Keyana badly wanted to know how the date between her two friends went. She had known Isabella for years and she had known Jackson for a while. At one point, she thought about dating Jackson but it just hadn’t been the right circumstances. Actually, to be honest, the real reason she couldn’t get into Jackson was that he wasn’t a good kisser. For Keyana, everything was about kissing. It didn’t even have to be French kissing, just kissing in general. It was the best part of sex for her. Hell, she would be just as happy making out with a guy as she would if she got to have sex with him. She would even be happy just making out for the rest of her life. Most guys wanted more than that though and she was willing to go further, but if a guy wasn’t a good kisser, that was as far as it was going to go for her.

But she knew that Isabella wasn’t into kissing the same way Keyana was so it might work out between the two of them. Jackson was a nice guy overall. So there Keyana sat on a Thursday, waiting anxiously to hear how the date went. It felt like weeks since the blind date she had set up but it was barely more than a day.

Finally her phone rang. She saw on the caller ID that it was Isabella. Finally! “How did it go?”

“Well hello, Keyana. How are you?” Isabella asked pointedly. Keyana realized that she was probably being rude by not beginning with pleasantries but she didn’t care.

“Yes, hello. I’m fine. How was your date?”

“One track mind,” Isabella muttered. “It was all right.”

“All right?”

“Yeah, all right.”

Keyana didn’t know what to say. Usually dates were excellent or they sucked. ‘All right’ just wasn’t a good enough response.

“I see why you won’t date him.”

“What do you mean?” Isabella knew that kissing was Keyana’s favorite thing but Keyana hadn’t told her friend that it was the reason she wouldn’t date Jackson.

“Don’t play dumb with me. You’ve been my friend for too long for that.” Her words were harsh but her tone was light. “He isn’t a very good kisser.”

“Ah, no,” Keyana admitted. “You caught me. He’s a really good guy though!”

“I’m sure,” Isabella said.

“Besides, just because he isn’t a great kisser doesn’t mean you can’t date him.”

“I know,” Isabella said. “It’s not the kissing. I just don’t know that I feel the right kind of connection with him.”

“That’s too bad,” Keyana replied. “I was hopeful for you.”

“Obviously,” Keyana could hear the eye roll, “otherwise you wouldn’t have set us up on a date.”

“Touche,” Keyana replied. “Well I am really sorry it isn’t working out. Please let him down easy.”

“I will,” Isabella replied. “I think the big thing for me is I’m really into this other guy.”

“Who!?” Keyana was shocked. She didn’t know Isabella had anyone else in her life.

“His name is Holt.” Keyana listened as Isabella filled her in on the surprise date she had had with Holt. “I kind of left him hanging,” she admitted. “Well, he left me hanging but only because I practically ran out on him. I just needed to get ready for my date with Jackson. I would have canceled the date, but I thought that would be worse.”

“You’re probably right. Keep me posted on this Holt guy. He sounds nice.”

“Yeah, I’m excited,” Isabella said.

“So…” Keyana changed the subject. “I have a date tonight.”

“Oh?” Isabella’s tone brightened. “That’s exciting. Who’s the lucky guy?”

“His name is Leo Lasko. I met him at a bar the other night. He seemed really into me.”

“Awesome!” Isabella said. “Maybe we can double date sometime.”

“Maybe!” Keyana said with a spark of excitement. “But let’s see if this guy can get through a first date with me.”

“You haven’t kissed yet, have you?”

“Nope.”

“Tonight?”

“I hope so,” Keyana said.

“All right, well, I’ll let you go. Talk to you soon!” The women got off the phone and Keyana went about her day, feeling a little lighter than before the phone call. Even though she was disappointed that Isabella and Jackson hadn’t hit it off, she was happy for her friend that she seemed to be hitting it off with this other guy. Keyana was a little wary when Isabella had admitted he had once been her therapist, but Keyana knew to keep her mouth shut. She wouldn’t change Isabella’s mind so easily. Besides, she had her own evening to focus on now.

Leo had danced with Keyana at the bar almost a week ago. At the end of the night, he had asked her if she would join him for dinner. At the time, Thursday had seemed like a lifetime away but here it was, just a couple hours away. She made sure to get herself all ready to go. She shaved her legs, just in case, and made sure she brushed her teeth again. She had declined Leo’s offer to meet at her place and instead grabbed her purse to head down to the restaurant he had picked. He had promised he would text her the location by Wednesday and he had been true to his word. That was a good sign.

Tonight, Keyara was wearing a dress that was short in the front and slightly longer in the back. It was light blue, like her eyes and complemented her tan skin tone nicely. She had put on two inch heels, not too high, that were silver. She wore all silver jewelry with big hoops in her ears and bangles on her wrists. She pulled her blonde hair back into a twist and pinned it up. It was an elegant looking hairstyle that took deceptively little time to do.

The restaurant Leo had sent her to was one she was familiar with but hadn’t really been to. It was called P.F. Chang’s and she recognized that it wasn’t a terribly cheap restaurant. Things were looking up for this date! She arrived five minutes early and was pleasantly surprised to find Leo waiting for her. “You’re early,” he said with a smile. They hugged and he kissed the hollow right behind her ear. A shudder of delight went through her.

“So are you,” she murmured.

“I always try to be.” He pulled back and smiled at her. “Our table isn’t quite ready yet. Would you like to wait at the bar?”

“Sure,” she said. They wandered over to the bar and she watched as he motioned to the host where they were going. He took her hand as they walked to the bar and she felt a tingle go through her.

They smiled at each other awkwardly. It was odd to be on a date with someone she didn’t really know well at all, but that was the point, she supposed. They ordered drinks and he let her sit on the only open bar stool. She was happy with his decisions. He was really sweetheart.

“How was your day?” he asked as though they had known each other forever.

“It was good,” she replied. “You?” They made small talk while they waited for their table and then the host called his name.

“That’s us,” he said and they left the bar and headed for their table. When they were seated, they started discussing food. P. F. Changs was family style so it made the most sense for them to agree on two dishes so they could share them. They were able to agree seamlessly and the ordered.

They continued to small talk over their drinks and before Keyara knew it, their food was arriving. They shared their food until most of it was gone and then both of them were full. They declined dessert but accepted a box for the leftovers. Leo offered to let Keyara take them home and she gratefully accepted. They decided to walk a while in the city instead of grabbing a cab or getting on a the subway.

He offered her his free arm (the other one was carrying the food) and she gratefully accepted. The night was cool but otherwise nice. After a little while in the evening air, she got cold and he gave her his jacket. It wasn’t that heavy but it was enough to keep the chill off of her.

“Would you like to come up?” she asked as they finally approached her apartment.

“Sure,” he said and she saw the smile in his eyes.

They took the elevator to her floor and he waited patiently while she fumbled with her keys. Why was she suddenly so nervous? She let him into the apartment and set her stuff down on the table inside the door.

“Can I put this in the fridge for you?” he asked.

“That would be nice, thank you,” she replied. He did and she joined him in the kitchen.

“Can I get you something to drink?” she offered.

“Wine?”

“Sure,” he said.”

“White okay?”

“Yes, fine,” he said and she poured two glasses.

They sat at the bar in the kitchen sipping wine. “This is a nice place,” he remarked looking around. Keyana surveyed her own space and she had to admit she agreed. It was nice looking. She kept it neat and tidy. She made sure to wipe down the counters often and she resisted the urge to let the bar they were sitting at get cluttered with stuff. She was careful to sort her mail as it arrived and dispose of junk. She made sure the dishes were done nightly. Living alone, it would be easy to let that stuff go but she refused to live in filth. She had a knack for designing things, and as a Kindergarten teacher, she was able to put her modest art skills to good use in her apartment. Her walls were decorated nicely and her furniture arranged just so.

“Thank you,” she replied. And then it happened. The kiss. Their first real kiss.

It was electric. Their lips touched and the electricity went right down to her toes. They were at just the right angle that they could breathe and not be hitting noses.She parted her lips and he seamlessly inserted his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues tangled in her mouth. He pulled his tongue out and then nibbled on her bottom lip as they pulled apart. He pulled on her lip just lightly enough that it didn’t hurt and she felt herself melt against him. They kissed again and this time there was less tongue and more heat. They were in sync with their movements and both of their breathing increased to a rapid pace. They broke their kisses after a few minutes stood, inches apart, breathing hard.

“Wow,” he said.

“That was intense,” she replied.

“You can say that again,” he murmured and then he was kissing her again. His lips hot on hers, her hands wrapped around his back. His hands felt tentative as they moved up her back. There was no way for him to get into under her skirt without a lot of movement so she felt comfortable with where they were.

He broke their kiss and kissed behind her ear. Then he moved down her throat and even nibbled on her collar bone.

“Ohhh,” she groaned. He kept nibbling and kissing and lightly licking and she would have been a puddle on the floor if it hadn’t been for him holding her up.

He worked his way back up and where he had left a trail of his kisses, she felt cold in the cool air. She wanted him to kiss her there again, but instead his mouth was on hers and she was no longer worried about the cool air on her damp skin. She moved her hands up to wrap around his neck and his hands were wrapped around her body. They were so close, a piece of paper wouldn’t fit between them. “Oh my god,” he said.

“That was amazing,” she panted. How could it get any better than this?

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It was a cold April day and Jackson Judemann had a date. He wasn’t sure he really felt like going. It had been a long day and he didn’t really want to go out. He was a journalist and he had been out covering stories and conducting interviews all day. The last thing he wanted to do was go meet a girl he probably wouldn’t like in a bar. Their mutual friend, Keyara had set them up. He had known Keyara a while and had always had a mild crush on her. She was single at the moment so he wasn’t sure why she had set him up on this date with Isabella, but whatever. They hadn’t ever really dated before, but they had made out once or twice when they had been drunk.

He sat down on his living room couch, closed his eyes, and wondered why Keyara hadn’t just given him Isabella’s number. Instead she had arranged this date. He took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and got up off the couch. Since had been conducting interviews, he was all dressed to meet someone so there wasn’t much for him to do to get ready. He puttered around the apartment a bit though because he knew he would fall asleep if he stayed on his couch much longer.

Jackson kept his apartment abnormally neat and tidy and he didn’t have a lot to do. He looked at the clock and realized that he still had half an hour before he would need to leave. That wasn’t nearly enough time to get involved in anything. It wasn’t enough time to watch a TV show. But it was enough time to jack off. Jackson’s favorite thing to do to pass the time was jacking off. There were times when he honestly believed that he liked jacking off better than a girl going down on him or even having sex with a girl. He couldn’t figure out why, except maybe because he knew what he liked and a girl just didn’t. He had tried teaching girls to jack him off like he did himself but it never ended up well so he had stopped bothering.

He unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks and dropped them to his ankles. He really didn’t need them to be off all the way so he didn’t bother to remove his shoes. He leaned back on the couch and wrapped one hand around his cock. He groaned involuntarily at the feeling. It truly was his favorite thing.

He began to stroke softly and gently. He grabbed some lotion from the side table drawer and used it to lubricate his hand. Then he slid his hand up and down on his rapidly hardening cock. With the lotion, he was able to slide easily on his dick. He was average sized, about 5 inches. Not too large, not too small. He stroked slowly, relishing in the feeling of his own hand. When he started to feel like he was really rock solid, he quickened his pace. He was moving rapidly now up and down, squeezing at just the right place and releasing when it was time.

He had to stop and add some lotion after a bit but then he was right back to it. He did this often enough that his arm was strong and he had no trouble moving up and down quickly without stopping. That was probably his biggest complaint about girls. They were done too quickly. They would have to change positions or change activities before he was ready. Plus, a girl couldn’t tell how close he was. There was nothing more frustrating than being so close to orgasm and not being able to get off. It was just one more reason why he preferred to do it himself.

Jackson could feel his orgasm boiling up from his balls and he groaned as he felt the first spurt of cum. He moved upward on his cock like he was helping the cum exit his body and then stilled his hand. He was so sensitive right now that he couldn’t handle stroking like he had been but he desperately wanted to be. As soon as he felt he could, he stroked down and back up, but he paused again at the tip. He repeated this process a few more times until he felt that he had no more cum to expel.

Then he grabbed a tissue from the box next to him and got himself cleaned up. He had pushed his shirt out of the way before he had gotten started so he was able to clean up completely and put his clothes back on so he could leave for his date.

He took a cab to the restaurant they had agreed to meet at and he arrived ten minutes early. Perfect. He checked in with the hostess and found that he was the first to arrive. He found a chair to sit in to wait in the lobby of the restaurant and busied himself on his phone playing games. Then the most beautiful woman he had ever seen walked into the restaurant alone. He grinned. That must be her! Jackson was tall, 6’1” and this woman would almost match his height from what he could see of her compared to the hostess. Yet she still wore heels. Confident. Her hair was pulled back into a bun. She was talking animatedly and the motion of her hands was swaying her hips. He felt his cock twitch at the sight. And then his thoughts were interrupted.

“Hi! You must be Jackson. You’re just as Keyara described!” It wasn’t the tall beauty at the hostess stand talking to him. It was a tall-ish girl who had large hips and big breasts looking down at him.

He was so thrown off, he didn’t respond for a long moment. Then he got hold of himself and said, “I am, are you Isabella?”

“I am!” she said brightly and he couldn’t help but smile at her. She wasn’t the most beautiful woman he had ever seen but there was something about her. It wasn’t necessarily a beautiful something but it was definitely an intriguing something. He stood and shook her hand. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Keyara has told me so much about you!”

Funny, he thought, Keyara hadn’t mentioned Isabella to him at all until she set them up on this date. Even then, Keyara hadn’t had much to say about the other woman. He hadn’t been expecting more information but he was thrown off by the fact that Keyara had clearly given Isabella more information about him than she had about Isabella. He was starting to recover himself though and he replied, “I hope it was all good.”

“Yes, all good, don’t worry.” She giggled and he smiled at her. He couldn’t help it. She was so cheerful.

“Would you like to go sit down?” he asked.

“Sure!” she said and they walked together to the hostess stand. The hostess smiled and sat them immediately. Jackson had made sure he had a good reservation so he could feel like he was impressing Isabella. He wasn’t sure how much of a difference it made for him to have a reservation, but he wasn’t taking any chances.

They were shown to a booth in the back of the restaurant. It was very private. Perfect for a first date, especially a blind date where they really needed to get to know each other. They sat across from each other and looked at their menus. He couldn’t help but think it was awkward that they weren’t really talking now. But they did need to look at their menus so maybe it wasn’t as awkward as it seemed to him.

The waitress came over and they ordered drinks. A few minutes later they ordered food, and then there was the time in between that they needed to fill with small talk. They were pretty successful at it. They talked about work and the weather. Nothing too serious. He found himself surprised that he was having a good time with her. After they finished dinner, she surprised him by sliding over into his side of the booth.

“I hope you don’t mind if I’m too forward,” she whispered in his ear. “I’m just so curious about you.” She winked at him and then she reached over and slipped her hand onto his crotch. She applied enough pressure that he knew she could feel his cock beneath his trousers. Damn!

“Oh!” he said in surprise.

“Shhh,” she scolded with a wink.

“Well you took me by surprise,” he whispered in her ear and then he nibbled lightly on her earlobe. It was somewhat more obvious than what she was doing under the table, but it was more publicly acceptable. Plus they were so far in the back of the restaurant, the only person who could see them was the waitress and she would have to come close to their table to see what was going on. He knew that there was a fairly significant risk of that though, since they had finished their meal and would either want dessert or the check. It seemed like she had the check in mind so they could fool around, but maybe she was happy just fooling around at the table.

She giggled at him and whispered, “That tickles,” when he began to nibble on her neck.

“Sorry,” he whispered back but he nipped at her again anyway just to hear her giggle more. He was starting to lose his focus though because she was underneath his pants now. She had managed to get the zipper down and the button undone with one hand and she had now guided his cock out of the opening. She was stroking him gently and he could barely keep his composure. “Wow,” he whispered. She didn’t respond but she began to stroke a little faster and he found it hard not to buck his hips in response.

She wasn’t bad, really. He still preferred him own hand to hers, but she was doing a good job. He knew that if she kept it up, he was going to cum right here at the table. He wasn’t sure that was a good idea.

“Isabella,” he hissed, “you need to stop or you’re going to have a mess on your hands.” Literally.

“I don’t care,” she whispered in his ear.” He felt his cock spasm at her words. She really didn’t mind having his cum all over her hand right here in a restaurant. He didn’t say another word. If she wanted to deal with the mess, who was he to tell her no?

He continued nipping her neck and earlobe while she jerked him off. He knew that it wouldn’t be long, but she had had fair warning.

“I’m going to cum,” he whispered and he felt her pace quicken. Apparently that was her goal! She stroked him and he bit his lip, trying to contain his grunts of pleasure. He wanted to cum so badly but suddenly he worried that the waitress was going to come over right then. He had involuntarily closed his eyes, trying to contain himself, but he opened them now so he could make sure no one was coming. To his relief, he couldn’t see their waitress. Maybe she was on break or something, but whatever the reason, no one approached their table.

He felt his orgasm build and then break and he was at the point of no return. Even if she stopped stroking now, his orgasm would be ruined but he would cum anyway. He silently hoped that nothing would get her to stop at that point and then he felt the first wave of cum release. He wasn’t sure how far he shot but he knew that he was drenching her hand at least.

For her part, she caught as much of his cum as she could. She brought her hand up from under the table and began to lick his cum off of it. He groaned quietly at the sight. It was hot to watch her licking his cum off her hand. “Wow,” he whispered and she grinned at him and kept licking. Then she kissed him and he knew that his cum was still in her mouth as she did.

At first, he was repulsed by the idea but then it became suddenly very attractive to him. He opened his mouth to admit her tongue and she pressed cum into his mouth on her tongue. Their tongues danced until she pulled back, breaking the kiss. “Thank you,” he said, not sure if that was appropriate or not.

“You’re welcome,” she said and she slipped around to the other side of the booth.

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Isabella Isaacs was sitting on a city bench next to her former therapist, trying to figure out how to get him to sleep with her. Maybe she needed to go back to therapy. Oy. What was wrong with her? Oh yeah, she had a massive fetish for being immobilized. Her former therapist, Holt Holland had tried to “help” her with it, despite his assurances that her fetish was perfectly fine and there was nothing wrong with her. She had had other issues that were significant, so they had dealt with that and eventually she had stopped seeing him. But here they were, randomly meeting on a bench in the middle of New York City. Maybe it was meant to be.

He kept looking at her shoes. She was wearing 4 inch heels in the city, though. So she guessed that wasn’t a totally unnatural thing to do. The heels were the reason she sat down on the bench in the first place. Otherwise she wouldn’t have bothered to sit and rest on her walk home. This morning, the heels had seemed like a good idea. It was one of the first warm days of Spring and the short skirt and hot heels seemed natural. Being the first time she had worn high heels for the season, she wasn’t used to them yet. She should know better.

“How have you been?” she asked Holt.

“Oh just fine,” he replied.

“Are you still a practicing hynotherapist?”

“Yes. Things are going very well, actually. I’m hiring another office staff member.”

“That’s wonderful. I happen to be looking for a job,” she said. She wasn’t really looking for a job. Why did she say that? She realized with a start that she had a crush on Holt. Had she always had a crush on him or was it just a recent thing? She had no idea.

“Oh really?” he said. “Hm.” He appeared to be chewing over the idea of hiring her, or maybe just chewing over the idea of interviewing her for the position.

“Yeah, well, maybe,” she back peddled. “I mean, if the right job comes along.” The truth was that she wasn’t particularly happy at her current job but she wasn’t actively seeking a new job either.

“You should consider applying with me,” he said and their eyes met and held.

“Okay, maybe I will.”

“Mmm,” he said noncommittally and she realized he was leaning in to kiss her. Her stomach turned with excitement and she could feel her heart pounding. Was it possible that he could hear her heart beating? She certainly felt like it was loud enough. She leaned in and felt an electric jolt as their lips met. It wasn’t actual static electricity, but it certainly felt like it. She melted into the kiss, but it wasn’t as hot as she thought it would be. Their noses bumped and their teeth touched. He opened her lips and he closed his at the same time. She hoped that he would be better in other areas of the bedroom. When they broke their kiss, he pulled back and looked at her. He had an expression of horror on his face. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”

She smiled and he visibly relaxed. “It’s okay.”

“It’s just you’re a—you’re a former patient…”

“I know, it’s okay. This has nothing to do with me being your patient a million years ago.”

“Right, okay.” He looked like he was trying to make up his mind as to whether or not it really was okay for him to do this. Even though their kiss was awkward, she wanted to explore more. She wanted to know if they could have a thing.

Isabella really wasn’t sure that they could have a thing, but she really wanted to find out.

“Do you want to…” she stopped herself. Could she really ask him that? But she felt like she had to. “Do you want to go somewhere?”

“Somewhere not on this park bench?”

“Yeah,” she said.

“Sure, what did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know…” she let her voice trail off. The only thing she could think of was that they could go back to her place, but that was really inappropriate. Really, really inappropriate. Right? She couldn’t ask him to go back to her place, could she? But what else could she ask him? A coffee house? A diner? Ugh.

He looked like he was having the same internal war she was but his decision wasn’t obvious on his face. “What if we go back to my place?” he asked.

She giggled and sighed with relief. “I was going to suggest we go back to my place, but I didn’t want to be too forward.”

His face split in a grin. “Your place is fine, too.”

“My place it is then,” she stood, hiding a wince as her feet protested the heels she was wearing. Within a few minutes, they were at her door and he was standing there nervously shifting from foot to foot behind her as she unlocked it. She pushed the door open and they stepped inside. “Welcome to my home,” she said standing aside.

“This is nice,” he said. Nice, a very typical guy term.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” she said. She had always wanted her apartment to be more. More cozy, more welcoming, more clean. But she kept up with things so that it was a nice enough place to live. She had no qualms about having Holt come to her place without any warning. That was definitely a plus.

“What did you want to do?” he asked her and she blushed a deep shade of red.

“I think you know the answer to that question.”

“So, you’re still into…”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Well that’s good to know. I guess there are some benefits to…” he stopped as though he didn’t know what to call it, “this arrangement. I know a lot about you.”

“And I know almost nothing about you.”

“That’s true,” he said. The tone of his voice indicated surprise at her statement. He must not have thought of the fact that she was in the dark about most of his life. He hadn’t shared much of himself with his patients, but Isabella supposed that was normal. What they were doing, or what they were going to attempt to do, was definitely not normal.

“So you know what I’m into…”

“I do.”

“Is that something you think you could do?”

“Immobilize you?”

“Yeah,” she said. She was blushing so deeply she could feel her face burning.

“I’ve never done it before.”

“That’s okay, I can walk you through it, so to speak,” she giggled. Her nerves were showing.

“Okay, let’s do it.”

“Great!” she said. She led him into the bedroom and she started to remove her clothes. Since she had bared her deepest darkest secrets to this man, taking her clothes off in front of him seemed to be no big deal to her.

“Can you do me a favor though?” he asked.

“What?” she asked. She never agreed to a favor without knowing what it was.

“Can you keep your heels on while we do this?”

“Sure,” she said, smiling. “Is that your,” she paused, searching for the right word, “thing?”

“Yes,” he turned a slight shade of pink himself, “it’s my thing.” He used air quotes around the word thing and she smiled.

“Okay,” she was happy to know that he had a ‘thing’ that he was slightly embarrassed about. She wasn’t the only one. But keeping her heels on was no big deal. The only thing that sucked was that her feet were already screaming for her to take them off. But since he was going to try immobilizing her which was new to him, she figured she would be willing to endure a little discomfort for his pleasure.

She was naked now, except for the heels and she was looking at him like she wanted to eat him, which, she supposed, wasn’t too far off from the truth. She wanted to suck him, at least. She loved being immobilized and forced to do things. Almost like a rape fantasy, but not quite to that degree. She just didn’t have any control when she was all wrapped up in saran wrap or rope or whatever other material was available.

“So, you want to start with my shoulders and work your way down,” she informed him. He nodded and picked up the large box of saran she kept in the bedroom and had placed at the foot of the bed when she came in.

“Is this what you want me to use?”

“Yes please,” she said. Even though disrobing in front of him hadn’t seemed like a big deal at the time, she was itching for him to get naked as well. He had kept all of his clothes on and to this point, he really didn’t need to be naked. In fact, it was definitely more demeaning for her to be the only one who was naked. “The beginning is the hardest. Once you get it somewhat wrapped around me, it will get easier. She was standing at the foot of the bed and she watched him as he wrapped saran around her shoulders. Once he got it to stick to itself, he began to slowly work his way around her body. “You can stop when it gets difficult and start a new wrap. It may be easier.”

He nodded and took her advice, cutting the saran off around her torso and starting a new one. The saran stuck well to itself and he had no problem getting it to wrap around. She could feel herself getting super wet. Between her legs, her thighs were getting slick.

“You’ll want to use some duct tape to secure the wrap.” He picked up the duct tape and followed her instructions. Isabella loved the feeling of immobilization. By the time he was to her waist, she knew she was in trouble. She was so turned on. “Lay me on the bed,” she instructed and he did. Then he continued to wrap her up, slowly, carefully. When she was wrapped down to her ankles, he stopped.

“Is that good?”

“Perfect,” she said. She wasn’t interested in complete mummification. Her face was completely free but the rest of her was unable to move.

“Now what?” he said.

“Well now you can do whatever you want to me.”

“Whatever I want?” he asked with wonder in his voice. The chances were good no one had ever given him that kind of power before.

“Whatever you want.”

“But you’re practically off limits.”

“Well…” she said, “you could release certain areas that you wanted access to.”

“Oh?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.

“Yeah, just get the pair of scissors. They’re in the drawer.” She instructed him on how to cut out areas of the plastic he wanted access to. He cut a hole for each of her nipples to poke out of and then she watched him enjoying himself playing with them. She could feel herself get more and more wet beneath the plastic, and it wasn’t just from sweat.

“What if I wanted a blow job.”

“Well, then you could have one. You would just have to use my face as you wanted to. I’m kind of stuck here,” she winked at him and he grinned in response. He slowly unbuttoned his pants and then brought down the zipper.

“Can I really do that?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “In fact, I would love for you to use me that way.”

“Excellent,” he said. He dropped his pants and boxers to the floor and the climbed up onto the bed. He touched her feet and shoes before he climbed up. “So sexy,” he said so quietly she almost couldn’t hear him.

She blushed, not knowing how to respond to his complement. He was already hard. Even though immobilization wasn’t on the top of his list of things to do, the fact that he had this naked and beautiful woman must have been a turn on for him since he was rock solid. He slipped his cock between her lips and she began to suck him. He was having trouble finding a rhythm, she noticed, and every once in a while he would push too hard and she would gag. That didn’t seem to bother him though and it honestly didn’t bother her either. She was mildly concerned that he would take things too far and she would be in trouble but she sincerely doubted it.

He pressed into her throat again and again until he seemed like he could barely control himself anymore and with a grunt, he began to fill her throat with his cum. After a moment, he pulled out and his cum began to spurt on her face. She squeezed her eyes shut and wrinkled her nose but she couldn’t do any more than that, immobilized as she was. When he was done, he climbed off of her and lay next to her, but he put his head at her feet. He was gently caressing her ankles and feet and her shoes, or so it seemed by the way he would suddenly not be touching her and then he was again. Was he really that into heels, she wondered? “Do you want me to let you out of there?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, “please.” He had wrapped her up because she liked it so she doubted he would have a problem letting her free and she was right. Some guys would want her to beg, so she was glad that this wasn’t an issue with Holt.

He picked up the scissors and gently cut her free. She spread her legs when she could and he reached down to feel how damp they were. “Wow,” he said. “You are really into this, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am,” she agreed and he smiled.

“I mean, I always knew you were, but I didn’t realize how much…”

“I know, it’s intense.”

“Yes, yes it is,” he agreed. When she was fully released, she sat up.

“I feel like I should get you off,” he said carefully. He didn’t want to offend her, but he felt like he had to say something.

“Actually, I’m good,” she said. “I’m going out soon.”

“Oh really?” he asked, surprised. She blushed. She had a date that night with a guy named Jackson. She probably should never have invited Holt over but the date was a blind date so it wasn’t like she was cheating on anyone.

“Yeah, I’m good. Honest.” He seemed shaken by her abrupt dismissal of his offer.

“We’re okay, yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah, we’re good,” she smiled. She kissed him on the cheek and began to get dressed. She didn’t even bother to wipe away the juices that had flowed down her legs.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” she smiled again. “Maybe we can see each other again sometime,” she said and she really meant it. She was tempted to cancel her date with Jackson so she could spend more time with Holt, but that was rude so instead, she would meet Jackson, see what happened, and take things from there.

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Holt Holland had had a horrific day of work on Monday. It was so bad, he wasn’t sure he was even going back to work on Tuesday. He normally loved his job as a hypnotherapist. Seeing clients and working with people was the best part of his day. He had opened his own hypnotherapy office almost on a whim. He had been a therapist for many years and had always found hypnosis fascinating. So he figured out how to combine the two and opened his own practice. It was nerve wracking at first, particularly because he was striking out on his own with no client base but it had worked out in the end. After a slow start, he was doing very well. In addition to working with private clients, he did large scale classes for groups and workshops in the community. He even traveled up to 500 miles to give workshops. Because of the success of his workshops, he had been able to expand his office and he now employed a full time marketing manager, a personal secretary, and an event planner. It was a successfully run office. This week, he was planning to add a new position. He needed someone to manage the whole office. His personal secretary, Gwen Golden had been managing the day to day business in the office but he really needed an additional person to run things. He needed his personal secretary to go back to being just his personal secretary. There was too much that needed to be done.

He had announced to the office that he was going to create the job last week. He had been seriously thinking about it for a long time, but after crunching the numbers and running them through with his marketing manager (who also served in a financial capacity), he discovered his dream could become a reality. Gwen had seemed surprisingly receptive to the idea, which had surprised him. He had expected some pushback from her since she would be losing a lot of her power in the office. She had jokingly started referring to herself as the Goddess of the Office, but in reality, that was probably not that much of a joke. She was though. She knew all the ins and outs, but he needed her by his side, not stuck in the office. She was the best worker he had. So he had decided to hire from outside the group for the office manager position. He had made the decision over the weekend and until today, it hadn’t occurred to him that Gwen didn’t realize he intended to hire someone new. But yesterday, he had picked up on some things she had said that led him to believe she might think she was getting that job. He hadn’t had the balls to tell her that it wasn’t her yesterday in the midst of the clusterfuck that had been his office.

He decided not to dwell on yesterday though. Suffice it to say, everything that could go wrong, did. Gwen had been putting out proverbial fires all day and when she couldn’t keep up with it, he had to help her out. They had worked it all out in the end, but he still was discouraged at the end of the day and frustrated with his decision to work on his own. He should take on a partner. But no, that would severely limit his freedom. So after a rotten day yesterday and with the new realization that he may be crushing Gwen’s professional ambition with his announcement, he had to drag himself into the office on Tuesday morning.

He was not the first to arrive. This did not surprise him. He made a beeline for his office and bypassed Gwen’s desk. She said a cheerful good morning and he mumbled a reply and then shut himself into the office. He breathed a sigh of relief at his temporary respite but he knew he couldn’t avoid it forever. In fact, in the first five minutes he was in his office, he realized he wasn’t going to be able to get anything done until he talked to Gwen. He was too distracted.

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe she didn’t expect to get the office manager job. Should he interview her for it at least? No, that would be worse to interview for it but not get it. Stupid idea. He felt like a teenager trying to dump a girlfriend he really liked. He felt like he was going to regret it as soon as he did it but he had made up his mind and he needed to stick to it.

He had an intercom on his desk that he could use to call Gwen. When he pressed the button, he noticed his palms were uncharacteristically wet and he wiped them on his pants.

“Hello!” Gwen’s perky voice filled his office through the intercom.

“Can you come in here a moment please?”

“Sure!” she said brightly and he knew that she was expecting to get the job. Something in her tone made it obvious to him. He wasn’t even sure exactly what it was but he knew that she was too perky, especially for Gwen. He could hear her heels tapping on the tile floor outside his door. The hallway wasn’t that long but it sounded like she was walking forever. Why oh why did she always have to wear heels? He had a thing for heels. He loved women in heels and he was desperately trying not to think of Gwen that way. It was disrespectful and completely unhelpful in this situation.

She entered the room but left the door open. “What can I do for you?” she asked with a smile.

“Shut the door, please.” He didn’t want anyone to overhear this conversation. “Sit down,” he instructed.

“Sure,” she said. “Should I get my notebook? I didn’t bring it in.”

“No, it’s okay,” he said and he paused, taking a quiet deep breath. “I wanted to talk to you about the office manager position.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, I have a recommendation from someone on a woman who would be perfect for the job. I have set up an interview for Thursday. I put it on the calendar.”

“I-” she started and then she stopped speaking entirely.

He hesitated and then decided to try addressing the situation head on. “I’m sorry if you were interested in the job. I decided that I really need you by my side in the office. You do too good of a job working with me that I just thought I needed to keep you as my personal secretary.”

“I see,” she said. Her voice was clipped and he could hear the waver in it. Damn. She was upset. He didn’t know how to comfort a woman who was upset. Terror gripped him as he thought of losing her all together.

“You’re upset. I’m sorry, Gwen. I just think this is the right decision for the office.”

“I see,” she repeated. That wasn’t good. Was she getting angry now? It kind of sounded like it.

“Are you upset?”

“Well, I am certainly disappointed. I thought that I was doing a good job running the office—”

“You are!”

“—and still keeping track of your appointments and schedule.”

“You do!”

“I just thought that you would want to give me the opportunity to have more responsibility.”

“Oh Gwen, I didn’t want to give you more work. You are doing too much. I wanted to free you up to focus on one job instead of doing the job of two people.”

“I see. Well, if that’s how you feel…” she let her voice trail off. “Are we done?”

He blinked at her. “I guess so.”

She didn’t say anything as she left the office.

He sighed. He’d botched that. Badly. She was upset and angry and he hadn’t done anything to help. Shit. He listened to her heels click down the hallway and groaned as he put his head down on the desk. The heels were not helping. He was mad at himself and miserable with what he had done and now he was horny as fuck. Damn him and his fetish for heels. And damn her for wearing them (not that he had ever told her about his particular desire for them). He needed to get out of the office. He looked at the clock. It wasn’t even 9:30. He had back to back appointments starting at 10. It was going to be a long day.

When his lunch break came around finally at 1, his miserable feeling had abated somewhat. Gwen took her lunch break without talking to him. She just left. That was rare. Usually she would pop in and offer to get him something for lunch. Hell, that really was her job. But he wasn’t interested in asking her to pick up lunch for him anyway. He needed to get out. So out he went. He walked to a hot dog cart and bought two. From there, he ate his hot dogs and walked. He found a bench and sat down and people watched. When a woman sat down next to him and crossed her legs, he felt his cock stir. Her long legs ended in the highest heels he had ever seen.

“Hi,” he said and she smiled at him. She was looking at her phone.

“Hi,” she replied and looked back at her phone.

“I don’t mean to be rude,” he said, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off her heels, “but I love your shoes.”

“Oh, thanks,” she smiled again. She didn’t seem particularly bothered by his unprovoked compliment. She glanced up at him and then she dropped her phone in her purse. “Have we met?”

He looked more closely at her face this time. “I think we have,” he said and he wracked his brain trying to remember. Had she been a patient before? Gwen would know. Damn.

“You have an uncanny resemblance to a therapist I used to see…”

“I am a therapist.” He extended his hand. “Holt Holland.”

“You were my therapist. God that was like a hundred years ago.”

“I look older.”

“You look different,” she countered. “Okay, so definitely more gray around here.” She gently brushed a hand across the hair by his temple.

“Yeah,” he said and he blushed lightly under his goatee.

“I’m—”

“Isabella,” they said at the same time. She giggled.

“I remember you,” he said. And with remembering her name, he remembered a lot of personal details about her life, too. He remembered that she worked as an insurance consultant. She had been in therapy because she had had a difficult childhood and as an adult, had discovered that she had a fetish for being immobilized. Not just being immobilized with handcuffs which practically everyone had played with, but being completely and totally immobilized, even mummified. In therapy they had identified that her fetish had nothing to do with her childhood or her parents. It was just something she liked and there was nothing wrong with it. She had stopped seeing him after a while because she seemed to have accepted that it was just a fact of herself. He had thought she was a nice woman before, but he made a point not to get emotionally or physically involved with any of his patients. But now, she was a long time ago former patient and she was sitting next to him wearing heels and all bets were off…

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Gwen Golden woke up as though from a dream but she realized she must have just passed out hard after an intense orgasm. She glanced at the clock in the shady hotel room she was in and saw that she must have only been out for a minute or two. Lying next to her, not quite touching her, was Forrester Frisch. She had met him online a while back but this was the first time they had actually been together in person. She had been really happy when he had texted her to come out so they could fool around. She loved nothing more than gagging on a big cock and he was perfect for that. In turn, she had let him fist her. She hadn’t been fisted in a long time but, as he had promised he would be, he was gentle and patient with her and she had enjoyed herself immensely.

Now they were both naked and sweaty and still panting. She smiled at him and said, “Well…”

“Well…” he said, looking down at her. He was lying on his side next to her with his head on one hand, just watching her. She suddenly felt self conscious.

“That was something,” she said, unsure what to say.

“It certainly was,” he grinned. “I enjoyed it, a lot.”

“It was really amazing,” she agreed in a rush of words.

A moment of silence passed while they kept just looking at each other and then she rolled over on her side, facing him, matching his position. “Want to go again?” he asked with humor in his voice. He wasn’t hard yet, but she could see that he was starting to pop back up.

She took stock of her body and realized that her pussy was still tingling from the onslaught of pressure from him and she honestly wasn’t sure she was ready to have his fist in her again quite so soon. “Maybe not right now,” she smiled sheepishly, “but I definitely want to do it again soon.”

“Me too,” he agreed.

“How long did you get the room for?” he looked at the clock.

“We have it for another hour and a half.”

“Ambitious,” she said with a smile.

“There was no way I was going to have us get kicked out before we had our fill.”

“Want to take a shower?” she asked. She really did have things she had to do with the rest of her afternoon, but a quick rinse in the shower wouldn’t be a bad idea.

“Sure,” he said and he deftly rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom. The bathroom fixtures were old and the faucet in the sink dripped every so often. He pulled back the shower curtain and she came in right behind him.

“Yuck,” she said as she saw the grimy shower. “Maybe let’s not…” she said.

“Yeah, I don’t know if I would get in there,” he said. He looked at the towels and reported to her, “The towels look clean though. I have an idea…” he said. “Get back on the bed?” He asked. His question really asked her to trust him and she didn’t know if she really trusted him or not but she figured, what the hell. She got back onto the bed. She listened as he ran water in the sink and then he came back with the ice bucket. He had put the liner in the ice bucket and filled it with water. He laid a towel out on the bed and patted it. She got onto it and sat, watching him. He placed a washcloth in the warm water and then rung it out. He reached toward her with it and she felt the warm cloth press against her skin. She moaned softly as he moved across her chest and down her arms. He wiped across her belly and down her legs, refreshing the cloth with warm water every so often. Then he moved to her back. He massaged her shoulders as he cleaned them with the cloth, getting them warm and slick and then using his other hand to massage the tense muscles. “You seem tense,” he said.

“It’s not you,” she said. “This has been the best part of my day.”

“Good,” he said, but he didn’t press her for more information. She was glad because she really didn’t want to go into what was stressing her out. She just wanted some time away to not worry about things.

“Let’s talk about you,” she said. “Do you have any massage experience? You’re really good?” He was working her shoulders and neck and she was practically melting in his hands.

“Nothing official.”

“No?”

“Nope. Just lots of practice,” he said. Gwen wondered what he meant by that. Was he saying that he gave a lot of women massages? Or maybe that he had been massaging women for a long time? “My mom has always had problems with her shoulders so I used to rub them for her growing up.” Ah, his mom. Uh huh. That seemed unlikely at best, but who knew. Gwen figured she would give him the benefit of the doubt. She was cautious when it came to him anyway since she didn’t know him that well, really.

“Well that’s nice of you.”

She felt him shrug. “She was a good person.”

Was? “Oh, I’m sorry. How long ago did you lose her?”

“Six months ago tomorrow.” Wow, he really was keeping track. He didn’t even have to think about that answer.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, but thanks.” Well that didn’t work out so well… She had wanted to get the subject off of her so she didn’t have to talk about her problems but this conversation was depressing at best!

“So…” She was struggling to find a safe topic.

“Did you watch Survivor last week?” he asked and she could feel the air rush out of her lungs in relief.

“Yes!” They talked for a few minutes about the TV show while he massaged her neck and shoulders. She was feeling totally relaxed now. They had found safe, common ground to talk about and his hands were amazing. At one moment, they were both getting worked up about who was sent home and she rolled over so she could look at him. Thankfully, they were in perfect agreement, but they were both passionate about it. She looked up at him and their eyes met. It was like the rest of the room faded away.

“Did you want to—” he started to ask but then he stopped his question abruptly.

“Did I want to what?” she prompted. She pulled herself into a seat position, completely naked and looked him in the eye.

“I was wondering if you wanted to have sex.”

It wasn’t what she had been expecting, though once the words were out there, she couldn’t figure out what she had expected him to say instead. “Yes.” She surprised herself with the response. Did she truly want to have sex with him? Of course! But she was surprised to hear herself admit it out loud so candidly.

“Great,” he said and he leaned in and kissed her. She melted against him as they kissed, her muscles feeling heavy and bones feeling like jelly. His tongue parted her lips and she gave him easy access. She spread her legs for his seeking hand and she knew he was feeling her dampness even when he wasn’t right up against her pussy yet.

When his fingers parted her pussy lips, she groaned against his mouth, but she didn’t break the kiss. He pressed two fingers inside her gently and she opened easily for him. He seemed to be impatient though and where he had taken gentle care and time before, he was pressing hard against her opening and moving more quickly.

“I want you, badly,” he murmured against the side of her neck as he kissed down it. “I want to feel my cock inside you.”

“Oh yes please,” she moaned. “You’re so big. I can’t wait to feel you fill me up.”

He groaned again and he took her nipple between his teeth. He grazed them across her sensitive flesh and she shuddered. Her legs opened wider for him of their own volition. He got up on his knees and she was confronted with his stiff cock. He really did want her as badly as he said he did. He was rock solid. She took his cock in one hand and she could feel how nice and velvety smooth his skin was. She was tempted to suck him again but since she just had and he was so hard again, it wasn’t really necessary. She wanted him to last as long as possible in her pussy before she would have to relent to his orgasm.

She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs completely as she moved, opening herself to him. His fingers had slipped out of her as she moved but he reinserted them and hooked them upward inside her. She groaned and closed her eyes as he did so. “That feels so good,” she whispered.

She opened her eyes and he smiled down at her. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered back. She blushed and closed her eyes again. She stretched her arms up above her head and brought them down to rest on the back of his neck. He was slowly inching his way up her body now. He nibbled on her belly and she gasped with surprise. She was surprised that she liked feeling his teeth graze her hot skin. He paid special attention to both of her nipples as he moved up. He licked and sucked on them, nibbled lightly, and even blew his hot breath on her wet nipples making her shudder. All the while, he was working those two fingers in her pussy.

When he began to nibbled on her collarbone, his fingers left their warm sanctuary and she watched as he brought his fingers up to her mouth. She sucked her own juices off of them and felt a flood of her own arousal with the action. When she was done sucking his fingers, he pulled his hand away and replaced it with his mouth. He kissed her deeply again, their tongues entwined and she felt his cock slide into her drenched pussy. He filled her completely. The sound she made came from somewhere deep inside her. He was fulfilling a need she didn’t even know she had. “Oh my god.” He was pressed into her, all the way against her cervix, but he hadn’t moved yet. “You feel amazing,” she murmured and he began to move.

He pulled almost all the way out and then slid back in. He alternated between a smooth, soft motion and a pounding that left her feeling like she’d be pleasantly bruised tomorrow. He would pull almost all the way out and pause there, just long enough for her to anticipate him and then he would thrust so hard into her, her whole body would jerk. But boy could he really fill her like that and she loved it. They were both grunting and moaning and panting. When he came, he pressed all the way into her, holding himself inside her and nearly collapsing on top of her.

She felt herself go limp on the bed, breathing hard. She hadn’t had an orgasm like he had given her before but she felt surprisingly fulfilled regardless. She waited for him to regain enough energy to roll off of her. He lay on his back, his eyes closed. She crawled over to him and took his softening cock in her mouth. He was still large even though he wasn’t hard and she had to deep throat him to get him all the way in. She loved tasting herself on his cock and the fact that she gagged a bit when she took him all the way, even soft, was all the better. She was on her knees, thrusting his soft cock into the back of her throat and causing her gag reflex to kick in when she felt his hand run up the back of her thigh to her dripping pussy. He slipped his fingers to her clit and began to rub back and forth on the sensitive bud. She moaned, which caused her to gag, which resulted in her pussy clenching. The next gag sent her over the edge and she nearly collapsed on his hand, his fingers still working her clit until she managed to roll off and away.

They lay panting for a while but their time was quickly coming to an end. “This was great,” she said. “I really needed to clear my head after the day I’ve had.”

“Oh?” he asked. “Do you want to talk about it?” Earlier she hadn’t. She was too nervous or excited or depressed or something.

“Yeah, maybe.” She paused and collected her thoughts. “I have loved being the goddess of the office for as long as I can remember. I am the one who knows everything that’s going on. I am the one who can answer everyone’s questions. It’s a great position to be in and I adore it. I work really hard, even though I’m salaried and so there’s this promotion available and I’m really excited. I really think I’m going to get it but what if I don’t?” She was often the type of person who would over think things. Maybe she was making something out of nothing. Probably she wouldn’t get the promotion? But what would they do otherwise? Someone had to have the job. They couldn’t hire from outside the company could they? “Anyway, sorry, I’m rambling, I just don’t even know what to think anymore. I can’t wait any longer to hear. I really hope I get the promotion!”

“When will you find out?”

“I don’t know. It could be any day now, really.”

“Well good luck. I’m sure you’ll be fine!”

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Forrester Frisch had had a good night. He woke up on a Monday morning refreshed and ready to face the day. As a funeral director, his work week didn’t coincide with everyone else’s but there was still business that needed to be attended to on a Monday morning. Mondays were difficult for everyone, he knew, but today was a rare exception. He was happy. He had enjoyed a great night with his friend Ezra and a girl Ezra had found. Forrester had had a great orgasm and had gone home tired and sated. He slept great. Of course, he woke up horny as hell, even though he had had a great blow job. For Forrester, even a great orgasm couldn’t compared to the feeling of sliding his entire fist into a soaking wet cunt. He wanted a girl bad and he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he found one.

But first, business. He showered, dressed, and went into the office. He talked to his assistant, worked on scheduling, made some phone calls, but by lunch he had been driven to distraction. He wanted nothing more than to find a girl he could slip his fingers into. But where would he find such a woman on a Monday at lunchtime? Frustrating.

He picked up his phone and looked through his Contacts. Who did he know that might be free on a Monday at lunch? He scrolled and scrolled until he got to the end and then sighed in frustration. No one. He couldn’t think of a single woman. But wait, he had talked to a girl online who was interesting. She had said her name was Gwen Golden. That sounded almost like a fake name, but Forrester wasn’t sure he cared. He logged into the dating site app on his phone and looked at her last email. Damn, he had missed an email from her. He hadn’t even seen that it had come in. He hoped she wouldn’t be upset with him.

Sending her an email was easy, waiting for a response sucked. He tried to get back into work but all he noticed was that his cock kept filling his pants at unexpected times and he would have to adjust himself just to get back to work. Frustrating.

He was as focused on work as he could be when his phone chimed that he had an email. He looked at it and sure enough, it was Gwen. He couldn’t get the grin off of his face, even though her email was just a short response to his. He had asked how she was and what she had been up to. She responded that she had been busy but that things were starting to slow down for her. In a previous conversation, they had discussed his fetish for fisting and she was into it. Why he hadn’t jumped on the idea of meeting her right away, he wasn’t sure, but now seemed like the perfect time to him. He came clean about the reason he was messaging her. He was direct and polite. Respectful, even. He waited anxiously for a response.

When the response came, his cock filled his pants again and he had to adjust himself. “Actually, that sounds perfect. NSA sex would be great.” NSA, No Strings Attached. Excellent. They agreed to meet that very afternoon. Forrester had a relatively nice apartment but they had agreed to meet at a local hotel. It was a cheap place and it could be rented by the hour, so that certainly spoke to its class, but it served the purpose for their meeting.

He got there half an hour before the time they agreed to meet and rented a room. He took the key offered to him by the desk clerk and went to the room. It looked clean enough, which was good. He wanted to make sure before she arrived. Even though he was fully aware that meeting at an hourly hotel lacked a lot of class, he didn’t want her to be grossed out by the place. He sent her a text with the room number and waited, somewhat impatiently. His cock was rock solid in his pants but he didn’t feel it was appropriate to shed them while he waited for her. Instead, he adjusted himself to a more comfortable position and looked at Facebook on his phone. It was a distraction, but it wasn’t enough to truly distract him from waiting for Gwen. He was anxious to meet her.

When a soft tap came at the door, he jumped. Was that a knock? He jumped up from the chair and looked through the peephole to the hallway. It must be her. All he could see was the top of a flaming mane of red hair. He had seen as much in Gwen’s picture and his heart thumped in his chest. He pulled the door open and smiled at the petite woman. “Hi,” he said.

“Hello,” she smiled up at him and he opened the door wider for her. She stepped into the dimly lit room and his heart thumped harder. Could she hear his heart pounding in the tiny room? It felt like it was that loud.

“How are you?” he asked.

“I’m well, and you?” she asked. All class. How could such a classy woman look so comfortable in a shit hole like this?

“I’m fine,” Forrester said and he shut the door as she moved out of the entryway. He decided it was time to simply take charge. She seemed to like that in the texts they had shared so he stepped in close to her. He tilted her head up to him with a finger under her chin and she met his gaze evenly. He could see desire flaring in her eyes. He kissed her and their first kiss was like throwing gasoline on a fire. He pressed her back against the door with his body and he could feel her body react to his. Her body was tense and hard, her movements urgent. Her breaths came in short gasps between their kisses and her lips felt like they were on fire.

It didn’t take them long to drop all their clothes to the floor, barely taking their lips off each other. He took a step back from her, his breathing mirroring hers.

“You are beautiful,” he said.

She blushed and said, “You are sexy as fuck.” The vulgarity took him by pleasant surprise and he smiled at her as she got on her knees in front of him. He hadn’t been expecting her to be so forward. She took the head of his cock into her mouth. He was long. Much longer than she could take, even deep throating him, but she soon had her mouth full. He could feel the back of her throat as she pressed him down as far as she could. He grunted in pleasure and she moaned. She moved up and down on his shaft a few times and he held as still as possible. He knew that as soon as he let loose, he was going to be fucking her throat.

As strange as it was to meet they way they did, the benefit of it was they had a lot of personal information about each other before ever laying eyes on each other. For instance, he knew that her greatest desire was to be gagging on cock. So he knew that it wouldn’t be a terrible thing to fuck her throat. He still felt like he shouldn’t push his luck too soon, though.

After what seemed like eternity to him, but was probably a very short time, he knew he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He placed his hands on either side of her head and she looked up at him. He met her gaze and he caught the almost imperceptible nod of approval from her before he began to move his hips. He held onto her head to keep her steady as he moved, first slowly and then faster. She began to gag a little and he ignored the instinct to stop. When he felt that she was going to lose it if he kept pushing, he pulled back. Every time he pushed back, she gagged. He could see her eyes water as she gagged and then hear her gasp for air as he pulled back. He kept a slow but steady rhythm and it seemed that she was gagging earlier and earlier as he pressed into the back of her throat.

It was sexy as hell. Forrester didn’t know how he would feel about listening to Gwen gag on his cock, but he figured it would be okay at least. Come on, a hot girl giving him a blow job was always welcome! So if it got her off to gag while doing it, he wasn’t going to tell her no. But as it turned out, just listening to her gag turned him on immensely. He felt his orgasm boiling in his balls as got close. “I’m going to cum,” he murmured and she gave another nod of approval.

It was still another few thrusts before he felt the cum travel up his shaft and explode into her mouth. He pressed his cock into the back of her throat as he felt it coming and she gagged and spluttered on it. She made a show of swallowing his cum and licking her lips. “Thank you,” she said, smiling up at him.

“Um, you’re welcome?” His tone turned the phrase into a question. “Thank you.” He emphasized the word when he said “you” and she grinned.

“You’re welcome.” By the look on her face, it appeared she would be happy to leave right then, even though she hadn’t had her own orgasm. As she stood, he noticed that her legs had become slick with her juices.

“You really liked that, didn’t you?” he asked in awe.

“I did,” she agreed. “But there’s something you would like, too, isn’t there?”

He nodded, his mouth suddenly dry. She was grinning at him again as she climbed onto the bed behind her, her legs spread. “Go ahead,” she said and he felt the first twinge of another erection.

He climbed onto the bed and crawled between her legs. He slid his fingers along her slit and felt how wet she was. He inhaled the scent and sighed on his exhale. She was amazing. Her scent was so sweet, he could stay right here all day. She had trimmed her pussy hair, but he could see that it was as red as the hair on her head. So sexy! As his fingers slid down her slit, he allowed his middle finger to slip inside her. She was so warm and velvety. He pulled his finger out and went with another one. Then three. He stuck with three fingers for a little while, working them in and out of her, pulling and stretching her insides as he did so. He turned his fingers this way and that, put pressure on different places, and spread them apart to stretch her out. Then he added a fourth finger. She was moaning and gently moving her hips against his hand. “You are beautiful,” he said again and then he slipped his thumb into her.

With all five fingers in, she was starting to loosen up, but she wasn’t quite there yet. When they had talked online, she had told him that she had been fisted before but it had been a while, so he would have to work for it. With only the tips of those fingers in, there wasn’t a lot he could do yet, but he pressed gently with the five fingers and then went back to four fingers.

He repeated the process of moving his fingers side to side, stretching them apart, and turning this way and that until he was sure she was more stretched out than before. This time when he added the fifth finger, he didn’t have a lot of difficulty. The five fingers went in nicely. He pressed his thumb into his fingers so it made his knuckles larger and he felt some resistance but then her pussy gave in to him and he was able to push all the way in.

The whole time he had been working on her, she was groaning and moaning occasionally, but now she really let loose. “Oh! Oh god! Oh my god!” She was grunting and moaning and writhing on the bed. With his whole fist in her, he pressed his lips to her clit and sucked gently. She screamed then with pleasure and began to beg. “Oh please, oh please, please, I need to cum!” He wasn’t stopping her, and in fact, was doing everything he could to make her cum! It didn’t take long after that before she was bucking against him and her pussy was gripping his hand.

He sucked and licked gently until she fell violently into her orgasm. There was lots of screaming, “Oh god” and “please” and her whole body was rocking, trembling, writhing. And then suddenly, she was still. He pulled his hand from her as gently as he could and then let go of her clit. She lay on the bed, panting, her skin aglow with the sweat of her exertion.

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Daria wanted to cum so badly. So, so badly. Worse than she had ever wanted to cum in her entire life. At least, that’s how it seemed to Ezra. Ezra Ecton currently had Daria pinned down to the bed with his mouth sucking gently on her clit. She had been dying to have him get her off and more importantly, she wanted him to take her from behind. Ezra knew that her favorite thing in the world was being fucked doggie style. Thus far, he had told her he would fuck her that way but he was holding back, teasing her. He wanted her to be so ready for it that she would be desperate for him to enter her. He had even taken a moment to slip inside her when she was underneath him to give her a small taste. It wasn’t like it was their first time together, but it was still nice to remind her what she could have if she was patient.

But before he let her roll over, he wanted her to orgasm. He slipped two fingers into her and sucked a little harder. She writhed beneath him and he could feel her pussy clench onto his fingers. He let go of the suction and flicked his tongue across her clit. She moaned in a tone that sounded part frustration and part desire. He wrapped his free arm around her thigh so that she was semi-immobilized. He went back to sucking and by the clenching in her pussy, he knew she was getting close to cumming. He kept his pace until he felt her start to spasm around his fingers. He latched on as best as he could with his mouth, flicked with his tongue, and pulled his fingers out. He had both hands wrapped around her thighs now so he could keep hold of her as she bucked against him. When she went limp, he knew he had been fully successful and he let her go with a soft pop.

She was panting, but he didn’t give her a lot of time to recover. He flipped her over onto her stomach and she did what she could in her tired state to help him. He got her hips up high enough that he was able to slip inside her and she groaned when he entered her.

“Oh god,” she groaned into the pillow. He smiled at her reaction and began to thrust slowly into her. He was throbbing and ready before he even entered her the first time but teasing her had been a tease for him, too. He knew he wasn’t going to last long so after a few thrusts, he pulled out deliberately. She groaned in protest but made no move to do anything else. He slid his cock along her slit for a few strokes and then entered her again. Her groan this time was more appreciative. He lasted another couple minutes, her pussy clenching him, warm and wet. When he felt himself on the verge of cumming, he latched his nails into her back and dragged them down her sensitive flesh. He knew she loved it and she moaned in response. It was clearly a moan that was a mix of the sharp pain of his nails and the pleasure of the situation.

When he had spilled his seed into her, he sat back on his heels, popping out of her warmth. He immediately regretted pulling out of her but he knew he had no choice. She collapsed forward onto the bed and he grabbed some paper towels and cleaned them both up. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked, already knowing the answer from her quick breathing.

“Yes,” she hissed back at him. When he was done cleaning them up, he crawled up the bed so he could rest his head on the pillows. He pulled her to him and she went willingly. Her head rested on his chest and he hoped the steady, but fast, beat of his heart was comforting to her. She seemed to be so relaxed.

Even though it was only mid-day, the two of them napped. She slept longer than he did, but he didn’t mind. Ezra liked watching her sleep. She was beautiful all the time, but in sleep, she was also soft and tender, too. When she was awake, her personality overshadowed the gentle side of her sometimes. He liked to see her like this. He gently stroked her hair and around three, she finally woke up. “Hi, sleepyhead,” he said with a smile.

“Hi,” she croaked back.

“Did you have a good rest?”

“I did,” she said, “thank you.”

“Of course,” he replied. “I like holding you while you sleep.” He knew it might not be the right thing to say. He didn’t really want her to know that his feelings for her were growing stronger, but he also didn’t want to hold himself back. That would disingenuous. She mumbled something into his chest he couldn’t hear. “What did you say, my sweet?” he asked.

“You’re sweet,” she said a little louder. He wasn’t sure if that’s truly what she had said but it was close enough there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

He just smiled back at her and kissed the top of her head. “Did you get everything you wanted today?”

“Yes,” she said. “You know you did my favorite thing.”

“I know,” he said. He hesitated before he said the next thing that was on his mind, “I was wondering if you would be willing to help me do my favorite thing?” She raised one eyebrow at him. He had already confessed to her his favorite thing in the bedroom and it required a second guy. He wasn’t sure if she was going to go for it, but he really wanted to find out.

“Don’t we need…” she let her voice trail off.

“Well, I know a guy,” he filled in. “I’m pretty sure he would be interested if you were.”

“Bring it on,” she said with a mildly suppressed grin.

“Okay,” he said. Without letting go of her, he turned his happy face toward the beside table and picked up his cell phone. He sent a text, waited for a reply, talked back and forth a bit, and then put his phone down.

“Well?” she asked.

“He’s going to come over and bring dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“Yep, dinner.”

“But it’s not even 4.”

“He’s not coming quite yet.”

“So what are we going to do while we wait?”

“Any ideas?” he asked with a mischievous grin.

“I’m sure we can come up with something,” she said with a grin and she rolled over and straddled him. He was already getting hard again and she knew that they could fuck now and fuck again when the mystery man arrived.

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When the doorbell rang at 5:30, Ezra was ready to jump up and down with excitement. It was boyish, he knew, which is why he held himself back, but he was so excited to have the opportunity for his favorite position. He couldn’t explain it, but there was something so attractive to him in having a girl suck another guy while he fucked her. It was such a personal experience and he just couldn’t get enough of it. It was often called an “Eiffel Tower” since that’s what it would like from the side if the two guys clasped hands. He knew it was something that really got him going but the Urban Dictionary definition which included a high five for the guys was kind of ridiculous. Consequently, it was often hard to find partners who were willing to do it, so to have the opportunity so unexpectedly was making him almost jump out of his skin with joy.

He buzzed his friend in and Forrester Frisch came through the door carrying a pizza. “Hi,” he said and he put the pizza down on the counter in the kitchen before shaking hands with Ezra.

“Hey, Forrester, this is Daria,” he introduced the two and they shook hands. So formal for a group of people who were about to have sex. But first, pizza. Can’t be too cheap, after all.

Ezra grabbed plates out of the cabinet and offered his two guests drinks. When everyone had what they wanted, they all sat down at the small kitchen table and made small talk while they ate. Forrester was often a quiet guy, even though he and Ezra had been friends for a long time, so Ezra was surprised when Forrester opened up to Daria about his profession. Being a funeral director was often not something he told people about. Forrester was under the belief that it would make things awkward for other people and Ezra couldn’t disagree. A lot of people did think it was weird. But in the end, Daria was fascinated by it and didn’t seem to be bothered at all. Ezra was glad because he was really looking forward to living out his Eiffel Tower fantasy with the two of them.

When they had finished eating and cleaned up their plates, someone was going to have to make the first move and Ezra figured it had better be him. So he was very surprised when he turned around from the sink and saw that Daria and Forrester were standing and facing each other. They were looking at each other hungrily. Ezra looked at them as though he had never seen either of them before. Forrester’s skin was so dark that it made Daria’s tan skin look pale in comparison. Daria was tall, but Forrester towered over her when they stood together like that. Their eyes were locked onto each other and Ezra suddenly felt like an outsider, even though this had all been his idea. He shook the idea away and said, “Well, I guess we should move things out of the kitchen at least.”

Daria looked at him like she had come out of a trance. “Yeah, kneeling on a kitchen floor doesn’t sound particularly comfortable.”

“Not at all,” Forrester agreed and he led the way out into the living room. The living room had nice plush carpet which would probably work just fine, though Ezra had figured they would be in the bedroom. It didn’t really matter, he supposed, as long as everyone was comfortable.

He dimmed the lights a bit so that they weren’t harshly bright and then sat down on the couch. He felt super awkward but it seemed that Daria and Forrester had hit it off no problem. Ezra watched as Forrester leaned down and kissed Daria. He could see her lips parting to accept his tongue and her arms slide up around Forrester’s neck. Even as his gut wrenched with misplaced jealousy, his cock stiffened uncomfortably in his pants. Ezra decided that there was no point in prolonging things and he quickly shed his clothes in a pile on the floor. Daria didn’t notice at first but Forrester did and he broke the kiss and took a step back from her. Ezra could hear Daria’s panting breath from halfway across the room. She turned and looked at him and she smiled. “Ready to go, Ezra?”

“Ready,” he said with a grin. She and Forrester both wasted no time in adding their clothes to the growing pile on the floor. “Just one thing…” he said, his voice trailing off. He ran into the bedroom and grabbed a small bullet vibrator from a drawer. Even though he was only gone for a moment, Daria and Forrester were all over each other when he returned. Forrester had wrapped his arms around Daria and they were kissing again. Ezra’s cock twitched at the sight. He was definitely getting into it now. “Now, I’m ready,” he said and the other two broke their kiss.

“Great,” Daria said.

“Excellent,” Forrester breathed.

Daria bent over, her ass in the air. “I’m ready when you are,” she said to both guys and they each positioned themselves on either side of her. Ezra slid his cock along her slit from behind which was soaking wet. He easily slipped inside her wet pussy. She moaned as she felt him enter her and took Forrester’s cock into her mouth. Ezra watched Daria sucking his friend and his cock swelled inside her. It was really hot to see her sucking him. His rhythm was steady and he could see that Daria was using the momentum of his thrusts to move up and down on Forrester. Forrester, meanwhile, had one hand on the back of Daria’s head but it didn’t seem like he was pushing her, just gently guiding.

Ezra switched on the vibrator he had brought out of the bedroom and slipped one hand around to Daria’s clit. He switched it on and pressed it against her clit. Her groan of delight was muffled around Forrester’s cock. She was bucking back against him now as he fucked her and he could see that Forrester was moving in time with their thrusts, too. It was amazing they were so in sync considering the three of them had never been together before. Every so often, something in their rhythm would break but they were able to get back into it easily. Ezra could hear her moans growing louder as she neared orgasm. Her pussy was clenching his cock and he began to feel his own orgasm build. He thrust into her a few more times before his orgasm overtook him. He practically collapsed on top of her but he managed to hold himself upright by leaning against the hand Forrester stretched out to him. He managed to hold onto the vibrator and then he felt Daria’s pussy clench his cock and her moans turned to screams as she fell over the edge into her orgasm. Her pussy began to spasm and Ezra could tell her knees got weak. The hand that was holding the vibrator was now supporting some of her weight.

She must not have been able to suck Forrester effectively during her orgasm, but he didn’t seem to mind. He pulled his cock from her mouth and let her breathe a little bit before sitting down on the couch and watching her reaction. She looked up into his eyes and then let Ezra’s cock slip from her pussy. She got down on her knees and crawled over to where Forrester was sitting. She took his large cock back into her mouth and began to move up and down on him quickly. Ezra leaned back against a wall, turned off the vibrator, and watched as she sucked his friend. He was blown away by how much effort she was putting into it. She clearly wanted Forrester to cum.

It didn’t take long before he closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the couch. He was moving his hips in time with her movements and now his grunts were very telling. He took her head between his two hands and made sure she held onto him as long as he was cumming but when he was done, he let her go. He gently ran his fingers through her hair and waited for her to pull herself off. She did, and both men listened as she made licking sounds while swallowing Forrester’s cum and cleaning off any remaining spurts she missed.

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Daria Dunlop woke up wrapped in the arms of a guy she didn’t know and her friend Cherilyn. Her memory flooded back and she remembered having sex with the guy, who was a friend of Cherilyn’s. Blair? Blake? Blane? Blane, that was it. She was trying to shake the fogginess out of her head when the other two woke up.

“Good morning,” Cherilyn said groggily. Blane just groaned. “I don’t know if we intended to spend the night,” she croaked.

“I know I didn’t,” Daria said.

Blane mumbled something into his pillow that sounded like “It’s okay.”

“Breakfast?” Cherilyn asked. She was one of those people who was wide awake the minute she woke up.

“Yeah!” Daria said. “I’m starving.”

Blane mumbled into his pillow again. This time it sounded like he said, “Fuck no.”

“Okay dear,” Cherilyn said. “Thanks for your hospitality.” Daria could hear the jest in Cherilyn’s voice. “We’re going to get out of your space babe.”

He waved goodbye and promptly went back to sleep. The two girls got up and went in search of their clothes. Both of them had shed their clothes all over the living room but eventually they got it all sorted out and they were dressed. “Oh shit,” Cherilyn said.

“What?”

“I don’t have a car here. Can you give me a lift?”

“Oh yeah, no problem.” The two women made their way down to the garage, got into Daria’s car, and headed out. “Where to?”

They talked about good places to grab breakfast on a Sunday morning and eventually found a place they agreed on. They decided it would make more sense to bring the car back to Daria’s place and leave it in the garage there, then walk to the little diner they had selected. Parking in New York City was often at a premium.

They ate a nice breakfast, talked about everything from the unseasonably warm March weather to the current state of politics. Then they finally got around to talking about men. “How long have you known Blane?” Daria asked.

“A few years,” Cherilyn said. “He’s a good guy. Totally into breasts,” she whispered.

“He was staring at mine.”

“Well who wouldn’t?” Cherilyn grinned at Daria and Daria’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“Well, anyway,” Daria changed the subject, “he seemed nice.”

“He is nice. He is definitely not a morning person though.”

“I’m surprised you’re up and at ‘em so early, honestly,” Daria said. “I seem to recall some times where no one could get you out of bed.”

“When? In college?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, in college, who isn’t tired? Classes, studying, homework, work, and then parties. It would knock any girl on her ass.”

“I guess so,” Daria agreed. “It’s amazing how things have changed.”

“Yeah, so what’s going on in your life?” Cherilyn asked.

“Well, I met a guy.”

“Just a guy?”

“A good guy. A guy I like.”

“So why did you come out last night?”

“Well it’s not serious. We’re just dating.”

“Do you want it to be serious?”

“Maybe,” Daria confessed, though it wasn’t a ringing endorsement. Daria tended to be reserved with her feelings. She didn’t want to be too forthcoming only to find out that the guy had no interest in her.

“Tell me about him.”

“His name is Ezra. Ezra Ecton. He’s an electrician, and a good one it seems. He has a loft condo in Manhattan. He’s older than we are. He’s in his mid 40s and his hair is going gray. It’s so sexy. He has gray eyes that are almost exactly like mine, it’s uncanny. He’s about my height but he’s a bigger guy. Broad shoulders, carries some extra weight. Just how I like my guys.” The pink that had faded from her cheeks flared back into them. Cherilyn knew a lot about Daria so there wasn’t anything to really be embarrassed about, but Daria flushed regardless. “He’s great in bed. We have a lot of fun, and he likes doing it doggy style.”

“He sounds perfect. So what’s wrong with him?”

“Wrong with him?”

“Yeah, no one is that perfect.”

Daria chewed her lip for a moment before answering. “Well he has this fetish.”

“Ha! I knew it! What is it?”

“It’s really not that bad, honest.”

“What is it?”

“He likes to Eiffel tower.”

“Eiffel tower?” Cherilyn said so loud that it caught some of the other diner’s attention. She quickly covered by saying, “I’ve never been there, that sounds cool!” Daria giggled and Cherilyn lowered her voice, “But what does that even mean?”

“It means that while he’s doing me doggy style, he likes it when I’m sucking another guy.” She pulled out her phone and went to Urban Dictionary.com. She searched the term and handed her phone to Cherilyn.

“It says the guys high five while doing you. Do the guys ever do that?”

“I have no idea,” Daria responded. All I know is I’m getting fucked doggy style, which I love. If it makes him happy for me to suck a guy, that’s fine with me!”

“Wow,” Cherilyn said, “it sounds like a great situation for you.”

“Yeah,” Daria smiled.

“Where do the other guys come from?”

“That’s kind of the problem… Sometimes he can find a guy to join us and other times it’s hard. Plus, it’s nice if I actually like the guy.”

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

“Yeah, so I’m kind of in the market for a regular guy who likes to have his dick sucked.”

“I’ll keep my ear to the ground,” Cherilyn said with a smile. “I feel like that should be easy to find.”

“Thanks, you’re a good friend,” Daria winked.

“Just remember, you may be getting sloppy seconds from him.” She winked.

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t care… obviously!” Daria pushed her plate away from her. “I better get out of here,” she said.

“Why?”

“I want to go meet Ezra.”

The two women paid their bill and left the diner. They said goodbye and Cherilyn turned toward the subway to start her day. Daria walked toward her apartment building. She picked up the phone and called Ezra.

“Hi Ezra,” she said after he picked up.

“Hi Daria,” she could hear the smile in his voice. “What are you up to?”

“Not a lot. Just had breakfast with a friend.”

“Cool,” he said. He paused. “Do you want to do something with me?”

“Sure,” she said, trying not to appear too eager.

“What do you want to do?” he asked. So clearly he hadn’t planned on asking her to do something specific today, but now he was asking her. Did that mean he was eager to see her, too or did that mean he felt that now she was on the phone he had no choice but to ask her? But then again, he did answer. He could have just not answered the phone if he didn’t want to talk to her. Ugh! She was so good at over thinking things.

“I don’t care,” she replied, her brain a muddle of thoughts. “Do you want to go out and…” her voice trailed off. She had just eaten so going out to eat didn’t make sense.

He picked up on her hesitation and asked, “Do you want to go for a walk? We could go to Central Park?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” she smiled. They made arrangements to meet in an hour so she went home and took a shower. She put on minimal make up and comfortable but cute clothes. She was ready just in time to meet Ezra.

He was waiting for her when she arrived, which was no surprise. He tended to be a very punctual person. Her face split in a grin when she saw him and she practically fell into his arms. “Hi,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

“Hi,” she smiled and she raised her face to his and he kissed her lightly on the lips. She felt heat course through her right to her toes. Why did they meet at the park, she wondered? Oh yeah, she didn’t want him to feel like she was just interested in sex.

They walked hand in hand around the park, talking idly. They sat on a bench for a little while. She kept moving closer to his side until she was pressed against him. Then she turned and put her feet into his lap and he pulled her closer to him again. He had one hand on her ankle and he was running his fingers over her flesh. She was wearing pants but he was able to slip his fingers under them and trail them along her skin. The fire she felt earlier traveled from her ankle to her pussy this time. She wanted him so bad.

“Do you want to…” she wasn’t even sure what she was going to ask. Did she ask him to go back to her place? Did she try to invite herself to his?

After what she felt was an awkward pause, he asked, “Do I want to what?”

“Um,” she said, “I don’t know.” She blushed.

“Do I want to go back to my place?”

She grinned. She knew better than to play poker because all of her emotions were written on her face. “That would be okay.” They both knew she was downplaying her feelings.

He laughed and she blushed but she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. “I suppose it would be bad form to fuck you here, wouldn’t it?” She looked at him with surprise but he smiled and she returned his smile. “Let’s go.” He grabbed her hand and away they went. They took the subway to get to his house. It was standing room only so they stood with their arms wrapped around each other, her head resting on his shoulder. When he opened the door to his loft, the butterflies in her stomach began really flapping their wings. “You okay?” he asked. She could see him searching her face, trying to understand how she was feeling.

“I’m good,” she said with a smile. She couldn’t pinpoint why she felt so nervous.

“Good.” He pulled her to him and pressed their bodies together. They were practically nose to nose. He kissed her lightly on the lips and she parted her lips for him. Then he kissed her deeper, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He was exploring her mouth with his tongue and she opened herself completely up to him.

When their kiss ended, Daria was breathing heavily. She wanted him so badly but she wasn’t as nervous as she had been. “What did you want to do?” she asked.

“I want you,” he told her. “I want you in my bed.” He picked her up with surprising ease and carried her to the bedroom. Once he had put her back on her feet, he started undressing her. He took off her t-shirt first, then unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her capris were next. Once he had those off of her, he slipped her pink polka dotted underwear to the floor. She had already kicked off her shoes. He stood up and admired her. “You’re so beautiful,” he said with awe.

She blushed and said, “Thank you.”

He stood in front of her and kept his eyes on her as he undressed himself. His t-shirt was tossed on top of hers, his pants, and then his boxers. He had slipped his shoes off somewhere but she wasn’t paying any attention to them anyway.

“You’re sexy,” she said and he smiled. Then it was like a predator attacking his prey. He moved swiftly toward her, taking her right off her feet and placing her gently on the bed. He was on top of her, his right leg between her legs, his arms supporting his weight so that he wasn’t too heavy on her. He leaned in and kissed her.

This kiss ignited the passion inside her. Her toes curled and her heart raced. His tongue probed her mouth and her eyes fluttered closed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and curled her fingers in his hair. His graying hair was just long enough for her to run her fingers through. He broke their kiss and nibbled his way up her jaw line to just behind her ear. She felt fire flood through her when he gripped her neck between his teeth. He didn’t bite hard, but it was enough for her to practically lose her mind.

He pushed her legs further apart and slipped his cock inside her. He only thrust twice and then he pulled out. She groaned. “Nooo.”

“Patience, dear,” he said with laughter in his voice and she groaned again.

“But I want you inside me.”

“I know you do, but I would think you would rather me in you from behind.”

“Well,” she said and let her voice hiss out between her teeth, “that may be my preference, but I’ll take you inside me any way I can get.” She had a moment of panic when she wondered if she was being too forthcoming, but she squashed it down and looked up into his eyes. “Do you want to take me from behind?”

“Yes,” he said. “I’d love to.”

“Okay,” she said with a smile, “but you’ll have to get off of me if you want me to turn over.”

“I know,” he said but he didn’t get off of her immediately. Instead, he nibbled the other side of her jaw and down her neck. This time, he continued down onto her breast. Nipping the tender flesh of her large breasts made her groan but it was nothing compared to when he sucked gently on her nipples. She thought she was going to lose her sanity when he did that.

“Oh god, Ezra,” she moaned loudly. She could see a grin light up his eyes but his mouth was too busy with her nipples yet. “I want you so bad,” she said.

He let her nipple go and murmured, “Not yet, my sweet.”

She groaned in frustration but she knew what he was doing was for her benefit as well. By the time he did fuck her, she would be begging for it. Quite literally, with all likelihood. “Please fuck me,” she tried asking.

“Not yet,” he said and he bit her stomach. The bite wasn’t hard but it sent a flash of heat right to her pussy.

“Now?” she said only a moment later.

“Not yet,” he repeated and he bit harder a little bit lower. She gasped at the sudden sharp pain mixed with intense pleasure.

She waited a little longer before asking again, “Now?”

“Not yet,” he said and now he was nibbling on her shaved pubic mound. She forgot all pretense of asking when his lips closed over her clit. He sucked gently and her clit came right out of its hood. He flicked his tongue across it and she wanted to cum on the spot, but she wasn’t quite there yet. Not quite… Almost…

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Cherilyn Croom looked down at Blane and smiled. He was kneeling between her legs, having just made her orgasm. She was just finishing licking his cum off her fingers. She had been carefully scraping it off of her face where he had cum just a few minutes ago. Her pussy was still pulsing when he asked if she wanted to do it again. He had fucked her breasts, which she knew was one of his favorite things to do. He was definitely a breast man and she wasn’t opposed. But her thing was cum. So their arrangement had been perfect for them both. She grinned at him. “Are you really ready to go again?”

He looked up at her and stroked his cock. His face fell as he said, “No, not yet.”

She laughed and kissed him on the forehead. “You’ll be ready soon enough.” He nodded, but she could tell he was still stroking his cock, trying to get it hard.

“In any case, I had another idea.”

“A good idea?” he asked.

“My ideas are always good!” she said indignantly. He laughed and she smiled. “Anyway, I have to make a phone call.” He raised one eyebrow at her. “Trust me.”

“I do,” he said and he watched as she left the room.

When she came back a few minutes later, she said, “Ten minutes. Is that enough time for you to be ready for more sex?” She was feeling bold. She was high from her recent orgasm and the prospect of more cum. He was still stroking his cock slowly but he hadn’t successfully gotten hard again yet. “I’m going to get something to drink,” she called over her shoulder as she entered his kitchen. They were in Blane’s apartment and she had been there enough to feel comfortable helping herself to a glass of water. “Do you want something?” she called.

“You!” he yelled back. She laughed and shook her head. Of course he did. She got a glass of water and then dampened a paper towel. She cleaned the remains of his cum off her face and tossed the damp paper towel in the trash. She went back into the living room carrying her glass.

Blane was sitting on the couch, still slowly stroking his cock. She set down the glass and climbed on top of him. He stopped stroking his cock and put his hands on her hips. Her breasts were right in his face and he nipped at one of them. She groaned as his teeth bit lightly into her flesh. He nibbled his way to her nipple and bit more firmly. She closed her eyes and moved her head back, moaning.

He nibbled his way to her other nipple and she began to rock her hips against him. His cock was near her pussy but not in danger of slipping inside her. She could feel him though and he was starting to get hard. He would be ready in another few minutes, which was exactly what she wanted.

The doorbell rang and Blane jumped. “Who would be here at this time…” and then realization was written all over his face. “Who did you call?”

She just grinned at him and got down off his lap. She went over to the intercom and said, “Hello?”

“Hi, Cheri,” she heard and she pressed the buzzer to let her friend up.

“Who is it?” Blane asked.

“You’ll see,” she replied in a singsong voice.

He rolled his eyes at her. He knew there was no point in arguing when she was in a mood like this. So he waited, hunched over on the couch, subconsciously trying to hide his cock. Within a minute there was a knock at the door. Cherilyn looked through the peep hole and then unlocked the door. She stood behind it so that her naked body couldn’t be seen by someone in the hallway. In stepped a tall blonde woman. She was shapely, not too heavy, not too thin. Her beasts were huge though, at least DD. They were so big on her frame that most people thought they were fake, but Cherilyn knew that was false. “Hi,” Blane said.

“Hey, I’m Daria,” she said nervously. “Daria Dunlop.”

“Hi,” Blane repeated. Cherilyn laughed. Blane was naked on the couch and both he and Daria seemed ridiculously nervous.

“Daria, this is Blane. He had no idea you were coming.”

“Oh!” she seemed surprised by it. “I thought—I thought—” she stammered.

“I know, I know, I should have told you that he wasn’t expecting you and I should have told him someone was coming so he could put some clothes on, but I figured the point was to get naked, so I might as well just have us stay naked.” Cherilyn grinned. Daria grinned back. Blane still looked dumbfounded. Cherilyn walked over to Blane and pushed him so that he leaned back against the back of the couch. “Isn’t he cute?” she asked Daria.

“Yeah,” she replied. “Totally.” She slipped her shirt over her head and Blane’s cock twitched. Cherilyn saw it and turned her grin in his direction. He blushed. She tossed her shirt on the floor and took her bra off next. It fell on top of her shirt, but Blane wasn’t paying any attention by then. He was staring, open mouthed, at the stripping woman. Cherilyn was looking back and forth between the two of them, still grinning like an idiot.

She kept removing articles of clothing as she moved closer to him and by the time she stood in front of him, she was naked. Cherilyn had known Daria for a long time. They were good friends and occasional play partners, though usually in a 3some situation. Occasionally they played together just the two of them but not terribly often. While Daria had no problem playing with women, her favorite thing was doggy style and that was difficult to do with another woman. A strap on was an option they had used before but Cherilyn knew that it wouldn’t keep Daria happy forever.

Cherilyn moved to the side so Daria could come right up to Blane, who was now rock solid again. She took him in her hand and stroked him gently, getting to her knees.

He groaned as her mouth closed over his cock and put his head back on the couch, closing his eyes. He folded his hands behind his head. Cherilyn assumed that was because he didn’t want to be tempted to push on the back of Daria’s head since he didn’t know her at all. But he clearly had no issue with sucking him. Cherilyn watched and listened as his breaths became shorter and then Daria stopped abruptly and sat back on her heels.

“Tasty,” she giggled and Cherilyn smiled at her.

“I had a thought…” Cherilyn let her voice trail off.

“Oh?” Daria responded. Blane’s eyes popped open and he was looking intently at the two naked women before him.

“Well, I was thinking that Blane could take you doggy style,” Daria’s face split into a grin, “and I can be underneath, licking you while he fucks you.”

“Sounds good to me!” Daria said.

“Sure,” Blane said. Cherilyn knew that it didn’t involve Blane’s favorite thing but he was happy to oblige the two women anyway.

“Let’s go into the bedroom,” Cherilyn said. She was still calling the shots, even though they were in Blane’s apartment. Blane was letting her though.

The other two stood and the three of them trooped into the bedroom together. Blane flicked on the light and pulled the top cover off his bed. Cherilyn smiled. Blane was practical. It was easier to wash sheets than comforters. He tossed the blanket aside and Cherilyn crawled right onto the bed. She rolled over on her back, her head near the side of the bed. She motioned and Daria climbed on top of her. The women were in a 69 position, with Daria’s pussy right on top of Cherilyn’s face. Daria shuddered when Cherilyn flicked her tongue out and licked Daria’s clit. Then it was Cherilyn’s turn to shudder as Daria did the same.

Blane was enthralled with the view and it took him a minute to snap out of it and play his part. Cherilyn vaguely noticed the delay in his involvement but he soon stepped up and his balls were right in her face as she licked Cherilyn and he got ready to slip inside her. She was very wet and Cherilyn watched as Blane slipped easily into Daria. He began to fuck her hard and fast. She was rocking and moaning. Cherilyn used the momentum from above to help her lick Daria’s clit. It didn’t take long for Daria to abandon licking Cherilyn in favor of moaning and panting. Cherilyn knew Daria loved to be fucked hard and Blane must have figured that out by her reactions because he was letting her have it. Daria began to tremble and shake on top of Cherilyn and then she began to scream. Blane didn’t stop fucking Daria and Cherilyn didn’t stop licking Daria until she had essentially collapsed on top of Cherilyn. Then Cherilyn stopped, but Blane kept going until his own release. Since he had cum recently, it took him longer to spill his seed but Cherilyn waited patiently. Then Daria recovered enough to resume licking Cherilyn and she stopped paying attention to how long it took.

When Blane came, he groaned loudly and thrust hard three more times into Daria and then he held himself in her. Cherilyn felt all of his movements and pictured what he must look like in her head. When he froze, she opened her mouth, ready for the rush of cum that would be spilling out of Daria soon. When Blane pulled back, cum began to leak out of Daria’s pussy. Cherilyn eagerly lapped up the cum with a contented sigh. She felt her orgasm mounting and rode the high, licking Daria’s pussy and feeling Daria’s mouth on her clit. Cherilyn began rocking her hips subconsciously and soon the orgasm overtook her. She writhed beneath the other woman and finally went limp when she had cum and Daria had released Cherilyn’s clit from the assault of her tongue.

After Daria had climbed off, the three of them crawled to the head of the bed and held each other. Cherilyn was in the middle, gently stroking her two partners’ arms. “That was awesome,” Daria murmured. She sounded like she was close to sleep.

“Yeah, it was,” Cherilyn agreed.

“Definitely,” replied Blane. None of them talked about it but they all fell asleep and spent the night curled in each other’s arms.

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Blane Boehm was a baker. He loved his job. He loved making yummy foods to share with others. He enjoyed being in the kitchen and the warm smells that would come out of the oven when he had put something together. There was only one thing that could compete with his love of baking and that was breasts. Blane loved breasts. Small breasts, large breasts, medium breasts. Pointy nipples, flat nipples. Nipples that were the color of cream or as dark as the night sky. Blane just loved the way women’s nipples would perk up with a light touch or a gentle lick. He also loved how he could pinch and twist them and make a girl writhe in his arms. Nipples in particular were great, but even just gently massaging the sensitive flesh around them was his idea of perfection.

He had enjoyed having anal sex with Adalene the night before. They had enjoyed a lovely date prior, too. He was happy that he had met her but to him, there was no such thing as enough breasts. He wanted more, desperately wanted more. As luck would have it, he had a good friend who loved having her breasts played with. So he picked up his mobile phone and called her. Cherilyn Croom answered on the second ring.

“Hey,” he said, feeling somewhat awkward. Booty calls were not his forte.

“Hi Blane!” she said brightly.

“Hi Cherilyn.” He was being redundant and he knew it. He had already said hello. Maybe the natural reaction was because he couldn’t bring himself to use a nickname for her. Somehow, to him, it cheapened their what they had.

“What’s up?”

“Not much,” he said, quietly.

“What?” she said. The background noise on her end was loud enough that he figured she couldn’t hear well. He cleared his throat and started over.

“Hey, Cherilyn, what are you up to right now?”

“I’m out with some friends at the bar. What about you?”

“I am at home…” his voice trailed off.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah…” he felt uncertain, unsure. He knew what he had planned to ask her but now that they were on the phone it seemed so much harder.

“Do you want to come out to the bar?”

He hesitated. He didn’t really want to. He wanted to see her. He wanted to have his hands caressing every part of her body. But if she were out with her friends, would he really be able to convince her to cut her night short to come fool around with him? He shook his head. Unlikely. “Um, I could if you want.”

“Sure!” She told him which bar she was in and they said their goodbyes. He got up off the couch in his living room and went into the bedroom. What the hell did he wear to the Moon Room? What the hell kind of name was that for a bar anyway?

He picked out one of his nicer pairs of jeans and put them on with a button down t-shirt. He figured he looked nice enough. He put on dress shoes, wincing at his poor footwear choice before he even left his living room.

When he got to the bar, the group of girls wasn’t difficult to spot. Everywhere he looked there were groups of people, but he noticed that most of them were men. Why were there so many more men there than women? And then it hit him. They were at a bar that catered to men. Once his eyed adjusted to the dimness in the room, he realized that the women walking around with trays in their hands were wearing practically nothing. A thong and heels, he saw as one walked particularly close in passing. His eyes trailed up her long legs, over her bare ass, her hourglass hips, and her round globes. They were topless. How had he never heard of this place?!

Cherilyn and her friends had taken a corner of the bar and affixed themselves there. The bartender, one of the few male employees, it seemed, was paying them special attention and it was no wonder why.

Moving along the bar, Blane stood next to Cherilyn. “Hey,” he said loudly in her ear.

“Hey!” she said and she threw her arms around him. He wrapped his arms around her back and hugged her.

“What is this place?” he yelled.

“I know, it’s great, isn’t it? I knew you would like it here!”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me about this place?”

“I just found it recently, myself,” she screamed. “My friends brought me and it’s fantastic! The service is great!” Of course it is… you’re a group of girls in a mostly male bar. The male employees love you. He didn’t say any of that though. He just smiled at her and nodded. “Wanna dance?” she yelled and he nodded again.

They moved out onto the small dance floor and began to move. She writhed to the music, shaking her hips and ass but all Blane could look at were her breasts. After watching them for nearly a whole song, he was certain she wasn’t wearing a bra but he was itching to find out. Blane actually preferred women to wear bras. It was like wrapping a present. But if he got to see breasts, he wasn’t going to complain.

The dance floor wasn’t overly crowded as there weren’t that many women and men didn’t tend to dance by themselves. So they moved freely in time to the DJ until she was winded. “I need a drink!” she called and he followed her back to her spot at the bar. He came up behind her, pinning her with his hands. She was facing away from him and he could smell her hair. They were almost the same height.

“You looked beautiful out on the dance floor,” he said in her ear. He didn’t have to yell that close to her and he was pretty sure her friends couldn’t hear him. Blane could just make out the tint of pink that stained her cheeks at the comment. She was pressed against his chest and he couldn’t feel any bra lines. “Are you wearing a bra under there, my dear?” Her cheeks flamed red now. She turned around to face him.

“How did you know?”

“I know you too well, Cherilyn.” Now they had to yell to be heard.

“Do you want to get out of here?” she asked. He nodded, a malicious grin on his face. Her return grin said that she knew exactly what he wanted.

He released her from the bar and she talked to one of her friends before grabbing her stuff from the under the bar where she had stashed it. Then she motioned for Blane to follow her.

When they were out in the cool air, she asked, “Did you drive?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Good, I didn’t.” She followed him to his car in the quiet of the evening. “God it was loud in there, wasn’t it?” she giggled. It was cute.

“Yeah, it was. But it was a nice place. I liked it.”

“I thought you would,” she said when they had maneuvered themselves into the car. “I would have just met you at your place when you called, but I knew you would want to see the bar.” Her demeanor was bubbly but then it turned serious, “I’m glad you came out.”

“Me too,” Blane remarked as he pulled out of the spot and began to drive home. “My place?” he asked belatedly.

“Sure,” she said. “You just want me anywhere you can take my top off.”

“I won’t deny that,” he said.

She laughed. “At least you’re honest.” Their voices were loud in the enclosed space of the car. Neither of them could adjust from being in the club. “I could distract you,” she said and he could hear in her voice that she was winking, even if he was focused on the road.

“Oh really?” he said.

“I could…” Cherilyn let her voice trail off.

“I’m not sure that would be wise,” he advised. “I am incredibly horny as it is and I am desperate to rip your clothes off.”

“Might be a bad idea then,” she agreed and she let the subject drop. Blane’s apartment wasn’t too far away and in the blink of an eye, they were pulling into the underground garage. As soon as he put the car in park, she said, “All bets are off now,” and he could see her wink this time.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked and he watched as she pulled her shirt up around her waist exposing her creamy skin. She swiveled around in her seat as she took her shirt off and began to climb over to the driver’s seat. “I don’t think is going to be quite as sexy as you think…” he started to say but she got the message when the horn started blaring.

“They always make it look so hot on TV,” she pouted.

He laughed and she blushed. He smoothed her hair back behind her ear. “It’s cute, though. And I really love how you’re blushing now.”

“Er, thanks,” she said. She sounded shy and awkward suddenly.

“But now that you have your shirt off, what if I did this…” He took her shirt from the seat, opened the car door, and tossed it as far as he could. It was only maybe ten feet from the driver’s side door, but for her to get out on the passenger’s side…

“I—” she stammered. “Why did you do that?!”

“Because I want to watch your breasts bounce as you run out there to get it.”

She rolled her eyes. “Blane!” He laughed again and she blushed deeper. She craned her neck to see out of the car as far as she could, trying to see if anyone else was in the garage. It was hard to see in his low car though. She finally gave an exasperated sigh and got out of the car. She opened the door slowly, and held her arms across her chest.

“Oh come on,” he called, “let me see your tits bounce!”

She rolled her eyes again but there was a hint of a smile forming at the corners of her mouth and she dropped her hands to her sides. She kept scanning the garage for signs of other people. He knew she had forgotten that there would be video cameras in the garage. She jogged quickly to where her shirt was and held it over her chest so that she wasn’t bare. When she got back in the car, she was grinning.

“You look happy,” he smirked at her.

She shoved his arm in a move that was very ‘little sister,’and said, “Oh, come on. You did that on purpose.”

“Yes, yes, I did,” He said, his smile widening. “It was fun to watch you get all embarrassed. And I would be willing to bet that if I slipped my hand down here,” He dipped his hand into the waistband of her jeans, “I would find that you are dripping wet.” It was satisfying to know that he was correct.

Her blush, which had begun to fade, came back in full force. “Okay, you got me there. Now can we get inside so we can get on with it?” She was apparently too embarrassed to say have sex or fuck. Her attempt at innocence was endearing.

“Yes, we can,” he said and he stepped out of the car. She scrambled to get her top back on and then followed him to the elevator and up to his apartment. She was right on his heels when he opened the door. Two feet inside, she took charge. Her shirt came back off and she pinned Blane against the wall. He let her and began to fondle and pinch her breasts. He was squeezing hard and Cherilyn was moaning. He pushed her back enough that he could get his own shirt off and then they were skin to skin. She felt as soft as she looked.

She nibbled on his earlobe, his neck, his collarbone. She was quickly working her way down his body and he felt powerless to stop her. When she got to his jeans, she unzipped them deftly and slid them down to his ankles. His boxers were next and he sprung free, already hard as a rock for her. She moaned softly next to his skin and her breath vibrated softly against him. “Oh Blane,” she crooned and she took his cock into her mouth. His love of breasts was on par with her love of cum. She didn’t suck him long because she knew that he didn’t want to cum in her mouth. They both knew exactly what he wanted.

She stood up and moved into the living room. He quickly shed the rest of his clothes on the floor in the foyer and followed her. He winced as he got out of the dress shoes that pinched his feet. She sat down on the couch, naked now that she had had a moment to ditch her own clothes. She was pressing her breasts together and he knew that they were exactly on the same page. He moved right up to her and bent his knees a little. It gave him perfect access to her breasts and his cock slid between them. As he came up, she flicked her tongue out to lick the tip of his cock. He groaned. This was perfect. It was exactly what he wanted.

Blane began to fuck her breasts quickly. He was still well lubricated from her sucking his cock. With her constantly licking his head, he was able to stay slick enough to slide easily. He was grunting and she was moaning and within a very short amount of time, he was ready to cum. “I’m going to cum,” he grunted, punctuating each word with a thrust and she kept licking, her eyes closed, her breaths coming quickly.

As the first spurt of cum hit her in the face, she moaned. Each splash of cum against her skin made her moan again. He threw his head back and thrust a few more times until he was totally spent and then he stopped. She let her breasts go and he took a step backward to regain his balance. He looked down at her. Cherilyn’s face was covered in his cum. She had caught some of it on her tongue, but her cheeks, nose, and forehead had cum on them too. She smiled up at him, opening her eyes slightly to see him watching her.

“You look beautiful,” he said. The words left his mouth without permission, but they were out there now. He didn’t want to lead Cherilyn on. He wasn’t in love with her, he just loved seeing her covered in cum. It was a very attractive quality.

“Thank you,” she murmured and she used her tongue to lick off whatever cum she could. When she couldn’t get any more, she started using her finger to wipe the cum from her face into her mouth. His cock has gone soft after his orgasm but he could feel it twitch as he watched her. He got down on his knees and he began to lick her clit. She was moaning loudly and rocking her hips on the couch as she sucked his cum off of her fingers.

She came very quickly, screaming as she did. He licked her until she pushed him away and then he rocked back on his heels, a smile on his face, and said, “Want to do it again?”

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Adalene Ashland was not your average woman. She had bright blue hair and no one knew what her eye color was because she was constantly wearing color changing contacts. If it weren’t for those features, she would be pretty average—average height, average weight. Just a normal girl from Iowa. As an artist, she was able to keep her crazy hair and eye colors and do what she liked. She had very few restrictions on her appearance. Her favorite form of art was painting but she had recently decided to broaden her horizons. After she moved to New York City, she became interested in performance art. She had gone to a small theater and seen people talking about their lives in performance and it was fascinating. She wanted to share her story with the world. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, the story of her life was not appropriate for all audiences. In fact, her life wasn’t suitable for most audiences.

While Adalene kept a regular job and looked like a relatively regular person for NYC, she had an obsession. Asses. Her own, in particular. She loved having her ass licked, fingered, fucked, whatever she could get.

Today, she had a date she had been looking forward to for days. His name was Blane Boehm and he was truly unique. Blane had red hair and hazel eyes. He was short and carried some extra weight. Adalene supposed that being short didn’t win him any favors with girls, but she really liked him. They had been out together once before and she had really enjoyed seeing him. He was smart and funny. He would be a good companion in and out of the bedroom, though at the moment, all Adalene could think of was the bedroom. She wanted to get Blane into her bedroom so bad she could taste it. But she had to sit through dinner with him first.

She put on a baby blue bra and matching thong and covered them with a little black cocktail dress. She put three inch heels on, knowing it would make her tower over Blane. She grabbed her purse and was ready to go. It was warm this time of year and she had no need of a coat, even though she knew the restaurant could sometimes be too chilly. She figured Blane would help her out if she got cold. Truth be told, she was so worked up about what might happen after dinner that she wasn’t worried about how warm she was.

She arrived at the upscale restaurant five minutes early. True to his nature, Blane was already there. He held the door open for her when she approached and then followed her in. When they were inside the restaurant, he turned and gave her an awkward peck on the cheek. She batted her eyelashes at him and hugged him, putting her face down into the crook of his neck. She lightly kissed him and felt him shudder. “Careful now,” he chided, “you’ll make me want to skip dinner.”

“I already want to skip dinner,” she whispered in his ear and she could almost see the wheels working in his head trying to decide if that was truly appropriate or not. He must have decided it was not appropriate because he stepped back, took her hand, and led her to the hostess station.

“Ready?” the perky hostess asked.

“Yes,” he said and they followed her to a table. Dinner was predictably enjoyable, even if she was so ready to be in bed with Blane. Adalene had picked at her food enjoying the conversation, but ready to be done with the meal. When the check was finally paid, she nearly jumped out of her seat. “Relax, babe,” he laughed and she blushed.

“Sorry, I’m just so ready to be home.”

“I understand,” he said. “Though, I was thinking maybe we wouldn’t go home.”

She raised one eyebrow at him and he pulled the key card to a hotel out of his pocket. “Where is that to?”

“The hotel around the corner.” Her eyes widened. That was an expensive hotel. He must have booked it for the night, too, since she knew it wouldn’t be available by the hour.

“I thought we were just going to go back to my place.” The words tumbled out before she could stop them. They hadn’t talked about it at all, actually. She knew that he would walk her to her door because he was that type of gentleman. She thought that she would make sure he came inside and then she could have her way with him but he had thrown her off by getting this hotel room.

He grinned at her. “I didn’t know you were so eager, Miss Ashland.”

She blushed and smiled shyly. “I know. I am just so ready,” she whispered. His grin widened and he took her by the hand.

“Come on,” he said and they walked toward the hotel.

“I don’t have anything with me.”

“You don’t need anything,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. He guided her right to the elevator and up they went. Her head was spinning. This change had really thrown her off her axis. He put the key card into the door at the end of the hallway and the two entered one of the most plush hotel rooms she had ever seen. She kept her shoes on, but she could tell from the way the carpet squished under her feet, it was incredibly soft. The bed was king sized and when she sat down on it, she sank into it.

“Oh,” she groaned. “This is so soft.”

“I know,” he said, even though he wasn’t sitting on the bed. “I checked in a few hours before dinner.” He opened a door into an adjoining room and revealed tile that meant it was a bathroom. “Come,” he said simply and she did. There were rose petals everywhere. He smiled at the wondrous expression on her face and then began filling the whirlpool tub.

“Wow,” she said, “this is truly impressive.”

“I know,” he said. “Isn’t this better than going home?” he winked. She nodded and he smiled and turned away. “Let’s get you undressed,” he said once the tub was filling. He kissed me lightly on the neck and she groaned as he slipped the straps from her shoulders.

“Oh, Blane,” she moaned as he kissed her bare shoulders. “Please,” she began to beg, but she wasn’t even sure what exactly she was begging for.

He slipped the straps down and the dress began to lower toward the floor. He was able to slip it down over her hips and she stepped out of it. She felt clumsy in doing so, but he didn’t seem to notice. Then he unhooked her bra and she could feel Blane’s body change as air was quickly expelled from his lungs at the sight. She didn’t know what was so special about her breasts, but apparently he liked them. “You are beautiful,” he said as he cupped her breasts in his hand, his thumbs tracing the darker brown of her nipples and making them pucker. She moaned in response, barely able to keep standing with the way he was manipulating her nipples.

He stopped and pulled back enough to give him room to undress. She watched, seemingly stunned as he did so. It was as though she was immobilized. She wanted to touch him, but she didn’t. She just stood there, watching him. He took his shirt off and unveiled his chest, hairy with a somewhat rounded stomach. She found it very attractive. She wanted to run her fingers through the hair he had revealed. When he moved forward to touch her again, she broke the spell that had her frozen and she touched him. His chest was just as soft as she imagined it. She ran her fingers through the light hair and leaned against him.

“Oh, Blane,” she moaned. Her hands trailed to his waist and began to undo his pants. He wasn’t stopping her and when she fumbled with the clasps and zippers, he helped. Soon they were both completely naked and standing in the bathroom that was rapidly steaming up. The hot water and their heavy breathing contributed to the atmosphere of the room.

“Oh, Adalene,” he crushed her against him and she went willingly. Even after having removed her shoes, she was just a bit taller than him. He lowered his head slightly and rested it on her chest. She ran her fingers through his soft hair and down his back. When they finally let go, they were both ready to get into the bath tub. He was rock solid and pressing against her pubic mound. She pulled back first and grasped him in one hand.

“Well, aren’t you excited?” she winked. She was regaining control of the situation now that they were naked. It may not the place she had envisioned it, but it was certainly something she had fantasized about.

“I am,” he said. He slipped one hand down toward her pussy and his finger slid along her slit easily. “As are you,” he grinned.

She grinned back. “I am,” she echoed.

“What is it you want?” he asked.

“I want you to fuck my ass,” she breathed, almost afraid of his reaction. It was an awkward thing, telling a guy that you couldn’t get off without something in your ass. So she held her breath while she waited for his reply.

“Really?” he seemed surprised, but certainly not displeased.

“Really,” she confirmed. She blushed. “I just, really like it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” he said, smiling broadly.

“I certainly don’t think so,” she replied.

“Is that something we can do in the tub?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m sure it is,” she replied. “Let’s find out for sure, shall we?”

“Sure,” he said. “But first…” he let his voice trail off. He guided her over to the bathtub, which was now mostly full, and gestured for her to enter. She stepped into the warm water and groaned with appreciation. “Bend over,” he directed and she did, placing her hands on the far side of the tub. Her ass was open to him in that position and he climbed into the bathtub behind her. He knelt down on the floor and was eye level with her ass. “So, you want me to fuck your ass,” he said, but she could tell it was something he expected a reply to.

“Yes, I do,” she hissed eagerly. She could feel her pussy pulsing with excitement.

“I think I should make sure you are ready first,” he said with a glimmer of excitement.

“That would be nice,” she replied. She felt him spread her ass cheeks, his face level with her puckered hole. She knew that she was tight but not so tight that he couldn’t slip a finger into her. He slid a finger along her slit and collected enough of her juices to allow for easy passage into her ass. She groaned as she felt him stretch her.

“I think you like this,” he said with a chuckle.

“I do,” she replied, but anything else she may have said was cut short by the fact that he was fingering her ass more vigorously now. He pulled his finger out, pushed it in, added a second finger, and repeated the process. By the time she had collected any thoughts, he had pulled his fingers out of her and was spreading her cheeks wide again. “Please fuck me,” she begged.

“Not yet,” he said, but she could tell from the sound of his voice that it wouldn’t be long until he did fuck her.

“Soon?” she asked, still borderline on begging.

“Soon,” he confirmed. He slipped his tongue down the crack of her ass and flicked it across the puckered star. She groaned and he could feel her nearly collapse, but he held her up. “You certainly like that,” he said. Again, he made a statement but his tone suggested that he expected a response.

“Yes, I do,” she moaned, her face very close to the water, leaning over.

“Good,” he said and he did it again. This time, he pushed his tongue a little further into her ass hole and she shuddered again. He began to lick, hard and fast, against her puckered hole and she began to buck back against him. But without warning, he stopped. He gripped her hips, stood up, and shoved his hard cock into her ready ass hole.

“Oh god! Blane!” she screamed when he did and he froze, suddenly. She wasn’t sure why he had stopped except that she realized the sound she made could be easily misinterpreted as one of pain. She started to squirm and buck back against him and he got the picture. She pushed back, he pushed forward, and before either of them realized it, he was bucking harder against her, about to cum.

He grunted as the cum boiled up from his balls and into her ass. She moaned as she felt him pulse inside her. She bucked back against him a few times before he managed to grab hold of her hips and keep her from bucking. She continued to rock back and forth though. “Stop, stop, please,” he groaned and she did, but she wasn’t the slightest bit satisfied. She needed a lot more than that to satisfy her.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” she asked him and he smiled. She had been fairly certain he had.

“How could I say that I didn’t, when that would so obviously be a lie?”

“I don’t know,” she murmured. “I guess you wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t,” he agreed. “But there are some things I would do…” he let his voice trail off and he slipped his cock from her ass and sat down into the water. He reached one hand between her legs, slickened his fingers with her juices, and began to slip his fingers up to rub her clit. The volume and intensity of her moans increased as his tongue sought out her ass again.

She bucked against him as his fingers rubbed her clit and his tongue probed her ass. “Oh god, oh please, Blane!” She was begging again but this time she knew what she was begging for. She wanted release. She wanted to cum. And thank goodness he was going to make that happen! She could feel her orgasm burning at her core, her pussy clenching. She wanted to feel him inside her again but she knew that was wishful thinking for the moment. She would have to wait.

After what felt like an eternity, she felt her orgasm bubble to the surface and explode within her. She was bucking and rocking and he was persistently rubbing her clit with his fingers and his face was still buried in her ass.

“Oh, Blane!” she screamed and shuddered and collapsed. He caught her and they sunk together into the nice warm water of the bathtub.

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