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I can still remember the first time I set eyes on Sandra. I was a scruffy young man of twenty. She was a very sexy girl of 22. She came up to me as I was trying to kick start my somewhat temperamental Norton 750 Commando motorcycle. She said something about liking bikes. That was all I needed to hear. A hot looking brunette with big brown eyes in a pair of tight fitting jeans coming up to me and telling me she likes bikes. My life took a turn for the better in a heartbeat. It was as if I won the life lottery. We started dating. Concerts, bars and trips to the Jersey shore became the norm. I loved it. She loved it. Everything seemed perfect that summer of 1981.

Sandra had a real effect on one young man. Before I met Sandra I had never seemed to find the time for a real girlfriend type relationship. Oh, there were girls. But before Sandra my idea of a long-term relationship was anything over three hours. My motorcycle and my drinking buddies seemed to be the center of my life. But after meeting Sandra things changed. I actually put on a clean shirt when we went out. I started to really care about my appearance. A pair of jeans without holes was no longer considered getting ‘dressed up’. People noticed the change. There was one less guy at the bar drinking beer every night. My buddies missed me, but I didn’t care. They would just have to get on without me. I would rather be with Sandra.

Sandra and I seemed to really hit it off in more ways than one. There was rarely a lull in the conversation. We liked the same music, we liked the same food and we liked each other. Make that loved each other. One area where that came through was in the bedroom. We couldn’t seem to take our hands off each other. As the months wore on and the weather got colder, our love only seemed to heat up. We soon got our first apartment together and our first official business together as a couple was to christen every room in the place. If you know what I mean.

In the meantime I got a real job as a manager trainee at a local firm. My prospects seemed good. I was soon wearing a suit and tie to work. Our social events centered around places other than the local bar. It became obvious we were meant to be together, so it was no surprise when Sandra answered ‘yes’ to the question ‘will you marry me?’

Our wedding day was a joyous occasion to say the least. It was almost three years to the day since Sandra and I met. I was 23 and Sandra was 25. Our parents were all there and actually seemed proud of us. Everyone wished us the best for our future. Our future seemed so bright I had to wear shades. Sandra looked ravishing in her wedding gown and long train. It seemed the first page in fairy tale marriage.

Our honeymoon in Hawaii seems like only yesterday. I can still recall the way Sandra looked in her bikini on the beach with her perfect golden tan. Her figure made her look like she stepped out of a Playboy magazine. Those firm breasts and perky nipples straining against güvenilir bahis her bikini top practically brought tears to my eyes. Her firm thighs and the way the sun danced off the strands of her long dark hair made my crotch bulge as I sat on the beach blanket admiring my good fortune. Surely I was the luckiest man alive, ever. No man ever had it so good, and she was proud to be the one who made me feel that way. When we made love on our honeymoon, we were like two long time dance partners. Our every move intertwined with perfect grace and timing that only the closest of lovers could achieve. We came as one, and our embrace afterwards would surely last a lifetime.

When we returned home, reality soon set in. It was back to work for me and the job was keeping me working long hours. Sandra missed her period and it was no surprise when she found out she was pregnant with our first son, Austin. It was a joyous time and our love only seemed to get stronger. Sandra liked to exercise and it was not long after giving birth to Austin that she was able to regain her perfect figure. Less than a year later she was pregnant again, this time with our daughter, Brielle. It was decided that it best that Sandra quit her job and become a full time mom. Sandra was always a very active woman so this was a bit of a change. She soon adjusted. Sandra soon gave birth to our daughter. This time she did not lose the weight so easy. Neither one of us seemed to mind. Sandra did not get out as much since she quit working and I was too busy with the job to really notice or care. I was working long hours and Sandra was busy with two young children. It was soon decided we needed a real house for our growing family and Sandra found a nice place with a fenced in yard with the help of a friend of hers in the real estate business. We moved our new family in with little fanfare. Neither one of us seemed to even think about christening the place this time. I was back to work the next day and she was back to baby formula and Sesame Street.

When the kids got a little older and started school, it was decided that Sandra would take a part time clerical position at the local hospital to keep her busy during the day. By now I was middle management and would often travel. When I returned home it was nice to see Sandra but I was always so exhausted from traveling and climbing the corporate ladder and she was so exhausted from work and caring for two kids that when we kissed at night we were soon in a deep sleep. I couldn’t tell you the last time we made love. Neither of us seemed to care.

By the time the kids were in high school I was a successful manager at my job. Just in my early 40’s, I now had a corner office and my own secretary. Barbara was a sweet young girl whom I had picked from the secretary pool. She had long dark hair and a perfect figure that reminded me so much of Sandra in the early days of our relationship. I could not help but notice her as she bent over the copier and türkçe bahis the open file cabinet drawer. Her blouse crept up revealing the small of her back and her butt was perfect, just the way Sandra’s was nearly twenty years earlier. Her perfect round breasts and perky nipples strained her tight blouse, just like Sandra years earlier. I often started to drift into erotic daydreams about Barbara, but I would stop myself. I reminded myself I was a married man. I was always faithful to Sandra. My wife and family would always come first. I worked long hours to give my family the best and nothing would ever come in the way of that. But, I had to admit, Barbara sure looked good.

A few years later something seemed to change in Sandra. As she got into her late 40’s she started going through her changes. She started getting hot flashes and had odd feelings. Mysteriously, to me at least, she seemed to regain her interest in sex. In a fairly big way. Her doctor told her this is normal for some women. I was not ready for it.

The kids by now had just started college. I was still working quite a bit but not as late as I once was. We no longer needed a sitter when we wanted to go out. Sandra wanted to enjoy this newfound time and I agreed. We started going out more than we had since we were single. We went out to dinner at least twice a week and the movies every weekend. I had no problem with this. What I was not ready for was Sandra’s renewed sex drive.

One night we came home from the movies and settled in front of the TV. Sandra started playing with my hair and giving me kisses. It felt real good. We held hands and each other, making out like we have not done in years. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom playfully. We started to undress each other with a zeal not encountered since our dating days. Then reality set in. I had not really looked at my wife naked in some time. I mean really looked. She had changed over the years and not for the better. Those once perky breasts now sagged. Those tight thighs were now wrinkled. I was no longer turned on by the sight of my wife naked and I was horrified by the thought.

I started to think. What was wrong with me? It had to be me, right? She was still the same woman I had married nearly 25 years ago. So what she had gained a lot of weight and her body suffered the effects of age and gravity. She had bore my two children. What more could I have asked of one human being? I was no longer the young stud I once was either. I felt so ashamed. I turned away.

“What’s wrong?” Sandra asked in a concerned voice.

“Ah, nothing baby.” I was lying through my teeth to my own wife, “Just been working too hard.”

We went to bed early that night and Sandra cuddled with me. Monday morning I returned to work and immersed myself in my job more than usual. The week seemed to pass quickly. Barbara was her perky young self. I tried not to notice. I had other things on my mind.

“Can I get you anything, güvenilir bahis siteleri Mr. Walters?”

“No Barbara, I’m fine.”

Lying to my wife and now my secretary.

The weekend came and Sandra and I had a wonderful dinner at a new French restaurant in the next town. The meal was wonderful and the ambiance superb. We shared a wonderful bottle of wine the wine steward had recommended. We stopped for coffee afterwards at a small cafe we used to frequent in our younger days. It was a wonderful evening. We went home in great spirits and got into more comfortable clothes and sat in front of the TV in the family room. Once again, it seemed history repeated itself as Sandra started to run her fingers through my hair. She stroked my forearms and massaged my body. She led me into the bedroom by my hand. I couldn’t resist my own wife. This is the woman I had married and said vows to nearly 25 years ago.

We got onto the bed and undressed each other. Slowly we took turns removing each other’s clothing. As sensual as her touch was, I just was not getting aroused. My mind started to wander from the woman I loved so much. I started to think about my secretary Barbara. As I removed Sandra’s blouse and bra, I imagined it was Barbara. I imagined those fifty-year-old sagging breasts were the perky breasts of my 25-year-old secretary. My God, what am I doing? As I removed Sandra’s sweat pants I imagined those flabby thighs were the perfect tight thighs of my secretary. God, please forgive me. I imagined that big butt of my wife was the perfect butt of Barbara. I felt so guilty I wanted God to strike me now, but something happened. I became extremely aroused.

I kissed my wife passionately imagining it was Barbara. I fondled my wife’s breasts all the time imagining they belonged to my secretary. I went down on my wife imagining my head was surrounded by the perfect thighs of Barbara. My wife writhed in ecstasy as I worked my tongue into what I imagined was a 25-year-old tight mound of womanhood. My stiff cock tickled what I imagined Barbara’s pussy to look like and as I thrust it in, I imagined my secretary spread out on my bed, her perky nipples reaching for the sky. As I continued my thrusting, I imagined those perfect round breasts shaking in my face. I felt like screaming ‘Cum on Barbara!’ but I had enough good sense left. I screwed my wife like a teenager doing it to a girl for the first time, and in a sense it was the first time for me. The first time I made love to Barbara in my mind.

When it was over Sandra and I embraced on the bed for a long time. Neither of us spoke for some time.

“You were amazing honey,” she cooed, “Just like the old days. Wow.”

Wow, I thought. I got up and went into the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of Wild Turkey and sat there in silence with the lights off. Sandra came into the kitchen about ten minutes later.

“What’s going on with my stud of a husband?” She said jokingly.

“Oh nothing.” I answered, “Just thinking about how good it felt to make love to my wife.”

She just looked at me lovingly and smiled. I just looked back at her and raised my glass.

“Cheers.” I said.

She just smiled and giggled.

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If you haven’t read Chapter One, give it a go first. To sum up, we now live in a world where women don’t get pregnant. Tim and his sister are on an international team to solve this problem. Oh, and everyone fucks the moment they get the urge. Nature has evolved. Or devolved?

I’ve decided to add a few more chapters (they’re more like vignettes) to this and I’ll probably go back and clean up the first chapter, as well. This is a short one. Hope you enjoy.

*****

The Event – Chapter Two

A few hours later, I was on a plane headed to London, pumping my stiff cock into my sister’s face. Not having seen her for so long, we were still catching up when the urge hit me. Cindy, my sister, being the closest girl to me when the need arose, became the autonomous choice. Besides, Janine was currently servicing the male flight attendant a few rows up.

“I’m sorry about this, Cindy. I realize it’s awkward and we didn’t want to find ourselves in this situation again…”

Cindy was furiously sucking my cock. Regardless of our family bonds, she had notable oral skills, swirling her tongue rapidly across my shaft, mixed with taking it all in deeply into her throat. She paused for a moment.

“It’s okay, Tim. Now that we’ll likely be spending more time together, it’s bound to happen. Besides, the first time really wasn’t so bad. Maybe shocking, but not bad. göztepe escort You filled my pussy more than anyone I’ve experienced since this whole crazy thing started. Anyway, it felt good with all that hot sperm inside me.”

Months ago, my team hypothesized that most women may actually enjoy these random sexual encounters more than the men who initiated them. This, we thought, was a result of being nature’s call to inseminate them, to induce a pregnancy. However, it wasn’t really a tested theory as many women claimed they didn’t enjoy it, even if they did find it to be acceptable behavior.

“Will you fuck me, facing me this time?” Cindy asked, as she felt me getting closer to climaxing. “I’d like to watch it happen.”

The request was unexpected, yet I was happy to oblige and got up from my seat. Cindy sat where I had been and spread her legs. I slowly made my way in while she watched it fill her pussy. I hadn’t seen my sister smiling this much in years. She was always the “serious” one in the family.

“I like that,” she said.

It was unusual to get compliments when fucking anyone other than one’s significant other, much less from a sibling. Of course, due to The Event, though in-family sex had become rather common, it was still kind of balked at by many people.

Cindy’s tits were gliding up and down as I pumped her, and she leaned back further into kartal escort the couch.

“Well, Cindy, I am happy to see that you are okay with this. Thrilled to have you working on the team, too, but you should know we’ll probably be splitting up when we touch down. I need you to help with travel logistics for these groups that we’ll be taking back.”

“What? No! I already told you after mom left that I have an agenda already planned. I can’t commit to anything at this moment.”

I paced the fucking down a notch, allowing my shaft to ease all the way in, then slowly back, repeating the motions.

“Cindy, I know you’ll be knee-deep in the books soon. I just want you to help with the first launch. I think it would be helpful to you in understanding how money is spent on the ground for this project.”

Cindy began pushing back against my cock and in beautiful synchronous motions, we began rising in climax together.

“Tim, you’re going to have to find someone else. I know I’m brand new, but you seriously have no overhead management in place. That, coupled with a sketchy budget plan, is going to keep me busy.”

It wasn’t unusual for siblings to argue with one another, especially in regards to splitting up chores. Cindy and I bickered all the time growing up. It was just strange that we were bickering now when I was enjoying the sex, while also being so annoyed maltepe escort by her stubborn behavior.

“Oh Tim, you fuck so good. Your cock is so good.”

Audible flattery from women was very rare. I wondered if the incestuous act added to Cindy’s attraction to it. I had to admit, my sister’s pussy felt amazing, tight and responsive.

“You cum in me, Timmy. I can’t wait for you to fill me up!”

Her request sent me reeling over the edge and thick, hot goo erupted from my cock. I could feel it washing the walls of my sister’s pussy and that only made me hornier. It felt as if I could push out double or triple the load. We were soaked when I finally pulled out.

“Oh, my,” said Cindy. “Uh, that was something.”

“Yeah, well, I would say so,” interjected Janine. “Guys, that was really hot. Steve and I watched the whole thing after we had finished.”

Cindy blushed deep red and I tried to quell the atmosphere “Okay, guys. We need to get to work. We have a big press conference tomorrow. We’re to meet with the Interior Secretary and the Prime Minister just before it begins, too. I want all our ducks in a row by the time we meet them. Am I clear?”

I looked down at my sister. “Fine,” I said. “You can hit the financials now, but I want you to volunteer on the groundwork at least once in the first three months. It’s imperative you understand how money flows at the bottom. I can’t imagine you could do as effective a job without that experience.”

“I agree with you, Tim,” said Janine, rising up. She was still naked, cum leaking down her inner thigh. “It’s a deal. In the meantime, let’s get prepped for tomorrow.”

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I was on my way over to the local shop when I saw two girls I used to go to school with sitting across the road. I decided i would go and speak to them. I shouted to them,

“Hey, how are you?”

It was Abby who replied first.

“I’m really good thanks, a bit bored though, how about you?”

I sat down next to her and Fiona and said

“Yeah I’m fine, just been sunbathing and having a swim in the pool. If you’re bored why don’t you come over, have a swim.”

It was Fiona who spoke now, “yeah that sounds like fun, just give us a wee while to get our stuff ready.”

Abby smiled as they walked off, I headed back over to my house totally forgetting what I had been going to the shop for. When I got home I gave the house a quick tidy and made my bed, I tried to make it a bit respectable. After about half an hour I heard a knock at the door. When I opened the door I just stared in awe at the beautiful women before me and invited them in. Abby has medium length brown hair, quite small tits, a good ass and is about five foot six. She had on a tiny miniskirt, a pair of sandals and a skimpy t-shirt that tried it’s hardest to accentuate her tiny breasts. Fiona has long blonde hair, is about five foot eight, also has small breasts but bigger slightly than Abby’s and a really small but firmly kartal escort rounded ass. She was wearing a pair of denim hot pants, a pair of trainers and a loose fitting white shirt. They had a bag with them.

“Hey you look … great, just follow me.”

We lay on the loungers for a while and talked about what we were all doing and who we liked, the usual shit. Abby rolled over on to her front and said,

“Hey Fiona, could you put some lotion on my back please?”

“Yeah no problem.” replied Fiona.

Fiona got up and walked over to where Abby was lying. She sat on Abby’s ass, legs astride her. She undid Abby’s bikini top and squirted some lotion into her hands. She slowly rubbed it in, I could tell they were both enjoying this by the smiles they both had on their faces.

“There how’s that, now who’s going to do mine?” Asked Fiona.

“Well I think it’s your turn.” Abby winked at me as she said this.

I got up and went over to sit down beside Fiona on the lounger. Fiona was lying on her front as well, I couldn’t help looking at her beautiful ass. I removed her bikini top and rubbed some lotion into her back. I ran my hands slowly along her sides gently massaging the sides of her tits. I moved my hands down to the small of her back and slowly massaged the lotion pendik escort into the small of her back. I continued to move slowly down until I reached the elastic of her bikini bottoms. I desperately wanted to keep going but I resisted for now.

“How was that then?” I asked hoping she didn’t mind me touching her tit.

She smiled and said,

“That was excellent.”

I got back up and went and lay down. Everyone went silent as the heat took it’s toll on us.

About an hour later Abby sat up, her tit’s sitting pertly in front of her, and asked.

“I’m getting too hot, is it okay if I go inside and have a lie down?”

“Yeah that’s fine, I’ll show you where to go.” I got up and followed her inside. I led her upstairs towards my bedroom. When we got there she lay down on the bed. I was just walking away when she asked.

“You’re not going to leave me here alone are you?”

“What about Fiona?” Was my reply.

“She’ll be fine, she’s asleep.” She answered.

With that I pulled Abby towards me and kissed her passionately our tongues exploring each others mouths and our hands exploring each others bodies. We lay down on my bed together and I took of her bikini bottoms. I ran my tongue over her body, down past her belly button, down to her shaved pussy. kurtköy escort I ran my finger lightly over her lips before licking them. I feasted on her beautiful pussy, lapping at it like a thirsty dog. I sucked on her enlarged clit and licked it as vigorously as I could manage until my mouth was flooded with her beautiful pussy juice. She almost screamed as her body was wracked with pleasure. I kissed her again, she kissed all round my mouth trying to suck up all her juices.

“Now it’s your turn.” She said as she got up a few minutes later. She kissed my chest as she removed my shorts. She took my dick in her hands and gently masturbated me. She ran her tongue over the whole length of my shaft before taking the whole thing in her mouth. After a few minutes I stopped her, I was rock hard and ready to fuck. She positioned herself above my waiting cock and slowly lowered her wet pussy down onto me. With every downward push she made I thrust upwards with my cock. We were both moaning and grunting with pleasure. She rode me harder and harder, ramming her pussy down and after about five minutes I shot my load inside her, the feeling of me cumming sent her over the edge as well and she orgasmed for the second time. We both collapsed on the bed.

“Damn.” Was all I could manage to say.

After fifteen minutes, I got up.

“I’m just going to check on Fiona.”

I headed back downstairs and out to the garden.

“You okay?” I asked her as I walked towards her.

I’ll finish the rest of this story later, for now that’s all your getting!

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“What the hell are you doing here?” I just blurted it out, right in the middle of the Three Cups Restaurant in the Village as I stood in line to pay my bill. Steve Northmount, an old friend of mine from high school, was finishing up a business dinner with a client.

“Steve…I thought you’d ever went east of the Rocky Mountains..what gives?”

A multi-millionaire dollar contract that’s what…”

“Oh I peered over at his table for his omnipresent wife. “Where’s Becca?”

“Back home..she hates leaving Cali. You know how she is.”

In typical brusque style, Steve took the bill out of my hand. “I’ll get that.”

“I’m staying at a friend’s house on the island. He and his wife are in France for the summer. Let’s go back there.”

He said it abruptly as no-nonsense as one of his merger deals. And I knew he didn’t wanna discuss business. He drove me to Long Island in his rented Mercedes.

“You’re like a man who only dates bimbos. You only sleep with good-looking morons. Have you ever had sex with a man who was your intellectual equal?”

Only Steve could say it so bluntly. He was right though, and I felt like a superficial idiot.

You make me so warm inside come here he leaned over and kissed me on my lips gently playing with me – a long, sensuous kiss

“You should fuck your equal for once.” He whispered. He unbuttoned my blouse and laid me against the pillows he had propped up.

“May I?” He tugged at the small white patch of satin that doubled as my underwear.

“Yes.” He pulled down my g string.

“Kneel up against the headboard.” He commanded.

“You can’t waste this anymore. This body, this energy of yours. Don’t cast your pearls before swine anymore. Don’t do it anymore. You’re too good.”

“Did you ever fantasize about me?” I whispered.

“A few times,” he answered, “when I was alone in the house.” I thought about your ass – how shapely and beautiful it is – how I wanted to” A shudder pendik escort bayan welled up in his chest. “Worship it.”

“So you’re an ass man”, I giggled.

“And have you fantasized about me?” He slid a long skinny finger along my shoulder and down my breast, absentmindedly flicking at my nipple as I spoke.

“For the longest time I never thought about you in a sexual way. But a few weeks ago, when Jay and I had dinner with you in Santa Barbara, I watched you. I really listened to you instead of being charmed by Jay.” In the candlelight his face, which could look so harsh in the daylight, was as vibrant as it had been when we first met as teen-agers. He gently guided me over his knees. He kissed the curve of back met my ass. Then spanked me.

“You can do whatever makes you happy.” I assured him. “I have condoms and lube in my purse.”

“You’re always prepared, aren’t you? I never think to bring condoms. Not that I would need them.”

I slipped one out of my purse.

I knew he resented using them. He had been loyal to Becca for so long, he probably hadn’t seen a condom since high school.

“If Jay is any indication, of where you’ve been, we might need to use two of these,” He mumbled as I slipped the condom out of the package.

“I’m sorry if I don’t met your standards, Mr. Perfect…”

“Don’t get pissy, okay – sshhh,” The heated exchange just made him grow harder in my hand.

I fingered his cock and kissed it before sliding on the condom. He put his arms around me and enveloped me with his tight warm body, then nuzzled my neck like a lovestruck teen-ager. The gentleness of his touch amazed me; just the press of his skin against mine made my pussy moist. Where other men had to manipulate me with fingers and vibrators and huge cocks, he only needed to touch any random part of my body to arouse me.

He transformed into the primal teenage Steve I had known, the same exuberant boy I remembered ataşehir escort from high school photos. That’s what he looked like as he took me from behind.

It felt so good to welcome him inside my pussy. His measured breath on my neck and in my ear, along with his insistent finger in my pussy, rendered me speechless. “Kneel down, it’s time,” gently he pushed his cock in my pussy “Ohh, that feels so good.” It felt even better when I looked back and watched who was doing it. I had always known that he had stockpiled his dirtiest fantasies for the one night we finally got together. He channeled years of dormant desire into my body, not in a reckless or hurtful way. He was slow, savoring. He knew, as I did, that nothing we consummated in this borrowed bed could be repeated, much less mentioned to anyone else. We fucked for what seemed like an hour, neither one of us in a hurry for orgasm. The feeling of hard cock and velvet pussy was enough to sustain us for awhile. When he came it was natural sweet, not labored at all. We fell asleep quietly and when I awoke, he had slipped another condom on a new erection. “Your ass is mine.” He whispered. But it was not a threat.

Steve took the small bottles that I had put on the nightstand. The cold squirt of lube filtered into my ass, followed by warm baby oil. Then he slid his fingers in one, then two then three with his other hand he rubbed my ass cheek. “Are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready for you for a long time.” I purred.

When he eased it in, so gently at first, I thought I would faint from merely watching his angry red cock slowly sink inside me. It glimmered with warm oil as he got a rhythm going. His hands dug hard into my ass cheeks. Gripped by indescribable pleasure, I winced as he entered, then eased into the devilish cadence. All the supposed “bad” boys I had been with had never fucked me so ravenously. There was something to be said for waiting to execute a lustful obsession. kadıköy escort We had greased the inside of my ass with so much baby oil and lube that his cock glistened more each time it dipped out of the hole. When he plunged it back in, the squelchy sound of the oil and lube, and the way it dripped over my ass and his cock, heightened the sensation. When he spurted his cum straight on my crack, I could barely control myself. I had never experienced such unbearable carnal joy. Steve fell back on the bed. “Even better than I imagined. ” He laughed and slapped my buns for good measure. “Your ass is mine.”

“You bet. So you’re a nasty boy after all.” I complemented him.

We hardly had time to recover when his cell phone rang. He grabbed it and disappeared into the foyer. That’s when I knew it was over. I could barely walk but somehow I made it to the bathroom and showered. When I came out, he had left a note on the bed. “Have a meeting in Manhattan – I’ll shower in the other bathroom and meet you outside.”

I finished quickly and rushed outside, remembering what Steve was like when his work beckoned. He stood by the Mercedes. “Got to be on Wall Street by ten o clock. You live in Tribeca, right? I’ll drop you off.”

“Are you all right? I didn’t make your beautiful ass too sore, did I?” He said.

“I’m fine.” We kissed until he pulled away from me. “It’s a really important meeting. A contract with a construction company in Miami.”

Thirty minutes later we were at the front door of my apartment building.

“Thank you for making my fantasy come true.” He kissed me and very gently, reverently patted my ass. I was not wearing underwear beneath my sheer pink dress.

“I’ll call you before I leave New York – Just don’t do something idiotic like ask for an encore.” He said.

“I’m not that dim-witted.” I shot back.

“You weren’t supposed to agree with me,” Steve said, looking a little hurt.

As he slipped away, into his Mercedes, melancholy washed over me. He had morphed back into Mr. Northmount , the quick to anger, world-conquering businessman and once again, I was Lorilei, the free-spirited, platonic female friend he didn’t take seriously.

Amazing how daylight changes things.

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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The Dungeon of the Twins

“I think it’s high time you were introduced to ‘Dungeon Night’, my little goat…”

Kyle smirked as he led Grayscale down the steps into the basement that he had not even known was there, the wooden boards ringing out hollowly with each and every fall of his cloven hooves. It may have been less intimidating if they hadn’t made such a noise, but he tugged anxiously at his mesh vest all the same, the light blue material stretched luxuriously taut over his nipples and light muscle, leaving absolutely nothing at all to the imagination. A floating skirt and long, mesh thigh-highs completed the ensemble, his bare hooves devoid of any covering at all.

Grayscale shivered. He was just as he was and that was all he had to be. He didn’t have to be anything else with the twins and that was the beauty and real enjoyment of his fun with them. It was a rare pleasure in life to have for his own, after all, and one that he would have been exceptionally loathe to give up if the time ever came. He sincerely hoped it would never come to that and, if the twins were anything to go by, the kinky pair were going to keep him around for a good, long time.

The basement at the bottom of the stairs held no lighting, only a single, white spotlight in which Kylie knelt, her eyelids lowered seductively in such a way that his heart leapt and pound and turned over, desperate for her attention after all else.

“Oh…”

She grinned, casting him a particularly sly look. It wasn’t often that he was that dumbstruck that he couldn’t get out more than the breathiest of moans, suited to his fine, delicate body.

“So, Grayscale… Do you think you’re up for something a little kinkier?”

Fluttering her eyelashes, Kylie blew him a kiss, the very tip of her pure white tail flicking back and forth. But he was not at all put at ease by the look she’d given him a hundred times or more, one experiencing blurring into the blissful next one, shivering as he slunk back, only to find the door already closed on the heels of his hooves.

Trapped… But pleasantly so. His heart leapt into his mouth and he made a judder with his head that was neither a nod nor a shake but something in-between that meant nothing at all.

“I… Um…”

Words! Why didn’t any words come to his lips when he so very much needed them the most? He didn’t know what they could have planned but, oh, how he wanted to see just what they had in mind for him. He wasn’t sure just how far he’d allow himself to be pushed but anything and everything was up for debate.

They didn’t allow him to see just what was in the dungeon, a blindfold slapped over his eyes and tightened to the point it tucked beneath his horns, secured in place in such a way ataşehir escort that he, most likely, wouldn’t even be able to rub it off if he tried.

But he could not even be frightened as he was hauled and manacled to a table, ears pricking to the musical tinkle of chains as Kyle used his bodyweight to hold him down – not that the goat was struggling at all – while Kylie had the honour of locking the manacles and tightening the chains. His arms and legs were pulled out until he was spread-eagled, the skirt easily flipped up to expose his periwinkle blue underwear, a strange cross of briefs that could have been taken for either male or female depending on one’s interpretation. It was good to be just a little bit mysterious like that but he mostly wore them because they accentuated his backside and balls in just the right way and for no reason more than that.

Above him, the twins moved, lights flicking on as a warm glow cast over his skin and fur.

“Isn’t he cute?”

“He’s here just for us?”

“How far can we…?”

“Let us see…”

The goat whimpered and twisted from one side to the other yet only came up short against the chains and manacles as they tightened further, keeping him spread out for their attention. His underwear was tugged down beneath his balls, pushing them up like little furry orbs to be pleased and, if he was luckily unlucky, abused.

Gulping, Grayscale moaned and shook his head, cock hardening as it tried to flush full with blood – but it was halted by a hard, masculine paw closing around his balls, digging into the neck of his sack as he gasped and whimpered. There was no pain but the message was clear, submission battling with arousal as he tried, desperately, to obey at all costs.

The twins would look after him…wouldn’t they?

“Ah-ah,” Kylie murmured. “Don’t want this getting too hard now, do we?”

No? Grayscale’s heart hammered. Why not? Why was that? Had he done something wrong?

But it was not something he’d done wrong at all but something he had, in fact, done very, very right. For the next clink of metal that he heard was in the joints slipping over his half-hard cock, although it would not be able to grow any harder than it was already. The goat shuddered and tried to recoil (although it was more than a bodily reaction than anything else in his own mind) but it was too late to say anything as something solid and cold slipped up to the base of his cock. Pre-cum drooled and slickened the tip further, cold metal icy against his shaft, the goat trembling beneath them even as it locked into place, another ring around the neck of his sack to separate his balls neatly without cutting them off from stimulation.

“There now,” Kylie murmured. “That’s much better.”

“Something you won’t ever see on me, Goatie… That’s for little submissive goats like you.”

And he didn’t even have to ask what was on his shaft, having played with similar before, even if in a less kinky environment. His heart hammered, sweat dampening patches beneath his arms and down bostancı escort bayan the lines of his sides, but everything that needed to be exposed was already exposed, though in a far more vulnerable, sensual yet still carnal way than he could have ever known was possible.

“This isn’t going to come off in a hurry, little goat,” Kylie giggled, her paw clearly over her lips for how muffled her words came out. “A nice, heavy weight around them, pulling your nuts down… You’ll always remember it’s there.”

It was impossible not to think about how heavy it was, the cage far more restrictive than anything plastic that he had played with in the past – but those cock cages had always come off at the end of a session for a tumultuous climax. They’d never stayed on longer than that! He opened and closed his mouth in a soundless cry, blinking rapidly as the blindfold was whipped off without any notice whatsoever, allowing him to see their kinky dungeon (for it could no longer sensibly be called a basement) in all its glory.

Black and icy blue. They’d gone for a non-traditional colour that set off the white of their fur, grins matching each one another perfectly. And everything anyone could have ever wanted, seemingly, was in that dungeon, sex toys lining the walls in illuminated cabinets and all manner of bondage equipment, including a spanking bench in black leather and many lengths of silken rope, that he could have ever dreamed of trying out. But what was most noticeable, as he craned his head down to see past his own body and the slightly puffy skirt, was the cock cage locked onto him, his shaft so close and yet so hopelessly out of reach of the orgasm that was already clawing anxiously at the back of his mind.

Groaning, he rolled his head from one shoulder to the other, although there was nothing luxurious about the motion as he panted heavily, struggling for breath that would not come easily. Kylie unlocked his manacles and helped him off the table – perhaps they had thought he would run if they didn’t bind him first? – the goat shaking even as Kyle stepped up with his cock already hard and wanton. Swallowing hard, Grayscale shuddered, although he could not take a step back with Kylie right there with her paws on his shoulders, bearing him down and down and down to the floor.

“Start sucking, locked up goat,” she giggled mockingly, the scent of her arousal hanging heavily around them. “It’s about time you proved your worth to us.”

And it shouldn’t have turned him on so but the goat could not have denied it, groaning and nodding as that cock loomed before him. It was just a cage, wasn’t it? And that wasn’t going to cause him any trouble as long as he… Oh…

As soon as Kyle’s cock brushed his lips, all became obvious, his own cock straining and pulsing against the cage as his own arousal grew. For he could not deny just how much he enjoyed pleasing the twins however they wished it of him, his heart tightening somewhere in the region of his throat as blood pounded through his body. The driving, searing pulse of ataşehir escort it was impossible to ignore as he moaned around Kyle’s cock, shoving his head down lustfully to take the entire length of fox-cock into his hungry, desperate little mouth.

“See… Now that’s what we’re looking for from you. So needy and desperate…”

Kyle smirked, pink tongue lashing out to flick against the side of his muzzle in a wet slap.

“You just needed to be pushed in the right direction, didn’t you, Grayscale? Although we shan’t be calling you much more of that.”

Gulping and swallowing around the fat cock straining his lips apart, Grayscale didn’t have much to say on that, although his little tail bobbed and wagged as if he was agreeing that that would be just fine by him. It was hard to think of anything else with his need rising – destined to go, of course, unfulfilled with such a device testing his limits, holding him back – and he suckled harder and harder, only to be yanked away without due ceremony. The goat yelped but was swiftly presented with the fox’s dripping pussy instead, her brother allowing his submissive twin to take control, if but for a short while.

“Yes…” Kylie groaned, head falling back as he buried his head between her legs. “That’s what I want… You all locked up and unable to get release while I get mine off you!”

Slowly, they slunk down to the floor, the vixen falling prey to her own lusts even as her brother buckled a collar around her neck, whimpering and grinding her hips up to their new pet’s muzzle as he brought her closer and closer to the edge of an electrifying climax. Kylie had no need to hold back and seemed to relish in her screams and moans as her juices soaked his muzzle, one climax seeming to roll into a swift second as the vixen twisted and tormented him, each squeeze of her legs making him want to thrust between them all the more.

And yet he could not. Not with the cage and most certainly not with Kyle, their dominant, looming over him, cutting the ever-imposing figure.

When she finally released his head from her thighs, he found Kyle grinning down at him, reaching for the goat as if to caress but only taking a firm, commanding grip on his head instead. Against himself, Grayscale shuddered and leaned into his touch, pre-cum dripping through the cock cage: as if he would have ever been able to deny his need and lust and sheer enjoyment of it anyway!

“I’ll be keeping this,” Kyle said, pocketing the key from the table, his other paw still on the back of the goat’s neck. “Now… Lick.”

A command did not need to be shouted to carry power and he cowered softly, nose turning obediently back to the femfur’s dripping pussy before his lips. Kylie’s folds welcomed him in and he moaned like the submissive slut he was as she wrapped her legs around him again, leaning back for his attention and his attention alone.

The Arctic fox behind him growled, cock pressing up under his tail. And, to his own surprise above everyone else’s, Grayscale shuddered and arched back into its touch, trying to get it inside him even as his cock pulsed and throbbed against the viciously restrictive bars of that accursed cage, the device that would become his greatest pleasure and his greatest horror in the days and weeks and months to come.

“You’re ours now.”

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The Closet: Part 5

A Tale of Unusual Depravity

Stephen recalled the first time he discovered the Closet — very excited by his unusual find, he had related the story to his older sister, Evelyn. He had come upon it purely by accident. He had returned home early from school and, seeing an unfamiliar car parked in their driveway, went through the house looking for the visitor.

He couldn’t see anyone around. Evie was supposed to go to a friend’s place for lunch but Mom was nowhere to be seen. The perplexed boy called out for his mother but was greeted with total silence until he passed his parents’ bedroom door through which he could hear muffled sounds.

Stevie cautiously turned the doorknob, which was unlocked, and peered into the room. He was taken aback with the scene inside. His mother was totally naked and kneeling on a settee which was positioned against the bedroom closet. A tumescent, purple-headed cock was sticking out of a hole in the Closet and his mother held it with both hands and sucked it greedily.

Although eighteen, the boy had never come across nor read about such a perverse sexual practice before. Mom obviously didn’t care about the identity of the man inside the Closet — all she wanted to do was to suck the huge cock and pleasure herself with it.

Stevie felt himself getting hard and undid his trousers to free his erect prick which he began stroking methodically; rubbing the oozing pre-cum all over the smooth crown and pulling down slowly on the thickly veined stalk. The dark ‘fleur-de-lis’ shaped birthmark on the head stood out starkly on the inflamed, red cap.

Mom was talking to the prick between sucks, cooing and spitting on it. Stevie just couldn’t get enough of his mother’s naked body – the alabaster white flesh with the sagging 38D titties whose pink tips grazed the cushions as she mouthed the nodding penis; the soft undulating belly, the tangled thatch of dark pubic hair and the over-large dimpled butt cheeks that trembled like jelly with her every move. Each and every delectable nook and cranny of his mother’s mature body was imprinted on the boy’s mind.

Both Stevie and his sister, Evie, enjoyed their sessions of voyeurism and incestuous sex while spying on their parent’s love-making.

“Jenny loves the taste of PurpleCock …soooo yummy and meaty! I think PurpleCock is ready now for Jenny’s hungry cunny…hold on …”

Stevie’s mother turned her back to the Closet and, sticking her ass up in the air, reached behind to position the cock at the entrance of her bushy cunt. With a loud squishing sound, she shoved her hips back – her butt slapped against the Closet door as her sopping wet pussy swallowed the entire nine inch length of engorged cock.

Moaning loudly with pleasure, Mom began grinding and milking the captive instrument with her vaginal muscles, working the bulging-veined stalk in and out furiously. Stevie could hear the groaning sounds increasing from inside the Closet.

“Now, PurpleCock, you must behave … don’t you dare cum inside Mommy’s cunt or anywhere else until I tell you to!”

Jenny took great pride in her ability to provide maximum pleasure to her sexual partners. She could make even her husband Mike cum at least twice in each of their sessions — which, she felt was quite an achievement because, in her opinion, Mike had a lower sex drive than the average male. The energetic full-bodied woman suddenly noticed that the bedroom door was ajar and she could see the barely hidden form of her son, Stevie, whose trousers were at his feet as he jerked his erect rod.

The lust-driven mother smiled and her movements became more animated. She cupped her hands around her large, hanging boobs and began to squeeze them, slowly raising them to her lips. Her tongue flicked out to jab one stiff pink nipple and then the other. She gradually took more and more of each breast into her mouth, chewing and sucking hard on the nipple just like her son, Stevie, did to her in her fantasies.

Mom’s fat buttocks kept slapping the Closet door, loud and fast. Stevie felt his cock growing bigger and thicker in his hand, he wished that it was his mother’s hand jerking him off instead of his own. He wondered how her nipples tasted; wishing that he could help his mother by chewing her nipples instead of her having to do it herself. A dark and jealous rage filled him at the helplessness of watching his mother pleasure herself with a faceless cock while her son, who could satisfy her needs better, just watched and jacked himself off.

” PurpleCock, I can feel you’re ready to cum … OK, now … fire off… pour your cream all over Mommy… yes … yes….oh, yessss!”

Mom had pulled the cock out of her cunt and held the swollen, livid member to her face. She grasped the spitting penis tightly, spraying the milky cum into her open mouth and all over her face and breasts. Her other hand massaged and stuffed busy fingers into her leaking pussy until she finally güvenilir bahis came with jerking, shuddering movements.

“Ohhhh my god…that was awesome, PurpleCock … come to Mamma, you darling fuck-tool…”

Stevie’s mother caressed her full lips, cheeks, eyelids and face with the now flaccid tube of meat. She whispered to it like a loving pet, with nibbling kisses and sucks until the instrument began rising once again.

“Good boy, are we ready now to do Mommy’s starving ass-hole?”

The inflamed, large organ nodded in agreement as Jenny positioned it against her puckered pink ass-hole.

Just as Stevie’s mother prepared to take the giant cock up her ass, his own pecker bucked and ejaculated thick ropes of white cum all over his hands and on the carpeted floor. His cry of pleasure was overheard by his mother who looked across the room and gazed into his eyes — conveying an unspoken message that “It’s OK… you can watch me, as I watch you … I want you just as much as you want me!”

Jenny smiled at her son and whispered, “Soon … very soon…” just before she took the impatient cock up her ass. The sex-obsessed mother ass-fucked the Closet cock for another 5 — 8 minutes before they came again. This time, Mommy took the cock out of her ass and popped it straight into her mouth, gulping down the entire load of cum. When she was done, Mom licked the cock-head clean and shiny, the only evidence of her greediness was the little overflow of cum that dribbled down the corners of her mouth and stuck to her chin.

Stevie had just finished telling his sister about the incident — they played with each other’s privates, arousing themselves as he narrated the story. Evie picked up her skirt and climbed onto her brother’s lap, facing him. She pushed her panties aside and took his erection up her tight, wet pussy. Brother and sister panted as she rode his cock with fevered urgency, her mouth pressed on his, sucking his tongue. It was over within seconds and Evie quickly dismounted and applied her mouth to her brother’s erupting cock, draining his vitality. She loved the bitter-sweet taste of his semen which tickled her tongue and her taste-buds as it washed down her throat. Her panties felt soggy with her own juices and she peeled them off and threw them at her brother’s face. She knew how much he enjoyed sucking her juices from her soiled undergarments.

While excited by their mother’s unusual sexual antics, both children were also disturbed at what they interpreted as her cheating on their father. They decided that Stevie should talk to Dad at the first opportunity and break the news to him as gently as he could.

That same evening, after dinner, Evie took Mom into the kitchen for some work, giving her brother a chance to talk to their father alone. Mike had sensed that there was something disturbing the children and when he heard his son’s cautious revelation, he laughed out loud with relief. Stevie was taken aback by his father’s response and listened quietly as the older Saunders explained to his son about the concept behind the Closet.

The boy had a sheepish smile on his face when his father informed him that the idea had been his mother’s and was intended as a cure for her nymphomania. He told him about how the process worked and the fact that while Mom could get fucked by a new cock every day, there was no risk of her forming attachments with the owner of the Closet cock.

Thanking his son for being concerned about his parents’ relationship, Mike asked, “But tell me, son, apart from your apprehension about your mother carrying out secret sexual liaisons without my knowledge, what did you think of your mother fucking the Closet cocks?”

“Well, Dad, to be honest, it really turned me on — made me jack off twice as I watched Mom using the cock to fuck herself – making herself as well as the Closet cock cum.”

“But..?” Mike could feel his son’s “but” coming.

“Dad, I don’t know how you will take this, but Mom really turns me on. I was really jealous of the Closet cock…”

“I know – you wish that it was your cock that your mother was sucking and fucking.”

“I guess I am really perverted…” the boy averted his father’s gaze and looked down at the floor.

“No, not really … your mother and I know that you and your sister have been having sex and watching us have sex too. I know that old-fashioned people call it incest and consider it a taboo. But your mother and I think it’s real love and absolutely OK. These days when families are drifting apart, we feel that incest builds stronger and deeper family bonds and lasting relationships. Did you tell your sister about your mother and the Closet?”

“Yes, Dad, I did.”

“What was her response?”

“To tell you the truth, it really turned us both on — we fucked as I told her about it. See, Dad, even now I’m getting hard just telling you and thinking about it.”

Stevie’s father smiled as his son unzipped his fly and his türkçe bahis erect penis sprung out. It was an inflamed red hue and the shiny head that bore the black birth-mark throbbed ominously.

The impressed father gave a low whistle of admiration, “Yes, son, I can see that your Mom’s sexual games have really turned you on.”

Mike cupped his son’s dangling balls, gently weighing them. His index finger rubbed the pre-cum droplets all over the rapidly thickening stalk. He wrapped his fingers around his son’s hot erection, slowly stroking.

Stevie thrust his hips forward, enjoying his father’s caresses and cautiously looked up to ask him, “So, Dad, you think it’s OK to want to fuck your mother?”

His father laughed softly, his hand pumped his son’s penis more rapidly, “You know something, son? Your Mom has wanted to fuck you too for a while. So, it’s not only OK to want to fuck your Mom but your Dad will help you to do it.”

“You see son, your Mom is dying to have sex with you but is afraid of the ‘I’ word — ‘Incest’ But your Dad will work that out, leave it to me.”

The indulgent father hugged his son lovingly, his strokes becoming brisker and more urgent. He popped the index finger of his other hand into his mouth to wet it before pushing his hand into the boy’s trousers, skimming down his smooth buttocks and ass crack to insert the first digit into his son’s tight ass-hole. As soon as the boy felt the painful yet exciting sensation of his father’s finger probing his ass-hole, he gasped loudly, “Dad, I’m cumming … oh… oh… oh…”

Mike squeezed out the last few drops of semen from his son’s shrinking cock into his hand. He noticed that that Stevie’s wails of pleasure had brought Jenny and their daughter rushing back into the room to see what was happening. Mother and daughter peered over his shoulder with interest at what father and son were engaged in. The pungent smell of fresh sperm and Mike’s wet hand gave it all away.

Stevie’s father had scooped up as much of his son’s copious semen into his hand as he could and held it up to his wife. Some of Stevie’s cum dripped onto the dining room floor.

The boy blushed profusely as he hurriedly pushed his penis back into his trousers, but both mother and daughter looked knowingly at each other and laughed out loud.

Evie put her arm around her ‘little’ brother and very soon it was inside his trousers, feeling his moist penis. She giggled and whispered into his ear asking how it felt getting a hand-job from their Dad. Stevie glared at his sister, his face turning an even brighter shade of red.

“Mike, why don’t you let me clean up your hand?”

Jenny grabbed hold of her husband’s hand and began sucking their son’s juices from his cupped palm and licking it off his fingers.

Later, Mike took his son aside and whispered his plan of action into his ear. Little Stevie’s smile grew wider as he listened closely as to how he could “have his Mommy’s cunny and eat it too — without her finding out that she was fucking her own son.”

The following day, both brother and sister came home early from school. Stevie had informed his sister about the plan that he and Dad had worked out. Since Evie did not know how Dad would react to her knowing about their scheme, she promised to keep out of sight until zero hour.

Their mother was not at home when the children arrived. Evie went up to her room and hid there, waiting and watching until her mother went to her bedroom.

Stevie’s father came home next and took the boy into their bedroom to prepare him for the Closet. He asked his son to disrobe totally and sit naked on his parent’s bed. Mike noticed that their son was already developing a fine, sinewy body and his penis, which was very large and thick for an eighteen year old, had already started rising in response to the erotic nature of the situation.

Mike brought his can of shaving foam which he sprayed on his son’s pelvic region, rubbing the foam thoroughly into his soft, white flesh. The depraved father took the opportunity to massage his son’s soft dangling balls and stroke the thickly veined penis until it stood proudly erect – hard and red. The dark birth-mark on the shiny crown was very pronounced. He then took his razor and expertly shaved off the wisps of downy pubic hair until Stevie’s crotch was smooth and shiny.

The proud father looked with admiration at his son’s magnificent erection and knew that Stevie’s mother too would be proud of their son’s wonderful tool. He briefed the boy about the rules of the Closet. His hands would be tied behind his back; his penis was the only part of him that was allowed to protrude outside the Closet; he was not to speak or say anything that would reveal his identity to his mother; and, only in case of an emergency could he be allowed to kick open the Closet door and free himself.

As a final touch, Mike dipped his fingers into a small vial of perfume gel and massaged it on his son’s güvenilir bahis siteleri tumescent dick, “OK, son, you’re ready. Now, I will give you one of your mother’s soiled panties to suck on — she has specially shoved the crotch inside her cum-filled cunt and also blended some of her pee in it to give you a unique flavor. She does this fresh — less than ten or fifteen minutes old. You will find that the taste and smell of Mom’s soiled panties along with your Closet fucking will give you an experience of arousal and excitement unlike any other. And, add to all this, the incest factor – that it is your dear mother who is fucking and sucking your cock, and you will have the most pleasurable sexual experience of your lifetime.”

Stevie’s Story:

I am sitting naked on Mom and Dad’s bed — I can see the stains of their love-making on the sheets. I wet my finger with my spit, rub it on the stains and put it in my mouth again. It tastes and smells like old piss and cum. My cock jerks up a few degrees. Dad notices this and remarks how excited I must be thinking about fucking Mom. I like the way my dick looks after Dad had shaved my crotch clean — my balls look bigger and so does my cock without the hair to hide them. I have a hard time stopping myself from cumming when Dad is rubbing the shaving foam on my cock and also later when he massages it with Mom’s perfume gel. I like it when Dad plays with my cock and balls — he knows exactly how to stroke the tool to give maximum pleasure –like doing long, slow strokes to work up the initial arousal and following it up with tighter, faster strokes of just the upper half of the crown to make me cum. All the time, he tickles the underside of my balls and fingers my ass-hole for extra excitement.

I am ready and Dad ties my hands behind my back while explaining the rules of the Closet to me. No talking to Mom and no physical contact except for my cock. Since only my cock would be exposed, Dad says that Mom will not know that it is me inside the Closet and so her fears about committing incest will not arise.

My cock is in a real state — it almost touches my tummy when it jerks up in response to new excitements — like the taste and smell of Mom’s soiled panties which Dad stuffs into my mouth as I enter the Closet.

Surprising how comfortable it is inside; a little dark, except for the light streaming in through the cock-hole, peephole and the air-con vents. My eyes quickly adjust to the darkness and I notice that there is a pull-on light cord for people who need extra light along with boxes of tissues and towels – although how anyone can use them with their hands tied behind their back is anybody’s guess. It is cozy here and smells of potpourri. I shove my penis through the slot in the door — it slips through easily with room to spare. The rim of the hole is smoothly rounded and edged with foam so as not to damage my prick.

I suck hard on the nylon fabric of Mom’s panties, the intimate taste of her cunny juice and piss is maddening. The thought that I am sucking on the fabric that, until a few minutes ago was wedged inside her cunt, is very exciting and my cock jerks a few times. The bedroom door opens and I see Mom enter – my cock bucks many more times with appreciation.

She is wearing a black fishnet lace bra that looks two sizes too small for her 38D tits which are overflowing the cups. The fishnet fabric is totally transparent and shows off Mom’s large pink areolas and her stiff pink nipples which poke out through the open tips. She wears a matching black lace garter belt and nylons that perfectly frame the dark V of her dense pubic bush. She has put on some mood music – a slow, sexy number to which she sways her hips back and forth in a vulgar humping motion. She twirls slowly and bends down to give me a look at her fabulous buttocks. Then, in one of the wickedest gestures that I have ever seen, Mom pushes aside one perfect butt cheek with her hand and shoves the middle finger of her other hand into her cunt; she briskly finger-fucks her wet, pink orifice and then inserts the second finger also inside. After both fingers are sopping wet with her pussy juice, she shoves the middle digit up her tightly puckered ass-hole.

I am moving my cock in and out of the Closet slot, rubbing it against the soft edges for friction. With her head down and ass up, Mom diddles her ass-hole and looks at my cock upside-down through the valley of her hanging boobs. She pulls her finger out of her ass and licks it, wrinkling her nose slightly at the taste and moves towards me. She pushes the settee up against the Closet door and climbs on it.

“Well, well, well, let’s see what we have here? Looks like a very young cock… and such yummy pre-cum… mmmmm…” Mom dips her finger into my pre-cum which is leaking out of my dick and licks it with relish.

“Mike is spoiling me with such lovely, fresh meat… ooooh… just look at you… such a fine, regal erection… so upright… princely and noble. Yes, that’s what I will call you, my little Prince-cock!”

The warmth of Mom’s breath on my dick makes it throb painfully. My balls feel constricted and tense as Mom’s nails scrape the sensitive underside of my stalk.

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It was a week since Margaret had broached the subject of our sex life, and since then it had been terrific. We had made love almost every day, just like when we first started sleeping together. Having two nearly grown up kids away at university helped that way too.

It was Saturday afternoon. Margaret was upstairs in the bathroom showering after a morning’s gardening and I was settling down in my favourite armchair to watch the cricket on television.

Margaret seemed to be taking longer than usual in the shower, but I was absorbed in the test match against the West Indies, and only registered that she had come down stairs when she stepped in front of the television. Wearing her tallest high heeled shoes, a cultured pearl necklace with matching earrings and a Swarovski crystal bracelet on each wrist.

And nothing else.

She had fully made up her face; scarlet lips, eye liner, eye shadow and a generous glow of blush on her cheeks. She rarely used makeup during the day, but the bright, exaggerated colours gave her face a wanton, tarty expression.

But it was not just her face that grabbed my attention.

It was also her bald pussy.

She must have shaved it in the shower and now she stood with her legs apart and her hips provocatively thrust forward to display her sex. Her outer lips were puffy at the best of times. She had to pick her swimsuits carefully to avoid displaying her camel toe, but the arousal of touching herself while shaving, and I suspected with a lot more than just the razer, had plumped them even more.

Licking her lips and grinning lasciviously, she reached down with her hands and splayed her inner lips, creating a gorgeous pink butterfly, and revealing the rose between. Then she turned round, bent over and reached behind. She pulled her buttocks wide apart and then adjusted her fingers to pull the labia apart with them.

“Take a good look, lover and tell me that you like what you see.”

“I love it,” I said as my cock stiffened. The cricket seemed suddenly unimportant.

Margaret stood up and turned around to face me, letting me drink in the full effect of her nudity. Her 38 inch C cup breasts rested comfortably against her chest and below them her trim belly, wide well-padded hips and a firm, rounded bottom which tapered into shapely legs. She was in her forties and had born me two children, but she kept herself in shape with yoga and exercise classes, and in extra high heels, with her tart-painted face and the parted, puffy lips of the bald sex she was flaunting at me, she was a vision of lust.

“Then turn down the sound and listen,” she commanded.

I reached for the remote.

“It’s a week since we had our little chat, and don’t get me wrong, the sex had been great since. But like I said before, I’m not going to let us get stuck back in a rut. So, for the next twenty fours you can have me as your plaything. You can ask me to do anything you want, and if it’s within reason I’ll do it. I’ll be your own personal sex toy. Same rules as we discussed though, you stop if I say so and you make me come so many times I lose count. Have we got a deal?”

“Deal,” I said. “Is that all you’re going to wear?”

“In the house, yes. I can’t exactly wear much less, I’ll probably lose the shoes when you take me to bed.”

“And if we go out?”

“Whatever you like, provided you don’t get me arrested for indecency.”

I picked up the remote again to turn off the television.

“I don’t mind if you want to watch some of the cricket,” she said, “provided you make it worthwhile for me. I’m happy to keel on the floor with my legs apart, or sit on your lap, or sit beside you provided that put those lovely hands of yours to good use on whatever part of my body you like. Just one thing though. I’m not going to have you use my holes to masturbate in while you watch the cricket, and then fall asleep on me. By tomorrow afternoon I expect to have a well fucked and sore vagina and a clit that’s been almost rubbed raw.”

“Tell you what,” I said. “How about we start like this. You kneel down here in front of me and I’ll practise some vaginal massage from the rear.” Her eyes gleamed with anticipation. “And every time the West Indies lose a wicket I’ll include two minutes of anal fingering.”

“Sounds good to me,” she said, adopting the position.

She had obviously been planning this since the morning as her pussy was sopping wet when I slid my fingers inside her, and she dropped her head and moaned deeply when I turned their attention onto her clit. She had her first orgasm before the first wicket fell and willingly allowed me to slide first one and then two fingers into her anus while I continued to strum her clit with the other. It made it difficult to watch the game but I had turned on the radio commentary and she climaxed a second time to the dulcet tones of Christopher Martin Jenkins announcing the fall of another wicket.

After which she said that she needed a break to stretch her legs.

And pee.

Which gave me an idea.

“I’m coming with you,” I said.

“Of course you are darling,” she replied, taking my hand and canlı bahis leading me to the downstairs toilet.

Where she sat on the seat and spread her legs, grinning wickedly.

“Oh my God,” I thought. “Not only am I going to watch, I’m going to play with her at the same time.”

I lowered my head and French kissed her, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth. With my left hand I stroked and pinched her already rubber hard nipples and with my right I spread her pussy lips, dipped my fingers into her love honey and started to gently strum her clit.

“Piss on my hand, lover,” I whispered, breaking the kiss and looking down at my fingers working around her slit.

I continued to stroke her and she closed her eyes and made an effort to relax. Then I felt the start of the stream burst from her pee-hole, and she breathed a heavy sigh as her bladder let go and her warm, sweet smelling urine flooded over my hand. I kept my two middle fingers inside her and cupped my palm over her pussy so she could feel her own urine flooding back over her bald pubic mound and down between her legs.

When the flow had stopped I held up my dripping hand and licked it. It tasted sweet with a hint of bitter saltiness. I stroked my fingertips over her lips and she opened her mouth and sucked them.

“You see what a whore I can be, tasting my own pee?” she said, reaching for the toilet tissue.

“Don’t do that I said,” reaching back down between her legs and rubbing my wet pee-dripping hand between her thighs and over her mound and lower belly. I rubbed gently until her skin had absorbed all the urine.

“I want you to stay like that for a while,” I said. “I want to be able to smell you.”

I took her hand and lead her back to the lounge. “Assume the position and wait there a minute.” I headed towards the kitchen.”

“What are you doing?”

“Getting a glass of water.” A big one, I managed to drink almost a litre. And I knew how I was going to use it.

Margaret was kneeling obediently in front of my chair when I flopped down in it. I sat forward and placed my hands on her buttocks with the thumbs close to the crack. Then I pulled them aside to expose her anus.

“Drop you head onto your arms on the floor and open your legs wider” I said. “I want to try and have peak inside your arse. And then I’m going to pull you cunt lips apart so I can have a good look inside your pussy.”

“Oh you nasty man,” she giggled. “Would you not find it easier if I was on my back? Then you could do it like my gyno does.”

“You look so sexy kneeling with your arse in the air that I’ll give this a go first.”

I placed my thumbs either side of her anus and eased them apart teasing open her dark, puckered ring.

“Help me out here Maragaret,” I said. “Push out.”

I stretched while she pushed, her arsehole crowning and then opening to reveal the dark tube of her rectum. It felt so nasty and yet so good to be able to play with her arse this way and I was very tempted to stick my tongue in it, but decided to leave that for another day. Instead I licked my middle and index fingers to lubricate them and placed them on the opening. She tensed momentarily and then relaxed as I gently pushed them in. I paused the tips just inside and gently pulled them sideways distending the opening. She wriggled her bottom and there was a brief intake of breath.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, you dirty man, don’t stop unless I tell you.”

I took her at her word and slid my fingers all the way in and then crooked and twisted them around, feeling the warm, smooth, inner surface of her rectum.

“I’m going to pull them out now. But stay where you are while I wash my hand.”

When I got back from the bathroom she had placed a pillow on the floor to rest her head and had reached around behind with both hands. She had her fingers hooked into her vagina and had pulled it open.

“There you go, thought I’d make it easier for you. Have a good look up your old wife’s cunt.”

It was such a shameless, wanton display. For a moment I thought of dropping my pants and fucking her, but I restrained myself.

“Tell you what Margaret, I’ll take you up on your last offer. Hop up on the dining table on your back, pretend you’re at the gyno and do what you’re doing now, open yourself as wide as you can.”

While she climbed onto the table and pulled her knees up I went to the kitchen and fetched a torch.

“Okay, stretch yourself as wide as you can and let me see what the dirty old doctor sees when he looks inside you.”

I bent down close to her pussy, smelling her arousal and the more pungent aroma of her pee. I watched the skin stretch as she pulled her hooked fingers apart, and shone the torch into her vagina. The inner lips were coated and dripping with her juices and through the gaping opening I could see up to her cervix.

“See anyone in there you know?” She called.

“There’s enough space in there to drive a bus, you slack old tart.”

“It’s your fault, all that cock you’ve stuffed into me over the years, not to mention your two kids that forced their way through it. Just be thankful bahis siteleri I go to yoga.”

I straightened up, leaned forward to kiss her on the mouth and told her to take her hands away. In their place I started to gently massage her vulva and breasts. “I love you Margaret, you’re the best sex toy I’ve ever had.”

“I bet you say that to all your whores. And how come you’re still dressed. I thought by now you’d have fucked me at least once.” She reached out with her hand and stroked my hard-on through my slacks.

“Here’s the plan,” I said. “You’re going to stay dressed like that and prepare and serve us dinner. I’m going to continue to play with whatever part of you takes my fancy. After it’s fully dark you’re going to drag out a dress, the black floral one that buttons down the front. Then you’re going to get into the car, just as you are and I’m going to drive to the office. I’ll drive straight into the car park. You can put the dress on in the car park and keep it on as we ride up in the elevator. You can take it off again once we’re in the office, and then you’re going to pose for some family snaps for the album, before I finally fuck you on the boardroom table. How does that sound.”

“If you can wait that long, heavenly.”

“Excellent. Now come with me to the bathroom. I gotta pee.”

I lead her upstairs to the shower and told her to take her shoes off and wait in it while I undressed and fetched some bath towels. Stepping into the shower I told her to squat down with her legs wide apart and her back resting against the wall. Then I stood directly in front of her, my erect and swollen cock pointing at her face.

She bobbed her head forward, stuck her tongue out, swirled it around the engorged, purple glans and then slipped her lips over it, sucking gently. I could feel her tongue probing my pee-hole.

“Oooohhhh, that is so good, darling,” I said, moaning.

“Would like me to suck you off?” She started stroking my shaft with one hand and caressing my balls with the other.”

It was so tempting, but I wanted to deny her my cock until she was desperate for it.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full. Stroke your clit with one hand and hold my cock in the other. Bend it down a little until it’s pointing at your chest. I don’t want to piss on your face and spoil your hair and make-up. Not today anyway.”

She gave my cock one last, loving suck, opened her mouth and did as instructed.

“Now hold it gently and just tickle my balls with your fingertips. Oh yes, that’s soooo good.

“I want you to frig that hot, wet, gaping pussy of yours and make yourself come,” I said, as her hand dived between her legs.

She moaned as she stabbed two fingers inside and started to fuck herself with them. I could see that she was already primed and ready; her face was flushed, beads of sweat had broken out on her on her brow, and she was arching her back and pushing her hips against her fingers. I concentrated on relaxing my urethra muscles, and as her moans came louder and faster, and as her hips started bucking, I felt the flow start and I breathed out as the firm stream of urine splashed onto her breasts and cascaded down over her belly and pussy.

She grunted and squealed with pleasure and then, when the shuddering had subsided, opened her eyes and stared up at me, holding my cock close to her breasts. “Piss on me lover, cover me in your hot, sweet piss.”

The flow stopped and she gently squeezed my cock to expel the last few drops.

“My God, that was so erotic,” she whispered. “Having an orgasm while my husband pissed on me. I can wait to give you the same pleasure.”

I held out my hands to help her back to her feet. Her torso and thighs were dripping with my pee and she reached for the shower taps, but I pushed her hands away. I pulled her to me and started to rub the urine into her skin, spreading it all over her breasts and stomach, and between her legs and over her buttocks.

“I’ve scented you with my piss, like a bitch. I want us both to smell it on you. I want you to kiss me and tell me you enjoy being my dirty, piss scented lover-bitch.” I took her in my arms and hugged her close. “I love you, you sexy, dirty woman. I love that you’re mine to do whatever I want with. I’m going to make it worth with your while, promise.”

“I love being your dirty, piss scented lover-bitch,” she said, her eyes gleaming with love and lust as she kissed me and our tongues wrestled in her mouth. My erection was pressed into her belly and I could smell her hot, wet, sex and the briny odour of urine on her skin.

I grabbed her a towel and told to dry herself and put her shoes back on. Then I rinsed myself under the shower, dressed and lead her back downstairs.

I allowed her to wear an apron in order to prepare dinner but made her take it off and sit naked on my lap while we ate the meal. I asked her to cut the meals up and feed us both so that I had my hands free to play with her. She sat with her legs parted and I strummed her clit to keep her arousal levels peaked.

“I’m not complaining,” she said between mouthfuls. “I’m happy being your piss-scented lover, bahis şirketleri but don’t you find I smell just a tiny bit offensive?”

I breathed in deeply, inhaling the pungent odour of my fresh urine on her warm skin. “You do smell,” I said, crinkling my nose. “But the fact that I did it to you, and you stink of my piss is just so exciting. Dirty, but exciting at the same time. Maybe one day I’ll send you off to the charity shop like that, covered in my stinking piss and with your pussy full of cum. That’ll give the ladies something to think about.”

She took a sip of wine and then kissed me. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and tasted the chardonnay. “I’ll let you have a shower before we go out,” I said. “In the meantime I want to talk some more about spanking you.”

“I was wondering when you were going to bring that up.”

“Yes, well I’ve been doing some research, in books and on the internet. There’s some pretty scary stuff out there. I thought The Story of O was just a fantasy, but I’ve watched women on the internet flogged until their bottoms were covered in awful looking welts and bruises. I can’t understand why they put up with it. I couldn’t do that to anyone.”

“I know you couldn’t,” replied Margaret. “That’s why I’m offering it to you. I trust you to make it pleasurable for both of us.”

“But I’m not sure how having your backside welted can be a pleasure for you.”

She put down her fork, enfolded me with her arms and kissed me. “Maybe it’s something about how women’s bodies are made. You know, don’t you, that the clitoris is much more than just that little pearly knob you’re teasing.” She wriggled her hips against the finger that was still gently strumming her clit.

“Sort of.”

“The bit you’re playing with is just the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. Underneath it is an organ the wraps around the vagina, has two branches that curve upwards either side of it, and a third branch that reaches back towards my spine. It has 8,000 nerve endings, twice as many as in the head of your cock, and the nerves connect with other sensitive zones such as my nipples. When I’m aroused my clitoris is not just being stimulated by you touching the button, it’s stimulated by almost everything you do.”

“But that doesn’t explain why pain can be pleasurable?”

“In the right context it stimulates the clitoris, adding to the pleasure. I think of it like a symphony in which the individual instruments come together to form something more than just the sum of the parts. Some sharp nipple pinching, your tongue on my bud, some swats on my arse and your cock inside me all combine to boost the pleasure of orgasm.”

“You seem to know a lot about it.”

“Well it’s my body. It’s a shame women don’t come with an instruction manual so that our lovers can read up on us first, before they tinker with the machinery.”

“Real men don’t need instructions,” I said, laughing.

“I’m not an electric drill, and anyway you just admitted you did.” She took my face in her hands and gazed lovingly into my eyes. “I’m going to tell you something I’ve never told another soul.”

I gazed at her wondering what was coming next.

“My father spanks my mother occasionally.”

I put my hands up to my ears in horror. “Too much information, you can’t share your parents’ bedroom secrets with me. Hell I’m surprised they share them with you. They’re in their sixties and I can’t believe that delicate, grey haired Jean lets big, burly Clarence anywhere near her bottom.”

“God, you have lived a sheltered life. You’d be surprised at the antics and kinks some of our married friends get up to. Anyway, I’ve asked my mother, and if you want my father to show you how to Goldilocks spank my bottom – not too hard, not too soft, but just right – then we’re invited to dinner next weekend. I want you to think about it and let me know.” She grabbed the wrist of the hand that was stroking her pussy.

“Now, I’ve had enough being played with. I want what you promised, a good, long, hard fucking on your boardroom table. It’s dark, so go and get the car keys.”

Ten minutes later, after she had showered and touched up her make up, I held the front door open for her. I expected her to hesitate and look up and down the street in case anyone was passing. But instead, nude apart from the high heels and jewellery, she strolled boldly round to the passenger side of the car, pulled open the door and climbed in.

I passed her the dress we had selected and suggested she keep it handy in case of an emergency, then I turned the key, let off the brake and pulled into the road.

I found it extremely distracting having a nude woman in the passenger seat next to me as I negotiated the freeway into the city. Maybe it gets easier the more you do it. I was hoping that people in the cars and buses that we passed, and pedestrians who saw us stopped at intersections, would catch glimpses of her breasts, or even more. But I was also nervous that she was very vulnerable if we had to stop for any length of time. There were some raised eyebrows and thumbs up signs from a couple of truck drivers who halted momentarily alongside us at traffic lights. Looking down at her from their cabs they would have seen that she was naked. She saw one of them grinning down at her and daringly spread her legs wider to give him a better eyeful.

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You weren’t yet home from work so I let myself in and plopped down on the couch with a drink to see if any games were on. I don’t guess there were and the next thing I know I wake with the taste of bourbon in my mouth and you crouched at my lap stroking and licking my cock. Slowly licking the shaft, starting from the sweet skin just at my balls, flowing up to the tip; then raising your head and sliding it back up your tongue into your open mouth and back out, slightly. You work in long slick strokes and leave the head throbbing in air while your pursed lips go down to start again.

You smile and take it warmer in your mouth, swirling your tongue. Sucking the head, you form that perfect O with your lips and run your breath up and down my length. Oh my, you are delighting me. Your hands toy with my balls and work my length in and out of your mouth. You look at me and your eyes tease with pleasure. My eyes close and my head drops into the cushions and colors dance in pleasure in my dark. You continue servicing my swelling cock till it glistens, the slit juicy and gaping, like it wants you to crawl inside and work me inside out. I don’t think I’ve ever been more steely-hard.

Your movement away brings back my sight and I see you stand, your hands reaching down güvenilir bahis and gathering your skirt up to your waist, revealing those I legs I so love to run with my hands. You swagger closer and I before I notice the wet splotch of your panties, I smell the sex juices that have flooded your hole. My hands dance up your thighs and thumbs hook your thong and pull it down past your knees. This brings my nose to the rosy hairs of your mound and the aroma floods me. I kiss you there, gently.

You turn and kick the thong off one ankle and hike your skirt higher, backing toward me and I welcome your shapely bottom. You must be dripping. I can see your pussy shining and the lips are fat like a swelling bud.

I take my dick and push it down, pointed toward you and the spot between your legs that you are guiding back toward me. My left hands reaches your rear, I sway you a bit right and you simply slide your tight soaking pussy straight down my prick till you settle in my lap. O My God. I come all too close to shooting right there! You don’t move.

Your wet pussy has swallowed my cock whole. I know you feel it roaring. My hands roam your hips and ass, your lower back; our breaths poised, then gently exhaled.

Slowly you rise till just the head remains türkçe bahis within the shroud of your heavy lips, then you sink down my length again. My hands wander your back, up to the softness at the nape of your neck and you lean back onto me. I nuzzle you there and lick. You are in control and I am in ecstasy. You gradually pick up the pace, leaning forward, rising and falling on my hard cock. I reach around you and grasp of your breasts and knead hard through your bra, your nipples swelling with my fingers. “Mmm, fuck me,” I groan. You ride hard and I watch our flesh meet.

I feel your pussy tightening. You are riding harder. My fingers pull your nipples. You writhe and I push up from the couch and stand, bending you forward till your hands rest on the ottoman, Now I am fucking you desperately, my hands on your ass, and you respond with your thrusts onto me. We go at this steady for a minute or so till we are dangling on the edge of falling over. Finally the rhythm pushes you over and you explode with a cry, singing with the thrill, my cock still ramming you in and out. I am grunting like a fool, wringing you with my deep thrusts. It is intense and almost beyond a dream. You swagger and look over your shoulder with a sexy leer that pulls the last string. Your güvenilir bahis siteleri smile still turns me over more than anything. With that you thrust back and grind your ass to my groin and one of your hands finds my balls, taking them in a sweet fist and tugging. With glee I erupt with three fast shots of spunk that must shoot through you they seem so like fire. Oh God, your cunt is so hot and sloppy I feel like I’m swimming in you.

Gasping, I hold you tight to me till the warm spasms subside. I fall back to the couch. You, on all fours, turn to face me. Your face is flushed and a there is a smoldering gleam in your eyes. You crawl between my sprawled legs and take my wet, shrinking dick into your mouth, gently sucking it in. You look up into my eyes like a queen on her throne while you lovingly swirl your tongue around my softening prick in slow lapping circles. I reach down with both arms and pull you up, drawing your face to my for a deep probing kiss. We taste our sex on each other’s hot tongues. I suck on yours and my hands hold your face to mine as I kiss you hard again.

You pull back slightly, enough to speak but close enough that I still taste your sweet breath. Your smile tells me all I need to know: you are just getting warmed up. I chuckle and pull you onto my chest, holding your body close. My hands roam down through your hair, over your ears, along your neck, to your shoulders. I massage you there and you moan softly.

This once I’m glad there were no games on.

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That evening’s experience haunted my sleep for several nights afterward; I would wake in a cold sweat with my legs tangled in my sheets. Changing the locks on my front door helped me sleep a little better. I wasn’t sure if Tyler got a key to my place or not but I didn’t want to take the chance. I wasn’t ever going to that bar again, or any bar for that matter. Not any time soon anyway. Some nights while I was reading before bed I wondered what I would do if he were to show up at my door again. Hell, part of me wasn’t sure I wanted to let him go. The two long scars down my back from the knife would tingle whenever I heard the slightest sound outside. I couldn’t talk to anyone. Forcing myself deeper into my work and reading more books helped me after a couple weeks and I slowly forgot about him. Painfully slow.

Several weeks went by and everything was going just fine. Well, normal at least. I had been out on a couple group dates with a co-worker and nothing really panned out. One evening I thought I could take the guy home with me but I felt those familiar tingles down my back and decided it wasn’t a good idea. I needed a hobby or something. Or a good friend. These days, those were extremely hard to come by.

One Thursday I was at my desk at work and I received an email. Ryan, an old flame of mine from college, was going to be in town this week on business and asked if he could take me out for drinks. He missed me. I took some time to think before replying that I would. He and I were better friends than lovers back then and I could use some companionship. Plus I loved to catch up with people I hadn’t seen in years. He replied with a time and a place near his hotel. Smiling at my computer screen, I mentally scanned my closet to find something to wear for my evening out.

Ryan met me at the front door of the place just before 8 p.m. dressed in a black shirt and gray slacks, square glasses perched on his nose and reddish brown hair parted to the side. He has aged well, I thought as he led me into the establishment. It was a little Irish pub with tall tables and chairs and a long bar crowded with people watching a baseball game on each of the four television screens displayed around the room. He led me to an empty table in the corner, pulling a chair out for me facing the wall and I stepped up into it. I was wearing a navy blue cowl neck blouse that showed a reasonable amount of my nice cleavage on top of a pair of tight faded jeans that I knew my ass would look good in. I smiled at my date as I sat down.

Glancing up from the front of my shirt, Ryan asked “What can I get you to drink?”

“Should I start with a beer?” I asked.

“I don’t drink beer myself,” he replied.

“Okay,” I sighed. “Amaretto sour, please.”

He left for the bar while I turned around and casually checked out my surroundings. Plenty of people in here to keep it busy but not too noisy that we would have to shout to be heard. Comfortable atmosphere. A short tingle started up my back as I located the exits but I shook it off. I was going to have a good time tonight, I told myself.

“Here you go,” Ryan said as he placed my drink in front of me. I took a long sip and relaxed my shoulders. He smiled at me over his glass, and I smiled back. “So what have you been up to, Lindsey?”

I chuckled. “Work, mostly,” I replied, taking another sip. “What brings you to town?”

Ryan went into his story about expanding his business into a wider area and there were some possibilities here in the city. We chatted for a few hours about work, life and people in and out of our lives. He told me he had had a few relationships that didn’t work out and he thought of me often. I tried not to show it, but I really felt nothing in return. The days of “us” were long past, but of course I valued his friendship. Which meant I shouldn’t sleep with him so I shouldn’t lead him on, I said to myself. I had genuinely forgotten about a certain someone until I heard the front door bang open. My whole body tensed up and I froze for a moment, then slowly turned my head around to follow the person making the heavy footsteps. It was a large, older man with longish gray hair making his way to the last empty stool at the bar. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief as Ryan stared at me curiously.

“Is everything okay?” he asked me, concerned.

I breathed again. “Yes, I’m fine. The door just… startled me.”

“Are you sure? You seemed really nervous all of a sudden.” He gently covered my hand in his. My hand jerked back a bit at his touch since my thoughts were still heavy in my mind. He pulled his hand back, a very worried look crossing his face. “Lindsey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said, trying to smile and reaching for his hand, grasping it as I picked up my glass in my other hand and finished yet another drink. “I’m good.”

“Well, I would say you were better than good,” a familiar voice spoke behind me. Goosebumps ran down my arms and back as I froze in my chair again. No… “Hi, güvenilir bahis Lindsey,” he said as he walked around to the empty chair on my other side and slid it out, sitting across from Ryan. He placed two drinks on the table in front of him.

Slowly I turned my head towards him and looked into those sparkling eyes I remember too well; eyes that were locked on me. A lazy grin spread across his lips and I found myself getting wet between my legs. Really?! I asked myself. Not now…

“Who are you?” Ryan asked, to which neither of us answered right away. I couldn’t find my voice as we just stared at each other for a long moment. My clit began to throb and I turned my head away, shifting my legs around.

I heard Tyler chuckle under his breath. He turned to Ryan. “I’m Tyler, a friend of hers,” he nodded at me as he slid one of the drinks to me. “Amaretto sour, right?”

I bit my lip as I looked down at the amber liquid. This one had a cherry in it, unlike the others I had already drank this evening. Without thinking, I picked the cherry up by its stem and dunked it through the ice cubes into the alcohol a few times before putting it in my mouth and sucking the juice from it. I closed my eyes a moment before remembering there were two men watching me. My eyes flew open as I returned the cherry to the glass, dropping my gaze to the table.

“Lindsey?” Ryan asked.

I didn’t reply. Instead, I turned to Tyler. “Why are you here?”

He held up the other glass, waved it a bit before taking a long gulp of the dark iceless liquid. “For the whiskey,” he said after he swallowed. “I wasn’t planning on running into you but here you are, as beautiful as ever.” He sat the glass back down and watched me dip the cherry around in my drink. My eyes didn’t want to leave his.

“Lindsey,” Ryan spoke again, “do you think we should go now?”

I remembered Ryan was there at that moment and I shrugged my shoulders. “If you’re ready to go, we can leave.” I didn’t want to go but I wasn’t sure if I should stay. I thought I would wait for Tyler’s response. The cherry tasted sweeter as I slipped it between my lips again, sucking the alcohol from it. Ryan stood up and pushed in his chair, ready to leave.

Tyler downed his whiskey and stared at me as he said, “You don’t look ready to leave.”

I said nothing as I took a sip of the drink he brought me, suddenly wondering if he had slipped something in it before he gave it to me. No, I shrugged the idea away. He would want me to remember everything he’s about to do to me. Wait, what?

Ryan came to my side, placing a warm hand on my arm. “I think we should go.”

“Lindsey,” Tyler spoke softly. “You don’t have to go. Yet.”

I closed my eyes, finished the drink in front of me in one breath and got up from the table. “Ryan, I’ve had a great time catching up with you. We should do this again. But tonight, I’ve had enough to drink and I’m calling it a night.” I picked up the soaked cherry from the ice and popped it in my mouth again, pulling the stem off as I nodded to Tyler. His lazy grin was back. “Tyler.” I let Ryan walk me out of the pub, leaving Tyler at our table. He didn’t move.

He walked me to the curb. “Let me call you a cab.”

“No, thanks, Ryan,” I said, placing my hand on his arm. “It’s a beautiful night for a walk.”

“But, haven’t you had enough to drink?” he asked.

“Yes, enough that I shouldn’t have any more. I’m fine. I’ll talk to you later. Goodnight.” He kissed me on the cheek near my lips and I smiled before turning in the opposite direction of his hotel. I definitely couldn’t give him a chance to lead me to his room. Besides, someone else had me all worked up now.

I walked for over two blocks before he caught up with me. Grabbing me around the waist Tyler led me to a dark corner along the sidewalk and pinned me against the wall. His cool hands slid up my shirt, across my belly and pulled down the cups of my red satin bra, freeing my nipples. He massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples as his full lips found mine and he devoured my mouth hungrily. I could taste the whiskey on his tongue as I tangled my fingers in his hair. His hands moved around to my ass, one hand trying to slip inside my tight jeans. Breaking the kiss, he breathed into my ear, “Let me get a cab.”

I nodded, all thoughts of those red flags for Tyler gone as he walked to the curb and hailed us a ride home. He held the door open for me and I slid inside, he getting in behind me. Handing the driver a $100 bill he recited his address and returned his attention to me. He pulled my legs and ass towards him, halfway laying me down in the backseat. He tugged at the button and unzipped my jeans swiftly, roughly jerking them down my hips to my ankles. I was too drunk to care if the driver saw anything; somehow I was more than willing to let him do as he pleased while there was a witness present. He moved my red satin panties over and slipped a finger inside my wet hole. Groaning, he turned türkçe bahis my legs back forward and spread my thighs as he kissed me hungrily, fingering my pussy and flicking his thumb across my clit. I moaned into his mouth as I rocked my hips against his hand. I squeezed his arm and pulled his hair as I screamed into his mouth with my release. His lips left mine so I could breathe, trailing sloppy kisses down my neck and chest before sucking my juices off of his finger. He groaned. “Perfect,” he whispered.

Grinning, I grabbed his hand and stuck his wet finger into my mouth, sucking as hard as I could as I inched his finger back out of my lips. I tasted myself as he groaned and closed his eyes, then I bit the middle of his finger. His eyes flew open in alarm as he took in a sharp breath, but he grinned at me as the cab pulled over to let us out. I pulled up my jeans, leaving them unzipped as Tyler pulled me out of the car and into his apartment building. A short elevator ride later we were in front of his place, he unlocking the door and pulling me inside by my wrist. Slamming the door, he threw me against it, kneeling down to pull my jeans off of me again and stick his nose between my legs, smelling me through my panties before pulling them off of me as well. I pulled my shirt off over my head and threw it to the side as he moved up my body, pulling my bra cups down again to suck on my nipples. I arched my back into him and reached around to unhook my bra as he nibbled on my peaks. Freeing my breasts from my bra I pushed him off of me to shed my last piece of clothing. He stepped back and stood in awe in front of me, unable to move for several seconds. I walked casually up to him grinning before pulling my arm back and landing my fist across his jaw.

He stumbled a step or two, watching me as he rubbed his jaw. “I suppose I deserve that,” he whispered.

“You deserve more than that for what you’ve done to me,” I growled. He dropped his hand and I hit him again, this time in the cheek bone. “But most of all, for making me still want to fuck you after what you have done.”

He grinned devilishly, a look that sent a throbbing sensation throughout my body. I held one finger up at him and said, “Okay, here are a few rules you’re going to abide by from now on. No knives. No rope. No more drawing blood. And stay out of my ass.”

“Aww,” his face fell in a mocking pout. “I’ll consider those, but no guarantees.”

“I’m very serious,” I growled. “Also, don’t bite me hard.”

Tyler grinned, pulling off his shirt and dropping it to the floor. “Ok, not hard. Now, get on your knees and take my jeans off.”

I raised one eyebrow and put my hands on my hips. “No.”

He copied my stance, mocking me with his evil grin. I rolled my eyes and he quickly grabbed me by my hair and drug me to his couch, bending me over the back of it. One strong arm held my back down, my face pressed into the cushions while the other hand caressed my ass. I was about to ask what he was planning to do to me when I felt his hand sharply smack one cheek. I cried out and he slapped my ass again. My skin tingled and burned with each smack. He groaned in between every few slaps, now taking turns with each cheek turning them bright red. Tears poured from my eyes after several minutes of this, then suddenly he jerked me up from the couch and threw me to the floor.

“Crawl up to me and get on your knees, bitch,” he ordered, “and unzip my jeans.”

Wiping the tears from my face, I glared at him as I crawled the few paces between us to his feet. Sitting back on my feet I sighed, staring at the floor for a moment before placing my hands on my thighs and glancing up at him with a pleading look. He moaned.

“Can I make a suggestion?” I whispered with a smile.

Sitting on the back of the couch, he returned my smile. “By all means.”

“I would be much more willing to do as you wish if you would ask instead of command,” I said.

“Is that so?” he asked. “You want some control, is that it?”

“Do you blame me?” I replied, choking back a sob. “I know I shouldn’t be here, naked of all things, but I can’t stop thinking about you fucking me. Don’t use me like you did last time. Please.”

Tyler stared at me in silence for several moments before standing up from the couch and running his fingertips down my jawline. “Would you mind pulling my jeans down? I would love to feel your mouth on my dick. Please.”

I smiled up at him, reaching for the button of his jeans and taking my time unzipping and pulling them down. He groaned as his erection sprang free of his boxers as I pulled those down as well. Holding his shaft in one hand, I lifted it up and ran my tongue along his balls slowly for some time, slipping one into my mouth and gently sucking on it. He gasped and shuddered a bit, moaning as he placed a hand in my hair. Taking the other into my mouth I sucked on his testicle harder, feeling his grip in my hair tighten. Releasing it from my mouth I moved up his güvenilir bahis siteleri shaft with my tongue, slowly making my way to the head. My tongue swirled around the tip, tasting the drop of his cum that was glistening from the hole. Wrapping my lips around the head, I sucked on the tip gently, very slowly working my way down his shaft and sucking harder as his dick went deeper into my mouth. His grip on my hair tightened further as he sucked in a sharp breath. As my lips made their way to the base and his cock filled my throat I began to pull my head back to start again. He pushed on my head with his hands, shoving his dick farther down my throat so that I had trouble breathing. I pushed against his legs with my hands but he wouldn’t let go, so I bit down as hard as I could. He yelled, releasing my head and falling back against the couch. His cock now free of my mouth, he swung his arm out and slapped my face hard.

“Fucking bitch,” Tyler spat at me as I rubbed my cheek. “You’re gonna pay for that!”

Suddenly he grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm behind my back as he shoved my face into the carpet, still on my knees with my red, naked ass up in the air. Spreading my feet apart with his knees, he slipped two fingers inside my wet pussy and finger fucked me for a few moments before positioning his dick to enter me. Squeezing my waist he forced his dick inside my pussy roughly and I screamed. One of his hands moved to my head, holding me down to the carpet as he repeatedly slammed his cock into me as hard and fast as he could. I screamed and cried as he fucked me harder and harder.

“You like this, bitch?” he grunted as he grabbed my hips and slammed my body back onto his cock several more times before suddenly pulling out of my pussy to shove the head into my ass, grabbing my hair with his other hand so I couldn’t get away.

“Aaah!” I screamed as I felt him spilling his seed inside me. It didn’t hurt as bad this time, I noticed. He pulled out of me and got up, going to his bathroom while leaving me in the floor. I rolled over onto my back by the time he returned.

“Are you gonna get up or shall I drag you to my bed?” he asked me, amused.

I looked up at him. “I told you to stay out of my ass.”

He shrugged. “Ah, I figured that was negotiable. I had to cum somewhere, and I’m not done with that sweet pussy. So get up or I’ll drag you.”

Unsure of how much it would hurt to let him drag me, I eased myself to a sitting position and slowly stood up, my knees red from the carpet and my ass sore from the spanking. Holding his hand out towards his bedroom, he followed me into a dark room, flipping the light switch as he entered. The room was sparsely furnished; a king-size bed, one nightstand and a dresser next to a closet door. The bed wasn’t made. Tyler turned me around swiftly and pushed me onto the bed, lifting my legs as he kneeled at the edge. He slid two fingers inside my wet pussy while softly licking my clit. I moaned, arching my back and gripping the bed sheets as he brought me to orgasm. Screaming with my climax, my body shuddered against his face and hand.

“Believe it or not, my dear,” he said while staring into my eyes from between my legs, “that’s my favorite thing to do to you.”

I closed my eyes and laid back on the bed, not answering him. He wrapped his hands around my thighs and latched his mouth to my shaved pussy lips, sucking hard on my clit and flicking it with his tongue. I almost came undone in that instant. Moaning and screaming through two more orgasms, I shook in his grasp. Letting go of my thighs, he lapped up my juices pouring from my pussy onto the edge of the bed and squeezed my ass cheeks. My hands made their way between my legs and into his hair, grabbing his head and pressing his face into me again. His tongue dove inside my pussy as I ground my hips against his mouth. Harder and harder I fucked his face until I screamed again, covering him in more of my juices.

Tyler stood up from his knees, motioning for me to move up on the mattress as he crawled onto the bed. Lifting my legs to rest my ankles on his shoulders, his hard cock found my hole and he slid easily inside, staying upright and holding my thighs as he fucked me some more. I watched him bite his lip as he pounded away inside me, but I wanted him deeper. I pulled my knees to my chest and he leaned forward over me held up by his strong arms. Inches from my face, I smiled at him and he smiled back, a devilish smile that sent me over the edge and I came again. He thrust harder inside me as I screamed, groaning as he filled my pussy with another load and collapsing onto me.

We lay together for a few minutes catching our breaths, tangled in each other. He lifted his head over me and when I turned to him his lips met mine, prying my mouth open for his tongue to slide inside and taste me, his mouth hungrily devouring mine. I could taste my musky juices and whiskey; a taste that was slowly becoming a favorite of mine. When he pulled back from our kiss he leaned into my ear and whispered “Will you stay with me?”

I wanted to. “No, I can’t. I have to get up in the morning.”

“But it’s so late,” he whined into my neck as he kissed his way down to my breasts.

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I fumbled through my jeans found my pipe and baggy, I always carried, and spent many an hour watching Petey’s antics under the influence on our walks. I never gave pot entirely up, it provides focus and detail for me, unlike the dumbing zombie effect most people experience from it. I was looking forward to see how Kate would react, hoping that, like most women it wouldn’t just make her sleepy. Something told me she was a lot like me, or perhaps I wanted to become more like her. Her level of freedom and non-conformity seemed to outweigh my earlier sermon to her. Now, in a way, I realised that I was more her student than instructor.

I sat at the table, breaking up a bud, Kate, was slicing up some fruit, fixing up a tray, thank god something to eat, I could use some energy after living on beer, scotch and a little bit of Kate for the last 12 hours.

The kettle was on the boil; Kate brought the tray over, fruit, cheese and a couple of scones.

“Look at you,” I chuckled, now there’s a picture, The mighty Kate, domestic Goddess!”

“Kate feigned a curtsey, then placed the tray on the table, she picked a piece of melon leaned into me and popped it into my mouth, giving me a quick smack on the lips;

“Look at meh, well look at ye, a regular Bob Marley, with yer muckle poke o’ pot.”

“Ja maahn, here take a whiff of that.” I tossed the baggy over to her, she took it and opened it giving it a tentative sniff, then looked up at me and shrugged.

“Not like that, get yer nose right in there, pretend you’re sniffing my ass.”

“Kate gave me a sneer;

“Yer one to talk”, then stuck her nose in the bag and inhaled deeply;

“Unlike yer arse, it howfs gey herbal,” She took a little more in, “Tis gey cracking actually, stronger than A remember.”

“How long has it been since you smoked the herb, Kate?”

She picked up a scone, broke off a piece and wrinkled her nose;

“Well A wasn’t mooch of a pothead, preferring drink over weed; A joost found it made meh sleepy.” (So much for my theory.)

“A suppose it was over 30 years ago, wow how time flies.” She grimaced.

“Well, I think you will find that weed has come a long way since then”, I laughed;

“its way more potent now, they have it down to a science, you best be careful or you may end up unconscious, we wouldn’t want that now would we?”

Kate took my hand, then smirked;

“Well A know A wouldn’t want to be, you may feel differently, having sleepin’ Las at yer disposal.”

I finished crumbling up the bud, as the kettle came to a boil, I looked at the baggy and had another idea, and I grabbed the baggy and stood up;

“If you don’t mind, I’ll make the tea.”

Kate glared at me;

“What makes ye think you can make a better cuppa than me?”

“Trust me I know what I’m doing, you got any cheesecloth?”

“Aye, A do, but what – yer going to use that for?”

“Herbal tea Kate, the best you ever tasted.”

She was hesitant, “I don’t know, smokin’ is one thing, boot…”

I interrupted;

“No worries Kate, I’m not going to force ya, but I wouldn’t mind some, It keeps me good and hard, just sayin’.”

Kate smiled;

“Hard, so ye can ravish meh at yer leisure whilst A’m unconscious, no doubt.”

I laughed, well if I can’t have you any other way, it’s a distinct possibility, be a shame to waste that sweet ass of yours.”

“Well, if it will help the pain in meh flamin’ arse A may give it a go,” Kate resigned.

She rummaged through the drawer and produced the cheese cloth; I tore off 3 strips, bagged three large buds, and dropped then into the teapot. As I grabbed for the kettle, Kate slapped my hand;

“No, No, No! Steep the pot first, get it warm, honestly William, it’s no wonder ye Canadians cannae mak a decent cup o’ tea.

She turned on the tap and placed her hand under the stream, then placed the pot in the sink, filling it up with the scalding water;

“Now give it a minute or two”, she scoffed, and then stood on her tiptoes to grab a couple of tea cups from the cupboard.

“You do have pretty feet”, I whispered, wrapping my arms around her, pressing my pelvis into her fleshy ass.

“Ye and yer feet, she scoffed, turning around giving me an kiss, now try and pay attention, you may need to learn how to do this, A love a proper cup of tea in the morning, it gets things moving, if ye know what A mean.”

“Mmmm, maybe we should make a bigger pot then; I joked opening my mouth and shoving my tongue into hers, she sucked it in and we swabbed at each other till the kettle whistled.

“Now, put those in and pour it in slowly, fill it up, an’ were done.

We returned to the table, and I started to load up the pipe while the tea steeped.

“Oh that’s a right prim pipe ye ‘ave there William, let meh ‘ave a keek at it.

“I made it myself, it’s pretty nice if I do say so myself, I thought I’d put some of my mill writing experience to good use.”

Kate closely inspected the piece, and smiled;

“It’s truly lovely William, güvenilir bahis it obvious that yer handy in more ways than one.”

“I can hold my own, I have a shop in my garage, can make just about anything , wood or metal doesn’t matter, I boasted.”

She grinned, “Anything, eh? well A can think of a couple of things A could use.”

“Really, such as?” I facetiously questioned, Kate dismissed the my query and handed me back the pipe;

“Ye gonna light this up, or what?”

I took the pipe and lit it up, and took in a heavy draw, then handed it over to her;

“Be careful Kate, just take a little in”,

Kate sneered at me. “A can manage”, and took in a fairly healthy draw, I knew she would be in trouble, she tried to hold it in but quickly spit out the smoke as it expanded beyond the capacity of her lungs. She went into a horrific coughing fit; I couldn’t help but laugh at her.

“I tried to warn you, but you no listen!”

“Fucking hell!” Kate blasted, her face red, her eyes tearing up;

“How in the world do you smoke this stuff?” She quickly handed the pipe back to me.

“See, it’s a lot different than you remember huh? Go easy, like this.” I took a small draw inhaling it slowly, then suavely exhaled a puff of smoke, offering it to her again.

She tentatively looked at the pipe, then brought it to her lips and took a much smaller draw, she inhaled slowly, her cheeks puffed out, and she put her hand to her lips, barely managing to keep it in.

“Good much better, it takes a bit getting used to”, I instructed, “Let it out and go again.”

Kate blew out the smoke, then took another toke, she was more relaxed now and managed a fairly expert draw.

“Excellent, that’s enough for you now, as I took another hit and placed the pipe down.

“That’s it?” Kate snapped, A was joost getting the hang of it, it’s really quite nice, she reached for the pipe and I stopped her;

“You best wait a few minutes Kate, let’s be patient, I don’t want a zombie on my hands.”

“A don’t feel anything, give us another”, she protested.

“Give it time, trust me, I’m the expert here, this isn’t that Jamaican leafy bullshit we smoked in High school, this is primo 4th gen hydro bud, probably 50 times more potent than what you remember.” I opened the tea pot and took a sniff; Almost ready here, give it a few more minutes and you can pour.”

I was feeling the buzz already and in true high form I began scanning her house, looking for things that needed to be done.

“You know, this place has good bones, with a bit of cash and hard work, it could fetch a pretty penny.”

Kate’s expression brightened;

“You really think so?, A always thought it to be a lost cause.”

“I know so, 6 acres nice big house, with prices in so high in the city, I’m certain some stressed out professional couple would lay out some pretty serious dough for a private place like this.”

She sat up straight in her chair;

“Serious dough ye say, how serious?”

“Well, it depends, you can sell it as is and get 7 hundred K, or sink 150 to 2 hundred grand into it and get well north of a million.

“Kate let out a gasp, slapping her hands on the table;

“Go over, a million? For this hovel, please!”

“North – of a million, easy.”I corrected;

“A million dollars don’t get you much in the cities, were only 45 minutes out from it, a place like this would be considered a bargain to some. My friend who lived down the road had an old house smaller than this with only 2 acres, and he sold it last year in a week. Got 620 grand… as is.”

“Och mah JEESUS! Really, well that blows me away, A never imagined this place could fetch that mooch, “

“The buyers ended up tearing the house down and building another, they really just wanted the land,” I added.

“Really, hmm well if that’s the case, A’m sellin’ and packing me bags back to Scootlund!”

“Do you miss Scotland, Kate, ever think of going back?”

“Oh Aye, all the time, boot not Glasgae, A would love a bit of land on Skye, A really loved it there.”

“Well I think it worth looking into, I’m not sure of the land value of Skye, I would imagine it pretty pricy.”

With that, she giggled, “Yer trying to get rid of me already, ya”, she began to clap;

“Well done!”

I could tell the weed’s effect was creeping up on her, her movements becoming more animated.

“Pour us some tea, Kate,” I have a proposal.

“Ohhh, A love proposals, down on yer knee, have at it then!” She giggled, and poured the tea.

“Been ages since A’ve had the opportunity to turn a drunk bugger down.”

I took a sip of the tea, bein’ a strong tasty brew, it would provide the means for Kate to loosen even more.

“Not that kind a proposal Silly, this is more of an offer I suppose.”

“Kate squinted, and put on a stoic poker face;

“I’m looking for a new project, I just finished the old house I’m living in now, maybe I could start helping you fix this place up. I’ve done a done a few places in türkçe bahis my time, I can see what needs to be fixing and arrange to get it done.”

She leaned back crossed her arms over her chest, and took a sip of the tea.

“Well William, ye certainly ‘ave meh attention, but there’s the matter of money, 150 to 200 thousand to fix it up, that’s pretty dear. A kinda like the idea of selling as is. The house is paid for, an’ there’s good profit in it.

“True, but if you put say another 150,000 in, you stand to profit more. You can at least double your money, that’s a good 2 year return if you ask me. Could you manage it?”

“Uggh, typical dyke plugger, under a day knowing meh, an’ already sniffin’ about me purse, no doubt yer gonna want some of that return fer yersell.”

I laughed, and waved my arms;

“Hell no, your money – your profit. Think about it, it’ll give you a pretty good start, if you decide you want to go back home.”

Kate’s greying eyes fixed on mine;

“Ye really seem hell bent on sending me away William, surely this offer isn’t only through th’ kindness of yer heart, hmm…”

“Your right it isn’t, I need to keep busy, you’d be doing me a favor actually, and the bonus is we can get to know each other better, and if things work out – well anything can happen.”

“Oh Aye, anything – that ye can be sure of. To be honest A’m naturally lazy, it sounds like a lot of work, an’ A’m not keen on living in a house with a bunch of men milling about, askin’ meh a bunch of questions A cannae answer.

“Bunch of younger men, well built muscular, sweat pouring down their six packs, ya I can see how terrible that would be for you.” I chuckled.

“Don’t worry about the work or questions, I’ll take care of all that.

Kate took another sip of her tea, then stood up on her chair and sat on my lap, her eyes looking right through me;

“Six packs ye say, eh?” She placed her hand on my belly, “I kinda like meh one pack to be honest.” Then kissed me.

“When ye say anything can happen, whoot exactly did ye mean?

I paused, it was clear to me now that I wanted to be with her, and she with me, still my ego demanded her to open up more;

“I always strive for the win/win Kate, when I say anything, I mean anything. If you want something you just go for it and make it happen. So tell me is it that you really want?”

Kate leaned back, “A suppose A’d want to go back home, but, now, well now – A’m not so sure. Yer a fine mahn William an’ ave grown to, well A’m not sure A want to leave ye behind.”

I brushed her cheek;

“I like the sound of that Kate, who says you would have to leave me behind? There’s nothing here tying me down, I mean I love it here but, well if I had to choose, I would choose Scotland with my craggy whore, rather than Canada and be alone.”

Her eyes softened, then she shook her head, and stood up;

“Yer doolally, we’ve only joost met, yer soundin’ like Al, big plans an all, A mean A’m auld enough tae be yer mither, almost!”

“You’re right, Kate, we’ve only just met, look, I’ve been around and I think I’m old enough to know what I want, in my eyes your it, one in a million. I’ve never met anyone so free as you, young at heart, I don’t care about your age, but if you still have doubts, I’m in no hurry. I’m sure you’ll come to your senses eventually. I know you have good reason to keep your heart to yourself, but perhaps now, at this stage a leap of faith could erase all that pain, and open up something wonderful, something you, and I deserve. You don’t need to be alone, you don’t fight with what really is inside of you anymore. Face it you’re a hot blooded woman, who needs a hot blooded man, I think it’s time we caught up to all we’ve missed in life, and I want to be the guy to share that with you.”

Sitting back in her chair her chair, she nervously picked at her finger nails trying to absorb my heartfelt admission, she grabbed the pipe, lit it up and took a long and heavy draw;

“It may be the weed talkin’ but A would love to give it a go, A’m just scared, I cannae wrap me heid around it, A mean, we seem to get along joost fine n’ the sex is fantastic, but, how do I know ye won’t leave me off on the street corner when yer done with me.” She innocently looked up at me. I took the pipe, away from her and took a toke.

“Nothing is guaranteed in life Kate, sometimes you need to roll the dice and just play the odds, If you honestly think I would do that, then I fear you may be damaged beyond repair. Look, I’m not here to hurt you, if nothing inside you confirms that by now, well, I suppose it was what we felt earlier was all just about the sex.” I blew out the smoke and took her hand,

“If its only lust that’s OK, but I felt something beyond that and you… I’m fairly certain you did too. Ya it’s scary, but I think the odds are pretty good. I’m willing to take the chance, I know you wouldn’t throw me to the curb, like Shannon did. Ya, it broke my heart, and ya I stayed walled and closed up for a very long time, but when I met güvenilir bahis siteleri you, well it all washed away.”

Kate fired up, her eyes stabbed into mine;

“Well, A may be a wee bit foocked up, but know this, A would never treat ye like that bitch did, not in a million years, that narcissistic wench is th’ one beyond repair!” A’m nothing like her!”

I was feeling a bit combative, and leered at her;

“You shaved yourself to be more like her didn’t you though? Why did you go through all that trouble, especially having known I liked you just the way you are?”

She snapped;

“Get over yersell, A shaved t’ show that given the inclination, A could be a proper lady, that’s the truth of it, God, it’s not all about you ye know!”

I decided to spar with her a little;

“Bull Shit, Kate, what exactly is a proper lady anyway? I wasn’t after the perfect facsimile of what most consider proper, I thought I made that pretty clear. I’m think you wanted to make me relive that fantasy, as close as possible to the way I described it to you. Face it, you shaved because you thought it would make me think you more attractive.” I got right into her face;

“Know this, Shannon is nothing more than a distant memory, I know now that I really didn’t love her.”

I took her hand;

“I have a new fantasy, one that is a obtainable, your much more fantastical to me than she ever was, or could, be.”

Kate, looked down at my hand, and gave it a squeeze;

“A saved it for ye, ye know, A suppose deep down A knew it to be a mistake. A suppose in a small way, yer right, it wasn’t who A really am. All that fuss and trouble just to feel more attractive, and so much work. A’m sorry William it was wrong, guess A’m not as confident in masell as A would have ye think A am.

“Well, don’t be too hard on yourself, I’m am really looking forward tonguing that smooth pussy of yours, I suppose it wasn’t entirely wrong, you could manage just keeping those juicy lips bare, I wouldn’t object.”

“Oh their juicy alright, tell me more about this fantasy you have in yer head, let’s assume fer now that A could manage such an investment, convince me why A should put my purse in trust to a clatty dyke plugger.”

I let go of her hand, I had a pretty good buzz going now, and put my altered state to work.

“OK, 2 year plan, we fix this place up and put it on the market, if, and only if, we get along, we move forward.”

Kate interjected,

“And what if we don’t get along? Then A’m stuck finishing the job on mah own, meh purse lighter, and stuck in a worse state than A’m in now?”

“Alright Kate, let’s pretend that I finance the reno then, that way, despite whatever happens, I would have to finish, or lose my investment, would that make you feel better?”

She took another sip of her tea, her eyes old me she was ready to negotiate;

“So you would put up the cash eh, an’ how mooch is that gonna cost me?”

“My expenses plus half of whatever you can get over and above its current as is value, it’s a win / win for both then, little or no risk to you, it will all be on me.”

“There’s meh Dutchman now, lookin’ to profit from a daft ole lady, getting me high on weed to weaken meh mind, trying to take advantage…”

This was getting way too heavy – a no win, time for the old 180.

“Forget about it then, if you want we can talk about it later, if not- let’s just forget about it. I’m sorry I underestimated how cynical you’ve become.”

Kate slapped the table top perturbed;

“Well, A have the right to be cynical! Ye come breezing in here, sweet talking your way into me skirt, and not a day later yer lookin’ through meh purse.”

“No, no, no – I had no expectation, and If I remember correctly, it was you, with your ass sniffing stunt that got me into your pants so to speak. I’m certain if you didn’t want me here, I would’ve been sleeping in my bed now.”

Her scowl turned to a smirk,

“Ye were shaking like a leaf, weren’t ye eh?”

“And so were you,” I quickly added.

” Aye, A was, she giggled

“A almost peed masell, A cannae believe A did that, it was quite a jump fer me.”

“Oh, I believe it”, I whispered, shoving a piece of melon into her mouth.

“Okay, we fix ma place up, an’ A have a purse full of cash, what then big mahn?”

“Why don’t you finish the story?” Put all your fears aside and tell me how you would like it to end.”

She looked up, a little uncomfortable with being put on the spot;

“A’d like to go home, to Skye, with ye, if ye’ll have me, that is.”

Like a young girl just having been spanked, I took her hand, she looked into my eyes;

“Maybe, a piece of land wid some coo’s, no money in sheep anymore.”

“Hold up Kate, you want to raise cattle? I thought you were lazy, I was thinking something a little more down our alley, I know dick all about cattle.

Kate chuckled,

“A ken knout about them masell! Yer right, A think yer weed is having an effect on meh judgement. A joost pictured a field full of coos and thought it nice.” Kate let out another giggle.

“Better let me finish then.” I offered;

“I buy the whiskey and you serve it… in our own pub as 50/50 owners.”

She lilted out a squeal;

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