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*Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style.
LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters active are of the age of consent.*
*A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you're looking for a stroker look somewhere else.*
I don't consider myself a writer or author, I'm a storyteller. So please take that into consideration when you read it, it should be read like someone is telling you the story. I am not now, or never have been, an English major. So synonyms may be wrong, and the grammar may not be correct, but it is like people really talk. I've never talked to someone that had perfect grammar.
I write for my enjoyment and for the people that like it. If you don't like how and what I write, oh well. Don't read it. My feelings won't be hurt.
For those of you that do like what I've posted so far, thank you and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
*Copyright (c) 2019 by Acup*
The disclaimers have been moved to the end of the story for my A D D readers.
{ Storytellers note: This story has been languishing in the files for a while, it just seemed incomplete to me. BUT, my editor tells me it's ready for publication, so here it goes. }
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*Before -- Part 1*
SENIORS RULE!!
Two more months to graduation and Donald Mason is set loose on the world!
I can hear my grandfather snickering and smiling...
Seriously, I'm practically counting down the days until I'm outta here. Growing up in the foot hills of North West Arkansas is for the birds. Everybody knows everybody, don't even THINK about trying to sneak a beer somewhere, your mom will know before you can start your truck to get out of the parking lot!
But tonight we're going to PARTY! Matt's brother will be out at the pasture with a cooler full of beer. It will be our unofficial summer kickoff, and Patty is coming with me.
Now Patty and I have been friends since grade school, and somewhere around the ninth grade we kinda became more. Neither one of us had a date for homecoming, so we went with each other.
Now I'm just a typical country boy, five foot six, one hundred seventy pounds of hay bale throwing muscle, but not a football guy so I'm not with the 'in' crowd. Patty is a bit on the small side. Without her shoes she's five foot one and one half inches tall and one hundred seven and one half pounds. Evidentially the halves are important.
Patty is never seen out in anything less than a three inch heel of some sort and a PADDED bra. You see, besides being short, Patty is also a bit *challenged* in the chest department. Without her bra on she looks like someone is trying to push shovel handles through from the back side. Small concave mounds that stand out about two or three inches with soft puffy nipples.
The second time I got past her bra I made like I was going to measure them... she wouldn't speak to me for three months... sheeesh!
Now for as small as her chest is, it is wired straight to her ON switch. Kissing and nibbling on her lips and neck would warm her up a little... very little, and she only responded a little more when I squeezed her butt.
However...if I could get a hand on her chest she paused and got into kissing a lot more. Get a hand under her shirt and she would start moaning and squirming. But get a hand, or even a finger, under her bra on skin normally covered and she was moaning and squirming. Holding her hand on mine to keep it there.
I also found that if I nibbled on her ear at the same time she was squirming and grinding, if I kept it up she would pull away and practically rip my jeans open to get at my cock. And man that girl could suck cock!
Up and down, fist and mouth, working my cock like a master, almost like she was addicted to sucking cock, and NOTHING was going to stop her until I blasted down her throat. Putting my hand on the back of her head just spurned her on.
"Come on Donny," suck and slurp, twist and lick. "Give it to me, you know you want to cum in my mouth," twist and suck, jam me against the back of her mouth. Mmmmmmm Mmmmmmmm she hummed around me.
"COMMMIIINNNGGGGG!" I grabbed the back of her head and held her there, pumping what I had into her waiting mouth.
Now before you ladies go screaming at me, there was a reason for holding her head down on me...
... and a reason to have an old mattress in the back of my Jeep. "Get your ass back there Mister." Patty was hobbling out the door and around to the back of my Jeep, kicking her boots off and pealing her jeans and panties down as she hopped over the tailgate. Patty lay back on the mattress, spread those short legs and grinned, "EAT!"
Now Patty might have been short and 'titless' as she said it, but she had the SWEETEST pussy I had ever had the pleasure to lick. Not that I had all that many opportunities mind you, only a few, um, it was only when Patty was pissed at me, really...
Mmmmm, listening to her hiss as I take my first taste of her sweet pussy. Running my tongue up between her lips as I spread her a little more, breaking the seal on her treasure. Her glistening pussy shining in the setting sun, licking and nibbling, pure nirvana as her juices coated my tongue.
I was thoroughly enjoying my work, listening to Patty's breath become a bit more ragged. "Donnnnny!"
"Hmmm?" looking up from my meal at her clenched teeth, death grip on her own chest.
Patty glared back at me, that oh so familiar glare, "You know what!"
I tipped my head back down and took another lick at her spread pussy, almost touching her clit, "You want me to lick a little higher?" licking the underside of her clit before lifting my head again.
"FFFFuuuuuu..." she glared back down at me, "you damn well know so."
"You know what I want." and went back to concentrating on her pussy, staying well away from her clit but thoroughly enjoying myself, and from her whimpering it wasn't exactly unpleasant for Patty, just not quite what she was after.
She made a noise and I looked up, keeping my tongue between her lips. Patty began unbuttoning her top, and when she opened it I moved up close to her clit and began teasing her lips with my spare hand. As she reached for the clasp between the cups I nudged her pussy with my fingers.
Patty separated the cups to reveal those soft puffy tipped tits and I moved up to her clit and slid my fingers in while watching the sheer delight on her face, her eyes roll in her head as she got a twisting death grip on the little nipples that had appeared on the tips of those puffy nipples, just barely bigger than a decent pencil eraser, but evidentially enough to get a grip on.
Feeling Patty move under me as I slid my fingers in to her G-spot, barely able to reach it, but when I did her pussy began to tremble. A little more sucking and nibbling on her clit with a few well timed nips and Patty was returning the favor, releasing her juices to my waiting mouth. Sliding down from her clit and pulling my finger from her to support her butt and hold her pussy to my face as I did my best to get every drop from her.
I slid up beside her, cupping those now bare tits, feeling her nipple attempt to harden again but not really getting there. I was caressing the underside, listening to Patty sigh, then she brought her hands up to cover them, realizing there were bare for me to see. I lifted her hand away and leaned in to kiss her nipple.
"Dooon't."
"Patty, I already know what they look like."
In the two years we had progressed from a little kissing and groping to actually getting each other off, Patty had only recently given in to letting me look at her chest, and this was the second time she had actually relaxed enough not to immediately cover up.
"But they're so..." Patty was actually relenting to my moving her hand away, and in the fading light she wasn't that well lit, but more than enough for me to find my target.
"Oh come on, just because you got a pair of mosquito bites doesn't mean I don't want to play with them once in a while."
"WHAT!"
I put my hand over her tits, "They fit real nice in the palm of my hand, I can feel them almost to my fingers if I get a good grip." I pressed into her chest, and they flattened out to just touch the base of my thumb and fingers.
All of a sudden she was crying and pulling her clothes back on. Before I could pull my pants up she was off the tail gate and was fast walking back up the road.
I managed to get my pants up, flip the tail gate up, and get the truck turned around. I caught up with her just as she was cresting the hill.
"Patty..."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"What? What did I say?"
"YOU... YOU... ARGGGHHHH!!" and she turned her head to look away as she picked up her pace.
"Come on Patty. It's ten miles back into town."
"I can make it just fine on my own!"
"It's almost dark. At least let me get you over to Pam's."
She stopped and glared at me, then "FINE!" She stormed to the passenger door, got in and SLAMMED it closed and stayed right next to it looking out the window.
I hadn't even stopped completely and she was out of the truck and storming off.
Well so much for taking her to the party tonight.
I didn't see her at the party that night, and by the end of the week she was hanging with Derrick, the football captain.
Over the next few months 'til graduation I got a mixed bag of looks from Patty. Either a dirty scowl, particularly if I was talking with another girl, or a nose in the air grin if she was hanging onto Derrick's arm.
So I spent most of the last two months in town alone. Not that it really mattered since I was headed off to college after graduation. Well not directly.
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I had a dream job for the summer. Uncle Kyle had a piece of property up near Lake Ozark, and he had a friend that had a small marina / boat shop near Osage Beach. Come summer he rented Jet Ski's and other small craft to the summer tourists and college kids out partying.
As in Party Cove partying!
My job for the summer was to help with the rentals and do minor repairs. Being a farm boy I was pretty handy with tools and repairs. Heck I was in the process of restoring grandpas '42 Super Jeep.
All the comers and goers were NICE! And many of the ladies were already bouncing along in bikini tops.
But I lived for the 'Emergency' runs. Invariably by midafternoon somebody would run out of gas and we'd get a call on the radio to come get them out of trouble.
We had two rescue boats. If we were in a hurry and the water wasn't too bad, we had a small air boat. Otherwise we had the beast. It started life out many years ago as a sixteen foot Jon Boat.
Carry had added three inches of foam and an inner shell painted with bed liner. Even with the auxiliary tanks full and the forty horse power engine it would just float with the plug pulled. I could tow two large Jet Ski's, or three of the small ones. There was enough in the auxiliary tanks to fill a large Jet Ski four times over.
Carry just grinned at me when I raced off for a fuel run. I'd toss two jerry cans in for extra capacity.
Emergency fuel runs are double the fuel cost per gallon on top of the service call. I could give them a gallon so they could get back to the marina to fill up, or they could pay the high price for a full tank.
And while the one gallon was cheaper in the short run, two very undesirable things were looming if they did that.
First was the real danger of getting a BWI if they went back to fill up at the dock. The water patrol kept a close eye on party cove, and if you had enough to drink you ran out of gas, there was very little chance of escaping a BWI.
The second, and much more dire in my opinion, was the girls would have to get dressed. By midafternoon bikini tops were a rare find, tits were out and oiled! What there was for bottoms were pulled in and tight, and on a few of the fancier boats they were gone completely. Shaved pussy galore!
Once I filled the tank of the wayward Jet Ski and ogling the operator barely attempting to cover her bare tits with her life jacket, I put my sign up and started trolling along all the delicious sights.
My sign gave the price of gas ( one dollar per gallon higher than the pump price), and cash only.
Now most of the big boats had no need, but a few of the smaller ones, and many of the Jet Ski's of all sizes, were running low by this point. They could curtail their activities for the afternoon, or pay for the fill up.
Very rarely did I leave the cove with any fuel in the auxiliary tanks, and a few times a topless girl talked me into selling some of my fuel. I grinned when one of them even stripped off even her bottoms and spread her legs masturbating as I filled her tank. I LOVE low volume fuel pumps!
She was laying back on the seat spreading her pussy with one hand as the other dipped in and out. I looked at her pussy, then back up to her grin. I started to lean down to her pussy and stopped to look up at her face. She merely grinned and spread even further.
A nice moan from her, and a quieter one from me as I dipped my tongue into nirvana. Her hand coming to my head accompanied by several feminine hoots and hollers was followed shortly by her screaming orgasm.
I shut the pump down still glancing at her open inflamed pussy. She reached for my hard cock, "How about a discount for a favor?" as she slowly stroked my cock through my trunks.
I grinned looking directly at her dribbling pussy, "Sorry, not my fuel."
She gave me one last squeeze, then dipped her fingers in her pussy and wiped them on her nipples. "Your loss."
I chuckled, she stood up and bent over as she pulled away wiggling her bare ass as she did.
Carry would shake his head grinning as I topped off the tanks and paid him in cash for what I sold pocketing my 'overhead'. "You know Bob, you should be paying me for letting you see all the naked ladies."
But alas the summer of lust and ogling came to an end and I had to return to the real world, college.
I put the tow bar on the Yugo and off I went to Lawrence. Yes I got a few looks, a Willy's Super Jeep, that's a six by six for those of you that don't know, pulling a little Yugo. The jeep was operational, but just barely, and the Yugo got more than triple the mileage and was a whole lot easier to park around the college.
I still smile at grandpa's story of how he acquired it.
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Grandpa had gotten off the plane in San Diego and had just gone through discharge.
"Sargent Mason!"
"Sir!" he turned to see a Captain standing there.
"Colonel Anders needs a lift and he's headed your direction."
"Yes sir!"
"Grab your gear and be back here in fifteen minutes."
"Sir, yes Sir!"
He went to grab his duffel from the pile and came back to see a Colonel coming from the officers' quarters on crutches heading for a Jeep.
Grandpa helps him with his bag and they head off after stopping at the fuel depot to top off and grab some extra jerry cans. It was going to be a two hour drive.
Everything went fine for the drive, grandpa even helped the Colonel up to his house and got his bags for him.
"Colonel, where should I park the Jeep?"
"What Jeep?"
"Your Jeep sir, where should I park it?"
"Mine? I thought it was yours."
They stared at each other for a bit, then laughed.
"Sargent, I have no idea. They are sending most of them to the scrap yards."
"Oh, um..."
The Colonel winked at grandpa, "Sargent, I have no idea where Corporal Smith went after he dropped us off."
Grandpa said it took him a second to realize what he Colonel said, then he grinned and saluted. "I'll be sure to pass that along if anyone asks Colonel."
Grandpa said it took him a week to drive it back to Arkansas, and he grinned the whole way.
He drove it for several years before parking it. And it sat under the lean to for at least twenty before I took an interest in it. When grandpa gave it to me for my eighteenth birthday it became a real project.
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So I pulled around the back of the rental house after unhooking the Yugo and covered the Jeep with a tarp. It would be a while before I would get back to working on it with the vagaries of starting collage.
*Before -- Part 2*
This summer would be different. Last year between freshman and sophomore years I did the summer job at the marina again, and I just hated having to work around all those micro and sling bikinis at Party Cove. If it hadn't been for mirrored sun glasses I would have been murdered several times over ogling all the barely covered pussies.
This year I wasn't going to get the chance. It would be a lot better money, but not near the scenery.
With my engineering courses I had made quite a few friends, and one of them had money. Not Billionaire money, but a nice life style and didn't have to work during college money.
Clark's dad had purchased a small yacht that had an engine fire at an insurance auction. Since it had burnt, he had the transom and engine compartment rebuilt to convert it from standard engine and prop over to an L-line, and added bow thruster for maneuverability.
The big boat yard had done that part of the change and getting it water tight again. My part was getting all the controls redone and installing all the new electronics as soon as they got it out of dry dock and into the water.
So basically I was getting paid to live on a small yacht and tinker with all the neat toys for the summer!
I went down to the marina office to see about going through all the shipments that had arrived over the previous month.
"Well look at what the cat dragged in. You finally showed up to get some real work done?"
I grinned looking at Carrie, short shorts and a tiny bikini top over a very small chest. Not much for tits, but a very nice lump of nipple jiggling behind there. "Na, just coming down to see what kind of presents they sent me."
She grinned, "So you're not here to make all the party cove runs? There's going to be a lot of disappointed ladies down there."
"Yeah right, they'd have to be sober to even remember what day it was, much less the guy on the gas boat."
I heard a roaring laughter as Carry came out from the back room.
She put her thumb over her shoulder and winked at me, "I can't send him down there. He gets one good look at all those bare boobs and he'd have a heart attack."
Carry wrapped his arms around Carrie and attacked her neck, "More like I'd scoot back here and attack you until you couldn't walk straight."
"Promises, promises."
Carry nipped at her neck one last time. "Hey Bob, I got a whole back room full. I think I kept most of the drive system stuff near the door. Figured you'd want to get that going first."
"I appreciate that, motors, generator, then the toys."
We hauled a small stack of boxes out to the Jeep.
"This thing is coming right along."
"Yeah, I found a guy that does all the old wire looms in the old cloth covered wire. It wasn't cheap, but it sure does look better than the rats' nest Gramps had."
Carry sighed, "I heard he passed. I tried to get to the funeral but I didn't hear about it until two days before."
"I figured something like that."
Carry grinned, "I can still remember the day he drove this thing in. I got a four day bus ride, he had a week long drive. I'm still not sure who got the better deal."
I chuckled, "I wonder if anyone ever asked that Colonel where it disappeared to?"
We both had a good laugh at that.
"So, I had them put it in down at the far slip. It's a little more than you need, but you can park right next to the gang way."
"Thanks Carry."
We shook hands and I drove down to the slip. This would be the first time I had actually laid eyes on her. Bigger than I anticipated. Even after all the work done to fit the new engines she still had a faint aroma of smoke.
I went below deck and stick my head in the engine room. SSHHHIIIIIITTTTT...
When he said they did a minimal install, he wasn't kidding. They took out enough of the old equipment to be able to get the new in, and that was it. There was the local panel on the side of the control system, and a fuel line ran to a twenty five gallon barrel. It was going to take me a week at least just to get all the old stuff off the walls and up and out.
And until that was done, no shore power, which meant no running water, and subsequently no head.
I was glad I brought some extension cords and work lights. Carry loaned me a shore power adapter so I could at least plug a few things in. By nine o'clock that night I discovered what my first purchase tomorrow would be. A window air conditioner and a piece of plywood to mount it in a window!
So I spent the next day just making it livable. A better part of that making a level spot to mount the residential AC in a yacht window that slanted. Luckily the mini refrigerator and micro were one ten, the water pump was dual voltage so I could make a temporary change on an extension cord, and the water heater was propane with an auxiliary engine heat exchanger.
It wasn't pretty, but I had the basics, just not all in one spot.
I had the window AC and the relocated mini fridge and micro in the main cabin. The shower in the forward cabin, and if I really wanted to torture myself in the heat I could cook ( read burn ) something on the stove in the galley. I stuck to my little Weber on the back deck for burgers. Thank god the couch was wide and soft, until I had true shore power the rest of the boat was a sauna.
And speaking of a sauna, there is the engine room. I had the top covers and the hall door open. Only two box fans borrowed from Carry made it tolerable. That and several dips in the lake off the tail made it bearable that week.
"Well you are still alive."
I stepped to the open hatch and looked up to a delicious sight. "Hey Carrie." I was taking in her legs, a nice hint of camel toe in her low cut shorts, and of course a nice small bikini. She didn't have much for tits, but she had no problem letting a nice bit of nipple stand out. Unfortunately I didn't have my sun glasses on so it was just a quick look. "Alive is about all I'll claim right now."
"Well if you're still alive in a few hours, I'm putting burgers on around seven. You still like yours barely dead?" she grinned.
"Yeah right."
Carrie chuckled, "See you in a little while."
Well hell, it wasn't like I was punching a clock. I drug myself up and rolled over the side, the cooling water just draining the heat from me. The bad part was going back into the AC to get changed. I came thiiiis close to just dropping back on the couch and crashing.
I managed to get some clean shorts and a t-shirt on and amble down to their house boat tied up behind the store barge.
I was damn glad I remembered my sunglasses. Carrie was bent slightly over the grill, the sunlight casting just the right angle through her crotch outlining her camel toe. Her shorts riding up nice and deep between her cheeks.
"You can't have her, she's all mine," Carry said as he came past me and cupped Carrie's ass and gave it a nice squeeze.
"ACH!" Carrie screamed as she stood and began waving her spatula at Carry like a weapon. "You behave old man."
He grabbed the weapon hand and wrapped his other arm around her, that hand going straight for her ass again. "Aw babe, you know I can't resist that delicious ass of yours."
"Uh huh."
"That's why you wear these shorts isn't it?" He got a better grip on her ass and gave it another squeeze eliciting another soft moan. "You know when I see you in them I want to caress and lick and nibble until you scream."
"Behave," she said without a lot of meaning behind it. "You'll put all sorts of nasty thoughts in Bob's mind."
I saw Carry's other hand disappear, and from Carrie's moan I would bet it was now cupping one of those little tits trapped between them. "I hate to tell you dear, but I would bet that ship sailed a looooong time ago." Finishing off the sentence with a nice deep kiss.
I grinned, they had been together for the last twenty years since his first wife left him for life in the big city. 'And I thank god every day she did,' Carrie would say. Carry was nearing retirement age, and she had him acting like a teenager on his first date every day since they met.
It was a nice evening with friends. Burgers done to perfection with just the barest hint of pink, baked beans and chips. Just your average gourmet meal in the Ozarks.
"So how's it going down there?" Carry asked.
"Not bad, I have just about all the old stuff loose and up out of the way. Should start on setting the new panel around the middle of the week."
"The deck looked like a junk yard," Carrie said.
I shrugged, "Most of it will go, but I didn't want to throw away anything until I get the new stuff in place."
"So that means I'll get my box fans back next week." He grinned and winked, "It's been hell with an overheated woman around all the time."
"Overheated my ass."
"Well yeah, it is a nice hot ass."
Carrie groaned and rolled her eyes having walked into that one, then jumped up and landed on Carry's lap and proceeded to wrap her arms around his head and try and suffocate him.
I left to the sounds of wet sloppy kisses and a moaning woman.
I staggered back to the yacht and jacked off to the memory of that tight camel toe and little nipple bumps before dropping into bed.
By Wednesday I had the new transfer panel mounted. By Thursday I had the high voltage circuits in place, and started in on the low voltage Friday morning. If all went well I would have true shore power for the weekend.
Of course everything went just perfectly on a Friday afternoon right? Late in the day I discovered that instead of two boxes of lug connectors, they sent one box of lug and one box of spade. And the supply house was on the other side of the lake and closing in forty five minutes.
I slipped on one of my muscle t-shirts and jogged down to the store. "Hey Carry, can I use the beast to run over to Ogden's?"
"Sorry Bob, Carrie left on a fuel run about fifteen minutes ago."
"Ah hell, any of the big Jet Ski's available?"
"There all out."
"Well hell, I'll never make it around there before they close if I have to drive around the shore road."
"Um, I could run you over I guess." I heard from behind me as Carry grinned.
I turned to see a huge set of tits on a gorgeous blond. Her bright yellow bikini a mere stripe down the center of her tits and the G-string barely covering her slit. The orange life preserver hanging just outside those tits just emphasizing their size by comparison.
"Okay, we have to hurry if I'm going to make it."
"Okay!" she said with a grin.
I grabbed the box of wrong connectors and we headed out the door.
"I'll let them know you're headed over to the dock side," I heard Carry call out.
I grabbed a life vest and we hopped on her Jet Ski. A quick stop at the fuel pump to top off the tank to make the trip over and back and we were off.
I did grin once we got out on the lake, once I opened it up we were bouncing along pretty good, and she had to wrap her arms around to hold on tight. Her big tits pressed into my back, one arm across just under mine, and the other really low on my belly. If I had my cock up instead of down my shorts she'd be feeling it growing under her hand. The little wiggle of fingers told me that's exactly what she was looking for.
Stew was walking to the end of the dock as we approached. I pulled up enough to swap boxes and we were headed back. Yeah, there was definitely some titty grinding going on.
I pulled up to the tail of the boat and I grabbed a brace to let her get off so I could. I grabbed the bow rope to keep it near so she could step back on. "Just swing back by the store and tell Carry to fill you up on my account."
"Oh, okay." She turned to the Jet Ski, then turned back. "Could I, um, could I use your bathroom?"
I almost corrected her but didn't, "It's a bit of a mess right now, but sure. In through the main cabin, then down the steps and second door on your right."
She grinned, "Thanks," and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.
I tied off her Jet Ski and heard her life preserver hit the deck. I turned to a cock hardening sight. She was going up the ladder, that little string across her back, and an equally small one splitting her rosebud. I'm not entirely positive her G-string actually covered her slit completely.
I grinned as I watched her walk away as I stripped off my t-shirt. I grabbed the box of connectors and went down the ladder into the engine room. I was just getting ready to start crimping connectors when I heard her above me.
"Wow, that's pretty big motor."
I turned and looked up and saw sex on legs. Her bikini top had been pulled in enough to let the edges of her areola show. She was squatted down with legs spread just enough to not block any vision of her crotch. And no, her G-string didn't completely cover her slit.
"They look brand new," never making any attempt to obscure her crotch.
"They were just put in. Upgraded to hydraulic L drives from the old prop system. Once I get the transfer switch in and energized I can get the rest of the power up and running."
She looked over her shoulder pivoting her upper body letting her legs spread a little more, then turned back letting that little G-string pull up into her pussy even more. It was in danger of disappearing between her lips as it was.
"So that's what all this stuff is huh."
She turned back to look once more and her G-string was gone for all intents and purposes, just the little line of color up between her lips.
"And you're doing all this yourself?"
I shrugged, "Keeps me out of trouble."
"So how long before you have things back to normal?"
"Probably sometime this weekend. Then I have to start in on all the new electronics."
Her eyes lit up, "Sounds expensive."
I laughed at her response, "It's just money."
When she stood up the G-string disappeared, just a little yellow string coming up out of her slit with no sign of a tan line. She turned to go back to her Jet Ski, and I came up the ladder.
"Well I need to get going, my girlfriends are going to wonder if I've been kidnapped."
I laughed.
She bent over to get her life jacket bending at the waist with feet lightly spread showing her full back side, then turned and stood to put it on somehow managing to let her top slip from one tit. Large tan areola with a tiny nipple in the center.
"You mind if I stop back by and see how you're progressing?"
I glanced down at her tit momentarily from behind my sunglasses. "No problem."
"Is it okay if my girlfriends come along? I wouldn't want them to feel I've abandoned them."
I chuckled, "No problem, I'm going to be here for quite a while getting this thing ready."
"Great!"
I got a quick peck on the lips and she slid down to her Jet Ski. I shook my head, in that amount of time her bikini top had slid completely outside her tits as she waved goodbye.
I decided to call it a night and went in to stroke one off to the memory of her on display and just enjoy some decent porn.
By mid-day Saturday I had it wired, and by that evening I had it programmed. Sunday was putting everything back in place to get the boat to something resembling normal.
Well the basic systems at least. At this point it was a high dollar day cruiser. Nothing on the bridge connected to anything in the engine room. But at least I was sleeping on a bed and not walking into a sauna when I stepped out of the shower. I grinned, and the spa was filling as we speak!
I cleaned things up on deck Monday morning before it got too hot, then started the engines. Everything was in the green. I triggered the transfer switch from shore to the new engine generator, and within a few minutes things were bogging down and I had warning lights.
Many phone calls and hours later we discovered the problem. Seems somebody diverted a package headed to Melbourne up to us. Problem was Australia is 50hz, not 60hz. So we had a replacement control board on the way. Good thing we didn't need to be underway for the week we had to wait on it to arrive.
So with that crisis averted, it was time to start in on the bridge. Most of the current equipment was several years old, and my instructions were 'to dispose of it'. That left quite a few options open for a creative young mind.
Most of it I simply put notices up on several local bulletin boards of equipment for sale after an upgrade. The longest I had a unit was three days. Well except for the radar unit. That went to Carry and Carrie for their houseboat.
She was constantly scolding him for running in low visibility when they headed south for the winter. In exchange for the unit, I got a hand written 'slip rental receipt' for my expenses to put against my project income, and many good home cooked meals. The food was almost more important than the money
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I had just rolled out of bed Wednesday and was coming out of the head when I heard footsteps.
"Helloooooo, anybody hooome."
I went up the stairs to see my blonde from the other day, as well as a similarly endowed bleach blond, and a petite brunette. The blondes in equally micro day glow green and orange bikinis, the brunette in a nice bright royal blue 'regular' bikini. A little bigger chested than Carrie, and a lot more nipple bump!
"High," I said wishing I had grabbed my sunglasses so I could ogle.
"High, um, you said we could stop back by."
I chuckled, from what they had with them this wasn't quite the social visit. Big floppy hats and shoulder bags. A sheer skirt on the blonds only drawing your eye to the micro bikini on under it. The brunette actually had a pair of shorts on.
"You just stopping by, or are you going to stay a while?" glancing down at their big bags.
There was a quick dirty glance from the brunette to my blonde.
"Well if you don't mind. The beaches are getting a bit crowded to really work on our tans." Of course this was said as her fingers strummed the strap of her bikini top indicating she'd rather not wear it.
I laughed, she smiled. "Well I'm going to be working in the bridge today, but you're more than welcome to spread out out here..." and looked directly at her.
It took her a second, then she grinned and held her hand out. "I guess I didn't give you my name the other day. I'm, Amber, this is Ruby," pointing to the other blonde, "and that's Whitney."
Ruby grinned and nodded.
Whitney smiled and stepped forward with hand extended. "Pleased to meet you," with the HOTTEST English accent I had ever heard.
I could only stare at her for a moment, then mentally shook my head to re-engage my brain. "There are some cushions on the side bench if you want. There isn't much else aboard until I finish the refit."
I still had Whitney's hand, she grinned at me as she pulled if from my fingers. "Um, where's the head?"
I grinned, she had been around boats before. "Down the steps, second door on your right."
I turned to watch her walk away, and even in her deck shoes she had the loveliest wiggle to her ass. And I'm not an ass man in particular...
By the time I turned around Amber and Ruby had drug the cushions over to a semi clear spot on the deck with tits hanging and jiggling and were spreading towels. I watched them a little while, but when I heard Whitney's footstep on the stairs I tuned and headed down to the engine room.
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ack to the local control panel on the side of the control box. By the time I had the old stuff out I had one hell of an addition to my growing copper wire pile on the deck.
Of course I had to check on the girls laid out on the deck as I took each bundle to the pile. Amber and Ruby with their miniscule tops laid out beside them. Whitney was laying on hers, and had only pulled her bottoms in a little. I saw her raise her head and look to port. I grinned, Henery you dirty old man.
I kneeled down beside them. "Henery's harmless. His wife would kill him if he did anything more than look. But if you want to, you can lay out on the main cabin roof in front of the bridge and hang your towels on the rail for some privacy."
Amber and Ruby rolled to one side, each leaving a big tit hanging there in plain view.
Whitney rolled just enough to look at me, but not bare anything. "So then we'd be laid out right in front of where you are working so you can look at us." God that accent!
I smiled and shrugged, "I'm going to look at you regardless of where you are."
She snorted, "Typical bloke."
Of course Amber and Ruby had rolled to sit up not covering their chests. Whitney held her top to her chest, then slid her fingers up to tie the strings behind her neck. I enjoyed the momentary slip as she took the tension. A nice sized areola on a small tit and a decent nipple. From the quick look I'd say she had bigger nipples than her two compatriots.
I grinned as I stepped to the bridge. Amber and Ruby had dropped their tops as they arranged the towels for a privacy curtain on the side rail, and even though the sun was port side aft, they both laid with legs spread right at the bridge windows. Whitney shook her head and laid across the bow above their heads in profile to me on her back and undid her top enough to uncover to just above her nipples.
I went back to work, but with many looks through the windows. I was getting the last of the helm controls in place when there was a knock on the window. I looked up to see two kneeling women grinning at me. I cracked the window, "Yes?"
"Um, would you mind if we...?" and tugged on the side ties of their bikini's.
I grinned, like they could really bare much more, "Not at all, feel free."
"Told ya!" Ruby screeched and slipped the ties right there in front of the window. Her clean shaved pussy opening slightly at their spread knee position. I grinned as they turned around and put their asses and bare pussies in the air momentarily as they laid back down. Mostly from what I saw of them, but partially of what I saw behind them.
Evidentially Whitney had fallen asleep. I'm assuming so, because she had let her bikini top slip down baring two lovely points of tit pointing straight up. And nice brown areola a little larger than a silver dollar with a lovely crinkled nub in the middle, a little smaller than a mini marshmallow but looking all the larger on her small tit.
Rising and falling in the afternoon sun. Standing proud making me want to go out there and nibble on it for a while. I did manage to look away for a while.
Amber and Ruby had decided that the inside of their legs and pussies needed a good tan. Knees were up and spread putting them on display right in front of my eyes. And while I did make me hard looking at them displaying themselves to me, I saw something else up beyond the spread legs in the afternoon sun that really disappointed me. Two set of scars.
I shook my head, IMPLANTS.
No wonder they looked like identical sets of tits. From eight feet away their scars looked identical, the profile of their tits looked identical. I would bet they used the same doctor they looked so identical... And now that I knew to look, yeah, the slight ripple where fake sat on top of real. They probably weren't that much different from Whitney before the implants.
I enjoyed the look up between legs at shaved and slightly spread pussies, but when I went down to the head to stroke one out, it was Whitney's real tits I pictured standing up proud as I came.
I chuckled as Whitney woke up, then realized her chest was bare. She gasped and pulled her top up looking to see if I saw her. She was wide eyed as she saw me looking at her, then smiled when I pouted at her. 'They look delicious' I mouthed to her.
She gasped, then shook her finger at me. I smiled and blatantly looked down at her covered tits. She shook her finger at me, but when she rolled over she left her top beside her giving me a momentary look at her hanging tits. They still looked edible.
By the end of the day, in spite of my two sluts in front of the window, I had the control console connected and mounted. I'd wait until morning to test it.
"I'm calling in some pizza, you guys sticking around for a while?"
As expected, Amber and Ruby came up to their elbows leaving tits hanging. "Sure!" they called out together.
The delivery boy was practically drooling at my two barely covered blonds, topless and a sheer skirt really didn't cover much. Whitney grinned at his predicament.
"What do you guys want to drink?"
"Got any wine coolers?" Ruby asked.
"Nope, no alcohol on board while I'm working on engines and control systems."
"Oh," she said a bit dejectedly.
"Somebody's life may depend on my not screwing something up."
"Oh, I see." Clearly she didn't really, but Whitney smiled and nodded.
"So I have Pepsi, Root Beer, OJ, and milk."
The blonds had Pepsi, Whitney root beer, and I had milk.
It was a bit of a subdued evening, and around eight I called it a night. "I'm sorry ladies, but I have to be up and at 'em tomorrow morning for a systems check. We're going to have to call it a night."
They looked like they wanted to protest, but Whitney stood up and got her bag and hat, and gave me a nice peck on the cheek.
I put my hand in her lower back to keep her from stepping away quickly. "Will I be seeing you guys tomorrow?"
Whitney chuckled, then spoke softly. "Don't think there's much you haven't seen."
"We'll be here!" Amber and Ruby sang out.
I let my hand slide down to her ass as she turned to follow them. She turned back grinning and shaking her finger at me.
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I was in the middle of testing when the girls showed back up, and they went straight to the cabin roof and spread out. They didn't even ask if it was okay to strip down nude, but with the little sheer white bikini's they had on today it didn't really matter.
Whitney had on a blue bikini again today, but a little smaller, a different shade, nice and shiny and a WHOLE lot thinner. It clung to her tits and mound like a second skin. The sound of three lovely women oiling up wafting through the open bow window kept my attention for a while.
After a bit of back and forth with the system I managed to find the problem with a few hiccups. A lose ground tightened down later and it was running nice and smooth, even at a bare idle.
I had just crawled down off the bridge roof from setting the new GPS antenna, stepping between Ambers legs after she pulled them up high and wide, when my cell phone rang.
"Hello," I answered entering the main cabin, turning to lean back against the bridge controls.
"Hey Donald, thought I'd check in and see how it was going."
"Not too bad, the generator replacement board should be in sometime this week. I tested the new console and it's up and running. Just getting started on the electronic mapping system. If I don't have any problems with that it should be up by end of day. That leaves the radios and some miscellaneous before I start on the entertainment systems."
"Sounds like you still have a lot to go."
"Shouldn't be too bad. I have a wet wall I can run cable through so it's been going pretty easy. I'm guessing around two to three weeks before I turn her over to you."
"Like you really want to go back to school." He chuckled.
I grinned, "Yeah it's been a real hardship working down here."
"Okay, I'll check back in with you in a few weeks."
I turned back to the windows to get another look at my hardship conditions, and Amber and Ruby were gone and Whitney was packing up. "Where you going?"
"Heading out. Amber left all pissed you lied to her."
I came around the outside as she was crawling down from the cabin roof. "Lied to her about what?"
"Owning this boat," she said as she was headed for the gang way.
"I never said I owned this boat, she never asked."
Whitney stopped just short of the gang way and turned slowly. I put my hands up in surrender. "Honest. I just met her the other day. She gave me a lift across the lake to the supply house. She just kinda invited herself over."
She slumped against the rail, then a horn sounded from the parking lot. Whitney looked that direction, "Bloody hell."
God that accent... "You don't have to go if you don't want to, or I can give you a lift if you need it."
The horn sounded again, then a moment later there was squealing tires on the pavement. She hung her head then looked up at me smiling at her. "We were sharing a room."
"Do you still want to?"
"Huh?"
"You can stay here if you want."
"WHAT!"
"No no, not like that. There's three cabins, and the doors lock."
"Uh huh," she said with a grin.
I smiled back at her, "Okay, maybe a little like that."
Whitney snorted.
"But seriously. I can give you a lift, or you can crash here if you want. No strings."
"Amber does get a bit daft when she doesn't get her way."
"Well no pressure. I'm going to go back and finish the electronic mapping system. Just let me know if you need anything."
I went back to the bridge, and in a little while I had the system in place and let it download all its updates. I was just unpacking the radios to get a game plan in my head for tomorrow when Whitney came into the bridge.
"So who does own the boat?" she said leaning against one console.
I sat back in the captain's chair, "The father of one of the guys I go to school with. He bought it at an insurance auction. It had an engine fire. The boat yard updated the engines, and I'm doing up the controls, then updating the electronics and then the entertainment system."
She walked to what I had done so far and ran her hand over it, seeming to approve. "So tell me about Bob."
I grinned, 'Bob'. "Well born and raised in North West Arkansas. My parents were killed in a car accident when I was little. Raised by my grandparents on the farm. I'm in my third year of structural engineering. I've been coming down here working summers for several years. Since I tinker with things I managed to get this gig for the summer. So who's Whitney?"
She smiled, such a twinkle in her eye. "Well born in Tennessee, dad's an ambassador so we've been all over the world. Mum is an English teacher." Her voice changed a bit. "Proper English, not this muckety muck spoken in the colonies." Then she laughed, probably at my expression.
I was probably still a bit dumbfounded at her accent, and the 'proper British' just got to me.
"We spent the last several years in Brighton. The folks are back in the states until dad gets his next assignment. I'm looking around at Uni to see where I want to go."
"What are you studying?"
"Business, I figure I can go just about anywhere with that. Settle down somewhere, or travel with mum and dad if I want."
"Um, I was going to put a burger on the grill for supper. Should I put an extra one on?"
Whitney smiled, "Sure."
I got the grill started, then prepped the burgers. Just as I was putting the burgers on Whitney came up from below decks. She had changed into a short skirt, not quite mid-thigh, and a light tank top. Obviously not braless, but not padded from the hint of nipple I was seeing.
I watched her walking around the deck taking things in, the little sway to her hips as she walked. Pausing momentarily at the covered spa, before coming back over to the grill.
"I don't have much to put on them, I'm kinda a meat and potatoes guy. I have Swiss cheese if you want."
"So no big fancy nosh then?"
"Oh, well um. I guess I could get some..."
Whitney smiled, "No worries. Burgers and crisps are just fine."
That smile would melt the polar caps, "Okay, it'll be just a few minutes. How do you want your burger?"
"Medium to medium well please."
"As the lady wishes."
Whitney giggled.
She kept wandering as I cooked the burgers, stopping by the spa and lifting the corner to see if it was operational.
"We can hop in there later if you want."
She turned to me blushing, "Oh, um, my bikini isn't really made for swimming. I didn't bring an actual swimming costume."
I looked down her body and back up smiling, "I won't tell if you don't."
She gasped, then shook her finger at me. "You're a right cheeky bugger aren't you?"
I just smiled and took another slow scan of her body, then shrugged and went back to the burgers.
We chatted about little things while eating, and I caught a few of her quick glances at the spa.
I gathered up our trash and grinned to myself. "Well I'm going to grab a towel and hop in the spa. You're welcome to join me of you wish. If you're staying tonight feel free to take either of the state rooms at the bottom of the stairs."
I think I heard her gulp as I walked by her.
I grabbed a towel from the closet, then grinned and grabbed a second one just in case and headed back up to the main deck.
Whitney was still sitting by the grill as I came back up. I turned away a little, but enough I could see her reflection in the glass as I stripped my shirt off. She was watching me as I stripped off my shoes and socks and began sliding my jeans down. As I grabbed the waist of my shorts she scurried to the stairs. Oh well, it was a fantasy any way.
I eased down into the hot water. I think this was going to be the part I missed most going back to school. Kicked back in the hot water, jets playing on my back, a bit of steam rising from the surface with just enough of a breeze to clear it every so often. Kicking my head back to see all the stars laid out like a blanket.
I was getting lost in the Milky Way when I heard a throat clear. I looked over and my jaw probably dropped. There was Whitney standing there wrapped in a towel. She was the definition of innocence standing there, and then... "Damn..."
The towel was now in a ring around her feet... I think. That's where it should be. But I couldn't look away to check. That twinkle in her eye, that impish grin. The curve of her neck down to the swell of her tits, like somebody had sliced a large pear in half and placed it just so on her chest. Nice firm nipples, and her areola crinkling up to present them even more. Just the barest of tan lines confirming she usually tanned topless.
Trimming down to a delicious waist with a cute little belly button, widening to flowing hips. Just the right mound with the tiniest tuft above her slit above an eye catching keyhole. A miniscule triangle of tan line drawing your eyes to her. Toned thighs and calves... oh yes, her towel did drop by her dainty feet. "Huh?"
"I said, is it safe to get in, or am I going to get ravaged?"
I smiled and stood offering my hand, my raging hard on just clearing the bubbling water. "Safe, reasonably. The ravaging is up for debate."
She giggled, but did take my hand. It was better to have her closer, but worse for her to be hidden underwater.
I probably made a total fool of myself staring at her, and I don't know for how long.
"I only have one question, why the hell are you not modeling somewhere?"
She gasped, then grinned at me. "No boobs."
"Like hell, they're perfect on you."
"And you're just a barmy bloke thinking with his John Thomas."
"Me and every other guy that sees you."
She groaned, giggled, and blushed.
We chatted a bit, I ogled as much as I could. Occasionally Whitney would rise out of the water enough to let her tits become visible, I'd grin, she'd ducked back under.
I had enough torture and was getting pruney. I stood, my hard on coming back as soon as I cleared the hot water. I kissed her palm, I kissed the inside of her wrist, I tried to pull her up so get another look at her tits, she shook her finger at me.
I dried off with my hard on standing achingly proud, then ambled off to my bedroom. My first stop to the head to jack off to the image I had in front of me the last hour. My toes curling as I shot cum half way up the wall, panting as my vision started to come back.
I staggered to the bed and dropped in. I dreamt of Whitney, sucking and nibbling on her tits, licking and then fucking her to one screaming orgasm after another. I woke around three with another raging hard on, and another raging shot of cum as I imagined her head kicked back in a screaming orgasm.
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I woke with a hard on again, and stroked one out to the fantasy of Whitney screaming in orgasm under me.
I staggered to the galley and grabbed an OJ. Luckily I wasn't drinking it when Whitney came in. She had stayed aboard last night, and she was a vision in the morning sun. A light pink tank top, the dark circle of areola showing she was obviously braless, and a medium blue short shorts, no sign of a panty line gave me hope. "Morning."
"Morning, sleep well?"
I shrugged, as best as I could with the image of your hot bod burned in my mind I thought to myself. "As well as can be expected."
She poked around a little, "So what do you do for breakfast around here?"
"I just head over to the marina."
"I didn't think they had a café."
"They don't, but I know the owners."
"Oh."
"Let me throw something on and we can run down there. I need to start picking up the pieces for the entertainment system anyway."
I caught one more look at her ass as I went down the stairs. Definitely no panty lines.
I pulled my jeans and a t-shirt on, but stopped at the base of the stairs looking up at Whitney. Leaning against the counter, a nice shadow of nipple in the morning sun across her chest.
I shook myself out of my fantasy and stepped up to the galley. I put my elbow out, and she snickered as she took my arm.
"I've never seen one like this before," she said looking the Jeep over.
"It's a six by six, they call it a Super Jeep. There were only fifteen made for the war. They had an anti-aircraft gun on them."
"Only fifteen?"
"Well only fifteen original ones. They made a lot of add on kits to make regular Jeeps into six by six's, but only fifteen of the true original ones. My grandpa brought it back when he was discharged."
We made our way to the store, I kept my hand in the small of Whitney's back as we went through the door.
Before the bell above the door had quit ringing, "Hey Bob, 'bout time you got with the living. I was about to throw your breakfast..." Carrie came around the corner and stopped cold seeing Whitney with me. "Hi."
"Hey Carrie, um, could I get you to split that?"
Carrie turned slowly, then went back to the kitchen. She evidentially had more in the skillet than she usually served me. We each got a full plate of scrambled eggs and fried cubed potatoes.
"What would you like to drink?" she asked Whitney as she set an OJ in front of me.
"OJ would be fine."
Carrie looked at me, then glanced at Whitney several times.
"Oh yeah. Carrie, this is Whitney. Whitney, Carrie."
Carrie snickered, "He can be a bit slow at times."
Whitney snickered, I shook my finger at Carrie.
We had just about finished breakfast when I heard the beast pull in. Shortly thereafter Carry came walking through with a big grin on his face. "Bobby boy, whose Wheaties did you piss in this morning?"
"Huh?"
"Couple of bimbos came through this morning all riled up."
"CARRY!"
Carry cringed, "Excuse me. A couple of young blond ladies with more silicone than IQ came through this morning ripping you up one side and down the other."
Carrie just glared at him, Whitney grinned.
"Um, one blond, one extreme beach blond, both in micro bikinis?"
"Sounds about right."
Whitney chuckled.
"They assumed I owned the yacht, and were rather upset when they discovered their assumptions were wrong... three days after inviting themselves aboard."
Carrie and Carry both laughed, we joined then shortly.
Carrie gave Carry a quick kiss, "You had it right the first time dear. Bimbo gold diggers."
Carry reached out and got a good grip on Carrie's ass.
"ACH! You behave old man."
"That's not what you said last night."
She was about to retort when the front bell rang. She scowled at his grin and ducked through the curtain.
I looked at Carry, "You wanna give me a hand loading the data rack?"
We loaded that and several other things in the back of the Jeep and headed back to the boat.
Whitney helped with the boxes, but the data rack was too heavy for her to carry even one end, it was almost beyond me and Carry's. But where there's a will there's a way. We unboxed it out in the parking lot. Once the doors and extra shelves and such were taken out we had it no problem. A quick run to the pig sty known as Amber and Ruby's hotel room to get Whitney's stuff, and we were back at it.
It doesn't seem like much, but having someone to guide the wire as you pull it makes all the difference in the world. By late afternoon we had all three of the long pulls done I thought were going to be a nightmare, even with a few extra glances at tits and nipples down her tank top.
I turned to Whitney as I cut the feeds, "This is going so much faster with you helping." I leaned toward her to give her a peck on the cheek, but she turned and I got the edge of her mouth. "Oh, sorry."
I got busy picking up and getting a game plan for tomorrow. "So should I put burgers on again tonight, or should we call in a pizza order?"
I heard a grunt, and turned to see Whitney looking at the sky. She turned to me, "Does the galley work?"
"Uh huh."
"Is there a grocery store nearby?"
"Uh huh."
"How do I get there?"
"Garmin."
"Keys," holding out her hand.
"Stick shift."
"Keys," waiving her hand.
I grinned, "There aren't any."
I grinned again, it was her turn to say "Huh?"
"Forty two government Jeep. Master switch on the dash and a peg on the floor. I just have a lockout switch."
"Oh."
I took her out to the Jeep and punched the grocery store into the Garmin. It took her a bit to get the hang of the starter peg on the floor next to the gas pedal. She chuckled at my lockout switch. There was no roof beacon on a rag top, but there was the proper switch in the hole.
I went back to the boat and began unboxing some of the hardware I was going to be mounting in the rack. Laying out bits and pieces. I was probably going to be short a patch panel, but there was a supply house about half an hour away if I needed it.
By the time Whitney returned I had the patch panel laid out, then arranged and re-arranged it until I had the proper spacing for the actual patch panels before removing the equipment that would be in my way.
"Dinner's ready, get yer sorry arse up here."
I was stunned when I came up to the main deck. Partially in what Whitney had set out, meatloaf and mashed potatoes, but mainly in what else I saw.
Gone was the tank top and shorts, before me stood a vision in a little halter top, defiantly NOT lined, and a short short skirt that if the sun hadn't been behind us I would have had a good idea if she had anything on under it.
We ate and chatted. I ogled as much as I possibly could and somehow managed to get away with it.
Whitney smiled when I helped her clear the plates back to the galley, but she admonished me to go and hop in the spa, she'd be out in a little while. I hopped in naked, hoping I could get her naked again tonight even though we had picked up her bags today.
Once again I was caught off guard, kicked back in the hot water and jets admiring the heavens I could never really see this clearly back at school.
"Hey Bob."
I tipped my head down and a grin formed.
"I can't seem to locate my swimming costume."
There was Whitney in a thin towel, just barely coming together off center. "Damn, that's a real shame."
Whitney grinned and dropped her towel and stepped toward the spa. I stood to reach for her, she grinned at my hard on standing proud. Whitney kept my hand as she stood in front of me, looking up just a little grinning.
I tilted my head a little, she smiled and mirrored my movement. My hand dropped from hers and slid to her back, my cock sliding perfectly into her keyhole, her nipples in my chest, her lips on mine.
The world disappeared.
There was her body against mine, our tongues battling, her scent in my nose, her groan in my mouth, there was nothing else.
To this day I can't tell you how long we stayed like that, only that it was not long enough. We separated enough to look at each other, smile, and resume our kiss with a little less urgency.
Holding her close as I let my knees bend, a little giggle as Whitney realized what I was doing and then we sank into the warm water. Me with my knees together, Whitney sitting across them, just barely separated from me.
I just looked at her, reveling in her being here with me. Looking down at her small tit and proud nipple, watching it harden and soften in front of my eyes. Leaning down to take one in my mouth as my hand came up to cup and play with the other. Feeling more than hearing her soft moan as I took both nipples in their own way.
We kissed and caressed, getting more overheated by each other than the water. The soft moan into our kiss as I cupped and played with her little tits and nipples. The little gasp when I took both nipples between my fingers and gave them the lightest squeeze.
Whitney reached down between us, and it was my turn to gasp as I felt her fingers wrapping around my hard cock, stroking it just a little. And again as she slid forward on my thighs bringing her pussy to my cock, getting the head settled between her lips just barely in her pussy.
Whitney hooked her leg behind my butt and nudged herself a little more onto my cock and looked at me with raised eyebrow. She smiled as my hands dropped to her ass and we mutually pulled ourselves together.
"Fuuuuuccckkkk." I groaned.
Whitney snickered, but squeaked when I gave her a little thrust.
I just held her tight, my entire being concentrated on the feeling of being buried in the best pussy in the world. Snug without being tight, her lips around the base of my cock like they wanted to invite me in deeper. Feeling her wrap her arms around me pressing her little tits and nipples into my chest.
Now for those of you new to sex, spa sex is in the same category as hens' teeth and frogs' hair... it doesn't exist in the real world. At least not under water. Pussy juice and hot water do not mix. Or actually they do, but hot water wins out every time.
But like everything else, there are minor exceptions to every rule. While not real thigh slapping sex, being one of the fortunate uncircumcised men in the world, I could at least get some motion going.
Rotating partially back and then driving in deep without actually coming out, the head of my cock stroking deep in her pussy without breaking the seal. Hearing Whitney's soft moan as I was once again seated deep within her. Cupping her ass with one hand while the other snaked up between us to cup and play with her tit.
We were starting to get a little more motion than the spa would comfortable allow. "I think we need to take this to dry land don't you?"
Whitney cupped my jaw, "Whatever the Captain desires."
"Right now the only thing the Captain desires is your hot body."
"Good answer."
Whitney stood up releasing my cock from her pussy. I groaned, she snickered. I flipped the cover down as she picked up towels. I had a shit eating grin when I saw her wrapped in a towel... around her waist. She grinned and shook her tits when she saw where my eyes were glued.
And as soon as we entered the main cabin, even the towel around her waist was pulled loose and tossed at me. I nearly fell down the stairs watching her ass swing as she descended instead of watching where I was walking.
By the time I had draped the towels over a few chairs and turned back, Whitney was laid on the bed with one knee kicked up. "...DAMN..."
Whitney smiled, "Get yer arse over here Mister Smooth."
That body and accent just short circuited any logic I had left. I did as commanded and crawled in beside her, lightly running my fingers over her belly and down to her tuft. Dipping a finger between her lips as mine found her nipple. A hand on the back of my head told me I was heading in the right direction.
My mind said I should slide down and pleasure her, my little brain was over riding all thought wanting to be buried in that heavenly pussy again.
I rolled over Whitney, and she spread her knees opening herself for me. I slid right back into nirvana. Laying down on top of her reveling in being skin to skin with her. Her little firm mounds and hard nipples in my chest. Hunting for lips and kissing her hard as I began to move in her pussy again.
I had to get more, and got up to my knees staying as deep in her as possible. Seeing the grin on her face as I drove in deep. Faster and faster watching her little mounds jiggle and her head kick back. Her mouth opening in a long drawn out scream as she came setting me off filling her pussy. Laying down on her and trying to drive that last little bit in her with my hands cupped under her shoulders.
I managed to roll off of Whitney and reach for a towel. She stuffed it between her legs as we laid there panting. I flopped my arm over onto her chest, my hand covering her tit, my fingers caressing the underside, circling up to her nipple feeling her areola crinkle as I got close to her nipple.
"Shower," I heard her groan as she trapped my hand against her tit.
I managed to get my fingers on her nipple and give it a light squeeze. "As the lady wishes."
Whitney snorted and rolled out from under my hand. I watched her walk to the shower grinning. Luckily the shower for the master cabin was a little bigger, and it was just big enough for two, just.
We fell back into bed cuddling, falling asleep in each other's arms. Something I hadn't done in longer than I cared to remember.
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I woke alone, but with her scent on the pillow next to me, and to the aroma of bacon.
I slipped my shorts on and staggered to the galley, "...DAMN..."
Whitney giggled and shook her ass at me. She was standing at the stove cooking bacon. The vision in front of me was her bare back, the only thing breaking that beauty was the two little light brown strings coming up out of the crack of her ass and going over her hips.
"I figured that'd get yer arse out of bed."
I stepped behind her, my hard cock nestling in the crease of her ass as my hands slipped around to cup her tits. She tilted her head to let me kiss her neck.
"Do you need to call and let them know you won't be there for breakfast?"
"Na, Carrie will just tuck it back for Carry to nibble on the rest of the day."
"How do you take your eggs?"
"Scrambled or over hard."
"Good thing I made scrambled then. The bacon will be done in a moment."
I scooped up some eggs and put my plate on the table. I turned back to Whitney, and literally fell into my chair. "Son of a bitch..." I was just staring at her bikini bottom. It wasn't much bigger than what Amber and Ruby had worn. It was maybe an inch and a half wide at its widest, and only covered half of that little tuft just drawing your eye to it.
She grinned at me, "I only had the two I bought here in the states. All I have left are the ones I brought from home. You mind?"
"I might have a heart attack when I see how small the top is."
She grinned even more as she stepped up beside me, "We don't wear tops at the beach at home."
I turned her to me and took as much of her tit in my mouth as I could and nibbled until she pushed me away. "I was born on the wrong fucking continent."
"Cheeky bugger."
We ate, I ogled, she grinned.
I somehow managed to get the first patch panel in place, in spite of my extreme distraction. My helper in her micro bikini flaunting her tits and nipples. I had to wrap my arm around her and nibble on her nipples every once in a while to settle her down. By mid after noon I couldn't take it and lifted her up to the counter and inhaled that pussy. Flailing legs and a screaming woman did NOT deter me from my delicacy.
That only made it worse, she left her bikini pulled to the side for the rest of the day.
That set the tone for the next two weeks.
I almost ripped the data rack off the wall when she snuck down in front of me and sucked my cock down. She just kept going and going taking me balls deep on every stroke until I blasted off. She left a dribble of my cum on the corner of her mouth for over an hour.
I saw a different bikini bottom every day, and never a repeat. It seems they came in roughly four sizes. Most of them split her tuft like the first one. I saw one that actually covered her tuft. A few that were under her tuft, and one little one with clear strings that let the top of her slit show.
She didn't make it to noon before that one got pulled away and I fucked her to a roaring orgasm. We did it again just before supper. We ordered pizza, we were both too tired to cook.
I did chuckle that first Friday when Carrie stopped by to see why I hadn't been by for breakfast. She just rolled her eyes when she saw us sitting at the table eating. Me with a big grin, and Whitney in a little day glow yellow bottom.
Whitney grinned at the UPS guy almost drooling looking at her when he delivered a big flat box. We hauled it aboard and unboxed it. I sat back laughing at what was in it.
"Some kind of lion?" Whitney said.
I chuckled, "A tiger, the MU mascot. I would bet that if there was a way Reginald would have it painted on the boat if he could get away with it. He's a hard core alumnus. I don't think he has ever missed a football game, even the away and bowl games."
Whitney grinned, "American football, or real football?"
I shook my finger at her, "Real American Football."
She rolled her eyes.
We carried it around the main cabin a bit, it was big enough there was only three places it would fit and not be in the way other than the ceiling. And there was no way he was even going to know that was even a possibility. We got it mounted on the starboard side between the windows and sent him a picture, he was ecstatic.
We were at a good stopping point early afternoon Friday. "What do you say we knock off early and just take the weekend to ourselves? We're several days ahead of schedule with you helping."
She smiled, then got a little serious, "Um, I haven't really done any shopping since we got back. All I have are my outfits from home."
"So?"
"The ones I have with me are a little more... interesting."
"Oh really?" I grinned. "How interesting?"
Whitney wrapped her arms around my neck as my hands went to her tits. "Well for home, about average. But for here in the states..."
I groaned and put my head on her shoulder, "I was definitely born on the wrong continent."
Whitney lifted my head and grinned before giving me a soft kiss. "You poor bloke, let's go put you out of your misery."
We held each other tight and kissed for a bit, then walked hand in hand to the master cabin. The only place Whitney had stayed after that first night.
A shower prolonged by many touches and caresses and kisses. Watching her slip her lacy high cut panties on, teasing me wiggling her ass at me. She did her hair and just the barest hint of makeup while I got dressed.
Yeah, I was definitely born on the wrong continent.
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ish it off with a short pleated skirt that even though it rode low on her hips barely came to mid-thigh.
The top was sheer enough to clearly let the bra show through, and it in turn was thin enough that even with the top a nice shadow of nipple was there if you looked.
"Damn, I feel like I should be ordering a limo to come get us."
Whitney sauntered over and cupped my jaw to kiss me. I slid my hands under her skirt to cup her ass and try and get my fingers inside her panties. She giggled and slapped at my hands as she backed away. "Randy bugger aren't you?"
I made like I was trying to reach under her skirt again causing her to back away another step, "It's all your fault."
She snickered at me.
I put my arm out and escorted her to the Jeep, and then off to the best steak house I knew of.
We chatted a bit about school, me having a year left and not sure what I was going to do afterward. Her hoping her folks would be in the states for a while so she could get a few years of school here, maybe even finish her degree. Rolling her eyes at going back to Tennessee to visit family and them giving her a bad time about her accent.
I took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist, "Personally I think it's the sexiest accent I have ever heard."
That earned me a wonderful kiss, and a few seconds of titty grope before my hand was pushed down. I was swatted when I let my hand keep going like I was going for her pussy. "Boooob..."
I just grinned and shrugged.
We walked the big outlet mall afterwards, ducking in and out of whatever shop took our fancy. About halfway through I reached for her hand and she took it. I grinned.
I suggested the little go-cart track after the mall, she snickered and agreed. And then she cheated. On the way over she did the female contortionist routine, and her lace bra was being deposited in my lap. I looked over and she was sitting there with her shoulders back, her nipples and dark areola plainly visible in the cab, and still noticeable in the setting sun as we got out.
Just as we were getting into the carts, she leaned over and whispered, "You win and I'll give you an hour to take my panties off."
Of course while that was sinking in she hopped in her cart and took off. I was half a lap behind her, and barely caught up with her by the last lap. She danced quite the jig for beating me, I just grinned at her tits bobbing and jiggling as she did.
She hit the bathroom and we headed back to the boat... well we started to. We were going past a closed store, "Pull in here."
"How come?" I asked as I was pulling in.
Her hand came out with her lace panties dangling from her finger, "Because I couldn't wait an hour."
I pulled in and came to a screeching halt, killed the engine, and set the brake. There was a naked ass going over the seat into the back. By the time I got turned to join her Whitney was lying there, top unbuttoned to leave a bare strip right down the center of her body. Her skirt pulled up to just show her wet lips in the moonlight.
I roared and dived for that pussy, pushing what little bit of her skirt was in my way out and planted my face in her wet pussy. Whitney screeched and put her hands on my head to encourage me. No encouragement needed.
I cupped her ass and spread her pussy with my thumbs, sucking and slurping that heavenly juice. Wrapping one arm around her thigh to reach down and hold her pussy open freeing up my other hand. Lips to clit, middle fingers to G-spot, pinkie to rosebud. JACKPOT!
I rode her orgasm until I couldn't, dropping my head to her rolling belly as she laid back. Chest and nipples rising and falling fast as she tried to catch her breath. Top wide open beside her and her skirt now just the thought of a ring around her waist.
Her breathing was returning to normal as I slipped up her body to capture a tit and nipple.
"Mmmmmmm."
I moved up to kiss her as I palmed her mound, slipping a finger between her lips to her clit.
"Yesssssss."
I felt her juices flowing past my finger as her breathing picked up, then I was being rolled to my back, my shirt being ripped open and my zipper being yanked on my slacks enough to get them down to my thighs.
Whitney was on me almost before she had them to my knees, riding my cock like a wild cat. Undulating and gripping my cock with her pussy as her tits bounced in front of me. My reaching up to cup them only set her off more.
A cumming screaming woman on top of me just set me off. I dropped my hand to her hips and just detonated in her spasming pussy as she went wild on top of me. Falling forward still trembling as I shot the last of my load in her. Panting in my ear as I slipped from her, our combined cum starting to drain back on me.
A moment later there were red and blue flashing lights, a siren chirp, and then a spot light on my Jeep. "Bob?" I heard called out as Whitney was scrambling down beside me trying to pull her clothes back around her.
"Ye Terri." I called out.
"You okay over there?"
I raised up on one elbow enough to see over the tailgate and use my other hand to shield my eyes from the spot light. "I will be as soon as you shut those damn lights off!"
There was a chuckle, and then the lights went out. "I'll swing back through here in about half an hour."
"Thanks Terri."
"And uh, Bob."
"Yes Terri?"
"I really like your method of testing suspension travel." I heard her chuckle as she pulled out.
"Asshole," I grumbled and laid back down.
Whitney rolled against me giggling.
I grabbed her and rolled her on top of me, "It's all your fault you know."
She grinned at me, "And just how is it my fault?"
"You are just too irresistibly gorgeous."
Her arms went around my neck as she kissed me, my hands went to her ass to caress and squeeze. I even got a little gasp as I grazed her rosebud. And not a bad gasp either. We managed to climb back in front, I had to settle for just draping what was left of my shirt over my shoulders, while Whitney buttoned hers up all prim and proper. Well all except putting her knee up flashing me her sloppy pussy that is.
"Turn this way," she said as we stopped at a traffic light. She reached my way with a napkin and wiped my lips. I groaned as she pulled it away. That's probably why Terri was chuckling. I had Whitney's bright red lips stick all over mine.
After the fury of our road side passion, we made long slow love when we got back to the boat. We stood kissing as I started to unbutton her sheer top. She giggled into our kiss as she pushed my ruined shirt from my shoulders. I was going to kneel to get her skirt, but she wiggled it off her hips and sunk down to take my slacks off, albeit at a much more leisurely pace than earlier.
She took the head of my cock, in her lips as she dropped my slacks and shorts. Keeping it between her lips as she let me take my shoes off before taking my slacks completely off. Grabbing my ass and sucking me down to my balls several times before standing before me.
We lay on the bed side by side, before Whitney grinned and rolled to her back pulling me between her legs and raising her arms over her head putting herself fully on display to me.
I smiled as I leaned forward to kiss her as I slid into her velvet depths. A long slow lovemaking session, neither one climaxing until the end as we screamed to each other.
"'Bout damn time," we heard Henery yell out.
"Get back in here old man," we heard his wife shout out.
We laughed all the way to the shower.
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We lazed around Saturday morning, then went down to tease Carry. We rented a big Jet Ski, and Whitney had one of her little blue micro bottoms on and her bigger blue top for her regular bikini's on her tits. As soon as she had the life vest on she pulled the top off and tossed it to Carry. "Hang on to this, I won't need it until we get back."
Carry was bug eyed, Carrie just laughed and slapped his ass. We putted down toward Party Cove. Chuckling at all the drunk college students. Most of the girls topless by now, several dancing nude on top of one of the big cruisers. It had a sign on the stern. TOPLESS FREE BEER, NUDE FREE DRINKS
Whitney snickered in my ear, "Blokes and boobs."
I smiled and whispered over my shoulder, "Says the topless babe pressed to my back groping me."
I could hear her smile, "So what would the sign on the back of your boat say?"
"Wouldn't be a sign."
"How come?"
"Because I want you all to myself. Wouldn't be anywhere near here."
One hand was pulling my trunks out, the other was snaking inside to grip my hard cock, "Let's get out of here. Find someplace close."
I knew just the spot. Two fingers over was a narrow point, and with the water level down there was a nice sand bar with some bushes and a few small trees that would be just under water.
I stepped off to tie the Jet Ski to a tree branch and turned back to see Whitney laid back on the Jet Ski. Life vest undone and elbows back on the handle bar, feet on either side of the seat and her micro bottom already pulled to one side.
My trunks went to my knees and I slid into her with a grunt. I had just started to get a good rhythm going when Whitney said, "Let me get to my hands and knees."
She turned with that lovely ass in the air. I slipped right back into her until she screamed. It was a good thing I had tied the Jet Ski off. All of her bouncing around would have let the rope come lose if I had just looped it.
It was after sunset when we got back to drop off the Jet Ski. Whitney grinned when she handed Carry back the life vest and slung her bikini top over her shoulder as we walked to the Jeep.
I chuckled, we heard Carry's roar, then Carries screech, followed by a much different screech.
She grinned at me all the way back, and was walking backwards all the way to the cabin. Gasping as I fell between her spread thighs and right back into her waiting pussy.
Whitney was groaning and growling, head kicked back gasping. "Let me turn over."
I backed up to my knees as she did, then she reached over and rummaged in her bag beside the bed. She flopped onto all fours, then put a rubber packet on her left ass cheek.
"Bugger me."
"Huh?"
"Do me bum."
It took a moment, then she reached back and spread her cheeks, OH FUCK YES!
I had that rubber on in record time, then nudged her ass. After a few nudges I popped in. I just held still reveling in being in the third ass ever.
Just as I was going to ask if she was okay, Whitney pushed back against my cock in her ass slowly sunk feeling her tremble and moan until she had me buried balls deep in her own ass. "fuckfuckfuckfuckkkk..."
That same thought was echoing in my mind as I got a good grip on her ass and pulled back about half way and then slid back in again.
"Fuck me bloody bum!"
I got a better grip and pulled back until I was nearly popping out, then drove in faster, but not slamming her.
"Yes!"
I pulled back and drove in again, and again, and again. All the while Whitney was yelling out "HARDER, FASTER, FUCK ME BUM!"
I couldn't take any more, all evening and I hadn't cum yet. I roared and drove one last hard thrust and filled her ass. Shot after shot, spasm after spasm as I unloaded everything I had.
We panted for a while, and staggered to the shower. A quick rinse and we dropped back into bed, out like a...
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I woke alone but to the smell of bacon. I grinned and decided against slipping my shorts on this morning. Whitney was making breakfast, in a red thong, and not a little thong, quite the wide strip up between her cheeks. I came up behind her and cupped her tits, "Morning."
"Morning," she replied quietly.
"You okay?"
She sighed and slumped, "Last night, I kinda got... a little..."
I squeezed her nipples and kissed her neck. "Ah, I see. Well should I tell you what I saw?"
She groaned.
"Well I saw this hot babe. She has the loveliest pair of little tits and chewy nipples that draw my fingers and lips like a magnet."
Whitney drew a deep breath when I said 'little tits'. "And those lips, god where do I start. First there's that accent that gets me hard, and then the thoughts of what else she does with those lips, taking my cock in like it was no big deal until I can't stand it."
I got a little snicker.
"Mmmmm, and speaking of lips, that beautiful delicious pussy. So tasty, so juicy, so warm and sung around my cock until she screams in orgasm and then it's just that much better."
I felt her nipple harden between my fingers.
"And then, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, this hot babe does something that blows my mind. She offers me her ass."
Whitney gasped.
"She doesn't deny it like most women, or begrudgingly tolerate. No, she offers it, and then takes me into it to my balls and wants me to fuck her hard and deep."
Now she groaned and tipped her head back.
"I don't think there could be a more perfect woman in the world for me."
She was rotating and dropping. Her lips around my cock and going for broke. A loud sloppy deep blow job. A banging her chin on my balls and her nose in my pubes blow job. Her grip on my ass only intensifying it... "COOOMMMMIIINNNGGGGGGG!!"...
I was looking at the ceiling when I rejoined the living, laid out flat on the deck. I heard a chuckle and managed to raise my head enough to see Whitney sitting on the edge of the chair munching bacon, and her red thong nowhere in sight. It made me smile.
She reached down between her legs and spread her wet pussy smiling at me.
I laid back still grinning, "As much as I want to, the only way I'll have the energy to eat your pussy is if you come over here and sit on me."
I heard the chair slide, then a grinning woman was standing over me. She looked down as she squatted over my face.
"Mmmmmm," I was in heaven. Whitney sitting on my face, her juices running into my mouth, looking up to see the perfect profile and a lovely pair of small tits standing proud. The smile on her face as she kicked her head back while I enjoyed my delicacy.
And just because I was in a good mood, I pressed my finger barely against her ass. The soft moan and shudder than ran through her was all I needed. I nudged her ass a few more times until I gave her a nice soft orgasm. It was absolutely terrible the way she flooded into my mouth.
It was a good thing it was Sunday, we never made it off the boat for supplies, and barely out of the bedroom to eat.
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Monday I started setting some of the equipment in the rack, when I wasn't looking at Whitney laid out on the deck in front of me.
Around eleven, "Boooobb, you're... lunch should be... ready in a few... AHHHHH SHHHIIITTTEEEE..."
Whitney was laid out driving a dildo in her pussy like a mad woman, then flailing in orgasm in front of me. Jamming that dildo deep while she had a death grip on her tit.
I made it to her just as her orgasm was subsiding, spreading her legs and pulling the dildo from her sloppy pussy with a gasp.
"YEEESSSSSSSS!!" she hollered out as I started lapping at her pussy. Holding on for dear life through three orgasms before I had to roll over.
I rolled beside her watching her chest heaving like she was starved for air.
"What's for dessert?"
Whitney started giggling, then rolled on top of me giving me a sloppy kiss, "I have no fucking idea."
Even with that dripping pussy, I managed to get the satellite hooked up, and the feed into the master cabin. After our evening hot tub, we watched porn until we couldn't stand it and had to fuck each other unconscious.
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Tuesday we made it until ten, well I did anyway. I was getting the last of the patch panel punched down when Whitney came in and turned me and inhaled my cock. She had me hard and aching in no time, then stood and bent over the counter grinning.
I roared and grabbed her ass driving in deep in one hard stroke. Whitney screamed HARDER, FASTER, HARDER GOD DAMN IT! I filled her pussy and collapsed on her back as I slipped from her.
God damn it she did it to me again, I was laying on the floor looking at the ceiling as she stepped over me to go down the stairs, her dripping pussy on display as she did.
I managed to stagger to my feet and drop off the tail into the cold water. Henery's wife was standing there on the stern of their cruiser grinning and shaking her head as I climbed out. I guess I should have put my shorts on first.
I managed to get the last of the feeds laid down in the two mid cabins, and came up to do some testing when Whitney came by grinning. She sauntered to the front deck, then laid down on her belly with her legs to me.
"Son of a bitch..."
Whitney looked over her shoulder and snickered as she wiggled her ass at me. She had a bright pink plug in her ass!
I groaned, it took me three tries to get everything working properly for those last two drops.
I declared victory on the last of the feeds, and decided to run two more sets. A spare set to the master cabin, and because I would have to get another patch panel to do that, a set up to the bridge. I'd have to go get it in the morning.
I was mesmerized by the sight of Whitney bent over the grill, that pink plug standing out like a beacon between her tanned cheeks. I was fascinated by it as she moved, reaching out to caress her ass as she passed. Looking up at her in wonder.
"Well it does make things a little easier if I prep a bit."
"Huh?" then it hit me. I grinned a little, only a little. Whitney chuckled and shook her finger at me.
I was served the most delicious steak and baked potato by a woman with a plug in her ass.
I was groped by a woman with a plug in her ass.
I sat in the spa with a woman with a plug in her ass.
I was walking back to the cabin behind a woman wiggling her ass with a plug in it.
"I'll be in in a minute," she said pushing me toward the bed as she turned to the head.
A few minutes later she came out with a big grin. She leaned over and took my cock to my balls and moaned around it. I managed not to cum. She took me in two more times then came up of me with a pop.
Whitney swung a leg over me and impaled herself on my cock, gyrating as she dropped, letting me feel every inch of her pussy. Raising and falling two times before leaning forward to kiss me as she lifted from my aching cock.
"Bugger me," She whispered in my ear as she moved to her knees beside me, head on crossed arms.
I was up behind her in a flash, her rosebud winking at me, no longer filled by that pink plug. "Rubber?"
She looked over her shoulder, "Don't need it, I douched."
"Oh!" I grinned as I slipped forward. Nudging her ass, then slowly sliding in reveling in every little bit.
"Oi!" she groaned into the mattress.
I moaned as I felt my balls against her wet pussy, reveling in being balls deep in a tight ass. A little bump against me let me know what she wanted. Sliding in and out slowly trying to prolong the sensation. Knowing that if I sped up it would overtake me and I'd be an ass fucking mad man.
But with Whitney slamming back against my cock, that's exactly what she turned me into. Grabbing her cheeks to spread her wide as I slammed that ass. Feeling her clench and tremble as I got a good rhythm going. Her collapsing down on the bed as she came as I drove into her, following her down driving me into her ass with the full force of my weight behind me.
Grabbing her shoulders to keep my spasming cock in her spasming ass. Both of us just riding it out until we were a panting sweaty mess.
I didn't really want to roll away, and her ass didn't really want to let me go. Gripping the head of my cock as I slipped from her like it wanted to keep it. We laid there catching our breath, I laid my hand on her ass and lazily caressed one cheek.
"Mmmmmm."
I could hear the grin in her voice. "You are an amazing woman. I don't think I could find anyone more perfect."
Her hand came to my face without looking and caressed my jaw. "You just like bangin' me bum."
I kissed her palm, "Amongst other things."
We staggered to the shower, she snickered when I took special care in cleaning her ass. She cuddled into me as we dropped into bed and dozed off.
\
After a tortuous breakfast with my naked cook, I slipped jeans and a t-shirt on getting a raised eyebrow from Whitney.
"I have to run in and get another patch panel, I should be gone a little over an hour."
She sat back on her chair hooking her arms on the back emphasizing her little tits all the more, "Well don't take too long."
I gave her a kiss and a titty grope. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
I gave her another quick kiss and headed for the Jeep. I was almost to the main road driving on auto pilot daydreaming about Whitney when I remembered I should check with Carry to see if he needed anything while I went into town.
I came in the front door just as Carry was coming out of the back room. "Well she did let you escape!"
I grinned, "Yeah, had to get while the getting' was good."
He smiled right back, "Yeah, I can see just how tormented you were."
I chuckled, "Yeah, I don't see how you do it. I mean such a flat chested woman. Nothing to get ahold of, can't get a decent titty fuck."
Carry laughed, "I know. I mean all these years and I can't buy any naughty lingerie, it just falls off. And a corset is just a waste of time."
I shook my head, "Man, you had to go and say that. And here I was thinking about getting her a half cup corset as a surprise."
We heard the front door, but no one came in.
Carry grinned, "But then there are all those little bikini tops and tight shorts."
I grinned to match, "And going braless all the time. It's just sooo terrible to be able to look down and see those nipples that are in dire need of nibbling on."
"Man, now I wish Carrie was here." He growled, "So what did you actually come down here for?"
"I was just heading into town to pick up a patch panel. You need me to stop for anything while I'm going?"
"We're good, Carrie left a few hours ago so I should see her some time before sun down."
We laughed and shook hands before I hopped back in the Jeep and headed back in on auto pilot again. The visions of Whitney dancing in my memory. And while she didn't have the biggest chest, it was all her. Her nipples were the most delicious, and the way they hardened against my lips.
I know I made it to the supply house and back, but the drive was total auto pilot.
I didn't see Whitney when I got back, I figured she must have went down to the Marina for something. I got the patch panel set in the rack, then went to do the extra set of connections in the master cabin.
I stopped cold when I came in. It looked like a tornado had went through. I searched quickly for Whitney fearing we had been boarded, but there was no sign of her. And then it hit me, all of her things were gone.
I slumped against the bulkhead and slid to the floor just staring at the mess. Somewhere along the way I must have fell to my side. I woke sore and cold laying on the floor. Only my need to piss having woken me.
I stumbled to the main cabin and plopped down in the chair wondering where she went, what happened.
\
I don't really remember much of the next three days. I know it took me two days to finish and test the last two sets of hook ups. I'd find myself standing there with a tool on my hand remembering her and wondering. Sleeping on the cushions in the main cabin, only going into the Master Cabin to get what I needed.
I packed the last of my stuff into the Jeep, left my invoice on the bridge console, and headed back to Lawrence.
I was glad for the two weeks I had before class started, it took me that long to unpack the Jeep. Everything I saw reminded me of Whitney. If I hadn't pre-registered for classes last spring, I would have only taken half the class load, just enough to graduate. But I didn't, so I pushed through. Work, study, and deliver pizza. And as many hours as I could stand delivering.
I managed to graduate with decent grades, and with Reginald's good word, landed a fairly decent entry position with a firm in Kansas City, on the Kansas side of course.
*During*
About two years later at a celebration for a new project getting under way, I ran into a surprise.
"Donny?"
I turned at my name being called to see a lovely petite woman in a low cut gown. It took me a minute to realize who it was "Patty?"
She grinned and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Haven't see you in like forever. How have you been doing?"
"Pretty good, and you?" taking a look at a dress cut way lower than she would have ever worn before, and obviously braless from the little jiggles I was seeing from her tiny chest.
"Good, what are you doing here tonight?"
"Celebrating the project, I'm one of the minor engineers. You?"
"Same, but I just joined the investment bankers a few months ago. Finally made it out of Arkansas."
I chuckled, "Well congratulations on your escape."
She was going to say more, but someone was calling her name, "We'll have to get together and catch up a bit."
I watched her walk away, definitely not the Patty in knew. The Patty I knew would be in a padded bra and shirt, not a low cut halter dress, almost to her belly button in the front and the crack of her ass in the back.
I chuckled and enjoyed the rest of the evening.
A few weeks later I got a call.
"Hey hillbilly, what are you up to."
I chuckled, "Hey Patty, just plugging away at the latest project."
"You free for lunch one of these days?"
"Sure, just give me a few days' heads up just in case, but shouldn't be a problem."
"How about Friday?"
"Sure, I have a morning meeting down by the convention center. Say the Quaff around eleven thirty?"
"That works, Fridays are usually short days for me."
"I'll see you there."
\
Friday was just as unexpected.
I got there early and was waiting at a table when Patty came in, now the short skirt wasn't that much of a surprise, even though it barely came to mid-thigh. But the top and bra... not even close.
She was wearing a sheer top with sold pockets, but small enough to know that she had one of those bras with the sheer stretchy cups. I know that's the kind of bra she was wearing because I could see the edges of the cups, and she was bouncing enough that it was the only type of bra she could be wearing.
She sat with a titty bounce before I could stand. "So how have you been stranger?"
I related my time since school, working summers in the Ozarks, school. A momentary twinge remembering Whitney, but evidentially not enough for it to show and her to ask questions.
Her telling me of getting pregnant, Derrick, getting married, her miscarriage, and a year later her divorce.
"I'm sorry to hear that, it must have been pretty traumatic."
Patty shrugged, "At the time it was, but it was really a blessing in disguise. We weren't in love, just got married because I got pregnant. We tried for a while, but I just wasn't into the country boy thing, and he was never going to make it in the big city. So it worked out."
I didn't know what to say, so change the subject, "So investment banking huh?"
She grinned, "Well not really for me. I'm just secretarial right now. A friend of a friend kind of thing got me in the door. I'm taking classes part time evenings, so I have several prospects to move up."
She related what she could of people we knew in school. I grinned inwardly. Derrick, her ex and the asshole she clung to when she dumped me, he was now driving dump truck and road grader for the county. Not a bad job for the area, but definitely not an upwardly mobile position for sure.
We finished the lunch on a good note, and I got another surprise. Instead of the quick peck at best I expected, I got a nice body hug and a not so quick kiss. The years had been kind to her, it felt like she had a little more chest under there.
\
We had lunch a few times over the next few weeks, and the kisses and hugs got a lot more friendly. I even got brave enough to lightly grip low on her hips with no reaction.
She kept her arms around my neck, "Um, Donny, could I ask you a favor."
"Sure."
"My dishwasher flooded out on me the other day. I hope it's something simple, but I'd rather not replace it and find out later it really was something simple."
I chuckled, "Sure, no problem. When would be a good time to stop by?"
"Anytime Saturday after nine."
So Saturday morning found me at her doorstep, a nice little apartment in the suburbs. I wasn't sure why she was asking me to look at it instead of the maintenance guys, but oh well. That became apparent moments later.
Patty opened the door in an old tank top, no built in, no liner, no nothing. There were some nice dark circles of nipple there, and it was long enough she didn't need anything under it.
"Hey Donny!"
"Hey Patty," glad for my sunglasses so I could take the view in. "So where's the victim?"
Patty giggled, "Right in here."
She led me to the kitchen, and I looked around. There was no dishwasher. "Um."
As I turned to her she put her arms around my neck and drew herself to me. My arms naturally went to her waist as she closed for the kiss. And not just any kiss, this was like back in high school when she wanted me to eat her pussy kind of kiss.
She pulled back a bit to look at me, then smiled and planted herself on my face again. My hands went to her ass, and I got a nice moan into our kiss.
"Dishwasher problem huh?"
She giggled, "Well I did have a little flooding problem the other day, but it was after you kept looking at my boobs."
I chuckled, "That obvious huh?" as I slipped a hand up and cradled them. "We'll there a lot bigger than they used to be."
Patty grinned, "You sure about that?" Then she leaned back dislodging my hand and grabbed the hem of her tank top and lifted it over her head. Yeah, it was all she had on.
Her arms went back around my neck and my hand returned to her tit. Cradling it and rolling her nipple between my fingers. Her leg hooked mine and began grinning her bare pussy against my hardening cock.
I cupped her ass with both hands and she wrapped her legs around my hips.
"Bedroom," she gasped between kisses.
"Where?" I got out between the next few.
She pointed, I carried, then tossed her on the bed with the accompanying screech.
I stripped while taking inventory of her after all these years. A little more meat on her as a whole. The hint of sag and stretch marks on her lower belly, but only if you were looking. The big change, pun intended, was her tits.
Bigger by at least a cup size, dark brown areola and a true nipple instead of the little pink puffy tip, but that larger cup size also now included a little sag or settlement. That didn't stop her from cupping and playing with them as I shed my clothes.
I was going to play and nibble for a while, but as I came to the bed Patty merely opened her legs and arms wide inviting me into her waiting pussy.
"Fuck yes," she moaned as I sunk into her.
I grinned as my ego took a nice boost. She did fell damn good around my cock. I laid there only for a moment, then backed out a bit to get a good rhythm going. Enjoying watching her tits actually flop a bit instead of the pointed jello jiggle they used to do.
But all too soon Patty clamped her legs around me and went into convolutions screaming in orgasm short circuiting any attempt by me to delay my orgasm. Moving my hands from above her shoulders to directly on her tits and just hammering her pussy as I unloaded in her. That just set her off for one last round before collapsing.
I rolled to my back beside her, enjoying the slight familiarity of being with Patty, even though we never really went all the way back then.
When I wasn't so oxygen deprived, I rolled toward her taking a close inspection of her tits, lightly running my finger around them as they settled to the side a little.
Patty sighed and looked down at my playing with her tit, "The wonderful leftovers of pregnancy. I was about four weeks from my due date, and wham. My water broke, the umbilical cord got messed up, and they had to do an emergency DNC. My boobs had started to swell and fill, my nipples darkened. They ached for weeks before they went down. Went from a little AA, up to almost a C, then back down to a decent but floppy A."
"I don't know if I'd call them floppy," teasing the tip of her nipple.
Patty leaned up on her elbows, letting her tits come back to the center and settle just a little. She gave her shoulders a shake, "Well that sure as hell don't stand up a like they used to."
I leaned over and took one of them between my lips momentarily, "Still taste good."
Patty laughed and held my head to her tit momentarily, then released me and flipped around to suck my soft cock down, suck and licking until I was too hard to take down her throat, then literally jumped up and turned to impale herself on my cock.
A bucking bronco later and she collapsed on my chest, slowly undulating on my hard cock. "I guess I should have asked if there was a significant other I should worry about."
I snorted, "Little late for that, but no. I wouldn't be here if there was. A few friends with benefits, but no significant other."
Patty grinned, then flipped back around and sucked my cock down like her life depended on it. Sucking and slurping and playing with my balls until I erupted putting my hand on the back of her head as I blasted off.
I came back to the world with Patty laying her head on my thigh softy licking my spent cock, a stream of my cum across her cheek. "Sorry about the hand."
Patty took my cock in slowly humming, then came back off just as slow. "Don't be, it was hot."
\
That set the tone for the next few months. Whenever we had a chance we fucked like rabbits. Once in a while it was a long slow start, but it always ended up a thigh slapping frenzy.
Whenever we went out she was braless, if it was in the evening she would wear a sheer top letting her dark nipples show through. Many a cab driver was treated to my topless girlfriend blowing me with enthusiasm on the way home.
After a wild afternoon at RockFest, with Patty topless most of the day and only covering up enough to get a cab home before dropping her t-shirt in the gutter before getting in the cab. A loud sloppy blow job on the way home, and bending over the couch as soon as we got in the door I made up my mind.
As we were showering I asked, she screamed, and said yes. I picked her up and impaled her against the wall and fucked her until she screamed again.
Her folks were thrilled, and we had to make the requisite trip back to Arkansas. I got her a nice ring, not overly fancy, but not a simple band either so she seemed happy.
We were married a little over a year after that, and life plodded on. Me moving up in the company, Patty as well, just not quite as fast, but several good prospects were on the horizon.
About four months into our marriage we made a big leap up. Patty got a big promotion, and their investment firm took control of an old high dollar high rise condo. As employees, she had the chance to buy in at a reduced rate on a VERY nice place.
We talked it over, and with a little bit of coercion on Patty's part she talked me into it. It's kind of hard to refuse a woman bent over the railing in the sunset with her skirt up around her waist and thong around her thighs.
I did kinda enjoy the place, we had underground secure parking, and the condo had all the bells and whistles. Even its own independent security system. We didn't bother turning it on being up on the twelfth floor and the ground floors being secured, but it was nice to know it was there.
I both curse and thank that system even today.
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hile, but we still fucked like rabbits when we were together. What could ever go wrong?
Uh huh.
\
So every year KU and MU have a rivalry game. It was only for bragging rights, but then it is college football.
And since I'm okay with it, but not totally a fanatic, I volunteer to help with security to get in and catch most of it for free. And Reginald being the hard core MU alumnus, wages a little bet on the game with me. Since he lost last year, he had to put me up this year. If I had lost I would have had to do the hull on the yacht.
It would be nice not to have to go back across town after the game in traffic and just head home the next morning. Truth be told, I usually camped out with someone on a couch on this side of town anyway. Took a three day weekend with just the guys.
So it was raining cats and dogs, looking like the game was going to be postponed. I was sitting up in the lounge playing with our home security system. There had been a few break-ins not far from us. I wasn't particularly worried, but I wanted to get our system up and on line just in case it was needed.
It was kinda neat to be able to access the system remotely, moving cameras around, switching from one to another. I played with them freely since Patty was over at a friends this weekend since I was out. I didn't have to worry about her freaking if a camera was moving around like it was following her.
I sat at the table playing with the settings, light levels, motion activation sensitivity, that kind of thing. I left everything at max since we didn't have any pets.
"Well there he is." I heard from behind me. I grinned, that accent, even in the slightest, still got to me.
"Hey Wendy, didn't know they still let you old farts in here," she was two years older than me.
I chuckled, she was MU scum, I was KU vermin.
"You know you're going to get creamed this year don't you?"
"What, by a bunch of pansies? Not happenin'."
We were interrupted, "Hay Bob, wanna give me a hand with some bicycle rack?"
"Sure thing, be right there."
Wendy gave me a look, but I just waived as I went to help Ben move some barricade rack.
I made it back, and Wendy was still sitting by my laptop. "Bob?"
I grinned, "A nickname from when I was a kid. My grandparents had some property down in the Ozarks, and he taught us to swim the old fashioned way. He tossed us in. It took me several tries to just stay afloat, and he kidded me I was up and down like a bobber. It stuck."
She laughed her ass off. And even laughing at me, that British accent still made me tingle.
"Well 'Bob', I'd be a bit more careful with your laptop. I like some good porn as much as the next girl, but you would probably do to close your laptop if you're not sitting there." She gave me a squeeze and then went off to babysit the natives. It was looking like we were going to be rain delayed until tomorrow morning.
It didn't really sink in, and then it hit me. She said she saw some good porn, but the only thing open on my laptop was the security camera feeds from the condo.
SSHHHHIIIIITTTTTT!!
I didn't want to, and yet I had to. I hit the rewind, and wished I could have hit the rewind on my life.
I watched my wife walk back into the frame naked, followed by several guys. Then she laid back down and they proceeded to fuck the hell out of her. Every hole and usually all three at once. Not bad for a woman that said she was too tiny and I was too big to do anal more than a few times a year.
I held out hope she was being coerced, but when I let it play forward it was quite apparent she was a willing participant. I had been on the other end of those heels in my ass for too many years not to know she wanted it harder and deeper.
It looked like five or six guys taking their turns with her with one off to the side observing.
I couldn't take any more. I slammed it shut, and thankfully the game was called. I followed the guys and we went across the interstate to the bar and I did something I hadn't done since graduating high school. I got falling down, totally plastered, one hundred percent, shit faced.
\
I woke in a motel, a warm soft body curled up in front of me, a big tit in my hand. I was barely awake when my stomach decided to rebel. I threw off the covers and made a mad dash to the bathroom, barely making my sacrifice to the porcelain god.
I made it back to the room to see Wendy buttoning my shirt over her huge chest. Well attempting to anyway. There was no way she was going to button the ones between her big tits. Nice hard nipples and dark brown areola just drawing my eye even in my sorry state.
She smiled, "So you will live after all."
I hung my head, and then realized I was in my boxers, Wendy was in her panties until a few moments ago. "Um Wendy, did I... I mean did we..."
Wendy grinned, "Oh you were quite the wild man."
I hung my head and groaned.
She snickered, "Right until I hauled your ass up here, you puked all over my clothes, and I pushed you in the shower and then into bed."
"Ah shit." I looked up at her and she wasn't trying to kill me, she was still grinning. "I'll pay for your clothes, and anything else of course."
"It rinsed out, so no problem, and I put the room on your card so you're on the hook. Do you want to get room service before we head back over to the stadium?"
My stomach didn't like the sound of that. "OJ and dry toast for me."
She ordered breakfast as I dropped onto the corner of the bed. I didn't feel that great, and even worse when I remembered why I got plastered in the first place.
Wendy plopped down next to me on the corner of the bed. "Hey, Donny, who's Whitney?"
As she said it, said 'Whitney' with that accent, it all came flooding back. I slid off the bed to the floor and cried.
Those weeks with Whitney, holding and caressing, seeing her smile, tasting her lips and pussy, feeling her orgasm in my hands...
Wendy left me long enough to answer the door for room service, then managed to haul me off the floor and into a chair.
She let me blubber for a bit as she put the plates on the table. And then over dry toast, I told her of the first true love of my life.
Meeting her beside the bimbos, getting to know her. Her smile, her touch, I grinned but didn't say anything about the hot and wild sex. Her dad was an ambassador to England, her mother a school teacher. She was going to school for business.
"So what happened?"
I looked at her, "I have no idea."
"Really?" She sounded skeptical.
"Not a clue. I went to the supply house for some parts, and when I got back she was gone."
"And no idea what happened to her?"
"Nope. I made some phone calls, Reginald made some calls on my behalf. But nothing. There was one guy that came back from England about the right time, but he was in his mid-thirties and no kids. That was as close as I ever got."
I just stared off into space, remembering her standing there in the morning sun in that little micro bikini, the shadow of her tasty nipple as she turned to me.
"Did you love her?" she asked softly.
I sighed and hung my head, "I didn't realize it at the time, but yeah. Probably the one and only time I truly loved a woman."
"And now?"
"Now," I sat back and tried to think. "She's probably long forgotten me. Just another summer fling, probably beating them off with a stick with that smile." I sighed, "But I ... I would like to know somehow she's okay, that nothing bad happened to her. You know, something like that."
Wendy leaned close and softly kissed my cheek, "You're something else Donald Mason."
I snorted, "Yeah, that's probably why I married the skank."
Wendy chuckled, then shook her shoulders, "So maybe I should take a run at you then."
I smiled and chuckled, "As good as that sounds, I'm still married. And even then I don't know. Remembering Whitney again will take some time to get over."
Wendy leaned over and gave me another peck on the cheek. "Yeah, you're one of the good ones," then proceeded to tease the hell out of me. She stood up and turned to the bathroom... and dropped my shirt behind her. That little white thong coming up from between her cheeks the only thing breaking her perfectly tanned back side.
I hung my head and groaned. I heard her chuckle just before the bathroom door closed.
She reappeared fully dressed, but grinned and shook her tits at me. I shook my finger at her and shuffled to the bathroom and jacked off to the memory of Whitney coming out of the bathroom in just her thong all those years ago.
We drove back to the stadium in near silence, and waited in line for parking. "So what are you going to do about Patty?"
I sighed, "Hell I have no idea. I mean I'm screwed no matter what. I make way more than she does and have a decent retirement. We don't have much for assets. The condo is financed through her work. I'm pretty much up a creek without a paddle."
"And you had no clue?"
"Nothing. The proverbial clueless cuckold."
She smiled, "Love is blind. But seriously, what do you want to do?"
We were just parking, and started walking to the stadium. "In a fantasy world. Expose her for the skank she is, hang all the men from the highest tree. Walk away scott free. Just your typical scorned man, burnt earth answer."
She chuckled, "And a few women I know too. So then what?"
I sighed, "Ah hell. It's just a fantasy. I'm screwed no matter what. First off I'd have to find a decent attorney, and I don't know any."
"Sure you do."
"Who?"
I looked at her smiling and wiggling her eyebrows.
"YOU!"
She chuckled, "Well I'm more corporate, but my partner is hell on heels in a divorce court. We could at least see what the possibilities are."
"I'm probably going to owe you big time."
Wendy grinned and screeched, "I'll get you my pretty!" right out of the Wizzard of Oz.
We laughed all the way into the stadium. I was in a better mood than yesterday. I still had a lot of shit to deal with, but I wasn't alone in this. It was made even better with KU trouncing MU.
I gave Wendy the IP address and access code for the system so she could download and look at the videos, I didn't want to look at them again.
I went home feeling sick, and not because of anything I ate. Patty must have been worn out from her fuck party, she didn't say a word when I didn't try for sex and just went to bed.
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I got a call around ten Monday morning to meet Wendy for lunch across the street.
I was stunned when I stepped into the diner, there was Wendy, but not Wendy. I had always known her in jeans or slacks and some kind of MU logo shirt. Her long blond hair up in a ponytail.
This was HOT Wendy in a stunning business suit and skirt sitting next to an equally hot and slightly more voluptuous redhead. Neither one of them afraid to let some nice cleavage show.
I somehow managed not to drool in their cleavage and shook their hands.
"Donald, this is my partner Janice."
"Nice to meet you Donald, and for the record I'm sorry you're going through this."
I smiled a little, "I'm not even sure just what all this is right now."
They exchanged a quick look, then Janice turned to me. "How do you want this? Soft and sweet, or a punch in the guts?"
I took a breath, "That bad?"
"I'm afraid so."
I mentally braced myself, "Let me have it."
There was another quick glance, and Wendy nodded to Janice.
"You wife is the company slut, and what you videoed is her making the second mortgage payment on your condo."
I thought I was prepared, NO FUCKING WAY! "She's... and... a what?"
I started breathing hard, and got up and staggered out the door to the bus bench. A moment later the girls were beside me, then they were leading me to the park next door.
I remember Wendy taking my cell phone, and the two of them sitting by me until the world started to slow down. No way in hell it was ever going to quit spinning any time soon.
I'm not sure how long we sat there, but I slowly looked at Wendy, then over to Janice. They both slowly nodded.
"Fuuuccckkkkk."
Wendy snorted, "And then some."
We had to laugh, there was nothing else to do BUT laugh.
I looked at Janice, "So how did you piece all that together from one video?"
She got serious, "One video, multiple sessions over the weekend."
I just stared at her.
"Now some of this is guess work, but educated guess work. From what we've picked up from the videos, that weekend party was her paying the second mortgage on your condo."
"But we don't have a second mortgage."
Janice raise her eyebrow.
I looked at her for a second, then slumped, "We got it at a steal of a price and through her company."
"Uh huh. And from what we've pieced together, she's the company slut. She available to all the executives whenever they want her."
"I am totally screwed."
"Normally I'd agree with you, but we may have a ringer in the works."
"How so?"
"You remember the guy standing off to one side in that part of the video you watched?" Wendy asked.
I nodded.
Janice picked back up, "He seems to be a reluctant participant. In fact we never saw him get undressed or even come close to participating."
"So what good does that do?"
"Depends on his cooperation and participation level. Worst case he stays out of our way, best case he becomes our inside man."
"What's your guess?"
"From what we saw on the video, he's not a willing participant. No guarantees, but I would bet he's our inside man."
"And then I'm still screwed in the divorce."
Janice smiled, "This will never see a divorce court."
"How the hell are you going to pull that miracle off, and can I afford it?"
Wendy grinned, "Easy, we treat this like a corporate takeover, not a divorce. Make them take ownership of your slut."
"WHAT!"
She chuckled, "Well not literally, but contractually. Put them in a bind and make them pony up."
"You can do that?"
Janice took over again, "Not usually, but she's in a whole different zip code with this one. The real question is how far do you want to take this?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well do you just want to walk away clear, take her down, them down? How far do you want to burn her?"
I hate to say it, but something came over me at that thought. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
"I knew this was going to be fun," she grinned. "Let us dig into this a bit further to solidify things up. We'll get a hold of you as soon as we know more. Go get a burner phone and call us so we can contact you outside of regular channels."
I looked at he a moment, then said slowly, "Um Janice. Not to be a wet blanket, but how much do you think this is going to cost me?"
She smiled, "Not a penny, we'll take it all out of their end."
I grinned, "I like the sound of that."
I got a nice hug from both of them, "You go and try to act as normal as you can. This will take a while, but we'll try and end things as quickly as possible."
I made it back to work around two, and my PA was glad to see my meeting didn't go as long as planned. I played dumb, that must have been the phone call Wendy made.
I was still in a bit of a stupor, but I knew I had help. I also knew that there was no way in hell I was having sex with the skank unless absolutely necessary. I thought about it for a bit, then a simple solution came to mind. I'd take work for a new big project home to work on it in the evenings.
So I did that. I came home a little later but not real late. Grabbed the tail end of supper then went to my home office after kissing the skank on the cheek. I was busy every time she stuck her head in the door.
In reality I was playing solitaire on the computer. Listening to music, even getting off to some good porn. She really fucked up a good cum. Popping in to check on me while I had a screaming brunette in one ear watching her ride cowgirl on a guy, tits bouncing all over hell. I was thiiiis close to filling the trash can when she stuck her head in the door. Had to back it up and start all over. FUCKING CUNT!
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That was my routine now. Work a little late and then come home and pretend to be working on the computer.
Thursday morning I got a text on my new phone to have lunch at the diner again.
It was just Janice, but she was still showing plenty of nice cleavage.
She was all grins. "Looks like this Jeremiah is our in. I'm going to set up a meeting and slam him down. Question is, do you want to be there, or let me handle it?"
I barely hesitated, "I want to know."
"Okay, I'll let you know the date and time. It will be at my office."
And I still have to go home to the slut.
I 'worked' in my home office Thursday and Friday evenings. It was a good thing I actually had a blueprint open in the background Friday. The slut came in wanting to drag me back to bed.
Saturday and Sunday I did something I hadn't done in a LONG time. Since thinking of Whitney reminded me, I went down and worked on the jeep.
Now in reality there wasn't a whole lot left to do on the Jeep except cosmetics. Paint and upholstery and a little glass. I had one bulb out, but it wasn't worth pulling the tail light out for a clearance lamp. I took it for a spin Saturday just because I could. Enjoying all the looks and smiles from the old timers that realized just what it was.
Sunday I hung my trouble light pointing out and took a nap under the jeep on my creeper.
Monday Patty had to 'work late'. I snorted and went to bed early before she got home.
I was up and out bright and early Tuesday. I had a few raised eyebrows of the night owl coming in early. I also had a meeting that afternoon at Janice's office.
At two o'clock I was sitting off to one side of Janice's desk when the lone man from the video was ushered in.
She got up smiling and ushered him to the seat in front of the desk, "Mister Fishbine. Please have a seat."
He glanced nervously at me. "Miss Jones. Your message was a bit cryptic, and now," glancing at me again, "I'm wondering if I should have brought council with me."
She chuckled as she sat. "I could see how you might get that misunderstanding. But there is no agenda here. We're merely trying to verify some suspicions we have. And you have come to our attention as someone that could do that for us."
He relaxed a little.
"In fact, we'd like to go so far as to keep it the other way around."
"What exactly are you looking for?"
"Information. Possibly some help in clarifying a few things down the road, but just information for now."
"Such as?"
Janice slipped a sheet of paper across her desk. "If you could sign this NDA, we can get right to it." It was a bit flimsy, and it could be broken fairly readily, but it set the tone with him.
He looked at it unsure of what to do.
"As I said, we are not trying to get anything from you, merely verify some sticky information."
"And who said I might be able to help you in this?"
She merely pointed to the NDA. He started to pick up the pen, then put it down and pushed the NDA back to Janice.
She sighed, "I understand, and no hard feelings. But before you go, could you look at something for us?" as she pushed an upside down still shot taken from my home system. It showed him standing there fully dressed just on the other side of the slut servicing five guys at once.
He started to crumple the picture in his fist, "I NEVER TOUCHED HER!"
Janice stared right at him as he was boiling, "And we know that. That's why you are being contacted. For clarification of what did happen." She pointed to the NDA again.
He glanced between the now crumpled photo and Janice a few times, then reached for the NDA and scribbled his name in a hurry. Then he sat back bracing for the bad news.
Janice took the NDA, and smiled. "Thank you. And once again, for the record, we have no interest in pursuing you for anything."
You could see him slump in relief. "What are you looking for?"
"Mister Mason would like to get some details of his wife's responsibilities at work."
He looked wide eyed at me like he was afraid I was going to lash out at him. I merely smiled and nodded.
"That way we could better chart a path forward in what will most certainly be a sticky situation," Janice continued.
He sat there a moment, then said slowly, "Through or around?"
Janice gave a little grin, "I'd love to bowl a three hundred."
"And I would be..."
"An observer, officiating if need be."
He smiled, "So not directly involved in the game?"
"Most definitely not. We may have need of an impartial person outside the, shall we say... ruckus."
He smiled, "It would be interesting to observe the consequences of such a strong game. What do you need to know?"
"Well apart from the home video, most of what we have is educated guesses and supposition. What can you tell us?"
He looked at me, "Are you sure you want to know?"
I took a deep breath. "Want? No. Need? Yes."
And then the lie of the last few years was revealed. I found out what an ass in the air, world class slut, my 'wife' was.
Her 'day' started just before clocking out the day before. She would reach into a fish bowl and pull out a tile. Kind of like a blank domino.
On that tile was a name, and if they wanted to, a particular act / dress / etc. All the participating bankers had one each, with the executive bankers getting a second one. That told her what to wear the next day. Never anything that actually covered, but from a max of skimpy lingerie, to just her heels. It also told her, by the requestors' name, if she was in for an anal day.
I must have made a noise from the looks Jeremiah and Janice gave me.
While he didn't know the exact number, he would put an educated guess in at least six or seven that took advantage of anal day, and more than once that day if possible.
"So after her injections she start making the rounds, starting with who ever won the drawing the evening before."
"Injections?" I asked.
"Yeah, she does her saline injections, then makes the rounds."
"Injections?" I repeated.
"Well yes, in her breasts to give her a boost. One set in the morning and another mid-day unless Murray won. Then she injects every two hours until late afternoon."
I sat back stunned, I hadn't really noticed it until he said it, but I did think her tits got bigger every once in a while. I just put it down to monthly bloating.
"Then she gets to work."
I just groaned.
"She does do secretarial work," he added quickly. "Just with a little different uniform." He hesitated, "I've been told she performs other duties, and she's tried to tempt me with oral sex on several occasions."
We sat there for a few moments, just the sound of us breathing and the AC.
Janice sighed and slid her card across her desk to Jeremiah, "When you get a chance, drop me an email so we might discuss this further. I'd send one to you, but I'm not sure what account to use."
He nodded, then stood and walked to the door. He turned to me like he was going to say something, then thought better of it and left closing the door behind him.
I stood to leave.
"I'll let you know when I know more," she said as I left.
It's a wonder I didn't kill myself or someone else on the way home. I would bet I was a total zombie, I have no memory of the drive or going up to the condo.
When Patty came through the door all bouncy all I saw was SLUT! She came to me and I just grabbed her, sliding a hand inside her dress and getting a good grip on her tit. Feeling the 'little extra' in them just fueling the fire.
She took it for sexual aggression and wrapped her arms around me putting her tongue down my throat.
When we broke she pulled back enough to look me in the eye and grin. "There's my man! But, um, I just started on the rag this morning."
I got an evil thought, and probably a maniacal grin as I grabbed her ass. "That doesn't have to stop us."
Patty gasped, but covered it. "Um, okay, just let me go clean up."
"Not necessary, that's what rubbers are for."
And isn't it just magical how that appeared in our nightstand after that weekend!
I pulled my hand out of her dress and reached back to undo it, letting it fall to the floor leaving her in just stockings and shoes, no garter, no panties, not even a line on her skin from having them on earlier.
I grabbed her and put her over my shoulder making her squeal with delight. And again when I tossed her on the bed.
"Get one," I said as I started to undress, dropping my slacks before starting on my shirt.
She turned her ass to me as she scrambled to the nightstand... I never said where they were.
I was kicking my shoes off as she turned back. "Put it on me," I told her as I started on my shirt buttons.
In a flash she had it ripped open and was rolling it on my cock as I dropped my shirt.
"Assume the position."
If this had been one of our usual anal intercourse sessions, she would have laid down the center of the bed with a pillow under her hips. She turned to catch her feet on the edge of the bed and put her ass high in the air before she reached back and spread her cheeks.
Today must have been an anal day. I slid right into her ass with almost no resistance, no asking for lube or foreplay to get her ready. Just hollering out for me to fuck her ass.
I roared and grabbed her hips and just plain ploughed her. I fucked that ass for all I was worth. I know Patty screamed, I have no idea, and frankly don't care, if it was in pleasure or pain. She gave that ass up on a regular basis to others, it was MINE tonight.
Somewhere along the way I filled that rubber to the point I was afraid I would break it, but I just pushed her off my cock, pulled it off and tossed it in the trash not even bothering to tie it off, and staggered into the shower.
Patty came in just as I was finishing up. She gave me a few glances, but we never said a word. I dropped into bed and pretended to be asleep when she came to bed.
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Wednesday morning it was by ritual she went out the door, Patty still giving me little glances. I grinned as I left a little later. As much as I hated the bitch right now, she did have one fine ass to fuck!
When I got home that night, before disappearing into my office, I was informed that there was a conference in Chicago Friday and Saturday and she had been selected from the secretarial pool to go. They were leaving Thursday afternoon and returning Sunday afternoon.
I passed that on to Janice. Got an email back an hour later. Jeremiah knew nothing about a conference, but the senior execs were headed to a team building retreat.
More like team fucking retreat!
\
I also discovered just how devious Janice was. She had some flyers delivered to their offices.
Seems the building was up for some Ecco award, and was getting an energy audit. Some UV window sensors and ventilation air flow sensors were being put in place temporarily, and would be removed in a week or two after the energy audit.
Friday afternoon, after most of the employees had left since the bosses were out of town for their 'conference', two nice young men with business cards matching the flyer appeared with two large cases. They started putting little flow sensors on the vents, and little black boxes on the windows. Aaaaand a few little ones on shelves where the cameras could pick up what the ceiling and window ones couldn't.
In a matter of a few hours, and with complete acceptance and even a little help, the entire office was wired for sound and video.
I watched a little bit with Wendy the following Tuesday. The moan and grin on Patty's face as she pumped saline into her tits, the grin as she squeezed them before heading out on her rounds.
Walking right into an executive's office and bending over for her first fuck of the day barely ten minutes after clocking in. It was more of the same, and I had Wendy turn it off when I saw her crawl under one of the female executive's desk to eat her pussy while Patty had a foxtail plug in her ass.
There were so many fantasies I had of doing things with Patty that were going to be blown to hell and back with these videos. They did go back and put camera's under the desks. They had to be careful with one of them. Seems this exec had one under her own desk so she could feel Patty eat her pussy while she watched it on her own monitor.
I got the highlights after that.
Like the husband and wife, He'd fuck Patty, then she'd go next door and lay back on the wife's desk to eat her husband's cum from Patty's pussy. Once in a while getting Patty to fuck one or two others before her husband so she could have a 'double' or a 'triple' for lunch.
Of course there were the expected anal days and the two and three way sessions. Mostly MMF, but quite a few FFM as well as one all girl four way with toys. I was very tempted to put it out on the internet, but we needed it for my case.
Not that I was just sitting on my hands during the two weeks of evidence gathering. No, I was working on my new invention. Aptly called 'Death by a million orgasms.'
Those first few weeks of watching porn while being pissed at Patty turned into some interesting research.
Wendy and Janice giggled, "You might have to go into the adult toy business after this one." They fought over the prototype base.
But this one was special for Patty, I added some upper attachments that they had NO interest in trying out. Patty probably wouldn't have either if she had been with it when she did. I just slipped a little something into her drink to heighten her enjoyment... and mess with her memory.
At first I wasn't all that cool with what I was doing. But then I realized she was doing this to herself on a regular basis. The couple of times I did it to her without her remembering more than outweighed the probably hundreds of times she did it to herself without me knowing. Besides, I really wanted it to be a surprise as she got her holes filled!
Wendy and Jeremiah had it all arranged, a little demonstration of this wonderful new sex toy called 'Death by a million orgasms.' Even the non office sluts were interested in the ultimate fucking machine.
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Finally Friday came, as in literally FINALLY. This morning's demonstration would come to a loud conclusion, and hopefully the end of my dealings with the slut. I had to fuck her three times these last week's just to allay suspicions. I wanted to buy a decontamination room.
I was setting up the machine when Wendy brought Patty in. She didn't recognize me in my wig and beard. I did have to look, this was the first time I saw her saline filled tits with a full load. Even I had to admit they didn't look too bad.
She climbed up on the table and straddled the dildo, sighing as she settled in.
"Now if you can lean back into the frame."
"Um," Patty said, not wanting to lean back into the straps.
Wendy smiled, "It's just for safety. In some of the initial tests the subjects passed out in orgasm. It's just to keep you from getting hurt if it happens to you."
"Oh!" and leaned back to let her shoulders be strapped to the frame.
"And if you can put your hands behind your back and grip the handles. If you twist them they release the straps if you need to."
Patty grabbed the handles and settled in. Wendy put the VR goggles and headphones on. Patty gave a little gasp as we started up the machine. Just a nice slow fuck with a little bit of vibration.
"Are you a screamer?" Wendy asked through the headphones.
Patty grinned.
I heard Wendy chuckle, "Well at home it wouldn't be a problem, but I don't think we want the upstairs neighbors coming down now do we?"
Patty shook her head.
"Well then let me give you something to suck on for this demonstration. Open wide."
Wendy slipped a not so little cock pacifier between her lips. The slut sucked it right in, then she got a surprise. The straps around her wrists tightened down as the ones on her shoulders did the same pinning her leaning back and thrusting her tits up and out. Oh yeah, and Wendy tightened the chin strap of that pacifier effectively holding her mouth shut around it.
I grinned, the slut was strapped down and on display. The bankers were coming in the room, each one eyeing the way Patty was strapped in. One of the ladies gasped a bit, the last one through the door licked her lips and her nipples stood out through blouse and light jacket as she took Patty in.
"Thank you for letting us demonstrate today. If you'd please take your seats we can get started," Wendy said.
"Doesn't seem like much," one of the older men said.
I stepped forward, "It's in basically an idle mode right now. She's strapped in with a good audio and visual track and minimal movement on the vibrator." I pointed the remote to the wall monitor and a duplication of what Patty was seeing and hearing came up.
Wendy began setting out thin folders in front of each member, "If you will sign the NDA we can begin."
Unlike the one Jeremiah signed, these were iron clad holding the individual and the company as a whole responsible for a breach. Once they were signed, and a few hesitantly, Wendy collected them and we began.
I grinned and stepped back to the table, "Thank you, now we can get started." I looked at the woman trying to devour Patty with her eyes. "How many times have you worn out your favorite vibrator, because the best setting in the control went out."
I looked around the room, "How many times have you used a vibrator on your partner and gotten the wrong angle, or hit the wrong hole?"
There were a few gasps and chuckles.
"Well with the 'Death by a million orgasms' that will no longer be a problem. What you see before you is what we term the deluxe model. With vaginal, anal, and clitoral stimulators."
That got groans from the ladies.
"In addition there are several options for breast and nipple stimulation, with many variations of vibration and suction. Nibbling and licking options are available, as well and custom accessories for just about any fetish. Let me demonstrate."
I reached for my tablet and tapped the screen, followed shortly by a low moan from Patty.
"I've just increased the vibration and penetration from a little wiggle and buzz, to a coarse vibration and a medium penetration, say about seven inches."
One of the less endowed men coughed at 'medium penetration'.
I tapped the screen again, Patty screeched around her gag. "And there we have the anal attachment." Another screen tap, and the little wand pivoted up in front of her inflamed pussy and pressed to her clit. "And finally the clitoral vibrator."
The ladies were wide eyed at Patty in the throes of a nice orgasm.
"But then you can get something similar in just about any high end toy shop. So what makes this unit so spectacular compared to those units?"
I glanced around the table, everybody's eyes were glued to an orgasming woman in the frame on the table.
"What makes this unit special is the ability to sync the unit to your own home videos to relive your favorite session. You have a wild night you want to relive, no problem."
I tapped, and a recorded scene from the office was displayed on the wall and in Patty's visor. Everybody gasped, well all except Patty, she had a mouth full of cock gag as the vibrator drove deep in her pussy over and over.
"You enjoy getting bent over and having your ass ravaged, go for it."
It switched through three scenes of execs practically raping Patty's ass as the dildo did the same to her. She was drooling now.
I switched to a few scenes of Patty eating pussy. "While I didn't bring it, we even have a nice licking attachment."
A few of the execs started to get up.
"If any of you leave your portion of the videos will be on the internet before you get out of the building."
As they sat back down, Wendy stepped beside Patty to remove the VR glasses and headphones. She was looking at me, and her eyes went wide as I pulled the wig and beard off.
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ieve I mentioned various fetish attachments. I had Patty's just for this occasion."
I tapped the tablet, and the long base in front of Patty opened and two long arms pivoted up in front of her chest... with a syringe and needle on the end of each one.
I grinned as she screamed into the gag as the needles entered her tit. Dead center of her nipples! And not the gentle poke she did to the underside of her own tits either.
Those evening sessions to get her settings mapped out went perfectly. Even with the ecstasy, she groaned every one of those evenings when we got the penetration and vibration settings just right.
Hard and deep into her cervix in her pussy, the head just in and out of her ass on every stroke teasing her ring, and a course vibration on her clit. She passed out orgasming as the saline went into her tits. Only being strapped in kept her from hurting herself.
I almost came when the needles pulled from her nipples, a little bit of saline squirted back out for a moment like she was lactating.
I muted the monitor, the only sounds were the vibrators and motors fucking Patty, and her whimpers of orgasm, one after another.
"So what does this mean to all of you? Well it means that you get to keep your fuck slut."
Heads snapped to me on that.
"That's right, you keep her, I don't want to see or hear from her after today."
"First, you employ her for the next five years with her option to extend for another five. I don't care if she comes in or fucks off. If she's breathing, you're paying."
"Second, she releases all claim to anything with my name on it. Mine comes off anything of hers including that fucking condo."
"Third, she doesn't contest a fast track divorce. It's filed and it's done. Finally, if I ever hear from the bitch, you all get to make internet stardom."
Nothing, no response, just stares as Wendy passed out documents for signatures. I left. I headed back to the condo to pack. They had instructions to put her in a hotel tonight while I vacated the condo.
Many trips and trash bags later I had the back of the Expedition filled. A few boxes of things from my office, the tow bar on the Jeep, and I was out of there. I pulled into the motel a little before midnight, and was crashed on the bed a half an hour later... fully dressed.
Somewhere in the middle of the night I woke long enough to strip and shower and fall right back in bed.
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I got a text the next morning to come over to Wendy's when I was back with the living. I didn't recognize the address, and just followed the Garmin.
Fuuuuucckkk... Lake Quivira!
I made my way through trying not to hit anything while I gawked. I pulled up to a very nice place near the south end.
And out popped Janice! Turns out I'm just as with it as most men. When Wendy said partner, I assumed lawyer partners. It never dawned on my they were life partners as well.
I had a nice pair of big tits pressed into my chest in a tight hug, and then watched bouncing cheeks in short shorts as we went up the steps to the house. DAMN!
Wendy wasn't playing fair either. An old thin tank top and loose silky shorts. I sat as quickly as possible to hide my hard on.
We sat around eating good burgers and chips, just general bullshitting. Until the meal was done...
"So Donald, now that the shit is starting to flow downhill, what's your plans?"
I looked back at Wendy, "I have no idea. I mean I have to find a place, get back to work, probably muddle through for a while and see where I wind up."
She smiled, "Well at least you're not too pressed to go back to work."
"Huh?"
Janice glanced at Wendy grinning, then turned back to me. "We put a one million dollar payout in their paperwork. It's over ten years so don't spend it all at once, but you should be able to get a good start on things."
I was stunned, "A million?"
Janice smiled, "Something to get a good start on life with."
I smiled, then snorted. "Hell, that's what I thought we were doing." I sighed, "I guess I'm lucky Patty didn't get pregnant, we were trying for the last several months. My luck she'd have gotten pregnant from one of the assholes and I'd have wound up raising someone else's kid."
Wendy looked at Janice, then slowly back at me. "She got her tubes tied after the abortion."
I got kicked in the gut again and I'd already booted the bitch out. "She told me she mis-carried."
We got falling down drunk, and somewhere along the way I was dumped into a bed.
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We partied Sunday, just not quite as hard. I actually remembered crawling into bed on my own.
Monday I probably looked like hell at work, and just stayed buried in my cubicle all week. Wendy drug me back to their place the following weekend.
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I managed to arrive late morning on Saturday, they had a little buffet set out and I munched a bit.
"So are you back with the living Donny?" Janice asked.
I snickered, "Reasonable so.
She grinned and wrapped her arms around Wendy, "So did she turn you gay or do I still have to worry about you trying to steal my girlfriend?"
I laughed, I kicked my head back in a roaring laugh. "No, I'm definitely NOT gay. I still have my firm desire for the opposite sex."
"Ah hell," and wrapped her arms around Wendy and went tonsil hunting.
It took those two a while to come up for air.
"Don't get her started, she can go from snogging to shagging in the blink of an eye."
I just chuckled deciphering the code.
Wendy snuggled in under Janice's arm. "So you have any good prospects yet?"
I snorted, "I just dumped the bitch a week ago. I've barely made it out of my apartment."
"What about kids? I mean with what she did, you still want kids?"
I sighed, "Yeah. If I ever find the right woman. Sure."
Wendy opened her mouth to say something, stopped, then continued. "If you could go back in time and make one past relationship work the way you wanted to. Who would it be?"
I grinned, "Easy, Whitney."
"Why?"
I was still grinning thinking about her. "You mean besides that damn accent that drives us nuts?"
"Oi!"
Janice groaned and turned Wendy for another nice kiss.
I chuckled. "It was just that everything was perfect with Whitney. We laughed and smiled together. The twinkle in her eye, the way she carried herself. So confident in herself. We even started completing the other's sentences."
Wendy got an evil grin, then reached over and cupped Janice's big tit and tweaked her nipple making Janice gasp and then groan. "What about the boobs? You blokes are always going for the big boobs. You said she was a bit small chested."
I smiled remembering Whitney laid out on the bed, hair fanned out, knee kicked up, her small firm mounds drawing me like a magnet. "No, hers were perfect on her."
Wendy raised an eyebrow and tweaked Janice's nipple again.
"Seriously. Yes we notice big tits bouncing and moving. But that's temporary unless it's what we like. It's more about the woman they're attached to, the attitude that goes with them. You get a woman that doesn't like her body, big or small chest, it shows through. I'll take a woman comfortable with her figure over a big pair like yours any day."
"That's good to know Bob," I heard in that lovely British accent behind me.
I turned my chair to see a gorgeous woman standing there in a light tank top and short skirt with a beaming smile. It took me a moment, "Whitney?"
She smiled even brighter, "Hello Bob."
"What... How... It's really you?"
She nodded.
I'm not sure I even touched the ground as I went to her, wrapping my arms around her holding her tight and never letting her go. The feel of her in my arms, her scent, it all took me back to the boat.
I let go just enough to pull back and look her in the eye. "It really is you."
She grinned, bit the edge of her lip just like I remember her doing, then gave me a light peck on the lips.
LIGHT PECK HELL! I wrapped my arms around her again and gave her a kiss to rival all kisses ever given! She hesitated a moment, then wrapped her arms around me thoroughly returning my kiss.
When we broke the kiss, she snuggled under my chin. "There's something I need to tell you Bob."
"I don't care what it is. No matter what, only that you're here."
She pulled back smiling, but shook her head. "This is something important."
I didn't let her go, "Okay, then tell me. Whatever it is it will be okay."
"It would be easier to show you," and pulled back from me a bit.
I didn't want to let her go, and glanced at Wendy and Janice smiling on the love seat. Wendy nodded, and I did the hardest thing I have ever done. I let go of Whitney.
"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere."
"Not a chance in hell."
Whitney grinned and gave me another quick peck on the lips and barely escaped my arms to pull her back in tight. I watched those swaying hips and her swishing skirt until I couldn't.
I turned to look at Wendy and Janice for help. I got a chorus of, "You'll see."
I turned back when I heard Whitney's heels, and she was leading a small girl by her side.
"Bob, I'd like you to meet Roberta... your daughter."
Okay, that was totally out of left field. My legs gave out and I dropped to the chair and stared at her. She was the most gorgeous little girl, she was going to be a heart breaker, I could see Whitney in her. And I grinned, and she was mine!
She was walking toward me, "Hello."
Oh I'm a gonner.
"Are you really my daddy? Mummy has shown me pictures of you."
I really am a gonner, she has her mother's accent. I looked up at Whitney, eyes watering and hands tented over her mouth and nose. She nodded ever so slightly.
I looked back at Roberta, "I think so."
She grinned and stepped to me, "That's brill!"
I kneeled down and scooped her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I soon had another pair of arms from Whitney around the both of us.
I don't know how long we stood there, and somewhere along the way I shifted Roberta to one side and Whitney moved to the other for a three way hug.
I somehow managed to sit and keep my girls beside me. Whitney under one arm and Roberta on my lap.
"How did you?" I asked Wendy looking back and forth between her and Whitney.
Wendy grinned, "Sorority sisters. I heard all about this handsome bloke from the states that swept her off her feet, and then broke her heart."
We sat and began unraveling the confusion on both sides.
Wendy had already relayed the name confusion.
Whitney had just come back from Brighton... Australia, not England.
I went to KU, not MU.
She had overhead the conversation I had with Carry that morning.
"But we were just bullsh..." I got a raised eyebrow and a look at Roberta in my lap. "Just talking. I mean, remember Carrie. Petite little Carrie and what Carry said."
Whitney sighed. "I did a few months later when I heard something similar about someone else. But at the time it was all I heard. When I discovered I was pregnant I went back, but they were gone."
I chuckled, there had been a wild fire, and the propane tank explosion debris ripped the top off the marina office. Carry and Carrie decided it was a sign and decided to take the money and retire leaving some kid to lease the docks and such instead of rebuilding.
We spent the afternoon filling in the little details. I was worried about what Whitney would think about what I did to Patty, but she just laughed.
"Serves her right messing with my man!" Whitney caught herself up short and looked at me.
I just smiled and cupped her jaw and kissed her softly. For some reason my hand started migrating down her chest towards... I was intercepted, a glare at me, and then a glance at Roberta. I just smiled and shrugged, she rolled her eyes at me.
For the next few hours we had a double conversation, with me and Whitney mixing in whatever double entendre we could come up with.
We evidentially we didn't hide that last one. Roberta looked up at us, "Are you and Mummy talking about shagging?"
Whitney screeched, Wendy and Janice broke out laughing, I just turned a million shades of red.
"Come on pumpkin," Wendy said to Roberta, "Let's go feed the ducks."
"YEAH!" and scrambled off my lap and launched toward the kitchen.
As soon as I heard the front door close I turned Whitney and brought her to my lap and my lips. But I could only take so much of being this close and not having her.
I got one hand under her butt and stood heading for the stairs. Whitney just held on tighter, only putting her feet down once we were in the room.
I was going to slowly undress her and do it right, but Whitney was shucking her clothes like they were on fire. A moment later I was right behind her. When she lay back with her arms spread like she had on the yacht I stopped cold. All the frenzy died.
I leaned down and began kissing her ankle, slowly working my way up her leg.
I made it as far as mid-thigh before I was interrupted. Whitney grabbed my hair and pulled me up between her legs and wrapped them around me. "We'll have time for that later," she panted in my ear.
I backed up and slid into a tight wet pussy. Feeling Whitney clamp down on me and grunt as I bottomed out in her. I only paused a moment as we were a pair of rutting wild animals. Grabbing and holding, kissing and groping until we came in a screaming fit together...
I was lying beside Whitney trying to catch my breath. I grinned looking over at her chest heaving beside mine. Those lovely little points standing up firm and proud. Maybe a little bigger than I remember, her nipple and areola a little darker, a bit more pronounced nipple.
"Blokes and boobs..." Whitney giggled.
I snickered and rolled over to capture it with my mouth. That giggle turned into a groan as her arms surrounded my head.
We would probably have continued to round two, but a screeching little girl downstairs reminded us of where we were.
I had to stare as Whitney got dressed. Only a little thong under her dress, those lovely little points deliciously bare under her blouse. Those same points showing through just enough drawing me back to her.
Whitney snorted, Roberta screeched downstairs the moment I got my hand on her tit. I got a nice kiss and we made our way back down. Roberta totally forgotten her shagging question, but the grins from Wendy and Janice said they didn't.
I could only groan when all three of them looked at me after I put Roberta to bed. She fell asleep in my arms as I read to her, and it took three tries to slip her from my arms and under the covers before she stayed asleep.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing!" came the soft three way chorus.
I shook my head and wrapped my arms around Whitney from behind.
*After*
As in happily ever after.
I emailed my boss and told him with everything that went on with Patty, I needed to take a week off.
And I did, I needed to spend a week with Whitney and Roberta to wipe the skank from my memory.
We went all over Kansas City, did everything we could together. Roberta took her afternoon naps in my arms and on my chest. I spent the nights with Whitney in my arms and on my chest... and riding my cock and sitting on my face and...
All too soon the week was over and we had to get back to the real world. But we had plans, and we would talk or email daily. She had to get home to her parents, actually in England this time, and I had to get to work.
We burned up the airwaves with Skype. I had morning breakfast here while they had lunch in the UK. I read Roberta a story on my afternoon break for her evening bed time. I tried to get Whitney to buy one of those remote controlled OhMyBod vibrators. She grinned and shook her finger at me, "You cheeky bugger." She looked over her shoulder to make sure the coast was clear, then flashed her tits at me. I just grinned.
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I month later I was on a plane to London to spend two weeks, and then hopefully the rest of my life, with Whitney.
I saw the girls waiting beyond customs, with Whitney barely holding Roberta back. As soon as I cleared she released the hound. Roberta came running and screaming "Daaaaaadddiiiieee."
I dropped to my knees and held my arms out for her, it took quite a while before I could see well enough to stand. I even got a nice kiss from Whitney.
"So this is the scoundrel that broke my daughters' heart," I heard from behind me.
I turned to see a proper English gentleman standing with his thumbs hooked in his vest pockets.
"Daddy," Whitney whined.
The lovely older woman beside him slapped his shoulder.
He cringed and shielded his head with his arms, "Bloody hell, can't a bloke have a bit of fun?"
Roberta giggled, "Gran pa pa is funny."
We loaded my bags, and I cringed the whole way home. I've seen it, but experiencing driving on the wrong side of the road for the first time with a mad man behind the wheel is not for the faint of heart.
Her dad pulled up in front of a small mansion and I was finally able to release my grip on the door handle.
We barely got out of the car, and her dad was being drug away for something. The life of an ambassador.
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We were enjoying the day, a trip into town with my family. Roberta had just had her afternoon snack and was starting to settle down.
I crooked my finger at her and she came bouncing over. I cupped my hand and whispered in her ear. "Do you remember what you asked me the first time you saw me?"
She grinned nodding, then cupped her hand to my ear but did NOT whisper," Are you really my daddy?"
I heard Whitney's parents chuckle. I was getting 'the look' from Whitney. I whispered back to Roberta. "Do you think we should make it for real?"
She pulled her head back grinning and nodding like a bobble head.
I took her hand and lead her to where Whitney was sitting. But instead of handing Roberta off, I kneeled. "Whitney Fisher, will you marry me?"
Whitney gasped, then put her hands to her mouth and nose before slowly lowering her trembling hand to mine and was nodding just like Roberta had done earlier.
I slipped my grandmothers ring on her finger, then kissed her palm. She was wrapped around me as her folks were applauding along with Roberta trying to decide between clapping and hugging my leg. I picked her up and we had our first official three way family hug. Soon to be a five way hug with her parents joining us.
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They drove me to the airport, and I still clung to the door for my life. Her parents waited in the car with Roberta while Whitney walked me in. I held her tight enjoying her lips and seriously thinking about saying fuck it and staying here.
But we had a plan.
Whitney had two more months of class, and then she was flying to the states with Roberta. I had two months to find an apartment for the three of us. Wendy had veto power on the apartment... sheeesh!
We had the next year to make the official plan while she completed her degree in the US.
Oh boy did we come up with a plan.
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"Oi! Bobby boy. Quit ogling 'er bum and get to cookin'"
"I ain't looking at her ass. And she's getting fatter by the day."
There was a few gasps from a few newbies nearby.
"No shite, an' it's all yer fault too!"
I came around the end of the counter and wrapped my hand around Whitney from behind and began rubbing her growing belly. "Damn straight! Wanna practice some more?"
She gasped and turned to me shaking her finger and grinning, "Damn Yanks!" she said pulling away.
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This was our second year in running the 'Painted Lady' and it looked like we would be very close to being in the black by the end of the season.
It started off innocent enough. After the girls came back to the US we made a trip back to where it all started. Uncle Kyle still had his cabin, and we based out of there.
We stopped by the marina for old times sake... and were sadly disappointed.
The marina was still there, but in much need of regular maintenance. The guy running the place had a camper parked next to one of those prefab sheds. He rented a few off brand runners, but if you ran out of fuel, needed anything for your boat, or just wanted to get some basic supplies he had a list of local places posted on the shed. I probably grumbled about it for a few days remembering all the good times I had as a kid around there.
Finally Whitney couldn't take my grumbling any more. "So what would you do about it?" she asked as she sat straddling my lap.
I put my hands on her bare waist and gave her a quick peck before kicking my head back chuckling. "Hell babe, I don't know. They had a good operation going there. But after this long, could it even come back."
"Assume it could."
I blew my cheeks out. "Well the marina itself pays the taxes with slip rental and such. It's the extras at the office that are the gravy, all the Jet Ski rentals and such. Even then you're competing with all the other guys around the shore for the same customers."
"No way to corral that business?"
"Not really, the hot spot is party cove, and there's nothing around there."
"Nothing?"
"Well not really. It's a private cove for the most part. Really only accessible from the water. The residents around it do their best to discourage access."
"So you're locked out. Like land locked in reverse?"
"Yup, unless you want to put something directly... on... the water." I looked up at my genius fiancé.
"What?"
"The thing to do would be to put a satellite store directly on the water."
"Keep going."
"Like a deck boat or something. Sell fuel and supplies, maybe even a snack bar or something."
"And beer?"
"Possible. The fun part would be finding a spot to anchor. You'd be limited on supplies in coolers without shore power. Not sure if it is even feasible."
I looked at her grinning.
"But you're thinking about it aren't you?" she said.
I shrugged my shoulders.
Whitney gave me a soft kiss, "So run the numbers, do the research. At least then you'd know if that duffer is really barely making it, or just faffing off to just get by."
Well our first call was to Carry and Carrie. They were thrilled someone was taking an interest in it. They had received enough calls from old friends about the state of the place that Carry was thinking about coming out of retirement. Carrie was not happy about that thought.
They emailed us a copy of the last three years of books from before the explosion and Carrie was hoping for a return call.
I guessed pretty good. The marina made the basics with a little bit more than I had thought left over. The store and rentals were definitely the gravy with the rental and fuel being the top of the cake. The little convenience store corner was basically a write off to break even.
Carry had tried for a liquor license, but the city denied it for both retail and by the drink.
But if we were on the water all we would have to deal with are the state and coast guard.
But on the water meant a power problem.
But on the water meant liquor and higher profits.
Quite the Catch-22. Some further investigation was in order.
It was late enough in the season that party cove was dormant, so we decided to take Roberta with us. Whitney still scowls at me to this day. I rented an air boat. Whitney wasn't too sure, and Roberta was all grins. We had just barely gotten moving and Roberta was screaming out, "Faster daddy, faster!"
We zipped out and around on the lake for a bit before I headed around the point to check things out.
As I suspected, further up the point the pickings were pretty slim... but!
The old Sanderson place had the remains of a fairly long dock, and it was far enough in from the point to be feasible. Now if we could just convince Carl.
We met him for supper, but it wasn't going very well. He did not appreciate all them youngin's making so much noise. And that loud music.
Whitney put her hand on my arm to stop me as I was going to try another tact and took over. "Yeah, I can see how that would be a bother. All those topless and naked women being brought even closer to your place could be a real distraction."
He looked at Whitney, "Nekked?"
Whitney sighed, "Well you know how kids are these days, so competitive. I mean we almost have to have the wet t-shirt competitions to get the guys in to buy the beer. And then the girls get a few drinks in them and it just spirals from there. from wet t-shirt, to topless, and all too often it winds up a naked grind fest in order to win the competition."
Carl gulped.
"And then there is the problem of finding impartial judges too. I mean every guy is going to vote for his girl if he expects to get laid. So then we have to find someone that is willing to endure the torture of having to watch those girls and pick a winner."
"Um... just what... what are you proposing?"
I grinned, she had him!
We came to a tentative agreement, pending on what we found to float in. We would put a power and fresh water feed in out to a buoy far enough off shore to keep from being entangled in the city and county.
For a to be determined percentage, he would get a reserved seat at the bar, be the head judge in any contest he desired, and get his food and drink at cost to be deducted from his percentage.
So we started looking at boats, but anything with a useable surface and capacity was going to be outrageous. Then we lucked out. There was a company that went bankrupt in western Kentucky that had some 'mini' river barges they used to run things up a few of the smaller tributaries.
After a few serious talks we came to a decision and I took a good chunk of my 'slut employer' money and we purchased the smallest one they had and had it brought up to the lake. At nearly a hundred feet long and thirty five feet wide, small was a relative term.
The guy running the marina didn't appreciate us floating it into the big slip on the far end, but part of the lease of the marina was a slip for Carry or any friends to use whenever they wanted. And Carry never specified what slip.
The rest of my 'slut employer' money went into storage and equipment. Most of the hull for dry storage, but a fair amount for cold and frozen storage. We also had to put in fresh and black water storage tanks to satisfy the state health department.
Some time with some square tubing and a welder made an awning to put our bar and grill under, the grill area separated our by the drink from the package store. Some used restaurant equipment gave us a basic grill area. We had an arrangement with a convenience store up the road to use him and his supplier for our supplies, and arrangements with the local distributor for beer and liquor. We had fuel tanks on one end along with their containment bases. Diesel, gas, and propane. The propane was mainly for us, but we had a wet leg to fill BBQ cylinders if need be.
We thought we were all set for spring when Carry would give the duffer the news that his lease was not being renewed. We weren't even close.
By the end of the first day our 'weeks supply' of every chip and snack we had was sold out. The by the drink was a wash, and I had used almost half of my weeks supply of beef and fries.
We scrambled with emergency orders and scraped by that first week. By the end of the second month both the beer and food distributors had decommissioned refrigerated trailers parked at the marina, and I had begged and horse traded for a third refrigerated trailer for the summer to keep my miscellaneous stuff in that needed to be out of the heat.
Carl on the other hand was having the time of his life, he even shaved! He held court at the end of the bar admiring all the topless women come and go, he totally hated having to judge the contests. And was totally put out when some young lady needed a ride back to the marina to get something from her car.
I also knew we needed help. Whitney and I were dog tired and hadn't made love in several weeks. Hell I'm not sure what day it was other than it wasn't Tuesday only because there were no deliveries.
We hired a cook and another waitress and took the mornings off for the next two weeks.
We made it through the summer, and I for one was glad of a shorter summer season on the water. I shuddered to think we would have had at least a month or so still open if we had been on land.
I also knew we had a major refit to do over the winter. The bar was being cut in half, the table area doubled. I had to build a cooler area on the main deck for the kegs and cases of beer. Going to the hold storage all the time was getting real old, so it was either that or a lift system of some sort was a must have.
The diesel tank was history, as we only filled one boat all season. The five hundred gallon gasoline tank was the only thing that was about right. The kitchen was getting a second grill and three more deep fryers with a second five hundred gallon propane tank to feed them. We had to shut down a week earlier than planned because we ran out. We could shuttle our own gasoline, but had to pull anchors and have the barge pushed to shore for a propane fill.
And then there were all the changes in the hold. All that wasted dry storage area was being converted to freezer and cold storage. So much for taking the winter off!
So while the barge was being dry docked we hopped a plane for London to see her folks and get reacquainted with our daughter.
That was also the winter we became officially 'The Painted Lady.'
"So what do you think honey?" I heard behind me.
I turned, and nearly fell off my chair. "Damn that's hot!"
We had a bit of a difference of opinion with the local officials as to if the girls could go topless or not. My hot little wife had done some digging, and found quite the compromise... BODY PAINT!
She had a 'regular bikini' painted on, and yet it hid absolutely nothing! I could see every little bump and ripple on her tits and nipples.
She pulled her hair to one side and turned her back to me. "Should we have them paint the strings in, or just leave the back bare?"
"ARGH!" I roared and grabbed my wife. Flipping her to her back and yanking her thong down. I grabbed thighs and proceeded to bounce her little tits as hard as I could until she came in a screaming orgasm followed by my flooding her pussy.
The next year we were a big hit, and not a bikini top in sight. There was quite a variety of bottoms, but every top, and I mean EVERY top, came from a bottle. And Carl was there every morning to supervise the painting of the tits. The girls took great delight in teasing him as he ogled their tits.
The only exception was our bartender. She had decided to go old school and get a few sets of Burlesque tassels. And she took great delight in the tips she got when she gave them a twirl. Betting some of the new people if she could or couldn't, and then how long she could keep them going.
I enjoyed the Christmas in July when she changed the tassels out for bells! It seems like even when she stood still, those monster tits would start swinging and jingling the bells.
Mmmm, but those weren't the only tits that had my attention. There was a smaller set, but infinitely more interesting. Interesting in that they were getting bigger and bigger. Tastier and tastier.
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It was getting near the end of the season and it was going to be a toss-up if we closed for the season, or Whitney had our baby first.
I didn't let her pull away, I kept my hands under her belly making her giggle as I nuzzled her neck.
"You know I'm going to have to give them a thorough check up again tonight. I'd swear that you're starting to lactate."
"Only after ye shag me bum you ornery yank," she said with a grin.
I squeezed her ass, "Damn you drive a hard bargain."
She reached between us, "Better be nice and hard."
I groaned, she snickered. I love my wife, I love my wife.
She looked over her shoulder and wiggled that ass at me, then flipped her skirt up just long enough for me to see the big crystal headed butt plug between her tanned cheeks.
DAMN I love my wife!
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And so we spent the next several years of our life. Winters in Tennessee with her parents, dad now retired.
Thankfully we had a small house off to one side of his property. The wild sex when Whitney runs around naked and scantily dressed might get a bit embarrassing. I just grin when I can make her scream in orgasm.
Come late January or early February we take a two week cruise to be 'alone'.
Our real reason is so Whitney can show off, and I can show her off. She packs all silky boxers for me, I set out ONE bra for her. And ONLY one. She is only 'allowed' to wear it to and from the airport. It usually comes off in the cab on the way!
I have an entire two week vacation of Whitney dressed in sheer tops and dresses. The evening dinner dresses are a little more on the translucent side, but we make sure to sit where the light is just right and just happens to light up her chest!
All bikinis are translucent, and transparent when wet. We were scolded for not staying in the adults' area the first cruise. Seems too many ladies were not appreciating their men with tongues hanging out looking at my hot wife. Sucks to be them!
Going up to the European deck so she can be topless is heaven. She snickers at my hard on when she wears one of those bottoms that the strings go up over her shoulders. The evil woman wraps the strings around her nipples and tugs on them whenever I look at her.
And even being able to see right through any top she had on, every picture I took on vacation had to have two more just like it. The first regular, then one with her top pulled aside or up to flash her tit, and a third flashing whatever butt plug she had in.
Every night I was 'forced' to fuck my wife's ass. And it was usually after I shot my first load deep in her pussy or down her throat so she could have a long deep ass fuck. But she sure was a messy eater, letting my cum dribble out of her mouth and down on to her tits.
The look on one of our dinner table companions when she realized what was on Whitney's lips and chest at dinner was hilarious! I think her husband was jealous, I just wanted to go back to the room and do it again before the evening theater show.
We usually sat in back so Whitney could open her top and cuddle against me while I groped her tits. We ALWAYS got excellent bar service for some reason. If she was I a real ornery mood, she'd take an ice cube from her drink and run it across her nipples while the guys eyes were glued to them.
I chuckled the one evening we had a waitress instead of a waiter. She was either bi or les, she grinned at me playing with Whitney's chest, 'Tasty!' she said softly. She pouted when I told her Whitney was all mine.
I had to cover my mouth when Whitney dropped between my knees to suck me down when the waitress left. I bit my jacket when she made me blast all over her tits... again! I grinned when the waitress returned later and looked like she wanted to lick Whitney's chest clean.
Whitney leaned back against me after the waitress left, "Well it was either that, or pop my plug out and sit down on your dick to fill my ass."
I looked down at cum covered tits. She truly is an ornery British wench!
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*And now for my disclaimers which were inspired by JimBob44, thanks for the inspiration.
Yes, I never met a comma or ellipse I didn't like.
Yes, it jumps around too much.
Yes, it's in the wrong category.
Yes, it's too long.
Yes, it's too short.
Yes, this is stupid shit.
If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data.
And, yes, I suck.
Go have yourself a warm and fuzzy day.
BTW, you only get to comment on spelling and grammar if you are volunteering to be an editor. Those comments and rants will be deleted, you've been warned.
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After Mandy left, I decided to take a shower, get dressed and go shopping.
I didn't want to drive down town, so I chose one of the large malls nearby. I parked and headed into the mall. As I was wandering around, I noticed a tall blonde. She was doing the same as I. Idly wandering around, looking for a bargain.
We were going in the same direction that gave me a chance to look her over pretty good. She didn't have a lot going for her except her looks. She was rather pretty with sharp chiseled features. Her fingers were long and slender. Her legs appeared skinny. I couldn't spot any sign of a decent ass and she had no tits at all.
Why was my cock stirring? It must have been the sensual way she walked. She didn't walk, she floated.
After a few minutes of wandering around, she noticed I was following her. We had stopped at the same window. I wasn't really looking at the window display when she caught my eye. Saying that she noticed I was following her, she asked what I wanted. When I replied "nothing", she gave a little laugh and, motioning to the window, asked if I was thinking about trying them on.
It was then that I saw the display. A ladies lingerie shop. On display was the skimpiest lingerie possible. It reminded me of that store in Hollywood. I told her that I quit looking at the displays after I spotted her and the graceful way she moved. I felt compelled to follow her. I was intrigued with the way she walked.
Her voice had a smooth melodious tone and her eyes twinkled as she looked at me. I invited her for a cup of coffee so we could get better acquainted. Over coffee, we told each other our names and what we did for a living.
Her name was Elizabeth, but she preferred to be called Liz. She was eager to learn more about how I managed to live quite well on investments. In turn, I wanted to hear more about her dancing. Liz was into ballet and had not yet managed to land a starring role.
After most of the small talk was out of the way, I invited her to dinner that night. Liz said that she would accept, but it would have to be a "late night" dinner as she had to dance. I agreed and she told me that she would leave a ticket at the box office for me.
We parted. She to continue her shopping and whatever else she was going to do. I headed home to see if my Tux was clean. I arrived at the box office in time to claim my ticket and take my seat just before the curtain went up. The girl at the box office was amused that Liz had left a ticket for me.
The show wasn't anything out of the ordinary like Swan Lake or anything, just a runf-the-mill ballet. The dancers were graceful, as expected and the show was nice.
When the curtain fell, I went backstage to collect Liz for our "Late Night" dinner. I met several members of the cast and chatted with them while Liz was dressing.
Liz came out of her dressing room and we left. I took her to the Chez Paree', a French restaurant that specialized in quiet dining nooks. The service was superb. The food was brought to the table on a serving cart with sterno burners to keep everything hot. Our waiter didn’t hover, yet, when out plates looked like they needed more food, he magically appeared and served us.
When we had finished dining, I offered to escort Liz home and she accepted. Driving to her place, we chatted and I learned that she was leaving in a few days. Her dance troupe was going on the road. I walked her to the door and she handed me the key. As I unlocked the door, she invited me up for a glass of Brandy. I thought, "why not," and accepted.
Her apartment was rather drab. She rented it furnished, so you couldn't expect luxury. Going on the road as much as she did meant that buying her own place was not very practical.
As we chatted and sipped our brandy, I noticed that, ever so often, Liz would glance at my cock. As she did so, she had a nervous habit of licking her lips. I took the opportunity to look her over. I was right. She didn't have any tits at all. The gown she was wearing fit like a body suit and didn't leave anything to the imagination.
Liz got up to pour more brandy. As she walked away from me, I looked at her ass. Although she didn't have a large ass, it was a very graceful one. she had a slight swaying motion from side to side, nothing exaggerated, but it was causing my cock to swell just the same.
As she handed me the brandy, I felt my eyes drawn to hers. Taking the glass and her hand, I pulled her toward me. Sitting the glass on the end table, I tilted her chin and kissed her. The response was as though I had let a tiger out of it's cage. She was all over me. This lady was hot.
After a session of very heavy petting, she got up off my lap and led me to the bedroom. We would have broken a record getting undressed, but I had that damned tuxedo on and there were buttons everywhere. Liz helped though and soon had me stripped. I knelt and, taking the hem of her gown, began to slide it up her legs. As I removed her gown, I rubbed the silk material against her legs and pussy as I moved up past her stomach and tits.
Little quivers of ecstasy traveled the length of her body. Her eyes closed and a low moan escaped her throat. Picking her up, I moved to the bed and lay her down. Then I began a journey of kissing her from head to toe. She just lay there, not moving, savoring every moment.
Once in a while, I'd find a spot that made her quiver and I'd concentrate on it. Deciding that I had worked her over long enough, my tongue found the silken hair of her pussy. As I licked her inner thighs, flicking my tongue over and in her pussy, she began to rotate her hips. She kept forcing her hips higher and higher against my hot tongue.
I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and started licking and sucking her clitoris until she begged me to fuck her. I was hard as a rock by then, so I moved into position to put my cock inside her.
As the crown of my cock slipped past the entrance, she lunged upward, taking the entire length with one stroke. Suddenly, we both were slamming our bodies against one another as fast and as hard as we could. In no time at all, Liz climaxed. I had a "false cum" and idly wondered how many I would have this time. We rested for a while with my cock buried deep inside her. Then, as I began a slow stroking motion, Liz asked me to get off. She wanted to show me something.
As I withdrew my cock from her wet pussy, I noticed that the little bugger had grown to his full 12 inches. This was unusual.
Liz got out of bed and, bending over backwards, placed her hands flat on the floor. Her body formed an arch with her pussy high in the air. She then told me that she wanted me to suck her pussy. When I felt her coming, I was to fuck her in this position. This lady was full of surprises.
The position that she was in not only had her pussy thrust high in the air, but it also had her pussy lips opened wide. I placed my mouth over her sex and began licking and sucking her.
It wasn't long before I noticed that her whole body was shaking. It took a lot of effort to maintain that position. She begged me to fuck her. I placed the crown of my ready cock at the entrance of her pussy. Taking hold of her ass cheeks, I began to ease my rigid cock inside. Her pussy was very tight. The position had a lot to do with it. It took some while for me to get my cock inside, but the more I pushed and pulled, the wetter she got.
Finally, it became easier to stroke my cock in and out of her tight pussy. The friction soon had my balls tightening and I knew that I was ready to cum. I increased the pace and my balls erupted in a fantastic cum.
I kept fucking her until I had emptied every last drop from my balls. I continued fucking her until my cock began to soften. When I withdrew my cock, she collapsed. I went to wash up while she rested. After she cleaned up, we got dressed and returned to the living room.
As we finished the brandy, we talked. I asked her how she learned that position. Her first ballet teacher, when she was 12 used to suck her pussy while she maintained the balance required of the movement.
Later, when she was adept at the position and was about 15, he fucked her in that position and she loved every minute of it. Since then, it was her favorite way to fuck. She also told me that she had a large dildo. When there wasn't a man available, she would stick that in her cunt. Then she would put on a pair of panties to hold it in place, turn it on and assume the position. My cock was starting to swell listening to her.
I asked her if the men in the ballet were helpful when she was on the road. She told me that most of them were gay. Now and then, she managed to find one that would fuck, even if he was gay. She described one guy like that. He invited her to his apartment once. While they were fucking, his boy friend showed up. She laughed as she described the fight they had. The language and the names they called each other was an education.
And, after they had simmered down, she watched them suck each others' cocks while she played with her pussy. Later, after this guy's lover drifted off to sleep, she managed to get a fuck after all. As we were finishing our brandy, Liz asked if I would stay the night. Her stories had caused my cock to get pretty stiff and I decided that I would.
We went to the bedroom and climbed into bed. Liz felt my stiff cock against her belly as we cuddled, but told me that she had enough for the time being. With that, we drifted off to sleep.
About dawn, I awoke to find Liz sucking my cock. She had that sucker clamped in her mouth and was working it over good. I was hard as a rock. When she saw that I was no longer asleep, she announced that it was about time I woke up.
She said that I had already had 2 "false cums" and she was ready to fuck. I felt my tight balls and knew that it wouldn't be long until I came. When I told her this, she straddled my legs. Rubbing my huge cockhead against her hot pussy, she slid down it's length until it was buried deep inside. Then she moved her legs out to the side in a split.
Using just her hands and arms, she began to raise and lower her hot pussy on my rigid cock. The position caused her pussy to be extremely tight on my cock and the feeling was sensational.
After a couple of minutes, my cock started jerking and cum began rising from my balls. She continued milking my cock until there wasn't a drop left. I asked where she had learned this position. It seems that she had invented it herself.
We then cleaned up. While I was dressing, Liz made breakfast. After we had finished eating, we turned on the TV and sat on the sofa drinking our coffee.
After a while of commercial TV, Liz asked if I wanted to watch a movie. I asked what she had. She just smiled and went to the TV cabinet and opened a drawer. Taking out a video tape, she put it in the player and started it. When she switched the TV over to tape, I knew why she smiled. It was a -rated movie.
Liz adjusted the sound and sat down next to me on the sofa. As the movie began, she lay down with her head in my lap. Liz said that she had a couple of favorites. This was one of them. After all the screen credits were over, the movie began. It didn't have any noticeable plot other than fucking.
A woman, presumably Spanish, was sucking on a donkey's cock. Now a donkey isn't a very large animal, but his cock was enormous. It had to be 2' long and about 4" in diameter. How that woman managed to get that cock hard, I'll never know.
After she felt that the donkey's cock was hard enough she moved to a table and, bending over, offered her pussy to the donkey.
The donkey moved toward her and you could see him sniffing the air. As he reached the woman, he shoved his nose between her legs and began to lick her pussy. He kept this up for about 5 minutes. You could see her body responding time and again as she had orgasm after orgasm. I thought she would collapse.
Then the donkey reared up and, placing his front hoofs on her back, proceeded to stick that massive cock in her pussy. The woman reached between her legs and helped the donkey get his cock lined up. As soon as the donkey felt his cockhead slip between her pussy lips, he gave a lunge.
I swear, I don't know how that woman took it all, but she did. The donkey buried his entire cock deep within her in one lunge. Then, he began the frantic fucking movements that seems common with all animals in heat. Slamming that massive cock in and out of her until he came.
After the donkey got off, the woman collapsed. End of movie.
Watching this, I had gotten horny again. My cock had started swelling. I could see by the little smirk on Liz' face that she could feel it.
Liz changed the tape, putting on another of her favorites. This one was a little more like an American made fuck film than the first. When the movie began, there were two teenagers studying in one of their bedrooms.
As they studied, it became obvious that the course they were cramming for was sex education. One of them was Betty and the other was Eve. As they got deeper in their studies, they began discussing what each had tried to learn about sex. Betty told Eve about the black basketball player she had sucked off. Eve, in turn, told Betty about taking on 3 chemistry students who had invented an aphrodisiac. It made you horny and left you with no muscle control. It gave you a sort of "out of body" experience. As the two girls related their stories, I watched as each rubbed their nubile little titties and crotches. The stories they told were turning each other on.
Before long, Betty asked Eve if it would be all right for her to kiss her. Betty explained that she wanted to be more adept at "making out." She needed someone to practice on that would give her advice. Eve said “sure” and the two of them moved to the bed to begin the experiment. Eve told Betty that she would be the boy. When she reached for Betty, Betty was to close her eyes, think sexy thoughts and just let her lips and body respond. Betty asked how she would know if she was doing it right. Eve told her that she could tell by her pussy juice. Nothing told the truth more than a wet pussy.
Now my cock was getting so hard that it was beginning to be painful. All bound up in my shorts with no place to grow. Liz wasn't helping matters either with the rubbing motion she had been putting on my cock with the back of her head.
As Eve reached for Betty with her lips slightly parted, Betty closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Eve placed a wet juicy kiss on Betty's full lips. Then she began to move her head from side to side, ever so slightly, working her tongue deep into Betty's mouth. I could see Betty was beginning to respond. Her breath was getting deeper and her little titties was starting to rise and fall with the movement of her chest. Eve reached for the buttons on Betty's dress just about the same time that Liz unzipped my pants. As Eve undressed Betty, Liz reached in and managed to extract my huge cock.
Betty was getting hotter and hotter. Eve removed Betty's dress and slid her bra up above her little titties. Then, taking a nipple in her mouth, she rolled it back and forth with her tongue. Liz had my cock in her mouth and was sucking it like a day-long lollipop. Betty decided it was time for her to experiment on Eve, so she began to undo Eve's sweater. When the sweater was off, she removed Eve's bra. Eve had larger tits that Betty. Taking one in her mouth, Betty imitated Eve's sucking action by rolling Eve's nipple around in her mouth.
Liz was stroking my cock, fondling my balls and gently nibbling on my cockhead. I had already reached one of my "false cums" and she was working on another one.
Both Betty and Eve decided to stop and take off the rest of their clothing. This done, they slid into a '69' position to experiment some more. When they started licking and sucking each other, I knew they were no longer acting. Liz let go of my cock, raised up and took off her shorts and panties. Then, facing the TV so she could watch, she straddled my legs and aimed my turgid cock at her pussy lips. As my cockhead slipped in, she lowered herself until the full length was inside her.
We watched the two girls in the movie as Liz began to move up and down on my cock. After a few minutes of this, she came and I reached another "false cum." Liz kept up the movement until the movie finished. Then, she got off my cock and changed the tape. This time she put on a movie that started with a black stud and a white chick. No ordinary bullshit, just plain old-fashioned fucking.
Liz returned to the couch, straddled my legs and stuffed my rigid cock in her hot pussy again. As I watched the action, I got a start. That was John in the movie. I'd recognize that cock anywhere. Liz told me that this was her favorite. She had a fantasy about a big black cock. When I told her that I knew the guy in the movie, she came. After she finished milking my cock some more, she asked me to introduce her. I promised I would if she would be a good girl and make me cum.
Two more movies, 4 more "false cums" and a lot of sucking cock and she finally made me cum. The clincher came when she went to the refrigerator and got some ice. While Liz was sucking my cock, she rubbed the ice on my balls until I came.
After getting dressed again, I figured it was time to go home, so we exchanged telephone numbers. Promising to get together when she returned from her tour, we said goodbye and I left. | How to Stop Smoking Ch. 10 | [
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I texted Jamie the day after he buttfucked me for the first time: "Hey, sup?"
No response. A strong ignore. After a second text went unanswered the next day, I thought: Well, fuck. So that's how it works. Fine. I'm straight, not like I'd ever want to do anything with a man again anyway. Just a one time fling, seeing what being bi was like.
Still, I felt a tiny bit butthurt. Both figuratively and literally, my recently virgin ass sore from being buttfucked so hard. But sore in a good way, a reminder of what, let's face it, had been a surprisingly sexy experience being smoothly seduced and then shafted balls deep.
I sent out a bunch of hook up requests over the next few days with various women. The first date went nowhere, that sort of awkward small talk over an old fashioned (and a glass of Pinot Noir for her) with someone who it turned out was only compatible on screen, but in meatspace wanted me to buy her dinner after it was evident she'd never fuck me.
The second woman, Renee, was somewhat plain looking, but from the moment we met she was giving me that look that said she knew I was out of her league, and so she would try really hard to please me. So I took her back to my apartment, and she responded to all the signals that she was ready to fuck - she took off her high heels, indicating she wanted to stay, accepted a half glass of wine to relax her inhibitions, pupils wide open from attraction, tilting her head, touching my arm, spreading her legs a bit - all but saying she would let me fuck her on the first date, and let me do anything I wanted. Soon she was sucking my cock, but I kept thinking of what it must feel like from her perspective as she deepthroated me, let me flip her into doggystyle, fuck her pussy a bit. And finally, to relive vicariously what Jamie had done to me, I fingered Renee's puckered back hole then buttfucked her while she moaned and looked over her shoulder at me and told me she was my dirty girl and I could do what I wanted. I came hard, thinking of how it had felt with Jamie inside me.
I was hoping Renee might be an ongoing booty call for me, but things went sideways as she was cuddling up afterwards, looking lovingly into my eyes, her mousy brown hair tumbled across my chest:
"So, does this mean you're my boyfriend?"
"Hmm?" I said, raising my eyebrows.
She waited, her eyes looking for an answer.
"Wouldn't that be moving a bit fast?"
"Fast? Letting you in my butt isn't intimate enough for you?"
"I think we've got different algorithms for what constitutes intimacy."
She blinked.
It occurred to me that she might not know what an algorithm was. Or how normal relationships developed. Or what my name was. Maybe I should stop fucking total strangers ...
Nah, that's crazy talk.
"I don't wanna fight. Let's just cuddle up and go to sleep. We can talk about when you'll be my boyfriend in the morning."
"Umm ... I don't do sleepovers on the first date."
She took that in, the crazy slowly seeping into her eyes. Or maybe it had been there all along and I was slow on the uptake, ignoring the red flags in a warehouse loaded to the ceiling with red flags. "YOU PUT YOUR PENIS IN MY BUTT!"
"I've had a cock in my ass before and I didn't immediately jump to, oooh, let's go get married, oh, and what's your name again."
"WHAT?"
Five minutes later, she'd gotten past the anger stage of the Kubler-Ross sequence for grief and loss and had transitioned into bargaining about what sexual acts she would offer me if I'd let her stay the night. While I was in the poorly documented "You need to leave now ... no, really, I mean like, RIGHT now ... because I don't do crazy" stage that all the major psych textbooks seem to curiously omit. They really need to update those books, I thought as she yanked on her clothes and stormed out. Make them more relevant to freshmen.
The door slammed. That went well, I thought, reminiscing on that scene from Firefly where Mal winds up naked in the desert.
Prolly no future booty call there, I thought. Unless her algorithm is melodrama followed by angry tearful nonstop make up fucking. Hmm ... knowingly sticking my dick in crazy. That's worked so well in the past, I thought, remembering the chubby schoolteacher French-Vietnamese "girlfriend" who after a few "dates" started letting me fuck her for a nominal fee on weekends, saving up to move out of her mom's house.
Several days later, frustrated and horny after a date that went nowhere, I went home and fired up my laptop to jack off to videos of big titted dark eyed women. I'd gotten comfortably naked in bed and started watching something titled "Latina's Colombian Big Ass Gets Fucked Hard" when my cell phone chimed that I had a text incoming.
It was from Jamie: "Can you cum over now?"
"It's been like a week. The fuck?" On my laptop screen, a dark eyed beauty was in doggy style position, looking seductively over her shoulder at some big dicked guy wearing a condom who was rubbing her big sexy butt and lubing her pussy, getting ready to stick it inside.
"Don't be that guy. Here's the deal - I wanna role play. You cum over and don't talk, just fire up my bong and get 420d on good Colorado weed. Follow my lead, do what I say."
I considered deleting the text as the latina in the video moaned and wiggled her plump butt as she got fucked, her thiccness jiggling delightfully. My hole itched, and I suddenly wished I was her in that video, getting taken hard.
"Umm ... OK. Sounds kinda hot. See you in five?"
"Remember - no talking unless absolutely necessary, starting right now. No reply text, just cum over."
I knocked on Jamie's door, but it just starting opening from the pressure of the knocking. So I walked in. Jamie wasn't there, but the dark charcoal grey coffee table in front of the black leather couch had a huge red bong, preloaded with what I assumed was more of his kickass Colorado bud from last time.
And a small pile of unopened women's lingerie, with a handwritten note:
"Undress and put one of these sets on. No arguing - if you don't like it, that's fine, but you'll have to leave. I'm gonna assume consent for everything I do, unless you speak up. You won't be forced into anything. But if you dissent to anything, you'll be asked to go. Unless I ask you to role play nonconsent.
Today's role play is you're a high end call girl. Knock on my bedroom door when you're dressed for the role and ready to service your client.
Oh, and take the tab of E next to the bong, plus a hit or three from the bong, get your head in a good place."
I looked at that lingerie for what seemed to be a long time. Really? He expects me to wear THAT?
But my dick started getting hard at the thought. And I rarely overruled my cock in these situations - if they get your considerably less thoughtful head hard, you gotta fuck them. Unless ... you know. If they're crazy.
I'd never taken Ecstasy, but I'd heard good things about it, a Love The World drug, so I swallowed the white tab of E, washing it down with some Italian mineral water he'd thoughtfully provided. Then I toked up, smoking the entire bowl. Already slightly stoned and feeling good, I picked a pair of black lacy panties and bra and put them on. The bra was a tiny A- cup, the size of cup that a sexually insatiable Japanese girlfriend I'd had would wear briefly before they got yanked down, my mouth on her lovely dark brown nipples, feeling them get hard in my mouth as she moaned and got dripping wet.
My hard pecs filled the bra cups. Feeling incredibly weird and self conscious wearing women's clothing, I loaded the bong with another nugget of weed with little golden hairs from the black eighth ounce container on the coffee table, then grasped the bong by the long red neck and walked to Jamie's bedroom door. I considered bailing, but I felt really good from the buzz that was building, so I knocked tentatively.
He opened the door, fully clothed, wearing charcoal grey slacks and a crisp white dress shirt, like he was dressed to show he respected me, that I was a valued professional providing a much desired service. His dark eyes hungrily took in my scantily clad body. He twirled his finger, so I slowed turned around for him. He stopped me halfway through and gently squeezed my cheeks covered in black lace. "You're even hotter than your picture your agency sent. Should I pay you now, or after ...?"
Fuck it. Embrace the role. "Now. What kind of businesswoman waits til after the services have been performed?"
He took out his wallet and removed a crisp hundred dollar bill, and tucked it in my bra, then squeezed the A cup holding the pay.
"I'm not some brokeass ho. My usual rate is way more than that. Do you want me to be my client or not?"
"The agency said they'd give me a special introductory rate, but if I liked the services, I should leave a generous tip."
I gave him a smoldering look. "Oh, you're gonna wanna leave a great tip, if you want me back."
"Sure. Here, sit by me on the bed."
We sat down. He took a dark blue cologne bottle, with a gold cap and a gold circle that looked like a coin in the center, off the nightstand beside him and misted the left side of his face and neck. "That's Versace." He picked up a different bottle, colored brown fading to gold at the bottom, that looked vaguely like a torpedo shaped breast with a huge erect nipple, and misted his right side too. "Dior. Now tell me which you like."
I scooted closer so my hips were touching his, and leaned in to smell both sides. "Fuuuck. I love both."
He touched my chin and gently pushed his lips toward mine, as if to kiss me.
I stopped him by putting a fingertip on his lips, our mouths so close I could feel the heat of each exhale of breath, smell the scent of his minty mouthwash, breathing in the scent of those heavenly colognes, looking in his eyes, which were dark with wide open pupils, looking like he was entranced. "Sorry, professionals don't kiss."
"I'd assumed we'd contracted for GFE."
What the fuck is that, I thought. I waited for clarification, not wanting to shatter the illusion by being uninformed of terminology a call girl would know.
"It means Girl Friend Experience, you act as if ..."
"I know what it means. I reserve that only for a select few of my long-standing clientele ..." I bit my lip, as if considering a polite "no". But, he'd said refusing wasn't an option if I wanted to stay. "But, I might make an exception, since you're exceptionally handsome, and appear to be well heeled and generous ..."
I stopped talking and discreetly waited for him to act on the word "generous".
He pulled a fifty out of his wallet and tucked it in with the hundred. When I nodded my assent, he leaned in and teasingly, slowly, brought his lips to lightly touch mine. I felt a rush of pleasure from the physical contact, a craving for sensual touch, and realized that must be the Ecstasy kicking in. He pushed me down on the bed so I was laying on my back, and then lay beside me. Jamie's tongue parted my lips, and I gladly opened up, let him inside my mouth, my tongue starting to sensually and slowly play with his, my head feeling love for the touch, for him, for being so ... ALIVE. God, I was loving what the E was doing for me. As the kiss deepened, my right hand unbuttoned his shirt and played with his slightly hairy chest with gym hardened pecs and six pack abs, while I slowly ran my left hand up the inside of his dress slacks, feeling so much pleasure from the slight rasp of the wool sliding under my fingertips. I began caressing his inner thigh, then traced both sides of his crotch, teasing him. The weed and E were kicking in hard now - my fingertips felt like miniscule blue and red sparks were crackling between my fingertips and the soft expensive feeling wool covering his groin as I began stroking his stiffening manhood.
He groaned with pleasure. He whispered, "You like that big cock?"
I sighed and whispered back, "Yeeeees." We kissed slowly but passionately as he unbuckled the top button of his slacks for me. I unzipped his slacks.
"Touch it."
He wasn't wearing any underwear, so his stiff cock slid easily out. It was long, seven, maybe eight inches to my inexperienced eye, and circumcised. I lightly gripped the base, his flesh hot and soft and so sexy to my touch. "Wow," I whispered, as I began to stroke it, looking appreciately into his eyes at this pleasure he was giving me. I slipped my right arm around his shoulder and leaned my chest again his, the erect nipples inside my black bra sensually sliding against his lightly haired chest, and we kissed some more, his tongue probing deeper inside, sliding in and out, gently mouth fucking me. I reciprocated by squeezing and twisting my hand around his cockhead, loving the feel of his hot flesh, giving in to the desire.
"Kiss it. Kiss the tip."
I gave it a loving, lingering kiss, then licked the salty precum off, his prick twitching at the rasp of my tongue. He lightly put a hand on my shoulder, directing me, and I followed the pressure of his hand and slid off the bed and between his thighs, sank to my knees. I looked up at his eyes, waiting. It felt utterly surreal to be in this submissive position.
He sat up on the edge of the bed, put a hand on the back of my neck and gently forced my lips onto his cock. As I kissed his cockhead he pushed a bit deeper and facefucked me, quickly picking up the pace and grabbing my head with both hands, still watching me with his sexy lustful eyes. He groaned, I licked harder, swiping my tongue across the cockhole and down around the rubbery soft helmet, and he groaned loudly, "You gonna take my cum?"
I took my mouth off to say, "You wanted girlfriend experience, yeah?"
He resumed mouthfucking me. "Then swallow." He grunted and thrust.
"Wait," I said. "Let me make you cum." I cupped his balls while holding his shaft, rubbed his silky soft helmet again the inside of my cheek, and then tapped it lightly over and over with my hand from the outside of the cheek, just a thin layer separating his prick from my hand.
He groaned and grabbed my head and pulled my hair.
He came in my mouth.
He shot hot jets of cum over my tongue, salty and a bit bitter and yeasty and oh so good.
"Swallow."
I ran my tongue over the underside of his cockhead and let his cum inside me, down my throat, so intimate an act, barely keeping up with the spurts ...
As he grew soft in my mouth, he grabbed my hips and swung me around, face down and legs splayed wide, pressed prone against the bed and looking over my shoulder. He pulled my black lacy panties to the side. I watched him press his softening prick between my cheeks and rub it, then take a bottle of lube from his dresser and dribble it on his cockhead and my hole, the liquid cool and sexy, knowing he wanted to fuck me again, overcome his refractory period and get hard for me. Soon I felt him get stiff again as he rubbed his cock, slick with my spit and his cum and the lube, slid it against my arsehole, and it occurred to me that I must have been the last person he fucked, which was why he was so horny and full of cum, saving all his cum for me. So thoughtful ... I felt a rush of pleasure thinking of him letting his cum build up for days, resisting the urge to jack off or fuck someone else so it would be better for us, more urgent and passionate. He pressed his prickhead against my hole and tried to get inside as I moaned and surrendered to the lovely rush of E and the countervailing pressure and pain, the E taking the pain and turning it into warmth and intimacy and giving, tried to give him the best girlfriend experience ever, my entire body his to tease and fuck ... a professional call girl giving him whatever he needed, whatever he desired ... | 420'd Accidental Bi Sex Ch. 02 | [
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I sell high-end fishing tackle. My customers are the very rich and the very successful charter captains. I am based in California but travel the coast of the US.
My trips to coastal central Florida are always my favorite. The customers are great; the business is good, and best of all I get to stay at a luxury hotel for the first four days. This is at the insistence of my boss who feels that we who travel should be pampered occasionally. The staff in this place is fantastic, the food great, and the view from every room spectacular. It is truly the type of place where you half expect Robin Leach to knock at your door.
Things unfolded a bit when I got a call early Friday that my Sunday flight had been cancelled. I asked about alternatives and the rep said there was only a "red-eye" that left Irvine at 11:50 PM on Friday. It had a short layover in Las Vegas; I would have to change planes in Atlanta, and would arrive in Tampa at 10:00 AM on Saturday. The good news was that the ticket was $150 less, and yes my upgraded seat (1C) was still available. I took it and called the hotel. They could easily accommodate my request for an extra night and it would actually save me $50/night on the room rate. They also told me that my parcels had already arrived and were being held for me. It was a 'no-brainer'. I called the office to let them know of my change in plans and got through to the boss, who simply said, "Enjoy the day in the sun and good luck with Jim on Tuesday!" Jim is one of my best customers and had invited me to go fishing with him. He is a crusty old salt but had just signed a deal to buy four new boats. I wanted to outfit them.
There was a long line of raucous folks ready to board and I could see that I wasn't going to get a whole lot of sleep on this leg. I took my seat and there was a gorgeous young thing sitting in 1D. She wore a short pleated skirt and a peasant top with no bra evident. She didn't really need one with those perky tits. We exchanged pleasantries and when asked about her destination she simply said that she was a second year law student at Emory, in Atlanta, and her name was Terri.
She could sense my displeasure at all the hubbub and confided that she took this flight all the time (Her father was a pilot for the airline) and almost all of these people would deplane in Vegas. We took off, and sure enough, I wasn't going to get the thirty minute 'power nap' I wanted on this leg. Before we landed she got up and chatted with the flight attendant, who was a looker in her own right. They talked for a bit and the attendant kept looking over at me, smiling, and nodding. When Terri came back and slid over to her seat she faced me and damn near pushed her pussy in my face. She sat, pulled the shared armrest up, and moved a bit closer with her leg resting against mine.
As we prepared for landing the pilot announced that instead of a thirty minute layover it would be an hour and a quarter but not to worry, with the jet blowing the way it was we would get to Atlanta right on schedule. "Let's go play the slots" Terri suggested. I'm not much of a gambler but agreed to go. We deplaned and I bought a roll of quarters from a machine. I lost almost all of it but just as the initial boarding announcement was made I hit a progressive machine for $575 dollars. I took the chit to a payout window and collected my loot. Terri joined me, took my arm, and murmured something in my ear about the night being young and that even better luck was around the corner.
As we walked back to the gate she asked if I was a member of the 'Mile High Club'. I told her that I had always wanted to be but was a little bit afraid of the consequences if caught. She looked right into my eyes and said that she had already cleared it with the attendant and the only consequences might be sheer ecstasy.
We retook our seats and the front cabin was now empty except for one old road warrior who was snoring away in row eight. The flight attendant brought us over a couple of blankets with the admonishment of 'just in-case the captain needs coffee'. Terri pulled a blanket over my lap and began to stroke me through my shorts. I got very hard very fast. She unzipped my shorts and undid the button. "Oh my god" she said. 'I'm going to introduce you to the 'mile high club' and you're going to introduce me to the 'one foot and thick club'! Can you control that thing?"
I assured her that I could. She continued to stroke me. My left hand fondled those nice perky tits as we took off. I worked my way down to her thighs and discovered no panties but just a very wet and loose pussy. The bell chimed as we passed 10,000 feet and the seatbelt sign went off. The flight attendant was still in her jump seat as obviously none of the three passengers in first were interested in snacks or drinks.
Terri rolled over on me and poised her cunt over my shaft. "You're about to go places that no man has ever reached". I had heard that before and am always pleased to pleasure a woman who appreciates a big cock. I let her take me at her pace, although I was tempted to 'slam dunk' her. She got it all in and ground her clit against my pelvic bones. "God I could stay in just this place forever. You're touching the top of my uterine horns. If you were any bigger there would be no place to put you. She ground harder and I could feel her contract a bit. I had done nothing so far but decided to raise my hips a little and grind back. I resisted the urge to probe her anus but did stroke it a bit to see if there was interest. There was. I went in to the second knuckle and knew I was hitting her 'G-spot" from the back and the front when she had a really strong cunt spasm. I looked over at the flight attendant. She had her hand up under her skirt and a dreamy look in her eyes.
After good ten minute orgasm Terri looked down at me and asked if she could suck me off. She explained that she would rather not have my spunk running down her legs as she suspected that there would be a large dose of it waiting for her. I didn't answer but she pulled off with a little gasp and dropped to her knees in front of me. I watched both her and the flight attendant. Terri went right to work and the flight attendant went sort of slack jawed as she watched Terri get almost all of it down. The attendant continued to finger herself. It didn't take long as I was already pretty close to losing it during the fuck session. I blew deep into Terri's mouth and watched her suck and swallow every drop at the same time the attendant came hard on her fingers.
Terri got up from her kneeling position and curled up next to me under the blankets. She reached down and rubbed my now flaccid but tender cock. "Keep that thing handy. This is a long flight." We both slept for a bit.
I woke to find her sucking me 'til I was hard. She climbed on and took the reverse cowgirl position. As she slammed down on me I pushed back hard as I pinched her clit with one hand and her tender nipples with the other. With both hands full I couldn't reach her anus but she could. I could feel her finger penetrate and rub on my cock through the wall of her vagina. It only took a few seconds and I felt her contract so hard I thought she might break me off or squeeze all the blood out of my cock. We kept it up for about fifteen minutes more and I whispered in her ear that it was "feeding time again". I glanced over at the attendant and she once more had her hand buried deep in her pussy as she watched. Terri shuddered a bit as she withdrew and assumed that wonderful position between my legs. She took me deep and hard and I could only hold back for about five minutes. I blew in her mouth and once again she worked me until I was soft and empty.
She curled up next to me again and reached down to tuck my parts in carefully as she zipped up my shorts. "Do you ever get to Atlanta or do you just pass through?" I told her that I had a trade show there in two months but could come in earlier. "I live with four other students. One is Nigerian, one is Japanese, one is French, and one is Indian. We call our place the 'Little UN Whorehouse'. If you let us know when you're coming in we'll pick you up in a stretch. It will be a ride you won't forget soon." She slid a card in my breast pocket. I asked if they were all as hot as her and she said, "We all have our attributes." I assured her that I would send her details of my plans. We nodded off, pretty sated, and woke as we landed.
We deplaned and I gave Terri a kiss goodbye as she headed for baggage claim. My connecting gate was right across the way and I had plenty of time. The flight attendant who had been watching us in the cabin was now manning the departure gate and I saw her look at me. I waited until the plane was empty and approached her. "Looks like you had a great flight." She said with a smirk. I told her it looked like she enjoyed herself as well. "I did, but not as much as Terri and you" She said. "Was this your initiation into the club?" I told her it was and asked if she belonged. "No I don't. I've been tempted a few times, as I was tonight, but if you get caught you get a wrist slapped. If I get caught I lose a fifteen year career."
"Listen; my brother and I own and fly a seaplane. We take people out to Catalina or down to Baja for whale watching or fishing. We generally cruise at seven thousand feet. I'd be happy to initiate you into the club." I saw her give a little involuntary lick to her lips as she told me that my plan sounded like fun. "Only thing is that both my brother and I would have to be on board. One to fly and one to..."
"Is your brother anything like you?" she asked.
"We're twins, absolutely identical in every way and by every measure." She was really salivating then and gave me her card. "I need a three week notice to clear a schedule for a weekend off". I assured her that it would not be a problem, gave her my card, and left for my boarding.
The next flight was uneventful and I managed to get in a fifty minute nap. We landed; I picked up my bags, got my rental van, and headed for the lap of luxury. I pulled into valet parking and a bellman helped with my bags. At the desk the clerk recognized me by name and face and told me, with apologies, that my room was not ready yet but that as a consolation they were going to give me a dozen drink tickets and a complimentary membership to the 'Beach Club' where I could change and shower if I desired. I thanked him and tried to tip him but he refused, saying that it was just part of the service they were known for. I checked my bag and inventoried my parcels. All was good for Monday morning and I headed for the pool and another nap. I checked in at the club, stowed my wallet and shirt in a locker, grabbed a towel, and headed for a chaise under an umbrella. Sleep came easily and quickly.
About a half hour later I woke to the annoying sound of aluminum grating on concrete. Someone was dragging a chair right next to me! 'It's a big pool with lots of umbrellas!' I thought 'Why next to me?' I opened my eyes and was inches away from the most gorgeous ass I had ever seen. Her 'glutes' were high and tight with muscled dimples right below and were amplified by the Speedo she wore which was cut up the sides and rode over her hip bones. I looked down her legs and could see amazing toning and tanning. This woman was in shape. She finished straightening the towel on my side and began to walk to the other side of the chaise. I semi closed my eyes. She straightened the towel on that side and with my limited vision all I could focus on were a pair of large pussy lips. The kind I like to dive into. "Sorry to wake you like that. I didn't anticipate the noise."
I opened my eyes all the way and told her it was no problem. I also took in the rest of her. She had short blond hair, a generous mouth with luscious lips, a few sun freckles, a flat firm stomach, strong thighs, and tits that would make a porn star jealous. While her nipples weren't erect her areolas left a definite impression through the ultra thin fabric of her Speedo.
"Why so sleepy? Rough night last evening?' I told her I had just come in on a red-eye and hadn't been able to get much sleep but that I was sure that two to three more naps would do the trick. "That usually works for me." She said. We chatted a bit about work, travel, and stuff. She was a hotel and restaurant reviewer who happened to live right down the street. She swore me to silence and of course I agreed. "I'm just going to swim so I'll not wake you again." I couldn't place her accent but I suspected Aussie. We exchanged names. Hers was Clara.
She pulled on goggles, grabbed a water bottle, and headed for the pool. I watched that beautiful butt walk away. She sank into the water and began swimming the backstroke. She did it beautifully and quite fast. I watched as twin wakes were formed by her twin peaks. The even sound of her rhythm lulled me to sleep again. I woke to silence. She was still in the pool, sipping water, and looking right at me. I didn't open my eyes all the way but it was pretty apparent that she was staring at my crotch. I never did put on underwear and from her vantage she could probably get a pretty good view of my wares. She began swimming the breast stroke. I looked at my watch and saw that her first session had lasted twenty minutes. I adjusted my legs so she could have an even better view during the next break and went back to sleep.
I woke to silence again and surreptiously watched as she once again stared at my stuff. I wondered how interesting this might get. She started the fly and once again lulled me to sleep with her rhythm. The next pause had her staring again and as she went into the freestyle I fell dead away into a deep and wonderful sleep. I dreamt of having those lips wrapped around my cock. When I woke this time she was not in the pool but standing over me. "That must have been one hell of a good dream." She said as she glanced down at my hardn that was escaping the hem of my shorts.
"You should know" I retorted, "You were the star player!"
"Good one!" she said. "Glad to be of service!"
We talked a bit more about jobs and favorite hotels and restaurants and then got into her swimming. I told her that it obviously worked for her, judging by her spectacular body. "Like most men you focus on tits. Tits are what kept me from the Olympics. Once they started to grow they just slowed me down for everything but the backstroke."
I sensed I was on thin ice but pushed forward a bit. "You can't deny what you have; just as I can't deny what I have. I've had women walk out because they were afraid. You've maybe had men who just dwelled on your beautiful breasts and ignored your pretty face, your gorgeous ass, your pretty pussy, your strong thighs, and your strong belly muscles. And that's not even taking into account your sense of humor, your intellect, and your articulation. I personally like the holistic approach."
"Right answer! I need to wash the chlorine out of my hair and off my skin," She said as she got up to pack her bag and leave.
"Perhaps we could meet for dinner later?" I asked.
"Speed up Captain. Give me a forty five minute head start. I'm in room 417." She handed me a key-card and I watched her beautiful ass disappear behind a hedge.
I decided that a shower was probably in order and went into the club where the attendant provided me with a bath towel, and a complimentary bag containing soap, razor, shampoo, deodorant, and such. He also gave me a bathrobe and said I could just leave it in my room when I was done with it. I checked in at the front desk and found that my room was ready and that my bags and parcels had already been moved up and in. My room was 317. I went to my room, dropped off my shorts and shirt, and went up one floor. I was a few minutes early and I began to knock but thought better of it and used the key she had provided.
The bathroom door was open a few inches and I could hear a low humming sound. I went to the door and peeked in. She had an electric razor in her hand and was shaving her Mons. She ran her fingers over her whole pussy searching for stray hairs. Finding none she turned the razor in her palm and began to push it between those fat labia. She found her clit and using the shaver like a vibrator; stroked it up and down. She pressed it harder against her clit. Her eyes rolled back and she almost fell down with the power of her convulsions. As she finished I went over to the window and took in the great view of the Gulf.
She came into the room behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, untying the sash to my robe. I could smell her sex and yearned to taste it. She reached down and grabbed my totally erect shaft with both hands. "As I was in the shower I began to have doubts that what I saw before might be an illusion. I'm glad to feel that it wasn't." She turned me around and dropped both her robe and mine. I was content to let her take the lead. She went to her knees and began to lick my balls and shaft. She worked her magical tongue up my shaft and took me in pretty deep and long. She had to shift positions a couple of times but managed to get me almost all the way down. I could feel her tongue licking my balls as she did so. She gagged, stood up and asked, "Will you fuck me first?" I pulled her to her feet and led her to the bed.
"I'm going to do a lot more than just fuck you. I'm going to explore every inch of your magnificent body with my fingers, hand, and tongue. I won't fuck you until you beg me to stick my cock deep into your steaming, smoldering pussy."
"Damn, I'm already ready!"
"Not yet; you're not." I kissed her and drove my tongue deep into the back of her throat. I held it there for a while, exploring every inch of her mouth just as I hoped to explore every inch of her pussy in a bit. I moved over and kissed her ear, nibbling a bit at the lobe. I went back to her mouth and then to the other ear, giving it the same treatment. I moved down to her neck and nuzzled the area between her ear and her collar bone. I repeated this on the other side and nibbled at her clavicles, being careful not to mar that beautiful body. I slowly moved down and ran my tongue around her breasts, avoiding the areola and nipples at first. I eventually found my way to them and it was almost as if she were electrified. She came hard and long. I really had to fight hard not to lick her cunt for the aroma.
I worked my way down further, licking her navel and swirling my tongue ever closer to her puss. She was writhing and begging and I couldn't resist giving it one good lick. She tasted great. I continued my journey south and caressed her thighs, knees and feet with my hands and tongue. "PLEASE! FUCK ME NOW" she screamed.
I moved up and kissed her hard again. "Honey, I've only covered one side." I rolled her over on her stomach and again started at the top. I kissed and licked the nape of her neck and slowly worked my way from side to side catching her shoulder blades, the small of her back and just above her anus. That part was wet with sweat and tasted like the best oysters I had ever had. I bypassed the treat just below it and worked my way down her thighs and calves. I kissed the bottom of each foot and slowly worked my way back north. I got to her anus and began to tongue it hard.
She had a spasm and cursed me. "PLEASE YOU BASTARD, I'M BEGGING YOU. JUST FUCK ME!" I pulled her to her knees and entered her from behind. I wasn't gentle but rammed all twelve inches in hard. She began to cum again almost immediately and I kept her there for about five minutes. I pulled out, rolled her over, and began to lick her pussy. She squirted all over my face. When she was done I brought my face to her and ordered her to lick it clean. She hungrily cleaned me off and begged me to fuck her again. I gladly obliged, this time from the front as my fingers found her anus. It didn't take long until she was over the top again. I let it subside, turned her over again and brought her up to her knees. This time, instead of pushing into her cunt, I pressed against her anus. There was no complaint other than a barely audible 'oh, oh, oh!'
I hammered her ass for about five minutes and realized that I was at the finish line. I pumped ropes into her waiting receptacle as she came with me. I stayed until I started to soften and rolled over next to her. "You are a 'FUCKING ANIMAL', she said with a smile. SLEEP." We napped for a bit but my hands never left her body.
I awoke to, "OK; I have a problem. My boyfriend is a real anal fiend. He rarely gives me a natural fuck but always goes for my ass. You stretched me out badly today. When I get home tomorrow he'll expect me to kneel on the side of the bed so he can fuck my ass. I really like the guy and would hate to lose him over a couple of hours of the best sex I ever had."
"I can't take it back, not that I would. What do you suggest?" I asked this as I ran my hands over that ass and raked my fingers across her anus.
"You're here for five nights. Let me stay with you. I'll give him a story about being called out on another assignment. My conditions are; no more anal but I'll be your sex slave for whatever else you want. I'll need a ride to the pharmacy to pick up some 'Preparation H'. After five days that should tighten me up enough so that Jerry can't tell."
"Sounds fair to me but I have a few conditions also." She nodded as if telling me to go on. "On Tuesday I have a fishing appointment down south a bit. I want you to come along and help 'seal the deal'.
"You want me to do a threesome?" I nodded assent. "I've always fantasized about a foursome but that is probably out. A threesome is a good place to start."
"Second; when you go to the pharmacy you need to also get some chap-stick. You are going to be sucking a whole lot of cock for the next few days and I'd hate to have you get chapped lips. And third; I need you to start right now by cleaning me off. Lick and suck my cock clean. Be my dirty 'cock-sucker' today."
"Yes sir Captain. Would you like me to lick your asshole clean as well?" She didn't wait for an answer but dove right in. She cleaned me up nicely. I wasn't quite ready to blow again but did enjoy watching her at work. We showered again and went to lunch. I know a place that has the absolute best Grouper sandwiches in the world. We ate, drank a few beers, and rubbed a lot of calves.
The next stop was the pharmacy. When we pulled in she dove for the floor. "That's Jerry, sitting in the car. He can't see me. What's he doing?" I told her it looked like he was listening to the radio. "Shit; he can do that for hours. Can we move?"
I unzipped and said, "Well, I was thinking more in the line of 'while you're down there...' Suck me off baby."
She looked up at me and just said, "You are an evil man". She smiled as she said it, took me in, and I complimented her on her cock sucking skills. Jerry got out of his car and went inside the pharmacy. He glanced in my van and grinned, giving me a thumb up. After a bit; she got me off and Jerry came back just in time for the climax. "Did he see me?' I told her that it was only the back of her head. She backed off; I looked down, and saw that she had let a bit of cum dribble down her chin. Apparently she had underestimated the volume and didn't swallow the first rope. "Yummy!" was all she said as she opened the door and went in the store. I looked down and saw that she hadn't even come close to taking in all my cum. I was dripping pretty heavily. I decided to just cover up with my newspaper and make her do a better clean-up when she returned.
Clara went in and picked up her purchases. Clarisse, her best friend, was the owner and happened to be at the cash register. Clarisse is from Haiti and her skin is so black it looks purple. She has a little bit of a Bahamian type accent tempered by a soft French lilt. She has short hair cut pixie style, a thin nose, thick lips, humongous tits, and a large soft ass.
"Clara, what's going on? Jerry was just in here and told me you had been called out on another assignment. He was so down about that. Then he told me he saw some guy in the parking lot getting blown. That really sent him to the dumpster. I felt so bad for him that I almost offered to suck him off in the storeroom just to ease his pain."
"Wait; come closer!" Clarisse reached out and wiped the dribble from Clara's chin. She smelled it and then tasted it. "That was you? You need to tell me what the fuck is going on."
Clara told her all about it and Clarisse asked her "How big?" Clara spread her hands apart to show her. "I've got to see this!" She told her helper to watch the register, listen for the phone, and walked out with Clara. Clara came to the driver's side while Clarisse got in the passenger seat. Clara made the introductions and Clarisse pulled the newspaper away. "My god, It's a black man's dick on a white man's body. But girl, look at all you left behind. Don't you know that this stuff is precious?" She bent over and took me in, pumping, probing, and sucking out every last drop. She almost had me hard again. She looked up at me and smiled; licking her lips.
"Clara tells me you know how to use that thing too. She also told me about your deal. I don't know if you've noticed but there aren't a lot of black men out here on the beach and most of the good ones are married or not interested in a sister. I'm sure you know that black men are better hung than whites (you are an exception) but you may not know that black women are different too. We really need that big cock to get us off. So as much as I hate that 'slave' word, if you give me a great fuck and promise to do more, I'll do whatever you want sexually."
"Anything?"
"No marks but you can even stick that thing in my ass like you did hers. It's virgin so you should like it." I told her about the fishing trip and she agreed. She said she'd like to start tonight if that was ok with Clara. Clara nodded and so did I. Memories of how hard she could suck were ingrained in my mind along with visions of just how I was going to play this out. "I get off at 6:00. I need to go home and get a shower and a change of clothes. I'll be at the hotel by 7:00."
"Come straight to the hotel. You won't need clothes and Clara can help you wash up while I watch. You may want to bring some KY because I am certainly going to fuck that ass before we're done."
We left and when we got back to the hotel I took what I felt would be my last sleep of the day. Clara helped by giving me a great back massage followed by a wonderful tongue fuck of my ass.
Clarisse showed up right on time and Clara and I undressed her. Clara was already naked, as was I. I ran my fingers over Clarisse's Mons and found some stubble. I was pretty sure I knew how to take care of that. "Why don't the two of you clean me up and then clean each other?" It wasn't really a question. We headed for the bath and they crowded in the shower stall with me. They lathered me up nicely, paying exceptional attention to my cock, balls, and ass.
I rinsed off and got out to dry. "Now wash each other as well as you did me. We're all going to taste a lot of cunt and ass tonight so get them as clean as you like." When you're done I want you to dry off and I'll watch while Clara shaves that hairy pussy of yours. She'll have a treat for you at the end and then I'll take over. I'm going to fuck you so hard and deep that Clara can suck my cock as it comes out of your mouth."
They just smiled, washed, each other, and dried. I instructed Clara to get her shaver and get Clarisse tight and clean. "Yes Master." She said as she knelt in front of Clarisse. I admonished her to get it smooth as neither she nor I wanted 'Pube Lips'. "I'll do my best Master." I really liked her attitude. When she thought she was done I instructed her to test it with her lips and tongue.
"Check it all and especially around her labia. Then push your tongue up into her cunt just like you like me to do for you. Work your way up to her clit and suck on it gently. The black women I've been with before were not really all that clit sensitive; they wanted a hard cock fast and deep inside them. Let's see if Clarisse is any different."
"The only pussy I've ever tasted before was my own. She tastes different. I like it!"
"You'll have plenty of opportunity to drink it all in. You both will." As expected, Clarisse didn't have a big response. She just wanted to get fucked and fucked hard. I pulled Clara away and led Clarisse to the bed. I pushed her down on her back and instructed Clara to guide me in. After the first inch or so I took over and rammed all twelve fat inches in hard. Clarisse just smiled and said that this was exactly what she was talking about. I pounded her hard and fast for a while, reaching around and stretched her anus with two fingers. That put her over the top for a mini orgasm.
"What can I do Master?" asked Clara.
"When I turn her over and go real deep you can eat my asshole and lick my balls." I turned her over and rammed it all back in. Clarisse just grunted with every stroke. Clara did as she was told and began licking me from behind. Then she laid on her back and licked both my balls and cock as I plunged in and out of Clarisse's pussy. She was obviously enjoying the taste of the black pussy and I certainly enjoyed her tongue. Unlike Clara; Clarisse was not a moaner, yeller, or screamer. Her orgasms were silent but strong. I felt her clamp down hard on me five or six times and at the last one I worked her clit hard with one hand while pinching her nipples with the other. I kept her over the top for at least ten minutes. All three of us were bathed in either sweat or some other bodily fluid as I finally emptied my balls into her big cunt. When I was done I asked, "Well fucked?"
She just grinned and asked, "What are my duties now?"
"Suck and lick me clean. Clara will do the same for you and then you'll clean her up as well. I'm sure she'll enjoy the left over cum and pussy juice. Later tonight I'm going to fuck your ass but Clara and I have a bit of work to do on it before that happens." We all took showers and then drove Clarisse home to get a change of clothes. Clara and I talked in the car as she went in. I told her that together we were going to stretch her asshole out tonight so that I could fit in. KY was not going to be enough. She asked if she was ever going to get fucked again. I sensed a little jealousy. "I will fuck you long and hard before I ram her ass." I promised. "And remember that she has to work tomorrow so you can ride my cock all day if you want! I'll be happy to just have you lick me clean when you're done."
"Thank you Master."
We went to dinner. I ate two dozen oysters. The women binged on salad and Flan. I had a call from my boss who informed me that he would be joining Captain Jim and me on our trip on Tuesday. I told him I had a surprise for them. He pushed but I didn't spill the beans. I told the women about the call and Clara immediately asked about the size of these guys. I told her I had no idea but she would have ample time to make that determination herself and decide if a four-way worked for her. I told them that it was their call after anything but two guys at a time and they could even decide on which guy got which hole.
Clarisse reminded me that her ass was virgin. Clara and I smiled and guaranteed her that it would not be in the morning. Back at the hotel I had them both lick me until I was hard. I was stern with the warning that no sucking was allowed. Just licks on any and all places sensitive. It didn't take them long and then I had Clarisse eat Clara's pussy until she was well ready to be fucked. I made each of them get on their knees on the bed facing the headboard. I fucked Clara from behind while guiding her hand to Clarisse's anus. She and I both used our fingers to stretch her out to the limit. Clarisse was still going to be damned tight.
I brought Clara to her climax with help from both my left hand and Clarisse teasing her clit. I held her there for a bit and then pulled out. I ordered Clara to grease me up with the KY and guide me in to Clarisse's ass. It took a hard shove but I managed to get the first few inches in. Clara worked on her clit to help her relax as I eventually got buried in her glorious black hole. I reached around and plunged my fingers and Clara's deep into her pussy as my cock rode roughshod in her ass. She squirted hard as she came and I came with her.
After I softened I ordered Clara to clean up Clarisse while she sucked me clean and dry. They both did so willingly and then on their own went into a 69 position and worked each other out for thirty minutes or so. I watched and later slept well until 7:00 AM, sandwiched between salt and pepper. When I woke they were both licking my cock and taking turns sucking me to get hard. I fucked them both, alternating back and forth between them and ended up losing it in Clara. Clarisse was happy to provide cleanup before she went to work. Clara and I went back to sleep until the maid woke us at 10:00.
When she came into the room I could tell by her flaring nostrils that she recognized the smell of sex. And by looking at her hard nipples I could see that it aroused her. Any other time I would have been on her like 'white on rice' but I really felt like I had my hands full. "Did you have a good night sir? It appears that you did. I just need to change out the towels and sheets. It will only take me a minute." I pulled Clara out of the bed and we both went naked into the bath to don our robes so we could wait in the hall while the maid did her thing. As she left she handed me the card that they usually leave on the dresser soliciting a tip. It had a phone number. "I see that you are a regular customer. Perhaps we will meet again someday." Clara just shook her head.
After a nice shower with a standing up fuck we planned our Sunday. "They have a great brunch," she offered. I decided that we eat and fuck again, nap, then she could suck me off, and then she could swim after which I could decide whether she sucked me off or I gave her another good fucking."
"Do you plan on wearing out my cunt or my mouth first?"
"When your belly is full or you're pussy is full just let me know. I'm happy to switch."
"OK Master!"
We fucked and she sucked all day and then napped until Clarisse arrived at 7:00. I made the two of them go at it for a while and then fucked each of them. I finished in Clarisse's mouth since she was begging for it. She readily shared it with Clara. Sleep came easy and early. I somehow found myself on my stomach when I woke. My cock was pointed straight down. Clarisse straddled my shoulders and ate my ass while Clara laid between my legs and sucked me off. That was a new combo for me and a great way to start the day.
Clarisse and I went to work and left Clara to her own devices. She said she had lots of editing to do and had to do her daily workout in the pool. Clarisse had to pull a double to arrange for Tuesday off. She agreed to meet us in the parking lot at 6:00AM. I told Clara that I'd call her when I was on my way back and we could discuss dinner. I did and she suggested ordering in Chinese. I agreed and we decided to wait and order after I was back.
When I walked in the door she was on her knees with her mouth open and hungry. I stripped and pushed my cock deep into her throat. She took it without gagging so I pushed in a few more times. I felt her licking my balls and pushed even harder. Something felt strange though. It was a hot mouth but very cool lips. I hammered her throat hard and blew straight into her belly.
"Did you like the 'mentho job'?" she asked with a grin. "I read about it on the internet."
"I don't know what you're talking about but that did feel good. What did you do differently?"
"I bought Chap stick like you suggested but I also had some Mentholatum and really lathered my lips up while I waited for you. Did you really like it?"
"It was wonderful. I wonder how it would feel in your cunt."
"Only one way to find out! After dinner I'd like to try it; if that's ok Master." We did and she loved it. So did I. I made a mental note to buy a small tube of it.
We met Clarisse at 6:00 AM. She was tired from pulling her double and Clara was tired from sucking dick and being fucked all night. I gave them the plan. "When we get to the dock I'll introduce you to Jim and my boss. We will say nothing about what's in store for them. You two can disappear below deck until we are out of sight of land. Strip down while you're there and amuse yourselves any way you like. I'll let you know when it's time to come on deck. I want Clarisse to wrap those DDD's around my boss's neck before she kneels in front of him and begins to suck his cock. I want Clara to just kneel down before Captain Jim, unzip him and start sucking. I may have to relieve Jim of the helm while you do that. When you're done sucking them off you can go below to decide who gets what hole. When we are outside the limit we can make you airtight if you're still willing and able. I won't force you to do anything despite our agreement, except suck some cock."
Clara said she was speaking for both of them and said, "Thank you Master. We've talked about it on the phone while you were at work yesterday and decided that barring something totally unforeseen, like a bigger cock than yours, we both want your magnificent piece of meat buried in our cunts while we do whatever else. We're both on for the four-way. My ass has tightened up considerably and Clarisse told me that a styptic stick, properly applied, will make Jerry think I have a virgin asshole. She told me that women in Haiti use it in their pussies, along with a little chicken liver, to convince their new husbands that they are virgins.
We arrived at the dock and I introduced the girls to Jim and my boss. My boss was appreciative, as I knew he would be, but Jim muttered something about women being bad luck on a boat. I wondered if I had possibly misplayed my hand but had no choice but to go on. I almost went to Jim and tell him that he might indeed find this to be a lucky day. The girls went below while I helped Jim handle the dock lines. My boss ensconced himself in the fighting chair, facing aft.
I knocked on the cabin door when we were out of sight of land and they came out, naked as ordered. Clara knelt down in front of Jim, unzipped his fly, and unsnapped his waistband. She pulled his hardening six incher out and took him in all the way as she took his pulse with her tonsils and felt him grow in her mouth. Clarisse snuck up behind my boss and earmuffed him with those huge tits. He reached up and pinched each large black nipple. She moved around to the stern, dropped to her knees, and undid his jeans. I had obviously never seen his cock before either but was pleased to find that I still had the biggest dick on the boat. Clarisse didn't seem to mind not having her throat hammered for a change.
I offered to take the helm from Jim and he accepted. He took Clara below and I could see when he laid her on her back and pushed it down her throat.
After both guys were done emptying their balls into their mouths the girls went down to confer. My boss came up to me and asked me what this all cost. I told him that these were sluts, not prostitutes and it cost him nothing except what he had already given and was yet to give. "You know I like goals and expectations. What can I expect next?" I explained the program and told him that I allowed the girls to pick which cock went in which hole.
"Three holes?" I told him that they had reserved their cunts for me.
When we were outside the limit I went below to ask the girls what they had decided. Clara answered for them both. "Four ways for both of us and I want your boss's dick in my ass, you in my pussy, and Jim in my mouth. I still want you in my cunt but I'll taste Jim's load while your boss takes my ass. We change spots for the next go-round with Clarisse getting you in her cunt, Jim in her ass , and your boss fucking her mouth."
"Who wants to go first?" I reached into my pocket and pull out a coin. Clara called heads and heads it was.
I pulled out the yoga mat I brought and laid down on it. The engines were stopped and we were drifting. I could hear the gentle waves slapping against the hull-sides. The girls cooperated by stripping me down and sucking me 'til hard. My boss and Jim just watched with a little envy and awe on their faces. Clara mounted me and impaled her cunt on my cock. Clarisse played director and guided Jim into Clara's mouth and my boss into her ass. I could have cum at any minute but held back so that Clara could experience having three holes filled at once. It only took a few minutes and Clarisse was right there to help clean up the mess.
We needed a rest so we fished. We caught a few nice snapper and my boss made a joke about the best real snapper. Jim and I got it and I told the girls I'd explain it to them later but that I thought pink snapper was best. My brother, and our customers, fish naked regularly but this was a new experience for everyone else on board.
After a couple of hours of stroking and groping it appeared to be the right timing for another fuckfest. We were all still naked and I took my bottom position again. Clara directed my cock into Clarisse' willing and large pussy and then aligned and guided Jim and my boss into her other holes. This session lasted longer, probably because our balls were pretty well drained, but we managed to coordinate it so that all parts of Clarisse were filled at the same time. Clara did her drycleaner thing on me, Clarisse, Jim, and my boss.
When we were done Jim came over to me and said he was my customer for life but would like an occasional redo. I looked at the girls and they just nodded yes. My boss just smiled. | Best Business Trip Ever | [
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Day Four
Having given up on the idea of sleep, Ryan reluctantly untangled himself from Catrine and made his way quietly into the living room. Although the brilliant morning sun had tipped over the horizon, he still had a few hours before they'd be beckoned to rejoin the Kings.
Flipping on his laptop, he sat at the table to begin enacting a plan he'd spent the past few hours composing in his mind. It was still only a shell of an idea, but there were some things he knew with certainty.
He needed to buy himself more time with Catrine. The use of the word buy in this instance was literal. He needed to re-negotiate this as a business arrangement with the Vultures; he intended to extend her contract. That part was fairly straight forward as long as he could put his feelings for her aside and meet them on their terms and conditions.
Perhaps more tricky was that he needed to find the capital with which to complete this transaction. And fast. The leasing of a pleasure slave always required proof of full, up front payment, before anything more was discussed. His company had fronted the funds to procure Catrine as part of his meeting expenses. He certainly didn't have quick access to the kind of cash this extension would require.
Thinking on this, he pursued a few different ideas to get him what he needed. He inquired with his boss about an advance on his intended bonus. He posted a note to sell his car. He put out a feeler about procuring a loan against his flat. He'd give any or all of these over to keep her close to him. He sent out a few messages pursuing all three possibilities not sure exactly which would come through the quickest.
They also needed to make a smooth departure from the building that afternoon, slipping away without rousing suspicion of his intentions. Even if he could buy a few more days on her contract, he had no idea what he'd need to do to keep her safe in the future. Send her away? Run away with her? Disappear together? He was certain there were networks for this sort of thing, but it certainly wasn't something he could just inquire about on the street. This was a whole new world of trouble that he'd need to puzzle out.
Sighing and leaning back in his chair he decided their only course was to take things one step at a time. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his temples with his fingers, his body weary with the combination of fatigue and anxiety.
Soft hands pressing against his bare shoulders interrupted his thoughts. He relaxed as Catrine began kneading his tense muscles, her fingers pressing deftly against each pressure point, releasing his stress. She moved expertly along his shoulder blades and across his upper arms, stroking him with her palms. She watched his head sag a bit and he leaned deeper into her touch, the sign of his relaxation encouraging her to continue. Gently, she tipped his head back so it rested against her breasts and she ran her fingers through his scalp, before methodically rubbing along his forehead. She repeated her motions until he was practically putty in her hands.
He tipped his head further so he could gaze up at the woman standing behind him. As their eyes met, he was treated to her full and relaxed smile.
"Good morning, angel." He said to her.
"Good morning indeed." She said back, her smile widening before she leaned forward to kiss him softly on the lips.
"Thank you. That felt really great." He said as he reached back to grab her arm, seeking the leverage to pull her around the chair and into his lap.
"That's something they taught you though, isn't it?" He asked, a tinge of guilt behind his question.
"Yes..." she answered as she met his seeking hand with her own. "But, it's okay," she reassured him, "I've learned a bit of good stuff along with all the not so good stuff."
She stepped sideways, following the direction of his gentle tugs, before curling herself across him. She sank into his lap completely, relaxing as he tucked his arm tightly around her, hugging her close. With his free hand, he brushed his fingers through her hair pulling it over her shoulder. They stilled as they came face to face. He stared into her deep brown eyes, reflecting on his feelings for her.
How she could endure so much and still be so warm, so vital, was baffling to him. She had such beauty and such grace. But, more than that, it was this profound optimism and ability to carry on despite such dire circumstances that made her so totally irresistible to him. She was so refreshingly genuine. He found her exhilarating.
He couldn't resist the temptation of her being so close to him. He loved feeling her curled against him; a perfect fit against his body. The memory of her wrapped around him last night only deepened his desire to hold her close. He leaned forward, finding her soft lips with his own as the words he had said to her so many times already crossed his lips.
"God, you are so amazing."
He pressed his kiss more forcefully, sweeping his tongue sensually against her lips and into her mouth. He groaned as she opened herself to him, leaning forward to increase their connection and brushing her fingertips across his jaw line. He curled his fingers around her soft hair and kissed her thoroughly, enjoying everything about the way her body reacted to his touch. In the freshness of the morning, without the emotional struggles she had felt yesterday, her desire for him was pure and uninhibited.
She pressed suggestively against him, sitting forward and wrapping her arms around his neck. As she shifted, it freed up more of her body for his exploration. He happily tightened his hands against her back and under her bottom. She was rewarded with the sensation of him hardening beneath her as they continued to kiss.
Drifting across her back, his fingertips pulled at the t-shirt she wore. His own t-shirt, he thought with satisfaction, as he noted that she had chosen to wrap herself up in his clothes again. He glided his way across the soft skin of her back, tickling her slightly and causing her to make sweet sounds against his mouth, before he continued exploring, stroking gently against her ribs.
His palm gently cupped her breast as his thumb brushed her nipple. She yelped as he felt them stiffen under his touch. He pinched one gently, rolling it between his fingers, eliciting a deep moan from Catrine. His other hand joined the first, cupping both breasts in his hands, massaging them softly and stimulating her gently as her body undulated in his lap.
Ryan was ready to scoop her up and toss her back on his bed, spending the whole day lost in her, hiding them from the reality that lurked outside. But, he knew they were quickly running out of time before they'd be summoned downstairs. His efficient mind working to placate his passionate desire, he paused their kiss long enough to give her direction.
"Go start the shower and get in. I'll join you there in a minute." He said quietly against her ear.
His eyes lingered on her backside as she complied and headed towards the bedroom. Picking up the phone, he ordered some coffee and a bit of breakfast while also quickly closing up his computer and stuffing the array of papers on the table back into his briefcase. That bit of housekeeping complete, he turned swiftly on his heel and followed her to the bathroom.
Seeing her there, her face tilted up to the cascading water, standing naked beneath the spray, lit a white-hot fire deep inside of him. He was burning up with need. He charged at the shower, dropping his briefs somewhere along the way, stepping around the clear glass barricade and sweeping her into his arms.
She gasped at the shock of his sudden contact with her; the momentum of his movement pushing her against the cool tile wall. His solid mass pressing tightly against her. He delivered a searing kiss with a ferocity that was stronger than anything she had felt before. He was fevered in his need and it acted like a match, igniting her own desire.
She moaned against him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, pressing her pelvis firmly against his cock and relishing the rock hard feel of him beneath her. It slipped between her legs, so tantalizingly close to the ache in her core, but falling far short of sating the desire that was growing more and more insistent. She arched her back, seeking more contact, tilting her head back against the wall. Ryan seized the opportunity to suckle her nipple, pulling on it forcefully and laving it with his tongue, expressing his urgent need to devour her with his mouth.
She groaned against him and let out the sweetest word she knew.
"Ryan."
Driven by the sound of his name on her lips, Ryan slid his hands beneath Catrine's backside and boosted her up so that he could feel the press of her slit along his cock. The wetness he found there only furthered his urgency.
Feeling suddenly weightless, Catrine wrapped her legs around his hips and gripped his shoulders, trusting him to keep her in place. She could feel him there, right at her entrance, and her body shivered with her frenzied need to have him deep inside of her. She tightened her legs against his back and willed him to press himself into her, anticipating the swell of desire that would come from his entry.
Ryan forced himself to still as he sought her eyes. When they met, they mirrored his intensity. He was trying to ask her permission, but forming words amidst the raging current of their passion was proving impossible.
"Yes?"
It was all he could choke out as he allowed his body to express what he wanted most. His penis pressing urgently against her opening, seeking her word to continue.
"Yes. Ryan. Please." She managed to pant back.
With a growl, Ryan pushed himself inside of her, not stopping until he was seated deep within her. They moaned in unison as he withdrew himself fully only to repeat the motion, gripping her ass with his hands to steady her as he propelled himself forcefully into her. He left her no opportunity to adjust to him as his frenzy to possess her overcame him. His pace dictated by his own desperate desire.
Gone was the soft, gentle lover who had taken his time with her yesterday. Here, was a man overcome with need; a need for her. Ryan clasped her against him as he ground himself into her, relishing the feel of her pressed so tightly against him.
She was awash in the juxtaposition of the sensations his movements created. She was momentarily sated by the rush of him filling her completely, her tight walls gripping to hold him there as she tipped her hips upwards to take him as fully as she could. Only to be teased by the sensation of him pulling back again, grazing along her g-spot as he moved, leaving her quivering with need. She rode that current, back and forth, again and again, as she felt a pressure building from the center of her core. Her grip around him was like a vice, holding on as the force of his body and the force of her need overwhelmed her senses.
The soft spray of the shower, the steam drifting around them, the softness of her body and the tightness of her core was his undoing. He ground his hips against her clit with each thrust, hearing her moan in response. He pushed into her with total abandon losing all sense of anything other than her.
With a passionate burst Ryan lost himself completely. Pouring himself into her, he began to come with near violent force. His powerful need obliterating everything except her. He shouted her name as his powerful climax vibrated throughout his body.
As though it was in the distance, he heard Catrine let out a plaintive cry as she shuddered repeatedly against him. He gripped her, feeling as though she was suddenly slipping from his grasp. He was suddenly worried that he had hurt her.
Looking for her in their steamy hideaway, he refocused his eyes on her small form. Her forehead rested against his shoulder and her arms, though nearly lifeless, were still wrapped around his neck. He felt her trembling from the inside out, where his cock still pulsed softly inside of her. Her breathing was shallow but steadily finding a more gentle rhythm. Her eyes were closed tightly and as he gazed at her expression, she appeared relaxed. There were no signs of pain that he feared he'd see there.
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against her forehead and whispered her name. He heard her making a soft humming sound in response and saw that while her eyes were still closed, a small smile was creeping across her lips.
It was then, with a sudden flash of understanding, that Ryan realized Catrine had come too. Without constraints or requirements and even without his urging, she had released herself to the powerful current of their desire. As he regarded her there, completely sated and at ease in his embrace, he knew he was deeply and profoundly in love with her.
He released her legs, gently placing her feet on the floor and ensuring that she had regained her balance, though he continued to hold her. He walked them backwards one step so they were both under the rushing spray of the shower, allowing the water to run down their bodies, reviving them some.
Catrine looked up and released a long satisfied sigh as she felt the renewing current of the water. She pressed her lips to Ryan's, kissing him deeply, before looking again into his shining blue eyes.
"That felt really great." She said, a small giggle threatening to spill from her lips, as she considered the recklessness of her actions and the freedoms that Ryan opened to her. The memory of it already threatening to spark her need once more. She suddenly felt a jumble of emotions - shyness, gratefulness, eagerness - that she had never needed to contend with during her previous experiences. It enlivened her to have so much competing for her attention.
Reaching behind her, Ryan squirted a bit of shampoo into his palm, rubbing his hands together before bringing them to Catrine's hair. He massaged the soap against her scalp, working up a luxurious lather which he spread down her hair, working it through the tips. When he was satisfied with his work, he returned to the top of her hair, massaging along her forehead with his fingertips and pulling softly against her ears.
Catrine delighted in his attention, closing her eyes and relaxing into his grasp. She felt him twist her hair and wrap it up so that it rested atop her head before feeling his hands returning to her body. Now covered in soap, he began methodically washing her, beginning with soft strokes around her neck and down her shoulders. He worked his way down each arm, taking time to wash each of her fingertips. He stroked softly up and down along her back and repeated the same motion across her belly and breasts, lingering at her nipples just long enough to hear her make soft, contented sounds, before continuing with the serious task at hand.
He leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers as his fingers slid across her still-sensitive clit. Catrine groaned and rocked forward slightly on her toes, wrapping her arms over Ryan's shoulders for additional support. He idled there, teasing her swollen bud with his soapy fingers, letting it slip in and out of its grasp, rewarded by the feel of her breasts pressing against his chest; the sensation of her hands winding in his hair.
His fingers sought her further, slipping deeper into her folds. He groaned at the alluring wetness that remained there. He kept his thumb against her clit, pressing more firmly as he drew tiny circles over her sensitive nub; His fingers spreading the soap across her intimate folds, his other hand exploring the soft curves of her behind. He let his middle finger brush against the small crinkled star of her ass and felt her buck again against his palm, urging him on. He heard her fevered breathing and was thrilled with his ability to elicit her passion.
He resisted his instinct to explore her further, at least for the moment. Catrine whimpered as he dropped to his knees to wash her thighs and calves, carrying through with his work until he had reached the tips of her toes. Satisfied, he looked up at her with a wicked smile. Then, he pressed each palm against the insides of her ankles and a single fluid motion, slid his hands swiftly along the insides of her legs, not pausing until both hands were cupped firmly against her mound.
Catrine gasped as the sensations created by his swift movement across her body crashed over her. She frantically grabbed at his shoulders for balance as she felt his fingers again seeking each of her magic places. They probed at her entrance, pressing at her clit and pushing against her ass simultaneously. As she rocked forward, her body thrumming with rekindled desire, Ryan steadied her with one hand splayed firmly across her ass. Then he swiftly pressed his face forward, closing his mouth urgently on her clit.
He sucked it strongly into his mouth as he pushed two fingers deeply inside of her. He was working to simultaneously stroke at her core while he pulled at her clit with his lips and tongue. Having delighted in the taste of her, he leaned in fully to lick at her center, imploring her to open her legs to him and pulling at her labia to extend them to his attention. He alternated eagerly between stroking her with his tongue and returning to nibble at her clit, using his teeth to punctuate his movements.
Catrine's mind couldn't keep up with the flurry of sensations that Ryan provoked. The relentless drawing out of her desire punctuated by the staccato sensations of his fingers and teeth making her crazy with need. Her body shook violently as an orgasm crashed through her, carried even higher by Ryan's relentless attention. She had never felt a rush of desire like she experienced at that moment.
Slowing his strokes, he planted one more soft kiss just above her clit, claiming his own favorite place before she sank to her knees in front of him. He wrapped his body around hers, pulling her into a tight embrace. He let the water rush over them both, rinsing clean the remaining soap in her hair and on her body. He held her for several minutes, waiting for her body and mind to settle.
"We've been in here a long time." He finally said against her hair and he heard her beautiful, soft laugh in return.
"Yes," she answered, "I seem to be making a habit of staying in here until the water turns cold."
He pulled them both to standing and kissed her gently. "Why don't you go ahead and get dressed. I'll be out in just a minute."
She paused, glancing down at his erect penis looking defiant and angry as it protruded between their bodies. He followed her gaze and continued with a bit of a smirk, "Don't worry about that."
She looked to him one last time and found reassurance in his expression. She leaned forward to kiss him once again, her soft belly pressing against his cock, eliciting a bit of a groan from Ryan, before she gingerly stepped out of the shower.
Ryan reached down, grabbing himself with his fingers and roughly jerking himself to a climax. Just the sensation of the water running down his limbs, remembering the pleasured cries from Catrine just moments before, was enough to quickly bring him relief. He sighed, quickly washed himself, and turned off the water.
He found her standing in the living room, fully dressed and looking thoughtfully out the window. When she heard him enter the room, she turned to approach him, her expression grave. In her hands, he saw a glint of gold and knew that she was holding her collar. He stiffened as he was suddenly reminded of their bleak reality. The bliss he had felt just moments before shattering as she approached him.
The sadness she saw in his eyes confirmed that their feelings were mutual.
"I'm sorry," he began.
"I know." She answered dutifully as she pressed the small microchip into his palm. Turning around, she lifted the collar with trembling fingers and pressed it so that it slipped around her neck. Ryan stepped forward, slipping the edge of the chip against the edge of the collar. With hiss and a click, they both heard it snap back into place.
She was a slave once more.
He turned her around to face him, but saw that she wouldn't meet his gaze. When he tilted her chin up softly, he saw a single tear had slipped from the corner of her eye.
"Hey." He said to her quietly. "This is just jewelry. You are no different to me now than you were just moments ago."
Then, he continued, "I won't take you back there...ever. I'm not going to let you go."
Her eyelashes fluttered as she heard his words. She wasn't sure she understood entirely what he was saying.
"I still have a lot to figure out," he continued. "And, hell. We still have to face today." His tone betraying the absurdity of their circumstances.
"But, I already put a few things in motion. I'm extending your contract."
She eyed him skeptically.
"I know," he acknowledged. "I'm working on the funding part. But, I'm serious. I'm going to take you home with me later."
She couldn't hold back the flood of tears as her heart surged with hope. She could hardly dare to believe it. She knew that nothing was permanent and this was hardly a promise for her future. But just knowing that these wouldn't be their final hours together. That she'd get more time. That was enough for the moment.
She hugged him tightly and cried into his neck. "Thank you, Ryan. Thank you so much."
He held her for a moment more feeling the same sense of relief that at least, for now, they didn't have to consider their good-byes.
Then, composing himself, he stepped back and said, "This is a big day. Let's pack up, eat a bit of breakfast..." He gestured at the tray of what was likely now cold coffee and a few pastries that had been left for them. "and get ready to go."
She smiled and nodded her head, turning to the bedroom to pack up her few belongings, leaving Ryan alone in the dining room.
All too soon there was a knock at the door. There stood the butler, beckoning them to follow him to the parlor where the Kings had gathered.
Ryan couldn't help but feel nervous as they followed him down the corridor, but he also felt some relief that this whole affair would be over soon. Regardless of the decision of the Kings, he was ready to leave them behind and pursue, in earnest, a future with Catrine.
As the elevator doors closed, he reached over and clasped Catrine's hand tightly in his. She was even more alluring to him now that he knew more about her and now that she had opened herself up to him so readily. Risking the butler's scorn, he picked up her hand and kissed each knuckle gently, giving her one final heart-stopping smile before the ding warned that the doors were about to open.
Catrine felt her cheeks blush as she lowered her gaze, adjusted her posture, and found her place behind Ryan. When they entered the parlor, the Kings all seemed fairly relaxed, chatting over their breakfasts as they reclined in over-stuffed chairs. Without the formality of the huge desks and the high cathedral ceilings, it was clear that the agenda for the morning would be more informal than the previous days.
King Preston noticed Ryan and beckoned him to join them, gesturing to an open seat. Catrine joined him, knelling on a cushion just beside the chair.
"Good morning Ryan," he said amiably. "Restful night?" By his tone and expression, Ryan assumed he was alluding to the number of hours he and Catrine had spent sequestered in their room.
If you only knew, he thought dryly.
Instead, flashing his most dazzling smile he made eye contact with the group and said, "I wouldn't call it restful, exactly. But it was certainly...satisfying." As he said this, he stroked Catrine's hair softly, pulling it behind her shoulder. He hoped the gesture would soothe her while simultaneously reinforcing his words to the Kings.
The group laughed and raised their cups of coffee in toast. They all certainly seemed to be in jovial moods this morning.
Catrine noticed that several of the slaves were busy preparing food and refilling coffee cups. She turned her body slightly towards Ryan to get his attention. When he made eye contact with her, she asked him quietly, "Would you like your coffee now, Master?"
"Yes please, my sweet." He replied, feeling as though they were both acting in some sort of bizarre play.
Watching her though, as she rose gracefully to her feet and made her way to the tables at the back, he remembered that this was her reality. Under any other circumstance and still, if he was honest with himself, under the current circumstance, this was just another day in her macabre life.
She presented him with his cup and sank back into the cushion beside him as the others seemed to also settle into their chairs, looking expectantly towards Roberts, who would kickff the formal matters of the day.
Clearing his throat but not standing, Roberts began. "Well, let's just get right to the heart of it, shall we?"
"Mr. Pierce, thank you for joining us this morning, and for being such an active participant in these last few days of discussion. As you are likely aware, we do not often invite guests to join us at this conference. So, your attendance was a unique experience both for you and also for us."
"We very much appreciated the thoughtfulness of your proposal and your approach to the development of the southern territories. You were highly recommended by your boss and we now recognize why he gave you such high marks. We think you did well both in sharing these plans with us and in answering our questions during our sessions these past few days."
His eyes crinkled a bit as he smiled again. "But, surely you've wondered why it would be so important to join us in person and for such a long stay too? While the southern territories are large, they certainly are not the most complicated topic we've ever addressed at the Council..."
Not sure if this was his cue to speak, Ryan nodded by paused before answering. Thankfully, the King continued with his speech before Ryan needed to interject further.
"Technically, the territory we've been discussing straddles the boundaries of Hall's land as well as my own, but we share resources with the whole council. The territory as a whole is hardly developed; endless open spaces, few towns, paths that you can hardly call roads; a frozen tundra in the winter and a rainy, muddy mess in the summer."
"Ryan, here's the truth. We're not getting any younger and our interest in straying so far from the heart of our primary governing territory is waning. So, at this very meeting last year, we decided to seek a dedicated resource to manage the work in the southern territories; someone qualified to oversee it and act as a proxy to the Council."
"This is where you come in. We have taken these past few days to determine whether you could be qualified and trusted to manage the development of the southern territories on our behalf. Speaking plainly, we are prepared to green light your proposal in its entirety on the condition that you serve as the foreman of the program. Immediately. And indefinitely."
"The most significant requirement, of course, is that you resettle there, commuting back to the capital only a few times each year to report on progress and revisit development goals. Although, even those trips, at least initially, would be very limited since you will undoubtedly have so much work on your hands."
"Of course," he finished hastily, "we would look to compensate you generously in exchange for your commitment."
Ryan sat unmoving in his chair as he considered exactly what they had just proposed. As Roberts had concluded his short speech, all eyes had turned to regard him expectantly and he was certain his expression betrayed all of his thoughts. His mouth opened and closed a few times as though he was beginning to speak, but thought better of it.
They had certainly taken him by surprise. He couldn't even begin to grasp all of the implications. This meant leaving his family, his job, the life he'd worked to establish. On the other hand, it meant the freedom to pursue his own dream, getting beyond the constraints of his company and working to really develop his passions to the fullest. Unfortunately, he realized instantly, it also meant being more closely aligned with the Kings, who had not proven themselves to be particularly trustworthy or compassionate allies.
As his mind swam with thoughts, he glanced towards Catrine, realizing that perhaps she was the most complicating factor of all. He was far from figuring out how to pay for her freedom and the task of doing that from the wilderness, with thousands of miles between them, would be impossible.
Then, in a flash, everything came together in his mind with perfect certainty. He leaned forward to address the room, softly squeezing Catrine's shoulder, as he began to speak.
"Thank you so much for your trust in me. I am honored to be considered for this role and I'm humbled by your offer. I would like to work to find a way to negotiate terms that would benefit both parties."
"You are asking me to leave my whole life behind to start again in a space you yourself just described as a wilderness. I have no spouse or family to accompany me on this journey. I am worried that over time, the isolation and loneliness would creep in and eventually it would get the best of me. Clearly, this would not be beneficial to anyone."
"So, to move forward, I ask just one single condition for this arrangement."
Roberts interjected, "Of course. I'm sure most anything can be arranged."
"Thank you, Your Grace." He continued, "I ask that you pay the transfer and ownership papers for this pleasure slave to accompany me and be in my service indefinitely."
Catrine broke her practiced stillness and stared with surprise towards Ryan before quickly regaining her self-control. Wise to the ways of the Council, she knew that the Kings weren't really making him an offer. They were issuing him an assignment. For him to make a demand like this, for her paperwork - for her - was certain to exceed the terms of any agreement they had anticipated brokering with him.
The room exploded in rapid-fire conversation around them. Catrine couldn't make out everything being said, but the words absurd and expense were exchanged several times. Glancing again at Ryan, she saw only fearlessness in his eyes as he stared determinedly forward.
Hall put his hand up to silence the conversation, turning to Ryan he said evenly, "Clearly, Mr. Pierce, your request has taken us by surprise. Would you be so kind as to exit for a few moments so that we can continue this discussion in private?"
"Girls," he continued, "You are also dismissed. We'll call on you later."
Though she was reluctant to leave his side, Catrine stood with the other slaves and made her way to follow them from the room. She noticed Ryan reaching for her hand as she passed in front of his chair, giving him a quick but violent shake of her head.
She knew that any breach of protocol at that moment would likely reveal too much about the nature of their relationship. That, she also knew, would obliterate the chance of her staying with him.
Watching her turn the corner, Ryan nodded once to the Kings and turned to walk into the hall, closing the door behind him. Sighing, he realized that he once again found himself left waiting and alone. This time, it seemed, with the highest stakes yet.
Back in the slaves quarters, Catrine did her best to deflect the peppering of questions from the other women. She had learned that secrets were easily revealed through bribes or beatings; They were best left unshared. Instead, she spoke of her own surprise at Ryan's request, her total lack of familiarity with the territory, and that overall, having a single Master would be preferable to her current circumstances. All three statements were truthful and seemed to pacify the others.
The women bored of the conversation and shifted their attention to other activities. Catrine wandered over to the windows and sat at a small bench. Gazing at the buildings outside she whispered a small prayer that somehow this wish could be granted. As she finished, she closed her eyes and began the words again.
She continued this meditative prayer for hours, watching the sun begin its descent into the evening sky. She was worried. They had heard nothing more from the Kings for hours and her imagination began to interfere with rational thought. Questions popping into her mind for which she had no answers: How long did it take to write up a contract? What if they wouldn't meet his terms? What if she never saw him again? Fear began to take its hold on her as she struggled to fight back a growing sense of dread.
She heard the sound of a door opening and she stood, turning hopefully towards it. Her eyes widened as she saw not Ryan's figure, but two hulking figures striding purposefully towards her. She recognized them immediately. They were the orderlies and they had come to retrieve her.
She stumbled backwards one step as the meaning of their appearance crashed over her. She managed to let out a solitary howl as her mind careened off-course. She smelled the familiar sour odor of the drug as a handkerchief was pressed firmly against her nose and mouth. Within seconds, she crumpled to the floor.
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Four Days Later
The Vultures had isolated her and given her no explanation; Left alone in a barren room for nearly four days with nothing to do but wallow in her fears. Had Ryan revealed her transgressions to them? Did they know how terribly she had erred? That she had allowed him to remove her collar. That she had come of her own free will and not at the command of her Master. She was terrorized by the possibility of her punishment.
Beyond her own fears, she worried for Ryan. Had they taken him into custody for some reason? Had he left safely? Where could he be now and was he okay?
Awake, she trembled in bed. When sleep finally took her, she was wracked by wicked nightmares of Kings and their games. Each one, somehow aware of her deepest secrets.
Crueler still, she was tortured by her sweet dreams of Ryan. In her sleep, she found his dazzling eyes and heard his soft words. She could smell his scent and feel his arms enveloping her. She could almost reach him there, curling up against his warmth forever, only to awaken with a gasp, cold and alone once more.
The uncertainty of her punishment and the dim prospect for her future, was her near undoing. She was considering pounding on the doors, knowing that would only lead to a punishment, just for the confirmation that someone, somewhere could hear her.
Just as she neared her limit, her door swung open and two women buzzed about. Totally overwhelmed by their noise, colors, and their motions, Catrine closed her eyes tightly and put her hands over her ears, curling her head between her knees.
"Oh dear. It seems the little thing is a bit distressed." Said the first woman.
"Not totally surprising really, is it?" The other answered.
The first woman sat down on the bed next to Catrine and softly pressed her hand against her head, smoothing her hair back gently.
"Catrine is it?" She asked softly.
Catrine dared to raise her head, nodding once and looking with confusion at the two women in her room. They appeared to be free women. Like the Kings, they were dressed in a kaleidoscope of colors; long draped silks that ran from the tops of their necks to the bottoms of their toes. The fabric was so long, it piled around their feet as they moved about her room. They wore dozens of bangles that clanked together and huge beaded earrings that were hardly visible because of the voluminous hair that completed their looks.
"Well, Catrine." She continued and Catrine forced herself to focus on the woman's face. "It seems you have been Claimed. Not too surprising, a pretty thing like you. I'm Marla and this is my sister, Cecily. We're here to get you ready to meet your new Master."
"Which is a good thing," Cecily piped up. "Because you look like hell at the moment." Marla shot a warning glance at her sister before they turned expectantly back to Catrine.
Trying to absorb exactly what they had just said, she repeated the words back to them. "Claimed?" She asked in disbelief. "New Master?" She asked again. This was not anything she had anticipated following her past few days in solitary confinement.
"Come now." Cecily responded. "We don't have much time. We'll tell you what we know once we get started"
The women helped Catrine to stand and supported her gently as they traveled down a corridor and into a large bathroom. After helping her into a piping hot, sudsy bath, they scrubbed her from top to bottom, washing her hair and grooming her nails. When they were satisfied with that step, Cecily moved on to cut Catrine's hair while Marla shaped her brows and assessed her nails. They groomed her with great efficiency and once they were satisfied with her state, they began chatting with her about the details of her paperwork.
"I hear the whole thing has been very hush-hush." Whispered Cecily, conspiratorially. "Usually these kinds of things can take months to negotiate, but apparently, this whole thing was settled just a few days ago!"
Catrine's ears couldn't help but perk up at this bit of information. Could it be possible that Ryan had negotiated this? Could she dare to hope?
"...I don't how you managed to impress him so fast, but it sounds like they were very motivated to move mountains to get their hands on you, my dear!" Marla finished as she pulled out her make-up case and set it loudly on a table in front of them.
"Do you know anything about my new Master?" She dared to ask.
Marla thought a moment and then replied, "No. No names have been shared."
But, then Cecily interjected excitedly, "But, there has been a lot of talk and speculation! Apparently, the order arrived directly from the Council. An order from King Arick himself!"
Marla shot Cecily a look encouraging her to shut her mouth immediately. But, Catrine was no longer paying attention to the women. She went pale and swallowed hard as she realized the likely meaning behind these events; the worst fate imaginable. She had dared let herself think for a moment that Ryan had succeeded. But, she knew of course, that it was much more likely that he had failed. And in his failure, Arick had stepped in to claim her.
She shuddered in her chair and closed her eyes trying to stop tears from welling up.
"Now my dear!" exclaimed Marla, "None of that now. You'll ruin my fine work."
"And besides," she continued as she blotted the tear from her cheek with a tissue. "It is always better to be Claimed than to be here, right?"
"Not by a King." Catrine whispered desperately. "Not by that King."
The two women exchanged another look. They knew that having a girl who fell to pieces in her presentation to her Master would reflect poorly on them - and furthermore, would do her no favors in the long run. As Cecily wrapped one arm around her, Marla turned and knelt so that she was just inches from Catrine's face.
"My girl," She began. "In your circumstance, you probably know better than anyone, that there is no guessing about the future. You only have this moment. And, it is up to you and only you, how you will face it."
Catrine took a deep breath and turned to look into Marla's eyes. They were soft and soulful and she found them filled with sympathy as she looked back at her.
"Now," she continued. "Let's finish getting you ready so that you can discover where you are meant to go next." | Meeting of the Six Kings Ch. 05 | [
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Chapter V
Whenever the voices came, they felt like worms crawling through his brain and chest, coiled around a sense of dread and ecstasy. Dread that they would tell his father things, things that would make father furious with him. Ecstasy, because of the rewards he would feel in his heart when he did as the voices asked, begged, cajoled.
Sometimes, though, the voices demanded too many things, so many he could not possibly complete them all, and then the voices would scream at him, filling his mind without benefit of using ears he could cover against the ringing, stinging deluge of suffering. They would flood him with screams of his worthlessness, shiftlessness. Worst of all, they would do it in father's booming, rumbling voice.
There were only three cures for the voices. He could do their bidding though they would always come up with another thing later, and often their bidding led to father being angry in person. Secondly, he could find a woman and cut her until the voices quieted, replaced by her shrieks of fear and begging for mercy and final, ringing silence. Thirdly, he could do as he did now.
The lithe little feline clenched his claws into the chain mail skirt in front of him, feeling the smooth, cold texture of dry steel against his fingerpads as the soldier grunted and slammed his thick-furred balls into the tiger's chin, gagging him deliciously with the burning, throbbing, pointed spike of flesh the movement shoved down the tiger's throat.
His throat fluttered on the red, throbbing cock, as he rolled his eyes up to the wolf soldier. He had his head tilted back, his paws wrapped in the tiger's long, silky, well-loved hair, and was straining, the near-painful anticipation of an explosive orgasm written all over his face.
As he grinned around his throatful, the tiger wriggled his hips, twitching them to and fro as his tail danced, before being snatched by a rough, armored paw. The bear railing him grunted and thrusted, his thick blunt shaft drawing a gurgled squawk of pleasure from the impaled tiger and a muted, sullen silence from the voices.
His grin broadened as his eyes slid fluidly to the bodyguard. The lion was stoic, his golden brown eyes staring straight ahead like a stone-carved sentinel, ignoring the soldiers using his charge like a cheap street whore in the way bodyguards did; seeing nothing, but watching everything. The veteran warrior looked unruffled, pristine, his armor polished to a mirror-fine gloss, his footpaws spread in readiness for battle at any moment.
The tiger arched his hips and clamped down, playing his practiced muscles along the bear's thick, turgid cock, drawing a strangled sound from the creature's throat as it gripped him, steel plate gauntlets digging harshly into his slender hips as the bear gave one last thrust and began blasting his insides full of the stickiness that always seemed to disgust the voices into silence.
The garrison knew the drill by now. A reluctant-looking wolf was pulling on heavy blackened-chain gauntlets as his patrol partner helped tie his padded gambeson into place so that they could get his chain on without chafing him. His pants were open, leather ties hanging to the sides, a startled-looking young girl whore from the streets working over his reddened cock with her lips and fingers, while shooting disbelieving looks at the debauched tiger arching and swallowing the sergeant's cock to the balls.
The girl's jaw ached, and her ears buzzed with the echoed grunting and slapping of flesh. By pure habit, she lifted a delicate paw and wrapped it around the wolf's base, feeling the soft, supple skin of his sheathe bunched up under her fingers and gathered at the base of a half-grown knot. The girl dove forward, swallowing repeatedly to avoid choking as the hard tip scraped her throat.
The wolf she was suckling sucked in a breath, hard, and grabbed her jaw hard, digging armored fingers into the joint to force it open. She choked, gagging as his twitching tip drizzled the back of her throat with a spurt of liquid, before she was thrown clear of his dick with a shove that sent her sprawling. As she looked up, surprised, she saw the wolf with a strained, squinted expression, his fingers clamped tight on the thick tube running under his cock, squeezing off the unexpected release she'd pulled out of him.
"Damnit, girl, you want me to die?"
She goggled at him, as the bear she'd seen fucking the duke's younger sun pulled his sodden cock free with a disquieting slurping sound, and waddled off to clean his cum-dripping shaft, looking somehow relieved in a fashion that had nothing to do with emptying his pendulous balls.
The wolf she'd been suckling stood, gripping himself by the base, and gave her one last glare as he strode over to the duke's son, grabbing roughly at a bruised spot on the youth's hip. The lithe creature wriggled, purring around the cock in its mouth and all along its back as the tail lashed, like a flag glorying in pain, before being grabbed by the wolf as it maneuvered itself, then pried the young adult's pucker open with his tip and slid smoothly inside the cum-dripping passage.
Another soldier, the one who'd assisted with the draw-strings of the wolf now fucking Toryen Casso waved her over, and the girl approached him, kneeling down to undo his breeches. She half-expected to be shoved away again, and was cringing despite the paw that fell to her headfur and stroked at her pointed lupine ears, as she dove in and took his tip between her lips, tasting of musk and soap.
"Sorry girl, the young lord doesn't like it when his favorites spill in anyone else." As he spoke, his paw stroked her ear, trailing gently along the outer shell. This one had no armor, and was slighter than the other soldiers she'd seen crawling all over the young lordling.
The girl perked her ears in his fingers, wagging her tail hesitantly. The kind words gave her a tingle, a warm feeling of worth she got nowhere else, and it led her to lean into her work, placing both paws on the gentle-voiced wolf's thighs as she slurped at his cock, teasing the wet red shaft from his sheath and traced the veined length with her tongue.
"Only reason you're here is to get some of them ready for him. He doesn't care they don't like boys."
She furrowed her brows at him, confusion written on her face. The lord was frightening her, acting so far outside his station as to be scandalous, and scandal often led to silencings, when peasants were involved.
Behind her, the soldier slammed his hips forcefully against the tiger's, grunting as his knot popped in, and she heard the young lord give a cock-gurgling yowl, feral as a jungle cat, as he released all over the floor beneath him.
She tuned him out, keeping to the task at hand, a cold shiver running up her spine as she noted the sorry look she was getting from the receiver of her ministrations.
The soldier had lied to her, not wanting to fill her last hours before Toryen got around to her with dread. It wouldn't save her, so putting her through the fear would be pointlessly cruel.
With a grunt of relief he emptied his balls into her throat, stroking her ears with his paws as he softly cursed under his breath. He hoped it wouldn't be his last time too. Rumors from the road were ill, and the messenger they'd sent on to the keep hadn't spurred any action from the Duke.
Unconsciousness clung to her, like a mother cradling its child, shielding her from all the hurt and suffering and tears and pain, cocooned in a gossamer web of black. For a time she snuggled into it, lost in that comfortable dark dream, in which she was whole and small and loved and warm as a mother's arms.
In time, her dream changed, shifting like glassy sand in the relentless wind of desert night. She felt a sense of parchedness, a prickle in her throat and eyes and lips, the dryness of the dying.
Through her mind's eye, she saw the high, dry, hilly country of her birth, so far from the lands she'd come to as to be unthinkable for most. Months she had traveled, and she remembered now every bump, scrape, and scratch. She recalled in vivid tactile detail every deprivation of the road, every loneliness of spirit, and recalled the pain of knowing she deserved every test, for having left her people behind.
She remembered meeting another fur along the road, dirty and disheveled in battered armor, but smiling brightly and polite all the same. She remembered her disguise, how she'd strapped her breasts down with spare cloth and worn oversized garments that made her look like a child in order to hide her luckily slender hips. When she offered to help him out of his damaged armor, he'd happily agreed, and when they'd been set upon by Torian footsoldiers, she had acquitted herself well with her walking staff and then borrowed sword.
The handsome young lion had, after they'd finally driven the enemy off, thanked her for her assistance and given her the grandest opportunity; he hired her as his bodyguard, armed and armored her, and in time she came to discover he was the traveling Prince Callian, journeying the continent to learn of it before a crown could pin his head to the Scaled Throne of Darath.
An ache, felt deep in her chest, joined the tightness she hadn't until then realized she had been feeling. Her eyes felt hot, dry, stinging, and her lungs constricted, empty of air, her whole gut clenched with restrained sobs. She had loved him for his fairness, his kindness, his non-judgmental nature, and as much as anything else for his willingness to help her become what she had wished to be without thinking less of her for trying.
She awoke to the sensation of hot tears slipping into the bandages around her eyes, her body too leaden to lift a paw and brush at them. For a few moments, she had forgotten how badly injured she was, and the circumstances she was in. With a jolt, accompanied by a searing wave of nauseating pain and a sudden gasp, images of a maddened wolf and a slender, pretty priest doing battle in the rain reminded her.
Cel's vision was filled with explosions and stars, as the waves of agony roiling through her body slowly began to recede. She sucked in deep breaths, as deep as her body would allow. A change in the light and the rustle of a dry blanket told her someone was standing above her, but in a panic-riddled moment she realized she could not see.
A gentle paw touched her face, as she felt a presence settle next to her, the edges of a rough-spun woolen blanket touching her shoulder, as someone said soft words to her, words she knew but could put no image or sense to, until searing flashes of pain had ceased to pour through her body, leaving her in a numbed ache like a fire felt through layers of cloth.
Her lips sparked with prickling, as something was pressed to them, and she forced her muzzle open with the most effort it had ever taken, to bare her teeth and remind Royval of what had happened to his precious, beloved prick, or to remind evil little Toryen that he'd yet to manage a scream for mercy from her, something she suspected was the only reason he'd not gone too far and cut her throat yet.
Instead of the expected press of insistent flesh, or a belting across the teeth with a wooden club, a delicious cooling sensation spread over her battered gums and cheeks, pooling in her mouth and over her bitten, swollen tongue.
Finally, the voice spoke words that made sense, in a sotto voce near a whisper, soothing in a way that might normally raise her hackles, but in that moment made her want to cry with relief.
"Easy, easy friend. Its just water. I boiled it, its good to drink."
She managed, slow as a glacier, to give the slightest nod, before forcing her throat to remember what it was to swallow. The bruising pain there, dull and cold, reminded her in a vivid flash of young Toryen, naked and turgid-cocked, laughing and screaming as he held her by the throat, shaking her such that her skull was bouncing off the torture table he'd chosen to fuck her on.
Cel's swollen, sliced lip tried to turn up at the edge in a smirk, as soothing moisture flowed past it and into her maw. If there was any child, it would not be his. Somehow, the younger of the brothers had not been able to finish in her, not in the dozen times he'd tried. She hadn't screamed for him, except in rage, and she could still see in his face the frustration, the impotence, the inability to take his pleasure without it.
The voice intruded on her thoughts again, pushing back the dreamy floating that lingered around the edge of her consciousness.
"You have a serious fever and...Er..."
The hesitation preceded a shifting of the cloth, the shushing of wool being pushed about as her benefactor moved slightly in discomfort.
"Your wounds. They're quite severe. The infections will be bad."
He moved the water skin from her lips as she swallowed a third time, and she heard him moving again. Behind the unseen friend, she heard a fire crackling, and as she concentrated on breathing and forcing the pain away, Cel's back told her she was rested atop a sheeted straw mattress.
*No agent of Duke Casso, then.*
His voice sounded pained, tight and pinched, as if he were on the verge of tears, and she winced inwardly at the thought. Whoever this was, he was so upset by what had been done to her that it felt as if he were taking the torture on himself. Cel tried to speak, to come up with harsh words to steal his sympathy for her, but her body was still too ruined for it, her tongue too swollen and bitten, her throat too raw.
"Oh! My manners, ah...I'm Brother Timid, of the Finders. You are Sir...Um. Atarasi, Atarasi...Sir Kalos? Sir Raihon?"
She started, and it sent ripples of pain through her again, as her muscles tightened. The thought she'd had was blasted from her mind for a few seconds, until her exhausted nerves died away again. How could he tell where she was from, in her current state? As the priest went on, he spoke over a dozen common Atarasi names, though her homeland was months of travel away.
The ache in her head was growing, as she strained in the attempt to guess at this man and his agenda. She could not be sure this wasn't some form of ploy, though something beneath her fevered paranoia told her that she was overthinking, that the torments she had suffered were wreaking havoc on her judgment.
"Sir Kalas, Sir Terman, Sir Cel," the priest continued, his tail swishing in enjoyment at what felt to him like a game, as he carefully unwrapped bandages from the largely insensate knight, as she twitched and trembled in fever-sweats despite the heat of a cheerfully blazing fireplace not twenty feet from them..
She shifted slightly at that last name, her lips parting, cracking and beginning to bleed again as she tried to speak. Timid put a blessedly, finally dry paw to her lip, brushing it shut with the gentleness he'd have for touching a baby's down fur, though the motion made him clutch the dry blanket he'd swapped for, to keep from letting it fall and reveal his nudity beneath it.
"Shh, don't speak, your lips are cut. Sir Cel then. I'm going to have to unbind you, these bandages are muddy and will make your infections worse. This...I'm afraid it's going to hurt. I'm sorry."
Cel's lips twitched again, ignoring the priest's admonishment as she managed to force a few words, whispers slipping past the constriction in her throat as minnows through cracks in a dam.
"Pain...Is nothing..."
Timid hid his grimace, shifting the blind he'd placed over her bloodied eyes as he reached for the glistening-sharp knife he'd found in the kitchens. His eyes then trailed over the other supplies he'd found; heavy thread, sewing needles, honey, spider webs he'd stolen from their rightful denizens; he hoped it would be enough to save her. He closed his eyes, and reminded himself to have faith, that the vision would not be for nothing.
Cel gave a grunting, choked sound of pain as he pulled a bandage away from her face as carefully as he could, taking torn skin and clotted blood with it. Timid put a paw to a miraculously un-shredded strip of her cheek in gentle apology, as he prepared himself with prayer to battle what would be a grave fight to keep his stomach and remember his training. | The Furry Dead Chapter V by Arlen Blacktiger | [
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First things first! My original plot/story line got put on hold! Second of all! Its 5 AM so please dont blame me for grammer and spelling. I decided to make a come back after a while.
Iku Ze!
Looking at the clock the young wolf realized the time. Getting out of bed with a yawn, he rubbed his eyes and sat at his computer desk. Checking his mail his eyes opened wide: his mailbox was full for the first time in a while. He checked the senders, to his dismay most was from the cheerleading team. Deleting those he checked the mail from his room mate.
"Sup perv?" though highly mad at the comment he continued to read.
"I know you saw me last night, look, don't tell anyone. Oh and you should reconsider talking with Anissa. There's a rumor going around about her real name, though I doubt its true. As for you, you are using a fake name too aren't you? Anyways, about the dragon porn. I accidently clicked the wrong thing, and got routed to a porn site. I'm tired, so I'm gonna sleep, later!"
Not beleiving a word he deleted the email, then reading an email from the coach. It was about their first game. They were going up against the Ashen Kougers. Top team in the state. Coach wanted him to prep the team, figuring that it would be no problem for him. Saving the email he read the last one, it was from Anissa. The subject was asking "Whats wrong with you?" opening it with a groan he read the letter:
"Look, we got off on a bad start, I can be bossy, and what was wrong with you anyways? Going off like that without a goodbye?! Not even a wave! The nerve!! Better be at the Central Water Tower by 10 AM tomorow! Or I'm comming to your room!"
Feeling creeped out by the fact she knew where his room was, and how to get in, he checked what time the message was sent: Yesterday. With his hair standing on end he ran to the shower. Around 30 minutes later he got out, drying off, then checked his watch: 9:50. He rushed to get some clothes on. Picking out a black hoody with a cross on the back, and rose vines down the arms, a black V and his lucky necklace, putting on his boxers he slipped on black pants and his black shoes.
Looking in the mirror his eyes had faded to a blackish grey. He loved that ablity, it made him laugh when he freaked people out. Knowing that he was probably the only one able to change the color of his iris. He put his hoody up and walked to the Central Water Tower.
Checking his watch it was 10. Leaning against the tower and closing his eyes he waited for around 30 seconds. Feeling something on his cheek he opened his eyes half way to see the wolfess kissing it. Jumping back he glared at her, she was still in her cheer leading outfit. "...Im not going to yell. Yet I ask the question... What the hell?" He asked, trying to sound calm.
"What I can't kiss my boyfriend?" she talekd smoothly, leaning back against him.
"Tch, whoever he is you better tell him you kissed my cheek."
Giggling she whispered in his ear: "i kissed your cheek"
Giving an irratated look down at the wolfess "Since when am I your boyfriend?"
Grabbing his hand she didn't answer instead walked with him around campus. Feeling chivalrus and tired he didn't bother to slip away, she gave him a tour around campus. Afterwards she took him to the gym, but not the front of the gym, no she led him to the back. It was a secret spot, only a few knew how to get there. Looking at her hold him against the wall he blushed.
Going in for a kiss he pulled away, just in time figuring her lips were 1 cm away from his. He looked at her, confused yet embarassed that he felt her breath against his muzzle. She pouted and then tried again, only to fail and trip. Catching her he smiled "Not yet. Two factors get in the way of you stealing me." By stealing he meant claiming as a mate.
"What?" she asked curiously.
"One...you were to slow..Two..i gotta go to practice.." he smirked and set her up straight before walking to the front entrance.
"Wait!! First you should know my real name!" hearing this Kites ears perked, the rumors were true. Though he put his paws into the pockets of his hoody. "Not yet, wait till you are a succesful theif." She knew what he meant, she blushed and giggled knowing she had a chance.
A few minutes early to practice Kite had dressed in his uniform and then practiced, the team showed up minutes later and joined him. Helping them with their dribbling and shooting, Rot and Kite had also told them about their first opponents. Hearing this the team practiced harder. Feeling the need to better themselves, Kite had suggested a scrimage match. He and Rot against the rest of the team.
Rot agreed, with the teams set, kite figured there would be enough time for 5 games before practice was out. Letting Rot make all the points the first game, the team had only made 20 points, Rot and Kite had made 50. Second match it was both Rot and Kite. with Kites help it was 0 to 90. The third, fourth, and fifth matches were also like this. Tired the team had sat in the bleachers and they had all talked four the last 10 minutes.
The team had wanted to know about Kite, how he was good, where did he come from, how much time he put into practice. Telling his story he told them that he practiced ever since he was able to walk. But something peaked Kites anger when someone had asked about one of Kites shots. Yelling out "FAIL!" he stormed off to the showers.
Wondering what was up the team had went to the showers. Coach was watching, approving of Kite's method on giving others advice and such. Walking out the coach yelled "GAME IS IN 7 HOURS HURRY UP!" | Chapter Two: Preparing for the first game. by KazeOokami | [
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