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This is a work of pure fantasy and fiction. Any names, places or events in the story that relate to real life are purely coincidental. Hope you enjoy it!

I am a 23 year old college girl with brown hair, brown eyes but I have always had something that distinguished me from other girls and made me stand out since I was 10 and that is my big boobs and luscious lips and I always dressed in a way to emphasis them. Whenever I went out I got a lot of attention and liked it.

My girlfriends and I have been going to a bar for quite a while and every time we went I flirted with the bartender who worked there, Brad. Brad was a tall guy with broad shoulders and a body that seemed like it belonged to a Greek god and he had a light chocolate skin with a dazzling smile. The flirting continued every night we went there and for the most parts it was harmless and fun.

One night, after 3 or 4 months of our ongoing game, I felt a blazing fire inside of me urging me to make a move, to release this need that has been growing ever since I started fantasizing gaziantep escort about his huge dark hands on my ivory skin. That night I wore a red dress that hugged my body and accentuated my assets and yet left enough space for the imagination.

From the moment we entered I felt his eyes undressing me and his gaze filled with desire left a tingle over my skin as it traveled all over my body. As I came closer to the bar his eyes grew hungrier and knowing that it was all because of me made knees feel a bit weak. “How can I help you?” he asked, I leaned over the bar and murmured as my lips gently touched his ear “Fuck me!” he grinned and said “thought you’d never ask”.

He took my hand and led me through a hallway and into a closet. Once there he grabbed my neck looked me in the eyes and whispered with an incredible seductive smile “you have been teasing me for a while now, but tonight I get my revenge”. The mere thought of what he promised made me wet. He pushed me to the wall, took his shirt off and grabbed my breast in one hand while the other one was traveling over my whole body and the further down he got the wetter I became. Once he reached the sizzling fire between my thighs he laughed and said “I haven’t touched you yet and you are dripping”.

He started kissing me on my neck and inserted two fingers in my pussy. The feeling was so good that I had to muffle a moan while my hands traveled on his back leaving scratch marks. The need grew inside of me and I was so close to orgasm when all of a sudden he grabbed my hair made me kneel in front of him and said “not yet”. I took his pants down held his dick in my hot mouth feeling it growing bigger every second with every breath while my tongue was drawing circles on its tip. Every time his huge dick goes deep my tongue caresses his balls.

He then lifts me up, faces me to the wall, hold my two hands with one and with a thrust goes so deep inside my pussy till I scream with pain. I could feel my tight pussy around his dick throbbing with pleasure and pain, my feet starts to tremble and I begged him to keep going. That is when he stopped and once again made me kneel while he stuck his dick in mouth and face fucked me till I gagged.

He then rose me up with my back to the wall, puts one foot around his waist and slides inside my pussy that is now dripping like never before. I dig my fingers through his back and bite his neck trying to get him closer so I can feel more of his penis inside of me. He goes faster and harder and my orgasm starts building up with a sensation I have never felt before, as he felt that I was going to cum he put his lips over mine to muffle my expected groan and that is when I had the best orgasm of my life. As my pussy clinched around his dick I felt it growing and throbbing and I knew he was cuming as well.

When we were both finished he kissed me passionately helped me fix my hair and dress and as I was going to the bathroom he whispered in my ear “anytime anywhere” and left. I cleaned myself threw my underwear since it was socked and went back to my girlfriends to tell them all about my little adventure. When I got to the table he came to me with a drink in his hand and said “margarita, shaken not frozen!” winked at me and left.

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Author’s note: A while back, I saw a picture online of two sexy actresses who play mother and daughter on a popular sitcom. They were having a girls’ night out, dressed to the nines and sitting extremely close to each other in a very cozy-looking pose. The first thought that popped into my filthy brain was “Damn, they look hot together.” Then I imagined the circumstances behind the photograph and that’s how this story came about.

Originally, I had written second part of chapter 3 and was working on the third part using the actresses’ real names and intending to post it under Celebrities, but then their real lives moved in a different direction from where I wanted the story to go. Plus, I also wanted to give the characters more background that couldn’t necessarily be looked up on Wikipedia, so I changed the names and gave them fictional backstories and am posting in Lesbian Sex instead.

This story makes references to events that occur in my first story “Anna Louisiana”, but you don’t need to read it to enjoy this one. I would encourage it, however, since–according to reader feedback and IMHO–it’s still the best story I’ve posted to Literotica to date.

Standard disclaimer: All sexual activity described in this story is between consenting adults 18 and over.

Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

In 2009, Judy Bowden was a 39-year-old struggling actress/model. She had a few supporting roles in moderately successful movies on her resume, but most people would have recognized her from TV commercials if they recognized her at all. She stood five foot six, but looked taller due to her lean figure, good posture and preference for high heels. She had wavy blond hair that she generally kept in a bob and deep, soulful green eyes. When she was younger, these attributes got her lots of modeling work. But now that she was pushing 40, those jobs were scarce, and she relied more on acting work. In addition, she had taken a few years off to have children which put her career on hold. Wendell, the older brother, was starting pre-K and Ian had just learned to walk.

Her husband Mick was a good man and supportive of her career. She knew he was the one when she came out as bisexual to him on an early date, and he said “Honestly, I’m okay with it. But I’m a one-woman guy. I don’t share and I’m not looking for a threesome.” That was what she needed to hear. And even though she sometimes she still fantasized about women, they had stayed faithful to each other throughout their marriage.

Now that her kids were old enough, she decided to get back to work before her agent forgot that she existed. As it turned out, there was an open casting for actresses in their late thirties to early forties for a role of the mother of three kids ranging in age from 10 to 15 on a family sitcom. The competition was stiff, but ultimately Judy was the only one with the right mix of all-American good looks and comedic talent, so she got the part.

The role of her husband went to a tall, nerdy-looking guy about Judy’s age who, in real life, Judy would have never looked at twice. The role of the youngest child was played by a sweet 10-year-old boy. The role of the middle child went to a 14-year-old (playing a 12-year-old) who was a talented actress, but who had the hardened aura of someone who was forced into a career before she was ready and would likely develop a lifestyle that would make her tabloid fodder before she was an adult.

And then there was Tara Scott. Tara was nineteen but looked younger due to her short stature and waifish figure. On the show, she would be playing Judy’s 15-year-old daughter. She had long straight dark brown hair that complemented her tanned skin, and big dark green eyes that gave her a sultry look.

On the first day of table reads, when the cast all first met each other, Judy knew that it would be hard working with Tara. Although she hadn’t been with anyone but her husband since her twenties, that didn’t mean she didn’t still feel desire for attractive women. And petite brunettes had always been her weakness. Her very first girlfriend had been a petite brunette, and most of the women she slept with before meeting her husband had been one or the other (usually both). She knew that for the time they worked together, she would have to constantly remind herself that a) she loved her husband and b) she was twenty years older than Tara. But that didn’t matter too much. As a twenty-year veteran of show business, she knew that most TV pilots never aired. And even if they did get picked up, most new shows got cancelled after only a few episodes.

But then, to her surprise, the show became a hit.

CHAPTER TWO

By 2014, the show was starting its sixth season. Up until this point, Judy and Tara had had a strictly professional relationship. They would say hi to each other when they met each other on set, but for the most part the only times they spoke to each other was when they were in character.

That all changed when, during taping of the season premiere, Tara took longer than usual for makeup. Even the busty Latina who played the trophy bursa escort wife of the family patriarch never took this long, and that character required her to be completely glammed up. From her modelling days, Judy knew that when someone started acting like a diva, it needed to be nipped in the bud before it ruined the show. She burst into the makeup room, shouting “Tara, goddammit, you’re not a fucking princess! Get your ass out here now!”

And then she looked at Tara and saw that she was covered in ugly purple-and-yellow welts.

“What happened?”

“It . . . it’s nothing. I fell. I was clumsy. Just please, let them cover up these bruises and I’ll be right down.”

Judy’s sister had once dated an abusive boyfriend, which inspired Judy to volunteer at a battered women’s shelter, so she knew what was really happening.

“Hey, listen. I’m sorry. If you ever need anything, . . . anything at all, like a place to stay or someone to talk to, I’m here.”

“Are . . . are you sure? I won’t be a burden?”

“I’m absolutely sure. Tell you what: I’ll call my husband, let him know you’re coming over for dinner tonight. And no, you can’t back out of it. I’ll introduce you to my boys. They’re big fans of the show and I think Ian—my six-year-old—has a bit of a crush on you.”

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That night at dinner, Judy along with her family got to see the real Tara for the first time. Tara’s role on the show as Judy’s sexy daughter required her to wear the latest fashions in some combination of tank tops, tight sweaters, short skirts and form-hugging pants. Off-set, Tara preferred loose baggy jeans, rumpled t-shirts and bulky sweaters. In addition, while her character’s make-up and hair were always perfectly done, Tara’s preference was to keep her hair in a messy topknot. And although she was wearing makeup tonight to cover up the bruises her boyfriend had given her, it was a light, natural-looking shade rather than the bright glossy look she wore for the show. Most strikingly, while her character was supposed to be too vain to admit to less than perfect 20/20 vision, Tara wore men’s glasses with oversized thick black frames. The overall effect of her outfit on her petite physique was to make her look like a little girl playing dress-up in her daddy’s clothes.

Beyond looks, there were also very noticeable differences between Tara and her character. The character was nineteen years old, shallow, flighty and not very bright. But despite only being twenty-four, Tara had the personality of someone older. Judy’s husband Mick was a college professor and when he engaged Tara in conversation—whether it was about science, politics, history, literature or music—Tara showed that she was his intellectual equal, despite having dropped out of college during her sophomore year when the show became a hit. This was something Judy couldn’t say about herself.

And she started getting a little jealous that Mick and Tara connected so well. Not that she was concerned about Mick falling for Tara—she was very secure in that regard. But she wished she could connect like that with Tara, too. It also didn’t escape her that Tara’s look was identical to that of her first real girlfriend who she dated back in 1989-1991, when the grunge look was the cutting edge of fashion.

The dinner was a resounding success by any standard, with Tara bonding with Mick and the kids and getting to trust Julie. So much so, that Tara pulled Julie aside and asked her privately, “Can I please stay here tonight? I just broke up with my boyfriend today and I don’t want to go back home.”

“Of course you can, honey. We already have the guest room already made up for you. You can stay as long as you need to.”

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Not long afterwards, Judy ran into Dana–the very first girl she had ever dated–at the neighborhood coffee shop. Although it had been over twenty years since they had last seen each other, Dana had not aged a day since 1992.

“Oh, my God! Is it really you?”

Dana turned around and smiled at Judy. “Oh, wow! How’s it been? How’s your life now that you’re a big celebrity?”

“It’s great. The kids are doing well, and my husband’s the most wonderful father.”

“And he doesn’t mind that you’re a lesbian?”

This had been a bone of contention between them and part of the reason they had broken up. Dana subscribed to a reactionary politically correct ideology that insisted that sexuality and gender were strictly binary, and that the Kinsey spectrum and the idea of gender fluidity were cop-outs for people who were still ashamed of being labeled as gay.

“Mick is aware that I’m bisexual and he’s fine with it. Unlike some people I’ve been with.”

“Yeah, right! You’re gay. Why have you been denying yourself? Because society tells you to? Because your precious little TV show is too important?”

Dana got up, took Judy’s hand and started tracing circles on it. That had always been able to arouse Judy and nobody before or since Dana had ever done it as well.

“Why don’t we head to the ladies’ room and bursa ucuz escort I can prove you’re still gay.”

They made their way to the women’s restroom and locked the door behind them. Dana pulled Judy in for a long, lustful kiss. Judy did not resist. Dana pulled off her sweater and t-shirt to expose a fit physique, with her small breasts held in by a black sports bra, which quickly hit the floor as well. Judy pulled her own tank top over her head. Dana reached out to unclasp Judy’s bra and started sucking on her nipples, which made Judy moan loudly and lustfully.

“Take off your pants, Judy! I want to see your pussy!”

Judy unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down her panties. Almost immediately, Dana moved downward and started licking Judy’s clit.

“Oh God, Dana!”

“Dana? Who’s Dana?”

Judy looked down and saw that the woman licking her clit wasn’t Dana at all. It was Tara.

And then she heard Mick’s voice behind her.

“Judy? Judy, wake up. You’re having a dream.”

Judy opened her eyes and looked around. Indeed, she was in her own bed with Mick beside her. A check of the clock said it was midnight, which meant that the dinner was less than five hours ago, and Tara was still asleep in the guestroom.

“Dana. She was your ex, right? The one you never got over?”

“I got over her. I married you, didn’t I?”

“Well, you could have fooled me with those moans just now.” An evil grin showed up on his face. “Are you horny? Do you want to make love for real?”

“Oh . . . no, honey. Not right now. I’m too tired.”

The truth was that she was desperately aroused. And she truly loved Mick. But after that dream, the last thing she wanted was sex with a man.

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

The next morning, Tara joined the family for breakfast. Wendell and Ian were talking as they were getting ready for school.

“You’re such a dweeb, Ian!”

“Am not!”

“Are too! You don’t have any real friends. Just that loser Justin. And he doesn’t count. What’s his deal, anyway? He makes me just want to punch him!”

Without even thinking that this wasn’t her business and that the boys’ parents were right there in the same room, Tara shouted out, “Hey, Wendell is it? That’s not a very nice thing to say. You should apologize to your brother. And while you’re at it, you should probably apologize to Justin the next time you see him. You don’t know him or what he’s going through, okay?”

The whole family was dumbstruck.

“I . . . I’m sorry, Ian. I guess if he’s your friend, he must be okay.”

Mick and Judy were very favorably impressed.

After breakfast was done, Judy offered Tara a ride to work and Tara accepted. They decided to head out a couple of hours earlier than normal since Tara’s morning shower had washed off much of her makeup and her bruises were visible again, which meant extra time in the makeup trailer.

While they were in the car, Judy said “I really like how you handled that back there with the boys. God knows Mick and I have been at our wits’ end trying to get those kids to stop fighting.”

“Yeah, well, with Wendell saying that about Ian’s friend, it reminded me of something in my past that I’m not proud of, and I don’t want him making the same mistakes I did.”

“Oh really? Do you mind if I ask what it was?”

“Actually, it’s good for me to talk about it. It reminds me to always be a better person and don’t judge people until you can walk a mile in their shoes.

“When I was in middle school and high school, there was this girl who was a year behind me. Her name was Jillian Prescott. She always wore these ugly, old-fashioned clothes and was really prissy. If any of us talked about boys or drinking or smoking or hip-hop music or the latest show on cable, she’d get upset and say, ‘But that’s a sin!’ None of my friends or I could stand her, except for one person. And we bullied her mercilessly as often as we could until she would start to cry.”

“Jillian Prescott. I think I’ve heard that name before.”

“That’s because you’ve probably heard of the only one of my friends who liked her. Riley would insist on taking Jillian everywhere as long as Jillian’s parents were okay with it. Most of the time they weren’t, but if the party or the trip was chaperoned by Riley’s dad, they’d allow it.”

“Riley . . . Riley May?!?! The singer?!?! Oh my God! That’s right! Jillian’s her girlfriend and she wrote ‘Secret Love’ about their relationship. I love that song! Is that cheesy, that someone my age listens to that kind of music?”

“Hey, I think it’s cool. It means you haven’t lost touch with the kid you used to be. But, yeah. That’s who I’m talking about. Jillian’s parents were these really strict fundamentalist Christians who wouldn’t let her pick her own clothes or go anyplace where there wasn’t a nanny-cam or a chaperone. Even when she got to be a senior in high school. And they would beat her if she ever spoke up or asked questions. When they found out she was gay, they kicked her out of their home and bursa elit escort haven’t had any contact with her since. Thank God that was at the same time she decided to tell Riley how she felt about her, and that Riley loved her back.”

“They’re still together, right? I remember all the press when they made their relationship public a few years ago.”

“Yeah, there was a happy ending for them. Since they came out, I’ve gotten to know Jillian better because I value my friendship with Riley. And now I’m really good friends with Jillian, too. In fact, I’m gonna be one of Jillian’s bridesmaids when she and Riley get married next summer. But I’ll always feel bad about how I used to treat her.”

“Hey, listen. With what you just told me and how you handled the kids this morning, I think you’ve learned from your experience. I have no doubt that you’ll be a great mom when the time comes.”

Tara started to cry.

“Oh, honey. What’s wrong?”

“The . . . the reason my boyfriend and I were fighting . . . the reason why we broke up . . . I . . . I was sick when I was a kid. And . . . and at my last checkup, the doctor said I could never get pregnant because of that. My boyfriend freaked out about it. . . said I wasn’t a real woman and we could never get married. He kicked me out of his place, and when I tried coming back for my things . . . well, you can see what he did.”

“Listen, honey. I know I’m old enough to be your mom.” Both women laughed. “But when I see you, I see a woman, not a little girl, and certainly not a freak. And if you don’t mind, Mick and I would both love it if you stayed with us until things are sorted out and you can find a new place. You can help look after the boys when Mick and I are out so you can unleash your maternal instincts on them.”

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And for the next five years, Tara was a frequent visitor to Judy’s home, looking after the kids when Mick and Judy went on date night or a romantic trip. The boys knew that as much as they had to obey their mom and dad, “Aunt Tara’s” authority was also not to be messed with. But they didn’t mind because Tara loved them as if they were her own children, and they loved her back for it.

For the first couple of years, the date nights and romantic trips put a spark back into Mick and Judy’s marriage, but after a while things ebbed again. And as the years went by, Judy’s thoughts would stray more and more towards her younger co-star/babysitter/friend. Things went so far south that in 2018, she and Mick started couples counselling to try and save their marriage.

CHAPTER 3

In the summer of 2019, Mick and Judy were in their counsellor’s office when Mick finally dropped the d-bomb. “Honey, I know you and I have both tried to make things right, but I think it’s time we seriously start thinking about divorce.”

“Why?”

“Yes, Mick. Why?” Dr. Portland–or “Joan” as she insisted her patients call her–had been Mick and Judy’s marriage counsellor for nearly a year. She had smoker’s breath, crooked, nicotine-stained teeth and horrible taste in clothes. But the worst thing about her would always insert herself in her clients’ conversations and make them about her. However, she was very good at getting Mick and Judy to openly express themselves to each other.

“Because we’ve established that you’re in love with someone else. And it’s not fair to either of us that we continue like this.”

“But I told you, it was just a fantasy.”

“Then why won’t you tell me who it is?”

“Again, because she’s straight. And I don’t want her to know about it. If she ever found out, our friendship would be ruined.”

Joan spoke up again. “Don’t worry. In therapy sessions like this, transference isn’t uncommon. But I must say, it’s usually the husband who thinks he’s in love with me.”

Mick and Judy turned on Joan and said in unison, “It’s not you!”

“Okay, okay. Whatever you have to tell yourselves.”

Mick turned back to Judy. “It’s Sonia, isn’t it?” Sonia played the wife of the father of Judy’s character. On the show, Judy’s character was resentful and jealous of her. But in real life, Judy and Sonia were very close friends. Sonia and her husband often went on double-dates with Mick and Judy.

“No, it’s not Sonia. But it is someone we’re both friends with, so that’s another reason I can’t tell you. I don’t want you being jealous of her when we get together, because it’s just a fantasy. I mean, that’s the whole point of me coming here, so I can stop pining after someone I can’t have and devote myself to you.”

“Baby, I know you’re trying. But it’s not fair to either one of us. I don’t want to be with someone who can’t love me back. You used to, but you don’t anymore. And no amount of therapy can force you to love me.”

“But the woman I’m having feelings for can’t love me back either. Like I said earlier, she’s straight.”

Mick looked at her sympathetically. “Your heart will catch up to your head eventually. After the last couple of years of realizing you’re not in love with me anymore, I’m actually starting to get over you. I mean, I’ll always have a special place in my heart for the woman I’ve spent the best 20 years of my life with and who gave me two wonderful sons. But I think it’s for the best if we just admit that what we had is over, and there’s nothing we can do to change it.”

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Captain Flynn called me into his office to discuss a new assignment.

“Lucy, we’ve got to find a dangerous weirdo who’s cutting lesbians in the Village. You’re the perfect choice to handle this case, because you’re a lesbian.”

“Captain, what I do on my time off is none of your business!” I said after his fucking remark.

“Sorry,” he said. “But I need you on this case. Can you start tonight, Lucy?”

“Yeah, I can. Fill me on the details.”

They didn’t know much. Whoever was meeting women in lesbian hangouts in Greenwich Village took them to a cheap hotel and left them in bad shape, all cut up. Very scary stuff. There were no good descriptions or other leads.

I prepared to visit a club that night, putting on a low-cut blouse that showed off my tits, sexy black stockings, and a short skirt. When I sit on a bar stool, the skirt shows almost everything I’ve got to offer another lesbian who’s looking for a fast fling in the Village.

I decided to start my hunt at Clit Kat Club: the music is hot and the women are hotter.

Women of all ages and sizes shed their blouses and sweat on the packed dance floor, and Go-go dancers perform on the main bar.

I joined the crowd standing in front of the bar. In front of me was an obvious dyke, dressed as a man. She was very pretty, too pretty to be a guy. In my mind, from then on, she was “Pretty Boy.”

Pretty Boy wore a Western style shirt, and very tight blue jeans: tight enough to show she was “packing it” : wearing a strap-on that caused a bulge in the bursa sınırsız escort jeans.

Something about her bothered me. I wasn’t sure what that was, but five years as a Detective in the NYC Police Department made me aware of something not quite right in a suspect’s behavior or way of dressing. Maybe she was the one who was cutting lesbians and leaving them in a hotel room.

Before approaching her, I opened my purse and checked the contents. All was in order; my snub-nosed weapon was there, together with handcuffs and my NYPC badge.

I moved up behind her, saying “Can I get in here, honey? I like to get real close to the dancers.”

She turned and looked me over. Then Pretty Boy said, “Squeeze in next to me.”

We touched bodies as the dancers moved on stage. I put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her even closer to me. I thought for a moment how nice it would be to get her into bed with me tonight and eat her pussy after she used that strap-on and fucked me. Then I remembered that she might be a very dangerous criminal.

When the band took a break, I introduced myself, using my real name: Lucy O’Brien. That way, I don’t screw up when talking to suspects,

When I said that I hadn’t seen her around NYC, she told me that she comes into town from Philadelphia stays at a cheap hotel in the Village. It seemed reasonable, but, once again, I had the feeling that she was lying to me.

“By the way,” I said. “My name is Lucy, what’s yours?”

“Sheila, Sheila Doyle.”

After social bursa üniversiteli escort chit-chat, I figured it was time to make a move and suggested we go to her hotel room.

We walked hand-in-hand to her cheap hotel. She led me into a small elevator and pressed a button for the third floor. I was on high alert, as we stood very close. I kissed her, but stayed aware every moment that she might pull a fast one. No telling what would happen tonight.

Once we got into her room, she unbuttoned her blouse and indicated I ought to do the same. Two bare-breasted women kissed, then licked each other’s nipples. As the sex got hotter, I had to remind myself how dangerous the situation was. She pulled off her jeans, then her panties. As I’d suspected, she had a blue plastic dick attached to a harness around her hips; she was the hottest woman I’d met in a long time. But I had to do my job instead of fooling around with her.

“Hold it!” I yelled. “You’re under arrest.”

She looked at me as if I was nuts, then said, “What the hell is this?”

I pulled the badge and weapon out of my purse, which was on the bed, and showed them to her.

“Put your hands up and empty your purse on the bed.”

Then she started to laugh, “I can’t believe this.”

“What’s so funny?” I said.

“Let me open my purse and show you something. OK?”

“Throw it over her,” I said. “I don’t trust you.”

I held the gun on her as I rummaged around in her purse. As I bursa anal yapan escort suspected, she had a weapon there, much like mine. When I pulled it out and waved it in the air, she said, “Look all the way into the bag, Lucy.” She was still laughing at me and that pissed me off.

I rummaged around and pulled a badge out of the bag. “Where’d you get this?” I asked.

“I’m working undercover for the Manhattan D.A. He doesn’t think the Police Department can solve the case.”

I felt foolish, then asked for I.D. Sure enough, she had an photo I.D., proving she was an investigator for the D.A.

I put the gun down and apologized.

“I’m sorry, Sheila. Is that your real name?”

“Yeah, it is,” she said and hugged me. “I have an idea.”

“What?”

“Well, we’re practically naked now. My strap-on is the real thing. And the room is paid for until morning. Can you guess what I have in mind?”

“You want me to pull off my panties, get on bed with you, then have you fuck me with that strap-on. Is that you have in mind?”

“Bingo!” she said. “Get into bed, Lucy. This is the beginning of something great.”

We fucked and sucked all night, falling asleep as the sun came up.

She woke me with her tongue in my pussy, licking my clit. I wanted it to go on forever, but duty called.

“Time to get up, Lucy. We both have to report in. What will we tell the Police Chief and the D.A?”

“That’s easy. Just say that it’s a very promising, and more surveillance is needed.”

She moved in with me. We didn’t tell the Captain Flynn or the D.A about that.

None of their business. We still use the old strap-on, but have lots of new sex toys.

My favorite is a double-ended strap-on which lets us fuck each other.

The creep who was cutting lesbians seems to have left town. But we owe him (or her) a favor for bringing us together.

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Nikki Had been working at the modeling agency for over a year, she had just gotten married shortly before, and life was going good. She was getting good money even though they didn’t need it, Her husband Carter was the 3rd shift plant foreman, and his salary took care of their needs. But as time went on the spark suddenly vanished in their marriage. Nikki wondered if it was something she may have done, but dismissed it, he would let her know in time.

She settled into her usual routine, One mile jog, followed by an hour of Pilates. Then off to work, Her best friend Nicole was a gossip but she was awesome. So at lunch Nikki said to Nicole,

“Hey, what’s new hun?”

“Ohh wait until I tell you. Your not going to believe this.”

“This sounds like it’s going to be good, What is it? Oh my God, You got laid I can see it all over your face. Tell me, tell me, tell me! Come on don’t keep me in suspense. Tell me every juicy detail.”

“Yeah, but nothing to get excited about, he wasn’t that good. It was like it was his first time, maybe he was just nervous. It was that bad, plus he won’t bring me to his house. We had to go to a motel. It’s so strange, I wonder what he’s hiding.”

“Oh no, He probably lives in his mom’s basement or something weird like that. As for bad sex, I know what you mean My husband is terrible still. Not that we do it often anymore and even when we do, it feel like every times his first time too. “

They both ate and chatted their free time away, As they were saying their good bye’s Nicole said “Oh, about that guy I’m seeing him again tomorrow. I’ll call and tell you how things went the second time around.”

“You better, hun, or else. I hope for your sake he just had an off night.”

And with that they parted ways. Later at home as her husband left for work she kissed him goodbye at the door. As he walked away she thought she smelled something, “was he wearing new cologne?” she thought. Nikki’s days followed that pattern for 2 weeks, her suspicions rising, she was sure it was perfume, and it wasn’t hers. The perfume she wore, Lucky You, was more of a flower fragrance punctuated by citrus,sandalwood, amber and musk. She couldn’t yet place this smell, but Nikki knew it wasn’t hers, and he wouldn’t answer he questions at all.

One afternoon Her and Nicole discussed this strange man of hers, and his continued lake of prowess in his love making while sitting outside the cafe down the street from their agency when a gentle breeze blew a familiar scent across the table, the smell of Vanilla fields, that was Nicole’s brand of perfume. Suddenly like a bolt it all clicked, They had been talking for days about this guy but she never heard a name, and up until now it wasn’t important to her.

“Nicole, What is this guys name!?” Nikki asks leaning closer “I never thought to ask before,”

“Oh, I didn’t tell you, He’s has the same last name as you. He said he was like your cousin or something, related through marriage. Carter, Carter Hall.”

“Really!?” Nikki says opening her purse and quickly search for her wallet, pulling out a picture and showing it to Nicole. “Is this him?”

“Yeah, that’s him. Why?”

“Yeah that’s right we are related by marriage,” Nikki says with a laugh “He’s my fucking husband. That bastard!”

“Oh my God, Nikki, If I even suspected. What a lying prick, And all this time I’ve been telling you he’s so bad in bed. He can’t even eat pussy right.”

“Ha! escort bayan Tell me something I don’t know, To tell you the truth, I’m better than him on my worse day. I’ve been bi-sexual all my life, and I’m twice as good as any guy out there.”

“Oh my god, really!? I’ve always been curious about it, I just didn’t know, how to approach someone with it. I’d love to find out what it feels like.”

“You know what? One good turn deserves another. He wants to cheat, I’ll show him. You really want to find out what it’s like, I’ll show you, I’ll rock your world. We’ll call it “Poetic Justice”.”

After talking it over, after they had made plans, Nicole said, “Okay then, call me and let me know when, You got yourself a deal.”

Later in the week Nikki called Nicole to tell her Carter would be tied up at work, that he had just left and was pulling an extra shift, so they had more than enough time to really enjoy themselves. With that Nicole said “Okay, I’ll be right over!” Her excitement high, she rushed over, but as she arrived it had become very real. She walked up to the door and knocked, suddenly nervous. Her stomach felt full of ice, but before she could think to leave the door bursts open.

“Well come on in,” Nikki says gently taking a hold of Nicole’s hand and drawing her inside. “no need to worry hun, just relax. I’ve made us something to eat, no need to rush things.”

“Oh that’s nice, ” Nicole says “it smells really good.”

“Let’s have a few drinks and eat, the see where this leads, okay? Just relax, and have fun.”

They sit down and eat, chatting as usual, drinking and laughing the whole time. With the meal done, they clean up, Nicole’s nervousness calmed. They playfully brush past one another as they clean up. With the dishes taken care of they take their drinks into the living room, and sit on the couch, chatting, occasionally patting each other or brushing a stray hair out of the others face. Slowly Nicole sinks into peace with what’s going to happen, and as if Nikki saw Nicole’s acceptance of what was to come, she leans in and softly kisses Nicole’s lips tenderly. A small gasp escapes Nicole at the new and different feeling of a girls kiss. The feeling of it, like warm, sweet light flowing into her soul. Then Nikki’s fingers brushed Nicole’s neck, illiciting another gasp. Nikki Sits up and takes Nicole by the hand and looks into her eyes, and asks “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” giving Nicole a chance to back out if she felt uncomfortable.

“Hell yeah I do! You’re a very beautiful woman, and I couldn’t wish for a better woman to be my first introduction into being Bi-sexual.”

So grabbing her hands Nikki pulled her towards herself, and tenderly placed her hands on Nicole’s cheeks she leaned in and started kissing her softly, and sensually, with all the skills she had. It didn’t take long for Nicole to start responding, to Nikki’s deft and practiced kisses. Her sensuality sparking a lust and fanning it to bright hot flame inside of Nicole. Nikki guided he lover gently back onto the couch without ceasing her kissing. Their need for each other grew with each kiss, each stroke of a hand, every sigh drawing more need from the other. Slowly they slid their hands inside each others clothes. Chests heaving with excitement they begin to undress each other relishing each inch of skin exposed.

“I want you so bad right now.” Nikki says “let’s take this to my bed.”

Taking görükle escort Nicole by the hand she helps her off the couch and leads her towards their goal. Kissing and stripping each other along the way, leaving a trail of clothes across the living room and down the hall to the bedroom. The sexual energy between the two gorgeous nubile vixens was palpable. Lost to their lust for one another their eyes could only see each other. As they went on Nicole’s kisses became more needful and insistent. By the time they reached the bed she was beyond excited, every fiber of her being yearned for Nikki’s touch, her kiss, her very breath whispered across her skin made her heart beat faster.

Nicole’s body throbbed with her need for more. So when Nikki laid her down on the bed with just her panties left, Nicole’s anticipation was peeked, she was a sexual powder keg waiting for a spark. Nikki deftly ran her hands across her caressing up Nicole’s smooth skin along her thighs, barely touching her with her fingertips, up across her sexy toned stomach, until she reached her perfect 36c breasts teasing her closer to the edge. Slowly Nikki began kissing her way up Nicole’s body, slowly raining kisses randomly across her lovers skin. She kissed her way to Nicole’s mouth and began her passionately. Breaking the kiss Nikki looked into Nicole’s blue gray eyes.

“There’s no going back hun, your sure you want this?”

Unable to speak and with lust in her eyes she bit her bottom lip and moaned nodding her head. Nikki Squealed with delight and started by kissing Nicole on the lips passionately, she moaned into Nikki’s mouth with need. As Nikki began to kiss and nibble her way down to Nicole’s neck she lovingly caressed and stroked Nicole’s face occasionally running her finger through her hair as she softly bites her neck. Nikki trails kiss down Nicole’s perfect skin, kissing, and licking past her breasts, stopping briefly to suck and nibble her perfect little nipples. Nikki mouth expertly travels across Nicole’s stomach to her side. As Nikki slowly slides down Nicole’s body to her goal her hands stroke and fondle her friends body.

As Nikki runs her nails across Nicole’s skin kissing her way even farther down her body Nicole begins to moan with anticipation. As Nikki kissed her way along Nicole’s lower abdomen she used one hand to slide of her panties. Kiss down from below her navel and Nikki slowly licked down Nicole’s pussy, making her squirm and moan like no one else ever could. Nikki delighted in the sounds her innocent new lover made. She was more than aroused herself and they had just started. She kissed all around Nicole’s sex, teasing her, kissing and licking her inner thighs. The squeals that it drew out of her thrilled Nikki in ways that were hard to define, but none the less exciting. It pushed her need for Nicole to new heights.

Nikki Then began to pleasure her lover in earnest, sliding her tongue ring up and down against Nicole’s clit then softly sucking it for a bit. Nicole felt like she would go insane, but didn’t want it to stop. She felt like she was ready to climb the walls. As Nikki continued to work her lovers clit over, she slid two fingers into Nicole’s wet and willing pussy. It wasn’t long before Nicole’s moans and screams reached their peek. Surely the neighbors heard, Nicole embarrassed by how loud she was getting grabbed a pillow and covered her face just as the first wave of her orgasm broke over her. bursa elit escort

Nikki took her fingers out and sucked them clean. Taking her tongue she stuck it into Nicole’s hot spasming and rubbing her clit with her fingers. Nikki starts to plunge her tongue in and out of her lovers receptive pussy, relentlessly driving Nicole wild, making her moan and moan, she soon was grasping the sheets and bucking against Nikki’s talented tongue, in a flash she was driven right over the edge again. She cried out loudly as she came hard in Nikki’s mouth. Nicole’s breathing was hard and ragged,

“You look like you could use a break, hun. How’s your first time going luv.?”

“I’ll tell you this much, I’m not curious any more. I am so Bi. And I love it. You rock my world!I wanna give some back, you got some toys, lets make it interesting.”

“Sure just a second.” running to the closet she pulls out a bag from the local sex shop and dumps in to the bed. “well let’s get back to it, shall we?’

“You don’t need to ask, I’m putty in your hands.”

With that Nikki pushed her to the bed and started licking her pussy some more. Nicole was instantly back to feeling the need to climb the walls, moaning and screaming out her pleasure. Soon however Nicole was getting into it and didn’t feel so overwhelmed by the sensations. Reaching out she pulled Nikki’s body over to her and started sucking on her pussy voraciously, she then reached over and grabbing a dildo slipped it into Nikki, working it into her rapidly while working her clit over with her tongue. It wasn’t long before Nikki was cummimng over and over, Finally Nikki cried out.

“I Love it!! Baby don’t stop, Oh God! Yes!”

Once again lost to the lust they feel for one another, they pleasure each other like niether has felt before. Getting lost in each others bodies, time was a meaningless concept, seeking to draw out every ounce of sexual energy out of the other one. Their bodies intertwined, writhing and moaning, they brought each other to the brink and beyond several times.

Until their perfect union was shattered, Their moans cut short by a question. “Can I join the party? Or do I just sit back and watch for a while?”

Shoving Nikki off her face Nicole says “Hell no you can’t do either! You suck, go fuck yourself you cheating asshole! Your wife however know what it takes, so bring your sorry excuse for a man the hell out of here and let us finish. It won’t be long, she makes me cum like no other, and I can’t take much more tonight.” With that the women delve back in and pick up where they left off. Dejected Carter slinks off to listen in the other room. A half an hour latter a silence falls over the house.

Timidly Carter walks to the bedroom door and knocks. “You done screwing around with my girlfriend now Nikki?”

“Yeah, I’m done pleasing her, We’re smoking a cigarette.” Nikki yells

“Yeah, and keep your ass out there liar. As far as me being your girlfriend, get fucked! I’m all

Nikki’s now, your pathetic!”

“Guess this will teach you to not to cheat again. And I’m filling for divorce in the morning, dear. So maybe you should go stay at a motel, and get the fuck out of my house.”

“In that case Nikki, I’ll be over tomorrow night for round 2.” Nicole said kissing Nikki passionately. “I’m going to leave as soon as my legs stop shaking.”

“Same here lover, same here, and your welcome here any time.”

Hearing all of this through the door all Carter did was pick up his jacket and solemnly trudge out of they house like the sack-less wonder that he was. Never to be heard from again. But as he left he heard a squeal from inside and someone saying.

“Oh god!, stop I can’t take it anymore…”

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The day dawned without a cloud in the sky; Jenny looked out of her bedroom window and decided that she would spend the day out in the forest that surrounded the cottage she was staying in. She had been feeling a bit low after finishing with her boyfriend and this break away felt like the perfect tonic.

She set out heading towards the small water fall she had read about. After a couple of miles walking she thought she could hear voices in the distance. Sure enough, as she got closer to the water fall she could definitely hear laughter. Rounding the last bend in the track she could see the waterfall in the distance and in the plunge pool at the base of the waterfall two figures were swimming. As she continued on the two figures emerged from the water and at this point she noticed that it was two women and they were both naked. She stopped, not wanting to continue for fear of embarrassing the women. The women moved to where they had left their clothes and both started drying themselves. Jenny edged a bit closer, to a clump of bushes that she could hide behind until they had both dried themselves off and got dressed.

From where she was waiting she noticed that she had a clear view through to where they are drying themselves and she couldn’t help but have a quick peak. One woman was tall and slim with jet black hair that was plastered down her back, whilst the other was a shorter slim brunette both looked as if they were in there mid twenties. Now Jenny had seen many women naked in the changing rooms of the gym she used and had never thought anymore about it, but spying on these two through the bushes had an effect on her.

As she watched, the women moved towards one other and they started to dry each other. They dried each other for a couple of minutes before the brunette moved her head forwards and kissed the dark haired woman gently, the dark haired woman looked at her friend lustfully for a second or two before kissing her back passionately and with that the two of them embraced bursa eskort and started kissing with a great deal of urgency. All this started having an effect on Jenny, her breathing quickened and she could feel a warm sensation spreading through her body.

The two women separated from their embrace and the dark haired woman laid down on the ground, the other woman knelt at the side of her and leant forward to kiss her again at the same time she started to massage her companions breasts, gently pinching her nipples. One of her hands now moved down her friend s body and started to rub at the woman’s pussy, the woman’s legs parted to allow better access. Her friends fingers rubbing up and down her moist pussy lips.

Jenny, by this time, was starting mesmerised by the sight before her. She could feel her own nipples hardening and her own pussy was becoming moist. As quietly as she could she undid the button of her trousers and lowered the zip, sliding her jeans over her legs she couldn’t help give her moist pussy a quick rub through her panties. She undid the buttons on her blouse and released her small breasts from her bra.

Oblivious to this the two women continued, the brunette continued to rub her fingers up and down the dark haired woman’s pussy lips, she was becoming much wetter and her moist lips parted. Now, as the brunette rubbed, the other woman started to thrust herself onto the fingers of her friend and as the fingers entered her she let out a gasp.

“Please Cassie, fuck me; I need to cum” the dark haired woman said.

“Well Lucy, tell me what you want me to do to you.” Her friend replied.

“I want your tongue in me, I want you to fuck me with your tongue”

Cassie removed her fingers from Lucy’s pussy and brought them up to her mouth. She licked her fingers clean before slowly moving down Lucy’s body. Cassie spread her friends pussy and ever so gently ran her tongue along the length of it.

“Harder, tongue me harder” Lucy commanded. bursa bayan escort And with that Cassie forced her tongue as deep as she could into her friend.

Jenny found it hard not to cry out seeing this, she couldn’t remember being as turned on before, her hand was jammed in her panties as she furiously fingered herself. The fingers of her other hand were rubbing her engorged clit harder and harder.

Lucy was now bucking and writhing on the ground her hands rubbing her own breasts as Cassie’s tongue worked its magic on her. Cassie had one hand between her own legs rubbing her alternating between rubbing her clit and thrusting two fingers deep inside herself.

Jenny started to cum her fingers jammed deep inside herself, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, she could feel the wetness seeping out of her and staining her panties. She was trying to remain silent for fear of alerting Cassie and Lucy to her presence. As she started to come back down to earth she realised that the noises from the two women had stopped, slowly she opened her eyes and there staring at her, were the Lucy and Cassie. Jenny wished the ground could have swallowed her up. She had been caught red handed and here she was blouse wide open her hands down the front of her soaked panties.

“You seem to have enjoyed that” Lucy said

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself, you looked so hot together”, Jenny then removed her hands from her panties and tried to cover herself up.

“Look how wet we have made her” Lucy added as she saw the state of Jenny’s underwear. And with that Lucy stepped forward, took jenny’s hand and lifted it before sucking each finger. “God you taste good” Lucy said.

Jenny got to her feet clumsily as her jeans were around her ankles and tried to cover herself up. Cassie moved forward and kissed Jenny gently. “How much did enjoy watching us” she said.

“It was the most erotic site I have ever seen. I’ve never felt so horny before. bursa ucuz escort I’ve never cum so much in my life”

“We knew you were there you know, we saw you as we were skinny dipping and we thought we would have some fun with you, knowing that someone was watching us made me cum so much quicker” Lucy added.

“I still haven’t cum yet” Cassie said “You two have had your fun now how about you two finish me off” and with that Cassie walked back over where the women were having all there fun. She lay back on the flour and started to slowly finger herself.

Lucy and Jenny looked at one another and moved into the clearing. They laid down, one each side of Cassie. Jenny nervously leant towards Cassie and kissed her and with that all her inhibitions left. It turned into a passionate kiss, she then started kissing down over Cassie’s neck to her breasts before moving further down. Jenny moved so she was knelt between the open thighs of Cassie she looked Cassie in the eye and smiled and then for the first time in her life she went down on another woman. Jenny’s tongue ran up and down the full length of Cassie’s wet pussy each stroke of her tongue became more urgent, forcing Cassie’s lips apart.

Lucy was feeling a little bit left out watching this but she wanted more than just her own fingers. Moving herself so she was kneeling above Cassie’s head, one knee either side of her. She slowly then lowered herself onto the waiting tongue of Cassie. Cassie was straining to bury her tongue as deep as she could in Lucy.

Cassie was now so close to cumming, she started to gasp and writhe about. This had an effect on the other two women. Jenny was rubbing Cassie’s clit hard with one hand, her other hand furiously rubbing her own pussy whilst her tongue was rasping up and down the full length of Cassie’s hot wet pussy.

Lucy had one hand spreading her lips apart flicking her clit with her middle finger of the same hand, her other hand pinching her own nipples all the while Cassie had her tongue working away at her pussy.

As for Cassie, she was in seventh heaven, She had a gorgeous woman lapping away at her soaking pussy and she had her tongue buried deep inside Lucy. And with that she started to cum, almost simultaneously the other two women also started to cum.

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This is but one small part of a much longer novel. You’ll enjoy this story much more if you read the earlier chapters first.

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Chapter 11

The Bath & York stores had been open for 2 months and the increase in business had demanded more staff. They were fully trained now so I needed to mystery shop them as well as keeping an eye on the established stores. I covered thousands of miles in 3 weeks, visiting both our own retail outlets as well as those of our competitors, working some weekends too to observe the differing clientele and staff.

The growth in ‘raunchy’ shops found in many high streets and out-of-town retail parks had caught Linda’s attention and she asked me to call in whenever I saw a new one open, to monitor their merchandise, their sales methods and the type of customers they attract, which I did. Much of what they sold could best be described as trash but they usually carried some more stylish lingerie, albeit overpriced for what it was. Some of their fetish/fantasy wear was basically crap, but again they did have some lines that were very daring and probably a lot of fun behind closed doors. Mostly made of PVC and leatherette, it was rarely well made and usually purchased by young girls in pairs and groups buying for a laugh or for parties, the dance floor or simply under peer group pressure. However, I did see more mature, sophisticated customers buying highly selectively, seeking out the better quality goods including latex rubber and soft, supple leather.

The staff in these shops varied from mostly immature, poorly trained and uninterested, through to some skilled and highly attentive young women who took good care of me and seemed to genuinely want to understand my needs and expectations.

More out of personal curiosity than professional motivation, I stopped by the ‘Adult’ section of one such store. Here I found overpriced rubbish that I guessed would usually be bought as a gift and never used. Many of the toys were made from cheap, hard plastic in garish designs and colours that could only be found stimulating by the most unsophisticated and insecure of customers. However, again I found some treasures if I was prepared to look long and hard enough. From one women’s toys section I purchased a sleek and attractive vibrator in ‘soft-feel’ dark blue and a device called a Butterfly, described as ‘discreet yet powerful, delivering pleasure and relief at any time and in any place.’ I looked forward to validating the manufacturer’s claims.

Most nights away I stayed at good quality edge-of-town hotels belonging to the up-market chains, preferring these to city-centre establishments which usually have smaller rooms, smell of chips, are noisier and rarely have sports and leisure facilities.

Early one evening whilst enjoying a refreshing drink in the bar of one such hotel just outside York, I was approached by a young lady. This made a pleasant change from the unwelcome attention I often attracted from male guests.

It was Danielle, whom I’d met briefly in the Regent St. store when I spent rather too long in the changing room with Linda. She introduced herself and explained that she had now been transferred to the recently-opened York Passionella outlet and she’d recognised me from my shopping trip there the previous day. From her wonderful local accent I guessed this was much nearer home.

I hoped she hadn’t remembered the Linda incident – she must have heard us. Remembering that I was still ‘on duty’ I had to role-play as customer not colleague, concocting a simple explanation of why I was in the area. Liars need good memories.

Passionella had relocated her back to Yorkshire and she was staying in the hotel until she could find somewhere to live – Dems do not get their accommodation provided by the company.

We shared a drink and some jokes and I invited her to join me in the hotel pool. Fortunately she too had planned to visit the sports complex so she had some swimwear with her and ten minutes later we were standing in our underwear in the communal changing rooms.

Danielle pulled a rather serious-looking one-piece swimsuit from her sports bag and I immediately felt awkward – I only had my skimpy, strappy blue bikini with me and I didn’t want to upstage her. But Danielle soon salvaged the situation, commenting: “Oh fantastic. If you’re going into the pool in that, I’ll join you. I bought this weeks ago but I haven’t yet summoned up the courage to wear it,” she bubbled, “I figured it was too revealing.” Upon which she pulled a few scraps of dark bronze metallic-effect fabric, held together with the thinnest of ‘string’ straps, from the side pocket of her sports bag and held them up to her slender body.

Delighted, I explained to her the enjoyment I derived from teasing the obese middle-aged businessmen who often frequent these hotels by strutting around the pool edge in a revealing bikini, which would preferably be near-transparent when wet.

“I love the way they furtively stare at me and try to conceal their erections. That counts 5 points. The experienced bursa escort pool voyeurs wear loose boxer-style swimwear and take a newspaper or magazine onto the poolside, peering over the top to watch me. Score: 10 points. If I’m feeling really brave, I pick on a young guy in tight trunks and really lead him on. If I can spot a full-grown stiffy in his pants I award myself double points. If he approaches me and attempts to chat me up, I simply make my excuses and head for the female changing rooms. Does that me a big tease?”

Danielle just giggled and couldn’t wait to dive in. I followed her and we swam several lengths together before climbing out at the far end.

When Danielle emerged from the cool water, her nipples were already erect and they poked provocatively through the thin shiny fabric of her tiny bikini top. Her small breasts needed little support and were spaced wide on her chest so she didn’t naturally display a cleavage but I particularly enjoyed watching the soft swellings of her 34A breasts peeping cheekily out of the sides of her bronze top.

Her waist was slim and her tummy was flat without being overly muscular and the back of her thong-style bikini bottoms had completely disappeared into the crack between her taught, rounded bum cheeks. Her thighs were slim but her pelvis was wide so, even when she stood with her knees together I could see daylight between the tops of her legs (I love that in a girl) as well as the beautiful curve of her bronze-lycra covered pussy. A small fabric triangle hid her mound but little else; her pubes were obviously shaved or waxed almost out of existence.

I could hardly keep my own eyes off her body. Neither could our audience. We spent nearly an hour in the pool area and Danielle won easily by 85 points to 40. She was so sexy, just the way she looked and moved. Her string bikini was so revealing we would have been ejected from any public pool but these hotel pools are often unattended; we could only guess how many staff were huddled around the CCTV monitor as we strutted and swayed and sat and reclined and plunged.

Having attracted more than our fair share of lascivious stares and pathetic chat-up lines, we made our escape to the changing rooms. Danielle undressed in the shower cubicle and emerged with a towel around her so, disappointingly, I didn’t get to see her naked. We dressed and agreed to share a table for dinner. Preferring to eat almost anywhere except a hotel restaurant, we jumped into a taxi and headed into the city centre. We got on terrifically and enjoyed an Indian meal washed down with several bottles of strong lager. Danielle had worked as a Dem for Passionella for 18 months and had been married briefly to a beast of a man who totally failed to satisfy her sexually, now listing fast driving, clubbing and partying high on her list of favourite pastimes.

We staggered back to the hotel at midnight and I invited her up to my room but she declined, adding “Maybe another time.” I certainly hoped that was sincere and not just a brush-off.

When I checked out of the hotel next morning, the desk boy handed me a message. ‘Contact Linda at the office whenever convenient’

On my way to my next store visit I called the office. Linda was out but she had left detailed instructions with Rachel: On Thursday at 4:30 p.m. I was to go to a particular car dealership representing one of the premium German brands and ask for David Cousins, and then meet her at 7:30 in a bar round the corner from PROM

I busied myself until Thursday, calling into just about every lingerie retailer in York whilst constantly pondering over my appointments. I hoped that Linda hadn’t changed her mind. I’d put a lot of thought and energy into finding ways to help her, with assistance and ‘training’ from Kirsten in particular as well as some valuable encouragement and suggestions from Emma. Wednesday night was slow to pass as I lay awake wondering if I’d done something wrong.

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I drove onto the small forecourt of the German car dealer at exactly the prescribed time (I’d parked round the corner for nearly an hour, waiting impatiently) and Mr Cousins was waiting for me. “You must be Julia, Linda’s friend. Hello, how are you?” he enquired, shaking me firmly by the hand. I could only guess why I was here, confirmed by his next remark.

“It’s ready for you, and you’ve made an excellent choice, if you don’t mind me saying.” I played along. “We’ve fitted and tested all the extras you ordered. The mechanics commented that they’ve never prepared a car that’s so comprehensively specified. It took them all lunchtime to work out that you really have got every possible option and extra in the price list.” I already hated this man more than most. Patronising is not a strong enough word. “And the colour would have been my choice too.” I felt sick.

Mr Cousins led me to the showroom and there in the doorway stood a work of art in steel and glass. The latest, most powerful version of a classic in its own time. A 2-door coupe in dark metallic bursa escort bayan blue, 4-wheel drive, with every safety, convenience and comfort accessory I could ever need, and more besides. He handed me they keys. “I’ll help you transfer your belongings from your old car then you just need to sign a couple of forms and she’s yours.”

As I drove gingerly from the forecourt I felt on top of the world, but also a little puzzled. The car was fantastic; I’d seen similar models on the road and envied them enormously. Had I let slip this fact to Linda? The name on the registration document was mine but on the top of the invoice was not Passionella UK but Linda’s name and private address. At first I’d assumed this was my new company car but it now appeared to be a personal gift from Linda. Was it a thank-you, or bribery? Or even ‘immoral earnings? But I hadn’t even touched her yet!

Linda was already sitting at a pavement table when I arrived, sipping a long soft drink. She kissed me warmly on both cheeks and moved my chair out for me like a well-practised waiter. “Hi, Julia, thanks for coming, how are you?” she enquired.

My drink arrived and I started to describe some aspects of my research during the previous two weeks but Linda’s mind was obviously elsewhere. “Oh, yes, I remember,” interrupted Linda, going on to remind me that she sees all my reports, which she reads avidly. Before I’d finished, Linda reached into her bag and pulled out neatly-folded document on Passionella headed paper.

“Julia,” she commenced, “I have been giving a lot of thought recently to the product strategy for Passionella UK and your recent reports have confirmed and crystallise my plans. I’ve drafted a letter to all my employees and I’d like you to look over it. I’d value your comments. Take it home and let me know next week.” She passed the crisp papers to me; I glanced over the pages and slipped them into my bag.

“Do you like the car?” she asked, rapidly changing the subject.

I said that I did like it enormously but that I’d only had time to drive a few miles, and I started to ask a question. From by the expression on my face she accurately guessed what it might be. “Let’s just say it’s a mark of my appreciation for all you have done for Passionella UK, and for me personally.” I only managed to say “But …” when she put a finger on my lips to stop me. “Just enjoy it, OK. You deserve it. Thanks.”

She changed the subject once more and we spent a pleasant hour chatting over a meal, until I’d summoned up the courage to ask another question that had been bothering me.

“Linda,” I started; she looked straight at me. “How did you know I’d tied Helen’s wrists together in the Private Room after the Mesh launch? And what we did together?”

Linda stood up, paid the bill and took me by the hand. “I’ll show you.”

It took only a few minutes to walk to Passionella UK head office. When we arrived, the lights were still on. “I expect Emma’s working late again, or maybe Charlotte,” Linda commented nonchalantly. I followed her upstairs to her office and she beckoned me in, locking the door behind us. Surely Helen hadn’t broken one of the main Passionella rules, of complete confidentiality? I guessed Linda was going to play me a sound recording of a conversation. But no, she’d said ‘I’ll show you.’

Linda switched on her computer and the large flat plasma screen on her office wall lit up. She pressed a few keyboard keys and an image appeared. I immediately recognised it as the Red Private Room. She clicked again and a picture of Yellow appeared, then Silver. I looked at her to elicit an explanation.

“Look carefully,” she suggested. As I studied the picture I realised it was not a still photograph, but a moving image, even though there was nothing actually moving. “Video?” I asked. “No,” she replied, “definitely not. Live.”

“CCTV?”

“Yes,” she confirmed.

So, Linda could watch what was happening in any of the rooms at any time, live in her office. So that explains why she’s nowhere to be seen at the launch-night after-show parties – Linda’s a voyeur.

“Does anyone else know?” I asked.

“Only Emma, ” she replied in a faltering voice, “I’m sorry if I’ve betrayed your trust. But I found watching beautiful women getting off on my products to be the next best thing to actually getting off myself. You know how I’ve been deprived of all sexual fulfillment all these years – this is the nearest I could get. Until that day in the Regent St. store. And you wonder why I bought you a car? For fuck’s sake, Julia, I’d have bought you a mansion if I’d known where you’d like to live!”

I was awe-struck. “Have you been watching me at all the launch parties?” I asked.

Linda looked down momentarily, indicating guilt and shame. Then she looked up at me coyly, seeking forgiveness. “Yes Julia. I can’t keep my eyes off you. I’m sorry.”

I didn’t know what to think.

“Did you see me with Stevie when we ‘scissored’ together?” I asked. Linda nodded.

“And bursa merkez escort when Abigail & Vikki put on that bondage pole-show for me?” She confirmed that she had.

“But what about the Look, Don’t Touch rule? If you’re watching all this stuff going on, why don’t you take some action?” I challenged.

“OK, so how do I explain to the Dems that I know what goes on – admit that I’m spying on them? They’d never trust me again,” came her swift reply.

I looked at her nonplussed. “But you are spying on them!”

“I’m not!” Linda retorted. “I’m watching them for my own gratification, not to check upon them. Anyway, the Dems are very clever. They stretch the rules close to breaking point but almost never overstep the mark, and only with very loyal and trusted clients. Think about what Abigail & Vikki did, did they actually touch each other’s genitals? Or yours?”

I shook my head and confirmed: “Sadly not.”

Linda was right. But she doesn’t know about me and Kirsten. Does she?

As we had been talking, Linda had been idly flicking through the channels, flashing one empty room after another on the giant screen, but she stopped when the lights in Silver flicked on and the door opened. We both watched as Yasmin and Zöe walked in holding hands and locked the door behind them.

“What are they doing here this evening?” I enquired, “there’s no show tonight”

The girls started to kiss each other’s cheeks and necks.

“We do allow some valued clients to use the rooms at other times,” she continued, “for example, to change after work before going to the theatre. Or to try on some Passionella products in a more private atmosphere than the store outlets.”

Yasmin was wearing a lace-up Gypsy-style top and suede skirt with a raw jagged hemline. Zöe was wearing a bomber jacket over a cropped tee-shirt with matching denim jeans. She undid the poppers on her jacket and shrugged it off, tossing it onto a nearby sofa; she obviously wore nothing under her top. It clung enticingly over, around and under the rounded muscular curves of her firm breasts and I could clearly see her nipples poking little peaks through the white stretch cotton fabric. And her jeans were definitely not chain-store own-brand.

“Shouldn’t they be accompanied by a Passionella employee?” I quizzed further.

Linda confirmed that indeed they should and that no-one would have given them a key without ensuring that a staff member would be there too. “Someone will be joining them soon, I’m sure,” she reassured me. “Here, sit down and watch, we’ll make sure they do.”

Yasmin and Zöe snogged passionately and pressed their clothed bodies together.

“I can’t imagine how any Passionella employee could help them with what they seem to want to do,” I observed, “these two are so tactile and so extrovert; they always draw a lot of attention at launch parties. I can’t keep my eyes off them.”

The two tall young women were obviously already hot for each other before they’d arrived and Yasmin’s hands were soon all over Zöe, clawing at her breasts. Then she dropped to her knees, slowly dragged down the zipper on her friend’s jeans and nuzzled her face in her crotch. Zöe dug her fingers into her hair and pressed her face harder into her most special place. Yasmin hooked her fingers into the waistband of Zöe’s designer-denims and pulled them down around her ankles, preventing her from opening her legs very wide. But she still managed to nestle her chin between her thighs and looked to be nibbling her pussy like it was a tasty piece of ripe fresh fruit through the fabric of her leopard-print panties.

Linda and I continued to watch in silence as Zöe pulled her short crop-top over her head and cupped her own naked breasts. She tipped her head right back so her naturally wild and tousled hair fell down her back. She had her mouth open wide and her eyes tight shut so she did not see another door at the far side of the room swing open. I looked at Linda but she did not appear surprised or alarmed, simply asking me if I recognised the new entrant. I didn’t, as she was wearing a highly-decorated mask and an all-in-one silver glossy cat-suit that accentuated her curvaceous body. Then the new participant turned her back to the camera and I realised it was Rachel; her long, voluminous hair hung down her back all but concealing the zipper of her high-neck, long-sleeved cat-suit.

“Rachel?” I suggested. Linda nodded.

Rachel was holding several white leather belts in one hand and in the other a short, thin stick not unlike a conductor’s baton, with which she tapped Yasmin on the shoulder. Immediately she sat back on her haunches and Zöe opened her eyes in surprise, but smiled when she saw the totally-encased form of Rachel standing behind her amorous friend.

Rachel motioned Zöe towards the chrome and white leather recliner chair at the far end of the room; Linda hit a keyboard key and the camera angle changed so we could see her.

Zöe relaxed back in the chair and Yasmin stood facing her at her feet. Rachel picked up a small box not unlike a home-entertainment system remote control and stood at Zöe’s head. Slowly the chair tipped back and the leg-rests raised its occupant’s feet off the floor then swung aside, parting her legs slightly. Zöe lay with her head propped against the headrest and placed her hands on her thighs.

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Meeting Her Part 6: Revelations

by LolaPaul49

Life changing secret come to light during the holiday season, after the Mink date and the end of the school year, leading up to a Christmas overnight at the Hightower mansion. Seeds of love are planted and a marriage is uprooted by a dead lover, opening the door to a brighter future for all.

Chapter 0 is background information.

Chapter 1 deals with Getty.

Chapters 4, 5 and 6 are short and advance the plot.

The rest of the chapters contain various intimate encounters.

–

Chapter 0. Fall Exam Schedule

A word about university schedules. Classes typically include the partial first week of December, plus the following full week. Classes end Thursday night, Friday is Study Day when some faculty hold informal review sessions, there might be hints about the final exam. The second full week is exam week, sometimes including the weekend and running into the next week. Exams follow an unusual and very rigid schedule because the exam periods are twice as long as regular class periods, plus there are common exams that need special blocks of time. Every class has one, and only one, unique exam period. Students leave campus after their last exam is done. Faculty are free to leave after grades are in.

The Saturday between the last class and the first exam is Graduation. Graduation must come before exams because that is the only way to insure faculty and students will be present.

You might reasonably wonder, what happens if a student takes part in the graduation ceremony/celebration but then falls short in one or more of their courses? Are they struck by lightning for the affront to the gods of academia? Or maybe torn apart by the gargoyles depicted on the ancient walls?

Well, the fact is that graduation is a parade/ceremony for parents, a bit of dress-up theater to make folks who pay the bills feel good. However, participation – walking across the stage – has no real significance. The only real requirement to walk across the stage at graduation like the real graduates is access to a cap and gown, whether you are graduating or not.

What really counts takes place after the semester. The transcript is prepared after the final grades are in. When sufficient grades and everything (library fines, lab fees, parking fines, rented cap and gown returned, etc.) else is checked, the paperwork is subjected to a “final check.” You are not graduated until all the boxes are checked off at that desk.

–

Chapter 1. Aftermath

Monday December 7, 2020

Monday morning after the Mink date, Nancy stopped at Isabel’s office to tell her about her friend Sammy. She thought Isabel might still be intimate with her husband so Nancy worried about the baby and Sam’s potential biological visitors after being buggered in public. She gave Isabel the flash drive with the pictures of Jorge hugging the VW Beetle with undue affection and indecent exposure during sodomy. Nancy agreed it was very disgusting.

Isabel thanked Nancy and said that part of her marriage was suspended some mouths ago. Still, having more insight into her husband was always useful, and the pictures were even better because, just that fast, they could be shared with Jorge’s family. Because they were friends they also touched on Nancy’s love life. Nancy mentioned she was done with Getty, who never scored with her. However, she had enjoyed a “secret special lover” since Spring, even if she was not worthy of him. (She said “since Spring” so Isabel would not think of me.) She admitted to talking me (her co-author) into the date at the Mink, where I was a wonderful.

Isabel thought it was interesting that they had both reached hard final decisions about the men, Getty and Jorge, around Thanksgiving. Isabel let slip that she had a guy “on the side” since early October. The guy had popped into her life. “It was just sex… at least it started that way… but with me kicking Jorge out it might turn into something more.”

After hearing some details from the Mink date Isabel assured Nancy that she was a prize for any guy, and her Mink date seemed a very promising step up in self-esteem. “You are worth it, maybe you should go after him,” Isabel said.

“Tennis Double wedding?” Nancy said. There was a fictional protocol for a celebration by the alums. It was from a story written and rewritten over the years that was corny and erotic, with things like an arch of tennis rackets, doubles service at the bachelor party and a wedding night where the bridal suite was shared, and not just with the extra friendly bridal couples.

“That would be something,” Isabel said with a smile. “Something so naughty for us… and so much fun. Still, the arch of tennis rackets, where we exit the tennis court nude with our husbands after the service… I control the court in the athletic building so it could be arranged…”

“I wonder how many tennis alums we could get to attend?”

Isabel went right to keeping the memories. “Imagine if we had parts gorukle escort photographed… with video cameras…”

As usual they parted with a hug and a more-than-friendly kiss – a bit friendlier than usual – that they kept feeling good about.

As the door closed they both asked themselves why they never explored each other in a friendly way. In the shower they washed each other’s backs, and they admitted to themselves there was some attraction there. They often thought about that contact afterward, when they were touching themselves in the dark. But it was never the right time.

–

After her talk with Isabel, Nancy took her 3-month old Nissan truck in for it’s first oil change, Getty had given her a free “full service” coupon. It was still morning and Getty worked evenings, but in the lot she saw a Ford F-150 that looked just like Getty’s. When she asked she was told it belonged to a customer.

In the waiting area she ran into “Big Mike Logan,” one of her best high school lovers, they embraced with a kiss. Mike was keeping up the family business as a con man and fence for questionable goods while running a bar that doubled as a hot used car lot. He had a really good memory for swag and a lousy memory for who he got it from.

Mike got his name in High School. He was big. His Eastern European last name was more or less unpronounceable, but it did start with “Log” and as it happened, in high school he looked a lot like a character in some cop TV shows that ran continuously on basic cable TV. The nickname caught on. (The same actor played one of the central romantic interests on “Sex And The City” which had imprinted on Nancy.) He was a year older than Nancy, but they graduated together because he stayed in high school the extra year. He said it was to graduate but actually it was to sell cheap weed to other students on school grounds, thereby building a loyal customer base without involving the police.

Nancy had dated Mike a few times, including taking her to prom where he got a limo and made it a big romantic deal. Mike was far and away the best of Nancy’s first half-dozen lovers. But they both knew it was play acting. plus their family connections trumped any romantic future before it started.

Mike always acted like seeing Nancy warmed his criminal heart. He was not married, but had a few kids by different women; he always said that his career choice was not conducive to what a wife needed. But he supported his kids better than a lot of married men did. “Like a professional athlete,” he claimed. “Not one of the bad ones.”

They were talking when Mike noticed Nancy’s ring on her necklace, it flexed his great memory and he made a face. “Uh, where did you get that?” he asked. “I have not seen it for a decade. It is supposed to be long gone from this earth.”

“It is my ‘maybe pre-engagement ring’ from Getty, I forgot to take it off. I’m breaking it off.”

“Getty? That little shit… I may break him off. Look, I hate to say it but that ring is a total fake, a composite stone in a fake ring. It is not worth the cost of an oil change. The ring has a iron core with a lead alloy facade for weight and lousy thin gold plating. The stone is a composite, a student’s work assignment while learning gem cutting. Most of the stone is glass but there is a thin cap on the top made of moissanite which will scratch anything but a diamond. An expert can tell right away, but most folks don’t have a clue. Did he tell you is was a caret?”

“He said it was a bit more.”

“I should kill the rat-bastard turd… no offense, but his type makes proper villains look bad. You really should take it off, that metal is bad for you.” She did exactly that, there was a very faint mark. Mike saw it and he got seriously pissed; for him that means he calmed down. That caused Nancy to worry, she knew Mike.

The conversation took a turn. “Look, do you have life insurance on him? We could split it. I’d give you the family cut!” Nancy shook her head as she put the ring out of sight. She could tell Mike was really serious, she knew he was dead serious now. “To bad. I sold him that ring and a bunch of others, a set of different sizes for a scam… must have been a decade ago. I know he used one on… never mind, you know I forget names. I told him to toss the rest within 6 months, they had a previous owner with… a bad reputation and might hold DNA connections best left uncovered. Are you really going to marry the pond scum?”

“Actually I never agreed to it, but I had never gotten a ring before and it fit, so… You know, he never really asked. I showed in around, it is impressive. But I made the decision to give it back. Please, don’t tell him.”

Mike relaxed a bit. “Okay. Use my name if you want, tell him that when I saw it I promised to… say ‘bust his fingers’ for not dumping the set. He promised me… If he gives you any trouble, I will make him really sorry, you have my word on it.”

“I appreciate that… but Mike, you know my cousin Linus is altıparmak eskort bayan a cop, right? Your bar has a sign that says ‘never lie to family’ so…”

“Yeah, sure, I know him, Linus is the real deal, fair and reasonable. Honest too, some… never mind. We are just talking here. But if you change your mind, just say the word… my dogs always need fresh meat. This world will be a better place without a lying cheating fast-talker named… well, just… you made a good choice.”

It was a good thing Nancy knew Mike meant well in all he said to her. He was very well connected, had never been convicted, and was more than capable of what he suggested, including the part about feeding his dogs. But for the sake of the fond memories of a prom weekend they both treasured, he would defer his wrath.

–

Nancy was at home Monday evening when Linus came by with a detective.

Linus explained how shots were fired Friday night after Getty got home from work. “Thugs of some type, probably bill collectors of some type, were waiting for him inside his house. He parked next door, spotted them, and snuck in for something.” When Getty was discovered bullets flew both directions. The hits were not initially fatal, but they needed medical attention. Getty drove hundred of miles, refilling his car from jerry cans and taking pain killers. When he did the bullet moved and that did the serious damage. The estimated time of death was around midnight Saturday, at a rest stop a couple of states away.

Nancy lost her supper. When she recovered the detective had questions. She answered everything they asked, they focused on Thursday and the shots Friday. She did not volunteer anything beyond her alibi and the facts. She did not mention the ring, or her talk with Mike. She knew Mike was not involved.

It seemed that Getty was last seen leaving his job at about 9 Friday night, and the shooting was soon after that, so I and the Mink gave Nancy a solid alibi.

Two cops also visited me Monday night. The detective talking to Nancy called to send them to check alibis before they left her, so she would not have a chance to warn me. I was truthful and co-operative but basically told them what they knew.

In my previous career, when I moved tens of millions of dollars around, I had been questioned few times by human lie-detectors from Homeland Security, so the firm prepped me as a credible, confident and truthful witness. I said they could take my sheets and the glasses from Mink if they wanted to check for DNA. Mink also scans IDs, has a photo record at the door and I paid with a credit card so we were solid for the time of the shooting. Normally I would not volunteer anything, but on a hunch, and just to be helpful, I also mentioned some disgusting pictures taken outside the Mink which they asked me to give to them to check the metadata, for verification. They proved I was there well after 10.

Somehow, copies of the pictures showing public displays of perversion and the disgusting abuse of a VW Beetle wound up in the hands of the vice cops, so Jorge was looking at some more thrills and legal bills.

Nancy was shook up enough that she wanted to be with somebody. Her family was not an option so Linus brought her over to me Monday night. Linus shared Nancy’s father’s opinion of Nancy’s past prospects. After hearing about my bona fides (her co-author, a faculty member, and alive without a criminal record) Linus agreed with Nancy that I was the type of guy she should be with.

Linus did not say it out loud, but he intimated very clearly that, now with Getty gone it was my chance to make my play for his very desirable cousin.

We didn’t have sex that night. Nancy needed to be with somebody she trusted to cry on and I was good with that. The routine of teaching her classes on Tuesday got her back to something normal.

On Thursday the cops came to Nancy’s office. It seemed that Getty had tried to steal from her bank account, they showed her the film from the bank and it was pretty clear. After that she was very much over Getty.

–

Chapter 2. Seems Like The First Time

Tuesday December 8, 2020

Tuesday after the Mink date with Nancy, during the last week of regular classes, was my usual evening with Isabel. She had already talked to Nancy and had seen the disgusting pictures of Jorge. Nancy kept my name out of that conversation, but the sexual nature of the subject got both Nancy and Isabel thinking, in a peripheral manner, about what might have been all those times in the past when they were the last ones off the court, and then alone in the shower.

Isabel also knew about Getty and spread the word to her family and some other higher-up. She knew her dad Curtis was a fan of Nancy from tennis. He was the one who contacted Nancy’s two Chairmen and got heavy about cutting Nancy “any slack she wanted, including proctoring and grading her exams if needed.” This was an incredible indulgence, it had only been done nilüfer eskort bayan in the case of the death of a spouse or child. Curtis made it clear the Nancy was special. “Treat her like my daughter… or you will wish you had.”

Isabel had mentioned to me that we had to take a break from our bedroom meetings, this was probably our last date of the year. Between work, family and the Hightower Foundation she was really busy for the six weeks between the end of fall classes and the start of spring classes after MLK day.

Isabel wanted Tuesday to last all night, if that was possible. She had arranged it from her end. Jorge was pissed but after seeing the pictures she really did not care what he thought, she just told him she would be gone, and “out of touch all night” for him. “If you are going to die, please leave a text message in time.”

I had no conflicts as long as I got out of her apartment before sunrise. (The Tuesday night in question is one of the longest of the year.) I planned accordingly by bringing a change of shirt and underwear. She approved.

When I arrived at the apartment Isabel was in a state that I can only describe as overheated sexually. Isabel is normally pretty quick at getting my clothes off, but this time she was more frantic than ever. She dragged me into her bathroom, pulling everything off. I expected it and dressed accordingly. She was perspiring as she got my sweats off. Without prompting she said that like our first meeting, she had spent some time with her Sybian getting ready for a workout. Also, she preferred to take it in the ass without any extra conversation.

I noticed the bathroom had been substantially remodeled since my last visit, but did not get a chance to talk about it.

Once I was in the bathroom she locked me into a deep kiss where her tongue was very aggressive. One arm was pulling my mouth tight against her in the kiss. Her other hand dragged my hand to her butt, she wanted to make her specific desire, and how ready she was, as clear as possible.

My fingers found her ass was more than ready for use. She had been stretched so the entrance was wider than my finger, and was well lubed. Beyond the entrance, she urged me to probe, penetrating deeper with my finger so I could see how deep she had gotten the lube. Her ass was really ready for it.

Once I made my discoveries she wanted us to move to the next stage without delay. She released me from the aggressive face-suck, spun around, and bent forward holding the sturdy grab rail that was installed for this specific purpose. She was in a corner of the shower where mirrors graced the two adjacent walls. Ever since I had given her the DVD of me enjoying her body in my office, filming her like a porno of a naughty coed, Isabel was entranced by seeing herself fucked.

It was a very eloquent wordless invitation to use her body without delay.

I was happy giving Isabel what she wanted. All I had to do was ease my tab “P” in her very co-operative slot “A” for a mutual very good time, just like when we first met in the dark. Except this time we had a great view of the two of us with the lights (dimmed lights set the mood) as she bent over in front of the mirrors, displaying her open hole. She looked so available for the taking in the most primitive, explicit “fuck me now” position. The mirrors presented both a front view and a profile view of us as I eased my cock into her body.

The growling-moaning sound that came out of her throat as I stepped into her was pure female lust.

I stepped up, made contact, and adjusted the vector to the target. Her sphincter was distended, stretched open. Before I arrived she had stretched her back door, there was only one point of relative tightness as my cock ridge passed into her body. She bore down to help, her ass pushed out, blooming like a hungry bum. I pushed just a bit as the ridge of my arrowhead cock popped into her lubed hungry opening which swallowed my cock like it was made for it, taking me all the way in until I was pressing tight against her body. I was driven by the lustful enthusiasm that came upon both of us. “Go on, push it, stretch me and get in there,” she said as I entered. “I feel each stroke more that way,” she sighed as I pushed all the way in. “Please, now pull out and give it to me again like your slut.”

She told me later that an afternoon spent with a set of graduated butt plugs were responsible for the easy and almost painless entry. “It was a sensation enough to feel you move, but not enough to really call it pain,” she sighed. “It was perfect.”

As I pushed through into her depths the second time I went a little harder. She gave a little moan at the sensation, a very sincere sound that grabbed me; whether it was pain or pleasure or both I could not be sure at the time, but something inside me was driven by it, and maybe that was not my better angels. Instead it was something primitive and greedy, part of the stuff that drove men to wars, like the war of the Sabine women, or the ten year siege of Troy that ruined so much.

As soon as I was all-in she squeezed her opening tight on my shaft as it followed into her body. I felt the powerful muscles of her bottom clench against my cock. With her muscular form she looked and felt fantastic to both of us as I moved in and out of her.

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Jim was exhausted. He had just pulled into his driveway and turned the engine off. He sat there in the gloom and reflected on his week. It had consisted of endless travel and meetings with potential clients followed by nights out wining and dining with his business partner to attempt to secure contracts. It had been somewhat successful, with two contracts in the bag and one that seemed very promising. He was happy with the outcome, but it had taken it out of him. He was done in and the only thing he craved was to sit on the sofa, drink beer and lose himself in mind numbing television.

He knew that would not be the case. With a one-year-old that had just had eight teeth come through in the last week and a very tired wife, he was well aware that as soon as he stepped through the door he would be “Dad” again. He would drop the corporate businessman persona and pick up where he left off earlier that week as the loving husband and energetic dad. He just didn’t think he had the energy tonight. His wife had been at the end of her tether on Thursday, and he was torn between growing his business and his duties at home. He had been so busy today that he had only managed to text her in the morning to ask how her night went. He had had no reply and was dreading what he was about to walk into.

Don’t get me wrong, Jim loved his wife and child to death. His wife was stunning. She was 5 foot 6, brunette with a gorgeous pear-shaped body with lovely petite breasts that fit perfectly in his hands. He was just as in awe of her as he was when he met her 12 years ago. She had the ability to get him hard with one look or one stroke of her hand. She was perfect to him with a great sense of humour and being a wonderful mother too.

His little girl was also a highlight of his life. Watching her grow from a tiny baby to a little toddler was an amazing experience. Her was so proud of his family that sometimes his heart burst.

Tonight though, he was mentally and physically drained. What he needed was a quiet night in to recover his energy. He had held off long enough. He exited his Mercedes, straightened his shirt that after a 4 hour drive had crumpled at the waist, grabbed his bag and turned the handle to his front door.

Silence.

Not just silence but darkness apart from candlelight coming from the living room. His exhausted brain was confused as he dropped his bag by the front door.

“Hello, anyone there?”

No answer. Not even the standard welcome from the dog, jumping and licking his face. It was all very odd.

Jim walked towards the candlelight. Immediately he stopped in his tracks. The living room was immaculate. No toys or craft materials scattered about the place. He turned in a circle to double check he was in the right house. It was his, but a version from years ago. Before the pregnancy and responsibilities life throws at you remove your ability to retain a semblance of order in your home life. On the pleasantly clean coffee table sat an ice-cold beer in a bottle, the condensation slowly dripping down the bottle neck. He reached over, picked it up and took a long draw from the bottle. Perfect amber nectar escort bayan trickled down his throat, clearing his head and bringing a smile to his lips.

“Amanda, what’s going on?” he called.

“Take a seat and relax, Ill be down in a minute” She called down from upstairs.

Well, this is a nice change of pace for a Friday he thought. He was again confused, this time because she had called down. Usually at this time of night it was either a crying baby or whispered words, not one of them wanting to be responsible for waking and having to resettle her. “You break it, your bought it”, was the phrase they used.

He decided to go with it. He sat on the sofa, taking sips from his beer and switched on the television. He sighed and contented sigh. This is what he needed. A quiet night to recuperate from his hectic week. He felt for his wife when he had weeks like this. She worked so hard to give their child an educational and entertaining environment and keep the house in order. Most days, when he was not travelling for business, they split duties at night, leaving little time for themselves to be a couple. When he was away, this was all down to her, and she would be just as tired as him.

This night was different however. Her voice sounded upbeat, not the downtrodden woman he had spoken to yesterday. Sipping his beer, he called up to her.

“Where’s Milly?”

“My parents picked her and Merlin (the dog) up last night. Don’t worry about a thing. Please just sit and drink your beer. I’ll be down in a sec”.

A rare night to themselves. What a nice surprise. His cock gave a slight twitch at the prospect that he may be in store for a night of passion. Whilst rest and relaxation were initially what he needed, a wild night with his wife would be a much better energiser, and one he deeply craved. Since the birth, their sex life had been infrequent at best and when they did have sex it was beautiful but usually interrupted by the baby crying or was just a quicky to fit it in around nap time, pleasant but not a candle to the nights they used to have. When they did have some alone time, both of them were generally so exhausted they had an early night and skipped sex altogether. Jim needed this but experience taught him to not get his hopes up. He resigned himself to a night without sex which was much more realistic. With a deep sigh he called up again.

“You coming?”

She replied “Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you”

Hmm well this is new, maybe his sex craved needs weren’t going to be dashed tonight. He closed his eyes and relaxed back into the sofa.

He heard her enter the room. Her scent filled his senses. His head swam as the smell of her natural aroma and that of her perfume. She always smelt fantastic with or without perfume. She stopped in front of him.

“Open them”

He opened his eyes and his breath caught. Standing in front of him was his goddess. His mouth gapped as his eyes took her in head to toe. Her lips were ruby red from her lip gloss, her hair was curled into waves that fell and framed her gorgeous face. She wore a red silk kimono, held open displaying altıparmak escort bayan a matching set of near see through red lacy underwear covering her perfect petite breasts and luscious pussy. She hadn’t shaved for a long time, but looking he noticed she was completely bare down there. The lacy panties not leaving much to the imagination.

“Well?”

“My god Amanda, you look so fucking sexy. What a perfect surprise”.

“Well, I haven’t given you your surprise yet sweetie” She said in a sultry tone.

Amanda winked and licked her ruby lips. She placed one hand on his chest and pushed him back further into the sofa. His heart was beating like a jungle drum, his cock already at full mast in his trousers. She straddled his lap with her freshly shaved legs and lent in to kiss him passionately. They made out like when they first met. His hands exploring her perfect arse and thighs. She had always said her bum was too big, but he loved it that way. It was delicious. She unbuttoned his shirt and traced her hands over his hairy chest as they kissed. Time stood still, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths whilst their hands explored their flesh. He felt electric. Each time she stroked his chest his cock grew harder. He had to have her.

She pulled off him eliciting a deep growl of frustration. She smiled, “This weekend is just you and me. I have many plans for you, and I have made sure we will not be disturbed. Milly is with my parents until Monday and the fridge is fully stocked with your favourite beer and food.” Her smile drifted into a look of sadness. “I know we have not had much time for each other since Milly came along. I have been self-conscious of my body since…”

“Stop that Amanda, you are perfect to me. The sexiest woman I have ever met”.

“Let me finish please. I have been self-conscious since the birth. My body has changed and no matter what you say I am not the woman I once was. Our sex life has drifted, and I am determined to change that. I know now I am what I am and I know you love me but I just haven’t felt sexy for the last few years.” A small tear rolled down her cheek. “But its time I changed that. That we rekindle what we once had. You do so much for us, providing for your family and being the perfect Dad at home. Its time I repay you for being so wonderful”. She smiled again. A truly devilish smile.

“Amanda, I…..”

She stopped him with a finger to his lips. His heart had swelled at her emotional words and now his cock again swelled with anticipation. She kissed him lightly on the lips and then started down his chest. He sighed a contented sigh. She reached for his belt and slowly, sensually unbuckled it. She started to remove his trousers, never once removing her lips from his torso. He lifted himself to help her out and she suddenly whipped off both his trousers and boxers in one swift motion. His socks came off next as she delved further down his stomach, pausing only once to lick around his belly button.

Shivers ran through him as a moan escaped his lips. Sexually electricity was thick in the air. She hadn’t nilüfer eskort gone down on him for years. She never had liked it much, only doing it on occasions after a lot of pestering from him. Tonight, was different. She was like a woman possessed. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and stared up at him. Her eyes, ever changing colour were a light grey with a hint of hazel tonight. His goddess sucked and licked the tip of his cock. He moaned at her administrations. Her lips and tongue felt wonderful, so good after all this time. He knew he wouldn’t last long.

He said as much, she smiled around his helmet and then fully engulfed his hard cock down to the hilt. He moaned and gasped in surprise and pleasure. She had never taken him so far, so fast. He was in a state of intense arousal and sexual bliss. She started to slowly bob her head up and down, making sure to lick and suck the tip when she reached it. Her pace slowly grew until she was wildly sucking him off.

His balls clenched as the impending orgasm started the rise. The smell in the room was of pure sex. He could smell her heady arousal and it pushed him over the edge.

“I’m cumming” he screamed and attempted to pull out of her wonderous mouth. She had only once allowed him to cum in her mouth and she had detested it. But this time she latched on and stared at him with those magical eyes. He saw need and determination, and then he was cumming. Stream after stream of cum ejaculated from his cock into the mouth of his fantastic wife. The orgasm was the most powerful he had had in an age and lasted over a minute.

“Arghhh…”

Her eyes bulged slightly but she sucked, swallowed and suck again until he was spent. Small drops of cum had leaked from the corners of her mouth but she was oblivious in that moment. She continued to lick and clean her husbands cock as it slowly deflated in her warm mouth. She never broke eye contact and once she was done, she let his cock pop out of her mouth, licked her lips and smiled in a way that made him fall head over heels for her all over again.

“Yummy, I didn’t realise just what I was missing” She wiped her lips with her hand and then licked the remaining cum off of them.

“Amanda, that was… Incredible… I’m not complaining but just what has gotten into you?”

“I told you it was a surprise, and there is much more in store for you I promise you that.”

She stood and grabbed his hand. Her panties were soaked through, and he could see and smell her gorgeous pussy. He licked his lips and she followed his eyes.

“Upstairs loverboy.” She grabbed his hands and stared deep into his soul. “We are going to bed and I’m going to sit on your face and smother you with my wet pussy dripping pussy” she purred. “Then you are going to fuck me to sleep, we will not stop until one of us passes out. I want your cock in me all night long. Tomorrow, well tomorrow I have more surprises.” She winked and pulled him towards the stairs.

Jim was in a state of shock and exhilaration all at once. His tiredness and exhaustion replaced with a sexual invigoration he had not known for years. His mouth salivating, his cock hard as steal, he chased his wife giggling into the bedroom for the greatest night of passion either of them ever had.

To be continued…

Author’s note:

This is my first attempt at erotic fiction and have an idea for at least 2 more chapters. All comments welcome.

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The following occurred, albeit with perhaps a little embellishment, five years ago, but it nevertheless conveys the spirit of the holidays.

It was already December of his senior year in college. Final exams were finished and Eric had gone home for the holidays. It was great to see his family again, but with the holidays comes some obligatory activity, most importantly getting his mom something for Christmas. Typical of most guys Eric had put off shopping for as long as he thought he could. Not knowing what he was really looking for, he went to the mall and wandered from store to store. He was browsing through one of the larger department stores when he looked up and saw Julie, the girl he had dated over the summer, but hadn’t had any contact with since the semester had begun.

“Hi, how’ve you been?” he asked.

“Oh Eric. I’m fine,” Julie responded with some surprise at seeing who had approached her. “How did your semester go?”

“It was really busy, but I also did really well. How about you?” he asked as his mind flashed back to the last time he saw Julie. It was at the town lake and she wore the cutest pink string bikini—oh, what her body did for that!

“Well,” she began, “I made the dean’s list again?”

“No surprises,” Eric replied. “So, what else are you up to?”

“Mom and dad are working overtime this weekend and so they want me to decorate the house for the holidays. I had to buy some more ornaments for the tree. How about you?”

“I’m looking for something for my mom. I don’t have a clue of what to get her though.”

“Can you believe that I have to go get a tree yet? Say, you wouldn’t want to help me now would you?” Julie said flashing Eric a to-die for smile.

“Sure. When do you want to go?”

“How about this afternoon? There is a tree farm not far from here and being that there’s some snow on the ground it would put us in a festive holiday mood. Stop by and pick me up at 2:00?”

Later that day

When Eric stopped by to pickup Julie, she came out wearing a ski jacket and a warm long wool plaid skirt that she had paired with fur trimmed Sorel boots. Clearly Julie was a knockout no matter what she decided to wear.

When they got to the tree farm the weather had turned pleasant with a sunny sky, no wind, and temperatures in the low 30’s. Although the snow had started to turn to sloppy slush it görükle escort bayan was still a lot of fun as they would joke about the shapes of some of the trees. They spent better than an hour trudging around looking at trees being watchful for the right height, full shape, and straight trunk. Finally, after finding just the right one, Eric cut it, and they brought it home.

After wrestling the tree into a stand and bringing it into the house, Eric and Julie turned to the task of decorating. The lights went on first and then the ornaments. Julie worked on one side; Eric, the other.

“Do you have enough balls over there?” Julie asked and then giggled knowing full-well what she had said.

“I think so. Is two enough?” Eric replied playing along with the double entendre.

“I mean the ornamental ones.”

“Not all of them are ornamental though,” he responded quickly. “Some can be quite functional.”

“I think that we might have finished our tree decorating. How about trying some of daddy’s eggnog?” said Julie changing the subject and leading Eric to the kitchen. Then after taking a bottle out of the refrigerator she poured two glasses.

“To Christmas!” Eric toasted.

“To Christmas!” chorused Julie. “May everyone get what they want.”

“Hey, this is good stuff. What’s in it?” asked Eric.

“I can’t tell you. It’s daddy’s secret, but it does have some booze in it. I think it’s just yummy,” she replied taking Eric back into the living room so that they could admire their handiwork with the Christmas tree.

“You know what we need?” he asked.

“No, what?”

“That we start a fire in the fireplace. It would make things really festive,” said Eric getting up and setting a match to the logs and watching the flame take hold.

“That was sweet of you to think of a fire. And romantic, too,” she said as she leaned over and planted a passionate kiss on him.

“I really missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” she said plunging her tongue into his mouth and feeling for his crotch.

That kiss lingered on for the longest time during which Eric’s hands did their own roaming and soon were up under Julie’s sweater. Gosh, but her boobs were amazingly soft, each one being exactly one handful. Kissing them would have to wait because he had other places that he wanted to explore. His hand went under altıparmak eskort the hem of her skirt and up Julie’s leg. It wasn’t long before he found his target and discovered that she was not wearing any panties.

“Surprise!” she said. “I thought that panties would just get in the way.”

“You were right,” Eric said as he felt her pussy and found what he was looking for. “And how is that little clitty?”

“Waiting for you,” she purred.

“For me?”

“Yes, waiting for your tongue,” she said with the naughtiest of giggles.

At that Eric moved from the couch and knelt on the floor, his face now in Julie’s crotch. He began by kissing her pussy, but then moved up to the clit which he began to suck on. His reward was the flow of moisture that Julie’s pussy was depositing on his chin. He moved his mouth down and licked her feminine juices. “Delicious!” he exclaimed to himself as he now sucked her pussy.

“Oh, but that feels just sooooo good! I just love it.”

“Have you ever had sex under a Christmas tree?” he asked.

“No, but it sounds like it might be fun. After all, it is the season,” Julie said moving to the floor. “I just hope that you have a rubber because it wouldn’t be cool to leave cum stains on mom’s carpet now would it?”

Luckily this was the era when Eric would regularly carry a condom in his wallet for those ‘just in case’ moments for which this would definitely qualify. After removing the little round foil pack from his wallet, he held it up to show Julie saying, “Look what I have!”

Julie’s face now broke out into the widest smile any girl had ever given him. She then said, “You better put that on and not keep me waiting,” as she hiked her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs.

Eric then tore open the pack, removed the rubber, and put it on. His now rubber encased manhood was now standing perfectly erect, the little seminal receptacle flaccid at its tip. “I hope that you’re ready for this,” he said as he knelt on the floor between her legs.

“I am ready, but it’s funny how doing it under the Christmas tree feels just so naughty. Maybe because I’m also thinking of what would happen if mom or dad happened to come home from work a little early and found us doing it.”

As Eric slipped his penis into Julie he told her, “Yeah, I guess it is naughty, but nilüfer escort then again aren’t you supposed to put gifts under the tree?”

“Yes, you are. Now if you would just put that gift of yours in a little deeper. It feels so wonderful!” said Julie.

“You feel wonderful, too, because there is nothing like a nice warm wet and slippery pussy,” said Eric allowing his manhood to probe the depths of her vagina before withdrawing half-way and then repeating the motion.

“Oh, I think I’m ready to cum!” Julie exclaimed after several minutes of in and out motion. “It feels soooo good, too. Go ahead, I’m ready!” she said begging Eric to cum.

A short moment later his penis literally exploded with a load of cum that filled the little reservoir tip of the rubber. It was followed by several smaller spasms that each delivered even more. “Ugh!” he exclaimed as the last one depleted him. “I think that’s all.”

“Are you sure? I’ll take more if you have any left.”

“You’re something else. Before you wouldn’t let me in your pants, but now you are insatiable. What happened?” asked Eric as he withdrew his manhood from Julie’s vagina and saw how really full the rubber now was.

“Oh my gosh, I guess you were full. That’s impressive,” she said.

“But you really loved having sex with me just now. It was really great, but what happened since summer?”

“Simple. Christmas only cums once a year. That’s all you get for 2014!” she said laughing at her own joke.

“I still think how special it has been going out on a beautiful late December day, picking out a Christmas tree, bringing it home, and then decorating it. It just sets the right mood for the holidays.”

“You’re only partially right. It was also making a fire in the fireplace, having some of daddy’s eggnog, making out, and then having sex that set the mood.”

“Speaking of daddy’s eggnog, I think after that great sex we have each earned another glass of it. What do you say?”

Julie and Eric got dressed and went into the kitchen where another round of eggnog was poured. They had no sooner toasted to ‘Christmas coitus’ when Julie’s mom arrived home. After saying their ‘hellos’ her mom looked into the living room, saw the decorated tree, and said “Well, you two have certainly been busy!”

Julie and Eric both nearly choked on her comment, exchanged glances and held back their giggles. Julie said, “We have been very busy and we’re glad that you approve.” In the meantime, Eric surreptitiously wrapped the used rubber in a couple of tissues and stuck it in his jacket pocket.

They poured Julie’s mom a glass of eggnog and toasted “Merry Christmas!” It was, too.

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The day started out slowly, the sun rose over the sea in the east, reflecting wildly on the water briefly, before rising into the clear blue morning sky. It was early, summer, and there was hardly a breath of wind as she stood on the deck of the yacht looking out at the sunrise, while she sipped on the coffee in a mug she held with both hands…

The bay was remote where the yacht rode gently in the swell. Riding up and down slowly with the rising and falling of the waves. No other human being was around for miles, or so the travel brochure had promised them. so she was quite comfortable standing there in a long long-sleeved T-shirt of her man, his smell still on it from their day the day before.

She put the mug down on a whim, and stepped quickly out of the shirt exposing her bronzed body once more to the sun. There were no tan lines, she like tanning naked. Made sense to her. Her long blonde hair fluttered gently over her full breasts in the breeze off the sea, and she stepped to the edge of the deck and dived headlong into the water.

She swam lazily around the boat taking it slowly and appreciating the sensuous feeling the water made as it passed around her body.

She felt görükle escort a slight tingle as she remembered the night they had arrived on the yacht and sailed the yacht together to this bay. And she suddenly had a tingling heat pass through her body, in spite of the cool morning water she was swimming in.

She got around the yacht and reached up and grabbed the ladder, pulling herself back on deck, dripping water all over the deck. Without a thought she lay down on the towel that was spread on the roof of the wheel house and stretched out her body to get every bit of it exposed to the sun.

Her thoughts went back to the night they arrived, and she began to rub her hands all over her stomach and up over her breast, her nipple leaping to an erect position, almost at command. Her other hand went down and began to play with her hair and she slipped a finger in between her legs… then a second. She wasn’t aware that her man was watching her, and he was naked too, and he was aroused.

He stood quietly watching her, holding himself in his hand and gently rubbing himself, smiling quietly.

She licked her fingers and slipped them inside herself and with her thumb began eskort bayan to rub her clit, and as she did that she began to simultaneously roll her nipple on her left breast with the other hand. Her eyes were slightly closed, and almost rolled back, in her ecstasy. She was enjoying this.

Suddenly, she felt a bearded mouth on her other breast as her man had now stepped forward, knelt quietly down and now began sucking her breast.

Her hand went round behind his head and pulled his hair and as she did that his head came up and she kissed him on the lips, sucking the ripe lips into her mouth and flicking out her tongue, deep into his mouth.

He lay down next to her and his hands were free, one went to help the seemingly overworked hand at her crotch and suddenly she was insanely wet. Her back arched up and forced her hips into his hand almost as if it wanted to tell it to get busy. She turned on her side and lifted her knee and freed up the space for him to work, and he did it SOOO well. Using his thumb he pushed her mons gently up towards her navel and her clit popped out, ready for his proud attention. And he delivered… rubbing and flicking it, and altıparmak escort bringing it to attention. She reached into his face with hers and kissed him again, sucking his lips and licking his mouth hungrily.

She reached down and took him in one hand and there was enough left over for her to take him into her mouth and let her tongue flick over the tip and shaft enthusiastically, sucking and licking in turn as she sought to keep him erect and stop him from coming just yet.

She wanted him inside her. She so wanted his big, thrusting hips to drive himself deep inside her now… she pushed his shoulders back onto the deck and swung her legs astride him, lowering herself over him. Slowly, gently and making small mewing noises she took all of him inside her. Then she began to ride him, slowly at first, then more and more rhythmically and then faster and faster as she rushed him to beat her to it,

Her heat began to thunder in her ears as she realised she was getting very close and suddenly, almost as if she did not expect it, they were writhing together, groaning and moaning in pleasure as they both thundered into orgasm together. Her back arched right back and then she fell onto his chest and lay there panting quietly. She was purring.

He encircled her in his arms and held her gently as they cooled in the morning sunshine… and she looked down and saw that it would not be too long before they could start this all over again. And she smiled.

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