The Love Left Behind

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This is a collaboration – my partner in crime preferring to remain in the shadows. This is primarily her fantasy with some additions and restructuring by me. I think it’s a lovely story and I hope you like it as well. Let us know what you think. Enjoy!


From the journal of Richard Hamilton:

Today I had what many would consider an epiphany — a moment of clarity and understanding of the universe around me that I think in the end will be my greatest legacy…my greatest gift to the two people I love the most — my wife and my son.

I was taking the sun today outside by the pool. It was a pretty day and I felt better than most days and I enjoyed watching my wife, Claire and our son, Johnny swimming and cutting up in the pool. Even though my days are numbered, I thank God for each and every day that I’ve been blessed to be with Claire. I sometimes wonder how I ever became so lucky to have such a beautiful woman as my wife.

I know what Claire would say, She’d roll her eyes and said, “Because you knocked me up, you dirty old man!” That’s true — it had been a bit of a scandal…she was working in my office as a receptionist, fresh out of high school and barely eighteen and so damned sexy and even though I was ten years her senior, I pursued her, landed her in bed and got her pregnant. We loved each other, so that didn’t matter much, even though her parents weren’t all that happy about it, but we got married while she was barely showing and we’ve had a bit over eighteen years of sheer happiness.

Still as I watched her climb from the pool, I’m still amazed that I’m married to such a gorgeous creature. Wearing only a tiny, red bikini, her sexy body was almost completely on display — tall, with long blonde hair and green eyes, Claire is blessed with huge breasts that seem even bigger when contrasted with her slender waist. Her motherly and toned hips help accentuate her delicious figure…she is a sex goddess brought to life. Even from across the pool, her breasts drew the eye and her nipples, thick and hard, stood out against the wet material of her bikini top.

She said something to our son and I turned my attention to him and again felt blessed. Johnny is a wonderful young man and I’m proud to be his father. Bright and athletic, he’s already breaking school girls’ hearts with a strong, muscular body — I was never as good looking as he is — try as I might, I never had six-pack abs like he does. Claire refers to his athletic body as ripped.

As Claire turned to reach down for something near her pool towel, she showed off her luscious ass cheeks, the thong of her bikini bottom disappearing up the crack of her ass, leaving only the small covering stretched across her mound. I felt a twitch in my own shorts as her sexy body called to me. Then I glanced at my son and smiled as I see him staring at his mother too — eyes almost gleaming with lust and appreciation for Claire’s sexy shape. As she rose up and walked around to the deepest end of the pool, Johnny’s eyes followed her swaying ass and jiggling breasts and a glance at my son’s lap as he sat on the edge of the pool, legs dangling into the water, I could see more than a hint that he was responding physically to her. My cock got a little harder as I comprehended that my son had an erection over his own mother.

Claire dove into the pool and Johnny was quick to follow. Quickly, they came together, horsing around, grabbing at each other, trying to dunk each other’s head. No doubt, my son was copping a few not so innocent feels of his mother’s lush body and as she squealed with laughter, I wonder if she noticed the bulge in his trunks or if she felt it against her as they played and wrestled in the water. I shivered with excitement and think back to my own mother and my own fantasies.

The summers of my youth were spent on the lake on an old ratty houseboat my dad bought at a police auction. Mom was a school teacher and had most of two months free as did I while Dad worked as supervisor of a construction firm — mostly out of town for weeks at a time. During summer, Mom and I would virtually live on the houseboat, Dad joining us most weekends.

Other than the years I’ve had with Claire, it was the best time of my life. For days at a time, Mom and I would be anchored in some small cove of the lake, spending our time swimming, fishing, reading and in general, taking it easy. In the warm humid weather, clothing was always at a minimum — me going mostly in swim trunks or jean cutoffs, rarely wearing a shirt. Mom liked jean cutoffs and halter tops — usually in the evenings or if we were going to the docks for groceries, but when we were out alone, Mom was rarely dressed in more than a bikini — spending a lot of time working on her tan or just lounging about.

Oh yeah, I had it good…I have what seems like years of erotic memories of Mom — her short, full figured body a dark tan — 36D breasts looking huge on a woman who only stood an even five feet tall, escort bostancı stretched out on the deck of our houseboat, letting the sun soak into her, removing her top to tan those heavy beauties while I was banished below deck — even though we both knew I would constantly be peeking at her.

Yes, Mom knew she had a special admirer and was a constant flirt with me, being casual and even lewd sometimes in how she showed off her body to me, knowing it made me almost crazy with lust. She never seemed to mind being my number one masturbatory fantasy and had to know I was jacking off several times a day over her lovely body, often into her soiled panties and bikini bottoms.

At night, with no television, we’d listen to the radio and sometimes dance — fast dances with which I’d get an exciting show of Mom’s huge tits bouncing about — sometimes bouncing right out of her tops. I would laugh and goggle at her breasts while she just giggled and scooped them back into the halter or bikini top. Other times, we dance cheek to cheek to slow tunes, our both half naked bodies pressed together, me aware of Mom’s hard nipples poking through her top against my usually shirtless chest and Mom aware of my swollen erection pressing insistently against her stomach.

I’d like to say that Mom and I yielded to our urges, but in truth, it never happened. We were close — probably more intimate than most married couples, but nothing beyond some less than innocent touching occurred. I lost Mom and Dad to a car accident when I was twenty-one and over the years since, I’ve come to the conclusion that Mom was waiting on me to make the first move — to let me make the truly momentous decision that we’d be lovers. I confess that it feels me with regret that I never knew the wonder of making love to my mother.

Somewhere along the line as I recalled those wonderful days, I slipped off into sleep — something I do more and more as the tumor progresses and I suddenly am back on that old houseboat, dancing slowly with Mom, her arms around my neck and her breasts pressed against my chest, her dark brown eyes staring soulfully up at mine. The intensity of the dream is almost overwhelming. I am aware of my erect penis — trapped inside my swim trunks and pressing against Mom’s bare stomach and so hard, it hurts. Mom is wearing a skimpy string bikini, its white fabric standing out so clearly in contrast to Mom’s dark skin.

“Oh, Mom,” I whisper. “It’s been so long!” In the dream I seem to be young again, but with a lifetime of memories and regret.

Mom smiles up at me, one hand moving to toy with my now again long hair. “I’ve missed you too, son.” She wriggles against me a little, making it clear that she feels and likes my cock hard against her. “I’ve missed this thing too.”

Mom stands up on tip-toe and gives me a gentle kiss on the mouth, her tongue brushing lewdly over my lips. “Soon, we’ll back together for all time and maybe, Richard, this time you won’t be so afraid to realize your fantasies.” Mom grinds herself against me again.

I moan with delight as I comprehend what she’s saying and then I moan again — this time in dismay, as I hear the true ramifications of what she’s saying. “You mean…Mom, I’m going to…”

Mom gives me a sad little smile and replies, “Yes, son. The tumor is almost big enough to kill you now…but don’t be sad. You’ll be coming back to me.”

I feel strangely unafraid hearing my mother predicting my coming death and I say, “So, is this heaven?”

Mom gives me a smile full of secret knowledge and promise. “Heaven is where you go when you were the happiest. When the time comes, I’ll be here waiting for you and we can be what we were both too timid to be in the last life.” Mom raises up on her toes to kiss me again — this time, offering me her tongue and kissing me as she would a lover.

“I can hardly wait, Mom…if only…” I left the rest unsaid, torn between the possibility of becoming Mom’s lover and the certain eventuality of leaving my beloved Claire and my son behind.”

Mom nodded and said, “I know, it’s painful, but Claire and Johnny will still have each other. They are so close already…as close as you and I were all those years ago.” Mom looked up at me and with eyes full of mischief said, “And they could be even happier if maybe, maybe they had a little push.”

I felt my mouth open in surprise and said, “You mean…”

Mom kissed me one more time and then as my dream world began to gray out, she said, “Imagine what might have happened if we’d had a little encouragement…”

Suddenly I was awake — feeling hot, sweaty and very horny — my cock fully erect in my shorts. I looked around the back yard — spotting Johnny and Claire sitting next to each other on the far edge of the pool, both slightly turned to face each other — Claire grinning and laughing at something our son was saying, reaching out to flick away some bug on his shoulder, her fingers slightly ümraniye escort caressing his tanned and muscular arm, seeming oblivious to Johnny’s stares at her mostly exposed breasts.

For a long moment I watched my son and wife and recognized from their postures, their hesitant gestures and brief contacts — skin brushing skin, I recognized them from my own long ago days with my mother. It was at the moment that I had my epiphany. My affairs were all in order — Claire and Johnny would be fine after my death, financially, but I suddenly comprehended that I had something even more important I could leave them…


I watched as my son climbed to his feet, awkwardly trying to face away from me in an attempt to hide the obvious bulge in his swim trunks. I felt a flush spread over my face and chest as I made no attempt to look away — instead, studying his erection as best I could — trying to envision its size. Johnny’s face was bright red as well it should have been after constantly staring at my breasts and butt all afternoon long and I very much doubt some of those accidental touches of his hands were really accidental.

Part of me is shocked and ashamed that I am actually aroused by my son’s frank and hungry looks. And to be honest, that’s just the tip of the iceberg. I feel a delicious, yet shameful shiver course through me every time I close my eyes and recall finding a fresh, still warm pool of semen in my black French cut bikini panties when I went to do a load of laundry just a few days ago and literally going to my knees as I was suddenly so turned on, I had to plunge my fingers into my suddenly hot and wet pussy and masturbate on the spot, cumming with one hand while the other slipped in and through his thick load of sperm.

I know that for a while now, Johnny had been looking at me differently — that when his friends were over, their favorite activity was hanging out eyeing me. I could have dressed like an old Amish woman and I don’t think it would’ve mattered. Not much I can do to disguise these huge tits of mine — I’m just proud that these huge DD breasts are still pretty firm at the age of thirty-six. I don’t wave them in the boys’ faces, but I’m not really conservative either — favoring low cut sweaters that fit tightly and show off my best features. Same with my ass — it’s not tiny, but is a motherly, heart shaped butt — still firm if a bit full. It excited me that my son was staring at me like any other man…maybe even more so because was my son. It scared me too. Sometimes the looks he gives me are those of a man starving and about to take what he wants no matter the consequences.

Looking up, I saw Johnny talking to his father — Richard smiling and Johnny with a bit of a confused look on his face. My heart ached when I thought that my beloved husband won’t be here much longer, but the anger and frustration are behind me now…mostly, leaving this heartache and acceptance. For four years, we’ve battled his brain tumor — halting its progress for a while, but he’s been given his final prognosis. Barring spontaneous remission, sometime in the next few months, it will grow and destroy a key blood vessel in Richard’s brain, triggering a stroke or embolism that will be fatal. It’s been no real consolation that this thing isn’t causing any direct pain or suffering — Richard is mostly normal, only tiring more quickly than he used to.

Richard and our son turned and looked at me and for a moment, I sensed that both were giving me a lusty once over. It made my nipples stiffen in delight and I wondered what Richard was saying while Johnny nodded in agreement. I waved and lifted myself onto my feet, wondering what their reaction was to see my huge breasts hanging down, threatening to snap the strings of my bikini top. As I walked towards them, Johnny gave me a wave and then beat a retreat through the patio door. It might have been my imagination, but I thought there was still a bulge in his swim trunks.

Richard scooted over on the oversize lounger — its strong redwood capable of supporting a small town atop its cushions. “Now what were you two chattering on about?” I asked my husband as I curled up into him — his sun baked skin feeling warm against mine. While not as ripped as our son and fighting the middle-aged paunch, Richard was still a good looking man.

“Well…” Richard began, his voice full of amusement, “Your son was telling me how all his friends are in love with his mother.”

“Omigod!” I groaned, burying my face against his arm. “He didn’t.” I tried to sound embarrassed, but I was secretly more than pleased and I felt the heat between my legs increase a hundred fold.

Richard laughed and replied, “I told him that it was okay, I mean, who wouldn’t be struck by your mom’s beauty and her mature, voluptuous body. It isn’t every day that you see such lovely wide hips and massive breasts on a woman with a slender waist and a tight stomach.”

I punched my husband playfully kartal escort bayan on the chest and said, “Richard, you didn’t talk like that to our son!”

Richard grinned and leaned over and kissed me on the lips. “Sure I did, Claire. You’re a gorgeous woman — even your son appreciates that and besides — you’re so full of life and love, who wouldn’t feel happy and grateful just to spend time with you?”

I felt a fresh wave of love for my man and also a little excited…my husband and my son talking about me! Feeling a bit like teasing him, I replied, “So what…you two were both checking me out?”

“You damn betcha, honey. Wearing that sinful little bikini on a body like yours, any man would have to check you out, even if are his mom. Johnny’s not blind — he knows his mom is the hottest, sexiest woman in town.”

I felt my face burning as I suddenly wondered, did Richard notice Johnny checking me out earlier. Did he, God forbid, notice Johnny’s not so accidental groping my tits while we were in the water? Lamely, I tried to deflect Richard’s words. “Oh, that’s just sick, honey! I’m Johnny’s mom — he doesn’t notice me like that!”

Richard laughed and said, “Sure he does — he’s a man now. It’s not sick, it’s normal — I’d be worried if he didn’t notice how sexy his big titty Mom was. It’s just normal for a boy.” He paused, glancing off towards the pool where Johnny and I had been cavorting. “All boys think about their mother like that at one point or another,” he said in a quieter voice.

I shivered and climbed out of the lounger. I held out my hand and said, “And maybe husbands think about their wives too, huh?”

Richard was still staring off at the pool blankly and said, “Do you think Johnny’s up to being the man of the house once I’m gone?”

I felt a splinter of pain tear through my heart. “You’re not going anywhere, Richard Hamilton.”

The anguish in my voice pulled Richard’s attention back to me. He smiled up at me. “I plan on staying as long as I can, Claire, but there’ll be a day soon when it’ll be just you and Johnny. Do you think he’s ready to be the man of the house?”

I bit my lower lip and shivered, wondering how my husband truly meant that question or if he knew how loaded it was. “We both know Johnny’s grown up to be a fine young man.”

“Do you find him handsome, Claire? I mean, from a woman’s point of view, do you think our son is handsome?”

Again, I wondered what Richard was driving at…was he trying to make an accusation in a roundabout way? I reached down and took his hand and began tugging. “He’s my son, you perv!” I giggled nervously. “You’ve really got to clean up that dirty mind of yours!” I pulled Richard to his feet and led him inside. “Let’s get cleaned up and start thinking about dinner.”

Hand in hand, we walked inside and headed for the stairs. Halfway up, we met Johnny coming down, looking handsome in his tight jeans and a dress shirt, still partly unbuttoned, offering a hint of his mature and muscular chest. My eyes roamed appreciatively over his body even as I felt my son’s eyes on mine. I felt a wave of self-consciousness sweep over me as I suddenly felt almost naked in my tiny bikini.

I fell back behind Richard as we met to give him room to get by. Richard slapped him on the shoulder and said, “Going out, son?”

Johnny paused, causing his father to stop as well and his gaze moves back and forth between Richard and myself — quick glances at his father and more lingering ones at me, his eyes constantly drawn down to my barely concealed breasts. My nipples, already hard, pulsed excitedly, betraying at least to myself the arousal I felt at being looked at so…so frankly. “Gonna head out with the guys, Dad…just go cruising.”

Richard grinned and said, “Uh huh. We know what you horn dogs are cruising for, don’t we, Claire?” He turned and shot me a knowing wink.

I cast my eyes down, unable to bear both men looking at me. I felt my skin burning with the return of a sexual flush. “Try not to stay out too late, son,” I murmured.

I chanced a glance up only to see Johnny staring at me with something akin to naked lust. “Sure, Mom,” he replied, something almost frightening in his tone. He moved on down the steps, his hand brushing against my thigh even as his upper arm somehow brushed the edge of my breast — bare skin gently kissing the bared area of my breast spilling out of the bikini top. I stifled a moan even as he paused below me, feeling his eyes now roaming over my near naked ass cheeks.

“So what’re you guys up tonight?” He asked, watching us move on up the steps. “Playing horsey?”

I gasped and turned around quickly, making my breasts inadvertently roll about wildly as I snapped, “Johnny Hamilton, shame on you!” ‘Playing horsey’ is an old and I had thought forgotten joke in our house from when Johnny as a five year old had burst into our bedroom one evening while Richard and I were fucking after we’d thought he’d gone to sleep. The lights were on and Richard was fucking me doggy style and suddenly there was our son looking at us with confusion for a moment and then before we could stop, he grinned with amusement and cried out, “Daddy — you’re playing horsey with Mommy!”

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The Night

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It started out as a quiet Saturday. I was laying in the living room watching television and enjoying the fact that nobody was home. Clicking through the channels I found a interesting movie. It was the usual guy flick. Full of explosions and half dressed women. After about 20 minutes of this I started feeling the urges and the heat in my sweats. Looking at the clock it would be about a hour before my sister got home and about 2 before Mom. So I decided to take care of the throbbing of my cock.

I took out my hot throbbing cock and slowly slid a finger around the opening. Running my precum up and down my shaft. Closing my eyes I could see my sister and her friend standing before me. Their shirts were open to allow me to see their hot young breasts pressing against the thin fabric of their bras. Pumping my hard cock without mercy I imagined my sister taking me in her mouth, sucking me deep. While her friend sucked on my hot balls and gently pushed on my ass.

I was so close to cumming, my cock expanded in my hand and right as I was about to feel the release of my cum I heard the key opening the door. Quickly I covered myself up and tried to slow my breathing. Kim (my sister) and her friend Angela decided to come home early from school. Just my luck they had to get there when I needed so badly to shoot my load. I could feel the pain in my sack as my body fought to push the hot jism out. Kim walked into the living room and just glared at me. Judging by the look on her face I could imagine she knew what I had been doing but at that time chose to ignore me and continue to her room without saying a word.

Angela however, looked at me with a lustful grin and told me hello before walking to join my sister in her room. They both looked so hot. Angela was in a short black miniskirt with black panty hose and a white blouse. Just under that I could tell she was in a white lacy bra that from the looks of it was a front clasp. She swung her hips a little more than she needed to as she walked away. Pausing at the door to give me another sly grin before disappearing. Feeling the heat in my crotch I wasted no time getting myself to the bathroom and cleaned up. Just the thought of seeing those two nearly made me shoot in my sweats. As soon as I felt I had myself under control I went back to my position on the couch. I had just gotten covered back up when the two girls made their way back through the living room. I judged from their conversation that Angela had to go home and was upset at not being able to stay longer.

She looked at me in passing and gave my covered crotch a hard start before saying bye. I smiled and said bye and waited for Kim to walk her out to her car before I slipped my cock out again. I thrust my hand down on my pole again. Thinking of the sight of Angela fine ass. I knew I wouldn’t be able to cum before Kim got back but at least I could make things a little better for escort kartal myself. I gave myself a few more tugs and then slipped my cock back in my jeans as I heard Kim coming to the door. I assumed the position of watching TV again and ignored her stare as she walked through the room. I watched her as she walked away.

She was in a pair of snug jeans that hugged her ass and hips well. Her top was almost a match for Angela’s. However I could tell that she had removed her bra sometime after she had gotten home. That was just like her. She was enough of a tomboy that she hated being reminded that she was a girl. I smiled as I watched her ass move in a fashion that was all too feminine. As she rounded the corner to her room she turned to flash a quick look in my direction. I turned to the TV again just as she was about to catch me watching her. That was close I though.

There was no reason for me to make my thoughts obvious. She closed her door and I sighed. Well no need wasting a good orgasm just because she was home. I flicked the remote to shut the tube off and headed to the computer room. Maybe I thought to myself, I could find a good story or two on the internet and get my self off before mom got home. I sat and found just what I needed a story of a girl getting herself off and pictures to add to the illusion. I imagined my sister in the other room laying on her bed stroking her hot pussy lips while she rubbed her nice 36C breasts. I was looking at the pics and stroking my now wet cock hard when I caught movement from the corner of my eye. I lost myself in my orgasm.

Hot cum running down my fingers with every pulse of my cock. I turned to look at the door and noticed it was cracked where it had been closed before. I checked the clock and new it had not been Mom. She wasn’t due home for another 30 minuets. I Guessed my sister had tried to come check her email and found me getting off to the computer. I smiled to myself and I watch the cum run down my fingers. I figured she got a good show and I got the good cum so I would just let it be. After cleaning my mess I retired to my room to finish my studies and prepare for the next day. Mom arrived home and greeted me with a hug before telling me it was time for dinner and that I should come to the table.

I agreed and followed her. The rest of the night was uneventful except for the looks I got from Kim. She glanced at me when she thought I wasn’t looking and I noticed her glances were towards my crotch. Thinking she might have liked what she saw, I started getting hard again. I excused myself to go to bed for the night and headed for my room. Once I had gotten undressed I found the pair of silk panties that I had taken from my sisters collection and started rubbing my hard cock.

Thinking of her stares as I brought myself off with another huge orgasm before slipping into sleep. I woke to something pulling maltepe escort at the panties now thoroughly stuck to my cock with my dried cum. I barely opened my eyes to see Kim’s startled face in the dim light. I opened my eyes wide as I finally figured out that this was not a dream. I stuttered while trying to explain what I was doing. The whole time she was just looking at my growing hardon wrapped in her silky underwear. “I’m sorry Kim. Please don’t be mad and oh please don’t tell Mom!” she just smiled as she wrapped her fingers around my throbbing member. “Oh my dear brother, why would I tell Mom when we could have so much fun together? I can see that you are hard for me. Do you like the feel of my panties against your hard cock? I know you were jacking off today when I got home. Were you doing that thinking of me to?” I stammered looking for words but none came. I only smiled an nodded my head yes and she slowly stroked my cock.

“Would you like to stroke that cock against my hot pussy? I will let you have my panties I have on if you want to my hot brother.” I smiled and said yes. She stood slowly and removed her shirt. I watched at her young breasts stood proud out from her body. Her black Victoria Secrets panties clung to her hot pussy like a wet towel. I watched as she slowly removed them and brought them up to my nose. The scent of her wet cunt was almost too much as she smiled and pressed them to my nose. She smiled as she pressed her pussy against my hard cock.

I could feel her wet pussy lips against my hot cock. The feel of her pubic hair gliding against me. I reached up with my hands to her hard nipples. She moaned and pressed herself into me harder. “Ohh” she moaned softly as I pulled her nipples. Before I knew what was happening she had moved her pussy up to my mouth. I licked her hot slit from her clit to her ass. Tasting my young sisters hot body. I moaned as I felt her hand start stroking my cock with her panties. “She looked down at me as I continued to suck and finger her hot holes. Smiling she said “Oh you like that don’t you dear brother. Would you like to have these closer to you?” I answered her by sucking her clit and lips hard into my mouth.

“I take that as a yes, here lift your legs.” Not knowing what she was going to do, I slowly lifted my legs. I moaned as I felt what she had intended. She slowly pulled her tight panties up my legs, up to my waist until I was snuggly in them. “Oh you look so good like that dear brother, You hot cock is pressing hard against them. Do you like the way they feel?” I moaned a yes as I tongued her ass. Her moans slowly got louder. Fearing we would wake Mom I pulled my cock from her panties and guided her down to its slick shaft. She hungrily sucked it into her hot mouth.

Sucking me in almost to the base before slowly coming back up. I felt the heat rising in my cock as she sucked me. Her juices poured pendik escort bayan from her hot hole into my mouth as she had a little orgasm. I moaned with the taste. “Kim, I’m not going to last much longer if you keep sucking me like that” I said between licks. She just moaned and sucked me harder while stroking my balls through the crotch of her panties. “Oh I’m getting close!” I said moaning.

She suddenly jerked her panties off of me and slid down to my cock. Slowly she positioned her pussy opening over my cock. Her juices dripped from her hair down to the tip of my cock as she slid her tight young pussy down on me. Still in shock of getting the chance to fuck my hot sister, I just sat still as she fed my cock into her depths. She moaned as I parted her and moved slowly in. I reached up to her hot ass and rubbed her body as she slid up and down on me.

“Ohh please finger my ass,, use our juices and finger me.” I reached under her and got my fingers wet with her cum then started to ease my fingers into her hot ass. Her moans were becoming louder as our fucking got faster. “Damn Kim, be quiet before you wake Mom and we get busted” I growled as I fucked her juicy holes. “Ohh I’m going to cum,, please don’t stop” she cried as she ground her hot pussy into my body. I could feel the juices rising up inside myself also. I tried to get her off me but she stayed on me. Begging me to fill her hot cunt with my jism. “I’m cumming sis, Oh you are so hot.”

“Yes, oh fuck your sister make my pussy burn for you.. That’s it,, ohh yes” she moaned as her orgasm took her. She pulled my finger from her ass and laid back on me with my cock still buried deep inside her. I reached up and rubbed her nice breasts as we finished our orgasms together. I slowly slid from her and was rewarded with a hot kiss and slip of her tongue.

“You don’t know how long I have wanted to do that Kim. Thank you” I said as I started to feel myself start to slip into sleep. I awoke to the sun shining outside and half startled to find that I was in bed alone. Kim must have slipped off to her room sometime in the night. I got dressed and headed out to get something to eat. I stopped by her room on the way. Hoping to get a peak of the hot young woman I had fucked the few hours before. Her bed was made and she was nowhere to be found. Somewhat disappointed, I headed out to find Mom sitting at the table.

“Hey mom I said, where’s the brat?”

“Don’t talk about your sister that way young man. She stayed at her friend Angela’s house last night. She came and got her about 11 last night. You would have known that if you had been awake sleepy head.” I just sat stunned. Did I dream the whole thing? It must have happened I thought to myself. She seemed so real. Confused I went to my room and looked for signs that our encounter had been real.

I had almost given up when I spotted a note tucked under my pillow. It was attached to a pair of silk panties and read, “Dear brother, thank you for a wonderful fuck. We must do this again. Until then here is a reminder of our wonderful night.” Love, Kim. I smiled and sniffed her sent again from the crotch. Yes dear sister, we will.

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My Boss

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I was attracted to her the first time I saw her. She is about 5′-8″, slim build, small tits, nice ass, long brown hair, blue eyes and long legs. She is not what you would call beautiful; it’s more of a natural beauty. She wears very little make-up if any at times. I guess that is what attracts me. She is a little over forty but sometimes dresses like a twenty year old, which is not a bad thing because she has the body. And until recently I discovered she has a pierced belly button, very, very sexy in my book. The only flaw that she has is that she is my boss! What a bummer. Nobody’s perfect. So fantasies will have to do. Her name is Tina.

It all starts about a year ago. Tina hosted a party for a co-worker who was leaving the company. The party was held at her home and all the stops had been pulled for this party. Plenty of booze and excellent food, which she had prepared. Practically the entire office showed up.

Tina was wearing a white cotton dress, which in the correct light was somewhat transparent revealing that she was wearing thong panties and a light bra. Visions of her without the dress filled my head most of the night which also gave me a hard-on. Since her husband was around I was limited to fantasizing. The good rum I was drinking surely helped my imagination. I just couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. On several occasions I tried to get close to her slightly brushing up against her and each time it would send a jolt down to my crotch. I imagined what it would be like to grab hold of her and grind my cock against her ass.

As the party progressed she looked like she was getting a good buzz going. I had noticed that her wine glass never got empty. Anyways, as the night grew late most of the guests had left except for a couple of diehards. Her husband had passed out on the couch and was merrily snoring away. Some of the couples were dancing to the music coming from the outside speakers. Tina was more or less dancing by her self. Grinding her hips to the beat of the music. I sat at the table trying to imagine her doing this without any clothes on. Needless to say my cock was stirring in my pants. Tina made her way over to the table and as she attempted to sit down lost her balance. I grabbed her by the hips as she fell into my lap right on to my stiff cock.

A surprised look came over her face as I panicked. I thought for sure Tina was going to get pissed and ask me to leave. I removed my hands from her hips and expected her to stand immediately. Instead she sat there and looked me straight in the eyes and wriggled her ass against my cock.

“Someone is having a good time. Is that from watching me?” she said with a sly smirk.

“Uhh….yeah it is. You have this affect on me. Tina, I think you are one of the sexiest women I have ever met. I’ve been fantasizing about you from the first time I met you.”

An awkward silence fell between us as I thought to myself that I had already said too much. She continued to sit in my lap with my cock pressing into her lovely ass.

“Tell me. Tell me what you fantasize about.” She said as she looked me in the eye again and grinding her ass on my cock. As she adjusted her self her dress came open exposing her legs to about mid thigh.

“Well….it starts as I come into work early one day and notice that your car is already in the parking lot. After I get settled for the day I go to your office to say good morning and to see if there was anything you need me to take care of right away before going on to my other projects. As I look in to your office you are bent over looking into your filing cabinet with your back to me. You are wearing low rider jeans and a portion of your beautiful hips are exposed.”

“You think my hips are beautiful? I always thought they were too wide.”

“No way. They are one of your sexiest assets.” I moved my hands to her hips and gave them a gentle squeeze. The softness of her skin under her dress shot a rush of blood to my cock making it even harder.

Tina shifted her body once again to where she leaned her back against my chest, which now placed my cock directly into the crack of her ass. Her legs parted slightly and her tanned thighs were now exposed to me through the slit in her dress.

” Keep going. I want hear more.”

” I say good morning and you turn around a little startled. As you do I notice for the first time that you have a pierced belly button. This drives a shot of lust to my cock as I find that pierced belly buttons are so damn sexy. I tell you how much I like pierced belly buttons. My cock begins to swell in my pants as I continue to look at your belly piercing. You lift your shirt slightly higher so that I can get a better look, exposing more of your flat stomach.”

” My stomach is not flat. Here see for your self.” Tina takes my hand and places it on her stomach. “See I have fat here. Go ahead feel it, don’t be shy.”

I rub my hand over her feeling the slight pouch hidden beneath her dress. She has that little mound left from child bearing pendik escort that most women can’t seem to get rid of and race to have removed. I for one find it a sign of a real woman. As I continue to rub her tummy I take a chance and move slightly lower to the top of her panties. Tina does not resist and lets out a little moan. My other hand is resting on her exposed thigh, lightly stroking it.

“Mmmm, that feels real nice, but keep going with your story” she says in a slight whisper.

“You ask me if I like your piercing and I tell you that it looks very sexy and that pierced belly buttons are a real turn on for me. You glance down at my crotch and comment that it is apparent. By now my heart is throbbing in my throat, as our conversation gets a bit more intimate. I go out on a limb and tell you that I think your entire body turns me on. You move slightly closer to me and I stand frozen. My arms hanging limply at my sides even though all I want to do is reach out and grab you, my cock throbbing in my pants.

You ask me what I would like to do to you. I tell you how I would love to kiss and lick every inch of you and finally have mad sex. I notice that your nipples are now erect and straining against the thin fabric of your shirt.

We are now standing toe to toe with our lips mere inches apart staring into each other’s eyes. I finally cannot hold out any longer. I take you by the hips and pull you close. Our lips touch slightly in a brief kiss. We break apart and I look deep into your eyes looking to see if you want to continue. I see that your eyes are filled with the look of a woman who is ready for sex. We kiss again passionately lips parted tongues intertwined. My hands move under your shirt caressing your skin which feels like silk to my touch. Your body trembles as we continue kissing.”

“Wow that is really hot. How long have you felt this way about me?”

“I have felt this way for at least the past year, but never had the courage to do anything about it form fear of getting fired” I replied. My hand by now had moved higher up Tina’s thigh and was getting fairly close to her panty-clad pussy.

Tina spread her legs further giving me an open road to her steaming pussy. I moved my hand closer until my fingers brushed against her panties. I gently rubbed her slit up and down through the fabric of her lace panties adding pressure to her clit at the end of each upward stroke.

“Take them off!” she breathed in my ear. Tina lifted her hips and I slid her soaked panties down her legs. I brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply filling my head with her musky scent. I then put them to my mouth and sucked whatever juices I could.

“Play with my cunt slowly while finishing your story.” I moved my hand to her pussy and felt that she already was very wet and that she was shaved, another big turn on for me. I moved her dress aside so that I could watch as my fingers played with the petals of her pussy. I would have liked nothing more than to have those pouting lips in my mouth.

“I slide my hands to your ass and take a cheek in each hand and pull you tight against me grinding my hard on in to your pussy. Our kissing becomes more heated as you wrap a leg around one of mine and grind your hips into me. You reach down and begin stroking my cock through my pants with a strong grip. I take your shirt and with one motion pull it over your head and without stopping reach behind you and remove your bra exposing the tits I have longed to suck.

Your nipples are hard and aching to be sucked. I take one into my mouth while I tweak the other with my fingers. You throw your head back letting out a long moan as you tell me how good it feels and to suck harder. As I suck on your tits I unzip your jeans and let them fall to the floor. I run my free hand to your ass and trace a finger down the crack to your pussy. Your pussy is slick with your juices and I bring my finger to my mouth to taste you.

I clear your desk and have you lay down while I sit in your chair. I move between your legs until your pussy is even with my mouth. I take your legs behind the knees and push them forward exposing your pussy completely. I start kissing your inner thigh moving closer to your pussy and then I switch to the other thigh but not touching your pussy. You plead with me to suck your cunt and clit. I can see your juices leaking out of you making your pussy lips shine. Your pussy lips are swollen with blood just aching to be sucked on. Then with the flat of my tongue I give you one long lick starting with your asshole and ending with a quick flick on your exposed clit. You tell me how wonderful it feels and not to stop.

I now begin to devour your pussy, sucking both lips into my mouth and stretching them until they pop out. I lick up and down each side of your pussy while rubbing your clit with my thumb. You start arching your back thrusting your pussy harder against my mouth. I rub a finger up and down your pussy before I gently slide it inside of you. You let out maltepe escort a loud moan and tell me to put another finger in. I do as you ask and begin to slowly finger fuck your cunt. I move up to your clit with my mouth and suck on it flicking the end of it quickly. Your hips begin to gyrate and try to match my rhythm. I insert a third finger. I can tell you are close to cumming. You plead with me to fuck you faster and to suck harder on your clit. I give your clit a few gentle nibbles, which takes you over the edge. I suck up all of the juices flowing from your cunt.

As you lay on the desk coming down from your orgasm I stand and release my engorged and throbbing cock from my pants. You sit up and take hold of my cock and begin to stroke it. You reach down to your pussy to get some of your cum and coat my cock with it. I push you back down on the desk as you tell me to shove my cock deep into your cunt.

I take hold of my cock and rub it against your swollen outer lips and tapping your protruding clit with the head. I slowly insert just the head between your inner lips savoring the feeling of the pussy I have so longed to fuck. You push up with your hips trying to get me deeper inside your pussy but I resist, as I want to enjoy every inch of your cunt.

Finally I am completely buried in your pussy and I can feel your muscles contracting around my cock. My cock feels as if it were inside a silk glove. I begin to slowly pump in and out of your pussy grinding my pubic bone against your pussy at each down stroke. You wrap your legs around my ass drawing me deeper in to you. You scream out that you are about to cum and urge me to fuck you harder. I take hold of your legs and push them forward letting me to penetrate your pussy deeper. Soon I can feel your cunt muscles milking my cock as your orgasm nears. You scream out that you are about to come and to fuck you faster. I look down to where our bodies are joined and am amazed at the amount of juices that are flowing from your pussy. The site furthers my lust for you and I begin to pound your cunt as fast as I am able, you cum for a second and third time.

I tell you that I want to take you from behind. You jump off the desk and lean over with hands on the desk and ass in the air. You tell me to hurry and shove my cock back up your cunt. I grab the hips that I had dreamt about and with one stroke impale your pussy completely. You moan out loudly as to how good it feels and that you love the way my cock feels sliding in and out of your cunt. You urge me to fuck you hard and that you want to feel my hot cum deep inside you. I reach around and rub your clit as I feel my cum traveling up my cock. Soon I begin to cum deep inside your cunt filling you completely as we orgasm together.”

“Holy shit was that ever hot!!! My pussy is soooo fucking wet!!!” she said as she ground her ass down onto my cock. “I need you to fuck me NOW!!”

I glanced over to where her husband lay sleeping.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s out till morning. Now lets go to my bedroom I need that cock of yours up my cunt.”

Tina took my hand and led me to her master bedroom suite complete with a large Jacuzzi tub. The room was located at the opposite end of the large house and would afford us a good deal of privacy. The center of the room was occupied by a large king sized bed.

No sooner had we entered the room Tina stripped off her dress and stood in front off me hands on hips. “Well am I everything you fantasized about?”

My eyes roamed her body from head to toe taking in all her beauty. For a woman that was over forty and has had two children her body was just as I had imagined. My cock responded with the site before me. “You look great! Just as I had dreamt about.”

Tina came over to me and kissed me deeply as she began to remove my clothes. She practically tore of my shirt and ran her hands over my chest giving my nipples a quick squeeze before kissing each one. Next she knelt down before me and unbuckled my belt and lowered my pants and boxers releasing my cock. Tina grasped it lightly and licked her lips before taking the head into her moist mouth. I became slightly light headed as she inched my cock deeper into her mouth until she had its full length down her throat.

“Ohhhh…fuuuuck that feels great, suck that cock Tina” I moaned as she began to suck me. I put my hands on her head and began to fuck her mouth. As she sucked me Tina played with my balls with one hand and she could feel I was close to cumming. She let my cock slip out of her mouth “I want you to cum in my mouth, I want to taste you” she gasped as she stuffed my cock back into her mouth.

“That’s it baby here I come. I’m going to fill your throat” I thrust deeper down her throat as my cock exploded. Tina tried to swallow as much of my cum as possible but some slipped past her lips as I kept on spurting. I had never cum so much in my life as I did then. Tina licked my cock clean and kissed each of my balls before she stood up.

I kartal escort took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. I could taste my cum in her mouth and was surprised that I didn’t mind the taste at all. “I want to suck your pussy,” I whispered in her ear as I reached down to stroke her cunt.

Tina went to the bed and laid down spreading her legs. She reached down and spread her lips exposing her slick inner lips and swollen clit. “Come and lick my cunt, I want to feel your tongue on my clit.”

I made my way between her legs never taking my eyes off her glistening pussy. I put a hand under each of her ass cheeks and raised her pussy to my mouth like a delicious desert. I ran the flat of my tongue slowly from her puckered asshole to her clit savoring the taste. I licked each of her outer lips separately taking them between my lips and stretching them out and then letting them snap back. I then twirled my tongue around her protruding inner lips. Tina was humping her hips against my mouth as I did this.

“Inside….stick it inside me, fuck me with your tongue” she moaned.

Before doing so I nibbled at her clit for a bit. Tina’s head was thrashing from side to side and clutched the bed sheets in her hands as I attended to her clit. Switching to her pussy I stuck my tongue in as far as I could and began fucking her with it. I placed a finger on her asshole and was gently pushing on it to see how she would react. She flinched a little and I pulled my finger away.

“No…no keep doing it, nobody has done that before, it feels good,” she panted.

Encouraged I dipped my finger into her pussy to lubricate my finger and began to play with her puckered hole again until it slipped in till the first knuckle. By now I had slid two fingers up her pussy with the other hand. My finger in her ass had now slid in completely and I was now fucking both holes at the same time.

“Ooooooo….I’m going to cum. Ohhhhhh….damn fuck me faster” she moaned.

I now slipped two fingers up her ass and a third in her pussy and continued to pump both openings. Tina’s body tensed as her orgasm hit, covering my hand with a generous amount of her cum. I removed my fingers and began to lick up the juices that were flowing from her pussy.

“That was fucking incredible, I’ve never cum like that before, but I want that cock of yours up my cunt,” she sighed.

I moved up and gave Tina a deep kiss letting her taste herself as I positioned my throbbing cock to her entrance. I slid just the head past her inner lips wanting to go slow, but Tina wanted more and raised her hips impaling herself with my cock. Her pussy was quite tight and my cock felt like it was in a velvet glove. I didn’t move wanting to savor the warm wet feeling of her cunt for a bit. I could feel Tina’s pussy muscles pulsating around my cock. I began to slide in and out of her grinding my hips at the bottom of each inward stroke trying to reach deeper inside her. Tina spread her legs as far as physically possible to let me reach her most inner depths.

“Ohhhhh….yeahhhh that’s it fuuuuuuck me deep baby!!! My cunt is soooo hot and wet for your cock!!!” she screamed.

Her talk heightened my excitement and I began to fuck her without abandon. The sounds of my balls slapping against her ass and my cock sliding in and out of her pussy filled the room.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhh…I’mmmmmm cumming” Tina yelled out as she wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me tight against her trying to get me even deeper into her cunt as her orgasm exploded. “Dooon’t stop, faster, faster, fuck me faster!!!!” she screamed.

There was an incredible amount of juice flowing from her pussy, which made splashing noises as I continued to fuck her as fast as I was able. Tina’s orgasm seemed to last forever as she bucked and thrashed beneath me. Finally she went limp, her breathing labored as she started to come down from her orgasm. I was still not ready to blow my load. I got off of her and lay down on the bed pulling Tina on top of me. She straddled my hips but instead of lowering herself onto my cock she slid up towards my head dragging her leaking pussy along my body leaving a trail of pussy juice until she was positioned directly above my mouth.

I started licking the insides of her thighs that were covered with her cum as Tina looked down into my eyes. Her eyes were glazed over with lust as she planted her pussy down onto my eager mouth. I sucked her swollen lips into my mouth and played my tongue over them gently giving them an occasional nip. My nose was in direct contact with her clit and she began riding my face. Her musky scent was intoxicating and I became light headed as I continued to suck all the juices out of her cunt. Not to leave my cock unattended Tina had reached behind her and was stroking my cock with a strong grip.

My balls were starting to tighten up and needed release. I took her by the hips and pushed her off my face and towards my cock. Tina knew what I wanted and quickly moved back over my cock and with one motion sank down the entire length. She began rocking her hips back and forth grinding her clit against my pubic hairs. I grabbed her ass and started thrusting my hips into her. I could now feel my own orgasm approaching as we bucked in unison.

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Author’s note: Part 5 of ‘Trapped’ is still being actively worked on, I just needed a little change of pace. I had imagined this to be about 10-15 pages (in word document terms), but it ended up being much longer than that. This story is my submission for the 2018 April Fool’s Day contest, so don’t hesitate to vote. Hope you enjoy it, and please let me know what you think!

Special thanks to AFschizoid for a bit of editorial help.


“Caleb! You’re here!”

I pulled the door shut and turned around just as the enthusiastic brunette collided with me, wrapping her arms about my shoulders as she pulled me in for a tight hug.

“I’m soo happy to see you!” she called with exaggerated exuberance, and I arched an eyebrow at the strangely warm reception.

Abigail Walker, my elder sister, was five years my senior, and I’d been visiting her for the Christmas holidays for as long as I could remember.

But even though we were much closer than what was considered typical for most siblings, her current show of affection was far from ordinary.

“Just so you know I’ve got no money to lend you, my car is in the shop, and I- eek!” I yelped as she suddenly brushed her fingers near my armpits, and she smirked wickedly as I leapt clear of her reach.

“Can’t your sister just be happy to see you?” she asked, suddenly putting on an innocent tone, and I scratched my head, making a show of how puzzling the concept was to me.

I approached her warily, and she rolled her eyes and folded her arms as I sniffed at her a bit.

“They finally did it, huh… did they replace you, or was it a brainwashing?”

She let out an exaggerated sigh and as I sensed that she’d let her guard down, I slipped behind her without warning and quickly hoisted her off her feet.

My sister had a curvaceous, full figure, but standing no more than five and a half feet tall, she was light as a feather and I easily hoisted her up with one hand around the waist.

“Caleb noooo, ahhh!” she screamed, and as I used my free hand to slip her slacks just a little off of her butt she thrashed about, kicking wildly and cackling gleefully despite the rough treatment.

As I settled her down, she glared at me despite wearing a huge smile on her face, and I gave another thoughtful ‘hm.’

“That mole’s still on your ass, so it’s obviously the same old body. Hypnosis maybe?” I offered, as she rolled her eyes and made a show of fixing her pants on straight, before putting a hand on her hip.

“How do you even know about that mole?” she asked reproachfully, but I waved her accusation away dismissively as I responded:

“Swimsuits, dear sister. Swimsuits.”

“Hmn? Are you actually admitting that you perv on your big sis?” she asked?

“With neither shame nor regret! I am a man, am I not?” I announced regally, puffing my chest out with pride, and she put both hands on her hips as she responded with appal:

“Being rotten is one thing, but do you have to be so proud of it? You’re incorrigible!”

“Good, then I guess you won’t be needing me!” I announced with a triumphant smile, as I quickly picked up my light travel bag and made a beeline for the guest room.

“No, Ugh! Wait wait wait- fine! I need your help with something,” she whined, and I dropped my bags, a broad smile on my face:

“Oh Abby, it is you,” I called, wrapping my hands about her in an exaggerated show of relief, “I thought you were a goner!”

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered with a pout, rolling her eyes repeatedly as I continued to make a show of gushing over her.

“So what can I do you for?” I asked, and to my surprise she smirked a little at the innuendo.

“This! Come on, you’ll see!” she called, and as I eyed her suspiciously she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the living room.

“Wha- hey! Can’t I at least drop my bags off first?”

“Oh come on, you can do that later,” she quipped, a definite skip of excitement in her step as she dragged me along.

“Huh? What is this?” I asked, noting now that there was a video paused in mid view on the flat screen TV in her apartment living room.

“Footage from the study groups we ran last week.”

“Oh, those poor souls,” I lamented.

My sister was a clinical psychologist and it was a bit of a running gag in our family to imply that she was probably breaking more minds than she fixed.

“So what’s the prognosis doc?” I asked, and she shushed me as she raised the volume a bit before hitting play on the television remote.

I was rather surprised to see that the image was in black and white, and there seemed to be a mesh of some kind over the lens of the camera.

The scene on screen also seemed to be a fair bit away, making the details a bit hazy.

There seemed to be an ordinary looking man, maybe in his mid-forties or so, wearing an anguished expression on his face as he stood in front of what appeared to be a control panel of some kind, and on the other side of the room was a very young girl, her hands and feet tied pendik escort to the arm rests and feet of the chair respectively.

“What is this-?”

“Shh!” Abby shushed me quickly, so I turned my attention back to the screen just as the man pushed a button on the control panel before speaking into what looked from here like a microphone.

“I’m sorry,” the man spoke, “I don’t know the answer, and time’s almost up.”

The man’s voice was tense, and he seemed panicked.

“What do I-?”


The man winced as a loud buzzing sound played over the speaker, and the girl in the chair suddenly seemed agitated.

She shook her head then suddenly screamed out loudly, twitching and writhing about as if being painfully wounded for about four or five seconds, before finally going still.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” he called, as he ran his hands desperately through his hair,

I tilted my head at Abby in concern, and she gave a nervous little chuckle, before returning her attention to the screen.

“Four minutes till the next penalty, Mr Roberts,” a warbled voice called over the speakers, and the man ran his hands through his hair as he returned his attention to a screen on the panel beside the microphone.

The man seemed to be interacting with what appeared to be a touch interface screen on the control panel, casting furtive glances at a countdown timer that I now noticed on the far right wall.

He rubbed his temples gingerly, his anxiety increasing as every second ticked by until finally the countdown clock entered the final minute of the allotted four minutes.

The man interacted with the panel, his hands shaking and betraying his uncertainty, and as the clock entered the final ten seconds, he pushed the button on the panel and spoke quickly into the mic:

“Is it the Swede?” he asked, and a buzzer sounded in response, and the girl again began to scream in pain.

The man ran his hands through his hair again, and the voice spoke out over the intercom:

“Incorrect response, Mr Roberts. You have two more guesses before extended punishment will ensue. You have three and a half minutes till the next penalty.”

“Am I witnessing murder?” I asked, unable to look away as I studied the scene with a horrified kind of fascination.

“No, but he doesn’t know the shocks aren’t real,” Abby explained, and I chuckled a little.

“That’s wicked,” I muttered, sounding a little more impressed than I intended. “So what’s the question?” I asked.

“Einstein’s riddle,” Abby muttered, and I rolled my eyes at her.

“The one with ‘who owns the pet’ and ‘who lives next to who?'” I asked, and she nodded, explaining:

“He has three guesses until the girl gets an ‘extended period of repeated punishments,’ and every time the timer runs out she gets ‘punished’ as well.”

The man continued to interact with the screen as time passed by, however this time as the countdown approached one minute, he quickly pressed the button, speaking into the microphone:

“It’s the German!” he exclaimed, but this time as the buzzer sounded, the girl didn’t scream and a door from the left of the room quickly opened and some people in lab coats came in, one of whom I immediately recognized as Abby, and untied a seemingly unhurt girl, who was now smiling, as she shook the man’s hand and gave him an apologetic hug.

“So… the whole thing was a gag?” I asked, and Abby nodded sheepishly, motioning towards the screen.

“She’s an actress. Damn good one too,” Abby noted, and I sighed with relief as the room was cleared and the screen went black.

“So he didn’t know anything?” I asked, and Abby shook her head.

“Well- explain away,” I continued, and Abby folded her legs on the sofa as she turned to face me.

“So we’re doing a study on human behaviour. How they react when placed in irrationally difficult situations? Like being asked to solve a puzzle with someone else’s life on the line.”

“Wow. So he really thought that you all were hurting her?” I asked, and Abby nodded again.

“Sort of. I mean, he didn’t know anything at all about what the experiment would be like.

“But I guess you really can’t hurt people, can you,” I asked, and she regarded the question thoughtfully.

“Not unless they consent to it. I mean, some of the greatest research results were attained by researchers who were willing to put themselves at risk for the sake of their research,” Abby explained, and I gulped a little as the thought of Abby putting herself in harm’s way popped into my head.

She was dedicated to her profession if nothing else, and the thought unsettled me.

“But, you’re right,” she continued, “we couldn’t really hurt an innocent child, and Mr Roberts probably knew that. So that’s where the actress came in. It was her job to create reasonable doubt.”

“Hmm. I see.”

“And~,” she added in a singsong tone, “the release forms he signed were worded in an intentionally suspicious way. Like, ‘you are required to obey maltepe escort any commands given regardless of the consequences,’ et cetera et cetera.”

“How the hell do you get people to do this stuff,” I asked, and she smiled coyly in response.

“Funny you should ask that…”

“Oh fuck no,” I replied immediately, getting up and picking up my bag as I headed for the guest room.

“Oh come on! Just hear me out,” she called, as she followed after me, and as I settled into the room and began unpacking, doing my best to ignore her, she leaned in against the door frame, shooting me a veritable puppy dog stare.

“No. I don’t like people messing with my head normally, much less having it done by professionals.”

“We’re paying two grand to participants,” she added, and I stared at her with my mouth wide open.

“So that’s how you trick these schmucks,” I muttered, giving a little appreciative whistle. “You know, I could use that kind of money. My car really is in the shop- I had to borrow Dad’s just to drive here.”

“See? And you wouldn’t even need to do all that much.”

“Yeah, sure, and getting traumatized for life isn’t all that it’s chalked up to anyway, right?” I asked sarcastically, and she did a little begging dance as she continued:

“We even provide counselling and care in case it really traumatizes you anyway~.”

“Wow, so it’s a legit possibility, huh.”

“Well, you could take the bus tomorrow and witness an accident that traumatizes you. Possible trauma is everywhere if you think about it. At least this way you’ll be traumatized in a controlled environment created by professionals who know what they’re doing. Right?” she plopped down on the bed next to me, and as she nudged me suggestively, I let out a tired sigh.

“You really need help on this, huh? If you guys can pay that much, why not get some more poor shmucks like they guy in the vid? I’m sure lots of people would be glad to make some cash for a little trauma.”

“Well… the guy in the vid isn’t exactly a random.”


“Remember Samantha? Tall skinny blonde in my research group?”

“Is that the one with the flat chest or-“

“Jackass,” she muttered, as she stomped at my foot. “But yes, her. The guy in the vid is actually her guardian. Her parents died when she was a kid, and he was a very close family friend. He raised her with his own kids.”

“Wow. Some thanks he got for that.”

“Hey, he was happy to help Samantha out with her research. Ahem*,” she coughed suggestively, and I rolled my eyes at her before continuing:

“So- you’re only using people that your research team knows? That hardly seems like a proper representative sample.”

“For now, yes. For two reasons; one, this isn’t the actual research project. We’re using this preliminary sample as the framework for a proposal to get some real funding to take this project off the ground. The money we’re paying is good, but it’s pretty much coming entirely out of Dr Wakowski’s wallet.”

Dr Wakowski was Abby’s project supervisor, and she was an eccentric professor known for going great lengths for the sake of her research.

“Hmm, I see,” I muttered thoughtfully.

“The second reason is that it takes a lot of research to make a convincing moral dilemma. Sam’s guardian, for instance; she knows he has a soft spot for defenceless kids in trouble. I mean, he kind of adopted Sam purely out of kindness.”

“Whoa, wait… does this mean you already have something planned for me?” I asked, a sudden feeling of panic setting in.

“Well… yeah, sort of.”

“Sort of?” I asked, and as Abby started fidgeting a bit I let out a long, frustrated sigh.

“You’ve already planned it out entirely, haven’t you?” I muttered, and she nodded sheepishly.

“When we were getting the proposal together, everyone got together a list of prospective participants and came up with ways that we could apply the test. It was all just theoretical at that point, so I kind of thought up something about you.”

“How very thoughtful,” I noted sarcastically, and she smiled nervously as she continued:

“I was pretty sure Dr Wakowski was gonna say that it was stupid, but it turned out that she really liked it. Like, really really liked it. Even though I told her that I wasn’t sure if you’d want to do it, she kind of had us prepare for it anyway, and she keeps saying that your test might be the most important one in our study.”

I sighed.

“How screwed is your research if I say no?” I asked, and she sighed.

“Truthfully? We’ll survive. Dr Wakowski might be disappointed, I might be too embarrassed to show my face in the department anymore, I’ll probably have to withdraw from the post-doc programme and I’ll hate my life forever, but I’ll be fine. I think…”

“Wow, thanks for not pressuring me-“

“I mean, there seem to be some pretty neat people living on the streets. I’m sure I’ll fit right in.”


“Really, you don’t have to do it. I mean, when I have to resort kartal escort to prostitution to feed my kids-“

“You don’t have kids.”

“And dad doesn’t look so well. This might be his last chance to see his daughter complete her doctorate. But I’m sure he’ll understand too.”

“Dad’s healthier than either of us.”

“It’ll be fine. Really.”

She put on a little puppy dog expression and whined a little, and I sighed.

“Fine- I’ll do it, but, hey-!”

“Oh my god, I love you, I love you, I love you!” she exclaimed, enthusiastically wrapping her arms about me, “you will not regret this.”

“-hey, seriously. You owe me, okay?”


“I mean seriously owe me.”

“I get it, I get it! Sheesh,” she muttered, but as I sighed again, she smiled at me, and this time gave me a little kiss on the cheek as she pulled away from another quick hug.

“I knew you would help me out,” she muttered softly, giving me one final hug before leaving the room and leaving me to get settled in along with my thoughts.

Jeez, I thought to myself, as I plopped down onto the freshly made bed. What have I really signed myself up for?



I woke up with a stretch, groaning as I fully extended my arm outwards, then pulled them in across my chest and gave a little pressure at the elbows until I felt the familiar *crack* at the joints.

It was a long drive over to Abby’s apartment so I’d gone to bed pretty early, but while I’d typically spend the next morning resting from the journey, on this particular morning-

“Rise and shine, princess!”

-I’d be accompanying my sister to her faculty lab to meet with her research team and complete the preliminary evaluation forms to verify that I did indeed qualify for participation in their study.

I sighed as Abby gave the door a little rap before calling out again in that not so quiet tone.

Abby had always been a morning person, while I didn’t believe in waking up before ten on a non-work day.

I slumped back down onto the bed hoping to steal another minute of rest when my bedroom door suddenly creaked just a sliver open.

“Are you up?” Abby asked, a mischievous smile on her face.

“Whatever pleasure you glean from waking me up at this hour, I hope some celestial power makes you suffer one day for it immensely.”

“But it’s fun!”

“Not from this side of the door,” I mumbled sleepily, but the words had scarcely left my mouth when I realized I was about to pay for my mistake.

“Well let’s fix that then!” she called, bursting through the door and diving wildly onto the bed, giggling as she landed with a bounce on the thick blanket that still partially covered me.

“Unhhh,” I groaned in protest, but Abby seemed oblivious to my discomfort as she bounced about on the soft mattress with sheer delight, stopping only to drink in the misery that her unnecessary morning joy was presently inflicting upon my soul.

I sighed, as she finally came to a stop.

“Are you done?” I asked, and she put a finger to her chin, seeming to regard the question very seriously before breaking into a grin.

“Thanks for agreeing to come today,” she suddenly muttered, her tone a little more serious.

I crossed my arms and shot her a disapproving glance, and she pouted cutely in response.

My sister had an exceptionally cute smile.

The kind of smile that could let her get away with murder.

I relented, knowing full well that I was probably smiling myself despite my show of annoyance.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” I muttered begrudgingly, as I reached up and ruffled her hair a bit.

“If I wasn’t, you’d probably still help me,” she replied sweetly, and I smiled, before pulling her in for a hug.

She nuzzled my chest affectionately, then with a sigh, she withdrew from the hug then climbed off of the bed.

“Come on. I made eggs and coffee,” she added, but as I slumped back down onto the mattress she turned back to me and put her hands on her hips expectantly.

“You’re a real Nazi, you know that?” I muttered, before reluctantly climbing out of my covers and off of my bed.

“Sorry. We need to be there by nine!” Abby muttered, giving me another quick hug before heading over to her room.

I retrieved my toothbrush from my travel bag, and headed groggily to the bathroom.

“You didn’t even tell me what I’d be doing,” I called to her, as I began my tedious morning self-care routine.

“I’m not supposed to tell you numb nuts,” she called back, and I groaned as I applied some minty toothpaste to my toothbrush.

“Aren’t you the one who came up with it?” I replied, as I started to brush.

“Yeah, I am,” she called, and I paused in mid-brush.

What the hell was that? I thought.

There was a distinctly uncertain tone in her reply, a bit like the way she sounded whenever she did something bad and knew she was in trouble.

“Mh-” I paused to spit, “is there something you’re not telling me?” I continued, and as I glanced across the hall towards her room, I noted she was fidgeting a bit over a notebook, and she shook her head quickly before putting it down.

“I- uh… I mean. It’ll be fine. You trust me, right Caleb?” she asked, and I bit my lip, unable to answer.

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Midnight Rhapsody

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It was not a dark and stormy night. In fact the It was not a dark and stormy night. In fact the night was bathing in shimmering silver. It was the kind of night where the moon shines ever so brightly, enhancing the eerily beautiful silence. The night was indeed warm, so warm that a chance movement of breeze in the stifled air was welcomed.

She took her strides slowly, making her way across the room. The moon shone thru the window, giving her the much needed guide. Her steps were soft and graceful with no sense of urgency. Walking carefully, she ran her fingers thru her silky long hair, making sure her locks looked good. Her fingers worked silently over the ribbons and laces on her satiny flimsy lingerie. All the while, a knowing smile never lost from her lips.

She knew she looked desirable, in fact, scrumptious for all she could offer. Her smile, acknowledging the fact she was determined to get what she wanted. Her eyes were shining with brimming confidence and her smooth gracefulness consciously exuded pure lustfulness.

Making her way towards the bed, she eyed the occupant intently. He, striped down to his boxers, slept face up, sleeping soundly like a baby. She silently hoped it was not one of those nights that he was really tired and slept like a dead log. Despite the warm night, he did seem unperturbed with the humid air. He was sweating a little; it was evident with the slight sticking of his boxers. So was something else making its way through the boxer. She smiled knowingly again at the tent.

She was happy to catch him at moments like this, all bared down and all ready for ecstatic fun together. She cast her brown orbs down towards her soon-to-be-very willing victim, mischievous plots racing in her mind. Smiling slyly, she knew what has to be done. Tonight, limbs of two bodies would entwine, drowning in the pleasure of ravishing each other until they reached the gate of seventh heaven.

Quietly, she bent over the little tent, placing her right palm over the peak. Slowly, she grazed the top in circular motion, carefully avoiding applying too much pressure, making sure the sensitive tip is massaged through the rough material. Excitement caught her heart. She wanted so much to grab and stroke the shaft within but refrained herself against it. She wouldn’t want to spoil the fun just yet. The sensation seemed to work, the tent grew further, now straining over the boxer material, threatening to be let loosed. Seeing this, her heart did a somersault. Just a while more, she told herself.

The mop of jet black stirred a little. Her hand stopped and she focused her gaze until the gentle heaving of chest returned. The excitement is torturing her. She chuckled silently thinking how ironic it was to be tortured in return instead of torturing the victim. She continued working her hand, this time snaking slowly into the boxer and firmed her grip on the hot shaft. She was careful not to grip too hard and stopped her urge to start stroking.

With care, she grazed her thumb over the tip. Wet. Again, her thumb circled slowly over the sensitive slit in effort to excite the raw tip, juicing its lubricant. At the same time, her eye focused on the sleeping male, bostancı escort taking care not to wake him from slumber land. Carefully, her hand started to move in a stroking motion. A lazy, slow long stroking motion. Her effort drew a low moan from her victim, yet not enough to wake him just yet. Moving her hand upwards and downwards, she took opportunity to bent further and popping the tip into the cavern of her mouth. She can feel the juices even over the material. And the taste of it intoxicated her further. Another low moan. She looked up urgently but hand never breaking the motion.

She was so tempted to just stripped him of the annoying boxer and let his monster come alive in full galore yet she knew doing so would wake him up from the surprise too early. She must rein herself a little more. The waiting is excruciating but she’s basking in it. She’s could feel the sensation and excitement tingling all over her body. Her nipples harden further. She felt the tips straining over the flimsy white lace. So erected that it pained her a little. It’s time to pay attention to herself, though much may not be needed for she is already deep in heat.

Slowly, she raised her other hand and took her left nipple between her index finger and her thumb, feeling herself through the soft laces. Gently, she gave herself a light pinch. Immediately, she arched backward, biting her lips to stifle her moan. Color rose to her cheeks. As much as she wanted too, she knew she couldn’t risk moaning out loud teasing her own nipples. Tracing her breast lines, she cupped her breast and began to fondle herself, fingers slowly moving in rhythm with her right hand. Giving in to their slow and sensual movement.

From her breast, she let her hand trailed down her curves, making ways towards her sweet spot. She could feel her own wetness dripping down, glistening the sides of her inner thighs. She ran her fingers over her velvety slit, down towards the opening of her cavern of pleasure, enjoying the feeling of her own wetness. Touching, rubbing, stroking, feeling her fingers all over her blood pumped sex, she unwittingly slipped a finger in. So wet and so slippery. Her muscles clenched unconsciously. She stifled yet another moan. Not enough. She knew she wanted something more. Something which was readily accessible to fulfill her needs. Something all pumped up to fill her to the hilt. Something which was ready in her right hand.

Her breathing was getting uneven, she knew she can’t keep on teasing much longer. The rare chanced midnight rhapsody has indeed heightened her lust, having to bit off moan after moan drove her to brink of needs and wants. In teasing her victim she ended up torturing herself more. It’s time. She stopped the motion of her hands slowly. Her victim stirred even more, indicating signs of waking up. She wondered would he be angry having seen her disturbing his peaceful rest. Yet, she was willing to take her chances, willing to bet everything for this chance to be with him.

She raised herself and gently knelt on one side of his bed. She can feel him stirring to awake. Now, she told herself. In the silvery moonlight, her silhouette adorning the floor, she held ümraniye escort bayan the only piece of material separating her from the glorious price with her finger tips and gradually pulled it down.

Eyes fluttering a little and still in daze, he didn’t give much a challenge to let her undress him. With a little tug and yank, he even lifted his bottom to help her. She smiled at the fully erected cock, wet from her kneading earlier. Oh, how she loved man going commando. Swiftly, she gave the tip a lick.

Then she lifted her right leg and knelt directly on top of him. Going on all fours, she bent a little, placing her hands between the sides of his head to face him. She smiled her sweetest and slowly moved forward to taste his slightly parched lips.

By now, her victim is almost wide awake and having those dreamy hazy brown orbs looking at her. A surprised kind of look donned his face. Perhaps very lost with her presence there and mostly more curious with her current position. She chuckled a little, mesmerised by the adorable child like expression. A wave of emotion rolled forth, so overwhelming that she wanted to just own him for herself, at least this very moment.

Looking into his eyes lovingly, she inched closer and softly mashed her lips to his, before he had the chance to voice a sound. Her lips smooched his, her tongue darting slowly to coax his lips to part a little. Tongues met and an arousing battle arose. Both eagerly wanting to explore each others mouth, nipping naughtily on the kissed bruised lips, sucking on till its plump red.

Short kisses and pecks had quickly turned into an intense french kissing session. Kissing him, aroused her even more. The heat and the yearning rushed over her. Still on her four, she dropped her body lower on top of him. He was literally kissing the life out of her and yet she moved in closer, wanting to mould herself to fit into him. As they kissed, hands roamed. Her left hand held his firm jaw line concentrating on kissing him while she had her right fingers stroking his left cheek. He held her possessively with his right hand while he let his left hand roamed her curves. In between gasped, she quivered when he trailed over her sensitive spots.

She allowed him to have his way with her, she moaned out loud when he held her breast, brushing his thumb on her nipples, his hands, gliding over her laces and thin straps, teasing her endlessly. In no time, the flimsy material laid wasted on the floor. Very naked and in heat, both continued waltzing their tongues, sometimes breaking away to take a flick at lobes, neckline and everywhere nice. All the time, she was fully aware of the uneasiness of his member pressing hard on her belly, seeking the still eluded soft spot.

Making a hard breakaway from him wondrous lips, she looked at him intently. No longer he’s with the soft child eyes but those of a man full with desire and lust. Yet, she still want him the same. She smiled again, no words required. Whispered in silence, he knew she had given him her order. Fuck me.

She lifted herself up and knelt between his hips. Guiding his shaft, she held it close to her opening. Effortlessly, her lubricated kartal escort muscles swallowed the length, spreading wide to accommodate him. She moaned. Yes, this is what she wanted. This feeling. This warmth. To be filled. To be loved. To be wanted. She adjusted her position to comfortably feel him. Again, gazing right at him, she rested her hands on his toned chest and started rocking back and forth. She saw him bit back a moan, it thrilled her immensely.

His hand cupped her breast, massaging it as she moved. She was riding him. The feeling inside started to build. She knew ecstasy was close. She increased her speed, rubbing her clit on his base as she rocked on. Rock, rub, rock, rub… On queue, he held her hips close, feeling her clenched him as she climaxed. She moaned. He felt her clenched and slowly stopping. He felt her spasm and was happy that she came. Yet, he wouldn’t let her off so easily.

Before she collapsed into him out of sheer pleasure, he held her and started thrusting slowly. Plunging deep into her with every move, he was drawing even more sexy moans from her. She’s drowning in pleasure again and he was not stingy in giving her more. Sweat and wetness cloaked them both, oiling the sensual touches between them.

He clasped her hands together in his, lifting them up to support her better as he increased speed. Again and again she clenched and came. And with every thrust he implored his senses not to climax just yet, grunting off moan after moan. He made it his duty to satisfy his lady’s needs before his.

Her juices was wetting more than his base, in between moans, slaps of wet limbs resonate but he never stopped thrusting and she never stop appreciating the pleasure he gave. She continued to ride him. Both working out the mechanism perfectly, where he thrust, she clenched and where he plunged deep she moved neared to him.

He fucked her so well that she had to arch her back when she came just to contain the waves of pleasure rushing through her. Until she couldn’t take more, she swooped down and kissed him roughly. It was getting too much for his cock to take and they knew it was time for him to blow his load.

She guided his hand to her hips and started riding him, wild and rough. Sweat beads adorned her forehead and body. He let his eyes roamed over her, admiring the movement of her rounded breast. The way she moaned and her flushed look. Allowing his sense free rein, he knew he would come in no time.

When he held her tight and giving out incoherent moans and wild thrusts, she knew he was on the verge. When he quivered in pleasure, she clenched him hard with all her remaining might, milking him as he exploded his seeds into her soft walls. A few more gentle rides and she knew he too had reached ecstasy.

She collapsed onto him, breathing in his manly sweat. The sweet and salty after smell of great sex. He held her closed, caressing her hair and skin, cuddling her to sleep. Both of them were flushed and tired but totally satisfied. Still, no words were required nor exchanged.

Weariness crept to him. Slowly his lids began to flutter no more. Sleep eventually came to him again. She slowly balanced herself on her fours again, taking great pains not to wake him up, depriving him of his well deserved rest. Looking at him one last time, she smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips.

On the bed where the midnight moon has stood witness earlier, a naked man slept soundly like a baby.

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The Lecherous Daughter Ch. 01

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The Deal

With my heart fluttering, I stepped into the alley, checking my phone again to make sure I got the right one. Dark and derelict buildings formed the alleyway, closing in on me. I made my way in counting my steps to keep my courage, barely 15 steps in I couldn’t see the lights of the road behind me but I kept going, With each step, my doubt grew, But I preserved and on my 47th step, I found the door.

It was so dark that I could barely see my next step but the door and the carving saying ‘The Witch’s Cafe’ in simple italics were visible as if It was noon not nearing midnight. Every inch of the door it’s brass handle except for a little area around the sign was engraved, It was so detailed I couldn’t make out the pattern. But I wasn’t here for the door, I came here for what’s inside it.

I grabbed the handle and pushed open the door, And looked at what may be the largest cafe I ever saw. The warm air hit me and as I stepped inside and took it all in, The festive mood, the noise of several groups of people having several conversations did nothing to ease my uneasy.

A server approached me, “Welcome, Madam. Can I help you?” I take a deep breath. “I wish to see the Witch.” He’s looking at me, Slowly so I can see what he’s doing he runs his eyes on me, from toes to my head, Taking me in, judging me. He leans closer and whispers so just I can hear “Is Madam a virgin?” I think about lying but remember what I was told and I answer truthfully “No.” “Excellent.” He replied smiling at me “If you will come this way, Madam.”

With my head down, I follow him to the back of the cafe past the reveler, so close that when he stopped I almost ran into him, He turned towards me, and gesturing towards the billowing curtains “If Madam will wait inside here, She will join you soon.”

I stepped into the curtains not sure what I would see and here I saw what I expected the Witches Cafe to look like. To describe it in a word it was Dark. Dark velvet covered everything, The chairs, the drapes, I couldn’t see the carpet through the sinuous mist moving on the floor but I didn’t doubt what I would see if it wasn’t there. I sat on a chair waited for her, As time passed and she didn’t show I thought about what I was doing. I was in a witch’s lounge waiting to ask her a favor. And not just a normal favor, I’m not here to ask her to make me more beautiful, more popular, make me a queen, I’m here to ask her to make my fantasy come true. My depraved, sick fantasy which no good daughter should think of much less playing and planning it out.

“Hello, Little one.”

I nearly jumped out of my skin hearing that voice, I look around and see her sitting next to me. I didn’t see her come in or I was so busy in my thoughts that I was oblivious to her presence. I take a deep breath to calm myself and look at her, She’s beautiful. Sitting next to her I feel like a mangy, unclean dog, I want to abase myself and beg for forgiveness for sitting next to her, I want her to touch me, Just a little touch so I can remember the feeling for all my life.

“What is your wish?”

She spoke to me, the goddess spoke to me, I’m so happy I could die, She asked me a question I need to answer it before she get’s angry with me. As I open my mouth to tell the story I prepared and rehearsed, She smiled at me. And I forgot the lies and told the truth.

“I wish to make love to my parents.”

“And what will you do for your wish?”


“Anything?” she asked with a smile.

I whimper as she smiles, “Yes.” I can’t lie, I can’t get myself to lie to her. I start to panic I have an epiphany. I don’t care. If she can will me to speak the truth she can give me what I need. And I will do anything to get what I need.

“I don’t need anything, I just need 3 things. 3 Little favors which I will call when I need them.”

“What are the rules of the favors?”

“None.” I felt the power in her words.

“If I accept, How will it happen.”

She smirks. “If, you accept. It will happen as you dreamt of. You can shape the story as it happens and mold them as you desire.” My disbelief must have shown on my face, She continues “Do you accept?” She knows I don’t have a choice.

“Yes, I accept,” I reply.

“Excellent,” She lays her hand on mine and our skin touches I feel as an electric shock passes through me. “Let us seal the deal.” She pulls me to her. I fall on my knees, she lifts my head with silken fingers and she kisses me lightly on my lips. I breathe in her scent. My head is spinning, “Remember, You shape the story” she whispers and kisses me again, Harder.

Her tongue traces my lips, I open my lips to let her in. As my tongue greets its paramour, She drinks me in, My eyes close as I fight to pay attention, but all I hear are murmurs and I’m falling into the mist at our feet.

The last thing I remember is her eyes suspended in mist as the body turns to mist and I am lost.


The Homecoming

It bostancı escort bayan has been 4 days since I visited the Witch’s Cafe, After I fainted there, I woke up back in my bed, in my room. My roommate didn’t remember me going out or coming back in that night and if wasn’t for the box I was hugging as I woke up I would have thought the whole thing was just a vivid dream.

Right now I’m driving back home, with the box safely buckled in next to me. The box contained white perfumed candles, which smelled like many things sometimes like an early morning wind, like the grass freshly cut and sometimes they smelled like the witch. The box had a small note along with the candles which just said 3 things.

1 Wish for 3 Favours.

Light one in your room daily.

You shape the story.

So for past 3 days, I lighted one is my room as I went to bed, and went to sleep with her intoxicating aroma and woke up satisfied but not remembering my dreams. Today I woke up knowing it was time for me to go home. I packed a few bags and the got in my car, I timed it so would reach home just before dinner.

As I pulled into my driveway, My mom came out to greet me. Watching her just standing there I felt a pang of desire and then my dad joined her placing his hand on her shoulder. And as they looked at me happy that there is back home after such a long time, I felt some distress at what was going to happen but the desire I felt as I watched them together smothered it.

See the thing is My mom is gorgeous, She’s the perfect woman, Just a bit above 5″ with raven black hair, black eyes and curvaceous body, her hips, her breasts, her lips, she’s perfect, she’s sex on legs and my dad’s drop-dead gorgeous 6″ with blond hair, blue eyes and a body that screamed power no matter what he was doing. And then, There I was, The daughter of 2 perfect physical specimens of humanity,I was disheartening, a little below 5″ with mud brown hair and eyes, a body that looked like a scarecrow, I had to grow my hair out to my waist because boys thought I was a guy with hippy hair. So I ran away to college as soon as I could, and there as I bumbled through college I discovered the wonderful world of Fetishes and the Incest. And my anger at their perfection turned to fascination and quickly into lust.

A thousand stories of seductions, a thousand hours of porn and a drunken confession of my embarrassing secret to my best friend, I found myself outside The Witch’s Cafe and now I’m home, Ready to start a new story.

I stepped out of the car and I hugged them both pulling myself into them. As I squealed “I am so happy to be home. Did you miss me?” That surprised them I was never one for physical affection. “Of course we missed you Kensie.” That was mom, “Com on let’s go inside, Did you eat anything in the way, You must to hungry, Get the bags honey” she ordered my dad as she dragged me inside.

My dad just grinned “You just don’t want to do any of the work, Do you?”

My mom replied haughtily tossing her hair over one shoulder exposing her shoulder to the cold open air “That’s why I married you, dear.” I laughed linking arms with mom. “I’m sooooo hungry Mom” I exaggerated with a sad droopy face.

My dad just laughed “Fine, Leave me to do all the work, You 2 scamps start on dinner.”

I went In and as the table was already ready, Mom and I grabbed some plates and settled on the couch and traded banter with dad as he acted as our pack mule. He finished carrying the bags and joined us on the couch and brought along the wine. As we sat and ate and drank and just chatted about all the things I missed at home, about my friends and their college days mom and I got pretty drunk, And soon it late enough that even college students should go to bed.

As I stood I pretend to fall, and fell on to my mom and shamelessly grabbed her breasts in front of my father “So soft, like clouds” I stage whispered. As mom and I burst into giggles.

“That’s enough for you two.” My dad said as he stood up and pulled me off, my mom.

“Noooo, Boobies” I mock struggled as my mom burst into an another giggling fit. My dad was grinning as he pulled me up and lifted me princess style, And carried me to my room.

He opened the door and as he put me in my bed, I hugged him and before he could react I kissed him on the lips. I pressed myself into him and locked my lips were on his and he froze. I slipped down his body as he was leaning over me and I bit and sucked him on his neck, Hard, hard enough that I know he will have a nice hickey even if couldn’t see it in the dark room. He turns away and as he’s closing the door, I say “Goodnight, Daddy” in putting every drop of pent up lust in me into those 2 words and by the way he paused in the door I know he heard what I was saying.

I got up and searching in the dark I lit a candle and keeping it at my bedside I fell asleep.


The Watcher

I woke up late to find the house empty, ümraniye escort with a note from mom saying she’d be back for lunch. I freshened up and started working. First, I lit a candle in all the rooms in the house opening all the internal doors and locking the external doors and windows to lock in the scent. Once that is done I started searching my parent’s bedroom, for their stash. And I found it, in the bottom second drawer of the closet, I pulled out the shelf and carried it to the bed.

Till now I only used the candle’s at night and now in the morning awake, I could feel the full effect, as I took in the aroma, In just a few minutes since I lit it already filled the room, With each breath I take I could feel it move into me, with each breath I felt lighter and aroused, It was as if someone reached into me and was touching me from underneath my skin, caressing my skin, tweaking my nipples, stroking my lips. I laid out the toys orderly on the bed vibrators, suction cup dildo, double ended dildo, handcuffs, blindfolds.

I closed my eyes, and think my mom blindfolded, handcuffed, spread eagle on the bed I lean over, trailing over her body with my hair, she knows something’s wrong it’s not dad in the room. I touch myself through my pajamas and the wetness on my finger snaps me out of my daydream, I look down at myself, I’m wet with arousal, I can see the stain on my pajamas running down my legs. I’m never been this wet before, I look over at the candle and I know what to do next.

It’s almost time, I go into my mother’s shower turn it on, then I quickly run through the house removing all the candles the house is filled with their aroma. But I leave the one in parents bedroom alight and I wait.

I hear the front door opening and I take a quick peek making sure she’s alone. I turn on a vibrator and leaving it on the bed, I grab the suction cup dildo and I duck into her shower closing the shower door leaving the bathroom door open.

I lather myself up, and I realise that my non-existent breasts have some excellent attributes as I pinch my now hard nipples, A jolt of pleasure ran from my nipple straight to my pussy and my brain, I didn’t even try to suppress the scream of pleasure that tore through me, I fall to my knees barely holding on to consciousness. After 4 days of abstinence, I didn’t realize just how sensitive the candles made me. On my knees, I push open the door and I grab the shower head as I crawl out.

Head down I pull myself forward until I can see my mother in the mirror, in the corner of my eye, She’s holding the still on the vibrator in her hand. I move and fix the dildo to the wall at knee height and facing the mirror with my eyes closed I slowly impale myself on it, my pussy was so sensitive I could only take in the first 4 inches before I felt my first orgasm of the day start deep inside me and I forced myself down taking in all 8 inches of my mother’s dildo, I screamed her name as I fell down limp exhausted after what I knew was my first true orgasm in my life.

But I didn’t stop My face on the floor, My wet hair pasted to my face, My ass lifted up and plugged in the dildo, I turned on the shower head and aiming it at my turgid cilt. And I moved my hips, Forward for a few inches and back down, as my cilt got pounded by a steady shower of warm water. “Mommy” I moaned as I fucked myself a few feet from her, I glanced at the mirror and I saw her leaning against the dresser, skirt pulled up with the dildo inside her and rubbing her cilt with one hand.

I didn’t look away, waiting until I caught her eyes in the mirror, I lifted myself up from the floor so she could see all of me, and pinching my nipple, Looking her in the eyes, I lift myself up until the dildo head is resting in my lips just a bit more and It will fall out. “Take me Mommy.” and I impale myself on it in one thrust, I hold myself upright withering on her dildo, back arched presenting my hard nipples begging to be kissed, I’m cumming again, and as I whimper at my third consecutive orgasm, I see her cumming, cumming as she looks at me, cumming for me.

She pulls out the vibrator from her pussy and throws it on the bed. The room filled with its buzz. She stumbles out of the bedroom and closes the door behind her.

I pull myself to my legs on trembling legs and walk towards the bed. I pick up her vibrator turning it off. I taste my mother on it as I lick it clean, I pack the other toys back into the box and put them in their place in the closet. And walk back to my room nude with my mother’s vibrator in my hand.

I got dressed in a short pink robe, and go down for lunch.

Unlike last night’s dinner, Lunch was a quiet affair. Mom wouldn’t look at me and I wouldn’t stop trying to catch her eye. But she never stopped squirming as the candles did their work.

I finished my lunch and as I went up the stairs I stopped, And leaning down so my robe would split I say “I packed away the other toys, But I took your vibrator and escort kartal the Dildo in the shower needs to be cleaned before it’s put back.”

That snaps her out of it as she glares at me with rage, but before she utters a word she sees me standing just a bit above her, My robe almost falling open, giving her a perfect view of my clean shaved pussy glistening with need, the top so sheer that she can see my hard nipples poking through the edge of the robe and I see the rage turn into lust. She licks her lips as she stares at and but I only smile and go up to my room.

A few minutes later I hear her moans through 3 doors as she cums on the dildo coated with my juice.

I slip into sweet dreams to the music of my mother’s orgasm as I think of what my next step is.


I woke up in a few hours deliciously rested, My mother was in the study and dad hasn’t come home yet, I took a quick shower and went into their bedroom and I saw that just a nub was left of the candle and the toys were packed away. I replaced and relit the candle and getting some clear tape I taped over the mortice in the closet, bathroom and bedroom doors so they wouldn’t catch. I placed the blindfold on their bedside table and took out the dildo and I settled down in their closet and I waited.

As I waited I played with the rubber cock, running my fingers over it, it pulsed in my hands as if it’s alive, I had my own toys and they were never like this one, warm, almost pulsing I felt like it would come alive in my hands, I nestled it against my cheek and I could feel it throbbing along with my heartbeat.

The door was thrown open, And I could see my dad carrying my mom inside princess style just like he carried me last night, but unlike last night they were kissing, devouring each other and he walked up to the bed and threw her down. She laughed and moaned, sprawled out on the bed, her luscious breasts spilling out of her short lace dress, she pulled her dress up languidly pulled her dress up revealing she had nothing underneath, showing her glistening pussy, He growled I shivered at the need in his voice. He tore off his clothes and he got on the bed his cock thrusting out dripping seed, My mom turned over and kneeling into him on all fours nuzzled his hard cock with her face spreading his seed over her face, face down, ass up I could see her pussy moist and I knew she still had my juices on her.

My father was facing me but his eyes were cast down as my mother pulled back and one supple motion took him all in until he is buried in her throat. His hard abs tighten in pleasure and watching his hard body tighten and relax as my mother sinuously moves her body lifting her head till the just the tip of his cock is in her ruby red lips and she takes him in again and again not letting his out of her mouth bringing him to the edge , I too take in the dildo into my mouth copying my mother and I push open the door and as our eyes meet I match my mother’s movements until it could be me sucking on his delicious cock.

Eyes on me he grabs hold of my mother’s head and holding her head still he pulls out completely and with one hard thrust he fucks her face. My drool is dripping down the dildo. With hard thrusts he’s fucking her face and looking at me he says “Mine.” and I realize it’s his dildo, it’s a cast of his cock, I’m fucking my face with my father’s cock. And I driving it deep into my throat, I cum, with my robe open my body slick with my drool and sweat I cum hard and silently. And watching my nakedness my father cum in my mother’s throat. He’s cumming so much even with my mom held down on his cock his sperm overflows from her mouth as she’s choking, trying to swallow every last drop it spills out of her mouth and drips down her face.

Finally spent he lets her up and her throat free of his cock she coughs, eyes closed, her breasts heaving for breath as his cum drools from her slutty mouth.

I point towards the blindfold at his side and he picks it up and slips it on her tear streaked face, covering her face “Hush, Honey.” he whispers in her ear. As he trails his fingers down her trembling body and enters her pussy with two fingers.

I walk out of the closet leaving my robe behind. I stand beside their bed, My mother with her dress pulled up and my father’s semen running down her face and breasts, My nude father straddling my mother with his fingers in my mother. And me, Nude, my drool dripping down my body and a cock molded from my father’s cock dripping with my saliva in my hand.

Looking at me, never taking his eyes off me, He slides down, Sucking on my mother’s tits as she moans I touch myself just on the cilt and the shock that I feel nearly brings me down on top of them, but I catch myself on the bed and my father now straddling her hips enters her, I see his cock head enter her pussy and as he slowly pushed himself in inch by inch he lifts his hand, fingers wet with her up to my face and I take it in, I clean it just as I cleaned my mother’s vibrator earlier but now in my mouth it was my dad’s warm fingers, not hard metal and I sucked on them as I want to suck on his cock. With every thrust, he increased his speed and my mother responded moaning, quivering as his cock invaded her. And I was trapped.

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The Other Side of Gemma

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It was a Friday afternoon and I was in my room playing video games when my younger sister got home from school. I heard her bedroom door close and I waited the usual 5 minutes before it began just as expected; the muffled sounds of her sobbing. My sister, Gemma, had been crying alone in her room for two weeks straight, and I didn’t really know why. I’d assumed it had to do with her recent breakup.

She’d had a boyfriend, Casey, that she’d been with for 3 years. One night not too long ago, Casey had come over to see her. A few hours later he’d run out of the house like his life depended on it, and he hadn’t looked back. After that night he just disappeared, not responding to her phone calls or text messages. My sister had been a zombie since. She went to school and she did her chores and homework, but she said nothing to me or the rest of the family, and she never smiled anymore.

I knew that breakups were hard, and she and Casey had been together a long time, but this seemed really excessive. I’d been through some breakups and they were hard, but I mostly held things intact. Mom just told me that girls were different and to let Gemma have her time, she would snap out of it eventually. Well, I tried but that particular day I decided to go do what I felt was my duty as her older brother, and try to help her out of this massive funk she was in.

I tossed down my game controller and pulled on a t-shirt since I had only been wearing shorts. I went to her room and knocked on her door.

“Gemma?” I called quietly, hand on the knob. If she didn’t let me in, I was going in anyway.

“Go away,” she whimpered miserably.

“I can’t do that. I’m worried about you. Tell me what’s wrong?” I asked. “I just wanna help.”

She mumbled something incoherent.

I tried the knob. It wasn’t locked, so I entered.

Gemma was lying on her bed, face down. It hit me once again how beautiful my sister’s body was. She had long very dark glossy hair, a tiny waist, gorgeous round D-cup breasts (which she was currently lying on top of), and the most amazing pert little ass I had ever seen. At the moment it was on perfect display to me, as her white pleated miniskirt had ridden up a bit, affording me a generous view of the seat of her black lace panties and the sweet soft globes that were exposed to either side of it. My ex-girlfriend calls panties like this “cheeky pants” because they let about half your butt cheeks hang out.

‘It should be a crime for high school girls to wear panties like that,’ I thought, as I felt my cock stir and my balls tingle. I felt wrong looking at her this way. Not only was she my sister, but she had just turned 18 and was barely legal for any other guy my age. I was a 21-year-old college Senior, about to graduate in a month with a Psychology degree. I just lived at home with my family to save money, so I could work and pay tuition with my own money, instead of taking out massive loans like a lot of my friends. But the fact was, I was an adult, she was still a child. And I felt incredibly guilty every time I got turned on by her. Which was often, let me tell you. I didn’t let her know, because I didn’t want her to get creeped out or shy away from me. Out of the 4 kids in our family, we were the closest.

Besides, I was supposed to protect her from horny guys like me, right?

I closed the door behind myself and walked into the room, then I sat down on her bed, and though it killed me, gently pulled her skirt down over her round and inviting ass, for propriety’s sake.

“You’ve been pretty down for two weeks now. I know it can’t be just the breakup with Casey. Why don’t you tell me what’s really wrong?” I asked the sniffling, shaking female form before me.

“Can’t tell you…Too ashamed….Never understand,” were the phrases I caught as she sobbed into her pillow.

“Of course you can tell me. There is nothing you could tell me that would make me think any less of you,”I assured her.

At that, she turned over. She looked like a vision, dark hair spread out on the pillow like shiny sable, ample tits heaving, barely contained in the tiny pink tank top she was wearing that showed just a hint of lace from her black bra right where her cleavage came together. Her big green eyes were full of tears but still glimmered alluringly when the light hit them. Her plump pink lips were parted, glistening, begging to be kissed. She was a walking wet dream.

What did she have to despair over? The world should be her oyster, right? The world itself turned for pretty girls like her, and she was not just pretty, she was bright, too. Hell, she could have anything she wanted! I was a guy, but I had a great life, too, since like my sister I was smart and considered to be very good looking. I’m 6’1 and I have light brown hair and blue-green eyes the ladies can’t stop talking about. I’m not muscular but I am toned. I can get pretty much any girl I want, and I do. I’m definitely not sitting home on Friday nights crying like my sister. So what could be so wrong as to cause ataşehir escort her to do this?

“Something….horrible…happened with Casey,” she confessed, darkly.

“What do you mean?” I asked. Then I got a horrible idea — did he do something to her? My fist began to clench on its own. “Did he do something to hurt you? Just say the word and I will curb stomp that little nerd! I can’t believe this! He always did seem like a spineless little pussy -“

“No, it was me,” she said, closing her eyes and sighing. “It was me.”

“Well, what happened?” I asked, now totally stumped. My sister was very meek, always avoiding confrontation. She wouldn’t hurt a fly, wouldn’t cheat on anyone, and I doubt she would even start an argument with Casey. What could she possibly have done?

She took in a shaky breath and spoke. “Nick, have you ever felt that there were other sides to you?” she asked, eyes still closed. “Other parts of you buried down deep in your subconscious, just waiting to come out when the time is right?”

“Um….no,” I said, lost and now starting to get even more concerned.

My sister sighed, and turned over facing away from me.

“I knew you wouldn’t understand,” she said in a small voice.

“No! No! I am trying to understand! Help me?!” I cried. “I need more information! What happened with Casey?!”

“I scared him away.”


“I scared him. He’s literally afraid of me. When he sees me in the hall at school, he goes white as a sheet, and then he runs the other way. Literally runs.”

I laughed. “What’s so scary about you?” I asked.

“When I get….” she trailed off, shaking her head. “No, I can’t, this is too embarrassing.”

“No, keep going. When you get what?” I prompted. I just had to know what was going on now. It must be something really weird. Casey was a bit of a pussy, yes, but this reaction he was having was extreme.

“When I get…um…horny,” she said, and sighed again from the embarrassment and her unwillingness to talk about this with me. “I change.”

“Into a vampire, ah ah ah!” I teased.

“Get out!” she cried, sitting up, eyes blazing, pointing at the door. “I knew you wouldn’t take this seriously!”

“I am, I am! I’m sorry!” I yelped, holding up my hands in apology and surrender. “I’m sorry! I was just trying to lighten the mood!”

“Well, you can’t. This is serious, Nick. I’m a freak. No one’s ever going to love me!” she wailed, as she put her hands to her face and started to boo hoo in earnest.

“Don’t say that! Come here,” I said, taking her in my arms and holding her. “Tell me what happens? What makes you think you’re a freak? It can’t be that bad.”

“It’s soooo bad,” she said, woefully. But she pulled away from me, facing me on the bed as she began to tell me the story. “I never went very far with Casey until two weeks ago. I had let him touch my boobs a little before, and that felt good. But a couple weeks ago he touched me, you know, down there.”

All I could think was that Casey was a stronger man than I. If he was really dating a girl as hot as Gemma and not ramming it into her cunt and ass on a daily basis, he should be elevated to sainthood. But I kept that thought in, for obvious reasons. It was obvious that unlike most girls who looked like her, my sister was actually very innocent. She seemed almost completely uninterested in sex. I’d always thought she just never allowed me to see that side of herself, but I now knew that side hadn’t existed at all until recently. Strange…

“We were making out here in my bed. When he touched me there it felt so good, and I started to feel like I was gonna, you know, go.”

“You mean cum?”

“Yeah, but I just can’t call it that. It’s so dirty.”

“Okay, whatever. So you were about to cum, and….”

“And that’s when it happened.”

“What happened?”

“I changed. Something came over me. I felt this rush. I got extremely horny. I started saying and doing horrible things.”

“Like what?” I asked.

She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, or rather, she crossed them under those magnificent breasts, making them sit up like an offering. I did my best not to look at them.

“I started swearing and pulling his hair and telling him to…to….you know….do you-know-what to me.”

“Fuck you?” I guessed.

She nodded solemnly.

“What’s so bad about that?!” I cried. Sounded like a dream to me.

“I was completely out of control! I jumped on top of him and started grinding myself on him, demanding he do all these crazy dirty things to me and all the various holes in my body! And he was trying to calm me down, telling me to slow down, but I told him I wanted his…” she trailed off again, having turned red.

“Cock?” I said, knowing she was uncomfortable with these words. She was so innocent for her age. It was such a turn-on. It made me just want to be the one to corrupt her. To really see how dirty she could get with the right motivation, you know? kadıköy escort bayan But, I mean, that wouldn’t be right for me to do, since I am her brother. It sucks, but it’s true.

“Yes! Can you imagine me saying that?” she implored.

“No,” I shook my head. “No, I really can’t.”

“He said to slow down, and he tried to talk sense into me saying it was my first time and he didn’t want it to hurt, and we should have condoms, and probably some lube if we were gonna do even half the things I was talking about. Then he said he wanted to make love to me not fuck me. And I got so frustrated, and I…I-I slapped him and told him I wanted to fuck, NOW, and he’d better ‘fuck me like a real man and stop acting like a whiny bitch!'” she finished. Then she cast her eyes downwards in shame.

I was shocked. I couldn’t imagine my sister saying or doing these things. But it was seriously making my cock hard imagining it. It also took everything in me not to laugh. I thought it was so funny, and if I didn’t know this was causing her so much pain I would have fallen off the bed laughing and clutching my stomach. But I somehow managed to hold it in.

“He panicked and ran. He never spoke to me again,” she finished. “After he left, I…I masturbated FURIOUSLY. With everything I could find. Until I passed out.”

She finished the story with a little squeak of embarrassment, then hung her head again.

I sat there looking at her in wide-eyed shock.

“Nick, there is some kind of sex monster, some kind of sex addict, lurking inside me. And when I get really horny she comes out, makes me lose myself…makes me do things. Not just what I did to Casey.”

“You mean there’s more?” I gasped.

“Yes. Three days ago I did something else. Something I didn’t find out about until today.”

“What?” I whispered.

“This other part of me took on a life of it’s own,” she said, raising her eyes to mine in fear. “Now that it’s come out once, I guess it can come out anytime it wants. It came out three nights ago. This other side of me, this other girl inside of me, she gave herself a name. Then she went and got a job. She calls herself Gem, and Gem went online and found an adult nightclub. Then she went there and signed me, or rather herself, up to work there.”

“Whaaaat?!” I cried.

“Oh yes. This is the place,” she said, reaching into her nightstand drawer and handing me a glossy card with a naked woman on it arched over the words “Kitty Kat Klub” and beneath that there was a phone number at the bottom, surrounded in flames and paw prints. “I found this in my purse this morning, so I went there on lunch hour just to make sure it’s real. It is.”

“She signed you up to work at a strip club?” I asked, flabbergasted.

“Even worse. An escort service. The Kitty Kat Klub, it’s a….a whorehouse Nick,” she said, shaking her head. “These girls at this club, they have sex for money. But I don’t think Gem even wants the money, she just wants the sex. And since I’m not putting her in positions where she can get sex, she’s found a place where she can get all the sex she wants. And she doesn’t care if she makes me a whore in the process!”

I looked up from the card at my panicked little sister, and I knew I had to help her. Save her. From herself, or rather from this cock-starved whore inside of her.

“Don’t worry, we will fix this,” I told her, squeezing her forearm supportively. “We will figure this out.”

“I don’t want to lose my virginity at the Kitty Kat Klub!” she wailed. “Please help me, Nick? Help me stop her?!”

“I will, okay?”

“How?!” she moaned.

“Look, maybe it’s best if you let me talk to her? I need to talk to this Gem, as she calls herself.”

“No! What are you, crazy? She will only try to hit on you!”

“I doubt that, I am your brother.”

“What if she doesn’t care?” she asked, looking grossed out and fearful. “What if she attacks you like she did Casey?!”

“Gemma, I’m not a sissy teenage boy like Casey. I think I can defend myself against one horny girl, I do it all the time.”

Okay, that’s a lie, I never defend myself against horny girls, rather I encourage them have their way with me. But if I WANTED to defend myself against them, I definitely could!

“Well….” she said, thinking it over with some level of remaining uncertainty.

“I have a theory, Gemma, on how to help you,” I told her. “But you have to trust me, and we have to start now. Mom and Dad are gone for the week and if we work hard we can fix this before they get back.”

“What’s your theory?”

“We have to integrate your two personalities. One side of you is somewhat out of touch with your sexuality, and so your mind has somehow created this other side. This other side that’s too…”

“Slutty?” she volunteered with disdain. She obviously was disgusted by Gem and her behavior.

“For lack of a better word, yes. If we can merge the two, you would be a normal girl, in terms of sexuality. You wouldn’t be escort maltepe an 18-year-old virgin, but you wouldn’t be a whore at the Kitty Kat Klub, either.”

“Okay, but how?”

“I have to talk to Gem first, get to know her, get to know her motivations. Find out if she knows about you and how her actions affect you. Then I will know what we need to do.”

“But it’s dangerous, Nick, to let her out.”

“It’s the only way. I am a professional,” I assured her. “I know what I am doing.”

“You haven’t even graduated yet,” she scoffed.

“Hey, I am almost there! And I’m the best you’re gonna get for free,” I joked.


“You could go see a therapist, though. Tell some stranger about all of these things. Do you really wanna do that?” I asked, knowing full well she didn’t.

“No! I can’t! Look, I trust you, okay? Just…Just promise me you will control her? Promise me you won’t let her out of the house? Promise me you won’t let her go to that club? I can’t let her keep embarrassing me like this. I can’t let her cost me anything or anyone else important to me.”

“I promise, I will control her. I will not let her out of the house. Hell, I’ll tie her up if I have to.”

“Okay, good,” she said, resigned. “Well, how do you suppose I should lure her out?”

“Um, isn’t it obvious?” I asked, giving her a look. “Just masturbate.”

“Oh,” she said, and turned red again. “Well, leave the room and I will try.”

I shook my head at my sister’s innocent views.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea. If I’m not here, I won’t see when you change. If I don’t know she’s here, how will I make sure she doesn’t escape the house?”

“Oh. Right. Well, I can’t mas- I can’t touch myself with you in here. So what do we do?”

“You can. You can do it. I will just turn around. I won’t be looking, I’ll have nooo idea what you’re doing.”

“You’ll know exactly what I’m doing!” she cried.

“Okay, that’s true. But I won’t know how you’re doing it. And I won’t see it. Tell you what, I won’t even pay attention. I’ll just be sitting here thinking about sports,” I lied.

“Oh, okay,” she said, believing me.

The truth is, I wanted to help her, but I also wouldn’t have minded being in the room when she did something so intently sexual. It would be the closest I could ever come to fucking her, after all. I was excited!

“Well, turn around,” she said, sounding like she was about to trudge to her doom rather than make herself feel really good.

I turned around and she laid down. I closed my eyes, trying to hone in on my senses of hearing and smell, since I couldn’t see anything. I heard her pull off her panties, and I instantly got fully hard. I’d expected maybe she’d put her hand in her panties, but she apparently liked to take them completely off. I imagined what she must look like, laying there with her hand between her spread legs, caressing her clit with her fingertips. Growing wetter and wetter. Spreading her juices from her opening up to her clit to moisten it.

I was definitely going to have to jack off after this little adventure, that much was for certain.

I listened to the sound of her breathing. First it started off normal, but it quickly began to escalate as my baby sister began to truly masturbate completely believing that I was sitting at the foot of her bed oblivious and thinking about NFL stats, or something. I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not that she’s stupid. Like I said, my sister is very bright. It’s just that she’s so out of touch with her own sexual thoughts and desires, she doesn’t think very far into anyone else’s.

The sexual energy in the room was rising. I smelled the sweet musky scent of her pussy juices waft past my nose. I was in heaven. My cock was so hard I was having trouble not touching it. I had to plant my hand firmly on the bed to resist. I listened as she got more and more excited and her breaths started to come out in little puffs. Then she abruptly stopped.

What was going on? Why was she stopping?

“Um, Nick…can you help me?” she asked, sweetly.

“With what?” I asked.

“With my pussy,” she said, and giggled most lustily. “I know you want to touch it. So why don’t you? Why don’t you come over here and slide your fingers deep into my pussy? It’s so hot right now, Nick. My pussy, I mean. It’s steaming hot and so wet. Wanna feel?”

I turned around and looked at her. She had her legs splayed out lewdly and a finger lazily pumping in and out of the prettiest little pink pussy I’d ever seen. Her eyes were set on me and filled with a hunger the likes of which I’d never seen.

The normally sweet features of my sister’s face had drawn themselves into the face of a wanton slut. Her eyes were wider, her eyebrows drawn down, her lips twisted into a small smirk. Her whole expression was mischievous and her eyes were horny…so horny. Her pink tongue darted out and slowly caressed her plump lips, moistening them. I could only imagine her tongue swirling like that around the head of my cock.

“Gem,” I said. It wasn’t a question. This was her. This was my sister’s inner sex goddess. And she was finger-fucking herself in front of me.

She was amazing!

Why would she ever want to keep someone like this repressed?!

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My Best Friends Father Ch. 09

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The nap wasn’t to last very long. Perhaps a half hour had passed when Mr P shook me awake. “Come on sleepy head, time to get up.” He said much too jovially. “I thought men were supposed to be the ones to cum and instantly fall asleep.” He chuckled.

I groaned and tried to snuggle deeper into the pillow. I heard him laugh again. “None of that now. Up and at ’em, the day’s a wasting!” He continued as he lightly smacked me on the bottom. “No rest for the wicked and any other home grown adage you’d care to throw in there.” I could hear that insufferable smirk in his voice and just knew I wasn’t going to be able to laze away the day any longer. Mr P obviously had something in mind.

I grumbled but sat up, yawning and stretching the sleep from my body. I grimaced as I heard a number of joints pop and slowly my brain registered the many aches and pains of my poor mistreated… but satiated… body. It felt good, God; I felt good! Even though I hurt all over, it was the kind of ache you got after an honest day’s work… or in my case, days, then nights, then mornings work.

Mr P slipped out of bed and I was tempted to flop back down onto the pillow but I wasn’t quick enough as he walked around my side of the bed and threw the covers off me. “Not a chance Honey.” He said with a little chuckle. “It’s time to get up. It’s already after nine.”

I pouted. “But that’s still early! I’m on holidays, remember?”

“Yes, but I don’t take days off of work all the time so I’m going to make the most of it. So out of bed now!” His voice had taken on that no nonsense tone of his and I quickly, though still somewhat sullenly, got out of bed.

Mr P dragged me into his ensuite and ran another shower for us both, toothbrushes included. He was all brisk and business like and I was disappointed to realise that this wasn’t to be a slow luxurious shower like before. No this was to be quick and efficient. Once we were both done, he turned the water off and we got out to get dry. As we headed back into his room, he gave me a gentle nudge towards his door. “Go get some clothes on, I feel like going out for breakfast.”

I felt my stomach sink with disappointment again. I’d been hoping just to spend the whole day in the house with Mr P, not venturing too far from the bedroom. I sighed with disappointment but did as I was told, heading toward the room I was supposed to be sleeping in to get some clothes.

“Skirt and shirt, no bra, no panties,” Mr P said from behind me as I reached his doorway, which made my stride falter. I hesitated in the entrance of his room, standing there naked not knowing if I should turn around and acknowledge his instructions or just nod my head and keep going. In the end I thought it best to turn. I still felt awkward and a little uncomfortable at not wearing panties under my skirt and I think that showed as Mr P smirked at my uneasy stance. But I dropped my eyes and nodded.

“Yes Sir.” I answered in a small voice feeling the blush as it spread across my face. My stomach began doing that butterfly thing as my mind thought up all manner of embarrassing things Mr P could ask me to do while we were out in public and then realised that I would, in all likelihood do them simply because it was Mr P asking them of me. My insides trembled at the prospect and I wondered if I should try to be assertive and just say “No” and really mean it! But the thought didn’t last more than three seconds in my head as I accepted the fact that regardless of what I was feeling this instant, when push came to shove I was a lost cause and I would end up doing it. Why was I bothering to expend energy trying to fight the inevitable?

All in or all out, I thought to myself, as a small smile touched my lips. This was to be a great turning point in my life and one for the better I hoped.

I made my way to the other bedroom and rummaged around in my suitcase. Selecting a flared skirt and tight fitting tank top that would give my bosom at least some modicum of support, I dressed quickly. Turning to the bed, I espied my black lace under-garments at the foot of the bed. Mr P must have thrown them there at some stage when we’d gotten back from dinner. Bending to retrieve them from the floor, the sudden memory of giving Becky the pink and blue pair I’d bought especially for her came flooding back and I felt as if I’d been punched in the stomach. I sank onto the bed holding the garments in my hands clenched against my tummy as I leant over my knees in an effort to get some air back into my lungs.

Tears came unbidden to my eyes, trickling over my lashes and falling at my feet. God I’d made such a mess of things! Oh, I knew it took two to tango and I knew that it wasn’t entirely my fault, but it sure felt like it. I felt so bad for Mr P and Becky. Never mind me. How was their relationship going to survive this? How on earth was everything going to be okay ever again? pendik escort I hoped against hope that it would be.

I could feel a sob building in my chest but I swallowed it back not wanting to let Mr P see me as a blubbering mess. I needn’t have worried. Mr P was already standing in the doorway as I glanced that way to check on his progress. I was hoping to get myself under some semblance of control before he came into the room, but I guess his timing was better than mine, or worse maybe.

He just gazed at me with a sad kind of look in his eyes knowing, without having to ask, what had me upset. He walked over and sat beside me, draping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his chest. “Now no tears! I told you; it’ll be okay, we’ll sort it out somehow.” He reassured me softly.

I desperately wanted to believe him, but I just couldn’t see how it would be. “How?” I asked dejectedly.

“Honestly? I don’t really know, but we will. I’m sure of that. We just need to give Becky a little bit of space and then try again.”

“Do you really believe that Mr P?” I asked sniffing.

He gave me a soft smile as he brushed away my tears. “I really do, Erika.”

I so desperately wanted to believe him, but in my heart I just couldn’t see it happening. Oh, I still held hope but even that was only tenuous at best. “I wish I had your faith.” I said sadly.

Mr P sighed as he squeezed my shoulders again. “Becky will come round, eventually. I’ve known her a long time remember.” He joked trying to ease the tension.

I smiled despite myself and then couldn’t help the question that followed. “You’ve known me a long time too, Mr P. Did you ever imagine this would happen between us?”

He leant back and raised my chin with his hand, staring into my face. “I never imagined anything like this would happen between you and me, ever.” He said seriously. “But I’m very glad it did,” he told me as he leant down and brushed a fleeting kiss across my lips.

I breathed in deeply and let my eyes close. As much as I agreed with him, I couldn’t quite stop the feelings of guilt that sat heavily in my stomach. “Are you sure about that though?” I asked again. Opening my eyes, I stared up into his and saw that ‘something’ that scared the living shit out of me, but also thrilled me to my core. I would never grow tired of seeing that look in his eyes. I’d offered him my heart and he had taken it. I should have known better than I did, but the guilt made me ignore it and I pushed on. “Are you really sure Mr P? Because if there is even an inkling of a chance that your relationship with Becky will survive this situation if I leave…” I swallowed the huge lump in my throat at what I was going to say next and my voice wavered badly as I finished, “Then I will, I’ll leave right now. I don’t want you to lose Becky too. That would be too much for me to handle. She’s my friend, but she’s your daughter, Sir. I can’t come between that, I just can’t!” Big fat tears rolled down my cheeks.

Mr P shook his head, his brow furrowed a little in anger as his fingers dug almost painfully into my shoulders. “Don’t ever think that! Not for a second, not ever, do you hear me?” I sniffed pathetically and Mr P’s grip loosened somewhat. “Erika, I know you heard the argument I had with Becky yesterday, well most of it anyway. And I stand by what I said. I’m done apologising for being me and for trying to be happy. If my own daughter cannot accept the fact that you are the one that makes me happy, then I didn’t raise her as well as I thought I did!”


“No buts! I won’t lose you, not now that I’ve only just found you.” Mr P growled. He laid a palm softly against my cheek; his hand nearly as big as my face. He continued more gently, “Promise me Erika; you won’t even think about that again! Not after yesterday.”

I blinked and turned my head into his palm, kissing the warm skin of his hand as yesterday’s time spent in the kitchen came back to me and I shivered. I half stood and scooted over, ensconcing myself on his lap. I pulled up my knees and tucked my body in against his as I lay my head on his shoulder. His strong arms came about and held me close. “I promise!” I whispered.

“Thank you!” He whispered as he pressed his lips against my brow. “I don’t ever want to lose you.” His low voice whispered against my skin. It made me shiver and I felt a warm feeling flow outward from my chest, infusing my entire body. I felt all those piercing emotions I had felt for him yesterday resurface and just about crush me with their intensity. His palm was against my cheek once again and he used it to tilt my head upward. I closed my eyes and let him raise my chin as I felt his lips against my temple, then my cheek, then the corner of my mouth; before finally his warm, pliant lips were pressed against mine.

So softly he kissed me, his lips burning and sweet, his breath against my mouth filling me with his warmth. I sighed as I returned maltepe escort his soft kiss, my hand coming up to gently hold his face as well. I opened my mouth to him, my tongue slowly flicking out to tentatively touch his lip. He tilted his head and his mouth moved over mine, his tongue gently snaking out to stroke against mine as the kiss deepened. His kiss was pure and hot and full of such a consuming need for love I felt my heart shatter as I clung to him and poured my soul into his body! This man, this wonderful, scary, incredible man, was everything and more than I could ever have imagined I would find. And even though Becky was still a point of contention for me, I was never going to let him go!

The kiss eased off and eventually, our mouths parted and I sucked in a shaky breath. It was just as well I was sitting down, because whenever Mr P kissed me like that, my legs turned to water! I looked up at him and I clasped my bottom lip between my teeth, my eyes searching his. There it was again, that look that scared and thrilled me. Now I knew I wasn’t imagining things… and I was sure he saw the same thing in my eyes too.

My hand was still against his face and I ran my fingers lightly over his lips as I stared at him again. “Mr P, is it too soon to say that I think I’m in love with you?” I whispered.

His hand caught mine and he lightly kissed my fingertips before he stared into my eyes. “I don’t think so. I already know I’ve fallen in love with you.” He told me.

I felt that warm sense of well being infuse my entire body once more and my face flushed with colour as I smiled up at him.

“Honey, there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about,” Mr P said gently, though instantly I felt my stomach drop.

“Yes?” I queried tentatively.

“Considering everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve done, I think it’s probably about time you started calling me by my first name.” He smiled at me then, “Well, when we aren’t in the bedroom at least.”

I swallowed, relief flushing through me. “Oh!” I said dumbly, realising for the first time that I didn’t actually know what his first name was. I knew the family name was Petranovich. But I don’t think I could recall Becky even once referring to her dad by his first name, and seriously what young girl took especial note of what old people where talking about when it didn’t directly involve them? Becky had always said, ‘my dad’ this and ‘my dad’ that, but never once mentioned his real name, not to me at least. No doubt I did the same when talking to her of my father. I looked up at him somewhat guiltily. “Um, I don’t actually know what your first name is?” I told him abashedly, chewing on my bottom lip again. “Or if I was told in the past, I don’t remember it.”

He quirked an eyebrow at me, “Really?” He asked and then chuckled.

I nodded at him. “And besides that I don’t know if I could call you anything other than Mr P?” I said. “A habit of a lifetime is hard to break.”

He chuckled again. “I know. But I am sure you’ll try hmm?”

“Yes sir. I’ll try.” I answered.

“Good girl.” He said as he released my hand and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “So my first name is Misha… in case you were wondering.” Mr P said, adding on the end to be a little ironic. “But most of the guys call me Mick. Don’t ask me why because I’ve no idea.”

I smiled though and I felt a small blush creep across my cheeks. “Misha.” I said, trying out his name on my tongue. It sounded great and I liked the feel of it when I spoke. “Misha.” I said again.

I felt Mr P give a small shiver and then he was still. “I like the way you say my name.” He said softly.

I smiled. “I can’t promise to always remember to call you that. Mr P is pretty ingrained.”

“So long as you try, Honey.” He told me.

“I promise.” I said.

“Good girl.” He replied. “Now we need to get going. Breakfast is calling and I’m starving!”

He rose and pulled me with him, setting my feet down on the floor gently. I stood there, promising myself that from now on, I would try not to dwell on the whole screwed up situation. As Mr P had said, he didn’t take days off work all that often, so I’d worry about it tomorrow, when I was on my own. He gave me a reassuring smile and wink before leading me by the hand out of the room and down the hall.

The hallway branched off in an “L” shape to the front door, with an arched doorway into the lounge room. I came to a stop behind Mr P as we finally took in the destruction we’d caused the other night after dinner. Nothing had been shifted. We’d been too busy in the bedroom to even venture this far in the house before now. The fallen picture lay with a broken frame in front of the main door, bits of plasterboard from the wall peppered the carpet, one of Mr P’s shoes and both of my sandals lay in the middle of the hall and the crack in the wall started about a third of the way up from the floor … about kartal escort the spot where my ass had been drilled against it … and ran all the way to the ceiling. The nadir of the crack was a slightly rounded indentation roughly the shape and size of my backside. It looked like a small earthquake had struck this part of the entrance hall and Mr P let out a small amused sigh.

“Looks like this isn’t going to be the simple patch job I thought it would be. I’m going to have to replace this whole section of wall panel.” He walked forward and stood before the crack, his hands on his hips as he appraised the damage. “Ah well, it’s just lucky I work for a construction business and can get the work done cheap, hmm?” He chuckled and winked at me again, which made me blush slightly with embarrassment. I knew it was both our fault but for some unknown reason I felt the compulsion to apologise for the scene of destruction we were surveying right now.

No wonder Becky had come tearing in thinking that something was wrong. I know I would have thought the same thing. And to be confronted with the scene of your father in bed with your best friend… well, I couldn’t even imagine what that would be like to witness. I swallowed the guilty lump in my throat at the thought of my best friend and reminded myself that I wasn’t supposed to be dwelling on that today. There would be time enough for that tomorrow.

Mr P stooped to recover his lone shoe and tossed it at the shoe rack near the front door, then stood and handed me my sandals. “Your shoes.” I smiled weakly and took them from him bending a little to put them on. “We’ll clean the rest of this up later.” He said as he moved the painting to one side and leant it against the wall.

I made to approach him, thinking that we’d be leaving immediately, but to my surprise Mr P quickly advanced on me and wrapped his arms about me, pinning my arms to my sides. He hefted me bodily and carried me into the lounge room. He put me down as I felt the back of the sofa fetch up against my bottom and almost immediately his hand was in my hair, yanking back my head as his lips brutally took mine.

His tongue delved deeply into my mouth, sucking the breath from my lungs, making my knees feel weak and unsteady. His teeth nipped and raked across my lips and I moaned into his mouth. I felt my nipples bunch hard beneath the thin material of my shirt as they pressed into his chest and I felt his other hand slide urgently down my side only to slide back up the rear of my thigh under my skirt. I moaned again, making small desperate sounds in my throat as my desire fired once again for this man. My tongue reacted and responded in kind, seeking the hot, moist inside of Mr P’s mouth, wanting to taste him, to consume him. My hands gripped handfuls of his shirt on either side of his waist as I felt his hand move up to grip my buttocks, his fingers kneading and stroking at the soft rounded flesh of my ass cheek.

I panted as I ground the top of my pubic bone against one of his thighs trying to massage the ache that had arisen in my throbbing clit. I felt his knee as it pressed between my legs and roughly thrust them wider allowing his questing hand beneath my skirt to slide deeper into the hot, wet recess of my legs and all the while his lips never left mine.

I gasped against his mouth as I felt his finger brush along my nether lips, light and teasing, back and forth, round and round, until I was panting in urgency and thrusting my hips back against his fingers. I’m sure my nails were tearing the material of his shirt where I gripped it, but my eyes were rolled up in their sockets and I didn’t care if they were, all I could think of is feeling Mr P’s fingers against my young, hot, and now aching pussy.

I cried out in ecstasy, my head jerking back even further, as without warning he impaled me on that finger. I was a blubbering mess as Mr P’s mouth travelled across my jaw and down to my shoulder. His finger thrust into my sopping pussy deeper and deeper, over and over again, and like the little hussy I had become with this man, I begged him to keep going with pants and moans and little whispers of “Oh God yes, please Sir!”

Another finger joined the first and my hips thrust down urgently against his fingers as I ached to get them deeper inside of me. I could feel his teeth biting at the flesh of my shoulder, big firm chomps that were followed with a swipe of his hot, wet tongue. I nearly wailed in despair as I felt Mr P jerk his fingers out of me, leaving me empty and longing for more. I heard that mean chuckle of his as he lifted his mouth from the crook of my neck. “You’re such a wanton little slut, Honey. But I’m not done with you yet.”

The hand in my hair tightened once more, making me wince a little, as his mouth crushed my lips again. His tongue darted deep and hot inside my mouth, eliciting another throaty moan from me. But too soon he broke it off. I didn’t have time to voice my complaint as I was spun around on the spot and shoved bodily over the back of the couch. Bent double, my feet just touching the floor by the tips of my toes; I felt my skirt being yanked up from behind and Becky’s father’s staying hand on the small of my back.

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My Fuck Buddy Pt. 01: How It Started

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Welcome to my 3-part series, this is revolved around my relationship with a friend of mine called Natasha. She and I were (and still are) in a sexual relationship with each other at university. The character of Amy/Amyla in my other published series are based off of her! I will also be referring to myself as XXX in this short series. Before I begin with how this relationship began, I will note that while 99% of this is true, I will be writing it as if it was one of my other writings. Hope you enjoy and always open to questions 😉

It started in June 2018. I was at University living in an accommodation building. On that evening I was in the library, finishing some class work which I was not even close to completing. I had been in there for a few hours, fuelled by a can of Dr. Pepper to give me extra energy. I had my phone beside my laptop, charging in the plug socket close by the table which I was sitting alone on. While the sun began to sink below the horizon and the darkness began to envelop the campus, I received a buzz on my phone. Curious I looked over at the screen to see a WhatsApp message from Natasha. A friend of mine whom I met in 2017.

I remember when I met her very well. In 2017 I was starting University and attended a fresher’s party with someone whom I had met roughly a week beforehand. Craig was pretty cool but wasn’t very kind at times, he would tell people how it was not really caring for other people’s feelings. We went to this party and had told me his girlfriend Natasha was going to be there. I thought that he probably had a girlfriend due to his looks and confidence, but I never thought he would be able to date a girl like Natasha. When I saw her, I quickly thought she was one of the most attractive women I had ever seen!

She was short, roughly 5’3 with shoulder length blonde hair and very pretty face. Her body was even better: curvy with thick thighs and nice ass, tits which would make anyone divert attention from her bright blue eyes. We greeted like normal people and got along well, she was kind and funny, confident and sassy, while I knew she was taken I couldn’t help but feel sexually attracted to her, much like most guys she had probably met in her life. I recall feeling jealous of Craig for being able to date someone so hot. As time went on, we continued to come across each other on campus and whenever she hung out with Craig. Eventually this led to us exchanging numbers and talking pretty regularly. We became pretty close and would hang out with groups of friends we both knew, I very quickly got used to being just friends, thinking at the time that she was not into me in the slightest other than in a friendly way.

Which brings me to this text which she had sent that evening. I knew that one of her friends was going out to celebrate his birthday so I thought it odd that I would receive a text from her at that time of evening, assuming that she was busy partying and having a good time forgetting about studies which I was torturing myself through. The message read:

“You free? x” Admittedly curious I texted back quickly saying I was in the library and was working on a paper. She replied asking to meet me somewhere and fast. Replying back quickly I said I will met her at my accommodation building to chat. I felt tired from working for so long and wanted to go home, seeing what my friend wanted was the kick up the backside I needed to leave and take time to relax. Packing up my laptop, papers and phone I left the library to go home, expecting to see Natasha waiting outside.

After 5-10 minutes of walking from the library to my building I did not see any sign of Natasha anywhere. I looked around once I reached the main entrance and waited outside. After a few moments I decided to call her to make sure she still wanted to meet.

“I’ll be there in a sec just wait there.” She said in a hurried and firm voice, I knew then she was pissed off about something, she would sound like that all the time when she was mad at someone or something for so long. A few moments of waiting in the nice breeze, watching people go about their daily business whether it was getting home from work or groups of students my age fucking about having fun that evening. I jumped out of my almost trance when I heard voice.

“Hey.” ataşehir escort bayan The voice said from beside me. Looking around to follow the voice I saw Natasha beside me. My first thoughts where how good she looked. She applied just the right amount of makeup to make her look even hotter, lips coated with a bright red lipstick and eyes shaded black, among other types of makeup which I had no idea what to call. She fitted her curvatious body into a black dress which would sparkle in light, the dress itself was low cut to show her cleavage and rode up to her lower thighs, she was taller from the heels which she was wearing but was still a number of inches shorter than me, finally a small black purse hung over her bare shoulder. It was clear to anyone who saw her in that state that she was upset about something, she looked mad and had tears in her eyes. I answered back asking what was wrong, and that I thought that she was going to hang out with Craig and her friends that night. She answered saying she and Craig got into a massive argument.

“What did you guys argue about?” I asked trying to see what I could do to help her. She would usually come to me when she had issues with her boyfriend, she had told me before that I was the only man who she spoke to about her relationships and some of her closest girlfriends were also members of this elite group of wannabe therapists.

“Can we go inside? I don’t want to talk about it out here.” She answered crossing her arms and looking toward the entrance to the building. I nodded for her to follow as I entered the building, signing in the visitor sheet to let the staff know I had a guest. As we walked to my room, going up a few steps then into the elevator she spoke to me more.

“I didn’t interrupt anything did I?”

“No, I was just finishing up work.”

“Where you or did I stop you from working?”

“I was done for the night when you texted.” I lied to her, she would have felt bad if she pulled me away from my work, even though I wanted out of the stuffy library. Eventually accepted that it was no problem that I was helping her, going quiet again until we reached my floor and went into the public kitchen. Once we entered the room there was no one in there, unclean plates and messy counters as usual from my floor mates. I huffed angrily and began to clean up while she sat on a chair beside the large round table.

“So, what happened?” I asked while I tidied the kitchen. I looked over to see her sitting with one leg crossed over the other showing her nice legs in my direction. She explained to me what had happened. It was earlier that day when she met up with the group, they had their day planned to hang out around campus for pre-drinks before going to a night club. She told me she noticed Craig did not say hi or greet her in any way, just kept talking to his friends. When she heard what they were talking about she had to pull him away from everyone to voice her thoughts to him. According to her she heard them talk about a friend he knew saying how he would fuck her and other nasty things he would do to her (I don’t know how true this is). After that he shouted at her and she shouted back insults to each other before she left him and the group in anger.

In response to this story I turned around on the kitchen counter and looked at her, concerned about how she was feeling at the time. She did not take her eyes off of me when we spoke, she looked up at me with her pretty blue eyes, lips rose red and pouting sexily as she listened to my take on the situation.

“Well if he is talking about being unfaithful and how he wants other women when you’re right there I don’t think he’s getting his priorities straight.” I told her, she huffed and adjusted some jewellery she had on, seemingly trying to take her mind off of the situation.

“I dunno XXX, like am I not good enough in his opinion? I mean I got dressed up and spent hours getting myself ready for tonight and now you’re the only one who gets to see me like this.” She gave a light chuckle and bit her lip lightly when she finished the sentence. I replied to her saying that I didn’t know what he thinks but anyone would think that she was looking good in that outfit.

She smiled and got up from her seat escort kadıöy and stepped over to me casually, placing her hand on my arm and lightly stroking it she wiped a tear from her eye trying to keep her makeup from running. I asked if she was ok when she looked up into my eyes, she nodded lightly and mustered up a cute smile for me. I smiled back, feeling her hand move down to my hand as she held it firmly. She bit her lip and her expression changed, she moved her eyes from my eyes to my lips as she leaned forward and kissed me. A shot of excitement rushed through my body as I felt her lips brush onto mine; my mind darted from surprise and shock to confusion as I kissed her back, feeling her body press onto mine I started to get hard. She moved her hand from holding mine to holding my neck, while her other hand rested on my waist. I felt her leg rise up and press itself on my side, keeping me in place while she kissed me harder.

I moved one hand to wrap around her lower back, only inches from her thick ass, feeling the material of her dress through my fingers. My other hand moved to hold her raised leg in place, feeling her soft skin. We continued to kiss each other, exploring each other. I couldn’t help myself as the sexual attraction to Natasha came flooding back to me. As a mix of our moans and lip smacking filled the kitchen, I thought that someone walked in on us, as I heard the door open and close quickly after. However, I was too invested in Natasha, holding her, feeling my growing cock in my jeans press against the denim which felt uncomfortable.

I finally pushed her away firmly, battling with myself saying it was wrong, but I wanted it. “Why did you do that?” I asked, breathing softly trying to get my breath back. She did the same, running her hand through her silky blonde hair. She looked at me and licked her lips. What she said to me made me decide what I was going to do:

“If Craig wants to fuck other women why can’t I want to be fucked by other men?”

The next few moments where a blur to me. I was too busy thinking about what was going to happen between me and Natasha. We ended up in my room, the door slammed shut. there was no noise except the thud of my body pressed against the wall of my room and the furious lip smacking and moaning of both of us. The noise of me belt beginning to be undone soon entered my ears as Natasha began to fumble with the buckle. I quickly moved my hands to the bottom of her dress, hiking it up above her thick thighs and juicy ass. I felt her underwear when I brushed my fingers across her ass as I groped her. She moaned when she felt my firm hands on her uncovered backside. Breaking the kiss to focus on getting my jeans off. She smiled as she eventually got the belt off. She quickly unzipped the fly of my trousers and dove her hands into my pants. Whilst she pulled my cock out, she pressed her lips on mine once more, jerking me off with one hand while tugging at my shirt, desperately trying to get me naked.

She was good with her hands, she jerked me in a circular motion as she pulled my foreskin back and forth, gliding it through my whole 8-inch length. She squealed lightly as I groped her had hard once I felt her cold hand on my cock. breathing heavily though her nose which brushed on my face. She backed off of me and continued to give me the hand job looking down at my solid as stone cock. She looked up and raised an eyebrow, giving a devilish and irresistible smile as she slowly sank to her knees. I couldn’t believe that I was about to receive head from one of my closest friends. I felt precum begin to slowly seep out of my head while she got so close, I could feel her warm and heavy breath on it.

She looked up at me as she planted a wet kiss on the side of my dick, sending pleasure up my body, the hairs on my arms and legs began to stand up once she began to bob her head back and fourth on my cock, she sucked slowly and methodically, eyes closed and head moving in slow fluid motions as she sucked deeper and deeper. I felt her moans vibrate on my shaft as my knees got weak. Her fingers brushed on my balls while her other hand was wrapped around the base of my shaft. Throwing my head back I groaned loudly, not caring if my floor mates heard what was going on. She smiled maltepe escort and came up for air, sliding her hand gracefully around my shaft lathering her spit around every part of it. She chuckled lustfully, grinning at my reactions to her amazing hand job.

“You better have protection.” She said hopefully. I knew I did, they were in the bottom desk drawer which I put the box in a few weeks ago. I recall getting them from a class mate who thought it would be funny to get me condoms on my 21st birthday, almost 2 months before this night with Natasha. I nodded to her without saying word, speechless at how good she was. I was glad that she stopped, as I would have come in her mouth at any moment. She rose to her feet and flipped her heels off. She moved to the bed, pulling me by my cock to stand in front of her. Whilst I stood there she began to hold the dress which was pulled up to her waist by me and raise it over herself her lower body was revealed to me, large tits springing out of her clothed prison. She smiled as she dropped the dress onto the floor next to my feet.

Natasha laid on my bed, taking her underwear off quickly and leaving them next to her. She massaged one of her large breasts and began to rub her pussy. It took me no more than a few moments to get the box of condoms out and to pull one out to roll onto my cock. She watched me as I rolled the condom over my shaft moaning as she continued to rub herself for pleasure. I joined her on the bed, taking my shirt off as I knelt on the bed between her legs. She looked up at me lustfully as I pushed my cock inside her. My friend moaned loudly, bracing her hand on the pillow beside her head as I pushed in. A grin curled on her face as she let herself be lost in the fucking. I began to thrust into her, grunting as I pushed inside her. She was tight, and felt amazing even though my cock was coated in the rubber of the condom I could feel how good fucking her felt. I continued to fuck Natasha as she arched her back and cried with pleasure in a high pitch tone. She shivered as her orgasm erupted in her, gasping for air as I pushed balls deep into her.

“Fuck XXX!” She moaned as she laid there watching her pussy get fucked by a cock which belonged to someone other than her boyfriend. She leaned her head back onto the pillow as she closed her eyes. I moaned as I felt myself cum hard into the rubber, slowing down once I felt the bliss of an orgasm overtake me.

Panting filled the small en suite room. I laid next to Natasha as she turned over and rested her head on my chest. We stayed silent as the post orgasmic bliss overtook us both. She looked down at my cock between my legs, muttering that I was bigger than Craig. Looking up she kissed my neck rubbing what was left of her lipstick on my neck whilst most of it rubbed off on my cock after the mind blowing head she kindly gave me.

“My purse is still in the kitchen…” She said quietly, hooking her leg over my waist and wrapping her arm around me, holding me there. I agreed as I remembered that she had left it on the table when she approached me.

She sighed loudly before slowly sliding her body off of mine. Reaching for her underwear. I looked at her, unable to know why this happened. She looked over at me and smiled contently as she began to slip on her dress. She adjusted her hair by running her fingers through her hair to make it look less messy from the sex. She looked over at me.

“I’d better go…” She muttered as she took my jeans and passed them to me. I got dressed quickly, I didn’t know if she was watching me change. The trip down to the lobby was filled with an awkward silence. I rested my hands in my pockets while she clutched her purse. I could smell her strong alluring perfume on my clothing which made my heart beat a little quicker. As we got to the lobby, I quickly signed Natasha out. As I opened the door for her, I finally plucked up the courage to speak.

“What happens now?” I asked.

“I dunno…I just need to go home and think ok? I’ll text you later…” She looked up and me and smiled, giving me one last kiss on the cheek before leaving the building. I let her leave as I watched her walk off. Seeing her nice ass move as she turned the corner.

She didn’t text me later. In fact, she stayed quiet for a few weeks. Ignoring my calls and only answering my texts with short answers. I felt bad, felt that I betrayed our friendship by allowing myself to let what happened happen. This wasn’t the last time Natasha and I got intimate, but this will be explained at a later date.

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The Internship Ch. 03

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All characters are over the age of 18.


As David Wilson and his daughter slept deeply after their latest passionate night, Fred Hayes, Dave’s former friend and Chief Financial Officer, was up and working out at 5:00 AM across town. Fred lived in a gorgeous condo in the heart of downtown Raleigh, high up on the 25th floor. His modern, minimalist place was obsessively clean, and decorated in black, white and silver, with mirrors on almost every surface. His suits and shoes were lined in military precision in his luxurious closets and his spotless kitchen was stocked with gleaming chrome appliances, though he never used them.

Due to his unaccountable loathing of Stacey Wilson, he was arising even earlier than usual and leaving the office by 3:00. So this morning he was getting in the all-important manic workout before the sun was even up. As he lifted and pumped, his mind was racing ahead to plans for the future. He pictured himself… walking into one of Dave’s showrooms and paying cash for a new Porsche. Silver. He thought of the custom suits he would get, the vacations, a new watch, a house-all the hedonistic, self-aggrandizing material things he craved.

But above all, he imagined with great satisfaction the look on Dave’s face when he realized it was his “best friend” who had royally fucked him over! In fact, the thought of screwing Dave, financially, figuratively and physically, made Fred so hard he had to stop his workout.

He wrapped a thick towel around his incredible body, tanned from many hours at a salon, and went to his balcony to play his phone messages back on his voicemail.

The first, from a desperate sounding woman: “Hi, babe. Um… haven’t heard from you in a while. I don’t understand… after our trip, what you said, I thought—”

Fred pushed delete.

The next, from a desperate sounding man, “Hey, babe… haven’t heard from you. I need to see you. What the fuck, Fred…? I thought you said you loved me—”

Fred pushed delete again. God, they were all so tiresome!

Then his phone buzzed.


“You’re up early.”

“Why are you calling me at this number!”

“Calm down. I haven’t heard from you in a while. I wanted to check in.”

“What do you want?”

“You know.”

“I’m telling you, he’s clueless. He has no goddamned idea.”

“You better be right. The next few weeks are crucial. I would hate to think this has all been for nothing.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? There is no way any of this can be traced back to me or you… but it might if you keep calling me!”

“Have you spoken to Paula?”


“And Kathy? Everything ok at the office?”

“Jesus, yes! There’s just one thing—Dave’s brought in a new ‘intern.'”

“Yeah, so?”

“It’s his daughter.”

“Oh, the hot one?”

“I suppose. She seems pretty dumb, like all of them. She’s in my office with that brown nose Joyce Walker.”

“Well Jesus when were you going to tell me this?”

“What’s the big deal?”

“It seems suspicious. Don’t you think so? Why now?”

“Look, I can’t take care of this. I need to go.”

“Listen, Fred, you better watch your ass and keep your cool. We’re so close. Just a few weeks and this will all be over.”

“Right. Don’t call here again.”

Fred got dressed and headed out to the garage and then to the office, thinking, “Why on earth didn’t I do this before? I have hours alone to do what I need to do, with no one around! Stupid.”


As Fred conspired against them, Dave and Stacey were having a much more pleasant and happy morning.

Their day began very nicely, if a little awkwardly. Stacey woke up while Dave was still sleeping, wrapped in his arms, feeling so delightful. And then the memories of their wild night coursed through her mind and she felt herself blushing. She was actually embarrassed! She snuggled down into Dave’s arms, but with some pangs of conscience as she remembered the things they’d said and done! “What would Daddy be thinking this morning!” she wondered.

Dave felt her stirring and reached down and pulled her close, up to his mouth, “Mmmmmm, come here!”

He smoothed her hair away from her face and kissed her sweetly, smiling at first, but Stacey saw in his face that he was beginning to remember, too. She saw him blush just the least littlest bit and this made her happy. He was embarrassed, too! She smiled into his eyes, feeling completely at ease now… relieved, she knew they were both acknowledging his deep professions of love from the night before, as well as the incredible sexual intimacy the had shared…

“Morning,” she said, kissing him back.

Dave hugged her, “It is a good morning, darling.”

Stacey stayed on her stomach, her arms folded on his chest, studying his face in the early light.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“You want a cigarette.”

“Do I, really?”

“Yes,” she said, reaching over him so her beautiful breasts brushed against his lips. bostancı escort She opened his bedside table and found his secret stash, took one out and handed it to him.


“My temptress! How did you know?”

Stacey gave him a look. “I grew up with you smoking, remember? And I’ll accept it, for now. But once these work problems are fixed, you’re quitting!”

“It’s a deal. Can you light this for me, sweetheart?”

Dave inhaled deeply on his cigarette. Mmmmmm, it was so bad, but it just felt so damned good. He continued to smoke as he stroked Stacey’s back in big circles.

“How do you know this is going to be solved so soon, hmmm?”

“Because, now you have me helping you.”

After a few minutes of wonderful morning caresses, Dave said, “Ok, time to get up. Are you getting in the shower with me?”

Stacey laughed. Like she’d say no.

Dave led her into his big, luxurious shower. He pulled her into the warm water and immediately started lathering up her gorgeous body, turning her around so she was facing away from him and his slowly awakening cock was tight against her ass. Stacey moaned remembering where that cock had been the night before, and pushed her ass back against it.

He washed and caressed every single part of her body. He ran his hands up from her thighs to her lush, full ass, over her flat, smooth belly and up to her soapy, jiggling breasts with his hips and legs planted firmly behind her. He reached over and got some shampoo, and then began to lather her long brown tresses. He washed her hair, massaged her scalp and neck, occasionally tickling her to make her laugh.

When she was completely clean, he wrapped his strong arms tight around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulders as the water beat down on them, surrounding them in a warm intimate cocoon. Stacey felt his cock getting harder and harder against her back, beginning to throb out his desire for her, again. She reached an arm up and back to bring his head and mouth closer to her, thereby exposing her full, wet breasts to his hands. Her nipples looked so sexy—hard and perky from the driving water, and so ready to be sucked!

Dave, who was not exactly inexperienced, marveled at how quickly and intensely his lust took hold—just as urgent and needy as ever, even after their passionate night. He had never been so aroused by anyone, so hot, and so hard all the time. And so driven to get inside of her, to fuck her, to make love to her. His sexual need for his daughter knew no limits.

Her softness, her beauty, her hot hot body, his love for her completely possessed him. And the thought of leaving her, even for just a week, made him ache.

Dave moved both warm hands up from her small waist to her breasts, holding them and rubbing his thumbs against the nipples as he began to whisper to her.

“Did you enjoy last night?”

He felt Stacey nod against his chin, so turned on she couldn’t speak.

“So did I, baby girl,” he said, as he kissed and licked her neck.

He turned her around so she was facing him. He cupped her cheek with one hand, looking deep in her eyes, saying, “I meant every word I said last night.”

They were soon locked in a passionate embrace. Stacey’s shiny, wet body, slick and slippery and so clean, wrapped around her Daddy, who was kissing her deeply and running his wet hands over her ass.

“Mmmmm… ” he moaned, while Stacey pushed against him, and wrapped one leg high around his waist to open her slick, shaved pussy to his roaming hands.

Dave hitched her hips up to his as the water beat down, spreading her open while she reached for his hard cock.

She gasped when she felt him push up into her, and moaned in pleasure. She came close to his ear and whispered seductively, “We shouldn’t be doing this, Daddy…”

Dave groaned out loud at her voice! Oh it felt so good to slide into that tight warm wetness, into his own daughter’s body!

She whispered hotly against his skin, “It’s incest! We’re not supposed to be lovers, Daddy…”

But oh fuck, Dave thought, they were, they were!

They kissed frantically, knowing how much they’d be missing each other. Dave held her slick hips tight on his as Stacey pushed her tongue deep into his mouth. She didn’t want to forget his smells, his taste, the feel of his hands, and their overwhelming need for each other—a need which had only gown more intense since the night before.

Stacey moaned into his neck as Dave fucked her so nicely, his arms now clutching her thin waist and holding her still so he could pump her hard. Driven by the knowledge that it was the last time for a while, Stacey’s pussy quickly juiced up, so wet and hot and needy, so full of love for her Daddy. She moved her hips into his as they worked up a fast, desperate rhythm. Stacey gasped again and again as she held her slippery arms tight around his neck.

Giving herself completely over, she moaned as his relentless cock brought her closer and closer, “Tell me I’m your lover, Daddy, tell me!”

Dave ümraniye escort bayan held her tight, also wanting to memorize the feel of her soft body against his, and the feel of her tight, warm pussy. “Oh yes, you are! You’re my sweet lover, my darling baby girl!!”

Stacey’s moans became higher and her panting more frantic with each thrust of his delicious cock.

“Oh!!” they both moaned, together, swept up in the sweetness of the moment.

Stacey cried out, so quickly. Dave felt her begin to come, shuddering and clinging to him, and desperately held her still as the oncoming rush of his climax made his hips pump up into her so hard and fast. Stacey heard him yell out and felt his arms shaking violently as he came, while holding her so tight!

Oh, Daddy! She loved him so much! She didn’t want him to go!


Later, after this wonderful shower, Stacey sat on Dave’s massive marble sink while he shaved in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, watching him just as she used to do as a little girl. But she was wearing only a bra and underwear, and her body was still softly glowing from their lovemaking. She watched him with drowsy adoration.

She said lazily, “I’ve been thinking. I know some things I can do at the office.”

Dave glanced at her as he ran his razor across his cheek. “Really? And when did you become an expert in white collar crime?”

Stacey rolled her eyes. “My job! At the mall, remember! Where I was a manager? What do you think I was doing there? I hired people and I fired people. I know employees. I know how to read people. And I did the books! For two years. Every night. I know how people can steal, I’ve caught them at it!”

Dave smiled to himself thinking how quickly she could turn from sex to a laser-like focus on business. In this and so many other ways, she was his own true daughter!

“Well, ok, but this is a bit more than shoplifting a blouse!”

“I’m not talking shoplifting. I’m talking balancing accounts. That’s how people do it.”

She scoffed. He could be so thick. “I have an idea. I don’t think I should be working in that room with Joyce.”

“No? I thought you liked her?”

“I love her. But it’s too… abstract. I need to look at the detail, the mundane; cancelled checks, billing statements, and things like that. And I want to look at your taxes.”

“Well that would be the room with the first year accountants. I think they handle things like that. The guys just out of undergrad. They handle the small stuff.”

“All right, then that’s where I need to be,” Stacey said with a determined look.

Dave tapped his razor on the sink, saying quietly, “All right, then, sweetheart. But don’t let this take up too much of your time.”

Distracted by his quiet voice, Stacey let her gaze drift over her handsome father, her eyes taking in his broad chest, the curly black hair forming a trail down to his abs and into his towel, his big hands, so warm and strong, his massive thighs which she had just straddled naked in the shower, his beautiful eyes, his fantastic cock…

How many women would kill to be her right now, she thought—sharing his morning and hearing his thoughts… he was so hot, so sexy, and so loving… and he was all hers! He belonged to her, and she belonged totally and entirely to him!

She got off the counter, stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest.

“This is the best education possible, Daddy,” she said as she kissed his cheek, “so don’t worry.”


After a nice drive, with Dave keeping his hand on Stacey’s thigh the whole time, they arrived at work. They parted in the entryway, with Dave reminding her of their planned meeting in a while.

Stacey made her way to Joyce’s desk. It was still quite early, and before long they were outside having coffee.

Joyce had the most beautiful, flawless skin, warm eyes, and the biggest, friendliest smile. She had her hair done in braids with some sort of beads weaved in so her hair clicked pleasantly every time she moved. On top of which she smelled amazing. Stacey just loved being near her.

“So, Stacey, what was it like?” Joyce said, as she sipped her coffee.


“Growing up with Dave? I’ll bet it was wonderful.”

Stacey smiled deeply. Oh, she really liked her! “It was.”

“I can only imagine.”

“Do you have kids?” Stacey asked.

Joyce smiled. “Yes, my son. Jamal. He’s seven.” Stacey could tell instantly how much she loved him.

“Are you married?”

“Oh no, it’s just me. I’ve been raising my son by myself. In fact… “

“Yes?” Stacey said.

“Stacey, I am so grateful to your father! Do you know what he did for me? He’s the one who paid for my degree. Dave has this ’employee program’ for adult education, but I know it comes out of his own pocket. And because of that I got my accounting degree. He paid full tuition for four years, let me work strange hours. Then he made sure that I attained my CMA professional designation, grooming kartal escort me for a top management position.”

“And now, I can really take care of my son… You have no idea how much that means to me.”

Actually, Stacey thought, she did know.

“Dave Wison is a nice man. A very nice man.”

Stacey could see how much she meant it, and took this as an opportunity. “Does everybody here think so?”

Joyce looked at her closely. “Why do you ask?”

“What do you think of Fred Hayes? Does he like my father?”

Joyce said carefully, “I used to think so, now I’m not so sure…”

Stacey grabbed her hand underneath the table. “Do you know something, Joyce?!”

“I might… but I cannot risk my job, Stacey!… How much do you know?” Joyce was surprised by sweet little Stacey’s suspicions, after spending so little time with her father’s company.

“Not very much,” Stacey said, excited. She leaned in and whispered, “We need your help!”

“‘We’?” How odd, Joyce thought. What kind of father daughter couple was this? But that really wasn’t her business.

“Stacey, I will do anything to help Dave. Anything. But we have to be very careful Stacey. You know I work directly under Fred’s control. I worry about just how much power he has.”

Stacey smiled and whipped out her phone.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m texting Daddy.”

“‘Daddy’?” said Joyce out loud, staring at her and smiling.


Stacey led Joyce right up to Dave’s door under the disapproving gaze of his executive assistant Paula, who said, “What do you two want?”

Stacey stopped and looked her over. “I want to see my father. Now.”

“What’s she doing with you?” Paula asked suspiciously, looking at Joyce.

Oh, Stacey was having none of this. Paula had been a bitch to her for as long as she could remember.

“None of your damned business, Paula. Get out of my way.”

She pushed past a sputtering Paula and went into Dave’s office. He had the speaker phone on for some sort of conference call, his legs up on his desk. He gestured to Stacey “Shhh!”

“Well I’ll be there tomorrow, Joe. Talk to you soon.”

When he was done, he got up and made sure the door was closed, then told the two women to sit down.

“All right, then. What do we have here?”

Stacey was bouncing up and down on his couch. “Something’s going on, Daddy, you were right! Joyce wants to help us.”

“Whoa, whoa, hang on a second.” Joyce slowed her down. “Dave, I don’t know exactly what’s going on, but when Stacey mentioned it… yes, I’ve had my suspicions.”

“Uh huh. What about?”

“Well—Fred, for one thing. Keeping odd hours. Being secretive. But mainly, he’s insisted on taking over some of my work. He’s taken a lot of bank accounts out of my hands. Every time I ask him about it, he shuts me down.”

“What about my balances? Have you seen what’s happening there?”

“Oh yes. But I don’t think I would have noticed if you didn’t need to make such a large payment this year on your inventory. You’ve added several more models. If it weren’t for that, I don’t think we could have caught it. Something’s not right, Dave.”

Stacey listened eagerly to this fascinating exchange!

“Fuck,” he said. “I should have been more on top of this, but I just never thought Fred would do something like this! I’ve let him take care of it all for ten years!”

Joyce gave him a look. “Well then how do you know it hasn’t been going on that long?”

“Shit. All right, Joyce, lay it on me. What can we do?”

Joyce said, “Hang on. Hang on. Dave, you know I am loyal to you. I love this company and I love working for you. But if I’m going to stick my neck out and break some rules, I want some assurances…”

“Go ahead.”

“I want that prick’s job! Dave, everyone in Raleigh knows you are sitting on the biggest deal to happen in this town for years. If we’re right, and if we get him, then you are going to be golden. And I want to be your CFO when you sign those papers! Do you realize I will be the ONLY female CFO in Raleigh, not to mention the only black woman? What this will mean for my future? Promise me that, and I’m totally committed.”

Dave glanced at her. “Done. There’s no one better, Joyce.”

“All right then.”

“So what do you need from me?”

“Bank account numbers and statements. Access to all your accounts and funds. Security codes. Access to your computer. And somehow, we absolutely must get on Fred’s computer and into his desk.”

“What about me?!” Stacey piped up.

“We’ll get to you in a second, honey,” Joyce said, patting her knee.

“Hmm,” Dave thought. “Won’t his computer be password protected? Do I have access to it? I’m not sure.”

“No, you wouldn’t. Only he would have it. Hmmmmm… ,” Joyce was thinking. “What about the IT guys?”

As soon as Joyce said it, both she and Dave slowly swiveled their heads and looked towards Stacey.

“What?” said Stacey, as they both stared at her.

Dave smiled and said to Joyce. “She’s never worked in a business like this before.”

“Honey, let’s just say the guys in the tech room would love a visit from you…”

Joyce said: “Wear something tight and short.”

Stacey understood. “Ok, fine. What else? What about the keys to his desk?”

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