Wow, I am beginning to wonder if some of ya’ll aren’t getting together to say, “Let’s boost Der Erzahler’s Ego”. It is nice to know that I am missed. As most of you know, I have been on hiatus for the last several months. This is due mainly to an overburdening amount of work that I have been subjected to since late last year. However, things are finally taking a turn for the better and more free time is coming available to me. Therefore, I should be able to spend time once again on maintaining this blog.
Until then, yes, I am ok. Thanks for checking in on me, and I look forward to sharing with you again soon.
January 4, 2013-
I would like to say that I slept soundly last night, but that was not to be. There was so much information floating around in my brain that I couldn’t get to sleep to save my life. After several hours of fitful sleep I finally just decided to get up and take a stroll around the campus. I pulled on a pair of sweat pants and donned a light jacket, then stepped out into the cool night air. It was nice and quiet, much different than earlier in the day. I knew that the morning would bring a much different picture, especially since the classes would start once more, so I had better enjoy it while it lasted.
The quiet didn’t last as long I was hoping it would though. No sooner did I round the corner of one of the dormitories than I found one of our young students crawling out of her bedroom window. I glanced at my watch, 2:32 am, and I knew she was definitely up to no good. I didn’t say a word, just went and stood directly behind her, watching as she wiggled her plump ass out the window and drop to the ground. You would have thought she had seen Death himself when she turned and saw me standing there. The blood curdling scream she let out would have woken even the dead, but since there was no cemetery on the property she only managed to wake up the surrounding rooms.
One by one all the lights came on and blinds were opened as young ladies peered out the window to see what was happening. It didn’t take long for Miss Davenport to come racing out of the dorm to where we were standing. Apparently she only had time to don a thin robe and as she rushed towards us, I got an eyeful of her pale white legs and her low cut robe exposed most of her large breasts. Her red hair was in a disheveled shape, and despite just being woken up, she still looked like a tasty morsel just begging to be sampled.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Perry,” she said as she approached, slightly out of breath. Her chest was heaving from her running out to join us, and it was very obvious that she wasn’t a bra. Very obvious…
“There was no reason to rush, Miss Davenport,” I replied calmly. “It seems one of our young ladies didn’t like her accommodations very much.”
I turned to the young woman and took stock of who I was dealing with. She was a short, plump Latina, with long brown hair, big brown eyes and full fat lips. I could see a look of defiance in her eyes that I was going to love to break. At least she had sense enough to put on a jacket before trying to climb out of her room.
“Name?” I said to the defiant girl.
“Rosa,” she replied. “Rosa Gonzalez.”
“Rosa Gonzalez, sir,” I corrected her.
“Rosa Gonzalez, sir,” she repeated with a roll of her eyes.
“Miss Davenport, please get the rest of the ladies settled back down. I will be taking Miss Gonzalez back to my office with me to decide on her punishment.”
“Yes, Mr. Perry,” she said and then shot a stern look at the girl. “Do you need me, sir?”
“You can join us afterwards if you like.”
“Thank you, sir,” she replied and quickly went back into the dorms.
I grabbed young Miss Gonzalez by her elbow and escorted her back to my office. To give her some credit, she didn’t put up much of a fight and actually managed to keep her mouth shut the entire walk to my office.
“Sit down,” I commanded her when we got back inside, directing her to a chair in front of my office desk.
I sat down opposite her and searched through my files for her record. Once I found it, I pulled it out and began perusing the contents. When I was done, I looked across at her with raised eyebrows.
“So… Miss Gonzalez,” I stated in a firm tone. “I see here that you have an extensive record of breaking and entering. You were given a choice of coming here, or going to a women’s prison in Texas. Would you rather be there instead of here?”
“No…” she said with a defiant attitude.
“Let’s try this again… Would you rather be there instead of here?”
“No… sir,” she said, a little less defiant now.
“Where were you going?”
“Excuse me?” I said, once again raising my eyebrows at her.
“Outside, sir. I wanted to go outside.”
“Well… I wanted to get away, to get out of here,” she said, and I actually admired her truthfulness. As an afterthought she added a “sir.”
“Well, Miss Gonzalez,” I said in a calm, steady voice. “You can get out of here. I can have you on a bus to the Texas prison by tomorrow morning.”
“No!” she shouted, a look of panic on her face. “No, sir, I would do anything to keep from having to go there.”
“Well, you have to be punished…” I stopped when I heard a knock on my office door. “Enter…”
In walked Miss Davenport, a little more put together than she was earlier, but still slightly disheveled. But, given the hour of night it was, that was to be expected. I caught her up to speed on what had transpired over the last several minutes and then directed her to take seat in the chair next to Rosa.
“We were just discussing her punishment, Miss Davenport,” I said calmly. “She doesn’t want to be sent to the women’s prison in Texas, so I was about to mete out her punishment instead.”
I stood up and walked across the room to one of the boxes I had yet to unpack. Opening it, I pulled out a hard leather paddle about 10 inches long with a braided handle. Rosa’s eyes grew large when I turned towards her and motioned for her to stand up.
“Drop your jeans too, Miss Gonzalez,” I directed her with a wave of my hand.
“My… my… pants?” she managed to stutter out.
“It is either you take your punishment this way, or I send you off to Texas on the first bus. Let me tell you, what they would do to you down there is much worse than what is about to happen.”
She swallowed a hard lump in her throat, looking back and forth between Miss Davenport and myself. Miss Davenport waved her hand towards Rosa’s pants as if to say, “might as well get it over with.” Finally, she reluctantly undid her jeans and let them fall to the ground, standing there with her panties exposed.
“Turn and face the desk,” I commanded in a stern voice. Once she had turned and faced the desk, I told her to pull her panties down and bend over. She looked at me again with wide eyes and then with a tear forming she slowly lowered them to just beneath her asscheeks. Leaning forward, she caught herself on the desk.
I have to admit, seeing her like that definitely turned me on. She had a nice plump ass. It was so full and tan. Her pussy lips were sticking out from between her legs, and any other time I would have wanted to dive in between them. Now, however, there was a punishment to mete out.
I crossed over and stood next to her, running my hand over her smooth ass cheek gently. As soon as my hand touched her, she let out a yelp, anticipating the worst. I raised the paddle up and pressed it against her backside, letting her feel the hard leather pressed against her naked flesh. She literally trembled beneath the touch of the paddle, her knees growing weak from anticipation of the pain to come.
“10 whacks,” I said to Miss Davenport over my shoulder. “Count for me.”
“Yes, sir,” she nodded.
I raised my hand back, leveling the paddle with her plump asscheeks and then brought it down with a hard “WHACK”. The girl yelped out in pain as the paddle slapped her right cheek hard, making it jiggle and bounce. The next blow landed on her left cheek as I alternated back and forth between the two. The sounds of her yelps and moans for me to stop brought me to a heightened state of arousal. I could feel my thick cock beginning to stir in my sweatpants, like it was trying to find its way out into the open.
By the time I reached 9, I was fully erect. My cock jutting against the fabric of the sweat pants, plain as day to Miss Davenport. When I hit “10″, I stopped and adjusted myself, giving Miss Davenport a wink when a small smile formed on her lips.
“Pull your pants up, Miss Gonzalez,” I said to the young lady as tears flowed freely down her cheeks.
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered softly.
“Miss Gonzalez, starting tomorrow, I expect you to be in my office everyday at 5pm sharp for the next 7 days. You will receive the same punishment every day. At the end of the 7 days, we will discuss whether you will be allowed to stay at the Academy. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she managed to gulp out. Once she was straightened up, I told Miss Davenport to take her back to her room.
“Do you want me to come back?” she asked. “To… discuss anything…”
“Not tonight, Miss Davenport,” I replied. “But… I do want you here every time Miss Gonzalez receives her punishment. It is only proper.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied and then led Rosa back to her room.
“Well… that was an interesting way to start my tenure here,” I said to myself as I collapsed on the office chair just vacated by Miss Davenport. Still turned on, I once again had to take matters into my own hands. I could have told Miss Davenport to return to my apartment later, but I wanted her to wait. When I finally have Miss Davenport, I want her to be begging me for it.
The rest of the day was rather uneventful, just a lot of paper shuffling and administrative duties. You know the deal, kissing up to the local government and making certain the place is running properly. By the time evening rolled around, I was pretty much exhausted. But that is what happens when you don’t sleep much and then are busy from 2am onwards. What a stimulating job!
Until tomorrow, my faithful journal…
January 3, 2013-
Well, it is evening time at last and I am about to turn in. But before I do, I thought I would update my journal for the day. After all, I wouldn’t want to forget anything (such as the interesting conversation with Mr Dockerty)
I stood at the top alcove watching as all the students began to arrive. Most of them were brought in on state run buses. After all, most of the young ladies were at the Academy at the bequest of the state. Actually, of the 695 ladies attending the school only 1/3 of them were sent by their families, the rest were given a choice of here or jail time.
So, I was now the Headmaster of the most renowned school for troubled young ladies. All of them between the ages of 17 and 21, here to better their lives and leave with not only a high school diploma but an associates degree in the subject of their choice as well. The thought was simple, if you give them meaning in life then perhaps they will keep from populating the women’s prison later.
“Sir,” I heard a deep voice address me.
Turning, I saw Mr. Dockerty standing there. He was the head of the school security staff as well as the Self Defense instructor. At 6 foot 5 inches, and nearly as broad in the shoulders as he was tall, the very sight of him was intimidating. I know that I for one would hate to be on his bad side.
“Yes, Mr. Dockerty, what can I do for you?”
“Crazy sight, isn’t it?” He asked me in his slow southern drawl.
“You mean all the students showing up?”
“Yeah, I guess it is, now that you mention it. How long have you been with the Academy?”
“Long enough to remember you getting busted trying to sneak a peek in the shower room as a teenager,” he replied with a smirk. “I’ll never forget the look on your face when the old man busted you that time!”
“How many people here know about those times?” I asked with a slightly red face.
“No worries, Mr Perry,” he replied with a deep rumbling laugh. “I am the only one left that was here on staff back then. Of course, I have been here going on 30 years myself. I sometimes wonder if I shouldn’t do like dad did and get out of this business.”
“Dad?” I asked quizzically.
“Yep, the old man is my step-father. He was always a mean cuss, but he did right by me and my mama. God rest her soul.”
“I had no idea,” I began.
“What? Oh, she passed away just before dad took this position.”
“No, I meant I had no idea he was your father.”
“Oh… sorry, yep, he sure is. What do you think of his little camera system? It was his pet project. Worked on it for years. No worries, boss man, I’m the only one that knows about that too. Not even my daughter is aware of it.”
“Daughter?” I asked again, even more perplexed than before.
“Damn, son, did you even read those files I brought to your office?” He asked with a smart ass tone.
“Guess I didn’t read it close enough. Who is your daughter?”
“Juliet…” He replied. “She grew up here at the school. Its all she has ever known. My step-father groomed her for the role she is in. She is a tough one, but the most loyal person you can have on your side… If you treat her right that is.”
“Thanks for the words of wisdom. Anything else I should know?”
“Yep. All the lady teachers here are ex-students. They were all handpicked by the old man.”
“Even Miss Davenport?”
“Especially, Miss Davenport. I remember her years here well. She was a regular hellion at the time. You won’t find none of that in their records though. The old man had their records expunged.”
“Yep. Like I said they were all handpicked and groomed to be here.” He said with a sly grin. “Well, I had better see how things are going. We’ll talk more later, boss.”
“You know we will,” I said with a smile. “I have a feeling there is a lot more you have to tell me.”
I walked down the hallways of the school dorms, eyeing all the young ladies that were now under my care. They were a mixed bunch of women, ranging from tall and skinny to short and fat (and vice versa). Most had mouths like sailors and a few even had the tattoos to match. No matter, come tomorrow they would all be in uniform, and despite their differences, they would all match that way at least.
I found myself on the West Wing hall near where Cindy told me she was staying. Being one of the people that stayed on the floor to watch after our darling students, it only made sense for her accommodations to be amongst the animals. As I crossed her door, I made mental note of the room number for later.
The rest of the afternoon was spent getting my office situated and directing the movers on where to place my personal belongings. I would like to say that I took advantage of the video system today, but I didn’t. I believe it is best handled with moderation. After all, I will probably be here for 30 years like my predecessor.
Until to tomorrow, my faithful journal…
January 3, 2012-
I woke up this morning at my customary 0500 hours and got ready to start my day off right. You see today was the day that I would meet the rest of the staff and it was also the day that the students returned to the Academy from their Christmas break. Donning my robe and making myself a cup of coffee, I retired to the video room to watch the day begin across the campus. Lo and behold, there was Ms. Juliet rolling out of bed for the day. Her hair all frizzled from a good nights sleep and her t-shirt pulled taut over her breasts as she stretched herself to wakefulness.
I settled into my chair, letting my robe fall open at the waist, simply watching as she began her day. It didn’t take long for the show to begin, as she grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head. If I had been actually drinking my coffee at the time, I probably would have spit it out in surprise. She had the firmest torso I had ever laid eyes on before, topped with a firm set of breasts that just swayed as she moved from side-to-side.
They were absolutely gorgeous to behold, and I was delighted to see she had such a wonderful body hidden underneath the stuffy business jacket she had worn the day before. Although I couldn’t be absolutely certain without seeing them up close and personal, I would venture to say that her breasts were easily between a C and D cup. Grabbing the joystick on the console I zoomed the camera in for a good shot of them and took in her puffy pink areolas and thick nipples. Even without being hard they looked to be a good size to suckle on.
I panned the camera down lower and watched as she grabbed her shorts with her thumb and forefinger. Leaning forward with anticipation, I nearly fell out of the chair as I followed her movement as she pushed them downward. It seemed like it took forever for her to slide those shorts down far enough for me to see her most intimate of places. However, when her pubic mound came into view, I understood exactly why the old Headmaster called her a real “Pussy Cat”. Her pubic mound was shaved completely bald, and at the very top was the tattoo of a black cat looking back at me.
I zoomed the camera out to take a good look at her completely nude. I felt the cool air brush against my shaft as my cock stiffened and rose up from underneath my robe. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I lightly brushed the tip with my thumb and then slowly began stroking myself. I took it slow and easy, stroking myself gently as I watched her go about her morning routine. By the time she exited the shower, her body slick and shimmering in the bathroom light, I was nearly ready to explode. I couldn’t take much more and when she bent over in front of the camera, exposing her asshole and pussy lips completely to my eyes, I lost complete control and came in large spurts. Afterwards, satisfied from my release, I cleaned myself up and made my way to my own bath to get ready for the day.
“Good morning, Mr. Perry,” Juliet greeted me as I met her outside the conference room.
“Good morning, Juliet,” I replied, letting my eyes roam over her now fully clothed body.
“I hope you found everything you were looking for.”
“Oh, I most definitely did. Fascinating material…”
“Excuse me?” she asked with a perplexed look.
“The files, they made for fascinating reading.”
“Shall we get this show on the road?” I asked, motioning to the conference room where the 80+ staff members were awaiting my arrival.
“After you,” I said, opening the door for her.
The morning staff meeting went just as all morning staff meetings went. I introduced myself, laid out my credentials as well as some initial expectations for the pending student arrivals. At the conclusion, I promised to meet with each one of them individually and get to know them better. However… now, it was time to greet the 695 young ladies that were soon to piling into the school with their luggage and all their belongings needed for the rest of the school year.
As the staff was leaving the room, I spotted one of the younger staff members approaching me. If I remember correctly her name was Cindy, and she had just started in the fall.
“Excuse me, Headmaster Perry,” she said with a smile as she walked up with her hand extended. “I am Cindy Davenport.”
“Nice to meet you, Cindy,” I replied taking her small hand into mine.
“You grew up around here, didn’t you?” she asked.
“Yes, I did. Why do you ask?”
“You don’t remember me, do you?” she asked me with a playful smile.
“No ma’am, I can’t say that I do.”
“You used to babysit me and my sisters when we were kids.”
“Oh!” I said as memories flooded back into my brain. “I didn’t put two and two together!”
“Yep, that’s me, little Cindy Davenport! Although I am not so little anymore, am I?”
“No, that you are not. I am glad to see you here and look forward to reconnecting as the school year progresses.”
“Sounds good to me, I am staying in the West Wing of the Eastover Building. You should stop by when you have some spare time and we can… catch up.”
“Ok, I will try to do that sometime after I settle in,” I replied as she brushed past me and made her way out to join the rest of the staff in preparation of the pending onslaught of students arriving.
I couldn’t help but notice just how much she had grown, and developed. The last time I had seen her, she was bent over my knee as I gave her ample bottom a spanking for disobeying me. She was 10 then, now at almost 30, I wouldn’t mind getting my hand on her bottom once more…
January 2, 2013
It was a cold and dreary day when I took over as the Headmaster for the Irongate Private Academy. Despite the weather, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of excitement surge through me. Being the Headmaster of a private academy such as this one has been my life’s goal, and achieving that goal was a monumental achievement in and of itself. The fact that it was Irongate, made it even more thrilling for me. I could remember seeing the school at the edge of town ever since I was a young child. The ornate structures that made up the school buildings were absolutely beautiful, and the grounds located behind the imposing wrought iron gates were truly a sight to see.
When I heard the old Headmaster was finally retiring after 30+ years of service to the Academy, I decided that if I didn’t apply right then… I probably would never get the chance again. So I went through the rigorous interview process, which seemed more thorough than a background check by the US government. It felt like my life had been put through the wringer, and the waiting was excruciating. Thankfully my record at the other private institutions I worked at spoke for itself, as well as my reputation as a strict headmaster. In the end, I think it was the latter that eventually landed me the position. Now, on January 2, 2013, I was finally stepping through the gates as the new Headmaster and was ready to get straight to work.
Juliet, my new personal assistant, met me at the gate and gave me a quick tour of the grounds. She was what I would consider to be your stereotypical “school marm”, all business and no play. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun that looked almost painful to me. She wore a black business suit with matching skirt, horn rimmed glasses and there was hardly a trace of make-up on her face. Despite that, or perhaps because of it, she was still an attractive woman to behold. Her tone was curt, short and lacked any emotion whatsoever and she clutched her dayplanner to chest like she was protecting the most expensive treasure in the world, while her black heels made sharp “click-clack” sounds as we traversed the walkways.
“When am I meeting the rest of the staff, Juliet?” I asked her after a short while.
“You are scheduled to meet with them tomorrow, sir,” she replied in her business like fashion. “Here we are, sir, at your new accommodations. I trust you will find everything to your liking. If not, my business card is on the table with all the files you requested.”
“Ah, yes,” I replied with a smile. “Is there anything I should know before I start going through all of them?”
“Just that the previous headmaster has left you a package, and he suggested you look through that first.”
“Thank you, Juliet.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Perry, and welcome to Irongate Private Academy.”
My apartment was everything I expected the Headmaster’s suite to look like. Since it was fully furnished, I only had to worry about bringing in some of my smaller personal belongings, which I was expecting to arrive later in the week. Just as Juliet had said, all of the files I had requested were neatly arranged in box files on my office table. It contained all of the files on the staff as well as the dossier’s and records of the 695 students that attended the Academy. As eager as I was to get into those files, I figured I had better see to the package that was left by the previous headmaster.
I quickly tore open the package and found a set of keys accompanying a hand-written note from the man himself:
“Dear Headmaster Perry,
I am sorry that I couldn’t be there to meet with you in person, but my health just isn’t what it used to be. For the record, I am glad it was you that ended up taking my position as Headmaster. I can remember the times I would catch you trying to climb over the fence into the Academy when you were younger. Although you were up to no good, I had a feeling you would one day end up in here somehow. I hope you find the experience to be everything that you hoped for as a youth. Your record as an administrator speaks for itself, and I applaud your strict stance that you have taken in the past. Those will suit you well in your new role. With this note is a set of keys to my private office located behind the one you are standing in now (well, actual it is your private office now isn’t it). I think you will find everything you are looking for in there. Oh, and don’t let Juliet’s gruff demeanor get to you, she really is a pussy cat when you get to know her better.
I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself as I remembered the wiry old man hauling me by my ear to the front gates and tossing me out. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember how many times he had caught me, nor could I figure out how he knew I was there. He just always seemed to know and was there as soon as my feet hit the ground.
I turned the key over in my hand and glanced to the doors on opposite sides from where I stood. All-in-all there were 3 doors in the office, one that led to my private chambers, one that led into the school office, and that meant the last door was the one I needed to check out. Bouncing the key in my hand I approached the door, curious to see what the old man would keep locked up in a separate room. I unlocked and pulled the door open to find myself standing in a room filled with what looked to be a state of the art theater system and computers.
“Interesting,” I mumbled to myself as I shut the door behind me and approached the chair that was situated in the middle of the large room in front of a large screen TV. I also noted that there were 5 monitors on either side of the large screen, making a total of 11 screens in the room.
I sat down in the comfortable chair and turned towards a keyboard and monitor on the small desk next to it. Written in the old man’s hand was what I assumed was the password to the system. Next to the keyboard was a small control panel, and I flipped the “on” switch and watched as all of the screens fired up around me. On the small monitor, a prompt appeared requesting a password. I typed in the password provided and then went through the motions as it prompted me to change to a new one. Once completed a screen popped up that said, “Welcome Mr. Perry” and had a number of menu options to choose from:
1. Video System
2. Staff Folders
3. Student Folders
I perused the list and then decided I would go through them in order and started with “Video System”. No sooner had I selected that option that the 11 screens in front of me came alive with movement. The largest screen showed the entryway to the Academy, while the smaller screens picked up random areas throughout the school grounds. It seems that I had stumbled on how Headmaster Jameson was always able to catch me when I was trying to sneak in. Although, I am sure that back then it wasn’t as state-of-the-art as the system I was viewing now, but I now I could see how he always seemed to be everywhere at once.
Pulling up a list of the cameras, I scrolled to the bottom camera. What I saw literally blew my mind! There were more cameras listed on the menu than I thought possible. There was no telling how many DVRs the old man had powering this thing. My best guess was that there were well over 500 cameras on the menu. I fiddled with the system, figuring out how to maneuver through the cameras and change the big screen and smaller screens to suit. In the process of working through the system, I found a section marked “favorites” and there were clustered groups of cameras together that showed similar areas.
I scrolled through the list of favorites and chose the one marked “gym”. I’m not certain what I was expecting to find, but it definitely wasn’t what popped up on the screens. Along one side of the screens were views of the gym from various angles. The other side monitors had views of the locker room from various angles, and it looked like the entire locker room was completely covered. What surprised me though was the center, large screen, which held a central view of the communal shower room.
That dirty old man had a view of everything, and I felt myself getting turned on at the prospect of watching those cameras when classes were back in session starting tomorrow. In the meantime, though, I figured I would scroll through the rest of the cameras and see what else the old man had hidden in his “favorites” section. My eyes immediately went to a set of favorites labeled “Pussy Cat” and I remembered the note he had left me earlier concerning Juliet. I selected that set of cameras and sat back to see what unfolded.
Just as I expected, I had full view of Juliet’s private chambers. Like me, she had an apartment on the campus, a perk of her position and evidently now a perk of mine as well. I found her sitting on her couch, her hair no longer in a tight bun, but instead her long locks were flowing down over her shoulders. She had changed into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and seeing her in those made me wonder what she was like without them. I left the screen on and went out to retrieve the files she had left for me. Placing them on the table next to me, I began perusing the files, beginning with her and the rest of the staff.
I don’t know how long I was in there looking through the files, watching her out of the corner of my eye and hoping beyond hope that she would eventually disrobe. I was well into the student files when I finally caught sight of her going into her bedroom. I switched the camera to the large screen, placed the files I was working on to the side, and turned to watch her. Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be, as she crawled between the sheets and turned off the bedroom light.
At that point I realized just how tired I was myself and shut everything down to compose this entry in my journal.
Lacking inspiration these days, kind of in a blah mood. Reach out if you have any ideas. Available on chat or email.
When wife asks “What do you want for our anniversary?”
The incorrect answer is:
“A short redhead with big boobs and a wide ass.”
Especially true when the wife is a brunette.
Just another TMI Tuesday. To play along, go here…
Complete the sentences by filling in the blanks.
1. I could spend all day _people watching_ but couldn’t stand five minutes _of reality TV_ .
2. I would love to have a robot in my house to do _the dusting_ because no one else ever does.
3. The older you get the more _ornery_ you get.
4. I want to _scream_ when I _have to deal with certain people_ .
5. My appetite for _sex_ can never be satisfied.
Bonus: If I were a hoarder, I would hoard _books, books and more books_ .
My hand swung down in a wide arc as Samantha looked over her shoulder at me, anticipating the blow that was about to fall. At the last moment I shifted my swing, barely missing her pale asscheeks as I grabbed a handful of her long hair that was lying on the small of her back. Twisting it in my fist, I pulled her head back and up.
Pulling my fingers from her moist slit, I leaned down and placed my face close to hers. Bringing my juice slick fingers up to my mouth close, I stuck my tongue out and tasted her juices. Yanking back on her hair even harder, I brought her head back until she was straining slightly. There was a look of pure ecstasy in her eyes as she suffered through the pain obediently.
Pushing my mouth close to her ear, I let my tongue slide over her ear lobe softly. She shuddered and moaned as my breath blew lightly against her ear while I teased it with the tip of my tongue. Breaking contact with her ear, holding her head in place by her hair, I began to whisper softly in her ear.
“Miss Ellington,” I whispered. “Bobby had no idea what I could do if I had a mind to. Make no mistake, I know what you need and I will take everything that you have to give. When you think you have given everything you had, I will find a way to coax more from you, until you are a wanton begging whore. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she moaned through clenched teeth.
“Now,” I continued to whisper softly in her ear. “I don’t have time for games. There are answers that I need and you are holding back on me. I want you to start from the top and tell me everything you know. Hold nothing back from me because I would not be happy if I found out later that you were. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she repeated again, this time more seriously.
“Oh, and Miss Ellington,” I whispered, dropping my voice even lower. “You taste good on my tongue and I plan on enjoying you thoroughly later.”
She moaned softly as I finished whispering in her ear. As I held her by the hair, holding her head back roughly, she began talking. Just as I had asked, she held nothing back as she described the nature of her arrangement with Bobby. My eyes grew wider as I listened intently to her story of how Bobby would call on her from time-to-time to provide her “special services” all with the intent of giving him an upper hand for later negotiations.
The list of high ranking government officials, big company CEO’s, and even clergy members that rolled off her tongue astounded me. I shook my head in disbelief at the lengths he had gone through to achieve what he considered to be an “upper hand”. Truthfully, knowing the man, I don’t see why it should have surprised me. He was a sadistic bastard to the core, and as egocentric as they came, often willing to sacrifice others for his own gain both professionally and personally.
By the time she finished her tale, I realized that I had let go of my grip on her hair sometime back. Now, instead of gripping it, I was subconsciously stroking it gently. There was a look of pure joy in her eyes as I looked down on her and smiled sweetly.
“Thank you, Miss Ellington,” I said lightly as I continued to stroke her hair softly.
“Did I make you happy, sir?” she asked in a soft whisper.
“Yes, Miss Ellington,” I sighed, as I stopped caressing her hair and collapsed on the closest chair. “You did. But you also gave me more to consider.”
“I can make you happier, sir,” she said as she knelt before me.
Her soft hands pushed my knees apart further as she slid between my spread legs. I sighed as her hands moved slowly up my legs, her fingers tickling my inner thighs as they inched closer to my groin. My cock began to twitch instinctively and rise as she cupped my balls through my pants.
My mind was still in a fog after hearing all the explicit details of her story, and I was filled with a mix of emotions that ranged from pure disbelief to outrage. I considered pushing her away, but as her hands found my belt buckle I felt my resistance melt away. With all that I had seen earlier, and what had transpired in the office so far, I wanted this just as much as she did. It was more than wanting, it was a need that had welled up inside of me, and she sensed that.
I watched as her long fingers undid my buckle, button and zipper. Her hand slipped into my open pants, stroking my hard shaft through my boxers lightly. She pulled my cock upright, straightening my hard length, exposing my cockhead as it jutted through the top of my boxers. I moaned softly as she traced her finger along my exposed flesh, tickling my cockhead lightly with her gentle touch.
She pulled away from my exposed tip, grabbing both sides of my pants and boxers with her hands. Lifting myself off the chair slightly, I allowed her to pull my pants down to my ankles, exposing my hard cock to her lust filled eyes. Standing up before me, she licked her lips seductively and bent over at the waist placing both hands on my bare thighs.
My cock began to twitch excitedly as her mouth drew closer to it. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth, licking my cockhead in quick, swirling motions. The sensation was amazing as her skilled tongue slowly tickled first my cockhead, and then my entire shaft, eliciting small moans of pleasure from me all the while.
She licked the underside of my shaft slowly, tracing my thick vein from the base to the tip. Pausing at my cockhead, she pulled back slightly, pursed her lips and blew softly on my slick cock. Her mouth moved slowly, up and down my wet shaft, as she blew gently on my throbbing shaft. The result was like a soft caress of fingers along my taut, steel hard flesh.
Her hand left my leg, sliding up to grip my pulsating shaft with her long fingers. Pulling my slick cock down slightly, she parted her lips and pulled me into her hot mouth. Maintaining a firm grip with both her hand, and her mouth, she shifted her stance slightly to move to a more comfortable position.
Once situated and a little more comfortable, she continued her oral ministrations. Her hand and mouth worked in tandem, as she stroked, sucked and licked me slowly. Reaching down with my hand, I grabbed a handful of her long hair and pulled her head back slightly to look into her eyes.
There was a sense of power about the whole thing as she continued to swallow my hard shaft repeatedly while keeping her eyes locked with mine. The lust filled look in her eyes as I thrust up slightly, driving my cock further into her mouth, made me want her even more. I was more determined than ever, that I was going to have her in all ways possible. For now though, having her in this way would have to suffice.
She began to stroke me harder and faster as I continued to thrust upward with small thrusts. Her mouth worked just as quickly over my shaft, as she swallowed me down to her fist and licked the underside of my cock repeatedly.
“That’s it,” I moaned softly, clenching her head by her hair and guiding her along my throbbing cock.
Looking down her body, I could see her free hand was thrust between her legs as she toyed with her pussy and clit simultaneously. My balls felt heavy with desire to unleash its contents as the pre-cum began to ooze profusely from the tip of my cock. She moaned as she lapped up my seeping fluids, sending vibrations down my shaft as she swallowed me whole at the same time.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she brought herself to an orgasm with her fingers. Pausing, she moaned uncontrollably around my shaft as her body was wracked with bliss. After a few seconds of vibrating pleasures from her moans, she continued to stroke herself as she attacked my shaft with renewed vigor.
Gripping her hair even harder, I brought her mouth back to just the tip, looking into her eyes as the cum rushed up my shaft. If I had been standing, the force of my ejaculation would have brought me to my knees. As it was, I only grunted like an animal and repressed the overwhelming need to howl as I exploded into her hot mouth.
She swallowed every bit of my seed as I filled her mouth repeatedly with streams of cum that seemed to never end. Finally, as my climax began to subside, she once again swallowed me whole. Her long fingers and her mouth coaxed out every last drop from me, leaving me feeling both satisfied and extremely spent at the same time.
“Mmmm…” she said as she stood up before me. “You taste good on my tongue too, sir.”
I only chuckled softly to myself and took in her naked form once more. The fog that had disappeared from my mind quickly returned as I looked at Samantha in a new light. It was like I had a sudden realization about everything she had shared with me about her arrangements with Bobby. She stepped back slightly as she saw the intense look that formed on my face.
“Miss Ellington,” I said seriously, pulling up my pants as I stood up. “Who else knew about this arrangement with Mr. Chambers?”
“Only his clients,” she said with a puzzled look. “At least I think it was only his clients. Why?”
“My dear,” I said seriously. “Things just aren’t adding up regarding his death, and I think you may possibly be in some sort of danger.”
I looked at the DVD in my hand as I battled conflicting emotions. A part of me wanted to go ahead and stick it into the player right away. However, it was marked “For James…” which implied it was for my eyes only. In the end, I decided to err on the side of precaution and just play the DVD when I was back in my hotel by myself.
Stepping back into the “executive break room”, I looked back and forth between Helen and Ms. Fisk. As I rubbed my temples, I couldn’t help but feel more than a little overwhelmed by our most recent findings. In fact, just knowing that the library of DVD’s existed at all, just seemed to sap me of all my energy.
“Neither of you speak a word of this to anyone,” I said rather sternly as I looked from face-to-face for signs of agreement.
“As your lawyer, I can say that I am bound by confidentiality and nothing that has been seen will leave my lips without your approval,” Ms. Fisk replied matter-of-factly in an almost hurt tone.
“Yes, sir,” Helen said softly. “I won’t breathe a word to anyone.”
“Not even your husband, Helen.” I continued.
“Oh… definitely not my husband!” she replied, her cheeks flushing red once more with embarrassment.
Turning my back to them, I pulled the doors leading to the little closet shut. After checking to make certain they were locked tight, I turned towards my two confidants with an intense look on my face.
“I am thinking that I need to speak with Miss Samantha as well,” I said. “Helen, can you please go down and ask Samantha to come up to the office?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied obediently.
I could swear I saw a look of relief mixed with something I couldn’t quite identify flash on Helen’s face. She turned and made her way out the door to do my bidding. As soon as she left the room I turned my attention to Ms. Fisk.
“Ms. Fisk,” I began cautiously. “Are you sure you had no prior knowledge of the little room or the contents we found inside?”
“Mr. Goode!” she responded angrily. “No, I did not know about the room and the very fact that you…”
“Ok, ok, Ms. Fisk,” I said, raising my hands to calm her down as I interrupted her mid-sentence. “I just wanted to make certain. I believe you. Ok?”
“Ok, Mr. Goode,” she replied with a sigh, as she rubbed her own temples as if fighting off a headache. “What now… James?”
“So we are back to James now, huh?” I said with a smile, and was happy to see her smile in return.
“Yes, I guess so…”
“Well, for now I suggest business as usual. At least until I can find out more about the library of videos and what it means to this whole situation.” I said as I crossed the room towards the door.
“And, for today?” she asked.
“Today… well, perhaps you should go back to the office and begin looking up the possible legal ramifications of even possessing the DVD’s. I think I can handle things here for the rest of the day…” I sighed resignedly, hoping that I wasn’t biting off more than I could chew.
“Very well,” she said with a nod of her head. “I think you are right. There is definitely a need for a more thorough exploration into the legal side of things.”
Holding the door open for her, I watched as she walked by and headed to the office to pick up her laptop and briefcase. Even with all the things that had happened over the last hour, I still couldn’t help but admire her sensuality and the sway of her hips. I had a feeling that she would be a firecracker if the wrapping was ever undone, and I hoped that eventually I would be able to find out for myself.
A near breathless Helen escorted the lovely Samantha into the office 15 minutes later. Her chest was heaving slightly and I could tell from her prominent nipples that she was turned on by something. I just raised my eyes quizzically at her, and received an embarrassed look in return. Not wanting to dig too deeply and cause any more embarrassment, I motioned Samantha to take a seat.
“Thank you, Helen,” I said to the woman. “You can wait outside if you like. See about making yourself at home at the vacant desk just outside the door.”
“Ok, sir,” she said with a smile of relief and excused herself.
“Miss Ellington…” I began turning my chair towards her.
“You can just call me Samantha, Mr. Goode,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Miss Ellington,” I continued. “Can you please tell me about the ‘extra services’ you helped Mr. Chambers with?”
“Ooooo… I like a man that takes charge,” she cooed softly, blinking her eyes seductively.
“Fine,” she said as she rolled her eyes. “So, you want to know what I did for Mr. Chambers, do you?”
“Yes, please,” I said, leaning forward slightly to catch a glimpse of her long shapely legs.
“I provided a… unique… set of services for him and his clientele.”
“Such as…” I prompted waving my hand for her to continue.
“Based upon the way you are gesturing, I am just going to assume that you already know that answer. So, I will just confirm them for you. Yes, I performed sexual acts for Mr. Chambers and his clientele that were in need of… how do you say… a more dominant personality controlling them.”
“So, what you are saying is that you had sex with his clients,” I said in as equally as blunt a manner as she had.
“No… I am saying that I fucked his clients, Mr. Goode. I provided them with the appropriate amount of pain to give them the pleasure they sought. Some of them I fucked with a strap-on like they were my personal bitch, all depending upon Mr. Chambers’ instructions… of course.”
“Ahhh…” I said, leaning back in my chair and lacing my fingers behind my head. “I see now. So, while you fucked them… they never actually had sex with you.”
“Correct,” she said smugly. “I wouldn’t let those dirty old perverts fuck me no matter how hard they tried. That was part of the game for me.”
“Except for Mr. Chambers, of course,” I said with a knowing grin as her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Bobby was fucking you, right?”
“How did you know?” she asked. “Did he tell you?”
“Bobby!?” I said with a laugh. “No, Miss Ellington, he didn’t. You just did though.”
She just groaned in response, as she pulled her long hair around to the front of her body and toyed with it. Her eyes searched my face intently looking for something that she assumed was hidden beneath my exterior. I leaned forward in return, gazing at her just as intently, until she finally relented.
“What did Bobby have on you, Samantha?” I asked softly.
She blinked rapidly several times, as tears began to well up in her eyes. Once again her eyes searched mine, as if looking for a hidden agenda. Her hands fidgeted nervously with her long hair, alternating between pulling it hard and flipping it with her fingers. Finally, she sighed, and stood up before me.
I leaned back in my chair and watched in surprise as she reached behind her back with her long arms. While I watched, she unzipped the back of her dress, shrugged her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She stood before me wearing nothing more than a white lace bra and matching panties.
Stepping out into the middle of the room, she turned around letting me take in her backside. Looping her fingers into her panties, she bent at the waist and pushed them to floor. At first my eyes were drawn to her puffy pussy lips poking out from between her legs, it looked so succulent and sweet. I blinked twice and realized what it was she was showing me.
Standing up I walked around the desk and approached her. Reaching out, I traced my hands over the raised welts in the shape of a paddle on her soft ass cheeks. There were still signs of bruising and as I pushed on them, she first winced in pain and then moaned seductively. I continued to trace my fingers over her pale cheeks, stoking her bruises and welts gently.
“Let me guess,” I said softly as my fingers slid between her legs and found her puffed up sex. “You fucked his clientele because you were Bobby’s personal slave. Right?”
“Yes, sir,” she purred as my finger stroked her quickly moistening slit.
“He was a good master then?” I asked her as my finger slipped into her moist opening.
“Yes…sir,” she moaned and then looked over her shoulder. “But he said that you were better.”
“Did he now?” I asked as I raised my right hand up shoulder level ready to strike her pale ass.
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181. What’s the BEST rock band that you have seen live?
Hmmm… I have seen several rock bands live. However, I would have to say that seeing KISS live was my all-time favorite show.
182. Could you image being in a situation where you would run from the police?
I don’t have to imagine to hard! I was in a situation once as a teenager that had me running from the police after racing down the side streets of my home town. After that, I never had a problem again.
183. Have you ever been asked for an autograph?
No. Not famous enough.
184. What would you change about your living room?
185. Do you drink out of glass or plastic most of the time at home?
186. Last hug?
This morning from my son.
187. Have you ever had to make up your mind?
About every other minute.
188. What is on top of your refrigerator?
Placemats and some containers that don’t fit anywhere else.
189. Did it work out for you in terms of kids? (Meaning how did it work out & are you happy. In other words, from “Have none, wanted none” to “8 kids & 3 grandkids)
Yes, it worked out and yes, I am happy.
190. Are you afraid of the dark?
No, I absolutely love the dark.
191. What if you had three wishes – what would you wish for?
The ability to come up with 3 wishes that would be worth the effort and not wasteful.
192. Do you feel sad often?
193. Have you ever been in lust for an extended period of time?
Sure, I have been in lust for most of my natural born life.
194. Do you shower daily?
Yes, sometimes twice, depending on what I am doing.
195. Have you ever prank called someone?
As a child, yes. As an adult, no.
196. If you have a garage, is it cluttered?
No garage, so therefore no clutter.
197. You are about to die. What do you do with your worldly possessions?
Nothing, someone else can deal with them. I am dying anyway and can’t take them with me.
198. Tell us about the first time that you bought a car.
It was a car, I bought it, and then wished later that I hadn’t taken on such a large expense when I did.
199. What is your favorite type of music?
200. What’s your family like?
As crazy as I am
This week is a reblogging of the questions that were originally posted on November 23, 2010. Since I wasn’t doing this at the time, the questions are all new to me. Enjoy the questions and the answers.
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1. Have you ever shared sleeping accommodations with someone of the opposite sex without anything steamy happening?
- Yes, of course I have, and I am not referring to sharing accommodations with family members either. I have slept in the same bed with members of the opposite sex before where we both were wearing near to nothing and had nothing steamy happen. Obviously these ladies were just friends and the sleeping arrangements were more out of necessity than desire for sexual contact.
2. Have you ever streaked, flashed, or otherwise partially or totally exposed yourself in public before (or after) an informal, unofficial gathering of people?
- I would like to say no, but I am pretty sure if I did I would be a liar. I say pretty sure, because I am not 100% certain on the various things I did while under the influence of booze.
3. Have you had dates with multiple people in the same weekend (or consecutive nights or the same night) while not all of your dates were aware of your actions?
- Again, I would like to say no, but this time I know for a fact that I would be a liar. There was a time that I was attempting to juggle three relationships at one time. That was probably the trickiest of situations to be in. I did, however, have several weekends where I would either have an individual date on each night. There were also times where I would see one in the afternoon and another at night. My only saving graces were probably the facts that I didn’t carry a cell phone at the time and I was still relatively new to the area. Therefore, no one could call me when on a date and I didn’t have a problem with running into someone I knew either.
4. What is the most “romantic” you have ever gotten in a movie theater?
- Depends on how you want to define "romantic"? I can say that I have probably done everything but actually have sexual intercourse in a movie theater. Ahhh, the memories of being young and having a girlfriend either give me a handjob or oral sex in a movie theater, all while I am steadily exploring her sex and bringing her to a shuddering orgasm in the dark.
5. Have you ever had sex when you knew a non-participating adult was watching?
- Oh, most definitely! I believe I may have shared a couple of those stories in the past. If not, then I will have to get on it! But (for examples sake) there was a lady that I used to date several years ago that was staying at a "Suburban Lodge". She was separated from her then husband and was renting a room at this hotel for the time being. One night we got called back to the hotel because her sister-in-law (her husband’s sister) and friends, who for some reason happened to be staying there that night, were being too rowdy. I was pretty bent out of shape about the whole thing, but we were determined to have sex regardless of the circumstances. So, we took the bed while the four younger ladies all slept on the floor or in chairs. Even in the dim light I could see all four sets of eyes watching as I took my girlfriend on the bed, and we definitely weren’t quiet about it either. They all got an earful and an eyeful that night, but when I left to head home I was more than satisfied.
I am a huge fan of two types of music: 1) The Blues and 2) Outlaw Country. I recently subscribed to satellite radio and. I can honestly say that I am glad I did. It gives me a chance to hear music that isn’t usually played on the regular air waves. One of my favorite stations is Outlaw Country, and this morning I heard a song that I had never heard before. Being a fan of the “gritty” sounds of women such as Janis Joplin, this song immediately caught my ear. I love the sound of her voice!
The Imaginary Meme (Part 7)
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121. Have you gone rock climbing? If not, would you?
- No, I have not had the pleasure of rock climbing and no I don’t see myself doing it in the near future.
122. Do you believe in forever love in a romantic relationship?
- No, I don’t believe in "forever love". I think that love for anyone beyond your own children, is something that needs to be worked at an nurtured in order to survive.
123. As a kid did you ever sneak anyone into your house?
- Definitely! There was always something deliciously sneaky about sneaking a girl into the house without my parent’s being aware.
124. Do you personally know anyone homeless?
- Not currently, but I do know people that have been homeless in the past.
125. Do you believe in aliens?
- Not necessarily. I don’t deny the fact that there could be other life forms out there, but I don’t believe they are currently walking among us, probing our people, and taking us for science experiments.
127. What would it take for you to sell your soul to a devil?
- Nothing, I wouldn’t sell my soul to the devil for anything in the world.
128. Top or bottom?
129. Are you happy with your career?
- As happy as one can get.
130. What’s your favorite store to buy clothes? Why?
- Probably Belk, since they carry a decent selection of clothes.
131. What is your eye color?
132. Watching or playing sports?
- Prefer to watch American football, but will watch others from time-to-time. Do not play any sports anymore, but have played all the major sports at one time or other.
133. Would you have plastic surgery?
- Not unless it was to save my life.
134. Name one website that you visit daily. Why do you read it?
- WordPress is something I try to visit daily, and I like to read various blogs and authors. I read them obviously because I enjoy them.
135. Are you going on vacation this year? If so, where?
- Yes, several places, mainly the beach and to the mountains.
136. How do you align yourself politically?
137. Do you have any pets?
- Yes, a crazy dog
138. Do you believe in soul mates?
- I believe there are people with strong bonds of mutual preferences and likes. If that makes them "soul mates" then so be it.
139. What’s one trait that you hate about yourself?
- I don’t hate anything about myself.
Jared began to stir when he felt someone sit down on the side of his bed. Opening his eyes he found himself looking up into Dena’s face. Her hand was resting on his bare thigh, only inches from his crotch. His hands shot down and he sighed thankfully when his hands touched a sheet.
“Looking to see if you were covered up, huh?” Dena asked, a silly smile plastered on her face.
“You could tell, huh?” Jared asked not even bothering to stifle his yawn.
“Don’t worry, stud, I covered you up earlier.”
“You wha-a-a..” he said, his eyes shooting wide in surprise.
“I’m kidding!” she replied with laughter. “You’re so cute when you get embarrassed! Ya know?”
“Glad I could amuse you,” Jared replied sarcastically as he looked around for his roommate. “Where’s Chris?”
“Out for his morning run,” she replied with a sly grin. “Won’t be back for… oh… an hour.”
Jared wiped the sleep out of his eyes groggily and let out a loud yawn as he stretched his arms. After running his hand through his hair, he turned and looked at Dena again. Just coming out of the fog of sleep, it really hadn’t registered in his brain how she was dressed. Now, however, he was able to really take a closer look at her.
She was sitting cross-legged on his mattress next to him, her smooth legs crossed in such a way that it lifted the t-shirt up she was wearing. For the second time in just over 24 hours he had a solid glimpse of her sex. Trying not to stare directly between her legs, his let his eyes roam back up to her face.
She was wearing one of Chris’ muscle shirts that hung low in on the sides. He could clearly see the side of one of her breasts, as it swayed in time to her hand running up and down his exposed thigh. Between her light touch, and the sights he had just taken in, he couldn’t help but feel the stirring of an erection forming between his legs.
“When did you two get in?” he asked, trying to change the subject.
“I don’t know,” she replied with a shrug. “It was sometime after midnight. You must have had one helluva night, since you didn’t even stir when we were having sex.”
“Oh!” was the only thing Jared could say in response.
“Yep, I can tell you…” she said running her fingers under the sheet, inching them slowly towards his manhood, “…that I wasn’t the least bit quiet either.”
“You weren’t?” he asked in surprise as he remembered how hard she had tried to stay quiet the night before initially.
“Nope,” she said softly. “I was kinda hoping you would wake up.”
“Yep,” she replied even softer. “I wanted you to watch me.”
“Why?” he asked, as her fingers found his inner thigh.
“Tell me…” she said with a husky voice. “How far did you and… Sarah, right? Yeah, Sarah… how far did you get with her last night?”
“Well…” he began slowly, “things went well!”
“I didn’t ask how things went, you ass. I asked how far did you get with her? Did you fuck her or not?”
“Sort of…” he reluctantly admitted, not wanting to raise her ire.
“Sort of…sort of!” she nearly yelled as she rolled her eyes. “There is no such thing as ‘sort of’, either you did… or you didn’t. Which was it?”
“Fine!” he said in frustration. “I didn’t!”
“What?” she said with a surprised voice. “Did you even get to cop a feel?”
“Yes,” he sighed. “Look, it was going great. We fooled around pretty heavily, and then realized I didn’t have any protection. Ok!? Satisfied?”
“Awww…” she said with a pouty lip. “Did I strike a nerve?”
“A little bit, yes,” he said exasperated. “I guess I just never expected it to get that far.”
“So you are still a virgin then?” she asked, with that same sly grin returning to her face.
“Unless a blowjob counts,” he replied half-heartedly.
“Not quite,” she said, as her fingers traced further up his inner thigh, stopping only when she brushed against his balls. “You know, I have never been with a virgin before.”
“Guess I’m a novelty, huh?” he replied, sarcasm filling his voice again.
“Not at all,” she said softly, as she cupped his balls with her hand and began to lightly massage them. “What I am saying is…”
Her voice trailed off as she shifted her hand from caressing his balls to lightly touching his now fully erect cock. A moan escaped his lips involuntarily as she wrapped her cool hand around his steel hard rod and began pumping him softly. Pulling back the sheet, she took a good look at what she held in her hand.
“Very nice, Jared.” She said admiringly and then shifted off the bed to get a closer look at his manhood. “Let me take care of this little problem that seems to have popped up.”
Jared moaned again, a little louder, as Dena wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Now he knew how Chris must have felt as she began to slowly pull him into her willing mouth. He let out a sharp breath in surprise as she deep throated him, taking him all way down her throat. When she swallowed, he could feel her throat move around his tip, filling him with sensations he didn’t think was possible.
“Mmm…” she said as she pulled her mouth back and off his shaft. “You are nice and long, aren’t you?”
“I-I-I guess,” he stammered out, again at a loss for words when it came to situations such as this.
“I can think of a much better place for this beautiful cock of yours,” she replied, looking up into his eyes with her cheek resting on the underside of his shaft.
“Where?” he asked, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat.
Dena only giggled in response as she stood up and slid onto the bed with him. Before he could say anything else, she had straddled his waist facing him with a lust filled look on her face. She shifted up slightly, reached behind herself, grasped his hard cock and guided his cockhead to her moist opening.
She looked down on him, holding him and rubbing his cockhead up and down her moist slit. He could feel her juices coating his bulbous head as she pleasured herself with it. Suddenly she stopped, positioned him just right and then sat back, impaling herself on his hard cock.
Jared’s head began to reel as he felt the silky smoothness of her walls enclose around his throbbing cock. He had thought the blowjob from Sarah, and the deep throat from Dena, couldn’t be beaten… but he was wrong. Neither of those had prepared him for the sensations he was experiencing now.
He looked up at her in disbelief as she took him all the way inside of herself and then sat up straight. She wiggled her hips, spreading her legs a little more, allowing him to slide even deeper into her womb. There was a look of pure bliss on her face when he felt what could only be the back of her pussy pressed against his cockhead.
She just sat there, rocking back and forth, grinding herself on his hard shaft. It was an absolutely amazing sight, as she began to pinch her own nipples and moaned his name repeatedly. Her pussy walls were so velvety soft, gripping him like a glove as her juices flowed over his shaft and balls.
Placing his hands below her shirt, he pushed them upwards until he held both of her breasts in his hands. Remembering what Sarah had liked the night before, he pushed Dena’s hands aside and began tweaking her nipples softly.
“Oh fuck!” she moaned. “At least I don’t have to show you that!”
He pulled her nipples straight out and twisted them at the same time. The sounds that escaped her mouth was a pure delight. Leaning forward, she caught herself with her hands, her eyes locking with his. There was almost ferociousness about her as she began to rock back and forth on his hard shaft.
Jared wasn’t certain who was fucking who in this whole scenario as she forcefully thrust backwards on his cock repeatedly. The look of pure lust that filled her eyes every time she bottomed out on his shaft only added to the experience. He let himself go, releasing any of the inhibitions he may have been holding onto, as he released her nipples and grabbed her by the ass.
Holding her there, he began to thrust himself into her hard and fast. His hands clenching her ass cheeks hard, pulling them apart as his fingers found where the two of them were joined. Reaching down a little further, his fingers brushed her pussy where it gripped his shaft, feeling her in more ways than one as he filled her repeatedly with his hard cock.
She moaned loudly as his slick fingers left where they were joined and slid up to her anus. He pressed his finger gently against her rosebud and she began to whip her red hair around, slapping him in the face with it.
“Oh shit! Oh shit!” she moaned thrusting herself back to meet his upward thrusts.
His finger slid partway into her sphincter, penetrating her with just the tip as the two of them continued to thrust in rhythm. Moans freely escaped her mouth now, along with several choice curse words, as his finger slipped further into her back passage.
“That’s it! That’s it!” she yelled, holding herself still as his finger slipped inside to the second knuckle. “I am so fucking there!”
Dena began whimpering uncontrollably as Jared shoved his throbbing cock deep inside of her in several rapid thrusts. He felt her sphincter tighten around his finger hard at the same time her pussy clenched his shaft. A guttural sound came from deep within her as her mouth contorted into an “o” and her eyes nearly rolled back into her head.
With a loud grunt of his own, Jared lost completely control as he exploded deep inside of her. He thought he had cum a lot with Jill and then with Sarah, but those paled in comparison to this. It felt as if the top of his cock had literally exploded with the force of his ejaculation and he sent his hot seed splashing against her walls, filling her up with forceful spurts.
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” she moaned as her pussy walls spastically contracted around his shaft.
Dena collapsed against his chest, letting her head rest on his shoulder, still whimpering softly as he gently pulled his finger from her sphincter. His cockhead felt super sensitive as she continued to grasp his shaft with her pussy walls is if trying to milk his very essence from his balls. He was filled with conflicting sensations of exhaustion and a definite want to do that again… immediately.
She kissed the side of his neck gently, tracing his skin with her lips and her tongue while he held onto her. His cock was still firmly between her legs, surrounded by the warmth of her pussy while their combined juices coated his balls.
“Damn…” she whispered softly, “you’re a natural at this aren’t you?”
Jared just sighed in response, his hands caressing her ass gently. He couldn’t believe what had just happened between the two of them. Chris would absolutely kill him if he knew that he and Dena had just had sex. His mind reeled with conflicting feelings.
“Mmm…” she whispered into his ear, running the tip of her tongue gently along it. “You’re still hard, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he whispered back.
“We still have time,” she said, looking at the clock and then beginning to thrust slowly on his still hard shaft. The feeling of her stroking his sensitive cock sent sparks of electricity all over his body.
“Yes, yes we do,” he said between moans.
“Here’s what I want you to do,” she began…
“Damn, but that was hot!” Sarah exclaimed as they slid into the front seat of Jared’s Explorer.
“Who you telling?” he asked, his heart pounding with excitement. He was still rock hard and could feel his shaft literally throbbing in his pants, as he pulled out of the parking lot.
Turning onto the street, Jared nearly ran off the road when Sarah put both feet up on his dash and hiked up her skirt. Glancing down, he caught sight of her inner thighs and white panties. Even from where he was sitting he could see the wet spot that had formed on her panties.
“I’m so fucking turned on right now, that I can’t help myself,” she continued as she stroked herself over her panties in small circular motions. “I’ve never done anything like that before…”
“Never?” Jared asked incredulously. “It sure seemed like you had.”
“Hell no!” Sarah exclaimed and then moaned as her fingers found her clit through her panties. Her breathing became more rapid as she stroked her little button furiously. Through her clenched teeth she managed to say, “You had better find somewhere to pull off fast, damn it!”
Jared looked around frantically, trying to get his bearings. A few streets later everything began to look familiar to him. Shooting down a side road, he made a beeline straight towards a park the he knew was nearby and hoped that the place was empty. He could swear that his heart rate was beating more than double its normal rate and the overall feeling was making him lightheaded.
He turned into the park, thankful that there were only a few cars in the parking lot. From the looks of things, there was a group of people playing basketball on one of the lighted courts. Bypassing those cars, he drove a little further down and slammed his breaks to a halt in the darkest area he could find.
The Explorer wasn’t even completely shut off when Sarah pushed the arm rest up, turned her body to face him and thrust herself onto him. Her hands wrapping around his head and pulling him into a lust filled kiss. Jared struggled to breathe as she pressed her full lips against his and her tongue invaded his mouth.
It was quite the awkward position, as Jared struggled to move his arms. One arm was pinned beneath her and while he truly enjoyed feeling her against him… it was becoming painful. Sensing his discomfort, she shifted her body until she was straddling his waist as she shoved herself between him and the steering column.
Reaching down with one hand, she pulled the lever on the chair, causing Jared to rocket backwards into a reclining position
forcefully. He looked up at her in wonder as her hands began running all over his chest as she frantically found his buttons and began undoing them. All the while she was grinding herself on his crotch repeatedly like a woman in heat and driving him absolutely crazy with desire.
As she fumbled with his shirt buttons, Jared grasped the hem of her dress and began to push it up. His hands cupped her plump asscheeks savoring the feel of her flesh under his palms. It was a heady experience as he explored her ass with his hands, relishing the fact that she was wearing a thong and actually being able to touch her naked flesh.
Finding the top of the thong, he traced his fingers down the thin material, pulling it up as his hands traversed between her cheeks. Not sensing her resisting his touch in any way, he continued lower, until she jumped as his fingers caressed her rosebud. The caress only added to Sarah’s insistence to get his shirt off, as she grabbed both sides and just yanked to pop the remaining buttons.
As soon as his shirt was open, her hands went to work on his chest and abdomen, exploring him excitedly as her fingers slipped down to his belt buckle. He shifted slightly, removing his hands from her ass and sliding upward to let her have better access to his belt and zipper. Once situated, he reached out and grasped the hem of her dress once more and began to pull upwards.
Sarah stopped fumbling with his belt long enough to allow him to pull her dress over her head. As he watched, she reached back and undid the clasp on the bra that was holding her large, soft breasts in place. She shrugged the bra off and dropped it onto the seat with her dress, sitting up and revealing her naked chest to his eyes.
Jared was in absolute fascination with her large breasts. His eyes roamed her entire abdomen and chest as he struggled with exactly where to touch this hot vixen first. Her thick waist was more tone than he had thought possible, and the curves of her hips were enticing him as they wiggled back and forth on his crotch.
The most captivating part of her body though was how her breasts swayed in time to her grinding. They were so large and full that he couldn’t resist cupping them in his palms and hefting them gently. His thumbs instinctively found the small erect nipples at the tips of her breasts, as he brushed them lightly in exploration.
“Yes…” she moaned loudly. “Pull on them, please!”
Jared let her breasts fall from the palm of his hands as he continued exploring her areolas with his fingers and thumbs. He made small circles over her flesh, caressing her softly as his fingers inched closer and closer to her stiff nipples. A soft moan escaped from between her clenched teeth when his thumbs and index fingers clasped her sensitive nubs.
He twisted them gently, pulling them outward and listened to her moans of pleasure. As he continued pulling and twisting lightly, he alternated between paying attention to the little nubs and caressing her breasts exploratory. It was made much easier when she leaned forward slightly and finished unbuckling his belt.
Her hands worked like a wildfire over his pants, undoing his button and zipper with deft precision. She murmured in delight when his fly came open, exposing his hard shaft outlined by his boxers. His cockhead was jutting out of the top of his waistband, left exposed with all the shifting in the seat. Now it was his turn to moan as she ran her finger over the tip, tickling him softly while she moaned in delight.
Jared moved his hands around her back, pulling her down to him and upwards at the same time, until her breasts dangled just below his mouth. Lifting his head slightly, he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and sucked it lightly while running his tongue over the taut flesh. He positioned one hand to hold her breast and tweak her other nipple, while the other slid down her back to cup her ass once more.
His fingers moved down her ass crack again, parting her cheeks as he traced his way down between her legs. While she continued to stroke him through his boxers, he pushed his fingers under her panties caressing her damp pussy lips. She moaned and threw her head back, gripping his shaft tightly as his finger easily slipped into her moist depths.
For the next several minutes, he just focused on fingering her the best he could. When his fingers rubbed up against her clit, she jumped up and squealed with what could only be construed as pleasure. He learned what made her tick, as he alternated between caressing her outer lips, clit and driving his fingers into her hard and fast.
Sarah moaned loudly, as she fished Jared’s shaft out from his boxers. Her soft hand wrapped around his pulsating flesh, stroking him the best she could while he sucked on her nipples and played with her pussy. Jared couldn’t remember a more fantastic feeling, even with the intermittent stroking it was delightful to feel her hand firmly grasping his steely flesh.
Suddenly, Sarah’s moans got louder as she began to shudder. Her head whipped back and forth as her face contorted with pure bliss. Jared clamped down on her nipple with his lips, letting his teeth graze her sensitive flesh while he attacked her clit with his fingers with renewed vigor.
He was almost certain that anyone within a mile radius could hear her scream out as her senses were flooded with a climactic rush. Jared had thought her pussy was hot and wet before, but now it practically gushed her womanly fluids as he shoved his digits as far into her as he could. Her walls constricted around his fingers tightly as his hand and wrist were coated with her juices.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck!” she yelled repeatedly until her orgasm subsided.
With a moan she leaned back, disengaging his fingers from her moist canal. There was a mixture of lust and contentment on her face as she looked down at Jared. Her tongue slid out of her mouth and licked her lips provocatively, “Jared… tell me you have a condom.”
“Uhhh…” was the only thing he could respond with.
“You don’t have a condom?” she said rolling her eyes.
“I-I-I never needed one before…” he stammered out apologetically.
“Ok…” she sighed, and then slapped him hard on the chest. “Next time, you better come prepared!”
The only thing Jared heard was “next time” his eyes growing large at the realization she was proposing they not only go out again, but do the same thing again. He watched her slip off his body, and resume her position on the seat next to him and gather up her clothes. His hard cock wagged in the wind, practically begging for some attention.
“Damn! But I hate letting a good thing go to waste…” she said eyeing his twitching shaft as she pulled her dress back over her head. “I don’t usually do this, but…”
Jared let out a surprised gasp as she leaned over and placed her mouth firmly around his cockhead. His eyes rolled back in his head as her tongue danced over his cockhead tickling him as she tongued his slit. Pre-cum began to immediately ooze from the tip and she lapped it up quickly before pulling the rest of his into her throat.
She wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, just above his balls. As she stroked him hard and fast her tongue slid expertly long the underside, massaging him just right. His hand slid up her back slowly and just before he reached her head, she released his cock from her lips and said, “Don’t even think about holding my head. You are a big SOB and I don’t feel like gagging tonight.”
With that said, she resumed her oral ministrations on his throbbing manhood. Her mouth and tongue elicited sensations he had never experienced before. Between her small quick strokes and hot wet mouth, it wasn’t long before he felt the urge to cum overwhelm him.
“Sarah…” his moaned through clenched teeth as he fought to contain his explosion, “I’m going to…to…”
He couldn’t finish his sentence as he lost complete control and exploded deep into her mouth. She gulped in surprise at first and then moaned in approval as she swallowed the rest of his thick load. As he finished exploding into her mouth, she stroked him with long, hard strokes milking the last of the cum from his shaft.
Sitting up, she continued to stroke him gently and smiled warmly at him. After several seconds, she released him and straightened up her clothes. Although still rock hard Jared managed to pull his boxers and pants up while she watched him with a humorous expression on her face. Finally, he was able to bring his seat back up.
“Wow!” she sighed. “I really didn’t expect to do that tonight…”
“You!?” Jared asked in surprise, and smiled when she giggled.
“Ok…ok… I see what you mean,” she said as Jared started the car and headed out of the parking lot. “Next time though… it will have to be someplace we can move around a little more. Oh, and…”
“I know, I know… bring a condom,” Jared said smacking himself in the head at his stupidity.
“Yep,” she said as she leaned back in the seat.
They made small talk the rest of the way back to the campus, laughing about what had happened that night. He walked her to her room, where she gave him a small peck on the cheek before disappearing into her room.
Stumbling into his room, he noted that his roommate was absent and then collapsed on his back with a huge grin. Stripping out of his clothes, he slipped under the sheet naked and caressed his cock until it was hard once again. His mind replaying the nights events over and over until he fell asleep.
Turning the handle, he opened the door to find Sarah standing there. Her eyes lit up an even brighter green as she smiled at him. Jared noticed that she had pulled her black hair back into a ponytail. Her full lips were painted with a muted red lipstick, and she had just enough make-up to enhance her beauty without overpowering her natural looks.
She had changed clothes as well, and was now wearing a blue dress that fell mid-way between her ass and her knees. Jared’s eyes immediately went from her lovely face to her chest, as he took in the low-cut top that exposed quite a bit of cleavage. Swallowing the lump that formed in his throat, he looked right back up at her face in embarrassment.
“Hey there!” she beamed at him. “You ready to go?”
“Yeah, sure…” he replied, glancing back over his shoulder and receiving a thumbs up from his roommate. “Where we headed to?”
“There’s a small restaurant downtown that I have been dying to try out! It’s called Café Gealach, and serves traditional Irish faire. It is kinda out of the way, small and quiet. I thought it would be a nice place for us to go try out and get to know one another. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds good to me,” he replied, stepping out into the hallway and pulling to door shut behind him.
The ride out to the café was filled with small talk as they worked on getting to know one another a little better. At first Jared was nervous and found himself tripping over his words, but by the time he pulled into the café parking lot all the nervousness seemed to have disappeared. Not only that, she was actually laughing at what he had to say and seemed to really enjoy his company. It was completely mind boggling to him.
Café Gealach was just as she had described it, small, quaint and quiet. The inside was done up almost like an old Irish pub, complete with the wood tables and all. The two of them were showed to their table by a young redhead waitress with a bubbly personality and an overtly flirtatious nature.
The more she flirted, the more red faced Jared was getting. As soon as the bubbly waitress realized she was having an effect on him, she upped the ante and took every opportunity she could to either brush up against him or drop a innuendo when appropriate. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Sarah wasn’t laughing good-naturedly and egging the waitress on, while the girl continued to flirt with not only Jared but her as well.
One thing could be said about the pub and that was the fact that the beer was great and they kept it coming. The two of them had managed to drink 2 pitchers of beer between them by the time supper came around. The beverages were definitely having an effect on Sarah as she became more and more flirtatious with Jared as the evening continued.
Jared felt like he was doing pretty good himself. He didn’t know if he had a case of liquid courage, or if he was just growing comfortable with Sarah. Whatever was going on, it had definitely allowed him to become more relaxed. Well, he was as relaxed as he could be given the fact that every time the waitress came by she managed to brush his arm with her curvy ass.
“Loosen up, Jared,” Sarah said with a smile when Jared tightened up after the most recent brush from the waitress. “It’s ok to be attracted to her, you know?”
“Wha-a-t?” Jared replied turning red. “I’m not attracted to her.”
“Don’t be silly! She is a cute and fiery redhead,” she laughingly replied, a mischievous look forming in her eyes. “I’m not afraid to admit that even I am attracted to her.”
Jared stared bug eyed at Sarah for a moment and then downed the rest of his beer with one large gulp. He didn’t quite know how he should respond to the latest statement. Sarah just laughed and signaled for the waitress to bring another pitcher of beer for the table.
As the waitress refilled their glasses, leaning over provocatively, Sarah took the opportunity to strike up a flirtatious conversation of her own with the woman.
“So.. it’s Ginny, right?” she asked nodding to the waitress’ name tag.
“Yep,” she replied turning on a 1000 watt smile, “and you are Sarah and Jared if I heard you correctly earlier.”
“Jared and I were just talking about you.”
“Oh, you were?” she asked in a playful voice. “Do tell…”
“Well, I was telling Jared here that it was ok for him to find you attractive even though he is out on a date with me.”
“Really!?” Ginny replied raising her eyebrows in mock surprise, “He’s attracted to little ol’ me!?”
Sarah joined in on Ginny’s laughter as Jared only continued to grow even redder in the face. He knew that she didn’t mean anything bad by it, but he still wasn’t completely comfortable with the whole situation he had found himself in and this was only adding to his confusion about where he stood.
“What else were you saying?” Ginny continued, batting her eyelashes at Sarah.
“Oh, that I even I was attracted to you.”
“Hmmm… and… ?”
“…and… then I bet him that you weren’t wearing any panties under that skirt of yours. He says you are, and I told him he needed to find out for himself.”
Jared nearly choked on his beer in surprise, since that was definitely not a part of the earlier discussion they were having. His eyes grew wider when Sarah winked at him playfully and rubbed her foot up and down his leg under the table.
“Oh really!?” Ginny said looking over at Jared with a huge grin. “Give me a few minutes to finish up with the other customers and then we will talk more about this little wager of yours.”
With that she turned away, brushing her ass once more across Jared’s arm as she made her way to the other patrons. Jared turned to Sarah with a little glare of anger in his eyes, “What do you think you are doing?” he asked her.
“Like I said, you need to loosen up Jared. Have fun, will ya?” she replied as she downed another glass of beer. “The worst thing that could happen is that she refuses to play along.”
“Somehow I don’t think that will happen,” Jared replied rather stiffly.
“That is what I am hoping,” Sarah quipped right back, causing Jared to jump as her foot slid between his legs and came to rest on his crotch.
Jared was finding it extremely hard to focus, let alone talk as she kept her foot nestled between his legs. Every time she shifted her foot even the slightest bit, it caused him to jump reflexively. Each time he jumped, she just wagged her eyebrows and smiled at him knowingly.
It was after one such brush with her foot that the waitress reappeared at his side. That Cheshire like grin spreading over her face when she looked down at him, with her hip firmly pressed into his arm. He was thankful that the table kept the waitress from seeing Sarah’s foot running up and down his steadily hardening shaft.
“So…about that little wager…” Ginny purred seductively looking back and forth between Sarah and Jared.
“Yes… about the wager,” Sarah replied in an even more seductive tone than the waitress had used.
“What is the stakes?”
“Hmmm…” Sarah replied thoughtfully. “If you are wearing panties, then I will buy supper and if you aren’t… Jared will. Sound good to you, Jared?”
“Like I have a choice!” he retorted, jumping as Sarah’s toes found his cockhead.
“Jared…” Sarah said in a pouting voice.
“Ok, fine, it is a deal then. If she is wearing panties you buy the supper, if she isn’t then I will.”
“Yay!” Sarah beamed happily. “So, Ginny, which is it? Commando or not?”
“You will just have to find out for yourselves, won’t you?” she replied, licking her lips and flipping her red hair back over her shoulder. It was Sarah’s turn to nearly choke on her beer and it was obvious she hadn’t expected it to go this far.
“F-f-find out for ourselves?” Sarah stammered out in surprise.
“Of course, sweetie,” Ginny replied in a throaty voice. “After all, I should get something out of this too. You didn’t think I would just tell you, did you?”
“Of course not,” Sarah said trying to regain her composure. “It’s just with the place open and all I didn’t expect…”
“No worries, sweetie,” Ginny continued. “Right now it is just us and the bartender out here.”
Sarah and Jared both looked around and sure enough, the other patrons had already departed. Leaving just them there with Ginny and the bartender that was busy washing glasses. Jared raised his eyebrows at Sarah questioningly.
“Now, before we are joined by others…” the redhead began, and then stepped forward slightly and backed up to Jared. “Place your hand on my inner thigh.”
Jared looked at Sarah again questioningly, and after receiving a shrug in reply, he did as he was told. He placed his hand just above Ginny’s knee gently.
“Higher…” she purred.
He let his hand slide up her leg, feeling her soft flesh beneath his palm as he slid it up to the hem of her skirt.
“Yes…” she sighed, “higher…”
Jared picked up his beer with his free hand and took a long pull before continuing further up her thigh. As his hand slid further up her thigh, his arm caught on her skirt and raised it at the same time. More and more of the woman’s curvy ass came into sight as his eyes feasted on her round pale globes of flesh.
“Higher…” she moaned as his fingers found her upper thighs and she parted her legs a little further for his probing hand.
It was already obvious that the woman wasn’t wearing any panties as he took in her bare ass, but the more she urged him on… the higher he went. Finally his fingers found the center of her legs. He brushed his finger gently against her sex, feeling her soft pubic hair caressing his fingers in return.
“That’s it…” she moaned softly, “… a little higher…”
Jared’s probing fingers found her moist pussy lips, brushing against them as he explored her sex from beneath her skirt. He continued to touch and caress the woman, as the liquid courage caught fire in him. Without a thought in the world, he let his finger slip into her moist canal to the first knuckle. He wiggled it softly, savoring the feel of her as she practically sucked his digit into her pussy.
Ginny moaned softly again and then pulled away from Jared’s probing hand. It left him wanting more and Sarah knew it, especially the way he had grown even harder under her foot. He glanced her way and there was no mistaking the look of lust that was evident in her expression.
“Your turn, sweetie,” Ginny purred to Sarah.
Jared just expected that Ginny would do the same thing with Sarah that she had done with him, and from the look in Sarah’s face so did she. But when Ginny approached Sarah it was obvious that she had other plans in mind. The woman had Sarah pull her chair out from table, and Jared immediately felt a pang of loss when Sarah removed her foot from his crotch to accommodate Ginny’s request.
Ginny positioned herself between Sarah and the table, once Sarah was far enough back to give her the room she needed. Jared looked over at the bartender, who just looked over, smiled and shook his head in amusement. Leaning over the table in front of Sarah, Ginny winked at Jared and then looked over her shoulder at Sarah.
“Ok, sweetie,” she said in a throaty voice. “Your turn…now be a good girl and lean forward some, will you?”
Sarah did as she was asked, leaning closer to the redheads curvy behind. She tentatively placed her both hands on the woman’s legs, just under her skirt. Jared scooted his chair around slightly, craning his neck to see what was going to happen next.
“Very good, Sarah,” Ginny said. “Now… you know what to do next… get all the confirmation you need for the little wager of yours.”
Sarah looked at Jared wide eyed and then back at the redhead’s ass inches from her face. They both heard Ginny let out a frustrated groan as she pushed her ass back towards Sarah expectantly. Sarah blinked rapidly and then began pushing the other woman’s skirt up higher revealing her bare backside inch by inch.
Finally, Ginny’s skirt was up around her waist as she stood there with her pale ass jutting towards Sarah’s face. “Do it, Sarah… quickly… before another customer comes in…” she moaned over her shoulder in a pleading voice.
Sarah ran both hands up the other woman’s thighs, caressing her softly as she reached the pinnacle and lightly brushed against her exposed pussy lips. Ginny moaned a low moan, urging Sarah to lick her just once for good measure.
Jared had never been more turned on before in his life as Sarah leaned forward and ran her tongue across Ginny’s pussy lips. He watched in fascination as Ginny shuddered uncontrollably when the tip of Sarah’s tongue penetrated her slightly and probed her sweet canal. Both women moaned as Sarah really began to get into it, letting her tongue slide deeper into the other woman’s pussy and lapping up her sweet nectar.
No sooner had it begun, than it was brought to abrupt halt by the sound of the bell on the outside door chiming. Ginny quickly righted herself and stepped away from the table just as a family of four entered the dining area. She covered her mouth as if trying to recover from a sneeze as she regained her composure.
“Now then, I assume you get this?” she asked as she handed him the check, and then abruptly stepped away to greet the new patrons as if nothing untoward had been happening.
“Holy shit!” Sarah said softly. “Hurry up and pay the tab!”
Jared looked at the bill and pulled out enough cash to cover the cost plus an ample tip for Ginny. As soon as the money hit the table, Sarah grabbed him by the hand and pulled him towards the door. “Keep the change,” she said with a small laugh as they passed Ginny.
“Come back anytime you two!” Ginny called out. “Oh… and Jared…”
Jared paused and looked at the waitress just before Sarah pulled him through the door. A huge grin split her face as she said, “…you’re welcome!”
I have spent the past three days at an amusement park, and I have to say that while it was definitely enjoyable it was most definitely tiring. It seems that I am not as young as I used to be, yet I keep trying to act like I am. When night rolls around, I find myself wondering what in the world I was thinking at the time.
One thing can be said about theme parks, and that is the fact that I absolutely love the summertime attire of the women that were there. It is a voyeur’s dream come true, when you are surrounded by women wearing bikini tops all day long. However, I especially like those that wear the t-shirts with the huge openings for their sleeves and nothing but a bikini top on underneath them.
I have found that the women that do not openly walk around in bikini tops have more revealing under their shirts. Usually these women are more… developed… up top, and don’t want to walk around all day with their large breasts spilling out everywhere. I can definitely respect that, and from my vantage point, when they adjust the tops… exquisite!
One thing I also found out is that my youngest son is more and more interested in the “why’s” of things this summer. For example, we were standing in line at a water ride behind a fairly attractive young lady wearing nothing but a bikini top and white shorts. At first I paid her no more mind than I did any other young lady at the park, with a cursory glance at her “ass”-ets.
However, when my son began tugging at my shirt and pointing in her direction, I had to give her a closer look. She had fair sized, perky little breasts, and was soaked from head to toe from having come off another ride. As the wind blew across the landing, the cool breeze resulted in the natural response of her nipples hardening. At which point, it became painfully obvious that she had hoop rings in both nipples.
That was what had gotten my son’s attention as he pointed frantically at her stiff nipples and protruding nipple rings. His voice ringing out loudly for anyone in earshot to hear:
“Daddy,” he asked curiously, “What are those?”
Trying to be as nonchalant as possible and feigning ignorance, I leaned in and replied, “What are what, son?”
“Those!” he said even louder gesturing to the young ladies breasts. “What are those circles?”
At which point the girl turned a shade of red that I didn’t think was even possible as every eye in the line turned towards her to see what the big deal was. The sounds of chuckles coming from the other fathers in the line could be heard, as the girl tried to cover up the attention getters on her chest. I just mouthed a silent, “I’m sorry” to her and knelt down to my son’s level.
“Well, you know how your mom wears earrings?” I asked him.
“Yep,” came his youthful reply,
“That is what those are…”
“But..but…” came the interruption I should have expected. “Those aren’t her ears!”
I glanced up at the girl, who now had her perky breasts cupped in the palm of her hands. The resulting effort to cover them up caused her flesh to spill out around the sides of her bikini top. I could respond in the only way I knew how…”No, son, those are definitely not her ears.”
At which point we were saved by the line moving and we climbed onto the ride…
To play along, go here…
1. Summer is a time to escape, kick back and chill. What is your favourite way to relax when the warm weather hits?
-We tend to take in a lot of time at the pool, amusement parks and the beach as a family. I also like to spend my time hiking and camping when I can.
2. Have you ever been to a drive-in movie theatre? My first date was to a drive-in movie, what is your best memory of these classic outdoor theatres?
-Yes, but it has been many a year since I have been to one. I was young when the drive-in movie theaters were still popular, but I can remember those scratchy speakers that either hung from the windows (or were right outside the windows). It was fun, but I was too young to really enjoy the novelty of parking at a drive-in theater.
3. Have you ever had a summer fling? How did it develop and why did it end?
-Yes, I have definitely had a summer fling. As to how it developed… well, I guess it developed as all summer flings do. I used to live in a town that bordered a popular beach and people would often come in to spend the summer there. Naturally, being a young man at the time, I would often find and hang out with the people that were there for the summer. One thing would lead to another, and you had yourself a "summer fling" that ended when the family went back home for the regular school year.
4. Board shorts and bikinis leave something to the imagination, but have you ever tried a nude beach?
-Not a nude beach, since they are difficult to really find. I have been naked on private beaches, but that was usually because the beach was backed up by a person’s private property. I have, however, been to topless beaches in Europe a number of times. That was both quite enjoyable, and sometimes not enjoyable, depending upon who was on the beach at the time!
5. What are your thoughts on the Speedo and the Wicked Weasel?
Speedo, Wicked Weasel bikini and mesh one-piece.
-Easy one! As with all things, there are those that should and should not wear those types of suits. Honestly, I am more partial to the standard bikini’s and swimsuits on women. I like to have some things left for me to imagine! I do, however, like the mesh one-piece!
6. The warm weather is a great opportunity to “get busy” outdoors? Have you ever? Tell us about it.
-See previous posts of mine. Obviously I like to "get busy" wherever and whenever I can. But, I truly enjoy having sex in an outdoor setting. It is definitely more thrilling.
7. Sunrise or sunset? Which is your summer favourite?
-Sunset, most definitely!
8. What is the one summer delight that really quenches your thirst? How about your lust?
-Quenches my thirst… hmmm… there was a time that I could rattle off a list of adult beverages that satisfied my thirsts. But, these days, I would have to go with snow cones and icees! That is what you get when you swear off booze and have children under foot at all times. As for lust… well… let’s just say that I love to watch and seeing women in various states of undress definitely revs my lust up to a higher level.
Bonus: Summer is the time to participate in outdoor activities. Where would you most like to have sex :
– on the beach?
– at a picnic?
-Can I just give a resounding "YES" to all the above? I do like picnic’s and camping more though. Sand has an awful habit of getting into places you don’t want it to be. Usually when I have had sex on the beach it was out in the water, and not on the sand itself.
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The universal oops
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The Universal Oops
(exactly 500 words)
Phillip didn’t really know what to expect when it came to his birthday this year. His outlook on birthdays over the last several years had been one of disinterest at best. After all, over the course of the last 38 years, he could count on one hand the number of “happy” birthdays he could remember. Now, he was just content to still be alive when his next birthday rolled around. At least, that is how it had been up until he met Cheryl.
Since she had come into his life, he was trying a new outlook on life, and this included how he viewed his birthday. That is why he finally relented and agreed to let her throw him a party, which resulted in him being apprehensive all day long. He had been fidgety and nervous all day at work, wondering what exactly she had in store for him. He was so fidgety that he was almost terrified of what to expect.
He went upstairs and climbed into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over his body. It felt so good against his sore muscles. The tenseness in his muscles just seemed to disappear as the massaging shower head beat down streams of water over them. It was absolutely divine.
Climbing out of the shower, he toweled off his hair and made his way down to the kitchen. A long time back it became a part of his routine to just let himself air dry. There was something to be said about being “au natural” in the comfort of his home. He sat on his barstool and poured himself a glass of milk, still wondering at what Cheryl had in store for him.
He heard his clock chime 6 o’clock and figured he had best be getting ready. Cheryl was supposed to be there at 6, but he had learned through trial and error that she was always late. Smiling, he made his way to the basement to get his clothes out of the dryer. He reached the bottom landing, flipped on the light switch…
Came the screams of a room full of people. Then came the open mouths, followed by some of the guests laughter. There Philip stood, on his birthday and wearing his birthday suit. How ironic can you get?