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This Story Is About Cindy 1:6

Chapter six of part one is here. It’s a pretty slow chapter to be honest, and is mostly character and plot development, so ik some of you will be impatient with it. If you liked chapters 4 and 5 though, don’t worry, more exciting things will come, but this stuff is important, too. 😛 Enjoy!

I love Hookers

I love Hookers, always have and always will. I’m a married guy, but I love having great sex on the side without having strings attached. I can get a nice juicy, cum swallowing, deep throating blowjob, and not worry about her getting mad at me and calling my wife because I didn’t call her the next day.
I started visiting hookers in the 70’s, when I was about 22, and just married for few months. I live in a large southern city, and Massage Parlors were everywhere. The first one I went to was in an office building called Kathy’s. I was a little nervous as they had the line-up of the three girls working. I picked a big boobed girl, with dark hair, named “Raven”. I paid my $40.00 for an hour full body massage, and then she took me back to her room. As soon as she closed and locked the door, she reached out, grabbed my dick thru my paints, and told me to get naked and hop up on the massage table. As I striped down, she did too, but left her panties on. She had great big round tits that stuck almost straight out. They were 36D’s, I’m guessing. She had me lay on my stomach, which wasn’t easy with my hard-on, and started rubbing baby oil over my back. She didn’t take a long time on my back and legs, before she started on my ass. As she started rubbing her fingers in the crack of my ass, she was also dragging her tits all over my back. Then she moved my legs apart and started massaging my balls.
After a few minutes she asked if I was ready to turn over, which I did immediately She then leaned over giving me a big wet tongue kiss, and grabbed my dick with her slick baby oiled hand. She started jacking me slowly, then whispered in my ear that a hand job came with the $40.00, but if I wanted more, now was the time to pay up. I gave her the money for a half and half. (Blowjob and a fuck)
That’s when she took her panties off and I got my first look at her hairy snatch. I always liked a hairy pussy, trimmed neatly, but hairy. Beautiful! She got up on the table between my legs, took my hard shaft in her hand and started to lick the precum off the head. There’s something thrilling about a woman holding your hard dick, getting ready to suck it, after just meeting her just twenty minutes before. She started pushing her mouth down my shaft, using her tongue on the underside, and my dick got even harder.
She pulled off my cock and asked if that felt good. I told her it felt great, but it would feel even better if we could 69. She said that sounded good, and that she’d never had a customer want to eat her pussy before. She turned around and lowered her pussy down to my waiting mouth. She gave a moan as my tongue made contact with her clit. Her pussy smelled GREAT, and I pressed my nose it in as I was sucking her clit. She was sucking my seven-inch dick like the pro she was. After a few minutes of heaven, I told her she needed to stop before I came, but I continued to eat her pussy. She lifted her pussy a little so I could push a couple of fingers inside. When I had started, her pussy wasn’t wet at all, but now she was almost gushing sweet love juice over my face. After a couple minutes she started to shake and moan, and I knew she was close. I clamped down on her engorged clit and started sucking and flicking it with my tongue for all I was worth. When I shoved a third finger in her wet love hole, that put her over the top, and she started flooding my face with her love cum. She was almost growling as she ground her pussy down on my face.
After she came back to earth, she turned around and told me I was going to get the best fucking ever as a reward. She rolled a condom over my throbbing cock and started sucking it, and it felt better than I thought was possible with a condom on. Then she squatted over me and slowly started to lower her cunt down on my cock. It was much tighter that I though a hookers pussy should be. She slowly began to slide up and down the full length of my shaft. She slowly picked up her pace and using her trained pussy muscles to squeeze my cock as she pulled up and pushed down. I had never felt anything as wonderful. She started bouncing faster and reached around to grab my balls. As she gently squeezed my nuts, I started to tense up. She felt it and squeezed my balls, and cock a little harder, and I almost passed out with pleasure. I started shooting so much cum out of my dick, it was coming out of the bottom of the condom and running down my balls. I thought I would pass out. She stopped bouncing and pushed it all the way in and started squeezing it, milking it till I was dry. I would still tremble every time she would clamp and unclamp her pussy around my dick.
It was then that someone knocked on the door to let us know that time was about up. She got off of me, got a warm wet towel and cleaned my up. As she ran the towel over my dick, balls, and my ass crack, my dick started getting hard again. She told me to hold it for the next time, or else the house would charge me for another hour, even if I went only five minutes over the limit.
Well, I went back to see her once a week for about the next year. Over that time we tried a lot of things. One time I brought a joint with me and we shared it as we were striping down. By this time we started taking turns with the massage and this time it was my turn to do her.
We didn’t take a lot of time with the back and legs any more, we went right to the good stuff. I started massaging her sweet ass with my oiled up hands, making my way to her ass hole and pussy. She lifted her ass up so I could get to her cunt better. She was so wet and my fingers so oiled, that I got three in right away and started finger fucking her slowly. Then with my other hand, I went to work on her asshole. I took one finger and stared pushing it her puckered hole. She told me to hurry and stick it in all the way. SO I was now finger fucking both of her sweet holes. I could feel my fingers in each hole through the membrane between the slick holes. I got a second finger in her ass, and then she started to tremble with the start of her orgasm. She was now pushing back at my fingers and started to gush pussy juice all over my hand, screaming into the pillow.
After she slowed down she turned her head and asked if I’d like to fuck her ass. HELL YES!!!!!!! She told me to lie on my back so she could be on top. She got a tube of lube and stroked and lot over my stiff dick. I asked about a condom. She told me that her ass was still virgin, and if it was ok with me, she wanted to feel my cum shoot into her ass. Again, HELL YES!!!!! She held my dick and slowly started to push her ass over the head of my dick. I thought that she would go slowly, but as soon as she got the tip in, she quickly pushed all the way down, taking it all. That almost made me cum right then. She started rocking back and forth on my cock, telling me how good it felt. She reached down to her pussy and started rubbing her slick clit. She was so tight and looked so hot, I knew I didn’t have much time before my nuts blew. She started sliding up and down my shaft now, and that was it. It felt like electricity shooting thru my body as I started flooding her ass with my hot thick cum. I couldn’t move as she clamped down on my cock with her ass muscles.
It seemed like it took forever before I came back down, then she bent over to kiss me and asked if her ass was good. I told her it was great, but I was sorry that she didn’t cum too. She smiled and said that she came at the same time I did, but probably didn’t notice because I was cumming so hard. With that she lifted up and my dick plopped out of her ass. She turned around and licked all the cum and pussy juice off my cock and balls, which was something she had never done before either. She looked up at me with a smile on her face and said she loved ass fucking me and would only do that with me. She slid up to my face and kissed my mouth, letting me taste my cum, her pussy juice, and the musky taste of her ass.
She turned me onto a lot of things in the year I saw her. She loved to piss on me, when she was on top, after I would cum. That was a warm, wonderful feeling. She also brought in two vibrating butt plugs and we would work them in to our asses before we’d fuck.
We’d also shared pictures of our kids and other things going on in our lives. One day I went in and she told me that she was moving and this would be our last time together. It was a sad hour for us, but the loving was tender and sweet.
Let me know what you think and I’ll share more of my stories with hookers if you’d like. Please remember that I’m not a real writer. So don’t beat me up about spelling and grammer.

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His Boy

His Boy
Short story by Night_Walkerx5
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My name is Asa Jefferson. When I was 10 years old, I was in 5th grade and I started to learn more about my body and sex.
I have short dark hair and dark brown eyes, and I have a normal weight and height for a 10-year old. It was in 5th grade I met the most beautiful boy in the World. I didn’t know how, but he was simply beautiful, and most guys only say that stuff about girls, so I started to feel weird next to other guys… More different.
The boy I had a crush on was John Richards. He was a bit taller than me, short and spiky blond hair, hazel eyes and “a complete jerk”, as most girls in our class describe him. John had the habit of bullying smaller and weaker guys and… Well, let’s say I was his favourite.
He enjoyed bullying kids at school, but I always had “Special treatment”… He messed with me every single time he saw me. And I always got paper balls with insults or threats written on them. Of course, I could report that to the teacher or maybe the Headmaster… But I never did. I always kept my mouth shut about it.
In 6th grade, things got a little better. He stopped insulting me and just pushed me around or against the lockers with a smile on his face, then he’d stand with his arm on the lockers, making that “cool kid” pose and look at me and talk about stuff. I never said a word to him, and he just spoke and teased me for his own amusement.
Things changed when I got to High School , 7th grade, we were in different classes, and he seemed to have found new geeks to have fun with, and this time, he had friends backing him up.
I never saw him again until 9th grade, when we had the same PE and english classes. My hair got longer by the time I got to 9th grade, but he kept his hair short and spiky, I was guessing he forgot who I was for the first few days, but I was wrong…
On a thursday, we were getting ready for PE class, and I was pushed against the wall. To my left, was one hell of a sight: John Richards… shirtless!
He had that smile of his I loved to look at, even though it meant I was in trouble if I pissed him off:
“Look who it is, haven’t seen ya since 6th grade.” he said, standing with his right arm on the wall.
I didn’t say anything.
“Still the quiet type, huh? That’s ok, at least you’re not like that nerd over there.” he said, looking at a guy to my right.
I looked at John, and then looked at where he was pointing with his eyes. The boy’s appearance didn’t seem to help him much. Specially those huge glasses he wears. I noticed he was beaten up recently, with that black eye he had.
“See that black eye of his? You don’t want anything like that, do you?” he asked while looking at the boy, and then looking at me.
I looked at him for a moment, and shook my head. He smiled.
“Don’t worry, as long as you behave, you and I will get along fine, just like in middle school.” He said before he placed a hand on my right cheek and then slapped me in the face gently.
I actually enjoyed when he put his hand on my cheek and gave me a gentle slap, which only causes me to close my eyes for a second everytime.
Before I noticed, I felt my dick getting really hard. I understood it wasn’t because of a girl, which is usually a guy’s answer to something like this… It was because John was a few inches away from me shirtless.
As time passed, I was going for my last class of the day, which was english. About half hour after the class had started, I felt like someone was watching me. I looked behind me, and saw John in the back row looking straight at me. I looked back to my book on the desk and started breathing heavily. He was looking at me, but for how long? And why?
I asked the teacher to be excused and ran to the bathroom. The bathroom was empty, and I went to the sink and washed my hands, then I washed my face. After I’ve done that, I looked at myself throught the mirror, wondering about John. It took me a while to notice I was still being watched. I looked to the left side of the mirror… John was there, with his back against the wall, looking straight at me.
He suddenly smiled and walked towards me. I started breathing heavily again as he was standing right behind me, looking at me in the eyes through the mirror:
“I was wondering if you were ok, cuz of the way you ran out of the classroom.” he said with a smile on his face.
I didn’t say anything, but kept looking at him throught the mirror, breathing a bit faster than usual.
“Well, I’ll be seein’ ya.” he finished and placed his hand on my right cheek.
I was guessing he was gonna slap me in the face like he usually does, but I didn’t expect this… He pushed my face back slowly and gave me a kiss on my left cheek. Then, he slowly took his hand off of my face. I felt something hard poking me from behind, and figured it was his dick. He walked away and left the bathroom. I got really excited after what just happened. I never thought that being kissed on the cheek by a boy would make me this excited.
I couldn’t control myself and ran out the bathroom aftaer him and grabbed his arm and pushed him back into the bathroom. I closed the bathroom door and put my arms around him and kissed him on the lips. After kissing him for a couple of seconds, I rested my head on his shoulder, and hoped he wouldn’t beat me up… But he didn’t push me away or said anything… He placed his arms on my waist. I looked at him and noticed he was smiling. He grabbed my arms and told me to follow him. He went inside the one of those little rooms that had nothing but a toilet inside.
I went inside and closed the door. He was sitting on the toilet seat, with one of his hands rubbing his dick that was still covered by his clothes:
“Lose the clothes” he said. i quickly took off my clothes and was now standing in front of him naked. I walked closer to him, and he let go of his dick:
“Suck me.” he said. I got on my knees and unzipped his jeans and rubbed his 6 inch dick and started sucking it. He was moaning as I sucked him and rubbed my long hair while he enjoyed feeling my toungue playing with his dick. I kept sucking him for a while, then he grabbed my hair and pulled me up and he started devouring my lips and kissing him passionately. I pressed my hands on his chest. I took his shirt off and pressed my hands on his nipples and started kissing him again while he pushed me to sit on top of him, feeling his dick rubbing my ass.
Before I knew it, he was slowly getting his dick in my ass. I started moaning and sqeezing his nipples in pain, as his dick entered my virgin ass. He slowly started fucking me, and we were both moaning, but trying to be quiet, since we weren’t supposed to have sex in the school bathroom. He hugged me as hard as he could and kissed me passionately as he was about to cum. I pressed my hands on his nipples and rubbed all of his body as I pushed my body up and down faster and faster. He suddenly moaned really loud and I felt him cumming in my ass. I moaned really loud as well and I had to feel him devouring my lips one more time, so I pressed my lips on his.
We couldn’t stay for long, so we cleaned ourselves up and get dressed. On my way out of the bathroom, he pushed me against the wall, and gently pressed his body on mine:
“You’re just any boy… Now you’re my boy!” he said as he rubbed his hand on my cheek and gave me a gentle kiss.
Since then, I spend most weekends sleeping over at his house, and we’ve been having sex every night. He always refused to suck my dick or let me fuck him, but I always enjoyed sucking his dick and be fucked by his 6 inch dick

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Modern Mage – Chapter 16

Sorry about the delay, got a lot going on right now. I will continue to post as i get the chapters written. Please leave comments or PM me if you want to know anything.
I just stood there in the doorway staring at Deputy United States Marshall Jacqueline Dupree. I had met Jaq as she told me to call her about five years ago after the mishap in Todash space. As I wasn’t thinking clearly at the time and didn’t actually know I had come back into the world five years before I disappeared from it; I had given her my real name. I hadn’t told anyone here what had happened to me though Arthur had said he knew what happened to me and wanted to talk, but back to the problem at hand. I told Jaq nothing of what I was when we met and simply disappeared into the night when I left. That was most likely a mistake considering she was a cop. I had more important issues on my mind such as a self-fulfilling prophesy. My brain finally registered that she was looking at me expectantly while the room behind me had gone as silent as a tomb. “Jaq, I told you before to call me Andrew or is this not a social call?”
“It’s not entirely a social call Andrew, do you have time to talk or am I interrupting something?” she asked as she scanned the room over my shoulder. I could only imagine what thoughts were going through her head at the collection of people gathered here. Obviously there was me, a man who hadn’t changed in five years. Next there was Sindee who was a petite spirited read haired doctor and new Mage. She hasn’t had time to get the haunted look in her eyes that most of us who know about the greater world get from constant exposure to the unbelievable things our here. As the quote goes; “There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” Then you see Marcus, a man of at least eighty who looked all of sixteen unless you paid attention to his eyes as the years he’d seen are in them.
Then there was Kyra and Talia, Talia was Kyra’s grandmother and they’re both Werewolves. Due to the unique genetics involved Talia looked like Kyra’s mother at the oldest and was dressed like a soccer mom among the rest of us here. Kyra looked exactly like she was a nineteen year old college cheerleader. Tell me they didn’t stand out in this menagerie of individuals.
Then you had Arthur Masters and his staff members from the Existence. Arthur was muscularly built and next to Talia appeared to be the oldest among us, and in truth I think he was older than anyone knew. He was dressed in denim jeans and a t-shirt with a leather duster over them. He looked like a biker except for the clean shaven face, bright intelligence in his wary eyes and the way he presented a profile target making him harder to hit if things went south. His security head and companion Samantha, who preferred to be called Sam, was as petite as Sindee but looking at her stance and eyes you could see the predator if you knew to look for it. Sam was a Vampire and not someone I ever wanted to be on the bad side of. George rounded out his group and I don’t think I ever met a larger person then him. George was a Werewolf. He was a very quiet person and if he held still you could mistake him for a wall or statue, he was also the best hand to hand combatant that ever lived according to Sam and as such was Arthur’s personal bodyguard when they weren’t at the club. This was one hell of a time for a ghost of a past that shouldn’t have even existed to come into my life wearing a badge. “Come on in Marshall Dupree,” I said as a turned and headed across the room to Sindee.
“You can call me Jaq as this isn’t official beyond me just finding you and closing an old case that was niggling away at me for years,” she said as she scanned the room with cop eyes, taking in the measure of those around her. I saw her pause at George and look him over a couple of times making sure she saw everything.
“Ok Jaq, allow me to introduce everyone here.” I took Sindee’s hand in mine, “this is my fiancé Sindee.” I pointed to each person as I introduced them in turn, “The others are Marcus, Kyra, Talia, George, Sam and Arthur.” I looked at everyone quickly and continued, “This is Jacqueline Dupree, last time I saw her was five years ago on the Fourth of July. I was in Wolf Lake, Wyoming and had to leave abruptly as some of my memory returned and I rushed to handle some personal issues.” I hoped that they understood enough to not say anything strange and make the situation worse.
Jaq looked surprised at the word fiancé but controlled her reaction before continuing, “It’s a pleasure to meet y’all. “ She turned to Sindee and shook her hand, “I only met him briefly and I gotta say you’re a lucky woman. Do you mind if I borrow him for a few minutes to talk?”
I was less than comfortable right now and knew I would be explaining a lot later. Sindee answered her question before I could, “Please be quick as we are celebrating the fact that we got the keys to our new home today.” She stressed the word our in that reply.
“Won’t be more than a few minutes on my part ma’am.” Jaq grabbed my upper arm and led be back outside the front door to talk. “So Andrew, you haven’t changed a bit in the last five years, some outfit too I see.”
Needless to say that was an uncomfortable feeling as I didn’t expect anyone to remember what a person wore five years after it happened. “I’m sure it’s just something similar Jaq as I don’t think I have anything that old in my closet anymore.”
I’ve seen looks of disbelief before, but she gave new meaning to the do I look like that big a fool look as she replied. “Andrew, I’ve been coming back to your case ever since the night you left. I ran searches on your name a week after you disappeared. I got a surprise a when I got the news article and the police report from the mountains mentioning a sixteen year old kid who fought an managed to save some of his family from the serial killer that was hunting Cheyenne. That couldn’t have been you since he was only sixteen but the coincidence was surprising. I also recovered your prints from the bed and breakfast when I found that paper the other set was on became discolored and rendered that set useless. You weren’t officially a missing person but your disappearance was as sudden as your arrival so I kept looking into it in my own time. I applied for and joined the US Marshall Service and brought the file with me to the new job. I kept looking at it from time to time because I hate leaving things undone. My last promotion moved me out here to run a warrant team and I decided to have another look at my old case file and ran your fingerprints again. This time I’d got an address here in Las Vegas, strange coincidence again. I ran your name and history once the prints came back and found that you were in fact the same sixteen year old who fought the serial killer. Now as that didn’t make any sense I went to the address on file and found it deserted this evening. I did a check of property records and found out about this place and here you are exactly as you left me five years ago. Now tell me what’s going on and don’t try to lie to me. I may me a country girl from the sticks but you know better than to think I’m a fool.”
Arthur surprised us by clearing his throat by the door, “Perhaps I can assist in clearing this up Andrew.” He walked over to us and extended his hand to Jaq, “Ms. Dupree, my name is Arthur Master. I can explain things and will do so, however, not at this location.” He turned back to me, “We’re going to call it a night Andrew. Come by the club tomorrow night after you explain to Sindee what has occurred for you since Schrodinger’s Cat is out of the box so to speak. I’ll aid the lovely Ms. Jacqueline here in understanding what she’s experienced. Being that she is even standing here tells me more about her strength of will and ability to handle the truth of the world.”
Jaq was looking back and forth between Arthur and me while he was talking, “If you think after working five years to get here I am just going to walk away with you,” pointing at Arthur, “without getting any form of answer….”
Arthur interrupted her mid-rant, “Marshall, you’ll get your answers from me as I am more than qualified to give them. I probably know more about what happened that he himself knows. I also never said anything about you walking away without an answer. If you’ll give Sam the keys to your car she’ll drive it back to my club and you can ride with me.” At that Sam was already standing beside Jaq with her hand out for the keys.
Jaq was being confused by how quickly things were moving and handed her keys over to Sam without thinking about it. Sam Jumped in the car and headed out with it. George and Talia left right behind her. Arthur walked over to his Bugatti Veyron and waited for her to join him. He opened the passenger door for her and they drove off together. Marcus and Kyra headed for the campus dorms together as Sindee came out and locked the new house up behind her, “So Andrew, who is she and how did you meet her five years ago when you were only sixteen?” she asked as we headed for the car. This was going to be a long conversation so I suggested we head back to her house.
Once we got back to the house we would be moving from soon I made a pot of coffee and recounted the tale of my last five years to Sindee in short order. I didn’t go into any details of the training except to let her know that I had learned new things; and that we also had some new vacation properties available now. I told her about my trip to Todash and getting back to her drove me to fight a soul draining eternal darkness to find a way back. I told her about landing in the middle of the mountains, meeting Jacqueline and the kiss. I admitted to liking Jaq but I didn’t love her as I knew the only woman I loved was the one whom I was with now. I explained about the self-fulfilling prophesy including that I could have changed everything but it would have cost me my life with her and that I knew was an unbearable choice for me. I explained that I had lived five years without her and did everything I could to occupy my mind to keep me from rushing here and ruining everything.
Needless to say the kiss wasn’t her favorite part of the conversation but she said she understood the loneliness from my description of Todash Space. She never heard and could no truly imagine such desolation and darkness. Once I explained everything that had happened I just ran out of words and fell silent. Silence consumed the house around us as neither of us spoke.
Sindee stood and walked across the room to me. Taking my hands in hers she pulled me to my feet and towards our bedroom door. Neither of us spoke as that would break the mood that settled upon us. She led me over to stand beside the bed. We stripped each other slowly, running our hands over the skin in gentle caresses. Tonight was not about animal attraction or wild passion but about slow sensuality of emotion and movement as we were wrapped in each other’s arms and bodies. We fell asleep together, taking comfort in the fact we were here and now despite how close we came to being parted forever.
We woke a little later in the day than we normally do as it had been a long and late night for both of us. Today was the day the furniture and appliances were being delivered to the new house and we had to be there to have it arranged properly. We disentangled ourselves from each other and the sheets before jumping in the shower quickly. We got dressed and spent the rest of the afternoon setting up the new house. Since there were plenty of workers bringing the furniture into the house it went quickly. The house was ready that evening but we’d be moving the clothes and our personal items in with us the next morning. Tonight we had plans to go see Arthur at the Existence. I wish I could have been there for the explanation he was giving to Jaq but I figured it was safer for me not to be there.
We went casual to the club tonight, comfortable jeans and nice shirts for both of us. Sindee chose stone washed denim jeans and a silver-gray silk blouse to offset her red hair and gray eyes, while I chose block denim and a black silk shirt, my emerald colored eyes stood out with such dark clothing. We were meeting up so Arthur could talk to me and I could find out the fallout from Jaq making her appearance. Any aspiring time travelers out there should think before doing it, as an accidental time traveler I’m regretting what has come to pass and I actively avoided changing things.
Sindee drove us down to the club around six-thirty so the sun hadn’t quite set and we’d get a meal before everything got started. When we arrived there was no line out the door, the parking garage was empty and it looked like the normal security was doubled or more outside. This didn’t sit well with me as this place was always packed even near dawn the few times we’ve been here. Sindee was waved into the parking area so she parked the car and we headed in.
We walked into the front bar area and it was the same in here as it was outside. No one other than the staff and security team inside, the catwalks had at least twice the normal team up there that I could see, made me wonder what I couldn’t see. Since the bar area was empty other than security we walked through into the club section and there we got a small surprise. The normal Tables and chairs were removed into the side rooms to open the room up more that it normally was, considering the size of the room. In the middle of the main dance floor a large, long table had been set up under the spotlights.
Arthur sat at the head of the table; he was dressed in a custom cut Armani Suit in a dark grey with a black shirt and no tie. I felt underdressed immediately. Sam was wearing a the classically cut black dress, however I noticed the waist tightened a little high and the skirt was slit to allow full range of motion. Even dressed to the nines Sam was ready for a fight. Jacqueline, and I won’t call her Jaq looking as she did at this time, was dressed in a simple column dress in plum that fell all the way to her ankles. The sides were slit to mid-thigh showing off her long slender legs. Her hair was up in a complicated braid that left her neck bare further accentuating her long from and framing her blue eyes. She was seated to Arthur’s left in the first seat on that side while Sam was buzzing around the room as usual. Arthur and Jacqueline were having an animated conversation and he was being his normal charming self apparently as she was smiling and laughing with him. I took this as a good sign as she wasn’t screaming or trying to arrest any of us. The rest of the staff that were seated at the table already along with my friends who had already arrived we dressed more casually so I didn’t feel as bad about being underdressed. Guido wasn’t sitting at the table as he was running back and forth bringing the dinner to the table from the kitchen. There were two seats left at the table when we walked over. Both were to Arthur’s right, directly across from Jacqueline and Sam’s seats. Yeah!!! This wasn’t going to be awkward at all.
I should have known better than to borrow trouble by assuming the evening was going to be anything but simple. We had a nice meal, quiet conversation and great company followed by dancing. The definition of a party and what we were celebrating was the success of the prior evening and another bastion of defense in the Ascension War as well as another soldier for it. Arthur had explained everything to Jaq and apparently she agreed to aid in any way possible. Having a US Marshall helping us would be an advantage in finding someone if we needed to. I couldn’t tell you if there was anything else going on beyond what Arthur said but he had his eyes on Jaq the entire evening. I had hope for them to get together, Arthur has always had this haunted look in his eyes and needs someone with spirit to breathe some life back into him.
The night went quickly, too much so for me; and now we were ready to start the next stage in the war. I had to prepare and train Sindee, the new pack and any other allies I could gather for the coming fights. The dawn would bring new troubles and planning so I intended to enjoy the night.

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SCENE ON A GOLF COURSE

This is part of an occasional series of ‘Scenes’, all of which are a single scene in a particular type of location. They are ‘point of view’ stories, and you can imagine that you are either of the characters. This is happening today, at a golf course just outside your town.

Tequila Sunrise, i

Rain hurtling down the gutters and attacking us waves, we waited three quarters of an hour to get into the nightclub, the last one open in town. A birthday outing for a friend had already backfired severely after a large percentage of the party had drunk too much and gone home and I, despite being left as guardian of two of the hottest girls in the party, was starting to regret my decision to not follow suit. The bouncers eyed us up cautiously as we hid ourselves under a barely waterproof jacket, one between the three of us. The giddiness of previous alcohol intake and the fun aspect of the whole event was beginning to dissipate but I was taking solace in watching the water drip slowly down the back of the dress of the girl in front of me. Highlighting the curve of her shoulders and contours of her slender frame, the rain made the soft fabric cling to her figure and allowed me to at least imagine some warm place where I might be able to fully view this angelic body.
This was Erin. We had been friends for years before this night and for long periods of this time I had wondered whether or not we might be perfectly suited for each other. Around 5’7”, slim, long brown hair with subtle highlights, perfect attributes offset by a beautifully kind face and an elegant posture showing off the best of her tanned legs. Having greeted her hours before at the train station, I found my eyes drawn in two separate directions; finding her bare shoulders lead smoothly down to a partially exposed, young, confident, cleavage whilst the hem of her dress rose far enough up her enticing thighs to tempt the brain further, but unfortunately not the hand. We had both recently come out of fairly long-term relationships and, although we were certainly close, had never been especially flirty enough to entertain such thoughts of a different kind of friendship.
Beside her was Annabel who, as we gradually moved forward in the queue, encouraged in me much more exhilarating thoughts of possibility. She was a girl with devastating style and little respect for the way she was viewed by other people, especially the boys surrounding her. At about 5’2” and weighing little more than 6 stone, she is easily the smallest person of raw sexual energy I have seen. A strict regime of middle-distance running and a good diet gave her an extraordinarily well carved figure which presented her breasts perfectly in a stunning emerald mini-dress, complete with glimpses of a lacy pink bra at the front and the strap invitingly wrapped round her toned back. These were the two girls I had to restrain myself to polite conversation with as we waited in line, finding it increasingly hard to relax my heart rate as the wind provided secret glances at these delicate bodies.
Eventually we found ourselves at the bar inside and, given another half an hour and three shots of tequila each, I found myself alone with Erin, or as alone as you can be amongst a club full of drunken people dancing. However, these were the people we were now amongst and as I slowly gave way to the mixture of alcohol and a bass-heavy sound system controlling my movements, I felt the tender flow of her body rise up through mine as she sensually grazed her ass against my stiffening cock, bringing my nervous hands round to feel the tantalising curves of her hips. I held on tight, bringing her closer in so that by the end of the next song we were fully grinding against each other and clearly in need of some release. Disappointingly, we were rudely interrupted by Annabel who had swiftly gone the way of other friends and was in dire need of returning home after a shot too many. I was initially very annoyed by this, fearing that I faced another lonely night at home with a depleted wallet and a strong feeling of dissatisfaction, but I tried to stay positive. There seemed a high possibility that Annabel might be sick at some point in the near future, and so Erin guided us towards the large block of unisex toilets where she got Annabel into a cubicle and had her sit down. To my surprise, Erin then swiftly left, closing the door behind her, and entered the cubicle next door, taking my hand so eagerly so that I had no choice but to follow her and find myself seated on the toilet in front of her with the door quickly closed and locked behind. Without wasting anytime, Erin dropped to her knees and attacked my belt, removing it quickly and pulling my jeans down to my ankles. Still in a state of shock, I found few words to respond to the sensation of her delicate tongue flitting softly over the head of my penis, circling round and down the shaft and then enveloping all in one long fantastic movement in which I felt myself reach the back of her throat with ease, longing to penetrate further inside. She then worked back up to the top, lightly flicking the head and teasing me gradually so that I began to thrust towards her full, red lips, willing to do anything to be back on them again. Her tongue circled the base of my shaft whilst her hand worked slowly but meaningfully up and down until she finally fixed her hungry gaze on to me, still speechless in ecstasy. Moving her hand down to massage one ball then the other, she purposefully stood, lifting her skirt to reveal that she had no underwear beneath her pale tight, and eased herself low enough to lightly massage my cock against her open pussy, momentarily feeling the moisture through the thin material and touching her throbbing clit as she gasped. Leaning forward, she whispered in my ear, “time to go. Why don’t you stay at mine though? I think we both know where the real late night party is going to be at.”
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By the time we had arrived at hers, however, an increasingly unconscious Annabel had somewhat killed the mood. Fortunately, this had seemed to have annoyed Erin as much as it had done I, so I made sure to (un)chivalrously see that Annabel got undressed and into bed whilst Erin prepared more drinks for us in the kitchen. This involved carrying the petite beauty up to the spare room in a fireman’s lift as she had long since lost the capacity to walk, something not to be considered a chore as she was heavenly light and uttered the most heavenly purring noise as my hand occasionally slipped softly under her dress and around her beautiful, tight ass. There was little subtlety about Annabel and, with the door firmly shut, she took pleasure in feeling up my chest and back as I removed her clothes in preparation for bed. Unclasping her bra I found that her pert breasts, miniscule on any other frame, matched her body perfectly and she had no embarrassment in me carefully fondling them, purring and gasping again as I pinched her soft nipples like fruit from a tree, taking each in my mouth in turn and letting the sweet taste linger on my tongue. I ran my hand up from her precarious heels, up her sexy knee-length socks, and brought both legs up around me in a tight grip so that I was able to balance her with one hand and have the other free for other means.
“Ohhhh……goddd..” she breathed out long and slow as my fingers crept down her stomach, across her tight waist and in between the taunting material of her thong and heavenly flesh of her inner thigh, finding her longing clit presenting itself outwards and being rewardingly grasped between thumb and middle finger.
“Let’s just hold on a second big boy” she gasped, straining herself to remove my careful touch and sit back on the bed.
“I know Erin’s plan tonight, she wants you in her bed now, you should go to her.”
Despite my confidence with Annabel, I was hugely shocked at this, like coming out of a dream. How had I come to this situation, whereby one stunning girl had near molested me in a nightclub and another was sat naked in front of me, clearly longing for something to happen but refusing it to herself out of loyalty to her friend?
“How do you know that? I mean, are you sure?”
“I think that when a girl sucks your dick in a nightclub toilet cubicle and can’t wait to get you home it’s a pretty good sign of her intentions.” She laughed, hair blonde hair falling delicately over one shoulder to float over one nipple in renewed modesty. “Besides, I want to enjoy you properly when I’m sober enough, big boy.”
This time I laughed and nodded in agreement, but as I turned to leave I felt Annabel’s hand wrap around me once again, this time finding its way across my waist and down to grab my throbbing dick through my jeans.
“I suspect though, that she’s going to want this to be good, and so are you. It’s about three weeks since you broke up with your girlfriend right?”
“Ermm..well yeah I suppose,” I answered, unsure of the direction of her question.
“Well then, I suppose..,” she uttered dreamily, casually mimicking my confusion while deftly uncovering my cock and shifting down the bed so that both hands were now on it, her mouth poised just above the tip, “that you might need a little warm-up.”
For the second time in less than two hours I was left speechless as a beautiful girl smoothly deep-throated my cock, thinking of anything at all to stop me exploding at the touch of her lips bringing the foreskin back, the tongue gliding dominatingly over the head and bringing it to the back of her mouth. Removing one hand from my cock, she made sure that I saw her roughly fondle her own breasts, gasping in mock surprise as she pinched her own nipples and gradually teased her clit towards orgasm. Meanwhile, I pulsated on the edge of her lips as one hand held me steady, her mouth ready and waiting at the bottom of the shaft and her tongue dancing over my balls. Smoothly she moved down to take one ball in her mouth and sucked greedily, beginning to pump the shaft with her free hand and allowing her bucking hips to illustrate the intensity of her own pleasure. It soon became clear however that this was a blowjob of pure functionality, a fantastic one but not a shared sexual experience. As her tongue tempted as much fluid out of my balls as was possible, she stopped attending to herself and turned her eyes fully into mine.
“Here it is, let’s go.”
I surely knew what was coming but could not help a daunted “oh fuck” escape my lips as she moved her own up my shaft and onto the head where her tongue swirled like a storm whilst her both hand pumped fast up my shaft. As it became clear I was about to come, she made no effort to draw back but forced herself down onto my dick to ensure she got all the cum she could down her throat. My legs buckled and I lowered myself gradually as you pumped the last drops from my shaking dick, the last bits of fluid dribbling down her chin onto her tits and towards her exposed cunt.
“Wow, you really were saving that for a special occasion. Best get too it then big boy.”
And with that, and a couple seconds more of recovery, I was sent to finish what had been started only an hour or so before.
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Erin waited gracefully in the kitchen, six shots of tequila lined up in front of her, along with six slices of lime, two long glasses of champagne and a jug of iced water. As I arrived, she rose perkily and threw tequila down her neck before biting down roughly on the lime and grimacing.
“Ugh. That’s awful. Your turn! Did Annabel go down okay?”
I almost choked on the question and my cock gave an involuntarily spasm as a reminder. I wondered about the wisdom of carrying on drinking with what I had in mind, but I took the shot on the condition that she took another at the same time. As we said cheers and downed the strong fluid, I picked up a large slice of lime and offered it to Erin’s mouth as I bit into the other side. Feeling the strong juice in our mouths, I threw the lime away and kissed her deeply, making us both grimace deeply at the taste and then laugh as our tongues intertwined. She put both arms round my neck and grabbed my back, making it easy for me to lift up her smooth legs and raise her onto the kitchen counter.
“Another?” I said, presenting another shot to her. This time, I made to pour it into her mouth but purposefully let it hit her neck and drip down into her cleavage. I buried my face into her tender skin, kissing her roughly up and down as I dragged the shoulder straps of her dress down. Her head was thrown back in pleasure as my tongue circled around her ear lobe, down the line of neck and along the top of her bra as I brought her quickly into me and undid the strap. In sharp contrast with Annabel’s linear form, Erin’s curvy shape gave her magnificently fleshy tits which I grabbed lustfully as I devoured her nipples, finally free and raging for contact. My hands started to roam up her dress and pulled her tights down to below her knees, my fingers wasting no time to plunge straight into the depths of her moist, velvet cunt. Meanwhile, Erin ripped the buttons from my shirt and cleared the drinks behind her as she adjusted to get better purchase on the counter. Taking a long gulp of champagne, I let the bubbles fizz in my mouth and then attacked her clit, the sensation causing some shock as Erin jumped and thrust herself further into my face. Taking this as my cue, I took three ice cubes from the jug and gave two to Erin, placing them in each hand and then placing her hands onto her breasts. I took the third and inserted it slowly into her soft lips, licking greedily around it before removing it and plunging my tongue into the cold area. Having removed the hands that supported her on the bench, Erin fell backwards so that she was lying flat, massaging her tits and writhing as I alternated with ice and tongue between clit and snatch. The more she moaned and I felt her wet mound on my face the more my dick longed to be free and inside her. Finally, after one more cycle with the ice, I stopped and proceeded to get undressed as quickly as possible. The sudden break was of no importance to Erin who quickly thrust three fingers inside herself and started to wildly masturbate, still massaging her tits and pinching her swollen nipples. I considered leaving her to it until she sat up and glared at me. “Get your cock in me right now you bastard!”
Not being able to resist the desire to tease her more, I went back to devouring her pussy with my tongue, her hands now firmly forcing my face deeper inside her, with one hand manoeuvred under her ass and the other slowly jerking my dick. When I was ready, I picked her up with both hands and pushed her vertically against the counter, forcing my dick into her dripping snatch and thrusting steadily. “Ahhhh fuckkk, yesss” she screamed and dug her nails into my back. I began to lose strength in my legs and so move her back onto the counter and climbed up with her, continuing my pulsating thrusts into her cunt and gaining momentum. I clung onto her nipple with my teeth for life and ravaged her soft cunt whilst she moaned in ecstasy, brought right up to an orgasm as I felt her buck solidly back against me. To slow her down, I grabbed some more ice and rubbed it hard against her clit which gave her a shock, but which was soon replaced by renewed thrusts and rapid rubbing with my left hand as I balanced on my right. She pulled me in close and grabbed me tight with her thighs as her cunt gave way to an explosive orgasm, she shook and moaned as it lasted through each long movement driving me deeper into her. As her pussy clenched me, I felt the cum build in my balls and I gave her one last thrust before creaming her pussy, then withdrawing and sending jizz all over her tits and face. Soundlessly, I collapsed onto the counter next to her as she closed her eyes and smiled whilst purring, still pinching her nipples in two fingers.

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