’s waist as tight as she could. She hadn’t been on anything like this in her life.

Jerry loved the feel of her smashing her body into him, he only hoped she didn’t see his massive erection. His powerful legs straightened the motorcycle and slowly walked it from the parking space. With a gentle turn of the throttle they were on their way.

2.

Angel kept her arms round Jerry as tight as she could, enjoying the feel of his young masculine body next to hers. Even as a young woman she had never had the pleasure of being with anyone as handsome as this. It made her wonder why he was with a woman of her age and not some young attractive girl. She knew it would be very hard to control her emotions for this young man.

Jerry relished the feel of her hugging him and hoped she would be inclined to do it more once they were at the lake. He couldn’t believe the feelings that this wonderful woman Kadıköy Escort was giving him. He had only known her for a little more than an hour at the most and he would be willing to give his life if she needed it.

He turned up a small dirt road, a few turns and they were at his most private place. He turned off the bike and asked, “How was that?” He turned to see her fixing her beautiful strawberry blonde hair. And as he watched he could feel blood rushing to his long, thick cock, hoping this beautiful woman had the same ideas that he had.

Angel gave her hair a few more fluffs and replied, “I think that I could learn to like that!” She smiled softly and looked around the secluded lake, thinking it would be a wonderful place to have a young student seduce her. “Especially being able to hug you,” she added in a soft lustful English accent, as her emerald green eyes looked into his. She hoped this handsome man had the same feelings that were rushing through her body.

Jerry moved towards her, slowly looking into her eyes and down the front of her gorgeous body, thinking how hot it would be to have this English beauty on top of him, riding him as fast as she could. “I didn’t! ” he replied with a sour face. “I didn’t get to hug you,” he replied sticking out his lower lip like a little boy that didn’t get his own way.

Angel smiled at him and replied as she reached out her arms, “Here I am!” She said in a soft voice that she had always saved for the most private times of her life. And there hadn’t been very many of them. Her body trembled after hearing her own words slip from her mouth.

Jerry reached out and pulled her to him, sending a rush of excitement and boiling blood through every inch of his body. He felt like this was going to be his first time with a woman. Her body trembled in his arms as he held her, slowly he began to caress her back and down to the wonderful ass that he had been admiring in class. He felt her gasp for air as his strong hands gently squeezed her tiny behind.

A tiny moan escaped her lips as his big strong hands touched her lonely body for the first time in years. The only hands that ever touched her behind were her own, but this man was free to explore any part of her that he wished. “Oh my! Are you trying to take advantage of me?” She giggled like a young teen in love for the first time.

“Do you think I could?” he teased as his fingers moved under chin and gently lifted her head, leaning to her, placing a tiny kiss on her thin lips. He looked into her eyes and could see a little sparkle of lust.

Her body was on fire! She needed to stop this wonderful game and get on to some serious, hard core sex! “Please take me!” She begged Jerry as tears ran down her cheeks and lust filled her heart. She had never needed anyone this bad in her life, as she needed him.

“My pleasure!” Jerry moaned running his hands under her short skirt, grabbing her wonderfully tight ass with both hands and pulled her into his stiff, aching cock. Her panties were delicate to his hardened fingers and he could feel they were still damp from her perspiration caused by the leather seat of his motorcycle.

Angel softly moaned as his hands explored her ass and slender hips. “I need you inside me so bad!” She whispered, feeling him pull off her panties and let them fall to the ground. “Fuck me like you would one of those beautiful young girls. Use me anyway you want!” Angel cried out seeing him start to pull off his jeans. Her eyes watched with great anticipation and at last, she saw the thing that was going to give her a wonderful afternoon.

“Oh my!” she gasped out when she saw the huge piece of meat hanging between his legs and estimated it to be over ten inches long. “I bet the girls line up for you,” she softly whispered reaching to hold it in her tiny hands. Her heart raced as the long, thick thing lie in her tiny hands and she wondered what something of this size was going to feel like deep inside her body.

“I get my share, but none really interest me to tell you the truth. All girls around here care about is money or how good a guy is in bed. I want someone Bostancı Escort that I know will love me with all of her heart until the day she dies,” he replied moving to hold Angel in his arms, letting his long growing cock slide against her wet and ready pussy. “Are you ready sexy lady because if I don’t get inside this hot pussy of yours soon, I feel like I’m going to explode!” he added as he began kissing her slender neck and moving his cock between her wet folds of flesh.

Angel slowly sank to her knees in front of Jerry and said, “Not until I get a taste of this beautiful thing!” she moaned, opening her mouth and took him inside. A moan of delight came from deep inside Angel as her mouth moved up and down his long, hard shaft.

“Oh fuck!” Jerry cried out as he enjoyed the pleasure that Angel was giving his hurting cock shaft. “You are wonderful!” he moaned knowing he wouldn’t be able to last very long if she kept this up. He had girls’ suck him before, but this beautiful woman felt as if she was truly making love to his cock with her incredible mouth.

Her wet mouth covered him like a cocoon, protecting and loving him like never before. Slowly moving up and down the long shaft as she gently sucked him. Her beautiful eyes gazed up to see nothing but pleasure on his strong, handsome face and she knew it was time for him to take her. She carefully pulled from him. “Now I’m ready!” she whispered and lie back on the soft grass, spreading her legs to welcome what was to come.

Jerry moved over her body, “You’re going to be a pleasure to love,” he said as he kissed her lips and his moved hips forward, pushing inside her moist pussy. She locked around his thick shaft just like a girl of 20 would. Her muscles caressed and gently sucked his cock as he pushed it to her deepest depths.

Angel knew she was in for the best time of her life, she spread her legs wider, moved her arms over her head, closed her eyes and lie back for the best fuck of her life. And it began, Jerry moved in and out of her wet, excited pussy tunnel like a wild man. His stiff cock touched places in her she never knew existed. “Oh my God!” She cried out with joy as he hammered his cock in her mature body.

Jerry watched the beautiful creature under him and couldn’t believe how good she felt. If he closed his eyes, he could have sworn that he was inside someone half her age. He knew he would be looking at older women more closely in the future. “Oh you feel so good!” he moaned out knowing his time was nearing.

“Yes! Go! Fuck me!” Angel cried out as his cock thrust in her like nothing she ever knew before. This young, handsome man was giving her more pleasure than she had in her life. “Oh shit!” she yelled out in her deep English accent. “I’m cuming! You’ve made me orgasm!” she yelled again as her tight, mature pussy exploded around his hard, thrusting cock.

Jerry used her faster, deeper wanting to give this sexy woman nothing but joy. “Go you sexy bitch! Cum on me!” he moaned out enjoying the feel of her orgasming pussy locked around him. And then, he too began to cum, “Oh mother fucker!” he yelled thrusting into her as deep as he could and began to fill her body with hot cum.

“Oh bloody hell!” Angel screamed out when the cum began to fill her body. It felt as if she had molten lava being injected into her with each of the powerful squirts. “Fuck me you hot stud! Ride me like a wild horse!” she screamed again, wrapping her legs around his thin waist and thrust her hips to meet his incoming cock.

Jerry couldn’t believe how this felt, Jerry knew he would have to see this fine woman more, lots more.

Later back at the college parking lot, Jerry drove his motorcycle up to her car and turned off the engine. “So teacher, how do I get in touch with you if I need some more tutoring like today?” He asked with a grin on his manly face as he helped her off the bike.

“Well, I only give tutoring by appointments, but in your case I think I can see you any time you like,” she replied with a smile and leaned to kiss Jerry. “I’ll be free about 7 tonight,” she smiled again and gave his cock a good squeeze. “I live on Baker Street, you’ll see my British flag hanging from my house,” she said sliding into her car and drove away.

Jerry shook his head and moved to his bike, turning the key he said, “I better get home and clean up. Don’t want to keep my teacher waiting!” he laughed and drove away.

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Your mind races when your boss calls you into his office on a Monday morning. Really not like him. He’s all seize the day, motivation Monday and all. It personally drives me a bit bonkers. I’m betting this is about the Henderson Account. Looks like I lost a big client there. I better stop at the ladies’ room and look my best for this. Looking in the mirror I fix my messy bun to look a little sexier, smooth out the business blue shift dress with the large metal zipper up the back. Maybe, another inch unzipped at the hem. Not bad for someone with twenty years in the business. I gave my lucky black stilettos a polish, as I went over the plan — the statistics and why Henderson left the firm. I thought about who might fill Henderson’s spot from my prospect list. I wanted this to be foolproof and go off without a hitch. The old guy would never know what hit him when I was done smooth-talking the situation. I was ready for whatever he had in mind.

I took the elevator up one floor to his office suite. The man needed his quiet and luxuries all to himself. He said it gave him the power, helped him manage others. I suppose it did. It also kept him from the others. The many ogling others. The elevator door closed behind me and I tapped on the wood and steel door before entering.

“You rang, Sir,” I said.

“Yes, Ms. Gram, come in, have a seat,” he motioned to the large black leather sectional near the stone fireplace away from the windows. I sat in the ultra-modern Barcelona chair in front of his desk overlooking the downtown view. No sense making it easy for him. He rose and shut the door. I heard the click and the elevator shut down. I swallowed hard. He meant business.

“Something you neglected to tell me, Leona?”

“I didn’t want to spoil your weekend, Mr. Gram. But, yes, the Henderson account is closed. There is no getting it back. I’ve tried, even put a team on it. But I assure you, I have everyone including myself working on our prospect lists to replace the loss. It is just a matter of a few days and we will be right where we should be.” I watched as he slowly took a seat behind his desk placing his hands behind his neck and crossing those long legs. Ankle on knee giving himself plenty of space.

“Can’t decide if I should punish you or reward you for your plan. I do recall you saying if you ever lost the account I could spank you.”

“Just sales chatter, Mr. Gram. But so long as you don’t fire me, perhaps I should allow it to be your decision.” I stood up, turned around, Ümraniye Escort and straddled the armless chair feeling the cold steel against my bare inner calves. I bent forward and heard him rise from his chair. His quick steps toward me beating to the rhythm of the zipper pull tab swaying back and forth just below where he wanted to be. I was certain he could see the lack of panties. Perhaps that is why he rushed forward and stood between me and the desk. The brief warmth of sun sadly blocked. He played with the pull tab of the zipper.

“You know the other buildings can see you. The old coot Merriweather even has a telescope for such events.”

“Thought it might raise your value in the old man’s group.”

“Old man is it? Okay. Decision made. He pulled the Zipper up from the bottom and the dress fell forward held in place only by the small amount of zipper left intact above my bra line. I gasped. Grasping my hips with his left hand he slid his right slowly up my abdomen and stood me up straight against him. I could feel his hard cock push against me.

“Spread those legs wider, Leona.” Shocked. I complied. He stepped away and the dress almost fell back together. He ran his finger down my spine and over my backside. Holding my left hand with his right he moved so he was between me and the chair. Without the chairs support due to my widened legs, my knees grew weak. Or perhaps it was the determination in his hazel eyes as he pulled the chair out of the way and lead me to the leather sectional where the fireplace glowed, and the eyelash shag rug was absent a coffee table. “Do you know what today is?” he asked with a halfcocked smile.

“April Fool’s day?” I smirked.

“Yes, my favorite day of the year. You get to surprise people–give them a bit of the unexpected.”

With those words, he fell into the couch pulling me along with him. Surprised I let out a small scream having found myself sitting on his lap my lips inches from his face. In a quick second the rest of the zipper came undone. My dress fell exposing my deep cleavage. He ran his hands down my arms to my wrist gathering them behind me and securing them with the long fingers of his left hand.

“Straddle me. I want to view you.” As I moved into position, he briefly released my wrists as he removed the dress and draped it over the arm of the sofa. Securing my wrists again he ran his fingers down the side of my face, then along my jugular. He pulled the pin holding my bun and my hair fell below my shoulders. His eyes were intense. I wondered if I’d bitten off more than İstanbul Escort I should, but it was too late now.

Placing his hand behind my neck he pulled me toward him and we kissed. He bit my lip and I pushed my tongue deep into his mouth teasing him till he gave out a soft groan. I pulled away and stood taller on my knees. His hand squeezed my breast, thumbing my hard nipples through the lace. I moaned.

He released my wrist with a warning not to move. I didn’t. Sliding both hands down the side of my tits he lifted them out and on top of the C cups that had held them. Touching them not only with his hands but suckling them. Kissing, sucking and nibbling them until I all I wanted to do was touch him. My hands strained against his grip breaking free. He smiled. Without thought my hands pulled at the buttons on his business shirt and slid off his tie. He allowed me to run my fingers through his chest hair and pinch his nipples.

“Disobeying and losing a much-needed account? Very bad girl,” he whispered removing my bra, sliding my hands back into place and knotting my bra around my elbows. My breast heaved forward, and he bit them shaking them at his pleasure.

He unzipped. Removed his shirt laying it neatly on top of my dress. Their colognes mingle into a beautiful scent. He moved me until I was laying across his lap my ass slightly raised. He put his tie around my mouth and with a powerful tug and then another I was helpless.

“A fourteen-million-dollar account will be hard to replace. I’m gonna take a little of it out of your hide,” he said, his hand hitting with a firm, but kind, sting. I remained still except for my hand placed on his hard cock which rubbed his tip and pulled his shaft. In secret I enjoyed this play. Loved his discipline—that I, at times, lacked. Having spanked me, he massaged my neck and back, then helped me to stand. As he stood his pants slid to his ankles and I went to my knees. My eyes pleading for the tie around my mouth to be removed. He complied without any necessity of words between us. The tie now covered my eyes. Grabbing my hair, he pushed himself deep within my throat. After many thrusts, I pulled out and circled his balls with my tongue, licking him along the edge of a vein to swirl around his tip, to nibble and feel him again plunge inside my willing mouth. When he could take no more he kneed up behind me massaging my clit then fucking me until we both fell onto the eyelash shag satisfied with our business meeting.

“Nice Monday motivation, I whispered as we dressed again for success.

“April Anadolu Yakası Escort fools,” he said in his all business voice. “None of this happened. You gotta get that account back or replaced or the real April fools will be your pink slip and about fifty others will get one too. You understand?”

He was curter than I’d expected. I wondered if I’d taken things too far.

“Yes, Mr. Gram,” I replied. Turning on the elevator and unlatching the door, I left the room and his floor to return to mine just below him. I decided to grab a coffee from the cafeteria on the first floor. Two new girls entered the elevator from the next floor down. They were also going to the first floor. Lucky me got to hear how handsome the CEO was and how they’d do anything to get close to him and his money. I smiled. Too late ladies, I thought.

I decided to save my assistant the trip and picked up my mail. As expected twenty-two roses in a crystal vase waited for me. The card read:

Dear Ms. Gram,

One rose for every year just as I promised twenty-two years ago when one rose was all we could afford. You are my favorite holiday, the best unexpected surprise of my life. I still remember feeling happy the day we found out the fake wedding in Vegas was real. So glad you’ve stuck with me.

Love, Mr. Gram

Back at my desk I placed the roses on the desk, I settled in behind the computer and sent an email to the guy one floor up in his private suite.

Dear Mr. Gram,

Thank you for this morning, the roses and every moment of the twenty-two years. By the way, attached you will find the Henderson statistics report. Turn to page ten. (Me;).

A knock came on the door and the two girls from the elevator fumbled into my office their faces pale and mouths rushing to shut. “Yes, girls I am his wife and your boss. You will bring everything to me and only I ride the elevator upstairs. Understood?” They nodded like good girls and I gave them the welcome speech and work expected sheets and they left the room as fast as their flats would move them. I smiled, but not a big as I did moments later.

A few seconds later, I heard laughter coming from above. Nothing made me happier than that sound. A ding notified an important email had arrived. Opening it, there was screen shot of page ten of her email. Neon lettering saying April Fools across the page of the Henderson report. The bottom line showing the Henderson account had not been lost but had doubled. Alongside, Mr. Grant had typed a note. Seems I owe you an apology. Reservations at six at La Piscatoni. Then a very long evening. Happy April Fool’s, Leona. And Happy Anniversary, my love.

She looked up from her computer screen after hearing a man clear his throat. “Good one, Ms. Gram. Lunch in a few hours?” he smiled. How could she say no. And exactly, what was he up to?

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You can’t trust people. Truth: unfortunately, in today’s society people can’t be trusted. The days of having a lock on your front door and never using it are long gone. People want to feel secure in their home; that’s where I come in.

I run a small security company; most of my clients are residential, but I have done some commercial work. I offer a full shopping list of systems from simple intrusion alarms to motion sensors to full color wireless cameras. You can choose to have your system monitored or I can hook up a big-ass sound system that will wake up every neighbour within two blocks!

I made an interesting discovery this morning while checking my camera server. As I mentioned, the majority of my clients are residential. I also mentioned you can’t trust people; occasionally I like to add extra features to some security systems. For example, if some young lady has hired me to install a basic system I may feel that she needs extra protection so I’ll install a hidden camera system free of charge. Hey, I’m nice that way! Of course those cameras usually end up in bedrooms and bathrooms; although I have been known to install them overlooking a hot tub.

I’m rambling, I do that; back to the story. So a local lady, Ann, had hired me to install a basic intruder package; window and door breaks, motion sensors and a speaker system. Sorry, no last names, this is a small town. Anyway, she was concerned because there had been some vandalism in the area; bored local teens probably. She was only 55 and widowed, so living by herself she was afraid. That’s where I came in; I gave her a break on the system.

She was so happy when I said I would give her 5% off. I mean it’s the least I could do, considering the hidden cameras I installed in her bedroom and bathroom. I know what you’re thinking: Bill, a 55 year old? Did I mention she has a huge rack? I’m telling you, I’ve always admired her tits. I figured it was the Polish in her; maybe five foot even and G-cups! I was certain she had no idea just how good she looked. She isn’t overweight, but she is a little chubby, but those tits, wow! Also, at just shy of 50 myself and single, I was interested in seeing those titties!

I had her cameras, as well as others configured to wirelessly upload to my online server. I had some great footage and was looking forward to more and that’s where I catch you up to this morning. I logged in, expecting to see some video of her undressing last night and this morning. Imagine my surprise when I was scanning the video from last night and I watched as Ann and Rob stagger into her bedroom and fuck like a pair of bush monkeys! Did I mention that Rob is Ann’s married neighbour?

Imagine, a good, god-fearing Catholic like Ann, past president of the CWL and the PTA, known by the entire community, 4 kids who are also prominent in the community, fucking the neighbour!

Oh. The. Scandal.

VISIT WITH ANN

I cancelled my plans for the day. This was almost too good to be true. I spent the morning, planning and strategizing. I called Ann after lunch and asked if I could come over for a visit. She sounded very happy as she told me that was a great idea; she would have the coffee on and put cookies out. Perfect.

I arrived just after one and she brought me into the tiny dining room off of her small kitchen, where she made me a coffee and put a plate of cookies out. She seemed really happy and had an extra spring in her step. She sat down across from me, “So, Bill, what can I do for you today?”

I took a long sip of my coffee and took a cookie from the plate and set it down next to my cup. She could tell I was stalling and her smile fell a bit. It was time to turn on sympathetic Bill, “Ann, I wanted to talk to you privately today. I’m really concerned about, um, the situation, um, you have found yourself in.” I was looking down at my coffee and raised just my eyes to look at her; waiting for her reaction, did she understand what I was saying?

She wasn’t moving a muscle; her face guarded. “What do you mean; my situation? I don’t understand.”

I took a sip of my coffee, set it down and looked at her. I sighed, “Ann, I know about you and Rob.” Her face registered her shock; “And about last night.” I picked up my cup and took another sip.

“What?” She was almost whispering. “You can’t know about that. There’s nothing…” She dropped her head into her hands, covering her face. She sat like that for a minute or two and then looked up and wiped her eyes.

“Well, it was only a onetime thing. Believe me, it won’t happen again.” She took a drink from her coffee cup, but I noticed she didn’t look at me. I didn’t say anything; I just waited.

She was looking out the window, she turned back to her coffee cup, still avoiding my eyes, “Okay, I had a couple glasses of wine with my sister-in-law and after she left I was getting ready for bed. It was getting a little cold in the house and I realized that the furnace wasn’t coming Maltepe Escort on. I called Rob over to start it back up; it’s older, it’s happened before. He came over, got the furnace going…it’s been a long time since I… the next thing I know he’s getting dressed and leaving. It wasn’t my fault! He took advantage of me!” Her face brightened, she thought she had found the perfect out. It was time to correct her way of thinking.

I shook my head slowly, “Ann, do you think Rob’s wife will go with that? She’s going to see red; haven’t you guys been friends forever? She’ll be devastated.” That’s better, she had lost that look of confidence; she wasn’t so sure now. “And when it gets around town; my god, the rumors and gossip.” I shook my head again, “Ann, this isn’t good.”

She was hanging her head again, “What am I going to do? Nobody can know! If this gets out…Rob won’t say anything, I don’t think he would jeopardize his marriage.” She looked up at me, “You won’t say anything right?” She looked hopeful, like maybe she could just hide this away. I stood up.

I walked around behind her. She had on a tight scoop neck shirt. You know the kind, really short sleeves, scoop neck, form fitting around the boobs. I stood behind her and started rubbing her shoulders, “Ann, you know I won’t say anything, right? I mean, I’m on your side.” I worked her neck muscles and down her shoulders. “We certainly wouldn’t want this to get out; I mean the scandal!” I moved my hands forward, still rubbing until my fingers found the top of her boobs, “I’m sure we can work something out, to keep this quiet.”

She pushed my hands away violently, “Bill! What do you think you’re doing?!” Her face was a mask of shock. “Just because I screwed up once, doesn’t mean I’ll do it again!” She had stood up and had moved into the kitchen, looking back at me in indignation. “I think it’s time for you to leave!” She looked away, her anger obvious, not meeting my gaze.

I didn’t move, “Sit back down Ann. We’re not done talking.” She didn’t move or look at me or anything. “Last chance Ann, come and sit back down.” She didn’t move. I headed for the door. As I put my shoes on I started talking, “It’s too bad you know. Once this gets out, it won’t take long it will be all over town. The whispers in church; what will the ladies at the CWL think of all this? And your family? Oh, did I mention I had video of last night?” That caught her attention. She marched into the living room and was looking daggers at me, her hands on her hips. “Oh yeah. Let’s see,” I pretended to think, “Rob had on blue jeans and a red sweater and you had on black slacks and one of your hand-made tops; the one with the flowers on it.” Her face had changed to a look of shock and disbelief.

“Honestly, how did you think I knew? Anyway, I wonder how your kids will react when I share that video on their Facebook walls?” I paused at the door, “I’m sure it won’t work out well, but that’s your choice. See you around.” I opened the door and opened the screen door and she screamed at me to wait.

I turned back to look at her. She had her head forward, her face in her hands. There was a long silence. “Yes?” I asked finally.

She dropped her hands to her sides, in a low voice she said, “Please come back inside.” I didn’t move; it was my turn.

She lifted her head to look at me, “Please, let’s talk about this.” Pleading was good; I still didn’t move. “Bill, please, come back in and sit down, we can talk about this, okay? Come back in.” She had stepped forward, her hands up, begging me to come back in.

I closed the door and walked back into the small dining room. She followed me in and sat down at her chair again while I stood next to the table. “Are you ready to talk now?” I asked her. She didn’t say anything, just nodded her head slightly. “Good, now where were we.” I moved back behind her and started massaging her shoulders again.

“I was saying that I was on your team; that’s right.” She held her arms across her chest as I massaged her shoulders. Looking over her shoulder, I could see down her top a bit, but her arms were blocking my view. I reached to the sides and pulled her arms away from her chest, placing them at her side. I went back to rubbing her shoulders, now with a much better view of her great cleavage.

“Now, I was saying that I have no intention of revealing your deep, dark secret. I’m sure we can work together; you know, come to a mutually beneficial agreement.” I had moved my hands down the front of her chest again, massaging as I moved down; she didn’t stop me this time, but I could feel her body tense. “Some way that we could both gain, you know what I mean. Your secret stays buried and I, well I get to enjoy certain, um, certain freedoms you could call them.” I was rubbing the tops of her breasts now, watching as they moved back and forth under my attention.

“For example,” I held my right hand up above her tits, “could you please İstanbul Escort place my hand inside your shirt please?” Her head jerked to the side, but she didn’t look up at me, she looked down at the floor. “Ann, I am trying here. You want something and I want something; this is Win:Win!”

I smiled as she slowly reached up and softly grasped my hand and with her other hand, held the neckline of her shirt and bra, pulling it out away from her body and slowly shoved my hand inside. Once it was in, she let go of my hand and her shirt, her hands falling to her side. I could feel the softness of her nipple against my palm. Her breast felt so enormous in my hand. I held the back of her neck with my free hand and was massaging her tit with the other.

I felt this was important, by making her put my hand in her top, she was accepting the situation; the fight was lost and she knew it. I reached over with my free hand and pulled the blinds up just a bit. Then I took hold of her neckline and stretching it out, I pulled her boob out, tucking the shirt well underneath it. She brought her hands up quickly covering her tit and my hand, “People will see!” She was reaching for the blind now.

“Ann.” I said in a commanding voice. She stopped, not moving and then dropped her hands to her side again. The blind was at the right height that if anybody was close enough to the window all they would see would be my hand groping her boob. The street was too far away for anybody to see, but the psychological effect on Ann was important. I knew that training took time. I groped her tit for a bit more, working her nipple.

I let go of her tit and walked into the living room and through to the family room telling Ann to follow me. She followed me in and I saw that she had put her boob back. I pulled the foot stool over and had her stand on it. I sat down in her husband’s chair, god rest his soul and told her to strip for me. She looked so sad, “Please Bill, you had your fun, can we stop now? Why don’t you just go home?” She had her arms crossed over her immense boobs.

“What? Oh Ann, you don’t mean that. Remember our deal? Your secret stays buried and I get to see your titties. I think that’s fair don’t you?” I motioned for her to continue. She was teary eyed now, but she pulled her top off and set it to the side on couch. Fuck she looked good, her tits barely contained in her huge black bra. She held her arms over her chest for a minute and then reaching behind she undid her bra and pulled it off, trying, in vain, to cover her tits with her arms. They were sagging down, but they were still so full and enormous!

I cleared my throat and she looked up and then dropped her arms. She had light pink areola and big, pink nipples. I cleared my throat again and motioned to her pants. Resigned to her situation, she pulled them off, panties and all; she kicked them to the floor. She looked really good, she had a tummy, but her great hips framed her light blonde, scant haired pussy. For a mature lady she had the whole package.

I stood up and helped her down. She held one arm across her chest and her hand covering her pussy. “It’s okay Ann. Will you sit down please?” She looked up at me, shocked; now that she was nude, this was not what she was expecting. I took her hand and led her to her own chair and she sat down. I sat back down and looked at her smiling.

She was obviously confused, “Oh Ann, let me explain, I’m really not the bad guy here. I didn’t screw around with my best friend’s husband, never forget that.” She looked stunned, “I have to be honest with you, I’ve always thought you were hot. And if you don’t mind, when it’s just you and I together, I would prefer you nude. You don’t mind do you?” She was more surprised now at the turn of the conversation. I wasn’t threatening her; I was being nice and civil.

“Did you grow up a strict Catholic?” She nodded. “Oh, not much nudity in the house then I guess. Have you titties always been big? When did they start to grow?”

She answered in a small voice, “When I was still in grade school.” I motioned for her to continue. She grew red as she talked, “My chest started to grow when I was in grade school.” I corrected her; they were called tits or titties. She was embarrassed now; this was extreme for an every Sunday church going lady that never swore. She started again, “My titties started growing while I was still in grade school.” She continued to tell me what it was like growing up as a teenager with titties that were twice the size of everybody else’s. She talked and talked and it seemed for a while forgot that she was sitting nude in front of me.

I wanted to keep her talking, “Now what about cum, have you ever tasted it before? Ever given a blowjob?” I knew this would shock her after she had gotten comfortable.

Her shock was obvious, “What? Eww, no!” She shook her head, causing her tits to jiggle. “Her husband had tried a number of times to get her Anadolu Yakası Escort to do that, but no way, that goes in my hole, not my mouth.” I corrected her, it was called a pussy and yes, it would fit in her mouth. I told her she just might like the taste. She went on and on about how her mother had told her that was dirty.

I asked her about hand-jobs. She must have given a guy a hand-job. She told me until last night, her husband’s penis was the only one she’d ever seen. First I told her it was called a cock and second, I didn’t believe her, I told her she had to have seen more. She insisted that she had never seen any other cocks.

“Well, let’s fix that.” I stood up, “Take my pants off Ann and you can have a look at mine.” She stopped, her anxiety had returned. She had gotten used to the nudity and the dirty talk, but now she had to act again. “Come on, just take my pants off. We’re not going to go through this again, are we?”

She got up, her tits swinging as she moved. I’m just over six feet and at five feet her tits are at about my belly level. She looked up at me as she undid my pants and grabbing the waist band of both my pants and shorts, she pulled them down slowly, as if going slowly might put off the inevitable. I’m sure she had no idea the affect she was having on me; pulling my shorts down, slowly revealing my long cock. She finally got to the head and it sprung free.

She looked down quickly and made to stand up; I put my hand on her shoulder and kept her kneeling. “Have a look, what do you think?” My cock was at perfect face level with her. She wouldn’t look at it at first, but after a pause, she lifted her head and stared at it.

“It’s okay I guess.” She said in a small voice. She looked up at me, not sure what to do next. Her tits looked so good from above; I could see those tits having a cock between them before too long.

“You said you had given your husband hand-jobs before; go ahead.” I flexed my groin muscles making my cock twitch. She flinched a bit, and then slowly wrapped her hand around it. She began to move her hand up and down the length of my cock. “That’s it Ann; you’re doing great.” She didn’t look at me, “Play with my balls with the other hand.”

She stopped, “What? Play with them?” She looked confused; I couldn’t fucking believe it, married for over thirty years and didn’t know how to play with balls? Her poor husband.

“Yeah, hold them in your other hand and massage them while you stroke my cock.” She still looked confused, but she held my balls and started to roll them around in her hand while she pumped my cock. Now it was feeling good.

Her face was only inches away from the end of my cock, seeing it that close and watching her tits shake while she stroked my cock was pushing me closer and closer.

“Why don’t you try putting it in your mouth?” I asked.

“No way!” she stopped and was looking shocked at me.

“Come on, it isn’t so bad. How do you know if you’ve never tried it? You may like it?” She had her mouth closed tight and had started pumping my cock again. The hell with this, she wasn’t calling the shots, it was time to remind her who was in charge, “Ann, I would like you to at least try. I’m really not in the mood to argue with you. Don’t forget: something for you, something for me.”

She looked up with tears in her eyes. “But Bill, I’ve been good; I’ve been doing everything you’ve asked. Sitting here nude, talking about naughty stuff and a hand-job, I didn’t even argue about the hand-job. I’ve been doing well. Please, I don’t want to do that. It’s nasty! Stuff comes out of the end!” The tears were streaming now. It seemed like she really didn’t want my cock in her mouth. But she wasn’t the one calling the shots.

“Are you going to make me ask you again Ann? Actually, I’ve been very nice to you. You will put my cock in your mouth and you will stop arguing with me when I ask you nicely to do something. Just because I ask doesn’t mean you have a choice, which would be a good thing to remember. Now, cock; mouth.” I put my hands on my hips, waiting.

She reached up and tears still running down her face started to stroke my cock again, her other hand massaging my balls. She was still sniffling, looking from my cock up to my face. I was almost ready to say something and then she pulled it down and leaned her head forward slowly. She puckered her lips out, but kept her mouth closed. Her eyelids were fluttering as she brushed her lips against my head. She pulled back, looked at my cock and then up at me. I just smiled.

She leaned forward again, lips puckered up and pushed onto the head of my cock; just the head. She held it there while she slowly stroked my cock. This was going to take forever, “Inside Ann, not just a kiss.”

She pulled off again and with one last pleading look, she leaned forward. She had her eyes shut and her lips puckered again. She pushed the head in again and then pushed forward just a bit; her lips parting slightly. She now had the head in her mouth and her hand was still stroking.

“There you go Ann, now a little farther.” Through teary eyes, she looked up at me and then staring down her nose, moved forward some more until she had an inch or two in her mouth.

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“And that’s why I think ‘Scott’s Folly’ has always been one of my favorite episodes,” Maggie McAllister said as she smiled out at the two thousand fans that filled the ballroom of the Royal Grand Hotel.

The cheers that greeted the fifty-two-year-old actress were such that an unknowing observer might think the short haired redhead had won an Oscar rather than her claim to fame having been that she’d appeared on a twenty year old science fiction show. It went on for another half minute or so as she flashed her best smile and wallowed in their admiration.

“And to think I originally told my agent that I wanted no part of some geek sci fi show,” Maggie thought as the applause finally died.

-=-=-=-

Twenty years before, as a thirty-two-year-old never really was actress, Maggie had been called late one Friday morning by Ryan Clarke, her agent, and offered the chance to take over the role on an upcoming science fiction show about time travel called “Chronos II”. It seemed that the actress that had been originally cast had been injured in a car accident the day before. She hadn’t been seriously hurt, but some facial contusions were enough to delay production on the pilot, which was scheduled to start the following Monday.

Her initial reaction had been to say no, but then Ryan had convinced her to at least read the script which he had already sent over by messenger. One of the producers evidently had remembered her from some of her earlier work and thought she would fit the role perfectly. That most of her previous work had been a string of quite forgettable films where her breasts had a greater role then the rest of her said a lot about her career so far. And while her boobs were still holding up pretty well, she was getting a little old to still play those roles.

After reading the script, which had arrived just ten minutes later, she had still been unimpressed. The story revolved around the crew of the Chronos II, hence the title of the show, which had been lost in time. She would play June Kirkland, the assistant to Professor Mortimer Weatherby, the scientist who had invented the time ship. Rounding out the cast would be a strong male lead character named Rock Cooper, a not too bright but devilishly handsome sports hero on whom June would have a crush on, and his teenage nephew, Jim Cooper, who would have a similar crush on June.

“This is hardly the big break you’ve been promising me for the last two years, Ryan,” she had said over the phone shortly after putting down the script.

“It’s work.” Ryan had replied, reminding her that was something that had hardly been breaking down the door lately. “Just think of it as a paycheck,” he’d added. “It’ll probably never get past the pilot and no one will ever remember it a year from now.”

“I just have to show up ready to go on Monday morning?” Maggie asked as she glanced on the small pile of bills on her coffee table. “No late night auditions or anything like that?”

In her early days in Hollywood, there had been quite a few of those where she had been called upon to demonstrate her acting ability to various producers and directors. Said demonstration and her chances of getting the role usually consisting of how realistically she was able to fake an orgasm. She hadn’t minded it so much back then, it was part of the game, one that a lot of girls, and in some cases, guys had to play. The problem was that none of those roles had ever caught fire and it seemed that the practice was beginning to reappear.

“Nothing like that,” Ryan had promised, “I swear. They would, however, like you to come down to the studio tomorrow to make sure the wardrobe fits and all. You and Cynthia Cannon, she’s the girl they originally hired, have pretty much the same build, but they want to see if the costumes need any minor alterations.”

“In other words, I’m getting the gig because she and I both have great boobs,” Maggie pointed out.

“You said it, not me,” Ryan replied. “Now do I tell them yes or start looking for another girl. They wanted an answer ten minutes ago and already another one of the producers is saying that they want to go younger for the role.”

“Oh hell, I’ll do it,” Maggie said in resignation, glancing again at the stack of bills.

It hadn’t been only the money she owed that sealed the decision. Ryan’s last comment had carried a lot more weight than she wanted to admit. Up to then, she’d been able to play younger roles without a problem but there were a lot of new girls actually those ages out there, many of them willing to do an awful lot to get their chance.

-=-=-=-

“Chronos II” turned out to be exactly the kind of silliness that Maggie had thought it would be. But much to her, and many other people’s surprise, it was also a minor hit. So much so that it ran for four years. Over ninety-eight episodes, she had been crammed into the sexiest outfit they could find for the time period they visited. From a Victorian gown that was so tight she could hardly breathe in it, Göztepe Escort to a bikini like outfit made of twisted vines. It got so she came to the conclusion that the writers started with how revealing an outfit they could get past the network censors and then wrote a story around it.

When the show finally folded, Maggie thought it would be the last she’d ever heard of “Chronos II”. Then, to her even greater surprise, the show became an even bigger hit in what seemed like endless reruns. Over the last two decades, it had never really been totally off the air. Along with the growing fan base of new generations of Chrononauts, as they came to be called, came the personal appearances at various science fiction conventions around the country.

“Chronos II” would never be popular enough to have a convention of its own, but there were enough generic gatherings in which it played a role for her to make at least a half dozen appearances a year. All with travel expenses paid and a not unwelcome stipend for just answering some silly questions and then spending an hour or so signing autographs for which she would also get a cut of the profits.

Her acting career had also flourished after Chronos had gone out of production. She was never going to be offered a staring role, but she had spent the years since in a steady number of supporting roles in various movies and television shows. That some of these turned out to be caricatures of her June Kirkland character hadn’t bothered her in the least.

-=-=-=-

The sound of applause brought Maggie back from her musings as Roy Carlsen, who had played Professor Weatherby in the series, finished up a question of his own. Back when the show had first premiered, Roy had only been a few years older than the rest of the cast and used makeup to fit into his role. Now, two decades later, he had aged into it naturally.

As another fan took her turn at the microphone, Maggie was relieved to see that there was no one else in the waiting area. The organizers of the event were quite skilled at keeping things on schedule and knew just how many questions could be fit in during the question and answer panel. Not only was it bad form to have fans wait on line to ask a question, only to be told that time was up, but such disappointments might more importantly have a negative impact on their spending money on autographs and other souvenirs.

Only two of the cast of “Chronos II” had been available for the star panel this time around. Stephen Duke, who had played Rock Cooper, was home with the flu and that had disappointed Maggie terribly. She had become good friends with Stephen over the years and had been looking forward to seeing him again. The remaining no show wasn’t missed at all by either Maggie or Roy. Tommy Butler, who had played Jim Cooper, had grown up into the kind of obnoxious former child star that the supermarket tabloids loved.

Getting the role of Jim Cooper, after a string of television commercials and small guest staring roles, Thomas, and his mother turned agent, had been convinced that he was well on the way to a Tom Cruise like career. Instead, the show had turned out to be the highlight of his acting days as he had the looks, but not the talent to go further. Once he reached adulthood, he lost most of the charm of his teen years as well as the ability to keep off the extra pounds.

In the latter area, Maggie could well sympathize as she had added a few pound herself. Only in her case, the added weight had fallen in all the right places, giving her a more mature, sexy look. The girls, as she had long ago started referring to her breasts, had held up pretty good too. The effects of time and gravity held at bay by a specially constructed brasserie.

The last question of the morning was again directed at Maggie and she gave the young woman at the mike her full attention as she began speaking. It was a typical die hard fan question, but one that brought back other, best forgotten memories to the actress.

“I know that all though the series, June Kirkland always had a thing for Rock Cooper, even though he never seemed to notice,” the teenage girl, who Maggie knew hadn’t even been born when the show was originally filmed, said, “but a lot of fans have always thought that maybe she should’ve given Jim Cooper a chance. After all, by the time the series ended he was already eighteen. Do you think the show would’ve been better if the writers had gone in that direction?”

A chorus of laughter filled the room as Maggie glanced back at Roy, to also see a look of bemusement on his face. She was going to get no help with the answer from his direction.

“Well, I know that’s a direction of lot of the fan fiction you find on the Internet these days would like to have seen taken,” Maggie answered. An answer that brought a renewed assortment of cheers and whistles from the crowd. “But I’m afraid that I have to say that maybe the writers of the show knew what was best for the characters.”

The answer İstanbul Escort was a stock reply as she well knew, but that wasn’t an area that she wanted to go anywhere near. Still, the look of disappointment on the girl’s face made Maggie wonder if perhaps she had written at least one of those stories herself.

“Still,” Maggie added after a long pause, “I think you’d have to agree, Jim Cooper was pretty cute, wasn’t he?”

That brought a smile to the questioner’s face and another chorus of cheers from the audience. Almost as if on cue, the master of ceremonies stepped to the center of the stage and thanked everyone for coming, reminding them that both Maggie and Roy would both be available for autographs after they took a short break to freshen up. Plenty of time for everyone to buy official souvenir photographs for them to sign.

-=-=-=-

As the crowd began to stir in their seats, Roy leaned over to Maggie and said in a low voice that she had sidestepped that admirably.

“Oh fuck you,” she replied in a similarly low tone, the smile on her face saying she really didn’t mean it. “I still say it was all your fault.”

A look of innocence appeared on Roy’s face, along with an appropriate hand gesture returning the sentiment. Maggie just laughed and rose from her chair to follow one of the stage hands off the platform.

The reason for their little exchange was another reason why Maggie was so glad that they no longer bothered to invite Tommy Butler to the conventions. She wondered what all the fans now moving out the exits would think if they know that during the final year of the show, June Kirkland, or at least her alter ego of Maggie McAllister was doing the nasty with the Tommy Butler side of young Mr. Jones.

It had started out as a dare actually, or maybe even a joke, Maggie had never really been sure which. One night, after wrapping up an episode, she and Roy had been having a drink in his trailer. The subject of how Tommy had carried his character’s affections for Maggie’s over to real life had come up. It wasn’t unexpected of course, he was a normal, healthy teenager who spent a great deal of time around a woman with a great set of knockers which were constantly being flashed in his face.

“I think you should do something about it,” Maggie remembered Roy saying.

“What would you suggest?” Maggie had asked, feeling the effects of the half bottle of scotch they had put away.

“Why not give him a tumble,” Roy had replied. “He’s old enough and certainly cute enough, and from a few quick looks I’ve been able to catch in the showers, certainly equipped enough. God knows that if I’d thought he’d be the least bit interested, I’d have given him one long ago.”

Maggie had smiled. Roy’s being gay had been one of the worst kept secrets in Hollywood. Known to just about everyone it seemed except for fans of the show. It was that way for a lot of actors.

Even with more than half a buzz on, Maggie would’ve let the issue die then and there, except for the fact that she happened to run into Tommy on the way back to her own dressing room. He had been hanging around outside of it, looking she thought, for another chance to peek into the window while she was changing. She had caught him at it a few times in the past. As she had on those occasions, she was about to chase him off, then had a change of heart.

“Oh fuck,” Maggie had said as she glanced around and saw that no one else was anywhere near. “Come on in Tommy, if you really want to look, you might as well get a good one.”

She had let him do a lot more than look that evening, teaching him things he only dreamed about and by the time he stepped back out, he’d left his virginity behind. Over the last few weeks of the show they wound up doing it just about every chance they got, right up until the night his mother found out.

When Sharon Butler walked into Tommy’s dressing room, she had a key, to find the two of them naked and in the middle of the act, Maggie was sure her career was about to go up in ashes. Then to her surprise, Sharon acted almost thankful to find the two of them together.

Sharon had suspected for some time that her son was getting it on with someone and was most worried that it was some underage groupie who was going to have him splashed across the front pages of the tabloids. Or some girl who wanted to get her hooks into him and ride the gravy train that Sharon just knew was waiting for the two of them once he hit it big. So it was actually a relief for her to discover that it was only an older woman interested in his hard body and even harder cock.

Their little affair sort of died off after that, ending totally before the show was canceled. In the last few conventions they’d attended before he stopped being invited, Tommy, or Thomas as he now went by, had insinuated that he’d like to recapture their glory days. Maggie had made it as clear as she possibly could that she didn’t. A message he never seemed to get.

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After Anadolu Yakası Escort the short break was over, Maggie and Roy walked into the small room in which the autograph table had been set out to find that not only was the room already packed, the line into it already stretched out into and down the hallway. The promoters couldn’t stop a fan from bringing their own non-official items, but they did their best to insinuate that only holders of photos bought at the convention would get their chance at having them signed. Since they got a piece of each photo sale, some actors would refuse to sign anything else. Both Maggie and Roy, however, were more than willing to put their names on anything a fan put in front of them. Not everyone, they felt, could afford the overpriced souvenirs.

While she had always been at a loss to explain the popularity of the show, Maggie had always been keenly aware how seriously many of the fans took it and how much she had gained over the years due to that devotion. That was why she added to her answer earlier and why now she tried to give each fan a kind word or at least a warm smile as she scribbled her name on whatever they put in front of her. Over the years she’d also come to realize that one of the reasons of lot of fans were willing to stand in line for such a long time, at least the male ones, was to get a close up look at “the girls.” Truthfully, she got as much of a thrill out of having them look as they did, so much so that she always made it a point to change into something that showed off as much of them as to be just the wrong side of respectable.

Earlier in the year, she had gone too far over the line, showing up at the San Francisco Star-Con in a see through blouse, deciding at the last moment to leave her bra behind as well. The combined effect of the overhead lighting and the flash strobes going off had produced some magnificent shots of her large nipples. It didn’t take two days for the photographs to find their way onto the Internet, provoking a small moral outrage from some quarters. Mostly, she felt, from narrow minded old ladies who felt she was helping corrupt today’s youth. As if most of them needed help. The convention promoters hadn’t seemed to mind, feeling that even more people came to the next one they invited her to, to see if she repeated the performance. In that they were disappointed, but she still put on a good show nevertheless.

When the autograph session finally ended, some thirty-five minutes past its scheduled hour, both Maggie and Roy were relieved to finally put down their pens. With a practiced precision, the organizers again took over and quickly cleared the room, herding the masses to the next scheduled event. Since it didn’t include either of the two of them, it gave the actors a chance to relax for a little while. They weren’t needed until the Best Costume Competition this evening where they would be two of the judges.

“Maggie, could I ask a favor of you,” Roy asked as he handed her a cup of coffee from the small cart that had been set up in the corner.

“Oh oh,” Maggie said in a foreboding tone, “every time you use those words I wind up regretting what ever it is you ask me to do.”

“That’s not true,” Roy laughed, then added. “Okay, maybe it is. But this time it’s different.”

“And you always say that too,” Maggie replied.

“Would you at least just listen first?” Roy smiled.

“Don’t I always,” Maggie answered, returning the smile.

“It seems I have a little scheduling conflict,” Roy began, the casualness of his words causing Maggie’s caution lights to all come on.

“A scheduling conflict,” Maggie repeated.

“Well, it’s actually kind of simple,” the older man continued, “thinking I had a few hours to kill this afternoon, I sort of agreed to sit for an interview for one of those science fiction magazines.”

“And…”

“And now something else has…has come up you could say.”

With that, his gaze moved over her shoulder to something behind her. Maggie turned her head to find a very cute, twenty-something young man standing at the doorway. It was obvious from his expression that he was waiting for Roy, and not for an interview.

“You’re incorrigible,” Maggie laughed, trying to sound angry but failing miserably.

“No, just very horny,” he said in a soto voce tone as he moved close enough so that only she could hear him.

“So where do I find this person that was supposed to interview you?” Maggie asked.

“He’s waiting for me in the coffee shop off the lobby,” Roy answered, his face beaming at his little victory.

“All right, you go have your fun and I’ll go educate the masses once more about what a joy it was working on “Chronos II,” she relented.

“Bless you, dear,” Roy said, kissing her on the cheek as he waved to the young man in the door that he would only be a moment more.

“You better go before I forget how much I love you and come to my senses,” Maggie retorted.

“And I love you, darling,” Roy replied, “So much that I just wish you’d learn to take more advantage of your own opportunities.”

“Not all of have your adventurous spirit,” she replied, also asking him what the guy’s name was and how was she going to recognize him.

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Chapter 12: A New Friend

Monee sobbed and cried herself to sleep that night, and I was there to comfort her. I stayed by her bed and wiping away her tears as she drift off to an uneasy slumber. Afterward I return to my bedroom and give myself a good night of rest, the next morning I woke in as Monee knocked on my door ever so slightly. “Mr. Steve, meal morning you want?” she asked a few times before I finally answered her.

“Yes,” I responded and get off bed slowly, scratch my head a few times before I get dressed in a pair of Nike sport shorts and open the door to greet Monee. She bows as she sees that I am awake, I blinked my eyes a few times to adjust to the light shining through the windows, “Morning Monee, I trust you had a good night sleep?” I casually asked. She opened her lips a few times in silence but then nodded.

I smiled, did not want to press the issue and walk down the stairs with Monee close behind into the kitchen. There is a thick musky scent spreading through the morning breeze from her body, I inhaled deeply, and grinned wickedly. It has the same smell as her pussy juice; obviously Monee had tried to finger herself after she wakes up.

Today she wears a red saree topped with blouse of the same color. Her long hair as usual is well oiled and arranged into a single thick plait behind her back, and no matter how many times I have looked at her hair, it never fail to arouses me beyond reasoning. As Monee bent over to arrange the table, I walk up behind her and hug her tightly around her waist, my hard thick cock pressing against her buttocks.

She gasped and straightened up, lean back against my broad shoulder and muscular chest. I whispered to her ear, “I have news of your family, and my agent is gathering them together, and soon you can see them again Monee.”

Monee gasped and drew a deep breath, her family. She was just thinking about them last night, how could Steve had known that she was wishing so fervently to see them all again? After all these time, she would be very happy to even just to hear their voice over the phone.

I kissed her earlobe and speak softly, “My agent is gathering them together, clearing and getting the visas for them to visiting you here, I think you would be happy to see your parents, sisters, and brothers, right?”

Tears welled in her eyes as she thanked Steve for his kindness and generosity. Little did she know that under the comforting smile, I laughed to myself as the web of deception being deployed and that her family will be the tool of her final and complete submission, “Family knows one best, well, or so they say”. I laughed to myself as I held her in a tender moment that we both enjoy. The days passed quickly as Monee happily anticipating the arrival of her family.

During this time I took her out to get more saree and blouse. The sales girl, Sunita, is now quite familiar with us, and greeted us both with a sweet smile and gives Monee a hug. In return Monee hugged the younger woman and looked on her as a dear confident and a little sister.

She is but 22 years of age and has shoulder long curly stylish hair paired with very light brown complexion with a slight tan. Sunita is about the same height as Monee, but appeared to be taller since she wore heeled shoes. Her body is slim and appears to be quite athletic.

Today she dressed herself in a green Mumbai lehnga that is decorated with many embroidery and intricate patters. It is separated into two pieces, one the long skirt that goes all the way down to her ankles and the blouse with a long scarf that drapes elegantly over her right shoulder and left her flat, well tanned midriff exposed. She also arranged her hair neatly behind her head which make her quite a charming young lady to look upon, elegant yet warm.

When she takes Monee to the dressing room, she gets into the cubicle with her as well. Sunita helped Monee take off her saree and undergarments, Monee smiled at her friendliness and find that she is becoming quite fond of the young woman. While the two make small talks as Monee tries on more saree and blouses.

When Monee took off her bras, her huge soft brown tits were freed completely revealed to Sunita. The girl gasped with her hands involuntarily went up to her mouth in awe, she knew that Monee is quite well endowed, but never in her dreams would Monee be this, this huge breasted!

In the well lit and mirror walled cubicle, Sunita can see Monee’s body fully, the mature curvy figure made she feel her slim figure are so, so girly and that she is like a green apple compared to Monee’s ripe womanly charm. She looks down at her 36D tits and compared them with Monee’s assets. Even though her own breasts fits her slim 5’ 1” frame well and even looks very large on her, but when standing together with Monee, her firm breasts are like grape fruit sitting next to a watermelon.

“Oh, by the gods, Monee,” the girl gasped, her right hand covers her mouth in awe, speaking in Hindi, “By the Anadolu Yakası Escort gods you are so, so well endowed. Look at your tits. They are simply huge, no, they are gigantic.”

Monee smiled and cover her tits with her hands slightly, revealing a bit of her unshaven armpits and said, “The women in my family are mostly quite well developed, so I suppose it runs in the family.”

Sunita looked down at her slim figure and said, quite sadly, “I wish my tits are bigger and more like yours Monee. Mine are firm but seen so small compared to you, and I know men just love big tits like yours. And I bet Steve must love to fondle and squeeze them very much.” Sunita by now was a bit teary eyed as Monee noted how the girl’s voice changed when mentioning me, and thought that she might have a romantic interest in me since the first time she and me walk into the store.

Then she smiled and blushed hard as she let herself remember and relive those moments of lust when I would fuck her with my thick shaft and squeeze, maul her tits in my big hands that drive her over the edge to a mind numbing orgasm. The lust and passion when she let herself loose in my arms and opens her legs for my manhood, and letting me sucking hard on her tits, all those moments made her legs wobble and turn into jelly.

So deep was she in her own thoughts she did not notice that Sunita had taken off her green embroidery lehnga and is standing next to her naked like a new born babe. Under the light, Sunita looked at her body and compare her figure with Monee. She signed as she noted that her soft yet firm tits are in no place able to compete with Monee’s huge soft jugs, even though her tits are tipped with rosy nipples that are so sensitive to the touch.

Also, like many young girls today, Sunita had shaved her pussy clean because swimming and as she looked at her puffy young womanhood she can not help but to think what it would be like to be with Steve, the young gentleman who is always here with Monee and apparently, the man in both the older woman’s life and sex life.

Sunita let out another sign and said in a small voice that is only audible in the dressing room, “I really hope I have such a curvy figure like yours Monee, so that I can attract young man to me.” And in the girl’s mind she signed deeply and said, “But the one young man I wanted is with you and he did not even take notice of me.” Then she turned to Monee, hoping for some helpful comment from the older woman, but only finding her in a somewhat trance like state with eyes half closed and face flushed.

Deeply puzzled, Sunita tugged on Monee’s arm and asked, “Monee? Monee?”

Monee turned, and was wide eyed, greatly surprised to find the young girl naked and apparently comparing their figures in front of the mirror. Then she smiled at the young woman, hug her close and petting her cheeks lovingly, “Oh you are too young to worry about those things, Sunita, you are a beautiful young woman, men will be chasing after your like puppies,” Monee said it as a matter of fact, and made the girl giggled at the thought of puppies.

Then Sunita looked at Monee’s underarm and crotch, noticing how much hair there are, and she wondered if the older woman have had shaved at all. The girl offered enthusiastically, “Monee, would you like to shave your armpit and pussy? It would be much more comfortable in the heat and would not give you that heavy a scent on your body too.”

Monee gave it a bit thought and decided it would be a good idea to do so. With the help of Sunita, the two women giggled and tickling each other as the young woman carefully first soap Monee’s armpit and pussy in the rear bathroom of the store, then she begins to shave carefully with a razor. As Sunita shave the older woman’s armpits, she can not help herself but to admire the huge soft tits of the older woman. They look so full, so huge and so soft, she told herself, and look, her nipples are very fat, dark and yet sensitive to the touch, I bet Mr. Steve just loves to suck them hard.

Monee bits her lips and try not to move as the young woman shaves her armpits, and with every breath she takes, her chest heaved and her huge soft tits would go on wiggling mere inches from the girl’s pretty face. Sunita inhaled deeply, finding for herself it that even she, a woman can sense and being drawn to Monee’s womanly and even on a level, motherly charm.

No wonder Steve likes her, she told herself as she finished with shaving Monee’s right armpit and moving to the left. Carefully Sunita removed all of the older woman’s armpit hair and carefully rubbed some baby oil to prevent itching. After 10 minutes, the young woman washed Monee’s armpits with warm water and soap, and toweled them dry.

Then Sunita begins to soap Monee’s thick jungle of pussy hair, her fingers trailing and brushing against Monee’s plump cunt lips and clit as she rubs the soap thoroughly. Monee’s eyes closed and moaned in delight, her womanhood is so Bostancı Escort sensitive and right now she can feel the arousing rising inside her body from the young woman’s seemingly innocent touches.

She can feel Sunita’s fingers brushes gently against her clit and run slightly into her moist womanhood as the young woman soap her crotch to prepare her for the shaving. Sunita too felt a strange heat rising from her own clean shaven pussy as her fingers tell her that Monee’s pussy is so soft, plump and incredibly tight.

This feeling was new to Sunita as she never imagined that she would felt this way for another woman, especially a woman who is a lot older than she is. But she tells herself that it is all just a girl’s silliness and makes herself focus on helping Monee to shave. Slowly and carefully Sunita clean shaved the older woman’s body hairless just like hers.

After shaving, she rubbed baby oil on the older woman’s crotch to prevent itching and razor burn. In a kneeling position, Sunita found that she just can not help herself but to look at Monee’s very fat dark brown cunt lips and how alluring they are to even a young woman like herself.

Her eyes greedily taking in how ripe Monee’s womanhood is and how swollen the older woman’s clit is from her thoughts of the steamy fuck session with me. Sunita licked her lips, fighting and struggling with great difficulty to tear her eyes from Monee’s body and tell the older woman that everything is done. Monee smiled at the young woman and thanked her for the help.

Then Sunita gets up and pick up a large dry towel, turned to face Monee and begins to dry their bodies, and she can not help herself but to instinctively rubbing her tits against Monee’s. Monee’s face reddened, as she did not expect the young girl to do something like this. She knows that at times when men are away, women would need to, say comfort each other, but that mostly happens with widows or when husbands are away for extended period of time, which both are not applicable with Sunita. However, as Sunita keeps on rubbing their tits against each other, Monee can feel herself getting aroused as well.

Sunita lets go of the towel as she begin to feel the wetness between her thighs. Slowly, driven by instinct she knelt before Monee and begins to suckle on the woman’s huge tits and fat nipples. She suckled hard and her hands went up to cup Monee’s breasts then squeezing them tenderly like babes. Monee signed softly and hold the young girl close, caressing her and brushing her hair with her own fingers.

She begins to moan as she feels the wetness of her womanhood grow. Her hands begin to caressing Sunita’s firm breasts as well. Sunita lets go of Monee’s tits and stand up, her face flushed like Monee’s with sexual arousal, and a bit more shyness as she uses her hands to squeeze the older woman’s tits and rubbing on the moist, hair covered cunt.

Monee leaned against the wall as her vagina clenching around the girls probing fingers while her own hands explored Sunita’s tight pussy. She feels the young woman’s cunt squeezing around her 2 fingers so tight it is hard for her to withdraw while her other hand begin to pull and pinch on Sunita’s nipples. Both woman let out moans and are purring with delight as they worked harder to make each other achieve orgasm. With their fingers probing each other’s pussy and squeezing breasts, Sunita now looking at Monee in a new light as a lover and no longer jealous of her relationship with me, as she feels so close to the older woman and hoping that this can last longer.

The young woman closed her eyes as she feels Monee’s fingers pressed harder and deeper into her bald pussy and insistently rubbing against her clit. Skillfully Monee rubbed hard on the girl’s engorged clit and probed her pussy deeply, making the already aroused young woman let out a cry as she begin to quiver in her first lesbian orgasm.

Monee kept probing and rubbing the girl’s pussy until Sunita collapsed on the floor, her body still shaking from the orgasm. Monee slowly sit down on the floor and guide the young woman’s mouth to her own densely haired mounds, and Sunita immediately begin to lick Monee’s cunt, licking and sucking on the older woman’s clit while she works her fingers on Monee’s tight rose bud and hard nipples. Sunita slurped hungrily at Monee’s cunt and eagerly, greedily swallow mouthfuls of the older woman’s nectar.

She tried to press her wet tongue into Monee’s pussy and sucking out all the moisture that flooded her new lover’s pussy. Letting out a cry of ecstasy, Monee caressed the younger woman’s body as her vagina spasm and begin to climax from the stimulation. Sunita eagerly licked Monee’s pussy and slurping up all the wetness from the older woman’s climaxing cunt. She felt so good with the older woman and the orgasm she received was better than what she had ever experienced before.

Satisfied, Sunita and Monee hugged each other as they enjoy the mutual afterglow Erenköy Escort with more caressing and fondling. Sunita lays her head against Monee’s huge soft tits while Monee caressing her young body. She purred in delight like a kitten and curled in Monee’s arms. Monee looks down at the body of the young woman, now quite lovingly as she gently caress the girl’s shoulder long hair.

She can tell that the young woman has now grown very fond of her and she smiled, and telling herself that she would indeed enjoy this relationship, “If my lord husband permits it, of course.” And maybe, she thought, maybe she will become a member of the household. The young woman is certainly very beautiful, attractive and unwed, thus available for a proposal, and with their relationship, they will not fight for my favor, but will share it.

Then Monee noticed the time and look down at Sunita before teasingly give the girl a slight slap on the buttocks, telling her that she should not let me wait too long out there. After quickly getting themselves dressed, the two walk out the dressing room. Both are giggling and face flushed as they walked toward me, and Monee smiled, telling me that they are finished and Sunita was a very BIG help.

Sunita blushed as I smiled and thanked her, then giving her my business card that has both my house and cell phone number printed on, telling her that if she would like to meet me or Monee, she can call us anytime.

The young woman was stunned at her good luck, and stammered that she will “definitely” call us. Then I turned to Monee, smiling softly, “And Monee, you can go out with Sunita during your free time if you wish. I know it is best you have some WOMAN friends here.”

I especially stressed the point of woman while talking with her and enjoying the surprised look of, “HE KNOWS,” that both woman have on their faces. Monee beamed and smiled, telling Sunita that she will be waiting for her call, and whispered to the young woman affectionately that she would love to have her as a close woman friend, and giggled when the girl blushed and muttered that she will love that as well.

We left the store in good spirit after paying for the saree, blouse and some undergarments. That evening, we enjoyed a good Japanese dinner before going back home with out bellies full, and go to rest early that night. The next day Monee begins to prepare for her family’s arrival, even though it will be another week before they arrive at the airport. Life is quiet and peaceful.

During the night as I bath, Monee would wash me from head to toe in the large whirl tub and I would always suckle on her huge soft tits and she would gasp and hold my head to her ample breasts as her hands wash my body. Monee is submissive, and with my manipulations, she now becomes very submissive to me and me alone, and by the time her family arrives, she will look and behave normally except that inside she is a slave to me, and I the master to her, all except the final step, to cut her off from her family for that is one thing she still harbor hopes in India.

During the week Sunita and Monee would call each other, and chatting happily, sometimes even go out for a good meal and some fun shopping as well. Sunita was very happy with Monee and quite open to talk about what she feels for her as well. The two could spend hours drinking tea and having biscuits, and of course, chatting for hours no end. The topics of their nearly endless chattering are of fashion, jewelries, and of course, their love life.

One afternoon, the two meets in my place as I am working upstairs and Monee happily greeted the girl and invite her into the house. Monee was dressed in a simple cream white shalwar kameez with her hair arranged in a loose plait on the left side. Furthermore, she is completely naked underneath the thin cloth and her very prominent chest would heave and jiggle with every move she makes.

Sunita on the other hand is dressed in a pair of skin tight black leather pants topped with white blouse with a silken scarf around her neck. She looks very much different from the traditional looking yet attractive girl in the fashion store, but still a stunning beauty. She smiled at Monee and hugged her in mutual greetings before she looks at the older woman more closely.

Gone was the mangal sutra and maang, Monee now dressed as a single woman who is unwed, which in Hindu culture is not only unusual, but abnormal, and Sunita was to say simply, very surprised, though not shocked as some might.

After sitting themselves comfortably in the family room as Monee serves tea and some hand foods, Sunita told Monee that she have had young men asking her out and even went as far as proposing marriage to her, but she just was not interested till she saw me walked in the store with Monee. “Monee, are you and Steve married? I mean…I do not mean to pry, but, I…”

Sunita murmured to the older woman as she tries to get clear the nature of my relationship with Monee. Obviously Sunita feels torn in half, she loves Monee dearly but at the same time, she fantasizes me to be with her. And at times, a wild idea arises in the girl, “Why not share me with Monee,” she thought to herself sometimes, “Certainly Monee would not object. Or would she?”

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This true story continues. Having discovered how much woman my aunt really is, and how often I can get it up for her, we go out on the town for a special night together, but there’s a surprise to come. Enjoy.

*

After I made myself presentable for the finest of the city’s restaurants, and to meet Suzanne’s expectations (I must say myself that “I looked damned good!” I just hoped she agreed.)

Her instructions had been to bring the car around to the front of the students’ residence and wait for her to come down. I had rushed a bit to get ready just so I would be waiting when she came out. I needn’t have worried. Suzanne, it seemed, understood the value of anticipation. Anticipate I did, for over 40 minutes! ‘Where in the hell was she?’ I kept wondering. Had she changed her mind? Had something gone wrong? Could she simply be that slow?

I had parked so I could watch the entranceway almost directly ahead, slightly to the driver’s side. I saw a movement in the lobby — there she was! Nope. It was a very young looking coed heading out for a run… she looked I stared at her every step she took, and then she was gone — perfect butt and all. It was a wonderful moment, but I really did want Suzanne.

And then she was coming out of the door. She walked slowly, almost carefully, taking each step very intentionally and giving me every opportunity to appreciate why the wait had been worthwhile.

Suzanne wore my favourite look — how had she known?

Her outfit defined ‘business sexy’ in a way that I had never experienced. Sure, I had seen lots of very sexy women dressed to impress in work suits and heels, but this was something altogether different.

I stared, mouth agape she told me later, starting from the top of her head. She had brushed out her hair until it was fairly glowing in the light of a waning sun. As she moved her head, her hair cascaded across her face and she’d flick her head slightly and it would all be in place perfectly again.

Her face was made up just right so as to look fantastic without being obvious. She wore some very stylish and very expensive looking sunglasses that perfectly suited her face. (This woman understood fashion, and her own appeal — she knew just how to create the look she wanted.)

Suzanne was wearing a short, tailored jacket that just reached her belt. The colour was a deep, rich burgundy that brought out the red in her hair and the glow in her skin. The jacket was designed to stay open to highlight what was underneath. Good thing, too, as she wore a very pale, loose-fitting blouse with a collar but worn open-necked; there were at least three buttons not fastened which gently teased your eyes down from her throat to the luscious two-string pearl necklace and past down to a beautifully tanned cleavage. I could almost tell that she wore no bra, nor a camisole. I did not expect auntie Suzanne to be taking her blazer off in public, not with those amazing nipples of hers that would certainly raise their heads at any whiff of freedom.

The matching skirt to the suit blazer was also simple but perfectly fitted. Styled as a modified pencil skirt there was a slight tapering near the waist and the length a bit on the short side; about four inches above her knees. Over the right thigh was a slit that went up her leg, stopping just below the fold of her hip.

Suzanne wore no stockings — her perfect tan was all she needed for colouring. Her legs were as smooth as I remembered them under my hands.

And like any perfectly presented business woman, Suzanne wore the perfect fuck-me pumps. They were a brilliant red that demanded attention. A sexy stiletto heel of about five inches tightened her calves and pushed Suzanne’s buttocks into a bit more prominence. Toe was strongly pointed removing any suggestion that this pump was a conservative shoe. These most definitely had the ‘come hither’ look of great women’s shoes. (Suzanne later told me they were Louboutin’s and had cost almost eight hundred dollars. Fuck me indeed!)

As Suzanne approached the car she paused briefly, but only to pirouette for my benefit, showing off her perfect look. My mouth went dry, “could this really be mine for the night?”

I jumped out of the car and raced to the passenger side so that I could help my Suzanne into the seat. She reached out and gave me a peck on the cheek, “thank you, Paul. You are indeed a gentleman.”

She sat carefully as I held the door for her. With almost no effort, she swivelled her hips, knees tightly together and placed her perfect legs and shoes carefully into the car. “Thank you, young man,” she added.

I tried my best to be nonchalant as I walked around back to the driver’s side. I could not tell if she could see my bulging pants, but I somehow hoped not (yet).

We arrived at the restaurant and were seated right away. On our way through the room I could see that almost every eye followed her all the way, including more than one woman, too. As we walked, she reached back to take my hand, claiming Maltepe Escort me, I suppose.

We spent the next two hours having a delicious dinner with great service and most surprising to me, wonderful conversation. My aunt was really quite well-read and easily balanced my every contribution with her own.

“I don’t think I have ever had such a terrific date, auntie Suzanne,” I told her.

“Me too, my young nephew,” said, very quietly.

As we stood up to get going a boorish drunk from a nearby table made his way towards us. Not quite slurring, he said to my aunt, “what are you doing with that boy — you need a real man!”

“Like you, I suppose,” she responded with a smirk on her lips.

“You bet, honey,” as he leaned in to plant a kiss on Suzanne. I would not have guessed in a hundred years what would happen, but apparently my aunt had received some self-defense training. She simply moved to her right, took his extended arm and with a smooth, swift move, had him on his butt on the floor.

Then, standing over him, she took my face in both her hands and planted an amazing, wet and sloppy kiss, tongue and all, on my mouth. Looking down at the bum she let him know she’d already decided who would walk her out: “… you never had a chance, you lush!”

Leaving the restaurant hand in hand, I told Suzanne that she had really impressed me with that boor, but even more with her personality and intelligence.

“Wait ’til you find out what else I can do,” she responded.

My pants tightened slightly, yet again. (For anyone wondering about these constant erection challenges I faced, just remember, I was a healthy, virile 20-year-old. Hardons were simply part of life!)

We walked a few blocks over to a club I was sure Suzanne would enjoy. It had an amazing DJ and what could be the perfect dance floor: large, lit perfectly, and sprung for really wild antics. The music was mostly contemporary but the DJ occasionally threw in some great jazz and other less mainstream hits. The effect was always a good time for everyone in the club, plus lots and lots of amazing women dancing their asses off. Suzanne would fit right in.

It was already late in the evening, but this club had hours to go before lights out. We settled down at a small table, ordered drinks and jumped on to the dance floor right away. I don’t think we left for at least an hour, except to get an occasional sip of a drink — we were there to have fun, not get drunk so mostly, we danced.

Suzanne was a most adept dancer, and had stamina that pushed me to the limit. She yelled into my ear “all those yoga workouts have given me a lot of energy.”

Watching Suzanne gyrate and move around the dance floor was exciting, but I just barely kept up. She could move her hips independently of everything else. And she could do it all on those amazing fuck-me heels. I loved every moment of the show I was getting.

By now the room had gotten quite hot and moist so upon returning to our table, Suzanne slipped off her jacket, leaving it on the back of her chair. To her credit, she was not even sweating yet, but that would change.

When we got back on the dance floor, Suzanne once again put on a show, but this time it was much more widely popular. Her ample breasts, nipples now starting to show through the almost translucent fabric, were a show all unto their own. With hips swivelling and legs always moving, Suzanne was becoming the centre of attention. A few couples stopped dancing and openly watched us dance (yea, right, “us”). I could see from the glow in Suzanne’s face and the shine in her eyes that she was entirely aware of the effect she was having on the other couples.

By now her blouse had become moist and everything was on show. I could clearly see her diamond-hard nipples poking the fabric out of shape; we could also see her dark areola and the curve between her breasts. There was little left to the imagination.

Before the song was over, Suzanne took my hand and pulled me towards her, pressing her damp chest against mine, and giving me another mind-blowing kiss. I was pretty sure she was showing off for the other couples, something of a “look what I have, girls!”

I loved it all.

When we got back to the table there was another couple already seated there. I was going to kick them out, but Suzanne was far more sophisticated than that. She introduced us and asked if we could buy them a drink.

Apparently, Suzanne had made some sort of contact with the woman while dancing, something I sure did not know about and I am pretty certain, neither did her husband. As Suzanne went to get us another round, the woman patted the bench beside her and said, “make yourself at home here… beside me.”

Though I hesitated, her smiling eyes and look sat me down as instructed. She introduced herself as Eva, took my hand into hers and pulled me forward to plant a lovely, moist kiss on my cheek. “And this is my husband, Ray. Ray looked in my direction and grunted a ‘hello’ Ümraniye Escort or something to that effect — he was already pretty drunk and not too interested in anything. He just watched the dance floor and kept time with little nods of his head.

By now, Suzanne had returned carrying our drinks. She put the tray on the table and slid right in beside me, squeezing me even closer to Eva. This was not such a bad thing, let me tell you, being tightly ‘stuck’ between two very hot and well-endowed women.

Suzanne introduced herself to Evan and Ray and promptly asked Eva to join her on the dance floor. I was not invited; Ray did not notice. I watched.

Eva was about 5 foot 10 and was wearing six-inch stilettos so she towered over Suzanne. The contrast in height was nothing compared to their skin: Suzanne a golden tan that fairly glowed in the club lights while Eva was a deep chocolate brown with skin was a smooth as chocolate on a hot day.

Eva wore a bright red knitted sleeveless dress with a deep cowl neck that only hinted at what it hid. The dress was very short, giving her amazing legs total freedom as she danced. Loose-fitting as it was, the hem would occasionally flip up a bit during a twirl to show just a hint of this woman’s perfectly proportioned ass. I could almost see a cheek peeking out when that happened.

From those perfect legs rose strong, muscular thighs, glistening with perspiration as they disappeared behind the hem of her skirt. Her hips were generous and suited her figure (and her terrific butt) perfectly. A smallish waist led my eye gently towards Eva’s bosom.

These were BREASTS! certainly not tits, not even boobs. This woman was wearing a bra but that was a necessity because of her very generous mounds. Next to Suzanne’s ample boobs, and trust me, those were as much as I could have asked for, Eva’s appeared at least half again larger. She was a bigger woman, but Eva’s proportions were very close to Suzanne’s. A perfectly matching pair of hot older women. I was already looking ahead to a fantasy coming true — yea, like we’d have a threesome. Right!

Though I was totally enamoured with my aunt, in total lust actually, up against Eva, I must say she might be facing some real competition.

I don’t think competition was in the cards as the two women were getting along great… dancing a slow dance and holding each other as any two lovers might. I couldn’t believe it!

After the next song the two women came back to the table arm in arm, both dripping with perspiration. As they reached for their drinks I held out a handkerchief to Suzanne so she could wipe off. Instead, she leaned across me to Eva and gently wiped her friend’s face instead. She then slid her hand and the cloth down along her throat and beneath the fabric of Eva’s collar. I know my eyes were wide with wonder, and of course, my manhood was once again making its way into tent pole position.

Eva took the cloth from Suzanne’s hand, looked directly into my eyes, and slipped the cloth over my lover’s skin, easily moving between her breasts in the gaping space of Suzanne’s blouse. As she did this, Suzanne was leaning towards me, resting her hand directly on my crotch, grasping the shaft firmly.

I am sure Eva had not noticed and to be sure, I got a bit nervous (I was still so naive, wasn’t I?)

Without a word about what I had just witnessed, Eva an Suzanne started chatting, bringing me into their conversation right away. I discovered that Eva had been a dance instructor for many years and was in fact still teaching. Her background was as a cheerleader for a Canadian CFL team while in her twenties.

“Do you know how old Eva is, Paul?” asked Suzanne

I knew better than to guess and confidently offered “don’t care, as long as she looks THAT good!”

All Eva did was to smile and say to me “that’s very sweet of you to say, Paul, but I am fifty this week.)

I was dumbstruck. This really blew my mind. “Fifty?” I stammered “not a chance.”

We did not play the show-me-your-ID thing, but she assured me that 50 was the right number. All I could do was listen to my heart pounding with excitement. Suzanne then offered up a fact of her own: “Do you know who Paul is, Eva?”

“Just a hot young university student, I suppose — you lucky wench!”

Suzanne smiled. I wondered. Then I got another shock.

“Paul is my nephew,” she offered.

I just sat there. Mute and stock still. Here I was starting to get along with this new older woman and Suzanne was making things awfully difficult. How could she say that to a stranger!?

I need not have worried. Eva replied with: “You’re a lucky aunt, Suzanne. Are you lovers?”

Suzanne proceeded to tell her the tale of our very long day. She talked about seducing me in the car, showing off her oral and handjob skills and even mentioned how she’d completely controlled me during her exhibitionist shower.

Eva appeared surprised, but was not at all bothered by any of the story. “Have İstanbul Escort you fucked him yet,” she asked.

“Actually, pretty much everything but,” said Suzanne.

“What’s his cock like?”

I had not noticed, but Suzanne had never let go of my erection. She motioned down to my crotch with her eyes and said, “give it a feel, Eva.”

Which Eva did. I had two of the sexiest women I had ever seen, let alone played with, holding my cock through my pants. Amazingly, I think it got even bigger.

“Nice, cock, Paul,” said Eva.

It was around this time that I recalled Eva’s husband Ray who was an arm’s reach away. Fuck! What the hell was I doing? I could die here, I thought.

Before I knew what I was doing, I squirmed and pushed the two hands off my lap and whispered to Suzanne, “isn’t Ray going to notice?”

So Suzanne says, out loud, “do you think Ray minds what we’re doing here?”

I was ready to die. She’d said it loud enough for Ray to hear. Eva replied, “No, Ray’s cool with my needs, as long as he gets his drinking in.”

Ray looked towards us but did not say anything. I sat there frozen.

That’s when Eva began to talk about Ray and how the two of them had met. Ray, it turned out, was a retired CFL lineman. He and Eva had met when she was senior cheerleader for his team. She was 19 at the time and he had been in his thirties. They had been together ever since then and had a very strong marriage, one that offered occasional dalliances for each of them.

I should describe Ray a bit. He stood a full six inches taller than his wife and was still built like a professional football player, albeit slightly less bulky and muscled. His arms were the size of my legs, it looked like, and he still looked in shape though he must have been in his sixties.

Eva leaned over to Ray, leaned on his lap just as Suzanne had done, and whispered a few words in his ear.

“Sure, let’s go,” he replied.

Eva must have set this up with Suzanne prior, because when Ray said what he did, Suzanne stood up and helped pull me off the bench, then did the same for Eva. Ray went out the other side, but not very easily. He was obviously quite drunk and only just able to walk straight on his own. Eva took his arm, and reached out to the two of us and pulled us along.

We regrouped outside the club, a bit nervous all around I think as no one really knew what was happening now. Suzanne was holding her jacket over one arm as the cool night air hit us. Her nipples instantly went rigid, pressing out against the moist fabric of her blouse. We were all watching as we noticed this happening. Not a word, but three big smiles as we looked up to Suzanne’s face. “Like that, do you?” she offered.

Eva stood straight up and took in a deep breath of the fresh air. As she did this, her bosom rose and pushed out into even more prominence. This time it was Suzanne’s turn to compliment the other woman, “you have the most spectacular tits, Eva.”

“Thank you, I can’t wait to see yours up close.”

Now we knew what was coming.

We took a taxi to Ray and Eva’s home.

They had a house in the Oak Bay area, an old residence dating back to Victoria’s early days. Sitting on a large, well-tended lot, the home was historic but fully modernized. Walking in we were greeted by a large, simply furnished atrium. There were fresh flowers all around and some modern art on the walls. But the room was dominated by a very traditional curved wooden stairway that took you up to the second floor.

We did not stay long in the entranceway. Eva took our jackets and we left our shoes and then all four of us went up the stairs. Ray was first and though stumbling, made it on his own. He was followed by Eva who walked with Suzanne side by side. I brought up the rear, and I really mean that. I could tell the women were walking slowly on purpose because there were whispering to each other and would occasionally look back to make sure I was following.

I watched those two perfect, but contrasting butts as they led me up the stairs. Both Suzanne and Eva had kept their heels on, all the better for me. I could see Suzanne’s perfect ass rising out of her long legs and luscious thighs, but as much as I was appreciating that view, I could not turn away from Eva’s show for more than a few seconds.

In contrast to Suzanne, Eva was wearing a shorter dress, had the same beautiful legs that did not disappear under her dress. Instead, I could see all the way up her thighs to her naked buttocks. The woman was not wearing any underwear, and had not been all night I was sure!

“How’s the view back there,” asked Suzanne.

“Lovely. Can you both walk slower, please?” I was developing more confidence alright.

By the time we three had reached the top of the stairs, Ray was disappearing behind a large double door at the end of the hall.

“Will you join me in the bedroom,” asked Eva, not expecting an answer. She took us each by the hand and led us down the same hall towards the same doors.

As we crossed the threshold I looked around to see where Ray had gone. To be honest, I did not really want to have another man involved. I had never seen another guy’s cock (hard that is) and it was not really in my fantasy.

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This is the sequel to Amy and the Professor.

A week passed after I’d used Amy in every way I’d wanted to. I’d been true to my word, in that she now had an A for the last exam. And, to my daily pleasure, she had kept her word, never forgetting to wear a cute skirt to class and to sit in the front row.

There was one difference however, since the reason for wearing the skirts was now known, Amy made sure that when I was sitting at my desk, I had a wonderful view of the cute panties she was wearing. Other than those delightful little glimpses, we did nothing to suggest that we had anything other than a student/professor relationship.

One evening a couple of days into the next week, as I had just finished cleaning off my desk and was about to leave for the day, there was a knock on the door. I said, “Come in, the doors not locked.”

The door opened and Amy walked in, and right behind her was Lisa, another one of my students from Amy’s class. While Amy stood about 5’3″, Lisa was just a touch over 5′. They differed in other ways too: Lisa was a brunette while Amy was a strawberry blond; and, Amy had beautiful D cup breasts, while Lisa’s were a small B cup; finally Lisa was cute, while Amy was beautiful.

While I much preferred Amy, I thought that Lisa would be a tasty little morsel.

Most exciting of all, were the short skirts and see-through blouses they were both wearing. Plus, this time it wasn’t sandals but stockings and high heels that adorned their legs and feet.

I asked them both to take a seat in the two chairs in front of my desk and then I got up and walked over and closed and locked the door to my office.

Returning to my seat, I asked, “And, my sweet Amy, to what do I owe this delightful visit?”

“Professor, Sir, Lisa came to me a couple of days ago and shared that she won’t be able to graduate unless she passes your course. She said she didn’t know what she was going to do, that she couldn’t afford to spend another semester here. I told her that you often took pity on special cases and that I was sure something could be worked out.”

“Now Amy, you shouldn’t have given Lisa the expectation that something could be worked out … you should have talked to me first. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. …

“However, I will admit that you two young ladies look very cute … I love those skirts, especially how they look when you are wearing stockings.”

Turning to Lisa, I said, “Lisa, a special case demands a strong commitment on your part. Are you willing to do whatever is necessary in order to earn the grade you desire?”

“Yes, Professor Bradley, whatever you ask of me I will gladly do.”

“We’ll, let’s begin.” Then in a commanding voice I said, “First, when you are in my office you will not call me Professor Bradley, I am to be called, Professor or Sir. Do you understand?”

Lisa lowered her eyes, and quietly replied, “Yes Sir, I understand.”

“And, you will not lower eyes when you talk to me. You will look into my eyes so that I may see your commitment to my commands. Do you understand?”

Lisa quickly looked up, once again, replying, “Yes sir.”

I looked over at Amy, smiled, saying, “Baby, you’ve brought me a cute one who learned, much quicker than you, the importance of following my directions without question.”

“Yes Sir. I hope I have pleased you, Sir.”

“Yes Baby, I am very well pleased.”

“Lisa, in my presence you will mostly be called by a name of endearment to show that I care for you, Amy is my sweet Baby, you will be my little Princess. Does that please you?”

“Sir, it more than pleases me, it is exciting for me to be your little Princess.”

“Baby, you have truly brought me a very special one … I suspect that you have prepared her just for me.”

“Yes Professor, as a gift to you, I made sure that your little princess would know just how to respond to your commands.”

I leaned back in my chair and thought, Well, this is a wonderful surprise. … Just how am I going to have my way with these two, hot, little college girls?… Well … I might as well get a better look at my new little princess.

“Princess, stand up and turn around for me, I want to see that cute little body of yours.”

Lisa immediately stood and slowly turned around.

I smiled with approval and noticed Amy’s matching smile as she saw that I approved of this sweet little package.

I said, “Princess, come over to me I want to see your panties and touch that sweet little ass … “

Lisa came around my desk, turned her back and bent over, so I could get a real good look and feel. She was wearing my favorite, little silky panties.

Again, I looked over at Amy, still smiling, obviously very pleased with my delight with the new toy she’d brought me. We both knew Lisa was just a play thing … for us both to play with. Our commitment was to each other and each other’s pleasure.

“Princess take off your blouse, I want to see your bra and those Anadolu Yakası Escort cute little breasts.”

“Yes, Sir, whatever you say Professor,” and she quickly took off her blouse and tossed it aside.

She was wearing my favorite, a silky little bra with no seams on top.

“Baby, come here. I want you to see these cute little breasts. They don’t compare to yours, but they look like a lot of fun.”

Amy came right over and we both began to touch and massage Lisa’s little breasts. That was very exciting … I loved watching Amy play with Lisa’s breasts. I’ll have to get these two baby’s of mine together, I thought.

“Baby, take off your blouse, too.” Amy’s blouse came quickly off and was also tossed aside.

“Both of you, stand here, right in front of me, I want to compare your breasts.”

They both quickly stood in front of me and I sat back and took my time looking over this wonderful surprise that had dropped in on me this afternoon. They both were wearing: high heels; thigh high stockings; cute little plaid skirts, and sexy bras … a sight to behold.

I reached and touched both Amy’s and Lisa’s breasts, pinching each nipple, loving the feel of their breasts through their silky bras.

Then, … “Turn around and bend over.”

Initially, they were confused … Not sure who I was talking to, “Both of you, right now!”

They both turned around and bent over … There, easily within arm’s reach were two of the cutest bottoms I’d ever seen. I couldn’t help myself, I had to touch those sweet asses.

After a few minutes of pleasure as I massaged, squeezed, and spanked those two bottoms, I said, “Spread your legs, I want to feel your pussies.”

They both started to pull their panties down, assuming I wanted them to, “No, leave your panties on. I will tell you when I want you to take them off.”

They pulled their panties back up and spread their legs … I massaged their pussies and thought, God, how I love the feel of these pussies through the silky panties.

It was hard to control myself, I wanted Lisa to straddle and fuck me, while Lisa sat on my face, facing Amy, so I could I eat her pussy while the two of them deep kissed each other. But … there was more to do … that exciting action would have to wait.

“I want you to kiss each other. I want passionate, deep, full mouth kissing.” They looked at each other, hesitating.

In a commanding voice, I said, “What are you waiting for? Start kissing, right now!”

I sat back and watched them kiss, loving the tentative beginning and its morph into long, deep, passionate kisses. It was so erotic, it took my breath away. Soon their hands were exploring each other’s bodies. As I watched, I instinctively began stroking my cock through my pants.

After awhile, I decided, it was time for Lisa’s real initiation. I stroked my goatee and thought. This time we do it without the blindfold. Then, I reached into the bottom drawer of my desk and pulled the three lengths of rope that I’d tied Amy down with a little over a week ago,

I stood up, walked over to the two girls and said, “Princess raise your hands above your head and clasp them together. “

She was so sexually excited that she followed my instructions immediately. Almost without thinking.

As I tied her hands together I had another thought, She is so good at taking suggestions … It would be fun to use hypnosis to see if I could turn her into a present for my Sweet Baby Girl. I was determined to make this happen.

“Baby, I’m taking our sweet princess over to the desk, help me tie her down. That only took a couple of minutes, first we took off her skirt, panties and bra, leaving her stockings and high heels on. Then we secured her in the same way I’d secured Amy earlier, except this time I put a pillow under Lisa’s butt … her pussy needed to be up higher for what I had in mind.

Then, as before, I stepped back and looked at, what was this time, our handiwork. “Baby come here and look at our little princess all tied down … ready to be played with; used to our hearts content.”

Amy joined me and we stood there together, looking at Lisa from the bottom up her legs tied down, her pussy fully exposed, her belly and then her tiny breasts, up to her face, which had a look of contentment on it.

“Baby, I believe she likes being tied down almost as much as you did.”

“I agree … from the look on her face, it sure looks like it. Can I play to, Professor? I’ve been dreaming about having some fun with this cute little body.”

“That’s my plan, Baby … to begin we will share this sweet little morsel. This is what we’re going to do. You’re going to help me undress and then spend some time sucking my cock … I want you to suck it over there right next to the desk, close to her face, so she can watch you and get even more excited.

“Yes, Professor, I’ve been dreaming about sucking your cock every night since we were together, it will be so good to feel it in Pendik Escort my mouth, and down my throat again.”

“Then Baby, I will undress you and spend some time playing with your sweet body. Again I want our tied down little princess to watch as I pleasure you. Watch as I suck on your tits … Oh baby, I just remembered I’ve got a surprise for you in my desk.” I went around to the back of my desk, opened the top drawer and pulled out my surprise.

“Baby, I think you’ll like these,” and I showed her a pair of nipple clamps, with a gold chain hanging between them.

“Professor, Sir! How did you know I love nipple clamps?”

“I suspected as much when you almost came every time I played rough with your nipples. I’m delighted that you like them. I’ll attach them when the time is right, Baby.”

After I’ve played with you for awhile Baby … licked your sweet pussy and kissed you deeply … with our little princess watching everything. Then, Baby, I want you to straddle her face so she can lick your pussy. I will be fucking her at the same time.”

Then I will throat fuck her while you lick her pussy and, hopefully, make her cum … I’m hoping it will be the best she’s ever experienced. After that … well … we’ll see.

And with that said, I grabbed my sweet baby and kissed her deeply. Then I took off my shirt as Amy undid my belt and the buttons of my jeans. My pants fell to the floor, and, as usual I was going commando style … no underpants to deal with. Then I sat on my desk close to Lisa’s head, and relaxed while Amy took off my shoes and socks.

Then she began to suck me. She knew I loved to be sucked while she was still dressed in her skirt and bra … God, how I loved it. She’d been practicing and took my cock all the way in with no trouble whatsoever. I, again, marveled at how much her throat felt like a cunt. And it dawned on me how easy it would be cum when I was deep in her throat. … But … no … I liked to play, much more than I liked to cum.

I glanced at Lisa, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of us. She licked her lips every time Amy swallowed my cock. Once I heard her whimper and then she asked, “Professor, please let me suck on your cock?”

“Not yet, my little Princess, right now, I want you to watch my sweet Baby sucking on it. … patience Princess, you will have your turn.”

“Yes Sir, I will be patient.”

Not too much later, “Okay Baby, it’s my turn. But give me a big, wet kiss first.”

Amy, stood up and fell into my arms, giving me the biggest, wettest, kiss I could imagine. “Thank you Sir, for letting me service your cock … I was afraid that you would want your new little princess to service you first.”

“Baby, you will always come first with me.”

Then I slowly undressed her, taking time to plant sweet kisses on the most sensitive places. When she was undressed (I left her stockings on), I put her on the desk, again right next to Lisa, pulled her ass to the edge of the desk and pushed her back so she her head rested on Lisa’s belly. Then I spread her legs and dove right in. I’ve never tasted a pussy as sweet as Amy’s I could eat her for hours and not get tired. I sucked and licked her clit … rubbing my tongue over it, pulling on it with my lips, then I put two fingers up inside of her cunt, searching for the sweet, rough, spot and finding it. Then I went to town. … she moaned, gasped, squealed, then her legs wrapped around my head and she cried out, “Oh my God! Oh my … yes, yes, yeeeessss! And she came

I stood up, pulled her forward again, and put my cock inside of her. And, very slowly, I began putting it in and pulling it out … almost all the way out.

“Sir, faster please … Sir, I want to cum again and I’m so close … Please faster Sir … Please.”

“Beg me Baby, Beg me to fuck you faster. Beg me to pound my cock into you, so you can come again. Beg me, Baby.”

She gasped, “Professor Sir, please, please, please fuck me harder and faster, please Professor … please, I want to cum … Please, please, please, I am so close to cumming … please faster and harder.”

I obliged her, and began fucking her as fast and as hard as I could … pounding her, thrusting my cock ever deeper into her sweet cunt.

It didn’t take long before Amy began to scream, “Oh God … God … Oh yes, yes yes … Professor I’m cummmmmmming!!!!!” And her legs wrapped around me tight pulling me as close to her, as deep into her as was possible. I thought I heard an echo as Amy was screaming, but I was too focused to look around … all I wanted to see was her beautiful face as she came … the look was one of pure ecstasy … I loved seeing it.

I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. “Was that good, Baby?”

“The best Professor, Sir, nobody makes me cum like you do … promise you will fuck me forever. Promise me, please.”

“I promise to fuck you as long as I can and as long as you want me to, Baby. That’s all I can promise.” Then, I kissed her again.

I Kurtköy Escort glanced at Lisa, her eyes were rolled back in her head, her tongue was hanging out, and she was moaning from someplace deep in her body. “Are okay my little Princess?” I asked.

Her eyes came into focus and she gasped, “I came when Amy came … I’ve never come without touching myself before, but this time I came with Amy. … God it was wonderful, I’ve never cum so hard before.”

I quickly realized that Lisa had been the echo I’d heard, when she’d come at the exact same time that Amy came. … Will wonders never cease.

“Okay baby, it’s time to play with our sweet little princess. But first …” I grabbed the nipple clamps and, first kissing and licking each of Amy’s nipples I attached the clamps as she moaned softly. I tugged on the chain a bit and she jumped at me, kissing me deeply.

“Oh God Professor, that is so erotic, both pleasure and pain at the same time … thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“My pleasure baby … I can’t wait to tug on the chain while I’m fucking you baby.”

“Oh yes, please Professor.”

“All in good time baby, but first, we have to take care of our little princess.

Amy straddled Lisa’s face, facing me; and Lisa began licking Amy as soon as Amy’s pussy was on her mouth. When I was ready, I began fucking Lisa … she was so wet. Then I reached toward Amy and said, “Kiss me Baby!” Amy threw her arms around be and pulled me to her; our mouths came together with intense passion. With all the fucking and the licking and kissing going on … God, it was wonderful.

Amy buried her head in my shoulder, kissing my neck as Lisa really got into the swing of things, in the meantime I was pumping harder and faster which resulted in loud moans in between licks.

This was very erotic and went on for quite some time, put I wasn’t finished, “Baby … It’s time for you to lick our little princesses pussy, while I mouth fuck her … I think she’s ready for that. … Aren’t you my little Princess?”

Yes, Sir. Please fuck me in the mouth … I want your cock in my mouth I will take all that I can Professor … but I’ve never been mouth fucked before. Please Professor I want to try, please Sir, please mouth fuck me.”

I looked over at Amy, smiled, and said, “Baby, you really got this little one ready for me, didn’t you?

“Yes Sir. Are you pleased that I prepared in advance so she would want to pleasure you in just the way you like to be pleasured?”

“Yes Baby, you are a very good girl, you’ve made your Professor very happy.”

As I straddled Lisa’s head and placed my cock in her mouth, Amy was already hard at work eating her pussy out. I began mouth fucking her she wasn’t able to take my cock all the way in, but she was trying her best. It was fun, but Amy was so much better. Lisa needed much more training.

Lisa’s moans, although muffled by my cock in her mouth, got louder and more frequent. Then, all of a sudden my cock was pushed out of her mouth as Lisa screamed, “God, yes. God, God, yes, yes, yeeessss!” And she came with an intensity that I’m sure she’d never experienced before.

I looked back at Amy and she looked up at me, her face was soaked and she wore a sly but sweet smile, “Professor,” she said, “she’s a squinter. … You might want to make her cum again, this time for you … it’s a very interesting experience.”

I continued mouth fucking Lisa for a while more, while Amy lapped up her juices and finger fucked her. Then I said, “Baby, I’ll do 69 with Lisa to make her come … I want you to lick and play with my ass at the same time.”

“Yes, Professor Sir, if that will please you.”

“Yes. Baby … that will please me very much.”

Lisa, of course, had nothing to say about any of this … for the time being she was our play toy, for us to use her in any way we desired.

I wish I had a picture of us during this time. Lisa was still tied down, her legs spread. I was on top licking her pussy while my cock was in her mouth and she was sucking on it with all her might. Amy was standing behind Lisa’s head her hands caressing my butt cheeks as she licked and played with my asshole. I was in heaven, licking pussy while my cock and ass were being serviced by two very cute college girls.

Then, as planned, Lisa came again, thrusting her pussy against my mouth and screaming her delight as her juices squirted all over my face and down my throat. She really was a fun fuck … especially fun with your face buried in her pussy.

I got down off the desk, reached over and grabbed Amy’s nipple clamp chain and pulled her to me, she moaned and I kissed her deeply, then, “Sweet Baby, I need you to lick our Princesses juices off my face … clean me with your tongue. Then I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Amy began licking my face, searching every crevice for a sign of Lisa’s juices. I loved how her tongue felt as she worked hard to do a perfect job. It was so erotic that I couldn’t help but put my hand between her legs and play with her pussy as she went about her work. When she finished we kissed again.

“Baby Girl, I’ve decided to give Lisa to you as a gift. She will be sub for you to care for and protect, to use in any way you choose. Would you like that, Baby?

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Letter from the Author: This is a story about an older promiscuous woman who loves sex and is not ashamed of it. She knowingly commits adultery and likes to be dominated and even humiliated. If you have any moral issues with this, please go read another story.
Come on people, this is fiction! Some people, including myself, like to read this stuff. This does not mean I condone violence or demeaning behavior toward woman. So get off your high horse, and stop commenting at the end of the story and e-mailing me about how horrible I am.

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After about seven years of really enjoying her sexual exploits, Addison began to feel she was not as attractive as before. She of course was crazy, men still turned their heads, and she was never without companionship. However, as they say, “You are as young as you feel”, and Addie had begun to feel old. At forty five, she had a few wrinkles, and gravity had begun to work its evil magic, so Addison began to research plastic surgeons in her area. She had enough money to afford the best, and she set out to find just that. Every time she spoke to anyone about it, she kept coming across one name. Dr. Ramesh Lakshmanan. Everyone claimed he was the best, a bit unconventional, but definitely the best. So she made a call and scheduled a consultation.
She arrived on the morning of the appointment and was seated in a general reception area for several different doctors and asked to fill out all the normal paperwork. When she was finished she turned it in and waited to be called.
Some time later a voice called out her name and Addie looked up. There stood the oddest sight she had seen in quite some time. A small girl, she looked like she was about 14, dressed in a micro mini-skirt, a glitter top and plastic shiny go-go boots. Addison followed her into Dr. Lakshmanan’s suite and into a room.
The young girl apologized profusely for the delay and informed Addison that she was Dr. Lakshmanan’s hostess. Addison found it odd that a doctor. would have a hostess, but she shrugged it off. The young girl told Addie the doctor would be in soon. Addie continued to look the young girl over the whole time she was talking. She had no sign of breasts at all, her hair looked like something out of the 50’s and she looked like a petrified child. Addison read her name tag, “April”.
“How old are you April?” she asked.
“22 ma’am.” She replied. “Is there anything I can get you while you wait for the doctor?”
“No, I’m fine dear.” Addison answered.
The door opened and in walked the doctor. Dr. Lakshmanan looked like a child himself. He stood 6’5” and was as thin as a rail. His dark skin almost shined and there was little sign of body hair, both signs of his Indian ancestry. In Addison’s opinion, he was quite handsome, and he carried himself with confidence.
“Can I get you anything Doctor?” April asked.
From the look on her face, Addie could tell she meant ANYTHING!! The doctor told her no, so she exited the room.
Before the doctor could even introduce himself, the other door to the “host” room opened and in walked the sexiest woman Addie had ever seen. She stood at least six feet tall and had the biggest tits Addie had ever encountered. Addie would find out Şerifali Escort later her bra size was a 42DD. Her nurse’s outfit barley covered her curvy assets, her cleavage spilled from the zippered opening and her long legs went all the way down to her feet that were slipped into a pair of 4” spiked heels. Her face was stunningly beautiful and she wore her hair in a long blond ponytail. She introduces herself as Patty and told the doctor she would take Addison to the exam room and prepare her for the doctor’s inspection.
Patty led Addie into the room and asked her to take her clothes off, handing her a paper gown to cover up with. Addison began to remove her clothing, and as she pulled her panties down, Patty screamed, “No, he doesn’t need to look down there.”
Addison apologized, but as she began to pull them back up, she noticed Patty staring at her cleanly shaven pussy. Addie made sure to slowly pull her panties back up, giving Patty a long look. Addison put on the gown and sat on the exam table.
A few moments later the doctor walked in and started the exam. Addison had listed wrinkle removal from her face, breast augmentation and possible liposuction as the procedures she wanted. As the doctor looked over Addie, he dictated to Patty. He explained to Addie that he was not as young as he looked, and that he was only 29, but had graduated early from high school and college, and had been practicing for over 7 years. He asked Addison to open her robe and he starts to examine her breasts. Addison had nice “C” cup breasts, and the doctor began to squeeze and almost massage them as he spoke.
“Are you looking to actually make these bigger, or just lift them back to where they were when you were younger?” He asked, still squeezing her soft mounds. “The reason I ask is because with areolas as large as these, I could go, D, DD or even an E bag.”
Addison found his demeanor to be odd and his words likewise strange. His manhandling of her tits causes Addie’s nipples to begin to harden, and her pussy even got moist. She found his frankness arousing. This didn’t escape the doctor’s notice. He seemed to give Addie’s tit one more rough squeeze, and then told her to get dressed, and meet him in his office for the consultation. Patty told her to get dressed and she turned Addison over to April who escorted her to the office.
It was at least twenty minutes before the doctor arrived. He walked in and sat at his desk and the two of them discussed the arrangements. Addie told him she would like the DD augmentation, eye lift and the lipo around the tummy and thighs.
“That would be fine, but there will be no need to shave your pussy for that.” The doctor informed her.
Addison noticed he said pussy, not pubic area, and how did he know she shaved her pussy unless Patty had told him. Getting a naughty feeling between her legs, she answered back, “Oh I didn’t shave for the exam. I have been shaving my cunt for 8 years.”
With that comment, Dr. Lakshmanan stood up, walked to the door and pushed the lock button. He walked to his desk, just in front of Addie.
“We don’t get too many 45 year olds in here with shaved pussies.” He told her with a glint in his eye. “You really got Patty going.”
“Oh?” Addie replied İstanbul Escort seductively, leaning back in her chair, spreading her legs and moving her thong panties to the side.
“Niiiiiiiiice!” Dr. Lakshmanan said seeing the swollen lips of her pussy and the smooth skin around them.
“You’ve seen mine, now let’s see yours.” Addison told him.
The doctor unzipped his pants and produced a long skinny uncut cock. The ruby colored head peeked out from underneath the foreskin of the mahogany colored tube, creating a sexy contrast that turned Addie on. She had seen quite a few cocks in her time, but this one was one to behold. It was skinny, but as he stroked it while staring at Addie’s exposed cunt, it seemed to grow and grow without end. By the time it finally got completely hard, Addie swore it had to be 10 inches long.
“You like the large lund?” Dr. Lakshmanan. asked, still sliding his hand up and down the stiff shaft.
“What the fuck is lund?” Addie thought to herself.
“You want to gobble this?” he asked, pointing it at her face.
Addison slid forward to the edge of her chair, causing her skirt to slide all the way up, and she grabbed hold of the long thin snake he was presenting her and started stroking it with one hand and playing with her sweltering cunt with the other.
“Eat it!” he demanded. “With that shaved cunt of yours, I know you are a slut.”
Addison did as she was instructed. As the long thin hard muscle drove deep into her mouth, she got the distinct feeling that she was not the first woman to use this cock today. The pungent taste of pussy filled her mouth and she enjoyed it thoroughly. It slid down her throat further than any cock she had sucked before. She relaxed her gullet and took it all. Her tongue moved all over his rigid cock, licking up the taste that coated it and now filled her mouth.
The doctor roughly pulled her blouse from her skirt and began mauling her bra covered tits. He squeezed and pinched and fondled the flesh bags as Addie continued to devour his cock.
“You want DD tits you fuckin’ slut?” He asked her as he continued his manipulation of her stiff nipples. “These babies gave you away earlier, getting stiff when I was playing with them.” He said as he pulled her tits from her bra and pinched her erect nubs.
“I’ll bet that smooth cunt of yours is leaking all over my chair.” He told her. “You dirty slut, suck that cock.”
Addison did just that. It seemed to get even longer as she continued. Her gag reflex was not triggered as the long slender cock slid far passed that point. The doctor let go of her tits and grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth long and hard as he continued his verbal assault.
“Yea, you whore, suck me! Take it all. I love dirty old bitches like you.” He told her.
The doctor was right. Addison’s cunt was leaking all over the place. She was so turned on. “I didn’t expect this when people said he was a bit unconventional.” She thought, still swallowing his cock.
After about 5 minutes of fucking Addison’s face, the doctor stood and led Addie around his desk, pushing his chair out of the way. He pulled her thong down and she stepped out of it. He bent her over the desk, lifted her skirt high over her Ümraniye Escort pear shaped ass and sank his long rock hard cock deep inside her with one motion.
“You’re a hot little cunt aren’t you?” he asked. “You love the long lund in your pussy don’t you?”
Addie figured lund must be a slang Indian term for cock. So she played along.
“Oh yes, I love the long lund!” she moaned.
Dr. Lakshmanan now started pounding her like a jackhammer. His cock was longer than any in her past, and it reached places never reached before inside Addie’s love canal. The feelings were new and wonderful to Addie.
“Tell me how much you love cock!” He demanded.
“I live for cock and yours is the best!” Addie screamed.
“I’m a hot cunt that lives for cock. Give it to me!” She moaned again. “Harder! Deeper!” Addison was out of her mind with lust now.
Suddenly the doctor pulled his cock from her, spun her around, set her on the desk and plunged his cock back into her. Addie wrapped her legs around him and then without warning he lifted her off the desk with his cock still buried in her dripping hole. Like a rag doll he fucked her for five minutes, with her arms and legs wrapped around him and her feet never touched the ground.
“If you live for cock, then you’ll die on mine.” He told her.
Addison’s orgasm unexpectedly crashed through her. She writhed in pleasure as she continued to slide up and down his magnificent unit.
Then the doctor pulled his cock from her and dropped her in his chair. He shoved his cock in her mouth and a few moments later, his cock exploded in her mouth. The shear volume of it was incredible, but the overwhelming part was the force with which it erupted in her mouth and down her throat. Addison tried with all her might to swallow it all, but it leaked from her mouth and even came out her nose. The doctor just continued to erupt and almost drown Addie. When he was finished he pulled it from her mouth and watched as Addie tried to recover.
“That was quite a load.” Addison said as she looked up from his chair at the smiling doctor. “You must have been building that up for days.”
“No” He said with a pause. “There was my wife this morning, then April’s blow job during dictation and Nurse Patty just before I came in here. She really likes the sight of that shaved pussy.” He replied, chuckling to himself. “So, that would make you my fourth load today.”
“I knew I could taste pussy on your cock.” Addie said, recalling the taste on the doctor’s cock. “You have quite a staff.”
“Yes I do. If I know them, I would be willing to bet April is on her knees right now licking my cum from Patty’s sloppy cunt as we speak.”
Addison and the doctor got dressed and made arrangements for her surgery the next week. The day she was discharged by the doctor, Addison had his cock down her throat for another drink of his love juice. Then there was the follow up visit a few weeks later. More about that in the next chapter.
She continued to visit the fine doctor about every two years for a nip here and a tuck there, not to mention a fuck here and a suck there. All her experiences with Dr. Lakshmanan were memorable, but the first one was so exciting and raw that it triggered an even dirtier side to Addie that she didn’t even know existed. She now craved the perverse and taboo situations like the ones he had introduced her to, and sex would never be the same, the dirtier, the nastier, the more wicked, the better.

to be continued…………

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