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My Havaianas Flip Flops Bi-Threesome

I am 29 year old bi and I have a fetish for Havaianas flip flops. I always get turned on by ladies wearing Havaianas Rubber Flip Flops, I can watch them all day and have a turn on. In fact, I have a hot lady neighbor here in my apartment whose Havaianas Flip Flops, I always borrow, fuck and cummed all over and latter returning it at her door. But my story was not about my lady next door neighbour but on my two fuck buddies namely Carlo who was 22 and Rick who is 19 years old. Anyway, Rick was a new recruit on our “Havaianas Fetish” group and we knew that he was also a bi just like the two of us.. We meet Rick Last month on a Café and he agreed to come to the house and join us or maybe just look at us having sex. “No. its either you join or you don’t and that’s it.” I said firmly. I meet Carlo some four years ago and he was also a bi sexual. We always do the 69 and fuck each other. Latter, I confessed to Carlo that I have a fetish which Carlo said that he wanted to try it too since he got turned on by the same fetish for Havaianas. From then on every time we play around, we always wear our Havaianas, tease our nipples with it, cum on one pair of Havaianas set aside for that purpose and have a good time licking our cum. Since both of us share the same Havaianas Flip Flops fetish, we always go together, since both of us is size 39/40, bought 4 pairs or three with an agreement that we have to cum on a flip flop first, lick it together before it can be use outside (which for sanitary reason will not be used during our fetish sex of course). This we always enjoy. I said “Having the same fetish for Havaianas is fine, we both enjoyed it, its cheap and best of all, nobody is hurt”. “I have a lady friend about 22 years old and she wants to join us, she is into footjobs and flip flops but since she would be coming next December 2011, we can invite Rick. Carlo said which I agreed. Rick joins us latter this year and was virgin on this fetish and knows nothing but to lie and have his cock sucked (nope, he never suck any cock according to him and this is his first threesome, neither he experienced being fuck in the ass.)…here how he was deflowered and was initiated into this fetish on which the three of us immensely enjoyed…..and will do latter in the afternoon.
It was three in the afternoon and I was lying on my bed covered only by a towel and wearing my Brown Havaianas and Carlo just finished showering and was wearing his Red Havaianas Rubber Flip Flops. “Rick, finish that beer and come here. Watching them porno would be much enjoyable if you lie here” I said. Rick finished his beer and said “Guys, this is the first time I joined on a threesome, what am I to do?” He said. I said, “Come and lie between us and relax” Rick did what he was told. Anyways, the three of us stands between 5.5 to 5.6 and all of us have slim bodies. I said, “There is a Blue Havaianas Rubber Flip Flops on the sofa go and wear it. While your at it, bring that Yellow Havaianas there and put it here in the sides. Don’t worry, these are new and never been used even once. Rick reluctantly did what he was told. As he was lying, Carlo, started to lick his left nipples and I was doing his right. Rick started moaning and his moaning increases when Carlo took his towel and stroke his cock. (Wow! It was a huge cock about 7.5 inches long and fat it was huge cock for a 19 year old!). Carlo undid his towel and exposed his cock and as always it was always hard and slightly bend upward. He was kissing the lips of Carlo and I was having a great time licking Rick’s clean feet wearing those Rubber Havaianas Flip Flops. I noticed that Carlo was rubbing his cock against Rick’s. I undid my towel and there was my cock (more or less the same as Rick’s but smaller than Carlo’s), fully erect and I put it between Carlo’s and Rick’s mouth which is this time was kissing like crazy. Carlo, suck it like a hungry animal. I said to Rick “Suck it!” Rick was turning his head away but Carlo held it steady and said “Common, there is nothing to it”. Rick started to suck my cock with Carlo and me telling him not to use his teeth. The funny thing was Rick was loving it since his cock was still erect! This time Carlo positioned his cock and I suck Rick as Carlo was straddling his face. I took the extra Yellow Havaianas Rubber Flip Flops and started to tease Rick’s left nipple with its tip. “What are you doing?” He said weakly. I just ignored him and Carlo took this as a cue on which he took the remaining Yellow Rubber Havaianas and did the same thing on Rick’s right nipple. We decide to give Rick the best sensation he can on this fetish and we teased both his nipples with our tongues and at the same time teasing it with Havaianas. This time Rick was delirious with the teasing from both of us and Carlo told him to get up and this time he would do the same to us. There we are lying and kissing while Rick was sucking our cock at the same time.
I leave the two of them for a while, and this time Rick was adept in the 69 position. I took a KY Jelly from the drawer and rub a liberal amount on Ricks asshole and tried a finger (it was tight). He was complaining about the pain and was getting off to bed. “Relax, and lie down” I said. Rick lie down whole this time Carlo was teasing both his nipples with two Rubber Havaianas Flip Flops at the same both of them were French kissing (By the way all this time our Havaianas stays on except for the extra one). I though, “He loves it! He had a rubber flip flop fetish but the guy was aqshamed to admit. But this time Rick took hold of both Havaianas Flip Flop and tease both his nipples. Rick enjoyed and was happy to lert go of his hidden fetish. I was able to insert one, then two fingers on his ass. This time the three of us was about to cum much to the moaning and fucking shown on the TV, I told them to take it easy for a minute. I washed my fingers knowing that Rick’s ass would be ready, and Carlo lied for a while. We rest for about five minutes, just lying there in the bed, wearing our Havaianas Flip Flops, teasing each other’s legs. After a while, our cocks went limp and Carlo started to stood up to get something from his trousers pocket. When he returned, he have three cock rings. He started to put one on his cock, then to Rick and mine. I rubbed my cock on Ricks Havaianas clad feet and my cock went rigid this time, my cock was rock hard due to the cock ring. I took the extra Havaianas Flip Flops, and “sandwich” Rick’s cock on the middle this time free from his fetish inhibition, Rick was fucking the Havaianas Rubber Flip Flops until he was erect again at the same time sucking Carlo, Rick was moaning louder. I said “We always cum together, and I want you to cum with us”. “Okey” he said with a voice that sounded “Okum” since he was sucking Carlo.
I “took” Rick away from Carlo and we did the side by side 69, Carlo on the other hand was alternating his cock from my mouth to Rick’s and he was teasing each of our nipples with the Yellow Havaianas. With a cock ring in place, all our cocks were very erect. I suddenly sensed that Rick was sort of tensing and I saw Carlo was entering Ricks asshole. It was a very tight fit since Rick has to stop. I lied on my back, lube my cock again and let Rick guide it. It was a tight fit but with Rick’s eagerness I was able to put it all in. I know that Rick was about to cum, cock ring or not, so I took hold of the extra Yellow Havaianas Flip Flops told Rick to lick its outsole rubber tip and I held them in such a way that it was right side up and the “Y” strap was facing me, then started teasing both my nipples of its outer sole, doing the circular motion teased both nipples of Rick using the same flip flops and the same method. “Tell me when you are about to cum” I said. Carlo who was at Ricks back was kissing his nape, at the same time he and Rick French kiss. As Carlo was stroking Rick’s cock, I knew that the inevitable was about to happen, I placed both Yellow Havaianas Flip Flops I used to teased Rick’s nipples on my stomach, and as Rick started to stiffen and I knew that he was about to cum since his rectum muscles started to tightened on my cock. “SHIIIIIT!!!!!! AHHHHHH!” Rick was yelling while Carlo was expertly milking his cock, rubbing its cock head on the Havaianas pair’s insole on my stomach. I think Rick’s cum for 6 seconds, just spurting and spurting his cum and covering the pair of Havaianas on my stomach with his cum. When he was done, I carefully placed the cum covered Havaianas on the center of the bed and jokingly told him “This is your initiation, so better do as what your told”. Me and Carlo were French kissing facing each other knelling, Rick was knelling also while stroking both our cocks together the cum covered Havaianas in the middle of us three (Ass to Mouth is a no no for us don’t get me wrong, me and Carlo always have our self tested and when Rick joined us we had him tested for STD. The three of us are clean.) at the same time kissing our nipples. In two minutes flat we both added a lot of cum of now cum covered Havaianas. I took both pair and started licking all our cum deposited on the rubber surface of the Havaianas, latter, I gave it to Carlo who did the same. During this time, I was thinking if Rick has the guts to do the same. Much to our surprise, he took the pair from Carlo and started licking both pairs clean.
That was the day Rick was initiated on our group. And after that, he always came to the house and if Carlo was not around we just suck each other while wearing our fetish Havaianas Flip Flops. Now, he is an expert on Havaianas teasing, fucking and cumming. Last Saturday, he bought a 19 year old teen (a handsome one at that, but the cock was a shame) let him wear one of the 25 new pairs we have in the house wank him off. The teen was immensely enjoying it including the Havaianas teasing his nipples (which he don’t understand from the start until it was teasing his nipples until he was on the 7th heaven of ecstasy). “Wont you guys join us?” Rick asked (This is just a friendly formality since we have agreed that no sucking for “untested” guest.) The teen was cumming and Rick was just let the geyser fell to the floor. When the teen went out of the house, Rick was saying “Nice looking kid but his cock was so small and giving him 50 buck was not worth it”. “But he was enjoying that Havaianas nipple tease though” I said laughing. We have been doing this and we have enjoyed this kind of fetish. I even have a vid on this on @www.xtube.com, though there were no faces to be seen but you can see three pairs of hands, teasing my nipples with Havaianas Flip Flops another pair doing the Havaianas “sandwich” and me cumming latter. You can go check it out though for you guys and girls who are into footjobs and Havaianas Flip Flops fetish. Got to go now, I hope you enjoyed reading this and had a blast.

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Dad Doesn’t Stand A Chance: Part 1

Dad Doesn’t Stand A Chance: Part I
I’m so happy I found this site. I was searching for individuals who are having the same experiences as me, and while I can’t talk to anyone about them just to be safe, at least I can share my experience through writing and get some anonymous feedback :). I’ll start where it all began, about 3 months ago. This is a true story. Names have been changed.
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My name is Travis and I live in New York. I just turned 13 at the beginning of summer and I consider myself a pretty average teenager. I’m really into computers and video games, but I’m also outside a lot playing basketball with my brother and friends from school. I’m pretty good at it I guess, my height is an advantage. I hit puberty when I was 11, and aside from things dropping and getting hairy, I shot up like a beanstalk. I’m 5’6”, and lanky. Flat chest, flat stomach, but my arms and legs are a little toned because of all the ball. I just started getting hair on my legs and under my arms, but its pretty fair and nothing to boast about.
My brother’s name is Thomas and he’s 18. He’s really into video games and basketball too. I guess I like it because of him. He’s on his school’s basketball ball team and he’s pretty good. He’s 5’11”, and has got a decent body, although he is not ripped as he should be, maybe because he spends his time off the court playing Halo and eating pizza. He’s not the gym type. He believes in getting fit through sport. We have a really good relationship and he’s thought me everything. About girls, puberty, masturbation, he’s an open book to me. He’s basically been my father-figure since my mom and dad split years ago. Not that my dad wasn’t around, but after the divorce, he said it was us against the world.
My mom and dad separated when I was 5. My dad never remarried and lives in New Jersey. He’s a teacher. My mom remarried to Benjamin, who is pretty decent. He’s always treated me and Thomas like his own sons, it’s a shame, he and my mom divorced last year. I remember when my mom used to take me to his house and dump me on the couch while they had sex. It was only a matter of time before she left my dad for him. After they got married, he made her a partner in his real estate business, and after a while, she left to start her own real estate business and dumped him. Needless to say, she’s a people user and a huge bitch.
I really consider Ben to be my dad and I still live with him. I told my mom that living with him would be more convenient for me and school but really I just hated the idea of living with her and having to meet some other poor guy she would just use. Thomas got an apartment with his friends and lives with them now. He visits sometimes but he feels weird to come over now that mom and Ben are over. I understand how he feels because he was 10 and knew the situation pretty well enough when Ben came into play but I grew up feeling like Ben is my real dad and only remembered different when Thomas Snr came around.
The biggest thing is, as I’ve become older, I’ve become really attracted to Ben. I mean he’s not perfect, and he definitely would die without a maid, but he’s got a lot going for him. He’s only 35, runs his own company, still boyishly handsome. He keeps himself well groomed, for the sake of business, and is in good shape. He doesn’t have a six pack or lift weights, but he has a morning workout routine that keeps him in order. But most of all, he’s got the most heart melting lips and the most intense, brooding eyes that are dark and captivating. I can tell he really loves me and would do anything for me. He always makes sure I have the best and whatever I want, I get.
It’s been almost 10 months since he and my mom split and he’s taken it pretty well. They were fighting for a while so I think he was more relieved than ever to get it over with. I think he really missed the sex though because they had a lot of it. They would fight over dinner and go upstairs and very loudly make up. I always wondered how he was in bed because he sure sounded like a lot of fun but I was never lucky enough to catch them at it. All I had to go on were cum stains in his boxers and little impressions of his penis head as he walked around in his towel getting ready for work. One thing was for sure, my hormones would not give it up until I found out for myself.
A couple months ago I set up a plan to try to catch him naked but it never worked. I would wait up until he came home and try to catch him in the shower but he would go straight to bed and then shower during the early hours of the morning when he woke up. He knew I already had the puberty talk with my brother so there was no way I could go down that road, and he wasn’t much of a drinker so him coming home drunk and passed out would be a miracle. I had to get creative.
One night I came across a keylogger program that saves typed characters on the computer and I installed it on his pc while he was making dinner. A couple days later, I found out from the program that the night before, he was IMing ladies in a chatroom. He definitely had a wild side and I could just imagine him beating off to the conversation. I saw that he set up a sex meeting with a woman for that same night but I’m not sure if it happened or not. I knew this was my way in so I set up an account that same night and looked out for his username to pop up.
Two days later after dinner, he went into his office to do some “work” while I pretended to go to bed and about 30 minutes later, he came on. He was immediately popular and I could tell he had been here a lot so I private messaged him introducing myself. I was a young hot blonde, just out of high school with a dream of getting deflowered by a hot older man. He bit, hard. I could tell he was interested immediately and he asked if I wanted to cam. I couldn’t believe it was going to happen. I told him my cam was broken but that I had lots of pictures and after a little hesitation, he agreed to just go face and chat for a while.
When he popped up, I got chills. My heart was beating so fast and my dick was in hand. Just seeing his gorgeous face there, all horny and waiting to see teen pussy got me rock hard. He was charming but dominating. I sent him some pics that my brother left on the computer that girls sent to him and Ben couldn’t stop talking about all the naughty things he wanted to do. After a while he stopped typing and I realized he was looking at the pictures and jacking off. I asked him to see and after a fumble or two, he pushed the webcam down exposing his dripping, thick cock. I came immediately just seeing it, shooting my cum all over the underside of my desk and my legs. It was beautiful. I asked him to turn on a light if he had one, and he switched on his desk lamp which revealed it in all its glory. I was so horny, my throbbing cock remained hard and I continued pumping it so utterly enjoying the show. His shirt and tie were still on but below his waist, his pants were gone and his gorgeous dick was shooting out of the hole in his boxers. But it wasn’t enough, I wanted to see the whole thing. I asked him to lose the shirt and the boxers, to get naked, promising that if he did, I would let him be my first fuck. He was more than willing, pulling off his shirt and dropping his boxers exposing his massive balls and more inches of delicious dad cock.
He tugged on it roughly, and slapped it on his stomach and the sides of his big, muscular thighs. I loved his whole body. Very hot and very dad. I knew his face was clean shaven and his chest hair was short and cropped but his balls hair was untamed and wild, just like his sex drive. He was all business on the top and all man in his pants. I felt like I could smell his man scent through the screen. He continued pumping his cock, spitting in his hand occasionally to add lube. He didn’t have the rock hard type like mine, but the extra thick, meaty type, that hung oh so long, and was bendy and could fill you and split you. I could see some veins and the head was a bursting mushroom of pleasure, almost purple from all the excitement.
It must’ve been ten solid minutes of him stroking his big cock over those photos before he told me he was ready to cum and I watched in amazement as he shot two globs of cum on his chest before letting the rest ooze out while he slowly pumped his deflating shaft. I came for a third time after that just totally mesmerized by his cock and his manner. When he was done, he moved the cam back up to his face and that’s when I truly knew I had to have it. He was smiling and his cheeks were red. He looked like he really enjoyed himself as beads of sweat ran down the sides of his face. I knew that was the face I wanted to see hanging over me when I was being fucked for the first time.
He asked for my number, but I told him I lost my phone that same day and that I would be getting another soon. He wanted to make plans to meet up but I told him we would do that soon and made an excuse to leave. He said he had to shower too and signed off.
I went into my bathroom to clean up and a little while after I heard his office door close and he started walking up the stairs. I peeked out and he was wearing his pants but his shirt was still off and he went into his bedroom and closed the door. Then I heard the shower turn on and though I had just came three times, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see him wash all that cum off his big cock.
After I showered, I decided to walk in with the excuse that I need toilet paper or fresh towels or something and hopefully strike up a conversation or catch him naked. Walking down that corridor, the only thing I could hear was my heartbeat but my adrenaline was moving my legs forward. When I opened the door, he was lying in bed and the tv was on. His eyes were closed but the shower was still running. I thought he might have just been resting but after a while, his breathing got really deep and I could tell he was asleep. I turned off the water and snuggled into bed with him. God, he smelled like sex. His pants were buckled and I didn’t want to risk him catching me trying to undo them so I got close to him and went to sleep.
During the night, I felt him shift and heard the shower come back on. He crept into the bathroom and showered and came back smelling fresh and heavenly. He pulled the covers over us and pulled me in close to him. He put his arm around me and kissed me on the back of my head and went back to sleep. I felt guilty that I was spying and lusting after the man who was living to love and protect me but I couldn’t help that he was so unbelievably hot.
His alarm woke me up at 5am but he didn’t budge yet. His back was towards me and he had some small cute little moles that I had not noticed before. It had been a while since we slept in the same bed. His back was hairless, whether naturally or waxed, I was thankful. When the alarm clocked the second time, he reached up and clicked it off. He stretched from under the covers and his short under arms hairs surprised me. I had not noticed them either. He rolled over and put his arm around me and gave me a big, strong hug and smiled when he saw I was awake.
“Good morning champ. Had a bad night?”
“Nah…I heard the shower running for a while and came in and I guess I fell asleep watching tv.”
“Oh yeah, must have did that again. One of these days, I’m gonna flood the house.”
“Haha yeah.”
“Ah, time to get up. Want some breakfast?”
“I’ll make it.”
“Great!”
Cereal and milk it was. We ended up just making some plans for the weekend. He promised to take me to a baseball game since summer had just started and we hadn’t spent any time together for a while. I would’ve been perfectly fine sitting at home behind the computer screen, watching his dick dangle over some girl’s underage pussy but it was nice going out with him, just us alone. We ended up chatting for so long that he didn’t have time to work out and just showered and got ready for work.
When he left, I just sat there thinking of ways to get him to want to fuck me. I didn’t want to drug him or get him drunk. I wanted him to fuck me like he wanted to fuck that blonde bitch in the photo. I wanted his real essence, the real fuck. I wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked by Benjamin, not a shadow of him. What all the other girls felt, what my bitch of a mother screamed loudly over. While I was so grateful my cam scheme worked, it would only be a matter of time before he got bored of my excuses and lack of cam, phone or photos. Plus while seeing his dick in action did wonders for me, I wanted to see his face too, his expressions while he strokes it hard, imagining he’s ripping some man’s poor virgin daughter, while he’s thinking about cumming in her tight pussy.
I finally decided that I had to start small. He wasn’t going to just start fucking me on a whim. I needed to make it a comfortable progression. I needed him to first be open to being naked around me and then be willing to masturbate infront of me or with me or fuck someone infront of me. Once that barrier of showing me his dick was broken, anything would be possible and I had just the person in mind to make it all happen.
There’s much much more but I’m tired of typing.
TO BE CONTINUED…

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The Cove Ch3

Jackie admits to watching Amber and Will’s short-lived sexual tryst, and Amber offers up her boyfriend’s skillful tongue for her Mistress’ pleasure.

SLuT9 part 3

By Jefferson on wolfpub
CHAPTER THREE
“Mandy and the Runaways”
Friday December 15th
The next day was Friday and David had a date with Mandy, the young virgin that Elizabeth had set him up with. After work, he went home, ate a snack while watching the news and then set to work.
He got the glove and pulled the pin out carefully. He used an alcohol wipe to clean the tip of the pin. He then allowed it to set and dry while he went and showered. He came out of the shower dressed in a bathrobe and dunked the pin into the SLuT9 and let it sit to dry again. He stoppered the vial and hid it in the top of his closet behind some old shoe boxes in which he stored pictures of his two daughters.
While the pin dried again, he dressed, combed his hair and brushed his teeth. With only his shoes left to put on, David sat down with the glove again. He used some small pieces of foam to pad the pin so only the very tip of the pin poked out through the leather of the glove. He had learned his lesson with Rebbecca the day before. Her arm had bled and he hadn’t bothered to stop the bleeding. He didn’t care if she suffered, but he didn’t want Mandy uncomfortable or bleeding when he took her virginity later that evening. David was still pretty sure there was enough of the pin poking through to pass through a thin piece of clothing and still break skin when needed.
He carefully folded the glove into a ball, making sure the pin was safely tucked away and put the glove in his pants pocket for use later.
At quarter to six, Dave made sure he had his wallet, keys and the glove and headed out to the car. Gotta find a way to make a little extra money and get myself a new car, Dave thought as he slipped in behind the wheel. He started the car and made the ten minute drive to the university.
As Dave thought more about what was going to happen tonight, he almost had to laugh. Here it was, ten days before Christmas and he was going out on a date with a good little Catholic girl. She would be going home soon for winter break and, for the first time, she would have to go to Confession and tell the priest that she’d had sex and, if things worked the way Dave hoped they would, she would have to confess she had not only had sex but that she had begged for it.
Dave pulled up in front of the dormitory and parked. He went in and asked for Amanda Schmidt. The young woman at the desk called up and told him she would be down in a few. Dave found himself a seat, watching all the pretty, young co-eds going in and out and waited.
When she stepped off the elevator, Dave was sure he had found his girl. She had long, silky brown hair that was pulled back into a single ponytail that hung down nearly to her belt. She stood only five foot four with a little round face, big brown eyes, a perfect nose that turned up just slightly at the ends and a tiny little mouth. She seemed familiar to Dave somehow. It took him a few minutes but he finally placed it. She looked like that girl on The Wonder Years, Danica McKellar.
Mandy seemed to know who he was as well. Dave guessed that Elizabeth had told her about him which was fine. It stopped the awkward moment where she sees him and realizes he’s old enough to be her father. She waved to a few people as she crossed the lobby and came to stand in front of him. Dave rose to greet her.
“Are you Mandy?”
She nodded. “You’re Max, right?”
He put out his hand and she took it and they shook.
“Shall we go?”
She nodded shyly. He offered his arm and she took it and he led her out of the building and out to his car.
“So, where are we going tonight?”
“Well, I was thinking dinner. After that, I leave it completely up to you.”
Mandy nodded, apparently approving of his plans. He opened the car door for her. Once she was in, he shut the door and ran around to climb in behind the wheel. “Do you like Italian?”
“Doesn’t everyone?” she asked, giving him a very pretty smile.
Dave started the car, backed out and pulled the car out onto the small two lane road that cut the university in half.
“So tell me about yourself? Have you been married?”
Dave hadn’t thought about the fact that since this was a date, not just him giving some girl SLuT9 and taking her to bed. The girl might actually want to get to know him. Right now, she thought his name was Max. Dave had to think quickly about what to tell her. He made a decision that it was easier to tell just one lie than who knows how many. He decided to stick with the truth as much as possible.
“I was,” Dave said, nodding. “She left me for another man. They’re living together now. I have two kids, both girls, both of them are just a few years younger than you. Emily is seventeen and Hayley, my baby, is fifteen.”
“Why are you dating someone not much older than your daughters?”
“It’s Elizabeth’s fault,” Dave told her wanting to come up with a good story. He tried hard to remember Elizabeth’s story but had little luck recalling what it was. He kicked himself for not calling Elizabeth and finding out how much Mandy already know “We met and flirted. We really hit it off but there just wasn’t any chemistry. She told me she knew this really great girl she thought I would like. That was you. Without even asking me, she pulls out that pink cell phone of hers and calls you. I promise you, I had no idea what she was doing until I heard her talking to you.”
“So you don’t normally date girls my age?”
“I have no problem dating girls your age. To be honest, technically, this is the first date I’ve been on since my wife left me.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Two years ago this past October.”
“What about Elizabeth?”
“Elizabeth and I didn’t really date. It was just that one time. We met and….” Mandy nodded, apparently understanding.
Dave turned the car into the parking lot of the restaurant and parked. “You ready?”
Mandy nodded. Dave jumped out of the car. Mandy got the door open before he got there so he couldn’t open it for her. She once again took his arm and he led her into the restaurant. They were soon seated with a glass of water set before each of them.
“Okay, now it’s your turn. Tell me about you?”
“You didn’t tell me much about you. Just that you’re divorced.”
“Okay, let’s see. My name is Max Bernard, I’m thirty-eight years old. Born and raised here. Married right out of high school. Never went to college. Worked at the same company for going on twenty-one years now. It’s a company my uncle, my father’s brother, started. I am well up in the ranks now. Partly due to my name, partly due to the fact that I’ve been there for twenty years. They keep offering me vice president and I keep turning it down because I don’t want to be that responsible. I told you I had two girls,. They live with their mother but I’m working on that. Umm…” Dave thought for a moment. “I’m divorced. My ex-wife took almost everything when she left. Forced me to sell the house and everything which is why I drive a clunker of a car and live in a rat trap of an apartment.”
“If you’re so high up in this company, you should be making pretty good money.”
Dave nodded.
“So why not get a new house and car?”
“Because while my wife left me for another man and is living with him, she hasn’t married that other man. Instead, she is continuing to collect alimony and child support from me. Between alimony, child support, and taxes, that leaves me about one quarter of my paycheck.”
“Can’t you get the alimony removed since she’s living with another man?”
“Nope. Judge said that I had to pay until she got remarried. My lawyer tells me it’s an odd thing for a judge to do but it isn’t unheard of and it isn’t enough to get the ruling overturned. So, I continue to pay, she continues to collect, and her boyfriend is using my money to run for the state senate.”
“Your ex-wife is dating Paul Eggerston?”
“That’s him. And she’s not just dating him, she’s living with him. I guess you pay attention to politics, huh?”
Mandy nodded. “I like politics. My ideal job is to get hired by CNN and work as a political correspondent. So, how often do you see your kids?”
“Oh I get to see them pretty regularly. Rebbecca just makes it tough for me. That isn’t my problem. Right now, Rebbecca and I are locking horns over Christmas. I was living in this horrible little place right after we divorced and I wouldn’t let the girls come over for Christmas. By last Christmas, Rebbecca had moved the girls in with Paul and she told me the same thing she’s telling me now, that they want to spend Christmas together as a family. Of course, it’s nothing more than a big heaping, steaming pile of bull…” Dave stopped himself from finishing the sentence.
“Bullshit. You can say it. I know Elizabeth described me as a good little Catholic girl. She always does, but even us good little Catholics cuss sometimes.”
“Good to know,” Dave said with a smile. As hard as it was for him to believe, Dave was actually coming to like this girl. She was smart, funny and fun to be with.
“Also, you can count on not having to pay alimony for too much longer.”
“Why do you say that?”
“The man has been living with a single mother for two years. People will come to think he has commitment issues if he doesn’t marry her soon. Who wants a state senator that has commitment issues? No, my guess is he’ll marry her, or dump her, the beginning of the year. Has to do it well ahead of the real campaign and that will be the middle of the year.” Dave nodded. He had kind of figured that out for himself.
“What do you think would happen if my ex-wife was suddenly caught up in, oh let’s say, a sex tape scandal?”
Mandy smiled and leaned forward. “Do you have one?”
“I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it might incriminate me,” Dave said with a smile.
“If you have one, and if it was released to the public at just the right time, say, a month or so before the elections. It could very easily hurt Eggerston’s chances of winning.”
“I’m not out to hurt Eggerston.”
“One more thing you probably haven’t thought of.”
“What’s that?”
“Do you know what Eggerston does for a living? What his job is?”
Dave shrugged. “I think he’s an attorney of some sort.”
Mandy giggled. “He’s an attorney alright. Pretty good one too from what I’ve heard. He’s the deputy district attorney for the city.”
“Oh, really.”
Mandy nodded. “You don’t get the connection, do you?” She leaned forward, almost completely over the table giving Dave a nice look down her shirt. “My guess, he knows, and probably plays golf, with almost every judge in this city.”
“Including the judge who sat on my divorce?”
“Exactly. You got screwed all the way around.”
Their meals came and they ate as they discussed less stressful topics. She told him quite a bit about herself including that she was eighteen years old, was born and raised in the northern part of the state, had come down to go to college, majoring in communications and journalism with an eye towards TV news broadcasting.
After dinner, the two sat and finished their drinks for a few minutes and then got up and headed back to the car. Once again Dave opened the car door for her and held her hand as she got in. He then ran around and got in behind the wheel. “Okay,” Dave said, once behind the wheel. “I told you that once we had dinner, the rest of the date was up to you. So now I’m leaving it up to you. Where to?”
She opened her mouth, shut it again, her brow furrowed and then said, “You choose.”
Dave smiled at her, started the car, and pulled out of the parking lot.
“So where are we going?”
“I’m choosing, remember?”
“What? So I don’t get to know?”
“Not until we get there.”
“Fine.”
She turned to passenger side window and watched the city go by as he drove. For a moment he worried she was truly mad at him but he could see the slight smile on her face reflected in the window.
“Doesn’t matter how much you pout, although you are cute when you do, I’m still not going to tell you where we’re going. I have two teenaged daughters. Pouting doesn’t work on me.”
“Drat!” She said, snapping her fingers. “Foiled again. How about pleading, does that work?”
Dave shook his head. “Only if it comes with sexual favors.”
“Foiled at every turn.”
Dave continued to drive until they reached a park. He pulled in and parked the car. He opened her door for her.
As she stepped out, Mandy smiled at him. “I’m learning.” They both laughed.
Dave took her arm and they began walking down one of the well-lit paths through the park continuing to talk and laugh.
“You know, I had other plans for tonight. I didn’t expect this date to go so well.”
“Do you wanna take me home? If you have something else to do.”
“You misunderstand Mandy. The plans were for you. I had some ideas about what we would do and such but I don’t want to do those things anymore.”
“Because I’m so sweet and cute?”
Dave thought about this for a moment. “Yeah. Exactly for that reason.”
“What did you have planned?”
“I don’t think I wanna talk about that.”
They walked in silence for a few minutes before Mandy spoke again.
“Tell me the plans, Max. Please? I really wanna know.”
Dave stopped and turned to her. He looked down at her and into her eyes for a long moment, then bent down and gently kissed her on the lips. She didn’t resist in any way. “Let’s discuss something else.” Dave turned, took her hand again and started walking.
“Can you give me some idea of what these plans included?”
“I’d rather not,” Dave said, not looking at her.
“You wanna know what I think?” Dave nodded but still didn’t look at her. “I think you were thinking of trying to seduce me. Trying to get into the panties of the good little Catholic girl. I think Elizabeth knew exactly what you were going to do and I think that’s why she called me.”
“Why would your friend do that to you?”
Mandy guffawed. “Who ever said Elizabeth was a friend? She’s more like a friend of a friend. We know each other. We’ve even hung out together on occasion. But we don’t run in the same circles. Elizabeth is a…” Mandy considered her words before speaking. “She’s a party girl, I guess. She likes a good time. Sees lots of guys. Sleeps with most of them. She has never come out and said anything flat out about me being Catholic and all but she’s hinted that she doesn’t like it. She thinks I should… relax. Enjoy myself more.”
“And you don’t?”
“I was raised to be this way. My mother was the same way. So are my little sisters. I don’t see anything wrong with the way I choose to lead my life. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging Elizabeth. I have never tried to convince anyone, no matter who they were or how they lived, that their way was wrong and my way was right. Elizabeth has no such qualms though. Numerous times, as I said, she has hinted that I should chill, relax, party-hardy and all that. I imagine she thinks I have a steel rod running up the length of my spine. That’s part of the reason I don’t consider her a friend. I took this date expecting you to be exactly that kind of man. I don’t think it’s you though. Just things you’ve said. The way you’ve treated me. I think this is new to you. I don’t think you’re that type of person. You yourself said you hadn’t dated in two years. I think you were looking for a conquest and I was, excuse the pun, virgin territory. Who could resist, right? But now that you’ve met me, found me sweet, charming, funny, cute and all that, you can’t bring yourself to do it.”
“Has Elizabeth done this before?”
“Twice. The first time I didn’t realize what she was doing. I spent two hours fighting off this guy who must have had eight arms. Finally I got sick of it. He stopped at a light, I got out of the car and walked away. Called a cab and went home. The second time I went, I was more ready. I even carried pepper spray in my purse. It’s still there, just waiting. He wasn’t as bad. He tried but when I wouldn’t sleep with him, he started rumors about me at the school but nobody who knows me believed them. Didn’t bother me any. She’s called a couple other times but I had something else to do. I had nothing to do tonight so… I accepted the date.”
Dave laughed. “What am I? A challenge? Are you testing yourself?”
“No. I figured if nothing else, I’d get a free dinner, maybe a movie and call a cab to take me back to the dorms.”
“So you’re a gold digger?”
“Of course not. You asked me, remember? You made the plans for tonight. I just came along. Now, if you don’t like that, I’ll be happy to go back to the car and you can drop me at my dorm.”
“No, I think I wanna keep walking.”
“Good. Me too.”
They continued to walk. The path was two miles long and circled around returning them to almost the same spot where they had first picked up the path. As they started for the car Mandy spoke. “So, will you be asking me for another date?”
“I don’t think so, Mandy. But I also don’t think I’ll be asking Elizabeth for another date.”
“Oh, dear. Elizabeth isn’t going to be happy with me. I’ve ruined one of her new toys.”
“A toy, huh?”
Mandy shrugged but didn’t say anything.
The two got back in the car and Dave drove them back to the college campus and stopped in front of Mandy’s dorm. He walked her to the front door, gave her a quick kiss good night and watched as she went in. He then returned to his car and headed home.
Even though he hadn’t gotten laid, Mandy had proven most useful for all kinds of information. She had pointed out a number of things about Rebbecca and Paul that he hadn’t known or hadn’t realized and she had made him understand a few things about himself as well.
Have to rethink the way I’m going to enjoy my new toy, Dave told himself as he drove home. I think, deep down, I knew Elizabeth was a slut when I picked her up. Hell, it was the main reason I chose her. Mandy would have been a different story. With Elizabeth, it was fun. She was fun. She didn’t care that I had given her the drug. She wanted her urges fulfilled and I did that for her. Mandy though, I think that would have been rape. I have no doubt the drug would have forced Mandy to give into those urges but I think she would have hated that it happened. I think it would have been pretty close to rape. Maybe it would have actually been a rape. I think I would have felt guilty for a very long time if I did what I had set out to do tonight.
I don’t feel bad about what I did, he thought, or what I’m doing to Rebbecca. I don’t think falling into bed with me again is going to devastate Becca’s world. She’s fallen into bed with me before at odd times. The day she filed the divorce papers she came to the office and had me bend her over the desk and bang her good. Nope, don’t feel guilty or sorry about Rebbecca or Elizabeth. Guess I’ll have to pick my targets a little more carefully next time.
Dave arrived back at his apartment. He took the glove with the still coated pin in it and buried it in his sock drawer. He then undressed, took a long hot shower, and went to bed feeling pretty good about himself.
Saturday, December 16th
The next morning Dave was awakened by the phone ringing. He rolled over, noted that the alarm clock on his night stand said it wasn’t quite six AM, and then scooped up the phone “Herro,” he said sleepily.
“Daddy?”
Dave was awake with that one little word.
“Em?” he asked, sitting up in the bed. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. “What’s up?”
“Daddy, I’m lost.”
“What do you mean, you’re lost?”
“Mom, Hayley and I got into huge fight last night. She said she wasn’t going to let us come see you this weekend. What the hell did you do to piss her off?”
“Don’t worry about that right now,” I told her. Dave wasn’t going to tell his seventeen year old daughter that he all but raped her mother, even if her mother did deserve it. “What happened?”
“Mom ended the fight. Told us we weren’t going and that was that. Hayley and I discussed it. We both want to see you so we made a plan. We got up early this morning, well before Mom or Paul would be up, snuck out of the house and took my car. The plan was to surprise you at your apartment but we’re lost. I know how to get there but I’ve always driven it in daylight. I think I missed a turn or turned down the wrong road. We’ve been wandering around for about fifteen minutes now with no sign of getting un-lost I have no idea where we are or how to get to your house from here.”
“Where are you?”
“We stopped at a hotel. It’s a Day’s Inn. The guy at the desk says we’re on Kilpatrick Street. Near Mears. How do we get to your house from here?”
“I know where you are, Em. Just stay there. I’ll come to you.”
“Hurry.”
Dave smiled and hung up. Even when they’re seventeen, every father loves to hear his daughter say that she needs him. He jumped out of the bed, grabbed the same pants he’d had on the night before and pulled them up. He went into the bathroom and drained his bladder, rinsed his mouth with some mouthwash and ran a comb through his hair to make himself presentable. He then grabbed a tee shirt from the closet, stepped into his running shoes, made sure he had keys and headed out the door.
The hotel was only about seven blocks, as the crow flies, from Dave’s apartment but since both his apartment and the motel were in the old section of the city the streets were narrow, didn’t always run in a perfect square, and there were a lot of one-way streets. It took Dave just over ten minutes from the time he got in his car, to get to the hotel.
He saw Emily’s car. Paul and Rebbecca had bought it for her earlier in the year as a birthday present, but neither of the girls were in the car. Dave parked beside Em’s car, jumped out and went into the hotel. Both girls were sitting there in the lobby. Hayley was the first one to see him. She jumped to her feet and ran to her father, hugging him tight. Emily followed behind but didn’t run. “Are you two okay?”
“We’re just lost, Daddy. We didn’t get raped,” Emily said with her usual sarcastic smile.
After holding Hayley a minute longer than he really needed to, Dave released her and led the two girls out of the hotel and to their cars.
“I wanna ride with you, Daddy,” Hayley said when they reached the cars.
“You gonna be okay, Em?”
Emily nodded and slipped behind the wheel of her car, a brand-new, candy-apple-red Dodge Charger. Dave wished he could afford the twenty-five thousand it would take to buy one. Hayley got into the passengers seat while Dave got behind the wheel of his clunker. Both buckled up and then Dave backed out. Making sure Emily stayed behind him, the drive home took a few minutes longer than the drive to the hotel but neither of them got lost on the way.
“So, Daddy,” Hayley said as they pulled out of the hotel parking lot. “What did you do to Mom to piss her off?”
“That’s between your mother and I, Hayley. Keep your nose out of it.”
“Daddy, in case you didn’t notice. Emily and I basically ran away this morning to come see you. I think that means our noses are already in it.”
Dave glared at his daughter in the darkness but didn’t respond to the comment. He knew she was right. They had run away to come see him. He owed them something, if for nothing else than the loyalty and devotion they were showing him but he also knew he couldn’t tell them what had happened between him and Rebbecca on Wednesday that had so ticked her off that she would choose to try and keep his daughters from him.
The rest of the ten minute ride was made in silence. He pulled into his normal parking spot outside his apartment building and Em pulled her Charger in to the parking spot just to the right of his. They all got out of their cars and the two girls got a bag each out of the trunk of Emily’s car. Dave took Emily’s bag and led the two girls to his apartment door. He unlocked the door and waved them in. He handed Emily her bag. “You all know where your room is. Go get settled in while I call and tell your mother where you’re at.”
“You’re going to call her?” Emily asked, in wide-eyed surprise. “Daddy, she’ll come get us. Take us home.”
Dave smiled as he picked up the phone. “No she won’t. It’s my weekend, Em. Unless she has a real good God-damned reason to not let you stay, she’ll violate our custody agreement. She has no such reason. She’s just mad and is being petty. A judge will throw the book at her. Even with her boyfriend at her side.”
“What does Paul have to do with anything?” Hayley asked.
“Don’t worry about it, Hay. I have everything under control.” He smiled at the two girls and then dialed Paul’s home phone number.
The phone rang three times before someone picked it up. Dave recognized Paul’s tired sounding voice immediately.
“Paul, this is Dave. May I speak to Rebbecca please?”
“Can’t you call at a more reasonable time? You are aware it’s six thirty in the morning, right?”
“Yes, Paul. Believe it or not, I do know how to tell time. May I speak with Rebbecca, please?”
There was a growl from Paul, he then covered the end of the phone. Dave could hear Paul gently waking Rebbecca up and telling her he was on the phone. Rebbecca asked what Dave wanted but Paul told her he didn’t know. Dave smiled when he heard Rebbecca’s instructions. A moment later, Paul followed those instructions and slammed the phone down on it’s cradle.
Since he had heard what she said, Dave had more than enough time to move the phone away from his ear before Paul hung up on him. He looked at the phone, turned to his daughters and smiled.
“You both saw me call over there, right?”
Both girls nodded and giggled. They turned and went to put their stuff away.
While the girls were unpacking, Dave went into the kitchen, started a pot of coffee and started scrambling some eggs for his breakfast. Just as he poured the eggs from the skillet onto his plate, Emily came out to the kitchen, still dressed but now barefoot. “You want eggs?” Dave asked, offering his plate.
“No, thanks. When we got lost, we stopped and got breakfast at McDonald’s.”
She took a seat at the kitchen table and Dave sat down across from her.
“Where’s Hayley?”
“I don’t think getting up at five AM agrees with her. She went back to sleep. Didn’t unpack a thing.” Both of them laughed. “So, what did you do? I was there when you called Mom the other day. I know you arranged to meet her. Why? And what happened?”
“Like I told Hayley on the way home, Emily. That’s between your mother and I. Keep your nose out of it.”
“Daddy, it’s cutting into our time with you. You have to stop fucking up.”
“Language, young lady.”
Emily rolled her eyes but didn’t apologize.
“And just so you know, I didn’t fuck up this time. Your mother did. She’s just blaming me for it.”
“What did she do?”
“Something she regrets but can’t take back and I’m not telling you anything more than that no matter what you say or do.”
“She slept with you, didn’t she?”
“I did not say that, Emily, and I am neither confirming nor denying that claim,” Dave said, not wanting to give Emily any information at all.
Emily nodded her head. “She slept with you. Was it good?”
“Emily!” Dave said.
“Oh, come on, Daddy. I’m seventeen. I know what married couples do.”
“First off, you are seventeen and you may think you know what married couples do but I doubt you have any real idea of what goes on. And second, your mother and I are not married. She ended it, remember? Two years ago.”
“Yes, I remember. It was the day after Thanksgiving and Hayley and I still bring it up to her when we want something. It’s good for making her feel guilty.”
“Your mother can’t feel guilt, Em. In order to feel guilt, you have to possess a conscience.”
“Ouch!” Emily said, giggling. “You’re really not going to tell me?”
“Nope, I’m really not going to tell you. By the way, how do you feel about spending Christmas here?”
“I’d love too. So would Hayley. We didn’t figure Mom would allow it.”
Dave shrugged. “I won’t give any specifics but, I will tell you that come Monday or Tuesday of this coming week, your mother is going to be even more mad at me than she is right now. But,” Dave said, emphasizing the word, “you’ll also find she’s much more agreeable to certain things. Such as you girls spending Christmas here.”
“Why would that be?” Emily asked, smiling deviously.
Dave arched his eyebrows at her. “We won’t discuss that.”
“I will find out.”
“I don’t doubt that for a minute, Emily Jean. You just won’t find out from me.”
“I’m gonna go watch TV. Maybe the Smurfs are on.” Emily stood up as she spoke and headed for the living room. “I haven’t been up early enough to watch the Smurfs in a long time. I noticed the last weekend I was here that you have some channel that plays the Smurfs.” Emily continued to talk but Dave stopped listening.
After finishing his breakfast and cleaning up the kitchen Dave went into his bedroom, closed the door and sat down on his bed. He then picked up the phone and dialed Rebbecca’s cell phone number. He didn’t expect her to answer, in fact, he was hoping she wouldn’t. He got his wish granted and got her voice mail.
“Beck, it’s Dave. It’s about seven in the morning. I called earlier but you ordered Paul to hang up on me. Tell him, good job for me, by the way.
“I was calling to let you know that the girls, you know, our daughters, are here. Apparently they had the impression you were upset with me and we’re going to keep them from coming to see me. They chose to avoid the fight, got up early this morning, and came over to my place. I had no idea this was going to happen so don’t call and yell at me for it. I had no idea you were going to stop them from coming over. Please call me back and let me know what it is I’ve done that makes you believe me unfit to take care of my daughters for a weekend. Otherwise, I will return them to you Sunday night, like always. Talk to you later. Bye.” He hung up, smiling.
With that, Dave laid back down and slept a few more hours.

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The Wrath of Gaia pt 7

Well I have listened to your comments and made a secondary account for the condensed version of my stories. I have already posted the first story on that account which you can find under the author name athoughfulj2 so please enjoy and understand that I will continue to post as normal on this channel.

“RUNAWAY” Chapter 5 “Meeting The Belt”

Follow along as Holly, traveling by the name of Sammi Shepherd, hitchhikes across the country facing the dangers of being an attractive young lady, while having daydreams and nightmares about the sexually depraved things Roger did or arranges others to do to her, while she does everything she can to establish a new identity and life for herself. You can find the other chapters as well as my other stories here: https://www.sexstories.com/profile269763/brokenwing

Wardrobe for sale. Wife not included.

This is the first story I’ve posted here. I wrote it about one of my favourite themes: my wife with another man. It’s not perfect, but I was keen to write a whole story from start to finish, rather than getting bored of a story midway through due to a misguided sense of perfectionism.

A Man of the Modern Era

A parallel to another of my stories, where comets and plague have made the world a harsh and dangerous place. But some remain civilized, and can even form bonds with each other.

Fucking the Porn Reader Girl

Fucking the Porn Reader Girl
I thought I was pretty well hidden with my porn writing. No one knew where I lived. No one knew my real name or anything about me, except, male. That all changed one day. I was sitting in a fast food place and didn’t even notice a girl sitting directly behind me. My girlfriend and I were talking about my porn story’s as she eased dropped on us. She caught the conversation as we talked. She very carefully followed us to my house. Now she knew where I lived.
She watched my house and noticed that my girlfriend did not live with me. One evening she watched my girlfriend leave. She waited and decided to knock on my door. I was in my robe, as I was about to take a shower. I answered the door. There stood a very cute girl. She was dressed very hot. Short shorts, a knock out figure, and nice no bra tits. She smiled real sexy and said quietly: “are you the porn writer?” I didn’t know how to respond. I could say ‘you must have the wrong house’…or …’no one like that here’…but as my eyes scanned her….I just said: “Yes, that’s me, who are you?”
She just stood there and looked at me. She scanned me as I held out my arm as to say…’come on in’. she closed the door behind her. She looked all around and finally said: “So your the guy who writes those porn stories.” I asked: “How did you find me?” She sat down on my couch and explained how she did it. I ask her to please keep this to herself, that I liked my privacy…damn she had beautiful eyes, and a soft sexy voice. I thought this my be an exception to my stealthy cover.
I didn’t need a stalker but, she wasn’t one of those. She just appeared to want to meet me after reading my stories. Ok fine, curious over, end of it….but …I wanted to know more about her as she did me. We continued to talk as time seemed to stop. We drank coffee and soon it was 12:30 am. She got up and walked over to my computer, put her fingers on the keyboard and said: “This where it all happens….where do the stories come from?” I got up, stood beside her and said: “Real life experiences and imagination.”
I learned she was single, had her own apt. and where she worked. She had a boyfriend and was happy with him….well…almost happy.
I stood beside her…damn she smelled good…I put my arm around her shoulders and said: “Maybe I’ll write a story about you finding me?” She got all embarrassed and said: “Me?…on god…there’s no story about me.” I said: “Well we can add some adventure to it, you know…spice it up.” She was stunned at first. I watched her stare at the keyboard.
A slow smile came across her face. She turned and looked it me…”Can we make me a blond, with long hair, and a killer body?” I said we can make you anything we want. She put her arm around my waist and said: “Oh my god…..a story about me….oh my god…can we make me rich, and have a cool car and …and…” She hugged me real tight and held it. I turned and hugged her straight on. Her head leaned on my chest. We did a little back feeling and here came Mr. boner.
I snapped out of it and sat her down by the computer. We started in with the story. She was all excited and scooted oh so close to me. Her hand on my leg at times. She wanted to re-designed herself in the story. Rich, long blond hair, killer hot body, men turning to look at her every where she went. Meeting her dream man and went on and on. She said: “Let’s tell them it’s a TRUE story!, they won’t know.” I said:
“No….,
they do know, they can tell. I’m honest with my readers. If I know or judge it at least 90% true, I’ll mark it as ‘true’, otherwise I just put ‘based on some true events’, and that will be what this story is. She said: “Ok…cool…let’s make me desired by a handsome rich guy, who wants me to live with him. He has a big house with a pool and servants and is so hot for me…and…and..”
I smiled at her as she stopped and smiled back. I said: “How about we just make you “Ms. God, and you can rule the earth and universe?”
She leaned her head on my shoulder and whispered: (“…sorry, I some sleep?.”) It was 4:20 am. I stood up, picked her up and put her in my bed. I said: “You rest, I’m taking a shower. I’ll be right back.” She put her arms around my neck and kissed me so hot…..
I never made it to the shower. I’d never seen a girl take of her clothes so fast…and my robe. We lay side by side as her hands were all over me as mine were all over her. She whispered: (“..you can be my dream guy and I’ll be your dream girl, and it’s our first sex…and…and…” I reached over and felt her soft tits. Her hand went at my boner. She couldn’t talk with having to take big breaths.
She whispered: (“…I’m having a dream come true, I always wondered what you looked like and how hot a lover you must be…”
I replied:…”…Easy easy, on my ego, I might get to liking you a whole lot.” I felt her leg wrap around my back. She never said another word, just moaned so sweet.
She was living her ultimate fantasy, and was going to make sure her ‘dream man’ was never going to forget her…….
I didn’t.
We fell asleep in each others arms.
It was 11am and I smelled coffee. She sat on my bed holding the cup. I sat up and looked at her sweet face and hot naked body. She was smiling and all excited.
It was time for a little anticipation.
I told her I would call her ‘Hunter’, for hunting me down and to come back at 9pm that night, and we would do a story about her. She looked at me with dreamy eyes, she smiled and kissed me really hot. She felt my boner as I felt her nice tits. She got dressed all excited and out she went.
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Nine pm sharp…knock knock.
I let her in. She was wearing an eye popping hot dress, with slits up both sides and up the front. Her tits were trying to pop out. Her hair was pulled back and she looked like a model. As I closed the door she was all over me. Kissing, feeling my boner, and jumping up for me to hold her. I carried her over to the computer and sat her in a chair next to me. I said: “Let’s write a story about…..you.”
We started in. She was more interested in me than the story, but we managed to get it going. Her hand on my boner was very distracting. I told her that hadron’s and wet pussy is how to gauge a story. I said I was making her the spell check and grammar checker. She wasn’t worth a shit at it, but….who cared, she was hot and sitting next to me horny as hell.
About 11 we could do no more and kissing and feeling put the story on hold. I stood up and began to peel that dress off of her. She danced around and did a strip for me. Her body was alive and wanting attention. We managed to get to my bed. She delighted in undressing me slowly, copping feels all the way. Down on her knees she went to start in on my boner. She was aggressive and tried to take every inch of me in her mouth. Feeling my balls and butt, she had the suck and jack down perfect. I let her go at it then lifted her up on the bed. I set her on top of me and put her sweet pussy in my face.
I tease licked her clit and slit.
She gasp and squirmed as she sucked me fast. She had this hi pitched little moaning thing she did…a real turn on for me. I slowly put fingers in her pussy and massaged it inside while tease licked her clit. Her little butt and hips danced around with my playing. She squealed when I sucked right on her clit, and clamped her lips down on the head of my boner tight. She was jumpy and squirmed as she sucked me hard as I tongue flicked her clit. We played like this for a long time.
The build up was peeking in us both. She began to moan steady and quick turned and stuck my boner in her tight pussy. She was trembling as she slid back and forth on me, going ever deeper with each stroke. She became like a little steam engine working up to her climax. Her hi pitched moans were right in my ear along with gasping for air. I couldn’t hold back my cum anymore. She gave one last loud moan…and I shot a big load in her. She clamped her pussy on me and started moaning and fucking hard…he voice wiggled her moans… …”Oh….oh…oh…oh…Oh…ye…s ba…by….yesssssss” She climaxed hard and shook as she pushed my boner deep in her pussy. We both moaned as we fucked fast. The slapping of our bodies was loud and long. We didn’t want to stop. She gushed pussy juice along with my big load of cum. She just kept pumping on me, pushing my boner in deep and squirming. She whispered: (“…oh…my….god…”) and collapsed on me. My boner just kept jumping inside her soaking wet pussy as she tried to squeeze one last squeeze…..
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* If your wondering how the story turned out…
you just read it…………

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