Ryan Ch. 01: Sunning

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Saturday, Ryan hiked up to The Ridge. Perched on the unpopular side of a mountain, The Ridge itself was about 40 feet of a broken stone ledge scar that dropped off about 20 feet. The Ledge was solid rock and scattered with boulders from higher elevations. There were grassy sections sloping on the sides, a tangle of paths through trees and bushes at the back and, hidden in those trees, a small creek ran down a small valley. Some guys had brilliantly dug a pool around the creek and built a dam, creating a place for a few guys to soak and the water didn’t get stagnant.

The view from The Ledge was unremarkable, aside from the expanse of trees and brush below. The more interesting sights were on the other sides of the mountain, granting this area privacy from casual hikers. The angle of the mountain, and the trees growing on the sides, stopped anyone from seeing the ridge from the upper parts of the mountain.

On hot days, the shelf of rock and slopes of grass would be peppered with sweaty naked boys enjoying the sun (and each other). But, it was past the peak of the summer and nights were cool.

Ryan was heading for was his regular spot at the end of the ridge, just past a boulder, where a smooth slice of granite was lower than the rest, both granting it a little privacy and acting as an ampitheatre when guys stood around the edges to watch any action. Ryan had seen a few shows over time, even been in a couple.

He walked across the ridge, the silence settling in, the sun in a clear sky pouring down. He seemed to be alone today, which suited him fine. He strolled to his section only to find his spot occupied.

A young guy lay just passed the Boulder wearing socks, jeans, white t-shirt, and baseball cap tipped down over his eyes. He looked too neat to be living outside. Athletic shoes were on laced beside him and were not only completely inappropriate for hiking but were also spotless and, probably, very expensive.

The kid’s in my space, thought Ryan, maybe he frightens easy. He strolled further and dropped his backpack about six feet from the sleeper. As expected, the noise startled him awake.

“Oh, sorry,” said Ryan. “Did I wake you up?”

The guy pushed his hat back and looked at Ryan. “S’okay. I didn’t mean to drop off. It’s very peaceful up here.”

“It is,” agreed Ryan. He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and peeled it off, exposing his wide, hairy chest and solid core. He bunched the shirt up and, lifting each arm up in turn, used it to wipe his pits.

“Warm day, too. Hiking built up a sweat.” He dropped the shirt onto the pack. He sat down and untied his hiking boots. “You been here long?”

“Not really, just a few…” he glanced at his watch. “Wow. Ok, I’ve been here 45 minutes. Guess I really dropped off. “

“It’s a good spot for that.” His boots off, Ryan took off his socks and wriggled hairy toes.

“You here a lot?”

“I wouldn’t say a lot,” answered Ryan. “Enough to have a regular spot. Here. You come a lot?” Ryan quirked an eyebrow, wondering if the kid would get the entendre.

“Nah. This is my first time here. I was hiking up the mountain with my girlfriend and was taking a path and she said not to, that the other path went up the mountain. I asked where that path went and she said the back of the mountain.”

Ah, thought Ryan, straight-boy. Here by accident or by “accident”, he wondered.

“So you hadn’t heard of this place?” Ryan stood, undid his belt, and unbuttoned his shorts. He unzipped his fly enough to show off the weave of his Bike supporter basket. He always wore a smaller size to make the pouch snug on his junk. The kid was looking away, pitching stones off the ridge.

“Ah…no, never heard of it. It’s nice up here, I don’t know why she wouldn’t come up.” He turned to Ryan and flinched at the view as Ryan dropped the shorts to the ground. His full basket was prominent in the other guys view, his body muscled and coated with dark red hair. Ryan stepped out of the shorts, turned his back, and bent at the waist to retrieve them, giving the young man a view of his firm ass and hairy crack.

“What are you doing?”

Ryan stood and turned, enjoying the slight panic in the kid’s voice. His thumbs hooked onto the waistband of the jock, pulling the elastic out from his waist. “This is nude beach, as it where. Guys come here to sunbathe naked.”

“It is? Oh, that explains… I thought… Okay.” He stood. Ryan grinned at the pending flight of the straight-boy. The guy grabbed his hat and dropped it to the ground. He pulled up his T-shirt over his head. “I like sunning.” He dropped the shirt, opened his jeans, and pushed them to the ground in record time. He stood on one leg, freeing his foot, clad only in snug, white boxer briefs. His foot twisted in the pant leg and his balance wavered. Ryan let his waistband snap back and rushed over to grab the boy before he pitched himself over the side.

“Thanks! That was close, huh? Just a sec.” He freed his foot and, his arm and chest still held by Ryan, a tiny Ankara escort nipple under his hand, shifted his balance and fought his other foot free. He stood on both feet, holding his jeans in front of him. His head came up to Ryan’s chin. His hair, dark and curly, was squashed close to his head by the cap. His body was lean, muscles developed and long, his chest flat and squared off. A trail of hair was between his pecs and ran down over flat abs and trailed into snug underwear. His basket was apparent, soft, and thick thighs stretched out the leg holes. A swimmer’s body, thought Ryan, bet there’s a bubble butt behind it.

“Thanks for saving my ass. I’m good now.” He smiled at Ryan, a wide grin, and stood bent-kneed, like balancing on a surfboard. Ryan nodded and stepped back. They looked at each other a moment, waiting to see who would strip off first. Ryan hooked his thumbs and pulled the jock down to his ankles. As he bent back up, he saw the other bent over, skimming his underwear to the ground. He straightened up and shrugged. His soft cock swung loose, pubes trimmed close. Ryan’s cock, heavy and hairy, swelled a bit at the view. He unconsciously started to lick his lips and stopped himself. He squatted down and took out his water bottle and took a swig. He stood and held it out.

“Water? I’m Ryan by the way.”

“Thanks.” He stepped closer and took the bottle. “I’m Billy.”

Ryan sat, legs stretched out, arms supporting a seated position. Billy sat cross-legged beside him, with space for a third person, a wide third person, between them. He handed back the water bottle. They sat, enjoying the view. From the corner of his eye, Ryan saw Billy mimick his pose.

Ryan dug into his pack, took out a small pipe, lighter, and a container of weed. He loaded the bowl and lit up, drawing the sweet smoke into his lungs. With a raised eyebrow, he offered the pipe to Billy. Billy grinned and moved closer to get the pipe. He took a hit, held it, and coughed. As he coughed out the smoke, Ryan exhaled and put the water bottle beside Billy. He took another hit as Billy drank to cool his throat.

“I’ve done this before,” Billy said. “I just drew too much.” He gestured for the pipe back and drew lightly. He held the smoke in, smiled, and handed it back to Ryan. He exhaled and laughed. They passed it until the small bowl was empty and lay back to await the buzz. Billy had stretched out where he smoked, putting him closer to Ryan. Through his sunglasses, Ryan admired the taut-skinned young man. He tucked his t-shirt under his head as he lay back.

“Uh…Billy. “

“Yeah, Ryan?”

“If you didn’t know this was a nude beach, then I’m guessing you didn’t know this is a gay nude beach.” He turned his head to catch Billy’s reaction. He saw Billy’s lips tighten.

“Yeah. No, I didn’t know that either.” Ryan watched as Billy got up and walked over to his clothes. Yes, he thought, that’s a great bubble butt. Billy squatted down, dug through the pile, and Ryan thought of that butt splitting open above his face, lowering down on his mouth. His cock moved.

Billy pulled sunglasses out of his pocket and put them on. He walked back towards Ryan, his soft dick bobbing, and sat down where he had left, closer to Ryan than not. “Can I have more water?”

“Sure.” He handed the bottle over. “So, you’re cool with that.”

“I’m cool with that. My best friend’s gay.

“Oh. You two ever…?”

“Ick. He’s my best friend. Be like doing my brother. He never mentioned this place, though.”

“He probably didn’t want you interrupting him. So since we’re sitting here together naked, just wanted you to know I’m gay.”

“Figured,” he gestured. “The hard-on gives you away.” Ryan looked down to see his cock fuller, rising up his belly.

“Oh. Mind of it’s own. ” Ryan let the silence fill the air for a moment. “It’s not hard yet, though.”.

Billy laughed. “What? Jeeziz, you got a big dick.” Ryan joined in and they both lay back quiet.

Ryan fell to the buzz, the warm stone hugging his back, butt, and legs. Sweat broke out and glistened on his broad shoulders, hairy pecs, and solid core. He stretched his arms above his head, lengthening the large muscles from being bunched at his sides. His legs straightened out and curled his toes. His heavy cock shifted flopped lazily from from one leg to the other.

He looked over at Billy. His arms were up, hands cradling his head. Dark hair swirled in his pits under rounded biceps. Small nipples rode on his, mostly, smooth chest. His torso tapered down to narrow hips, where his cock lay between, swollen larger than before, not yet hard, but nudging north. The pink head prominent, white shaft swollen, balls drooping down to his legs, all framed by a close-cropped bush. Thighs arcing out, full-muscled. Ryan’s cock throbbed and got harder.

Ryan sat up and dug his bowl out again. He partly filled and lit up bowl, taking a hit before offering it to Billy. Billy turned up on his side, his cock flopping Ankara escort bayan down, and took another hit. He handed it back and put his hand out indicating that was the last hit. Billy exhaled, without coughing, and the smoke streamed over Ryan’s erection.

“Shit, it does get bigger. And…. that was my outside voice. Sorry”

Ryan laughed. “Yes, it did. Problem?”

“No. No problem. Intimidating, though.”

“You have nothin’ to worry about, Billy. What you got looks fine to me.” Billy reached down and held it out, eyes moving from his to Ryan’s.

“Hmm. I dunno, I’d trade if I could.”

“Hey, I’ve been with guys who don’t measure up to what you’ve got, and we both had a great time.”

Billy shrugged, “Still….” He stood up, his dick level with Ryan’s face. Ryan admired the weight of the tool, the hang of the balls. He wondered if it was a sign he should lean forward and take that sweet meat in his mouth when Billy turned and walked to the edge.

“I gotta pee.”. He stood, his flared back to Ryan, hands on hips. He tightened his butt and relaxed as he is piss streamed over the edge to patter on the brush below. He stretched, his arms wide, muscles tensed, the stream bobbing. He relaxed and took his dick in hand to shake off the last drops as his legs shook out the last tenseness.

Ryan watched as Billy walked to the edge, revealing a tight bubble-butt that shone in the sun. The globes were smooth and pale. The seam fell into shadow where it met his legs. He bit his lower lip and watched the butt cheeks tighten and relax. He admired as Billy stretched and flexed his back, his arms, and that butt. When his legs danced, Ryan glimpsed a scattering of hair in the crevice.

Billy turned and walked back, his cock heavier than before, nodding before him. He sat next to Ryan and turned on his stomach. He swore softly as his dick scraped on the stone. He raised his hips and adjusted himself, only to chafe again as he stretched out. He grunted in frustration.

“Wait,” said Ryan. “Lift your hips up.” Billy gave him a puzzles look but complied, Ryan took the t-shirt he was using as pillow and slid it under Billy. The back of Ryan’s hand slid against Billy’s cock as he placed the shirt and removed his hand. “now lay down.” Billy slowly lowered his hips and wriggled into the cotton pad. He sighed and rested his head on folded arms.

“Thank you. That’s comfy.”

“You’re welcome.”

Billy grinned. “Now my dick’s all over your t-shirt.”

“Wouldn’t be the first dick on my t-shirt. Not even the second.”

“You touched my dick,” Billy chuckled.

“All in the call of duty.” Ryan looked down on the spread of his back, narrowing and descending to the waist, curving up into the rounded cheeks. “You got a great ass.”

“I know.” Billy wagged his butt. “you can touch it.”

“Excuse me?”

“You can touch it.” Billy lay with his head down, eyes closed, grinning. “You gave me water, you got me high, you gave me your t-shirt. You even touched my dick.” He opened an eye and looked at Ryan. “You can touch my butt. If you want. But no poking it or nothin’.”

“Oh, I want and I won’t.”

Billy closed his eye and wriggled his butt. Ryan reached out and put his right palm on the small of Billy’s back. He slid his hand up the curve of the butt, feeling the soft skin beneath, rounding the top and down to the thigh. He heard Billy hum in appreciation. He slowly petted him again, applying more pressure and feeling the muscle beneath the velvet skin. He reached over and stroked the other cheek the same way.

He reached up and put his hand on Billy’s shoulder blade, and firmly stroked down the muscled back, into the dip, up and over the butt, down to the knee, and over the calf, squeezing the hard muscle. Billy sighed and relaxed into it as Ryan repeated on the other side of his back. Ryan used both hands and massaged Billy’s shoulders and upper back. To murmers of agreement, he dug in further, enjoying the feel of the young muscles in his hands. He twisted in and untied knots, squeezed and stretched muscle. He worked his way down, massaging into the small of the back, pressing full strokes the length of the back.

He didn’t hesitate when he moved to the butt. He worked the knots at the top of the butt and rubbed each side with both hands. As his hands slid down the cheeks to his thighs, the cheeks gapped open and gave him a glimpse of a hairy butthole, out of reach and off limits. He worked down into the calves.

He moved back up. As he reached the thighs, he shifted and straddled the calves. The view up the ass crack and spine of the back made his cock wave and leak. His hands moved up and so did his hips. He kneaded the firm butt, his actions repeatedly parting them so then butthole winked at him. As he worked up the back, Ryan’s hard cock came in contact with the part in Billy’s ass. Billy tensed, pulling the cheeks together.

“Relax, Billy, I’m not gonna fuck you. And if you say stop, I’ll stop.”

Billy Escort Ankara grinned and relaxed. Ryan’s cock slid along the parting the smooth skin kissing his firm cock. “Is this okay?” He humped against it again, his balls following the rigid shaft in sliding against the boy’s ass. Billy nodded and hummed in agreement. Billy’s butt rose slightly and rubbed against Ryan’s cock. Ryan looked down at his hard cock parting the top of the crack, the head nuzzling against the knot at the base of the spine. He watched as clear liquid dripped from his slit and christened the white ass.

He supported himself in a plank, and ground deeper between the cheeks, keeping the head away from the virginal butthole. His rigid cock sliding on the soft skin, warm and firm. He bent his head down and softly kissed the back of Billy’s neck. Billy smiled and pressed his hips up to meet Ryan’s frottage. Ryan dropped the full weight of his hips onto Billy, his cock nestling into the crack of his ass. He kissed Billy’s neck firmly, licking the salt in the skin while he ground his hips into the firm, velvet, muscles; his cock sliding in the crack as his precum lubed his ride.

“Damn it,” whispered Billy, “I don’t wanna cum on your shirt.” Billy squirmed against him and, as Ryan pulled back, turned himself around, hard cocks slapping to each other. Ryan humped again, his cock riding up between the balls of the tightened sack to slide against the shaft. Head met head, trading fluid from each, and his drive continued until Billy’s cock was nudging his balls. He slid back down, pressing his weight onto Billy, their cocks dueling in the sweat between their bellies.

Ryan licked at the perspiration on Billy’s neck, then licked down to the pert, sharp nipple and latched on, teasing it with teeth and tongue. He slid further, lapping at the belly, tongue twisting in the navel and following the treasure trail down. He opened his mouth wide and took the sweaty, glistening, drooling cock into his mouth, swallowing it to the root. Billy moaned above him and his hands knotted in Ryan’s hair. Ryan pulled back and latched onto the head, his tongue swirling on the sensitive skin of the swollen prick. Billy pressed him down and his hips pushed him past the swirling tongue to fuck Ryan’s mouth, to dive for his throat. Ryan grabbed the hips, stilling them on the rock, and took over the action of pumping his head around the shaft, his hand stroking and squeezing the balls, his mouth sucking, licking, fucking.

Billy’s hands pulled him off, his spit-covered cock slapping his abs. “Come up,” he gasped. Ryan slid up, nibbling his sides so Billy laughed and squirmed under him. “No! Ticklish! Stop it!” He, finally, relented and held his chest up with straight arms and rubbed his cock to Billy’s. Billy put his hand to Ryan’s chest, squeezing a hairy pec. “Tits never feel like this.”

“You don’t seem surprised by all this, Billy.”

“Not the first time a guy’s sucked my dick, Ryan. Straight but not narrow. Lay down.”

Ryan stretched out beside him. Billy leaned over him and started sucking his nipple. Gently, he teased it with his teeth and swabbed it with his tongue. He looked down and the large cock pointed at him. He reached over and wrapped his fingers around as much as he could. He slowly jerked the thick meat while he mouthed the nipple. Then he leaned down and licked up the pearl of precum.

“Hey, Billy, you don’t have to.”

“I know. I have before, but it wasn’t this big. ” He leaned down again and engulfed the head in his mouth, licking the warm cock and stroking on the shaft. He went a little further, nodding his head on it, fucking his mouth over the end of the hard cock. He took more and gagged, pulling back. Ryan stroked his hair. Billy went back to sucking the cock as Ryan guided him around to straddling in a 69 and took Billy’s cock into his throat. He felt Billy moaning as ryan buried his nose in the plump balls. Ryan ran his fingers on his ass, trailing down the crack and over his butthole. he grasped the firm butt in his hands, pulling the young man’s cock deep into his mouth, swallowing at the head. Billy squirmed in his grip. Ryan pulled him back and slid the hard prick from his mouth, licking down the shaft. He drew the balls into his mouth and juggled them with his tongue. He pulled off the sack, stretching the balls out, then letting them pop from his lips. He lapped at the taint, Billy grinding his hips as Ryan nipped at the skin. He licked up, his tongue sweeping over Billy’s asshole. Billy froze, his mouth still around Ryan’s cock. Ryan licked again, feeling the ridges with his tongue. He circled the target with the tip of his tongue and then dove in, his face pressed into Billy’s crack as he rimmed the tight hole. Billy pressed back against Ryan, whimpering around his cock. Ryan drove his head between the round cheeks and tongue-fucked the tender hole. His hand curled around the taut shaft.

Billy sat up, humped against the mouth, and plunged his dick in and out of Ryan’s hand. His ass smothered Ryan as he felt himself invaded by the squirming tongue. His moans got higher and Ryan felt the cum stutter up Billy’s shaft and spew onto his chest. His humping slowed and stopped. Ryan lapped a few more times and pushed Billy’s hips up, his face sliding from the damp crack.

Five Dollars More

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This is a continuation of my ‘5 dollars’ series.

We met the following Thursday with much the same results. As time went on, we settled into a bit of a pattern. He’d found a place to park on the on-ramp to Highway 2 & 20, where I hitched, so we had a place to rendezvous after pub night and head off to the brickyard for fun.

For my part, I was really into this as regular sex was still a new thing for me. Sure, I was still masturbating but there’s something powerfully erotic being face to face with a guy’s cock and being the guy that makes sure both of us cum. Plus, somehow my mouth got all sensitive with him in it, almost as sensitive as my cock, so I was eager and enthusiastic, even dare I say, hungry for more of his cock.

One week nearing the end of the semester and towards Christmas he was extra excited. We’d parked and were getting it on, he with his pants almost off and me with my pants down so I could masturbate while I sucked him off. He started saying all kinds of nice things. How well I sucked his cock, good looking I was, how I had a nice body, how he could make me feel even better. Just as both cocks were about to erupt, he indicated the following week he would be home alone, and we could do more there. More?

Curious and horny as always, we agreed to meet earlier the following Thursday. As he drove to his house, he had me hunker down on the floor, until he parked in the garage. Entering the house, we were in the basement, a playroom we used to call them, with couches and TV etc. He turned the lights on, but low, grabbed a couple of beers to help break the ice (welcome, seeing as I’d missed Pub night for this). Being very nervous, I also asked if it was ok for me to have a small toke. We smoked a lot of weed in those days and he actually joined me taking a couple of hits but left most of the joint to me. Hmmm.

He put some porn on his new Betamax, Deep Throat actually. I smiled at that. We watched for a while before he moved closer on the couch and put his arm around me. Snuggling in I reached across both our bodies, knowing what I wanted, and slowly ran my fingers over his crotch. I was turned towards him, and he leaned down and kissed me. I sort of froze at the feel of his stubble. He kissed me harder, slowly sliding his tongue against my lips. I gulped but opened and let his tongue in. Strange as it was deep French kissing a man, it was very erotic, firm but sensuous, tongue against tongue, almost like making love. Relaxing into it, he started undoing buttons, and with my shirt open, he continued to my pants. Breaking the kiss, he said “I want to see you naked, you beautiful boy.”

I pulled my shirt off and pushed my pants down to the floor. He motioned for the underwear to go too. Whoa, naked in front of a fully dressed man? It was both freeing and embarrassing at the same time. He had me stand up so he could get a good look, even asking me to turn around and bend over a bit. The feel of his hands on my ass was shocking, almost tickling but in a sexual way. I could feel myself getting hard when he said, “Take my pants off”, so I turned back around and knelt to undo him, pulling both pants and underwear down. Leaning forward I returned the favour with his shirt, which he shrugged out of and pushed aside, and we were both naked. His chest was furry with dark hair.

Wanting to get back to familiar ground I leaned down to nuzzle his cock and balls. He must have been dripping all day in anticipation Ankara bayan escort as there was an incredible amount of precum on the protruding head and glistening under the foreskin. “Clean me up good”. Face to face with his cock I grasped his shaft with one hand and, almost gagging as the musky smell hit my senses, stuck my tongue into the sticky oozing mess at the tip. Strong as the taste and smell sensations were, it was the familiarity of the taste that helped adjusting to the heady smell. Rolling the tip of my tongue over his cum oozing chute I started to lick, the musky pre-cum covered head first, then the shaft, and finally taking his now clean cock into my mouth. It felt so good, and I was so turned on, my whole world shrunk to his cock and balls and my mouth as I proceeded to make out with his cock.

Far too soon I felt a familiar thickening and braced myself for the blast of cum headed my way. Mouth filling, I swallowed, gulped actually, but kept some for show before swirling it around my mouth and swallowing it down. He relaxed back into the couch, but I wasn’t done, as I’d been wanted to lick and suck on those furry balls and being naked and not in the car we had so much more room. Pushing his softening cock to the side where it lay like a log in the join between his leg and hip, I asked him if he wanted me to lick his balls. In answer, he slid forward so they hung freely. I kissed one, then the other before licking where I’d kissed. Pulling one ball into my mouth, fur tickling my lips, I rolled my tongue over and around it before starting a slight back and forth motion. Using suction, I mimicked sucking his cock, but with his ball. Over to the other one and then back.

I was about to try getting both in my mouth when he lifted his legs and rolled them back revealing his anus to me. His butt was furry, especially compared to my completely smooth one, but around the anus it was clear. I looked at it and I’m feeling like I’m a little drunk. Drunk on cock, is that a thing? I leaned in and licked, a different musk from his cock but ok so far. Leaning further in I slid my tongue over it and around it and even tried to open it a bit with the tip of my tongue. Nope, closed tight and nothing’s going in there, but he was making all kinds of appreciative noise at my efforts, so I continued to eagerly eat his ass until I felt something bumping on the top of my head. Looking up he was fully hard again!

Going back to his cock I licked and sucked on it and practiced my deep throat. After weeks of sucking his cock, I could get most of it into my mouth without gagging. I’m just getting off on sucking on his cock when he pushes me back and says, “your turn, stand up.” I stood, my very hard cock pointing his way. Well, it curves up, aiming more at the ceiling, so his first lick was on the underside. Bending it down so he could wrap his mouth around it and bath the head with his tongue. Even before it was all the way in, my turned-on state and the incredibly intense hot moist feeling surrounding my cock made me instantly blast! Teenagers! My legs wobbling, he helped me sit down and leaned over and kissed me again. Parting my lips, I knew what was coming, and sucking on his tongue, I pulled my cum into my mouth and swallowed. Wow!

Next, he rolled me over, so my knees were in the couch, my arms extended horizontally to grip the back, my ass out. He knelt behind me and soon I felt his hot Escort bayan Ankara breath. First lightly blowing air on my cheeks and into my crack, he then started kissing my cheeks gently. Then, ‘smack’, a light slap on my left cheek. I jumped at the sting of the slap, then felt the cheek warming. Slap! on the other followed by two more on each cheek. These weren’t hard slaps, but enough to cause a bit of a fire back there. He kissed them which felt soothing at first, then very very good. As I started to relax, he spread my cheeks, leaned in and licked me from my hanging balls over the perineum and across my anus. Whoa, that sent shock waves through my body. He just leant in and started eating me out. Sort of like how I sucked his cock. Gently, lovingly and very intense. At one point as I felt his tongue pushing at my ring, I took a deep breath and letting it out, relaxed, and my flower opened to his tongue. In such a sensitive area I could feel his tongue probing, licking, then probing again. I was surprised at how far a tongue could go and how good this was making me feel.

Tip of his tongue in and wiggling all over started pleasure to radiate through my groin and my cock to go hard again, so hard it felt like bursting. At that point he gently slipped a finger through the exterior sphincter with an ease which sort of surprised me, but being so relaxed, it felt fine. Gently stroking my cock, he continued slowly but firmly pushing his finger until it was through the interior sphincter, and once in, turning it this way and that. Pulling until it was almost out, he pushed in again, then started to gently finger fuck me. Mmmm. After that one finger was moving in and out freely, he withdrew his hand. When it returned there were two fingers dancing on my anus. They felt slippery so he must have had some lube handy, and as he pushed, I could feel my sphincter stretching and, at his continued pushing, letting them slide in. Wow! Moving back and forth he pushed and hit what I was to eventually learn was my p-spot.

At first that feeling made me feel like I needed to pee in the worst way but eventually became pleasurable. While my ass had to stretch to let two fingers in, it seemed like no time before they too were freely moving in and out. Another finger, all done so gently I didn’t feel any pain, stretched me full and a little uncomfortable but no pain. He leaned over and kissed my left ear and slid his tongue into it, giving me shivers all over my body and making my cock even harder. To this day a tongue in my ear will cause an instant erection!

Withdrawing his tongue from my ear but keeping his lips touching, stimulating me further, he whispered “I’m going to fuck you. I ‘m going to slide my cock into your ass and then fuck you and fuck you until you cum”. I groaned, deep from my core, at his words and the feel of his lips on my ear. He leaned back and as I looked over my shoulder, he slipped a condom on and then squeezed lube onto his cock and spread it all over.

He reached for my cock, spreading lube on it, and stroked me until I started thrusting my hips. More lube on his hand then his fingers were back on my anus spreading it around and pushing some inside as well. He stands and slaps my hip gently for me to raise my ass in the air. When I do, he puts his hands on my hips to steady me and for aim and I feel something bigger than a finger pressing on my precious and so far, somewhat intact, Bayan escort Ankara flower.

He’s gentle, just a slight rocking motion of his hips at first to let my anus know he wanted in. Reaching around he grabbed my cock and started long slow strokes. He said, “push out like you’re going to poo”. Super turned on I did, and when he next pushed, my body opened to feel something large sliding through my ring, stopping when the pronounced head passed the sphincter, which promptly and with feeling, closed on the slightly thinner shaft.

Registering this intrusion, sharp pain rolled over my body. He didn’t move except for the hand stroking my cock. “Breath” he said. After many deep ones, I relaxed, pain fading, leaving a not un-pleasurable fullness. I heard a sigh of appreciation as he felt me relax making me feel good, even proud.

Tentatively, probingly, he made gentle thrusting motions to both, let my body know more was coming and to let me get used to getting fucked by a cock, before proceeding to slowly push it into my ass. My senses heightened, I could feel everything as the muscles gripping his cock were first pulled and pushed and then just pushed as his cock made its way into my body.

I knew all the thick veins on his cock from sucking him off and could feel them rippling through my ass as that hard cock pressed inward. He stopped – halfway? – and still stroking my cock, gently rocked back and forth again causing an in and out motion increasing the friction. I felt full, and while there was some lingering discomfort, it was getting overwhelmed by a growing and very pleasurable feeling.

I moaned long and deep in my throat which he took as a sign to continue, and increased the rocking motion, pushing more than pulling. Push, push, pushing his cock filling me until his belly pressed against my ass. “Good boy” he grunted, “you took it all.”

Why did those words please me? A shiver rippled through my body ending with my sphincter spasming a couple of times around his cock. He stayed still, seated fully inside, hands on my hips. Eventually, he started the gentle thrusting motion again, this time making me feel the length of his cock inside me as it rocked back and forth. How can I explain the feeling? Full of his cock, feeling it moving deep in my ass, friction triggering a warm growing tingling sensation.

He withdrew completely, letting my anus close, sort of, and rest before pushing just the head in and then pulling it out. Oh man, he was using the fat head of his cock to open me and did it ever feel good. Taking a longer stroke he pushed all the way in, stopped, then pulled out. In and out, and finally settling on fucking rhythm.

He’d stopped stroking my cock, when he took hold of my hips, and wanting the stimulation I took over. “Don’t cum” he said.

“What?” I said, working my cock towards a glorious cum.

“Wait until you feel it inside your ass, you’ll know, then you can come.”

Fucker, I just wanted to get off, but he slapped my ass a couple of time and said “Wait, you can thank me later.”

Obediently, I slowed my stroking, as he picked his up, starting to fuck me and fuck me good. A ball of pleasure started blossoming deep in my ass and expanded as his cock started rubbing my p-spot. Deep moans started coming out of my mouth and, in cadence with his fucking getting louder and louder, the pleasure in my ass and my cock building exponentially. Finally, I could feel his fat cock thickening in my ass and his stroke accelerating, then he shouted “cumming”! His pumping starting to get erratic as he came, and feeling the heat of his cum through the condom, I came, as my ass lite up in ecstasy and my cock started shooting load after load all over the couch cushions.

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Note. Thank you for all the love and support of my first story. I appreciated your taking the time to read it and especially those who sent messages of support and encouragement. This one was hard to find and after a couple of false starts…well, its done. Part One at least. Thanks everyone.

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Part one

I’d decided to take a vacation on my own. This was a first for me and the reasons were many but the main one was that after a turbulent 9 months my relationship with my girlfriend, Fiona had ended. SO many red flags were ignored in those early days that by the time it ended I was genuinely relieved that it was done. The constant arguments and the negging. The endless negging. Back handed little jibes were relentless.

Then the feeling of being on edge with her and knowing that nothing I did was ever good enough. That a fight was just around the corner. I developed some real anxiety so when she finally made the not so subtle suggestion that I should choose my best friend of 15 years or well…her the decision came very easy.

Fine, we are done.

Unfortunately we had, just days before, booked a rather expensive trip to a 5 star hotel in Egypt. I was trying to recoup some of the money I’d spent on my half of the trip. The hotel was a write off but I could change my flight and book somewhere last minute as I desperately needed a break. Any where I thought.

Of course the communication didn’t stop I kept answering the calls and she even suggested we still take the trip together. Probably expecting that I would accept my terrible mistake and bow down before her to beg for forgiveness or at least we would just fall back into our old ways. No, I think we need to take some time apart. You can enjoy OUR hotel room on your own, my love.

I found that a couple of last minute cancellations had left an opening in a small secluded apartment complex. 4 small abodes, each with en suite faculties faced out on to a beautiful sun trap and pool area complete with bar and a whirlpool. I was sold. Not caring who I’d have to share this intimate space. I needed it. I needed the rest and who knows, maybe I’d meet some cool people.

The apartment was near a small coastal town called Figueral in the North East area of Ibiza an island off the coast of Spain. I’d never been to Ibiza, having always had the impression that it is a party island. I mean, you go to club most nights, get fucked up and sleep most of the day. That’s really not my thing. Maybe 5 or 6 years ago but when go on vacation these days I really just want to stop. Stop everything. Stop everything and do nothing. By doing nothing I mean, unplug from the world, sit in the sun and read a book. Maybe visit some local sites, meet some people and try the food. But really sitting down and really taking a moment is the main goal.

So this apart-hotel sounded perfect. If I wanted I could stay by the pool the entire time. If to fancy took me I’d head off into the village and take in the culture.

I arrived in Ibiza without incident and feeling pretty fresh as it was a mere three hours flight time. I had considered cancelling the whole trip but as the sun beat down on my face and I lowered my sunglasses to shade my eyes as I stepped out of the airport…I knew I’d made the right choice.

Fiona would have never come with me to Ibiza. No matter where on the island we stayed. Ibiza was a little too common for her, the little snob. A place only dullards go. And she was sophisticated. Or at least pretending to be.

Obviously, I did miss her despite the fighting. We did have some great times and they say the fire that makes a great relationship can burn the whole thing to the ground too. We had a sexual chemistry I hadn’t had with other girls. One where we really clicked and could explore each others body and express desires without fear of rejection.

She had a try anything once mentality and encouraged that in me but most of all she like to be degraded a little. Called a slut as she went down on me. To fuck in front of her apartment window, where I would whisper to her how the people could see she was a whore.

And she loved to play with my ass. This was a new development for both of us. Like finding a secret room in your own house. How could you not know this was here!? But I was done with fighting and toxicity. It was always just a day or two until the next fight and I needed to get away.

When I arrived at the apart-hotel hidden behind a high white wall I noticed two flags flying. The Spanish flag and the rainbow flag. Ooooooooooooooooooooooo of course! The advertisement had said this was a gay friendly apartment but I just thought…you know….its friendly to gays. Duuuuh….not big deal. I just want some sun!

I entered the code on the gate to see the beautiful pool and the surrounding apartments I’d seen pictured exactly as they were on the website. The pool was a long rectangle with steps leading into the water at the shallow end, closest to the building entrance with sun loungers Ankara escort around the edge. There were two apartments on each side of the pool East and West, numbers Un, Dos, Tres, Cuatro and at the North of the pool area were more sun-loungers and a small bar. There was a more shaded area with a whirlpool towards the south east of the pool which was given shade by a trellis covered in plants.

My apartment was numero cuatro, as I walked towards it along the edge of the pool I

waved to my new friends who were all sitting around the poolside enjoying the afternoon sun.

“Hola!” I called as I made my way across the complex.

“Hola!” Came the response from everyone….all the guys. It clicked in my brain as I punched the code to access my apartment. This is a gay destination. The blurb for the apart-hotel did spell it out in bold text Gay Friendly but I took that as, you know, gay friendly. But this was GAY FRIENDLY like, these were all gay couples. Or at least that’s what it appeared to me. I checked myself. Firstly, I really don’t care and secondly I shouldn’t box people like that. Maybe they are not couples at all.

My neighbours seemed excited at the prospect of new people in their midst, they stopped their chatter as I passed but were friendly and I think checking me out a little. I’m in pretty good shape, 5’9 with short cropped hair. People tell me I have the look of Jake Gillenhaal but I don’t see it.

They were all sitting around the pool and enjoying the heat. They weren’t expecting me, that was clear as they were all sunbathing naked. I felt awkward as if I had invaded their world but I guess I had. There is always that moment when you arrive in Europe and see naked people just hanging out in the sun and you remind yourself…I’m in Europe now. It’s different.

I dropped my stuff and took a quick shower before taking in my beautiful little apartment. It was essentially a large room with a double bed up against the wall which I shared with my neighbours. Across the room was a large L shaped sofa and television and towards the back a small kitchen area and a doorway which led to a rather spacious shower room.

I loved it. It was fresh and clean and all I needed.

Before I could settle my phone was lighting up. Fiona. She had arrived in Egypt having gone on the vacation without her friend. She needed time alone too and having only been there a few hours she was lonely. The expansive 5 star hotel room was just too big without me and she’d had time to really think in the airport.

In the airport? Not on the flight?

We went through it all, again and after an hour or so I caved. We agreed to give things another try. Take this time apart and grow. Or some bullshit. I swear she was reading lines from a magazine article back to me. Ugh, I felt weak and I knew I should stand firm on this.

After settling in and getting unpacked I changed into my bathing suite and ventured back into the communal area to take in a little sun before the day was over.

Emerging from my room I waved hello, again, to my fellow sun seekers who all waved back and scoped the scene from my sun-lounger before I would go introduce myself proper. The whole outdoor area was beautiful. High walls covered in plants and flowers surrounded the pool area which was bathed in sun. There was a little outdoor bar which my friends had stocked and on the other side, the only shady spot by the jacuzzi in the corner.

There seemed to have been a couple of cancellations there was one other empty apartment leaving just 2 couples and me altogether.

Looking around the pool, was a Mediterranean looking pair of good looking young, men both had short dark hair, olive skin and seem to be in their late twenties. It would have been difficult to tell them apart and you might have even mistaken them for brothers but for their hair. One having short, neat hair similar to mine and the other having long hair that had been braided. They were both tanned and athletic looking and I took them for Spanish surfer types. Kite surfers probably.

On the East side, my side, was ripped Germanic looking guy in wayfarers and nothing else and what appeared to be a very attractive, slender female who was the only one laying under the shade of an umbrella. They wore a long silk robe and a large sun hat and hid their face behind a book and a large pair of sunglasses. OK so maybe this isn’t so gay after all.

The guy appeared to be the alpha of the group, although he was quiet and didn’t seem to speak much English it was clear the way he moved around the area and the way the others watched him…he was the boss.

Before I could get up walk around introducing myself the book reader threw the paperback to one side and stood up and made their way over to me.

“Welcome, welcome, welcome to the party. I am CC, don’t get up.”

My mouth fell open a little as this beautiful statuesque creature took long strides towards me and after a few steps their robe fell open Ankara escort bayan revealing the slim naked smooth body beneath. My eyes locked on the penis, long slim and cut, swinging between their legs.

Obviously my stunned idiotic look betrayed me as laughing he said “Don’t be confused darling, your eyes they do not lie!”

He spoke with a thick eastern European accent that sounded almost manufactured like Cate Blancett in that terrible 4th Indiana Jones movie where she plays a Russian agent. In fact he looked a little like that character too, except with long straight jet black hair which came down his back and no bangs.

“I am man, he…him…. today at least. I am like wind that changes, the bird on the wind. This way that way. Sometimes man, sometimes woman but always CC.” He drew the letters C and C in the air with his fingers as he sat down next to me.

“I like that and I’m sorry.”

“Sorry is a strange name for you.” His hand came forward to take mine and held it.

“No I mean…”

Laughing he made a fluttering gesture with his fingers as if waving off the words as we shook hands for the first time. His fingers lingering in my palm before tracing my fingers to the tips.

“I’m Jame”

“OK Jame, not James or Jamie? You are incomplete no?”

I laughed “I suppose that’s true. It was my grandfathers name.”

“I like it its true but it is difficult for me with this ridiculous accent, may I call you J? Then maybe you can be like me. JJ and CC, yes?”

I laughed again “Yes, of course. Sounds good. Its nice to meet you.”

“Very nice to meet you too. So polite too. We are so glad to have someone new to visit with us these days. Our friends had to cancel in the last minute.”

“Yes, I believe so. I’m sorry they couldn’t make it.”

“Don t be silly, darling. Their loss is your gain. I should be introducing you to everyone.

Here we have Paul and Marco. Marco with his beautiful hair. They are our beautiful friends from Spain. Wave hello.”

I waved hello they waved back in turn.

“This savage brute is Stefan and, of course, I am CC.”

Savage wasn’t quite the accurate description for Stefan. Although he had the physique, 6ft-ish and incredibly toned he was immaculately groomed, clean shaven and not a hair out of place. He had the look of a young Viggo Mortensen but with an 80s Dolph Lungren haircut. He was sunbathing naked but still had a pale section, tan lines, from time spent in the sun where nakedness was not an option. Here he was going to get bang for his buck. It was difficult to ignore his swinging dick as he stood applying Factor 15 tanning lotion to his legs. He lifted one leg on to the lounger and began spraying and rubbing in the lotion. His cock, which looked to be 7 or 8 inches without even being erect dangled, glistening in the sun.

Jesus, is this guy a fucking porn star or something! I thought as he turned to face me directly while applying sunscreen to his cock.

“He is showing off right now you see. He is from Stuttgart and only speaks a little English so don’t think him rude if he doesn’t talk too much with you.”

I was alright with this, already feeling a little intimidated by this silent alpha.

“OK, my German is terrible but I’ll try.”

“Hallo…mein….freund.” I stumbled, regretting my attempt to speak German before the first word had finished leaving my mouth. I felt like such an idiot.

CC draped his arm around my shoulder sliding up next to me on my lounger.

“Willkommen!” Stefan laughed and smiled broadly as he replied before he continued to lotion his body. “Your German is like my English I think”

Turning to me CC said “Perfect, now we are all friends. Time for the sex, no?”

He lifted his sunglasses, stared in my eyes and tightening his grip on my shoulder before breaking. “I’m joking, JJ. Is just a joke.”

I laughed nervously. “Ha ha well, I barely know you!” I said in a mocking indignant tone. “Are you from Stuttgart?”

“No, no. I am from here and there. Europe is my playground. I am a traveller and for now I am here with you. I have to be warning you because we are private here in our little secluded heaven we are often….naked and often having fun. I hope you don’t mind.” He smiled wryly.

“No, that’s cool with me. We are all here to enjoy ourselves.”

“We hope you will be enjoying yourself with us too?” He pulled his sunglasses down his nose a little and smiled as he spoke.

Laughing nervously I said “I’m sure I will.”

“We have long days, lots of sun and lots of drinks. But now I leave you alone with your thoughts and later we will be friends. This is not negotiable.” He laughed a long villainous laugh as he stood up and began gliding across the poolside back to his sun lounger.

CC was an incredible thing to behold. I’m not sure how you would describe him other than androgynous. The long straight black hair, black painted nails and his hairless body but had this strange Escort Ankara masculine allure in how he commanded the your attention but a soft feminine way of talking. A tattoo of snake wrapped its way up his long pale thigh and coiled, I would later discover, over his back and shoulders.

It occurred to me that CC was like this snake. Every movement was controlled, slow and deliberate and oddly sexy and I loved taking in his calculated movements like watching a panther stalk its victim. Slick and powerful and utterly compelling.

I settled in and later that evening sat with them enjoying the last of the days sun with a cocktail and getting to know the others. CC in particular was very forth coming, he lavished me with attention and compliments encouraging me to talk about myself, my telling me how fascinating I was. Like I was a mystery to him he didn’t understand. Why was this straight guy here with them? I put it down to the drink more than anything else. As even I know my life isn’t that compelling.

At the end of the evening I after saying goodnight to my new friends CC followed me to my apartment under the guise of seeing if I had a better room than them. He was still wearing just his robe and nothing else, his pretty looking cock swinging as he walked. He would leave the robe open and often it would fall from his shoulders, catching in the crooks of his arms. He may as well have been naked and loved to pose, his hands on his hips or behind his head. One foot lifted on to the toes. He seemed to always be aware of how he was being seen and loved it. I have to admit it was a very sexy quality.

“Your room is same but…I like it more. Maybe because you are in it?” he said smiling playfully as he strutted over to me and I froze to the spot as he leant in and kissed me on each cheek.

“Its a shame you are so straight, Jame” He said as his cock brushed against my leg as we hugged.

“Goodnight my straight boyfriend.” He turned and walked out of the apartment closing the sliding door behind him and doing a little finger tip wave as he did.

Wow I thought as I stood frozen to the spot. I’d had guys come on to me a little in the past but I’d never enjoyed it as much as that. He was something to behold.

I got in to bed and I thought of Fiona in Egypt and what I’d gotten myself into. Was she talking to men at the hotel bar? She was an incorrigible flirt but that was a quality that had attracted me to her in the first place. Maybe she wasn’t alone tonight and maybe I didn’t care so much.

The next morning I woke up early and headed into the village before anyone else stirred in the complex. I walked the few miles along winding rural roads before following the sound of crashing waves to find the beach. After an our or two of exploring, visiting some local shops and an amazing seafood lunch I headed back to the complex exhausted and having had enough sun for one day.

“Hola mis amigos” I called out as I approached the pool where everyone was gathered. Did I get that right? Is it mi or mis? They didn’t care and responded in kind.

“Come and join us, it’s amazing after a long walk.” Paul called from the pool as he slowly paddle on his back. Marco was poolside reading a book I’d read a month or too ago and hated. I’d like to know if he hates it too but would hold back my vitriol in case he is loving it.

“One sec, let me throw this stuff down and I’ll be right out.” I waved as I headed inside.

15 minutes later I was sat poolside dipping my feet the water slowly paddling them back and forth while I tried to cool down as the sun beat down on us. Before too long CC came to sit beside me with an amazing rum cocktail while the others lazily sunbathed reading their holiday books.

CC probed me with questions, fascinated by why I was hear alone and wanting all the details on my ex-girlfriend. He had an incredibly intense way of probing you with questions while equally managing to avoid any that I sent back his way.

“So, this bitch who break your heart, you love her?”

“I did…I think. I do” I confessed. The past couple of months had been so turbulent I didn’t even know any more.

“You think. You are not sure. This is not such a bad thing. Uncertainty. It means you will be over her more quickly than if you told me Yes CC I love her and you are crying like a baby.”

“I hadn’t looked at it that way. Its not quite over and we are probably going to get back together.”

CC turned to the others and brought them into our conversation. “My straight boyfriend Jame is a little heart broken, we have to help him forget this Puta who hurt him so.”

I laughed and we clinked out glasses.

“Puta is harsh but fair.”

Strangely, I liked being called his straight boyfriend and his tactile nature. As we sat by the pool he scooped water and bathed my legs rubbing the water down my legs in an effort to keep me cool and before long he was scooping water and pouring it over my shoulders and neck. He would run his hands over my shoulders and down my arms, taking my hand to wet my fingers too. We continued like this not speaking, the sun baking us as the music bounced off the walls. Paul was a kite surfer but Marco not so much. He was the sit on the beach with a book and watch Paul kind of guy. I could appreciate that.

The Cheating Game Ch. 01

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I was sweating by the time we finished moving everything into a third story walkup. New York City was working its magic already, and I was currently not loving it. I had just walked into the quite spacious two bedroom apartment when my boyfriend, Arthur, grabbed my ass as walked around me and through the door.

“There’s nothing else. I already sent the driver on his way.”

“Oh okay.” He said plopping down on our velvet sofa.

It faced the balcony so I came up behind him and ran my fingers through his short, dirty blonde hair. I could tell his eyes rolled back and that he shivered at my touch. His hair was one of my favorite things to play with.

“So, what do we do now?”

He turned to look at him and grinned. Arthur was unbearably sexy to me and I could smell him from here. My dick twitched as he slowly ran his calloused hands up my jeans and then under my shirt. Tracing the light coating of dark hair that covered my belly and chest. His hand traveled around my chest for a few seconds before he used his pinky to play with the right nipple, which both were pierced and sensitive.

I quivered and removed his hand, jumping over the couch to plomp right next to him. Quickly bringing his face to mine with a hand behind his head, I kissed him with passion. My lips melted into his and became slicker with each kiss. It wasn’t long after our lips played that our tongues began too.

He tasted of strawberries as his tongue probed, exploring every aspect of my own. His hands found their way to my nipples once more and made my cock become rock hard. My hands Ankara bayan escort left their spots on his head and our kiss broke.

Arthur stared at me with a fire in his eyes, one that only kindled my own and made my heart jump a beat. I leaned in and began kissing his neck, which slowly evolved into licking and sucking. My hands ran down his torso and into his pants where I found his erection. A familiar penis that I’ve gotten to know quite well. I played with the tip and his hips began to thrust, slowly rubbed by my hand.

He pulled my ear closed to his mouth and his tongue began to lick, his teeth softly nibbling. Then he whispered.

“Get undressed.”

I merely nodded and moaned as I stood before him, his hands caressing my dick as I shed my jeans, underwear, and t-shirt. It was before him so I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it toward me, the tip of my dick resting on his wet lips.

He kissed up and down my member before starting to suck, just the tip at first to make it wet and then he started bobbing halfway down, holding the other half with his hand. It was heaven as I listened to his gag, spit, and slurp on my cock. It was almost enough to make me come, but I pushed him off me.

Arthur stood and removed his shirt, revealing a chest and stomach full of light brown hair. His arms were bare and pretty sizable so I grabbed them and pulled him to kiss me, letting the saliva mix in our mouths.

“I’m ready…” I was hardly able to breathe in between kisses.

His hands, which had been tightly gripping Escort bayan Ankara and unwrapping my ass, left and found my throat. He stepped aside and tossed me on the couch with my ass out. He pushed my head down to the back of the couch and thrust his erection, still trapped by jeans, into the groove of my ass. Giving me a sneak peak at what was to come.

Arthur then knelt and began to eat my ass. It was an experience so good I could barely utter it again without becoming erect. He started by spitting at the top of my hole and letting it run down, playing my now slick hole with his thumb. Rubbing in small circles, he spit again and then began to lick. The thing about eating ass is that the bottom has to relax and let his asshole relax too, so all the parts with the bunches of nerves can be pleased by the tongue.

Arthur first tongue fucked me, inserting it in and out as I moaned and clutched the back of the couch. As I relaxed, my hole did too, so Arthur began to lick in figure 8’s and nearly made me come with sheer pleasure of his tongue. His tongue traveled down to my taint and then my balls where he sucked them one at a time. The sex was nearly intoxicating me as the breath left my body. He traveled back up to my anus and ate some more, making every creves slick and ready for his cock. He used his hands to spread my bubble butt more, spitting once more inside of me before he stood.

I went to push myself up but his hand pressed my back down hard as he dropped his pants. I glanced behind me to find a nearly animalistic expression Bayan escort Ankara on Arthur’s face, and it was drop dead sexy. So I let him do what he pleased with me. He spit once more, wetting his member before he positioned his head on my hole.

Arthur slowly entered me, making every inch fit inside my tight hole. I had only felt a little pain before the pleasure took over and his cock started rubbing my prostate. A euphoric feeling that pushed the cum to the tip of my cock. He pulled back and entered slowly once more, repeating the process but slowly picking up speed. It was ecstatic and transported me to another realm, where the only thing that mattered was the spot deep inside me that only his dick could reach.

At this point Arthur was fully pounding me. His hands grabbed at my throat as moans escaped my mouth. Arthur didn’t moan, he grunted and groaned in a deep voice, constantly whispering nuances like ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ and ‘you like this dick’. I had learned to tune them out and reply through the lust. His speed had begun to increase greatly, and the pounding was about to make me come when I felt him fill my hole with cum and bury himself in me with a final thrust.

He withdrew a wet and creamy penis and headed towards the shower, merely kissing me on my neck. I hadn’t come and he didn’t even check to see if I did. I put the thought out of my mind and decide I still want to finish, so I flip over and begin to jerk off. Giving myself the best dry handjob I could, before coming all over my furry chest.

I sighed before getting up, remembering the thing in the box buried away. The forbidden game that could give me the intense pleasure and climax I was craving, though it comes at a high cost. I crossed the apartment to the bathroom, where the shower had already started and was being used.

I rolled my eyes and indeed thought of the cheating game.

Paul and Paula – Her Story 02

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It is the story of Paula and spans close to twelve years in Paula’s life. 1983 to 2005. And the story is a prequel. Read to the end to see more information where the story continues by the original author.

My characters are often flawed, and like real life, my stories are a shitshow, like life.

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Part II

Work is rewarding… in one way or another

Jacksonville, FL 1997

As I drove back to work from the hotel, it was hard to wipe that grin Brandon had placed on my pretty face. ‘My first’ was such a pleasure. He had not been good when we first met. The great came in time. But unlike some men who think “they are all that” and need not expand their skills, Brandon had become one of the best lovers I ever had. And so long as he stayed that way, I always found room for him on my busy schedule.

The rest of the afternoon went pretty quick as I had a house showing for a middle-aged couple. The wife seemed bossy and remote to the husband. Just the way I liked them as customers. When I had a minute alone with the man, I passed him my card with my personal email.

“Contact me,” I said, looking intently into his eyes. “I’ll make it worth your while if you convince her to buy. You can tell her you talked me down two grand from the price I offered. Are you interested?”

Giving up two thousand bucks on the signing price was nothing, considering how much the sale was. My offer was already thirty grand over what the sellers wanted. Why so much? Because the wife had gone googoo-gaga over the place as soon as they saw it and I had made a judgment call,

Customers like them were what I lived for. A wife who didn’t care how much the mortgage would be just to have the palace she deserved. And a husband who looked… starved. And I don’t mean food-wise. Hubby could stand to lose twenty pounds. What I meant was sexually starved.

I knew this sale was most likely to happen from the smile he gave me after the surprise wore off. And my cut of the deal would add to my already fat company account.

How I secured that sale is rather droll and inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. Rest assured that the husband did contact me the next day. We did get together for an hour of horizontal dancing at a local hotel. And much to my disappointment, I found out why his missus was not impressed with him.

To say that guy was lacking in skill and endowment would be an understatement. But then I thought of Brandon and how well he performed with what he had and came to two conclusions. First, this man lacked imagination and the will to improve his game; even after giving him a couple of pointers. Second, despite fifteen years of marriage, his wife had not taken the time to teach him how to be better.

But I had the sale, and my association with them was over after the signing. That was all I wanted with some men – a successful business deal. If some sex had to be placed on the negotiating table for that to happen, it did. And if the man happened to be a handsome hunk that piqued my interest, I went that extra mile to add icing to the cake of life.

Regrettably, not all potential buyers were hunks. But you see, I love sex. I crave and need it. So having sex to further my career may be an issue for some, but not for me. In my view, my looks and willingness to have sex with clients or business associates is but a tool to get ahead.

Yes, I could play the morality game some do, but then I would, for one, miss out on a lot of fun, and two, not amass the wealth I intend to accumulate. Call me whatever you will, but I think life is too short to hold back on its pleasures or opportunities. I only have one life, and I will not waste my good years, then have misgivings or, worse… regrets.

Feel free to judge me. Meanwhile, I am having a ball and getting rich.

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My safe and comfortable…

Jacksonville, FL 1997

I thought of that on my way home that early evening. My husband Paul had arrived home in time to start dinner. After a kiss, hug, and exchanges of “I love you,” I had gone to change and returned in time to help set the table.

“How was your day, dear?” he asked as he usually did.

“Productive,” I replied. “The buyers made an offer on the Estemarie Lane property.”

“Did they haggle much?”

“A bit. Enough to save face,” Ankara escort I replied in between bites of lemon-grilled catfish. “Oh Paul, this is really good. You outdid yourself. Is that a hint of garlic?”

“Nothing gets past you,” my husband replied in his usual calm tone.

Always calm and collected, my Paul is – never showing an ounce of emotion. I can’t even remember the last time he had shown any anger, jealousy, frustration, or lost control over anything.

“How about your day?” I ask out of obligation, as the answer will be the same as other days.

“Nothing new in the public relations world.”

Of course not. Why would anything be engaging in a safe and uneventful job? But then what man in his prime gave up being an investigative reporter and settled for a monotonous secure job?

But that’s my Paul. A good man to be married to, have a family and raise children with. He was and still is good-looking. More so than average. Not with the IQ I am blessed with, but still, quite intelligent.

“I’ll tell the kids to come down,” I said and went to check on our boy and girl upstairs.

The rest of the evening was filled with the usual family stuff. While we ate, our kids ignored each other initially before taking swipes at one another. You know the standard fare with siblings vying for their parents’ primary child favor. Paul and I gave each other knowing looks, letting our son and daughter have their say, then setting them straight.

Then there was homework, which we parents checked. Eventually, it was bedtime for us all. Paul and I watched some TV for an hour to give the kids time to go to sleep then checked on them before returning to the sanctity of our bedroom.

And in the fashion of most married couples, we had sex. No. Not just sex. We made love. Gentle and easy. Typically, slow and… mundane love. Still, as I always cum from intercourse, I came from Paul’s fucking and finished him off with my mouth, just the way we had started.

That was our routine. I started Paul off with my mouth. Then he reciprocated by going down on me. I made sure he did not cum. There had been a time I would make him cum first with my mouth, giving him time to recuperate when he ate me. Then he would last longer when he was in me. But as the years passed, Paul had changed.

By that point in our marriage, if Paul came in my mouth to start with, he was done for the night. So we had compromised. I kept him from cumming, then he worked on me a bit, then he inserted himself in me, and when he was close, I finished him off orally. Sometimes that took us fifteen minutes from beginning to end — most times. On bad nights, the entire process was over under ten minutes. If I was lucky, we made it to twenty.

Some women would be happy with that much sex. If they had it every night, that is, which we did not. Still, we had sex a couple of times a week on good weeks. I often reminded Paul we had not had sex by Friday or Saturday. As I would learn from women I knew, their sex lives were even less remarkable than mine. When I told how much we had to another woman, she said she ‘wished she had that much.’ So I guess I was ahead of the curve? I should have been glad my husband gave me that much attention.

***

So why Brandon, you ask? Well, as I said earlier, Brandon was my first. The first man I had while married to Paul. And a girl always remembers her first. Her first man to have sex with and take her virginity. The first she gave oral to. The first she gave her ass to… well, all those were Garry for me.

So who was Brandon? Well, Brandon was the first man I had as a married woman. And I did not cross the line from faithful wife to what I am not easily. In fact, I stayed faithful to Paul for over nine years.

What made me cross the line and join the ranks of cheaters? Why am I living this double life?

***

Enter Paul

The University of Florida, Gainsville. January 1985

So, where was I? Oh yeah…

Everything was great in my life. I was pulling a 4.0 GPA with hardly any fears of not continuing so. I was young, popular, and was getting more sex than most people get in a lifetime each month.

They say everything is sunny before the storm. Right before something happens to ruin it all. And mine did in a way I had not expected. Have you ever seen a video of a truck hitting a car at a crossroads?

That is what happened to me when I ran into HIM. I knew who he was, vaguely. Who? Paul Donnely, of course. He had a reputation as a smooth operator with, what I called, the ‘Bamby’ type girls.

Bamby was this goody-two-shoes girl in high school. You know the type: strict parents, church on Sunday, no drinking, no sex, and known for being a tease. At best, Bamby gave a guy a kiss at the end of a date and, if he was lucky, let him pet her boobs over her sweater at the movies. Yeah, you know the type.

Girls like Bamby looked down their noses at girls like Ankara escort bayan me who had a reputation for being “easy.” And not just that, they detested anyone who had sex at all. We were the amoral heathen who were beneath them and their preppy crowd. As if sexual denial was some kind of test to join their snooty club.

Some girls like Bamby or the Bambies also went to college as I had. Most on their parent’s dime. At first, they stayed true to their values, joining preppy sororities and hanging out with preppy guys. The kind worthy of being seen by their crowd. And once again, looking down at anyone else from their morally uppity ivory tower.

I wish I could tell you that this was a social dynamic based on money or politics. You know the cliché. Rich-daddy’s-girl looking down at the peasants? But it was not. If anything, these morally superior types spanned the economic, social, and political spectrum. Their primary motivator was not just sexual denial but moral snobbishness. They needed to make themselves better than others. No different than the politically motivated college types who thought themselves better than “the other side.” You know the type.

I once heard them refer to me as a “doer” As in a woman who does. And they were right. I did… do – a lot. I did anyone I wanted – if I wanted and when I wanted. I did all kinds of men. More than one at a time if available, and men of all different ages, races, and sizes. So yes, someone beneath the Bambies and their Ken-doll-like boyfriends.

But a funny thing happened during the first year of these girls’ college experience. The cookie jar effect (so many men around) and the away alone (no mom and dad to watch over me) realities came together to create… sexually curious Bamby. And if she was not active by the end of the freshman year, by the beginning of their sophomore year, these girls were ready to unleash years of pent-up sexual frustration.

It was sort of a worm/butterfly transformation if you are into a biology analogy. The worm was obviously the high school repressed Bamby. The curiosity time was the cocooning phase, where the Bamby had urges and temptations but tried to suppress them — often unsuccessfully. The butterfly phase was when they surrendered their virginity to some guy.

Sometimes, they liked a guy and chose him to be ‘the one.’ Or it was while they were drunk at a party, letting loose with the first guy there. But sometimes, there was a smooth operator who got off on popping Bamby cherry and did the job.

After all, these young women’s bodies were in their prime and had as much need for sexual release as mine did. Only I indulged it while they suppressed and repressed it. It was actually interesting and funny to watch at frat parties.

I used to go to them with a guy named Jerry from the Greek Council — some committee of the Greek Alphabet fraternities or something. Jerry liked slumming and was a member of a male group with the gangbang fetish. If you don’t know, these guys liked to get together and have sex simultaneously with one willing, happy girl! Why are you surprised that I had indulged in that practice with them as the center of their attention — more than once. Life’s experiences while I was free. Have you forgotten?

Anyway, here I was at this preppy frat party with Jerry, who was privy to all such parties in his council position. Probably he was there to make sure… Oh, I didn’t know… that the punch was properly spiked? That girls wore no underwear by midnight? That there were sufficient rubbers available? Or just an excuse to party. Still, Jerry got in these mixers, and I tagged along for the fun of it.

The place was full of preppy guys trying to score with the Bamby preppy girls as usual. Sadly, these girls made cock teasing the poor young men a sport. But there were a few preppy guys with Butterfly Bamby girlfriends. These were primarily upperclassmen who had paid their dues sucking up to cockteasing girls — eventually convincing an upper-class butterfly to “go steady” with him.

While we attended the same classes at FU Gainsville, we differed in student cultures. Still, we coexisted and occasionally met socially, yet rarely.

Jerry would tell the preps that I was his nymphomaniac sister and that I needed relief. You would be surprised how many volunteers would line up outside a bedroom to service the needy damsel in distress. Since most of them were virgins, I was glad to oblige, and they wore condoms at the insistence of my handler and brother for the night Jerry.

As Jerry was six-three and quite broad-shouldered, the preppy boys behaved. But the Bambies were not amused. I mean, here they were, used to the attention of the sexually frustrated prep males, and here I was giving them what these bitches would not. And that, of course, eventually led to a confrontation.

Jerry stepped out of the room while I was “engaged,” but I was too busy getting spit-roasted Escort Ankara by two novice preppy guys to notice. It took them very little time to cum and gave me the time to wipe down the front guy’s cum from my tits. It was then that I noticed that there was no continuation to the sex “train” I was pulling – no next guy.

Opening the door naked as a jaybird, I saw Jerry and this good-looking prep talking. Good-looking prepper stared at my body briefly, then went back to talking to Jerry. As they conversed in low tones, I took the time to appraise this young man. He had upperclassman written all over him. They are more confident than newbies, and I could have sworn I had seen him earlier sitting with a butterfly Bamby. She had her arm around him as a sign of ownership. ‘How conventionally basic,’ I had thought, reminded of Marisol’s description of the type.

“Look, Paul,” Jerry addressed the young man, “we’re just having fun.”

“The girls here are not happy that your… sister… is pulling a train with the lower-classmen. We just don’t do that at our frat.

“I know you’re a greek council rep for Alpha, but….”

“I’m also the frat president,” Paul corrected him.

“Good for you, Paul,” Jerry said. “But we meant no harm. These guys can certainly use the action….”

“I understand, Jerry,” Paul had replied politely. “Just not on our turf. The girls are upset, and it will cause problems for us. Take it somewhere else, and you and I go in peace.”

I saw the hesitation in Jerry’s face and knew the fun was over. As I turned to go back and get dressed, I heard Jerry concede. By the time I dressed and went back out, the Paul guy was back to his butterfly, and I made my way past a group of disappointed Alpha guys who had been waiting their turn.

“Sorry guys,” I said and headed out, followed by Jerry.

“What a bunch of killjoys,” he said once we were outside.

“Let’s go to my flat,” I said to him. “I’m horny as hell.”

“What I like about you, Paula,” he said and groped my ass.

Jerry and I had fun that evening, but my mind was on the tall guy from the frathouse mixer.

“So Jerry, who was that guy you were talking to at the Delta house?”

“Paul Donnelly. Not your type Paula.”

“How do you know what my type is?”

“I know who your type is not,” he replied with a smirk. “Goody-goody preps who pass moral judgment on others at the drop of a hat. You told me that last month. What? You changed your mind?”

“No,” I replied. “I’m still me in case you missed what I was doing with those freshmen back there. I just found him… you know… interesting.”

Jerry scoffed at that.

“Did he make your panties all wet?”

I tried not to show it, but it was true. Paul was handsome and had intrigued me. the way he had said ‘just not on our turf,’ was non judgemental. As if Paul didn’t want to judge Jerry and I. Yet Paul had merely wanted to stand his ground for his frat and the girls that were guests there.

“He was very… diplomatic,” I replied.

“Paul is known for that. A problem solver of sorts. But, as a man, he is very vanilla – a boy scout. His only vice has been talking some virgins into giving him their cherry. Like I said, not your type.”

“And you are my type?” I smirked as I played with jerry’s resurging cock.

“I have no delusions, Paula,” he replied. “I’m your type… tonight.”

“We need more like you, Jerry,” I replied with a chuckle.

But the reality was that both Jerry and I were friends with benefits. Nothing more. I certainly had a collection of guys like him in my life. They were fun to hang around and fill my bed when I wanted them to. But nothing more than that.

***

The following day, Jerry gave me a piece of paper with Paul Donnelly’s number on it. Jerry was such a good friend to me then. He sensed my interest in Paul and gave me what I wanted. No jealousy or theatrics. After all, we were buddies. And true friends wish to make each other happy.

“He is a senior, you know,” Jerry said as he made us eggs and coffee.

I knew he meant Paul. He would be graduating that year.

“He writes for the college paper. IFA.”

“The Indepeenent Florida Aligator,” I giggled at my distortion of the word independent. “What a goofy name for a university newspaper.”

“I’m sure there are worse,” Jerry said, offering me a plate with scrambled eggs. “Did you get us coffee?”

“No, I wanted to be served.”

“Fuck that, Paula,” he replied in feigned indignation. “Do I have to do everything?”

“Well, you can’t give yourself a blowjob, Jerr. That’s where I come in,” I replied coyly as I pushed him down on a chair.

Then I dropped my robe and filled a cup of coffee for him. Jerry smiled as he took the mug, and I fell on my knees. His eggs and mine got cold. But by then, I already had some protein for breakfast, which I washed down with coffee.

***

I have to be honest here. I pursued Paul Donnelly as he hardly knew me. From what he said, he had seen me around campus. But that was it. And I found out a bit about him. His specialty had been doing the Bambies from the preppy sorority pool, just as Jerry had said. In fact, he was quite successful at that, from what my contacts informed me.

The Van

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She felt kind of stalkerish. But he did tell her that he was getting off work early this Friday, and she wanted to surprise him. She didn’t know how early, so here she sits in her mini van, parked in the parking garage next to his car. The butterflies and anticipation in her stomach bouncing all over the place and tied in knots all at once.

She catches a glimpse of him walking up the ramp walking her way, and slides the side door open.

…………………………………….

After working crazy hours, he’s on a bartending shift on a Friday, but finally doesn’t have to close. He stocks and cleans and leaves early. He’s headed to his car, and as he walks up the ramp in the garage, he sees a minivan parked next to his car with the door open.

Always an adventure in this lot, he thinks to himself, let’s see what this is all about and get in my car and go. Was he ever wrong.

………………………………

He saw her as he started walking between the cars, and the smile couldn’t have been wider on both their faces. She jumped out of the van and their embrace was like 2 people melting together. They fit together perfectly, her nuzzled in his arms, ear pressed to his upper chest, his arms wrapped around her, smelling the delightful scent of her shampoo.

There wasn’t much of a break in the embrace, so much a readjustment. Her hips slid forward, her shoulders back as she looked up at him, and before she could blink, they were engaged in a passionate kiss, the kind that you see in romance movies that you never believe are real, until you have one, like right now.

Lips locked Ankara bayan escort together, tongues dancing with each other, hands caressing all parts of both their bodies, while still locked in their embrace. Though it is an open garage and night time, the heat was palatable and rising between them.

Finally, both coming up for air, they smiled lovingly and yet filled with lust, and climbed into her van. He slid the door closed, and as he turned they both had the same thought at the same time, attack.

They were on each other. A whirlwind of hands all over each other, lips attached to each other’s like they would die if they separated.

While there was so much love between them, this was animal lust, they had to have each other.

Fingers caressing turned into groping hands, feeling every part of each other body. Clothes began shed of each other’s body, kisses planted on newly found skin.

The moment came where they separated to finish removing their clothes, and they took a knowing moment to admire each other.

…………………………

There she was, in all her glory. He admired all of her curves. She was so much more beautiful than he remembered. And he remembered well and though of her often. He admired the long perfect legs leading to her perfect slit and perfectly round ass. The curve of her hips, the slight in then out as his eyes roamed up to her perfect breasts, with those rock hard nipples just begging to be suckled. God he missed her.

……………………

She looked him up and down. He hasn’t changed much over the years, Escort bayan Ankara still the dad bod that she knew and loved so much. And that cock, Jesus that cock. Just looked so perfect, not the biggest thing in the world, but long enough and fat enough to fill her up. It stood out, hard and proud, almost audibly calling to her. God she missed him.

………………………..

The moment passed and they were on each other again, his lips on a beeline for her nipple, one hand playing with the other nipple, the other hand groping that perfect ass.

Her left hand grabbing his hair and pulling him into her chest, her right hand wrapping itself around his rock hard cock, stroking it base to tip, her hand a perfect fit around him.

There’s no describing how to make this work in the van. You just do. They had to taste each other. It had been far too long. As they twisted and turned, his mouth finally came to rest on her soaking pussy. Planting a kiss, flicking his tongue, savoring her taste and smell, before diving in and eating her with reckless abandon.

She in turn, had his cock in her hand, gripped at the base, swirling her tongue around the tip, before sliding his girth into her mouth, using all of the tricks she’s learned to please his cock.

They come up for air once again, and their lips lock together again, as their hands and bodies squirm against each other until they find just the right angle, the tip of his cock is sliding against her soaking pussy, up and down teasing, and slowly he begins to slide inside of her.

They can only breath heavy Bayan escort Ankara and stare at each other in pleasureful wonder as he slides all the way in her, their pelvic bones pushed together. She fits so perfectly around him, he can feel the entirety of her wrapped around him, so hot, wet, perfectly right. He fills her up, she can feel every vein on his cock pulsing, rubbing all the right places, filling her like she hasn’t been filled in years.

They hadn’t been in this position in years, but you wouldn’t know it the way they ground themselves together in perfect harmony. And then he stated slowly thrusting, small thrusts to start, her hips rotated up slightly, as he slid out to the tip, and all the way back in, slowly, hitting everything. And then the pace quickened. Their breath short and sharp. Her orgasm built and built to this point of no return.

Her body began to shake, and quiver as her entire body tightened around him and she exploded.

He slowed his pace and slide deep inside her to feel all of her around him as she came, and she came hard, her pussy gripping around his cock, squeezing it for all it was worth.

As she came down from the high, he brought her right back up again, quick short thrusts with just the tip of his cock going in and out, hitting her clit back and forth.

He had managed through all of this to control his own orgasm, and now the loss of control was upon him as her second orgasm was hitting a crescendo. He buried himself inside her, as deep as he could go, as her orgasm rocked her, and her pussy squeezed his cock, his orgasm sent him shaking over the edge as he shot his cum in her.

They lay there, cuddled in each other’s arms, him still in her, both savoring the feeling, the pleasure, the release. They slowly separated, and began to get dressed. As he left her van to get in his car, he kissed her deeply again, both of them knowing this won’t be the last time.

Descent into Depravity

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by Jean Lambert

PART ONE

For me, going to the gym had a lot of benefits: fitness, muscle building and hot women in tight workout gear. I had been going to the same gym since I was sixteen, and in the last fourteen years, I had seen a lot of sexy women come and go. I was serious about my workouts, so I had never asked any of the women at the gym for a date. But it never hurt to have some eye candy while I was lifting.

Since I came to the gym often, I knew most of the regulars. Late evening was “Muscle Barbie’s” workout time. I remember one particular Saturday night when I was working chest, and I spotted Muscle Barbie on the leg press. Fortunately, the position of the incline bench I was on gave me a perfect view of her while she pushed out each rep. She was blonde and kept her hair in a pony tail. She was short and well built. Despite the fact that she was muscular, she was not unfeminine. She clearly had a natural propensity to be curvy, and lifting had toned her otherwise voluptuous figure. Barbie’s best features were her chest and her ass. She simply had naturally big boobs, that luckily weight lifting had not diminished. Her ass was bulbous and firm, and she could probably crack a walnut between those cheeks. That evening she was showing off her body in a pair of tight fitting cream colored yoga pants and a bra like sports top to match.

After finishing a few sets of incline press, and enjoying the view, I moved on to military. Once I had finishing my third set of over head press, a big muscle head walked in front of the machine and looked down at me. It was Hercules, or at least that is what I called him. I knew he was with Barbie, since I often saw them together. “Hey. Can you do me a favor?” he asked.

“OK,” I responded. I really didn’t know what else to say to this guy. We had never spoken.

“I saw you looking at my wife.” Oh crap, I thought. This was going nowhere good. I was no pencil neck, but Hercules easily stood six foot four and had a serious body builder physique, All I needed was this guy asking me to meet him outside and then pummeling me into the pavement.

“Look, the incline just happened to be by the leg press,” I said.

“It’s cool, man,” he interrupted and chuckled to himself. “I wanted you to go spot her while she does squats. You look like you can handle it, and I need to pound out some barbell rows.” I was just glad he wasn’t going to pound me out.

“Um, I guess I could.”

“Thanks.” He slapped me hard on the shoulder and walked off toward the barbells. I turned and looked over at the squat racks, and sure enough, Muscle Barbie was there with 135 lbs on her back. I was sure that was just a warm up set for her, as she had some pretty muscular legs. By the time she finished the set, I had walked up behind her.

“Excuse me.” She turned around and gave me a bewildered look. “Your husband asked me to spot you.”

“Lars ask you to come over?” she said. Hercules was really named Lars?

“Yes,” I answered. “I can go if you don’t need any help.”

“Not for the warm ups, but I always use a spotter for the heavy lifts. Thanks. I am Lisa.” She held out her hand and smiled at me. I shook her hand and smiled back.

“I’m Roy.”

“Nice to meet you, Roy. Can you put another plate on the bar?” I grabbed a 45 and slapped it on one end of the bar, and Lisa slapped a plate on the other end. “I usually don’t need a spot on this weight, but you can get behind me anyway.” I did as she said and took a position close behind her. Up close, I could really see how short she was, at most 5’2″. I was only 5’10” but I seemed to tower over her, particularly when she crouched and lifted the bar. Looking down at her figure, I could see up close just how sexy she was. I was mostly focused on her firm, round ass. Her skin tight leggings left little to the imagination and accentuated the crack between her cheeks. As she lifted the bar and squatted the weight, her glutes contracted in a motion that started to turn me on as I imagined her bouncing up and down on my cock. She managed ten reps at 225 without a spot, an impressive weight for her size. She did have some serious legs on her. I guessed that her thighs were probably the same diameter as my own.

“Can you put a quarter on next?” she asked. I grabbed a 25 lbs plate and added it to one end of the bar. She loaded the other end and again assumed the squat position. “You can spot me on this one.” I lined up close behind her. She rested the bar on her upper back, and I put my hands on her sides as she lifted. As she squatted the weight, I could feel her muscles contracting. She had a well defined body. Her lats flared giving her a gentle V taper, and her glutes contracted with each rep. I felt my cock getting hard as I moved up and down with her in unison. As she made her sixth rep, she went to rack the bar, and I moved forward with her. At that moment, my pelvis accidentally pushed forward and my cock pressed against the small of her back. I retracted immediately Ankara bayan escort hoping she had not noticed my chubby. Fortunately, I was not fully hard and my gym pants were pretty baggy, so my erection was not obvious unless you looked directly at it. She turned toward me and said “Now one more set of 315.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, removed the 25 lbs plate and replaced it with another 45. Was she really going to squat 315? I didn’t care. I was just glad she didn’t notice my cock pushing against her. She bent under the bar again, and I placed my hands in the proper spotting position. She grunted as she stood up with the bar on her shoulders. She managed three reps with 315 before she replaced the bar on the rack. I was careful this time to avoid pushing into her.

“Thanks,” she said. “That was my last set.”

“Glad to help,” I responded. I looked her in the eyes and kept thinking don’t look down at her big breasts.

“I will let Lars know that you were a good spotter. Have a great rest of your workout, and then maybe take care of that problem.” She gazed down at my crotch momentarily, and then she walked off.

My next thought was that I was a dead man. Lisa would tell Lars that I got wood spotting her, and Lars would drop a 75 lbs. dumbbell on my head. I couldn’t move for a minute, and then I turned around. I scanned the gym, but I didn’t see either Lisa or Lars. I decided to stay and finish my work out. At least that way there would be witnesses if I got attacked.

I completed my chest routine with several sets of dumbbell flies, machine press and cables. That took a good half hour. My mind was distracted the entire time, but I never saw Lisa or Lars. They must have left the gym. It was almost 10:00 pm by the time I left myself. I was wary in the parking lot, but again, there was no sign of them there either. I got in my car and drove home. I was relieved, though I now had to think about switching gyms.

When I arrived at my apartment, I immediately went into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stripped while waiting for the water to heat up. Once the shower began to steam, I stepped in. After adjusting the temperature to mildly hot, I stepped forward and allowed my head and body to be covered in the hot water. I shampooed and rinsed my hair and then began to soap up my body. I was still a little pumped up from the gym, and most of my anxiety had gone.

As I rubbed the soap on my skin, I began thinking about Lisa, in particular her hot round ass squatting up and down and the feel of her back muscles contracting. I felt myself growing, and I could not help but give my member a few strokes. In seconds I was engorged. I imagined bending Lisa over right there at the squat rack and pushing my cock though her gym pants into her pussy. I knew that would never work, but hell, it was a fantasy. I could feel my balls start to ache as I continued to stroke. It had been a while since I had sex, so they were pretty full.

I had to stop thinking about Lisa. My encounter with her had almost gotten me beaten up, but the thought of it made me so horny. I didn’t want to cum in the shower, but I had another idea. I quickly washed the soap from my body, stepped out of the shower and dried myself. Still hard I went into the bedroom, grabbed my cell phone and lied down on the bed. I scrolled through my contacts until I found Trina and sent her a text.

Are you free? Trina and I had never met in person. She was a beautiful red head that I messaged on social media about three months ago after my last break up. We quickly became friends, but things never moved beyond a certain point. We were what I would call “intimate chat buddies.” A week after our first online contact, we started discussing our individual sex lives. It was amazing how quickly we both opened up about our experiences. We soon got to the point where we could talk about anything, even the most intimate details of our past, our desires and our fantasies. For example, I knew that Trina loved anal and had no problem telling me how much it turned her on. On more than one occasion the texts had gotten so hot that I had jacked off while we chatted. I told Trina that sometimes I did that. She didn’t seem to mind, but she never mentioned doing the same herself. I liked to imagine that she did touch herself during our chats, but she never gave me reason to believe that she did.

Are you there.? I want to chat. What I really wanted was cum, but there was no answer. I waited a few minutes. Nothing. I guess she was busy. I flipped though my phone some more until I came upon another contact, Penny Blake. I stared at the name and debated with myself for a few seconds. I knew it would be a big mistake to text her, but I kept staring at my phone. Penny and I had dated for about six months. I broke it off with her three months ago just before I first contacted Trina, I didn’t regret ending it with Penny, because, basically she was a possessive, volatile Escort bayan Ankara psycho.

I couldn’t do it. I knew it would be a big mistake. I was pretty sure Penny had still not gotten over me. She called and texted me insistently after I broke it off. She even showed up at my apartment a few times and I had to threaten to call the police to get rid of her. I put the phone down next to me on the bed. Damn, I needed a release so badly.

Then I remembered. I flipped through the photos on my phone. Yes. I still had them. While we were dating Penny had sent me a least a dozen pictures of her in various states of undress which I had not deleted. I pulled up the first one, a picture of her naked breasts. She did have great tits, natural triple Ds with quarter size pink nipples. I loved sucking on them, and they always got hard in my mouth. The second pic was of her in some red lingerie and panties which accentuated her curvy figure The top was shear and those big tits and hot protruding nipples showed through. I began stroking again. The third pic was her totally naked. She had a thick dark bush which matched the color of her long hair. Fuck, I wanted her.

I closed the pics and flipped back to my contacts. I knew it was a mistake, but at that moment all I cared about was getting laid. How have you been? I texted Penny. I continued to gently stroke myself while a waited for an answer. After about two minute, none came. Thinking about you. Hope you are OK, I sent. Another few minute and nothing. Damn, I was so frustrated. I was pretty sure she saw the messages, since she was always on her phone. I guess I couldn’t blame her for not responding, as she took the break up pretty hard.

But now I was stuck with a hard throbbing cock. I considered just rubbing one out while thinking about Lisa. After all it was Lisa that put me in this state. But I was frustrated that neither Trina nor Penny had answered me. I decided to just get under the covers and force myself to sleep.

I shot up from my bed as a loud banging woke me up. I sat for a moment as I felt my heart racing. Had someone broken in, or had I just imagined it? I held my breath for a moment listening for any sound. Then it came again. Someone was loudly knocking on the front door. I slipped out of bed and noticed that I was still naked. I grabbed a pair of boxer briefs and quickly slipped them on. The person banged a third time.

“Coming,” I yelled. What fucking time was it? The clock said 3:16 am. I walked out of the bedroom toward the front door. Half of me was ready to fight if it was an intruder, and the other half was ready to scream at whomever had woken me up in the middle of the night. When I pulled the door open, I was surprised to see Penny standing on the outside stoop.

She stood there looking right at me. She had clearly been out clubbing that night. She was wearing tight blue dress that cut off above the knees and had a plunging neck line that showed off her big breasts. Her face was overly made up. She always wore too much make up, and it made her look a bit whorish. Despite the fact it was a cool night, she didn’t have a coat, only a purse in one hand.

“Hey you,” she said smiling and pushed open the door. When she walked across the threshold, she almost tripped. She put her hands on my chest to prevent herself from falling, and I grabbed her around the waste to steady her balance. “Oh,” she said, and I got a heavy whiff of alcohol from her breath. “This is nice.” She moved her hands up and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her smile and the look in her eyes was unmistakable. She wanted to fuck.

“Penny, what the hell are you doing here?”

“You texted me.” Fuck. I had totally forgotten.

“Yeah, I guess I did, but that was hours ago.”

“Well I texted you back a dozen times, but you didn’t answer.”

“I thought you were busy, so I went to bed.”

“Oh, I was just out dancing with the girls.” I hated her girlfriends. But that was a another story.

“Look Penny, I was just checking in on you.” I had to find a way to get rid of her. “I was not inviting you over.” She giggled in response.

“Don’t you want me to stay?” she said with a sly smile. She began rubbing her breasts against my chest. With my hands still on her hips, I pushed her back.

“How the hell did you get here?”

“I drove.” What the hell? She was lucky she didn’t wrap herself around a telephone pole.

“That was foolish. You are in no condition to drive.”

“Then I guess I will have to stay here.” She giggled and then pulled herself into me and planted a wet kiss on my lips. This time she lifted one leg and started rubbing against my thigh. I felt my loins react as my cock began to grow. She obviously felt it too, because she started to grind herself against my hard on. She pulled away and grinned as she looked down at my crotch.

“Someone is happy to see me.” It was then that I realized I was only in my boxer briefs. My hard dick Bayan escort Ankara was now on full display underneath.

“Penny, I -” Before I could finish the sentence she started rubbing me. Her hand was soft and felt wonderful even through the fabric of my underwear. In seconds I was at full mast, and the head of my cock peaked out of my briefs. My lust from earlier in the evening had returned, and I started thinking about Lisa again. I closed my eyes as Penny rubbed me, and imagined Lisa in her skin tight gym outfit. Then I felt Penny pull down my briefs. I opened my eyes and saw her drop to her knees. She looked up at me with an evil grin, and then she parted her lips and took me in her mouth.

I was surprised as Penny sucked on me. She was never into giving head. Maybe it was the alcohol. Whatever the reason, I didn’t care. She pushed my cock deeper into her mouth, and I could hear her slurps as she moved her head back and forth. She didn’t stroke me while she sucked, but she held my cock in place with one hand and grabbed my ass with the other.

Just as I was getting into it, she stopped sucking and popped me out of her mouth. She stood up and kissed me again. The feel of my cock pressed against her belly felt so good. Her satin dress enhanced the sensation.

“Let’s go to bed,” she said. I knew I couldn’t say no. I needed to cum. I kicked off my briefs and led her to the bedroom. I grabbed her and kissed her neck and the exposed parts of her breasts. She giggled at first, but then started to moan softly as I became more passionate with my lips and tongue. I moved my hands up behind her back and unzipped her dress. I pulled out of her grasp and slowly pulled her dress down fully exposing her breasts. I was glad to see that she wore no bra underneath. With her milky white breasts exposed, I knew there was no turning back. I grabbed one with my hand and bent over slightly so I could suck on the nipple. Almost instantly it became hard in my mouth. While I devoured her nipple and rubbed her tit, I grabbed her ass with my free hand. She was moaning louder. One thing about Penny, she had never been quite.

After a few minutes of “warming her up,” I pulled her dress down to the floor, and she stepped out of it. She wore a pink thong, but she quickly pulled it off to expose her thick black bush. At that point I was ravenous for her body. I pushed her down on the bed, and she looked up at me longingly. Penny had an hour glass body with a big round ass to go along with her big tits. She was naturally curvy, and probably about twenty pounds overweight, but as she was only twenty five, her body was still relatively firm and sexy.

She spread her legs invitingly, and I wasted no time in burying my face between them. I generally liked a woman to shave down under, but Penny’s dark bush looked great against her milky skin. I slowly licked her hairy pussy from just above her ass hole until the tip of my tongue arrived at her clit. Once I reached her love button, she began to moan. I worked my tongue in a vertical motion, firmly, but not too hard. I could smell her sex and feel her getting very wet. After few minutes of my licking, she began to moan loudly, That was the Penny I knew. I pressed my tongue harder into her and licked faster and faster. After another minute or two she grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me hard into her pussy. I maintained my hard licking on clit until I heard her gasp. She held me tight against her, and I could feel the waves of her orgasm as her hips rocked back and forth. She gasped with each thrust. Finally, her hips settled down on the bed, and her hands released me.

As I rose from between her legs I saw the blissful look of satisfaction on her face, but I was not done with her yet. I moved up onto her belly, pushed her legs wider apart and shoved my hard cock into her vagina. I slid in easily, since Penny was super wet after her orgasm. I knew that she wanted a hard fuck as much as I wanted to give it to her. I pushed into her all the way and held my cock there for a few seconds. I heard her gasp again, and her arms wrapped around me trying to hold me deep inside her. Then I started a rhythmic thrusting, slowly at first and then faster and harder. She never released her hold on me while my pelvis moved like a piston inside her.

Her moans got louder and her legs spread even wider, so I could give her maximum penetration. I looked down between her legs to watch my dick repeatedly sink into her pussy and then pull back almost to the head. Her moans were a combination of grunts mixed with panting. I looked up to see her eyes rolled back in her head. She was in her own world while I pounded her with all my strength.

By contrast I was fully aware of every second. I could feel her wet pussy wrapped around my cock, not too tight, but keeping me rock hard. I could hear the wet “twap” as I my hips slammed against her legs and ass, and the creeks of the bed from our no nonsense fucking. I saw her open moaning mouth and her huge tits that bounced with every thrust. Her hands moved down my back and grabbed my ass as she tried to pull me deep into her. My balls began to tighten, and I could feel my cock expanding to become fully engorged. This was not going to be some long love making session. It was pure raw missionary fucking.

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When I started writing this story I was looking forward to writing something quicker, with less down time between chapters. Then, shortly after I finished Chapter 3, one of my closest friends unexpectedly passed away (not related to the pandemic) and I put the story on the back burner for a while to heal. It’s good to be back in the groove again after a couple months off, and I’m grateful to anyone who’s stuck around waiting for Chapter 4. I’m hopeful there won’t be quite as long a delay before the final chapter is out.

Once again, all characters are over 18. This story takes place in the summer of 2010. Thank you to RawSilhouette and Ravenna933 for beta reading the story and catching a few minor errors.

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The next morning at the tiny cottage dawned early. We’d been sleeping with all the windows open for ventilation in the hot, airless summer night, but that meant the morning sunlight found its way in as soon as the sun rose across the lake. By 7 AM everyone in the living room was awake; mostly reluctantly and hung over, but awake nonetheless.

I lay on the futon with a drowsy Monique still nude in my arms, covered only by a thin blanket, as people got up around us. The previous night’s escapades and heat of the cottage meant we were all still naked that morning, but the light of day brought a sense of, not regret, but perhaps modesty back to all of us. Natalie, Priya, Laura and Mark all dressed quickly, and as privately as they could in the small space. The bedroom door remained closed, and we hadn’t seen or heard any signs of life from Vanessa, Carson or Becky yet.

“I’m going for a shower,” Natalie announced, once she’d thrown the previous day’s top and bottoms on.

“From experience, there’s not going to be enough hot water for all of us, so be quick,” I warned.

Natalie stuck her tongue out as she grabbed her towel and toiletry bag. “That’s why I’m going first.”

“I don’t need a shower,” Mark volunteered. “There’s a lake right out there.”

“Some of us have long hair that needs the lake washed out of it, not put back into it,” Priya retorted.

As Natalie left, Laura regarded Monique lying in my arms, and the jealous look returned to her face. She didn’t say anything, but I knew what she was thinking.

“I hate sleeping bags, and I forgot my air mattress,” Monique explained defensively. “I couldn’t sleep on the hard floor.”

Laura nodded. “Fine.” I didn’t believe she actually thought it was, but I let the moment pass.

The morning passed quickly and uneventfully. I managed a 90-second shower with hot water, just enough to get clean, and with only having a few hours’ sleep the night before I wasn’t in the mood to do much but hang around the cottage. Mark, Priya, Vanessa and Carson took the canoes out to explore the lake; Natalie, Jason and Michelle went on a hike through the woods; Monique, Becky, Laura and I stayed around the cottage and played Clue and The Game of Life on ancient, tattered game boards that had been there as long as I could remember. Laura still seemed annoyed at me, but I ignored her. It wasn’t my job to massage her hurt feelings over nothing.

I managed to find a quiet moment alone with Monique later in the day and briefly told her about last night’s hurried, silent, and covered-up solo threesome with Priya and Natalie. Monique just laughed, and said she was sorry to have missed it and was glad we’d all managed to get off. I was a little concerned about word getting back to Vanessa, but Natalie had seemed unfazed that morning, and I knew she was in a relationship, so she probably wouldn’t want anything that had happened getting back to her boyfriend. I knew I could trust Monique not to spill the beans, and as for Priya, well, if she said something, she said something, but at least it wasn’t like we’d had sex.

By late afternoon we knew we had to get back, so we packed up the cottage and headed back south. Vanessa had slept longer and better than I had, so I let her and Carson have the front seats. I curled up in the back and napped most of the way home.

When we got back, I checked my phone after the car was unloaded. There was a text from Laura:

So now you’re fucking Monique? You bastard.

I let my anger course through me for a moment, thinking of how I’d like to respond, before dashing off a response.

I don’t owe you an explanation for anything I choose to do and I’m not going to respond to any further allegations. But for the record, we didn’t have sex. We slept in the same bed. It was platonic. Mind your own goddamn business.

No response came in, so after a moment I decided to try to forget about it and move on.

I reflected on the fact that Natalie seemed happily in love with her boyfriend, and she apparently hadn’t been the one Monique had been hinting liked me anyway, so my thoughts turned to the next most likely candidate in Samantha Fischer. I’d spent most of my adolescence silently judging her. She was rich, beautiful, and easy not to like Ankara escort from a distance. I’d been very self-conscious about how tight money had been in my childhood and still occasionally had trouble freely spending the money I’d saved on myself, so a girl who wore designer clothes and drove a new BMW her family had bought for her when she’d turned 17 was never someone I’d had any interest in getting to know further.

But Monique had said my first impressions of her were wrong, and while I wasn’t entirely sure I’d want to go there if Sam turned out to be the kind of person I’d always believed she was, if she had a long-standing crush on me, I wanted to know, and I wanted to at least consider taking advantage of the situation. She couldn’t control being raised rich, as Monique had said, and I’d been wrong about most of Vanessa’s other friends already, so I was willing to give her a chance and see what developed. I was also very glad I’d never really had a chance to hang out with her, as she shouldn’t have had a reason to know I hadn’t liked her. I hadn’t ever treated her badly or with any hostility, I’d just always avoided her as I’d done with most of Vanessa’s other friends.

A couple of days later, Vanessa and I were sitting together in the basement watching the Jays game when I asked her something that had been on my mind.

“Was that weird for you?”

Vanessa looked over at me. “At the cottage, you mean?”

“Around the campfire.”

She thought for a moment. “I mean, yeah, kind of. I never expected anything like that to happen. It’s not like my friends have ever done anything that risqué before.”

“You’re okay with everything that happened, though? Things escalated pretty quickly.”

“Yeah, mostly,” she answered. “You?”

“I am, but what’s ‘mostly’? Anything to do with me?”

She sighed. “No, it’s nothing to do with you. Carson and I aren’t going to be seeing each other anymore.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. What happened?”

“You really were asleep in the back the whole way home, huh?” she asked.

“Apparently.” I didn’t know what she was talking about.

“The whole drive home, hours in the car, it was all he could talk about. All those titties, how turned on all those girls were. He wouldn’t shut up about it, and he wanted me to ask one of my friends for a threesome. He didn’t even care who, he just thought that because we had a night like that, and because everyone was aroused and had their guard down, they’d all want him. And sure, they’re all my friends, and I like sex, but there’s no way I’d ever be down for that. Like, I’m not against the idea of a threesome, but not with girls I’ve known since I was little. We’re friends, and I don’t want to sleep with Natalie or Laura any more than he wants to suck one of his hockey boys’ dicks.

“‘It’s different’, he kept on saying. Well, it’s only different because he doesn’t like dudes. He didn’t respect my ‘no’ at all, and I just kept getting more and more annoyed with him all the way home when he wouldn’t drop it. By the time I dropped him off I’d already decided I never wanted to see him again. I told him off the next day.”

“I’m sorry. Do you want a hug?”

“No, I’m fine. It’s not a breakup. I didn’t have feelings for him, and I’m annoyed but not upset about it. It was just sex.”

“Fair enough. We’re okay though?”

“Yeah.” She looked over at me. “It probably would have felt more weird having you there if we were blood-related. I’m comfortable with my body, and I don’t care that we’ve seen each other naked. I’m not going to start wandering around the house nude, but if it ever happens again, organically of course, it won’t bother me. How about you?”

“I feel the same. I’m also comfortable with my body and I don’t care that you’ve seen all of it. I apparently trust you more than I realized.”

Vanessa stifled a chuckle. “I don’t know if I’d go that far, but yeah. I know what you mean. You felt like one of the group the other night. You fit in. We’ve never done anything even remotely that crazy before, but I’m okay that you were there for it. You weren’t creepy, you didn’t make it weird. You were respectful and behaved yourself. Not all guys would have. And I’m glad you didn’t go chasing after Laura again even though we all know she wanted you.”

“Fuck no,” I interrupted.

Vanessa laughed. “Laura was annoyed at you because she thinks you slept with Monique. I told her she was being paranoid.”

“I did sleep with her, but it was platonic. We didn’t have sex.”

“I know. I told her that. I trust Monique completely, and there’s no way I’d ever believe that you and her hooked up.”

“Do you have any advice on how to handle Laura?”

Vanessa sighed. “You’re handling her well enough. Just keep doing what you’re doing. She’ll get over it eventually. It would be a lot harder for her if you gave her even the slightest signs of being still interested, so just keep being gentle but firm.”

“I Ankara escort bayan will, and for what it’s worth, I appreciate your insight on this.”

“You’re welcome.” She smiled. “Laura can be a lot to handle. You didn’t know what you were getting into at that party, huh?”

I shook my head.

“It’ll get better. She always moves on eventually.”

A couple of weeks passed. My LSAT exam was set for Kingston around the beginning of August, so I basically locked myself in my room studying, emerging only for meals and bathroom breaks. Things with Vanessa seemed better, somehow — it still wasn’t like we were best buddies or anything, but she’d started saying hi when she saw me, smiling at me, treating me with a modicum of kindness, and in a way I was happy to return. For the first time since we’d lived together, it didn’t feel like we were at war. We may not have signed a peace treaty quite yet, but at least we’d negotiated a ceasefire.

As the end of July approached, my plan was to take the train to Kingston for the long weekend in early August, sit my exam, then spend a few days hanging out with my friends there before coming back. I still didn’t know how to approach the situation with Samantha — I didn’t have her number and wasn’t friends with her on Facebook. I also didn’t feel like I could ask Monique to help me, as she had always seemed happy to sit in the background without playing an active role in my conquests. Then, out of nowhere, Vanessa of all people found a solution to a problem she couldn’t have known existed.

“Hey, Peter, can I ask for a favour?” Vanessa knocked, then came into my room a few days before I was due to leave.

“Of course.”

“You know my friend Samantha?”

I nodded. Of course I did.

“Did you know she’s going to Queen’s next year?”

“She is?” I was surprised. “Is she transferring?”

“No, she’s going into first year. She did a gap year this past year to travel and stuff before starting university.”

Of course she did. “Cool, I’d have loved to have been able to afford to take a year off to do nothing. What’s the favour?”

“Well, Sam wants to go down to Kingston this summer. She’s never been to the campus, since she was in Peru most of last winter during application season. She wants to meet some of the faculty, do a campus tour, that sort of thing, so that she’s not completely lost during Orientation Week.”

“Not a bad idea. What does this have to do with me?”

“She doesn’t have a place to stay and doesn’t know anyone in town. She really doesn’t want to sleep alone in a hotel room. If you’ve got a spare couch in your place, she’d be fine sleeping on it. And in return, you can cancel your train ticket home and she’ll drive you. She won’t charge you for gas in exchange for the free lodging.”

“What about my exam?”

“She’s not going to come down until after you’ve written it. We’re only talking two nights. Please, Peter?”

Nothing Vanessa had said had given me a reason to reconsider my opinion on Sam, but I realized the opportunity I’d been waiting for had just fallen into my lap. I had no plans for the time after my exam except playing PlayStation and poker with my roommates, and I had no problem playing tour guide for a school I loved attending. If Sam was the mystery crush, I’d know after a day’s worth of dedicated time together, and if I didn’t like her, I could ignore her as much as possible and still save money on the trip home. And with the way Vanessa and I were slowly growing closer, I liked the idea of doing her a favour.

“Fine.”

“Thanks, Peter.” Vanessa hugged me. It was the first time I could ever remember hugging me, and it surprised me how much I liked the feel of her soft, warm breasts pressing against me.

A few days later, I boarded the train to Kingston, getting in late and going back to the old house I shared with Steve, Tom and Clarence. Steve was in Europe, backpacking for a month with his girlfriend, but it was good to see two of my best friends again for the first time in over three months. I went to bed early, and the next day I walked down to campus to write the LSAT.

To be honest, I wasn’t expecting to pass it this time. I’d heard that writing it once was good practice to get familiar with the exam format and time constraints, and to learn what you knew and didn’t know. The one that was going to count was the next time. After three hours, I walked out feeling like the test had kicked my ass a little. But I wasn’t overly bothered. I knew I’d have the chance to write it again next winter. No matter what my results were, I was done with studying after a long summer spent indoors and alone, and I now had a month to kick back, relax, and party.

That night, Tom, Clarence and I went out to a local sports bar to watch the Blue Jays game over wings and beer. As I sat with my guy friends, it hit me hard how much I’d missed it. I was really looking forward to being back at school again Escort Ankara in a month. My summer that had started with such promise really hadn’t gone anywhere. I’d spent most of it alone, and even though I’d made some friends and gotten closer with my stepsister, I missed having a social life. Apart from the two hedonistic weeks with Kirsten and the one regretted occasion with Laura, I also hadn’t gotten laid this summer, and it was harder to have a sex life living at home with family compared to living with friends.

With the stress of the exam finally past me and alcohol flowing through my bloodstream, I had an epic stress-relieving jerk-off session after getting home that night, edging myself over and over thinking about the masturbation threesome with Natalie and Priya before finally letting myself cum. It felt so good to be done and able to relax again.

The next day we spent mostly nursing hangovers and lazing around the house playing video games. That night, around 11 PM, the doorbell rang. I looked out and saw the sleek black BMW 3-Series I recognized.

“She’s here.”

The door opened, and there was Samantha. She looked exactly as I remembered: long, raven hair that was immaculately maintained, to the point that photos of her could be used to sell shampoo. Soft, lightly-freckled features accentuated by professional-grade makeup. Stylish designer clothes that fit her figure perfectly. She was tall for a woman, only a few inches shorter than me, with guarded dark eyes and dimples in her cheeks when she smiled. Her body I’d compare favourably to Jennifer Love Hewitt’s — an unusually large rack on an otherwise skinny frame. I let her give me a hug and took her duffel bag. Tom and Clarence both watched from the couch, open-mouthed and agog at the goddess that had entered our midst.

“Samantha Fischer, these are my roommates, Tom Choi and Clarence Watson.”

“Nice to meet you both!” Sam gushed. She turned to face me. “Sorry, which way is the bathroom?”

“Oh, down the hall, second door on the right.”

Sam headed quickly for the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and I turned back to my roommates.

“What the fuck, Peter?” Clarence began. “You didn’t tell us the girl coming here was a supermodel!”

“She’s not-“

“How’s my hair?”

“I could have put a nice shirt on if I’d known,” Tom added. “Come on, man!”

I laughed. “She’s my stepsister’s friend, guys. Off limits.”

“I don’t care. Maybe she’ll invite us to party with other supermodels.” Clarence rapidly fixed his hair and checked his breath.

“I-“

Samantha reappeared suddenly. “Sorry for running off. That ginger ale went through me faster than I realized.”

“No problem. Let me show you to your room.”

“Oh, I don’t need a room, Peter, just a couch.”

“I know, but Steve’s in Europe, and it’s not like anyone’s using his bed. The sheets are clean and he wouldn’t mind.”

Samantha thought for a moment. “Okay, but only if you’re sure he wouldn’t care.”

“Nah, he’d be good,” Clarence piped up.

“Okay, thank you.” She smiled, and I noticed Clarence and Tom both swooning a little as I picked up her bag. The house we were in was an older house on Victoria Street, a few blocks from campus, that had been a worker’s cottage at one point. There were three tiny bedrooms, with Steve and I sharing a wall and Tom across the hall. Clarence occupied a finished room in the basement; larger than the others but less private and with less natural light.

“Do you want to hang out a while?” I offered as I showed her Steve’s room.

“I’d love to, but I’m exhausted from the drive,” Sam replied, “and I should get to bed on time since I have an appointment with Academic Counselling tomorrow morning to go over my courses and stuff. Do you want to meet me on campus for lunch? Then you can show me around after.”

“Okay, sounds good. Which Academic Counselling Office?”

“Um…” Sam looked lost. “There are more than one?”

“Sure, every faculty has their own counselling unit.”

Sam’s face betrayed no recognition.

“What’s your major?” I asked patiently.

“Sociology. I’m doing the Power, Inequalities and Social Justice program.”

“That’s Mackintosh-Corry Hall,” Tom called out helpfully from the couch.

I called up a map on my phone and showed her where she was going.

“Okay, I can figure that out. Thanks, Peter!” She turned and headed into Steve’s room, closing the door behind her.

I texted Monique immediately. She’s here.

Let me know how it goes! Monique wrote back with a smiley face. What’s your game plan?

I thought for a minute. I’m just going to go with the flow and see what happens. I’ve got no expectations, but worst case scenario I’ll show her around campus and get her oriented as a good deed. After that, who knows?

Sounds great, Monique wrote back. Doing a favour for someone who needs it is never a bad idea.

The next morning, I slept in late before getting up, dressed, showered and heading down to University Centre to meet Sam. I found her in line at the Tim Hortons, and we bought a quick lunch before sitting down. She was wearing a floral sundress that showed just a hint of cleavage and had her hair in braided pigtails. She looked stunning, as always.

Second Coming

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“It is enormous!” Dr. Paige Brown squealed with delight.

John admired her in her white lab coat as she withdrew from the telescope view. She adroitly climbed down from her chair, and then down the noisy metal steps. He was blessed with a scant, pleasant view of her thigh and what he guessed — hoped even — was her panties. This brief but accidental step of hers away from absolute professionalism and modicum was exceedingly rare. He likened her more to a nerdy, librarian-type than to that of an astronomer.

“What do you think it is, Paige?” He asked once he drew himself back together. She was close now. Her golden-brown hair, tied in a messy bun, glinted in the blue overhead lights. He noted the stray hairs falling loose behind and down the nape of her neck and was momentarily very much drawn to kiss her there. But of course he couldn’t.

With an animated expression of glee she answered. “I don’t know John, It’s definitely headed our way. You should have a look. It is so much closer. Very fast moving, and it seems… so very large.”

She blushed in her excitement. She knew — around the esteemed Dr John Carpenter — she could come across as a silly little girl. And in this last view, the object which seemed to be on an intercept course with us here on earth resembled a penis complete with testicles. She blushed anew as John began to ascend the stairs to the telescope and see for himself.

“Oh my GOD.” He exclaimed.

“I know…” Paige responded from below, unsure of what else to say.

“It is big.” He said, still peering into the telescope. “Do you think they’re aliens?

At this thought Paige’s heart raced as her first absurd notion was they intended to mount the earth with that thing. Her second thought was being mounted by Dr. John Carpenter.

“We should notify someone.” He said as he stepped down.

“I’m sure they’re already aware.” Paige pointed out as she fidgeted. “I mean, who could miss that thing?”

They broke for lunch. The break-room was stark as one would expect, and empty, as it was a Holiday. A bystander would be able to recognize the tension between these two. But being daft Doctors they carried on as though nothing was going on between them, though both had many times imagined being with each other as they both pleasured themselves. Paige’s fantasies had evolved from the standard, romantic, cute little love affair to where she intended to seduce Dr. Carpenter until he was a gibbering mess and she would finally take him into her mouth.

At the table, upon recalling this particular fantasy which resulted in what was probably her best orgasm ever to date, she froze in a pale blush.

“Are you okay?” John asked as he nearly choked on a bite of sandwich.

“Yes, John. I’m fine.” Paige answered in an attempt to appear relaxed and calm. Though she knew better. These last few days, since the discovery of the phallic ship headed their way, she just didn’t feel quite right. Her libido seemed to increase each day as it approached. She’d begun to come home to her lonely apartment a wet little mess. She recalled yesterday barely getting the door shut and locked behind her before her hand shot down her panties to find some relief. She had barely even made it home, as she had madly rubbed and edged herself in the car the entire way.

She looked across the table at John with a mystified expression on her face.

“What is it?” He asked. He wondered about this a moment. Had she noticed? His dick was half engorged most of these last few days. And even now, as he thought about it, he could feel it pressing and trying to snake it’s way to its full length down his thigh. Well, this is embarrassing. It made it very difficult to focus on work.

“Dr. Carpenter…” Paige began. “I have to ask you something. And it is a little personal. Have you noticed anything different since this thing started it’s approach?”

“Well, I…” he stammered as he poked his glasses up on his nose with a finger. Paige found this very appealing, of course. It seemed now everything about this man was appealing to her.

As professionally as he could manage he answered. “I find that with it’s approach, I find myself getting more excited. Do you know what I mean?”

Whew! She thought. It’s not just me. Paige knew, but didn’t press any further — as to just what type of excitement she wasn’t going to ask. But she did wonder if ‘pressing’ is what his dick was doing in his pants just now. She stood with her tray, and caught John glancing down her top as she was leaning to pick it up. She glanced down and saw the button had fallen open revealing a good view of her chest and a pink bra. In that moment, the tingling between her legs went through the roof, and she began to question if she could even make it home tonight before answering the call.

She couldn’t read John’s expression. What it was was, he was so seriously concerned that now his pecker had become so hard that there was no way he could stand up. It might not only be visible, but even possibly painful. And that one sweet glimpse sent a signal directly to Ankara escort his brain and from there seemed to physically land squarely in his loins.

As Paige walked away, he attempted to sort things out down there while still seated. His eyes trailed her backside as he attempted the adjustment, and just then he felt the head pop past the confining briefs and felt his warm length traversing down his thigh. He tried to distract himself. Good luck with that! And tried to think if he should buy her roses as Valentine’s Day was next Monday. He considered maybe that was inappropriate — as they were coworkers. But anything to get rid of this hard-on. He remembered: I jerked off in the shower so much yesterday as well as this morning…I’ll probably get a hard-on every time it rains.

She felt his eyes on her still as she walked toward the counter to leave her tray. She glanced over her shoulder and saw a sheepish, far off grin of an expression on his face. “Well. I’m going back up to have another look.”

As she departed the break-room he was finally able to stand and take his own tray over. He pressed the unruly dick down his left thigh as best he could and re-entered the lab as she was climbing the stairs. Her skirt rose, revealing delicate flesh as she climbed. His dick attempted to rise with it.

Moments later, Karen rushed down the steps. “Holy shit! John. You have to see this. It seems it has come a huge distance. It’s coming in just a minute!”

John scaled the steps, having forgotten his unruly cock — which did not go unnoticed by Paige — or her own loins.

**

The craft was well in view in the telescope. Details could be made out. It truly did resemble a large member. A line of windows or view-portals even resembled a slit. Now, seen from the naked eye, trembling with anticipation, as well as desire, Paige and John made their way out back to the parking lot, and watched as it descended onto the field across the street. It made no noise, and landed with a thump. After a moment or two, it began to what looked like… deflate (in Paige’s mind), and soon was flaccid.

Shortly thereafter, two figures could be seen walking directly toward them across the field.

*

“Hi, I’m Buzz.” The well-dressed man said as he approached.

“You don’t really look like aliens.” John observed.

The blonde reached out a hand for him to shake. “Hi, I’m Carly.”

John was taken aback by her beauty. She was tall and thin, with cat-like, green eyes. Her hair whisped around her face in the breeze. Pure poetry came into his mind.

“Are you… people?” Paige asked as she took Buzz’s hand. His attractiveness as well was not missed by Paige. He stood a good foot taller than she. She looked up into his gray eyes and felt she would melt under their gaze.

“I’m sorry to be so rude. We’re a little in shock,” said John. “I’m John, and this is Paige, my associate.” He said this as he took Carly’s hand in wonder.

“How…” Uttered Paige in amazement.

Buzz spoke, gesturing. “Can we go inside? It’s a little cool.”

Paige appreciated the breeze, it seemed to cool the scorching fire going on in her panties.

“Of course!” Allowed John with a start, they seemed friendly enough.

“So… Where are you guys from?” He asked.

Carly answered, as John could not help but admire her butt as she walked, like two bunnies under a blanket, said his inner voice.

“Well… here actually.” She began. “This is going to be hard to believe, but we left the earth some time ago.”

John, seated himself in an attempt to conceal his excitement (which had not abated in the least). “What about the ship? Surely it was seen by someone. They must know you are here.”

Buzz remained standing and fidgeted, as did Carly. “We were cloaked. No one knows we are here other than yourselves,” he said.

“Won’t you have a seat?” Offered Paige.

“Oh that’s okay,” answered Buzz. “We’ve done enough sitting.”

“How long? How far?” John asked.

“Oh now, all that’s not important.” Carly chided.

To John, she seemed the more intelligent one — maybe a Science Officer. At this point, it seemed the dashing Buzz was no more than eye candy.

Carly continued. “As far as we can determine, we left earth somewhere around… 275 million years ago.”

“That sounds like a lot.” Said Paige. “And your ship? Does it have to look like a man’s junk?” She blushed as she made the distinction.

John trembled as he felt his own twitch. A twitch which Carly noted. “That’s a really good sign,” she said, with a wink toward Buzz. Then she answered smiling, exposing her perfectly white teeth. “Maybe it’s subliminal.”

“Or seminal,” Paige suggested.

“We seem to have an issue.” Carly said. “And that is in fact is the issue. There is very little issuing going on these days. Maybe we should show you. It’s on the ship.”

**

As they walked across the field toward the giant, flaccid dick/ship, Carly explained that the earth had gone through many, many mass extinctions over millions or even Ankara escort bayan billions of years. She explained in the entire universe they never found any other evidence of life and that maybe timing had something to do with it as the Universe is really, really big out there, and in the scheme of things 275 million years is not that big of a deal. “So, we have since determined that we were the only human life that ever managed to get off of this Earth before everything died out. And it seems you are on the brink of disaster again, I might add. But don’t worry about it, it’s only natural. Planet Earth has had many lives.” She said this as she reached to open a hatch at the bottom of the right testicle. And she continued, as they stepped in.”The planet will die and re-populate in another 275 million years or so, and it’ll probably be peopled by a similar sorry lot of humanity as now,” she concluded.

“What’s that smell? Vanilla?” Paige asked.

To John, the hallway smelled of Talcum powder, and something else. He was still very hard, and it was becoming quite uncomfortable.

Carly continued. “We are below the main deck. We call this ‘The Glans-room.’ I don’t really know why… And this is what you may be able to help with.” And gesturing grandly, she presented a capsule about the size of a Frigidaire laying on its side. It was white, and had chrome handles. John inspected it. “A fridge?” He asked.

Carly became a little more animated, more animated than John or Karen had seen previously.

Paige too was perplexed and a bit rattled and surprised because the flame between her legs was now thrumming madly, and she felt like she was on the very edge. She knew edging. She had been doing a lot of that these last few days.

“This, said Carly. “…is the ruination of our species. This species as it were. Human dot two-five. We managed to get away from this planet’s last extinction, only to have created one for ourselves. What this is called is a Pleasure Capsule. A scientist created it some millions of years back; said it beat the hell out of masturbation and marketed it. Now, they are in most every home. Buzz, show them.”

Buzz dutifully began removing his suit, placing the clothes neatly aside. When his jacket and shirt came off. Paige nearly swooned at his sculpted chest, and what with the intense tingling going on between her legs.

He removed his trousers after his shoes and socks, and was down to…. Tighty-whities? Paige marveled. She anticipated those coming off. Looking at the rest of him she was thinking, He must be sporting SOME kind of dick.

But alas. No.

Ashamedly, he dropped his drawers only to expose that he almost had no dick. None. It was about the size of your pinky-finger — from the last knuckle.

“NOW, do you see our problem?” Carly concluded.

“So…” John was thinking out loud here. “Because of the Pleasure Capsule working as well as it does, there is no need for real sex, and over time the reproduction began to wane, and… parts start falling off, and…”

“Yes, essentially.” Carly answered.

“And for you?” Paige asked, intrigued.

Carly gathered her thoughts. “I don’t know. We seem to have all the parts that are necessary.”

Buzz still stood nude. “Shall I demonstrate?”

“Why not.” Carly answered, as she too began to disrobe.

Buzz opened the capsule door and climbed in, shutting it behind him.

Soon, a slight moaning could be heard emanating from within.

Carly was magnificent. She stood before them, hands on her hips: pert little breasts, slender, with a flat tummy and hairless – but for the hair on her head.

Paige gaped. “You still shave down there?”

“Oh no. I didn’t think of that.” Carly said with a smile. No, over time we lost all of that. Under the arms too I guess.” She added, gesturing. “The only real hair remaining is on our heads now. Tell me, would you two mind participating in a little experiment?”

“I… I guess not.” They stammered.

“Would you two mind too much disrobing?” Carly asked.

She seemed very comfortable, John noted. “Do you wear clothes anymore?” He asked as he removed his lab coat.

“Only for the weather anymore. Nudity isn’t considered a thing?” Paige put in, as she too removed her lab coat. At first she was very self-conscious in removing her little pink bra. But then when John’s shorts were pushed down, and his hard organ popped out all throbbing out of control and veiny, she lost all sense of it.

She lost sense of anything — as did Carly who never dreamed of anything like it.

The moans from the capsule increased.

“Must be pretty good.” quipped John.

“Is it like that all the time?” Carly asked.

“Like what?”

“Big, and so hard like that?”

“Oh no.” He answered. “This only started happening as you two approached Earth.” With this, he gave it a thoughtful squeeze. It bobbed happily once he let go. “It doesn’t go down much at all these days.”

Paige was finally nude, and no less adorable and resplendent than Carly. “I noticed Escort Ankara that in the lab.” Paige said, “the bulge in your pants. And I have to admit I’ve had the same thing going on.”

“Really?” Asked Carly, glancing sideways at Paige. Then redirecting her attention at John, “Can I touch it?” She asked, approaching him with her hand outstretched toward his still-throbbing — and monster-sized by her standards — member.

Like I’m going to say, no. He thought. “Of course,” he choked.

She very gently wrapped her hand around, making a fist, then seemed to be testing its girth.

(Out comes Buzz. He opens the door all flushed and sighing). “Whew!” He said, and then his eyes fell on John. “Holy shit.” He exclaimed. “You wanna even try the Pleasure Capsule?”

John thought a moment. “Isn’t it addictive?” He asked this in a strained voice as Carly was still occupied with his member. She had knelt down and was inspecting it closely.

“It may not even be as good as the real thing. “Carly said. “We don’t know anymore.”

“I guess I can try it.” Though this was said sounding more like a question.

Buzz opened the door. “It’s pretty simple. Sensory deprivation, except for the start and stop button. which are nice and dimly lit.”

“Start and stop?” Asked John.

“Yes,” said Carly. He looked down as she was rubbing her face on his dick like a cat in heat.

Paige stood with her hands clasped in front at least to cover her aching nether region. It was pulsating as though it were a whole other universe of its own. And it was. “Try it John. I have to wonder if it is as good as the real thing.”

“Go ahead.” Carly said with some slight frustration in her voice as he pulled away, his cock swinging back and hitting her in the face as he departed toward the machine. “It won’t hurt you. It doesn’t even physically touch you.”

**

“We can watch what happens over here,” said Carly, as she made her way to a screen in the corner. “It doesn’t look dark to us, but to him it’s pretty much dark and silent.”

The three watched as John lay upon his back. His hard cock sticking straight up above. They saw him reach the switch and turn the thing on. His breathing increased, and his chest rose and fell, and he started bucking his hips back and forth. A microphone captured his moans which got louder and louder. Then he reached and hit the stop switch. His boner spasmed as he gripped the base of his cock attempting to hold off at least a little they guessed. Then assuming he had gained some control, he switched it back on and the process started all over again. However this time there would be no shutting it down.

He lay there on his back. It was delicious. It felt like every sense in his body was being teased. He stroked up and down lazily, then he felt it in his nuts as he let go.

At the monitor in the corner they watched and listened. This was something none of them had ever seen, even Paige, as she had been that devoted to her studies of astronomy and had not dedicated time to dick. John grunted, and muttered, “Oh God.” His body jerked as he jerked, and he produced more cum than the entire population of men back on Buzz’s and Carly’s planet.

“That’s the stuff.” Carly gleefully shouted.

Paige could hardly stand. She didn’t even have to do anything. She came too. Hard. She didn’t even have to diddle. It was like Christmas. It came anyway.

Buzz felt really bad about himself, but he knew it wasn’t his fault. Carly was nearly 900 years old and childless. He was only four hundred and like all the others in his generation had been born dickless as well as balless.

Wiping the sweat from her brow, Paige remarked, “You should bottle that stuff and take it home with you.”

Meanwhile, John had switched the machine on again until his boner was again raging. Once ready, he shut it off and climbed out. “That’s that’s pretty amazing.” He said. “Do you have a towel or something so I can clean up?”

“As good as the real thing?” Paige asked, mesmerized, as his member throbbed and twitched even while he was cleaning up.

“I don’t think so. It does draw it out, but something is missing. The connection just isn’t there. I think we should conduct a few more experiments. Do people still sleep in a bed?”

They soon found themselves up in a bedroom. It was very Earth-like — even 275 million years or so in the future.

“In this experiment,” John explained, “We’re going to see if the capsule can produce the same sensations as the real thing. Don’t worry. It’s research. Carly, have you had sex other than the cubicle?”

“Nope.” She said, as she climbed onto the bed on all fours.

Buzz and Paige watched as Dr. John kissed Carly on the mouth. It was a kiss like she’d never had. Then he nuzzled her neck, and continued to make love to her, as she had never been made love to before. Gently, between her legs, he positioned himself at her entrance. And ever so slowly he entered her.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He said in a soothing voice.

They watched in awe as he cupped her face in his hands and began moving in and out. On her face was first an expression of absolute shock of being filled, and then pleasure…And then there were moans and screams as she clawed at his back and came over and over again. John was unable to help himself and poured her full of his seed.

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Emily pulls the curtain behind her, practically in Nick’s face, but it’s ok, really, because he has his money and his tip and now it’s just the two of us.

The curtain is heavy enough to muffle the pounding of the music from the main floor. She guides me to the plush couch, where I sit down. She takes a couple of steps back. I try to be polite and focus on her deep brown eyes but my own eyes can’t avoid taking in the body standing before me.

She unzips her white boots and steps out of them, her bare feet petite against the dark carpet. She crosses her arms to pull the shoulder straps of her white teddy down, releasing her breasts, larger than her small frame might indicate, with small, dark nipples.

The one-piece drops to her feet and she takes a step forward. She pauses as I pull my pants down, releasing my rigid cock. Then she climbs onto my lap, straddles my thighs, takes my dick, and begins stroking it. Then, to my surprise, she guides it into her soft, warm pussy.

She whispers Ankara bayan escort into my ear, her Russian accent thick. “Don’t come inside, ok?” Then she lowers herself until I am completely inside her.

I’ve never been a strip joint guy. All through my marriage, though, every evening, just as I got off the highway a mile from home, the sign would be there, staring me in the face, tempting me: CHATTE. And then, in smaller letters: Gentlemen’s Club.

My first time there was the afternoon the judge dissolved my marriage.

“Yes…yes,” Emily whispers rhythmically as we fuck. Her arms are wrapped around my neck, her lips pressed against my ear. Our bodies push against each other in time, her pussy tight, wrapped around my hard cock.

I explore as much of her as I can with my fingers — her shoulders, her nipples, her smooth, soft belly, her ass, her feet. She responds by moaning softly at every touch. It’s probably an act, but I am lost in the moment.

Within Escort bayan Ankara a month of my first visit, I was a regular. Nick, the manager, would greet me with a handshake at the door; Candy, the bartender, would have my beer ready before I got to my seat; and a few of the girls would come and chat with me between dances. Vanessa, Diamond, usually Emily.

Emily was an older dancer, closer to my age than the other girls. She told me her real name, Anya. She was divorced and had a daughter who thought Anya had been a waitress for the past two decades until her husband broke the news to her as a parting gift.

I told her about my life, my job, my marriage, and its failure. If I had shared as much with my wife, I might have still been married.

I was uneasy, though. Emily worked a job where she HAD to listen and seem sympathetic.

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I didn’t realize Candy had heard. “She probably does,” she said. “She’s got feelings like everybody else.”

The next time I came in, today, I brought a fistful of money and asked Emily for the VIP room.

My hands are gripping Emily’s ass as I stroke into her. Her face and tits are flushed; her moans are getting more intense. I begin to pull her off me.

“No!”

“I’m about to cum.”

“Don’t worry,” she says, breathlessly, and comes down hard on my cock. I explode inside her, filling her, my cum and her juices overflowing and soaking me.

As she puts the one-piece back on, I see my come dripping from her onto the carpet.

She blushes. “I’m leaving now anyway. My shift is almost over. Are you going to have another drink?”

Ten minutes later, I am sitting at the bar drinking a Stella. I hardly recognize Emily as she comes out of the dressing room and steps up to me. I don’t know how to react. We’ve made love, but it’s part of the game here, isn’t it?

She embraces me. “I’ll see you later, ok?” I feel her hand slip into my pocket. Then she walks down the bar and out into the parking lot.

In my pocket is a folded sheet of paper. I pull it out, open it, and read.