Into the Storm

I squeezed the steering wheel in a death grip.

“What the fuck was I doing?” I thought for about the millionth time on the way to her apartment.

There was no way this woman was going to take my virginity.

We had met online, through pure dumb luck. I was on some dating website, trying to match with someone, anyone.

And then she did.

Michelle.

23. Blonde. Curvy.

Or so her profile said.

There was no picture.

Not that it mattered to my horny, 24-year-old mind.

She was talking to me.

To me.

The gods must have been crazy, indeed.

We talked for maybe a week or so, I don’t actually remember. She seemed nice enough, playful even, in her emails to me.

I honestly figured she was just messing with me, that she had no intention of actually meeting with me.

Worse, that “Michelle” was actually one of my buddies pulling an elaborate and cruel joke.

Then, it came up. Previous girlfriends, or in her case, boyfriends.

“How many girlfriends have you had?” she asked me.

“Three.” I wrote back sheepishly.

The conversation continued from there, her asking me why at 24 I had only dated three girls.

“Girls don’t find me attractive, I guess.” I typed. God, I sounded desperate and pathetic. I tried to erase that but hit Send by mistake.

“Lol. You’re cute,” was the reply.

Cute?

No girl had ever called me cute.

Was there something wrong with her?

“I’ve been with four guys,” she continued. “I’m not that far ahead of you.”

“Wow, cool,” was my reply. Smooth, dude. Way to impress her with your conversation skills.

“I only slept with three of them. The first guy I dated cheated on me, so nothing ever happened there.”

Holy shit, that was quick. She was already moving on to the guys she slept with. Well, no problem. I was a young, fairly open-minded guy. Who was I to judge her for who she slept with?

And then it dawned on me.

She was probably going to ask me about the girls I had slept with.

Shit, shit, shit…

“How about you?” The message popped up, and I froze.

What should I tell her? The truth? A lie? Which was worse?

I must have sat there for a good three minutes, trying to decide what to say.

My fingers finally started to move. I wrote, my chest in my throat.

“I’ve never been with anyone that way,” I typed out. I couldn’t believe I was saying this. What was it my dad always said? “Honesty is the best policy”?

Sure, but it also makes you look like a sexless loser who can’t get a girl if his life depends on it.

A new message from Michelle popped up on the screen.

“That’s cool. A lot of guys just sleep around with any woman they meet.”

I stared at the screen, dumbfounded.

Allow me to explain.

Over the course of my adolescence, one thing had been impressed upon me in locker rooms and talks with other guys.

Guys were meant to sleep around.

It was what we did.

We fucked any girl we possibly could, and had to beat other guys’ scores, as though at the end of our lives, St. Peter would meet us at the Pearly Gates and only allow us in if our body count was sufficiently high.

Okay, that’s a bit much.

But it’s not too far off.

Guys were always bugging each other about their latest conquests, who had slept with who, who had done what to who.

And me?

I was the quiet one who smiled at their stories of sexual bravado, marveled at their masculine skills… and made it through high school and college with barely more than a kiss.

Clearly, I was damaged.

And yet here was this woman, who seemed to be okay with my virgin status.

She had to be pulling my leg.

Right?

Another message popped up on my screen.

“I can help you with that.”

Whaaaaat?

I blinked a few times and reread the message.

It didn’t change.

She was actually offering to take my virginity.

My breathing became shallow. Surely there would be a follow-up message, something like, “Yeah, right, loser! Think I’d sleep with someone as loserific as you???”

Another ding as the next message popped up.

“My place. Friday night. Here’s my address.”

Wait.

What?

This was happening?

Oh, god. This was happening.

Friday night found me driving to Michelle’s house, several kilometers away, through a snowstorm. It wasn’t coming down hard, but I knew that by the time I got to her apartment, the drive back would be treacherous.

That’s about all I remember about the drive.

For one and a half hours, I concentrated on following the GPS’s directions, trying to control my anxiety about driving in a snowstorm.

Yeah. Anxiety about the snowstorm. That was it.

My mind still was reeling from her one message.

“I can help you with that.”

She was going to take my virginity, with no more hesitation than if she said she could help me with my calculus homework.

Actually, maybe escort pendik she could help me with my calculus homework…

I shook my head. Calculus was behind me, in high school. This was clearly my brain’s way of trying to make this situation anything other than what it was going to be… sexual.

The GPS pinged. “In 500 meters, your destination will be on the left.”

My reverie was broken. I was almost there.

This was happening.

Wait a second.

Oh, shit.

Condoms. I should have gotten condoms.

Fuck. Idiot.

I looked around desperately, hoping a drugstore would materialize out of thin air.

No such luck.

The area near Michelle’s apartment was mostly residential. A few fast-food joints, a pub, but no pharmacy to save my short-sighted ass.

I looked at the plaza I was passing. There was a dollar store there. They might sell condoms.

Yeah, no. Dollar store condoms? Not worth the risk.

I drove on, glancing at the GPS. Somehow, I had missed out on the last 300 meters.

200 meters to go.

I looked down the road and saw the apartment building looming ahead.

It was fairly non-descript.

Tall, whitish grey, like so many apartment buildings seemed to be.

Totally unaware that I was going to be losing my Big V inside of it tonight.

I shook my head. Was this actually happening?

I pulled into the parking lot and found a Visitors spot. I parked, turned off the engine, and sat there.

Was this happening?

I took a few deep breaths.

Yeah. This was happening.

I wanted this.

I needed this.

I deserved this.

I unbuckled my seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out.

Hitting my head on the doorframe on the way out.

“Ow! Fuck!”

Hopefully my awkwardness getting out of the car would not be repeated in bed later.

I walked to the front door and stepped inside. Michelle had told me her buzzer number, so I punched it in and waited. After a few moments, there was a click and then her voice came through the intercom.

“Hello?”

I cleared my throat. “Hey, it’s Joe.”

“Come on up.” I heard a beeping sound, then a buzzing as the second set up doors unlocked, letting me in. I opened the door and stepped inside.

The foyer was fairly plain, and not all that different from the apartments my buddies and I had lived in during college. It was as if all apartments had the same basic design. Actually, some of them probably did, come to think of it.

I realized my brain was still trying desperately to distract me, so I told it to fuck off and hit the call button for the elevator.

Surprisingly, the doors slid right open. It was as if I was being encouraged to do this.

I got in and punched the button for Michelle’s floor. As the elevator rose, so did my apprehension. What the fuck was I doing?

The elevator shuddered to a stop, and the doors slid open. I supposed I could have just stayed in, chickened out, and disappeared into the night. But for some reason my feet propelled me off the elevator and down the hallway.

I walked along the dimly lit corridor, with came complete with the standard “apartment building hallway” smell. What exactly was that smell? Not quite cleaning products, not quite pet smells, probably both and a host of other mixed-in scents that just seemed to go with the territory.

Further down the hallway, a door opened, and a blonde head popped out. Michelle. She waved to me. “Hey, down here.”

I smiled gamely and walked the rest of the distance to her door. She stepped out as I neared, and I got my first look at her.

Michelle was shorter than me, maybe 5’5″, blonde hair like I said, and… stout? Stocky? I wasn’t sure how to describe her. Not quite fat, but not skinny like so many of my porn star fantasies. But she had a cute smile, and blue eyes that just seemed to radiate a kind of warm kindness.

She looked me up and down, then focused on my forehead. “What happened there?”

Reflexively I reached up to my forehead, which stung slightly when I touched it.

Oh yeah. The door.

I rubbed my head gingerly. “Oh, I bumped my head getting out of the car.”

Michelle giggled. “Clumsy and cute. I kinda like that.” She giggled slightly, then stepped back and held the door open for me. I stepped in and looked around.

Her apartment was fairly well organised, with the appropriate amount of books, dishes, shoes and clothing strewn about. It smelled nice, kind of like a fragrance of some kind. I mentioned this to Michelle.

“Oh, yeah. That’s incense. Vanilla. I love the smell, don’t you?”

I nodded, and Michelle offered to take my coat. “Have a seat on the sofa. Do you want anything to drink?”

Drink? I thought it over. A beer or something might settle my nerves, but it could also render me useless for later. The term whisky dick popped into my head.

“I’ll just have a water,” I said.

I heard her rummaging about istanbul escort in the kitchen, and after a moment she came back with two bottles of flavoured water. “I hate plain water,” she explained, plopping down on the seat beside me.

We chatted for a bit, I guess in the whole “getting to know you” mindset. It turned out that Michelle was finishing grad school, for sociology, social work, or some other thing I don’t remember.

“I’m glad you made it,” she said after a brief pause. “It’s getting nasty out there.”

I looked out the window past her dining area. Sure enough, the snow was coming down even harder. I nodded. “Yeah, driving home is going to be rough.”

She looked at me. “You’re welcome to stay here tonight. You don’t have to go home in that. In fact, I’d prefer if you didn’t. I’d be worried sick.” She smiled sweetly and rubbed my leg with her knee. That simple gesture, plus her sweet smile, relaxed me, even just slightly.

“Thanks,” I said, which came out almost like a sigh.

“It’s been nice getting to know you these past few weeks,” Michelle went on. “Sorry I didn’t post any pictures, but some guys aren’t keen on a girl with my body type.”

“I think you’re hot,” I blurted out, almost defensively. My words seemed to have an impact on my host.

“Thanks, Joe. You’re pretty cute yourself.” She scooted closer. “I feel like I actually know you, even though we’ve never met before now.”

“Yeah. I… feel the same.”

Another smile. I really liked hers. She seemed to like using it a lot.

“Can I ask you something?” she queried, her voice dropping slightly. “You are pretty good looking. How come you’ve never been with a girl?”

I took a long gulp of my drink, then put it down. “It’s just… never happened. I’ve had a couple of girlfriends, and we’ve kissed and stuff, but… I don’t know. I guess I just never knew how to do it.”

Michelle cocked her head at me. “It’s not something you’re born knowing how to do. But you gotta at least make a move. Did you ever try anything like touching them when you were kissing?”

I shook my head. “No, I just felt awkward. I wouldn’t know where to put my hands or anything.”

A bemused look crossed Michelle’s face. “It’s not like there’s some sort of manual for every woman on the planet, Joe. We all like different things. You just gotta see what works. Chances are she’ll tell you what she likes, and how to do it.” She paused, looking me in the eyes. “Do you want to try kissing me?”

I nodded.

She leaned in, closing her eyes. I leaned in to meet her, and our lips met. Her lips were soft and moist, and I think I tasted a bit of flavoured lip gloss or something. Suddenly one of her hands was on my neck, and she pulled me into her more. I had some experience with kissing, and I’d never heard any complaints, so I assumed I was doing okay.

Then I felt a new sensation. Her tongue was probing my mouth. This part I fucking loved. I met her tongue with mine, and we swirled and danced in each other’s mouths.

She pulled back slightly. “You’re pretty good at this part. If a guy sucks at kissing it usually takes him longer to do other stuff as well.” She drew me in again, and her hands took hold of mine, placing them on her cheeks. This simple gesture made me feel that much more confident.

I began to move my hands, gently exploring her face as we kissed. She broke off the kiss again.

“Kiss my neck,” she implored softly.

I leaned in further, kissing my way from her mouth down her face to her neck. She moaned softly.

“Yeah, that’s it, Joe.”

Her words already had an effect on me, but suddenly I felt something I totally had not expected.

One of her hands was gripping my crotch, squeezing and rubbing it. I continued to kiss, profoundly enjoying the softness of her skin, her gentle scent of soap or light perfume, and her caress of my manhood. It started to have another effect.

Michelle noticed the growth between my legs, and she began to trace my shaft with her hand. She moaned in my ear. “Oh, Joe. I want to see him.”

Without waiting for a reply, she broke off our kiss and leaned down into my lap. She continued to caress me and then reached with her other hand for my belt, undoing it, then my jeans button and my fly. She reached in and took hold on my penis. “Mmm,” she murmured softly.

I looked down at the back of her head, marveling in this new sensation, but hesitating, nonetheless. “Is it big enough?” I asked her. She looked up at me with something like a wry smile.

“Big enough?” she repeated. “What do you mean?”

“It’s just that… I know I don’t have the biggest dick…”

A chuckle escaped from Michelle. “You’ve been watching too much porn, haven’t you? I hate to break it to you, but the guys in those videos are not the average when it comes to penis size. Four to six inches is the average.” She paused. “You’ve measured it, haven’t you?”

I nodded meekly. “Yeah. Just about 5 inches.”

A gentle smile escort kurtköy from Michelle. “The good news is that’s actually more than enough. Girls don’t always like a dick that they choke on.” She looked down at my crotch again. “Let’s see what we’re working with.”

She helped me tug down my jeans and boxers to my ankles, and I sat back down, her hand wrapping around my shaft again. “He’s actually a nice size. I can’t imagine trying to get my lips around a cock as big as a beer can or something.” Having said this, she leaned in, opened her mouth, and enveloped me whole.

The feeling was beyond exquisite.

Her mouth was warm and moist, and her lips at the base just made me feel… alive, maybe? I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling.

She stayed like that for just a moment, then slowly began moving her head up and down. The feeling of her lips moving ever so slowly up and down my cock was almost teasing in a way. Slow, deliberate, like she had all the time in the world, like she actually enjoyed this.

Then a new sensation joined in.

Her tongue.

Holy shit. Her tongue.

It had felt so good when we had been French kissing, but this was magnitudes better. It glid up and down with her lips, curled around my shaft and making kind of like a little half-blanket or something.

I closed my eyes, not wanting this to ever end.

Michelle kept up her ministrations for a few more minutes, and then she sat up. Without a word, she pulled off her hoodie, then reached around and undid her bra, flinging it unceremoniously on the ground. “There,” she stated. “The girls wanted to come out.”

It’s probably safe to say I was entranced.

Of course I’ve seen breasts before, but on porn sites or in the sporadic magazine passed around the gym locker room back in the day.

But Michelle’s?

They were real. And right there, not on the screen. She saw me looking.

“You wanna play with them?” She didn’t actually wait for an answer, just took my hands and placed them on her lovely boobs. Without a word she showed me how to squeeze them, knead them, and fondle them the way she liked. Her breasts were amazingly soft, not surprisingly, but the silky feeling and the sheer volume of them was erotic beyond words.

I had seen something in the videos I watched, and I wanted to try it out. I leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. It was slightly hard, yet still soft in my mouth I flicked it with my tongue. It had the desired effect. Michelle grabbed my head and held it in place. “Fuck, yes. Joe, that’s so good.”

I alternated between her breasts, lovingly licking, sucking and squeezing. Judging by Michelle’s moans, I guess Pornhub had come in handy after all.

After a few minutes, Michelle gently pushed me back. She looked into my eyes.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she whispered.

Who was I to argue?

I kicked off my pants and boxers from around my ankles, and Michelle quickly shimmied out of her pants and underwear. I got a quick glimpse of her pussy hair before she grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom.

I’ll spare you the details of the room.

Her bed was slightly smaller than mine, maybe a twin. Judging by the size of the room, I guess that was about all that could fit.

She led me to the bed and sat down, then scooted back so her back was leaned up against the headboard. I sat down and she opened her legs slightly, rubbing a hand up and down her vulva.

“Wanna learn how to eat pussy?” she asked coyly.

Fuck yes.

I had seen this about a million times on porn sited, and something about the woman’s moans always got me extra hard. I lay down on the bed and scooted between her legs, and she drew her knees up to give me more room.

I got my first in-person look at a real pussy.

This was way better than Pornhub.

I stared intently for a good, long time, taking in as much detail as I could. Her pussy was bare, with just a bit of trimmed hair at the top. She continued to rub herself, moving her hand so she spread her lips for me. Beyond them was a pink layer, her inner sanctum. I noticed that there was a bit of moisture on her labia, and also her fingers. A scent reached my nose, and I breathed it in. It was a musky aroma; unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I breathed deeper.

“Mm,” came Michelle’s voice. “Girls love it when you enjoy our smell. Means you’re turned on.”

I nodded and licked my lips. This elicited a happy smile from Michelle.

“You wanna taste me, don’t you? Go ahead. I’ll show you what to do.”

I leaned in, Michelle moved her hand back, and I stuck out my tongue and made contact.

Some experiences will live with you forever.

This was one of them.

Michelle’s taste was superlative. I know that part of me thought so because I was super turned on, but I can honestly say this was the truth. Unless you’ve tasted pussy, you won’t truly understand what it tastes like.

A bit of sweat, maybe. Skin, for sure. But beyond that, a wet, a bit coppery maybe.

But mixed with her scent it was one of the best things I’ve ever tasted.

I licked again, a slower one this time, up one of her labia. I wanted this to last.

Michelle shuddered. “Fuck, Joe. That feels so good. I love it slow.”

This is an account of my first time with a working girl.

My first time paying for sex came from an Asian massage parlor. It’s an experience I will never forget.

At the time, in Rhode Island, prostitution was technically legal behind closed doors, between two people. This ordinance was meant to cut down on streetwalkers and pimps, though I’m not honestly sure if the small state had any. Anyways, this loophole led to a very high amount of Asian Massage Parlors (or AMPs), and a high Asian population.

I had researched these places online. I found one that everyone agreed was like the Cadillac of parlors. It was called Central Health. Looking on the new google feature, streetview, I could see the building. It was brick, almost fortress like. I remember thinking it would be a great place to bunker in during a zombie apocalypse. There was a small sign that confirmed the name.

Friday, after work, I finally got the nerve to go. I had disposable income and had not been laid in almost two years, from a college relationship that fell apart after graduation. My life was on track, I had an apartment, good credit, a paid off car, and income. Student loans out the ass but, eh, nothing’s perfect. I decided, I deserved some pussy.

I put the address into my cigarette lighter powered gps. No smartphones back then, which meant if I got there and it was closed, I had no internet to search for other places. Unlike google maps, an old school TomTom could not identify businesses, and even if it did, this place didn’t strike me as a place that wanted to be on a list.

The drive was short in mileage but felt like an eternity. I was having doubts. What if she’s an old hag, what if I can’t perform, what if this is a sting or the place gets busted? I almost turned around.

But…. pussy. I soldiered on.

I made the turn onto the sidestreet. It wasn’t far from a rowdy strip club and a classic ghetto neighborhood of subsidized apartments. Must be the place! The front was fenced off but the sign said “Parking in Rear.” Heh. Hehehehe. I bet.

Around the corner was a creepy mechanic. Less Scooby Doo creepy and more….. Deliverance creepy. I swear the mechanics leaned on the cars, scratching their beer bellies, watching customers. If that place wasn’t a chop shop or a front, I don’t know what is. I certainly did not add it to my list of certifiable automobile repairmen. Normally I would be scared out of my mind if they got my plate, were calling the cops, video taping me….

But… pussy.

As soon as I parked, a light came on above the door and it cracked open. I got out, got my GPS and put it in my pocket (very expensive in those days) and double locked my shitty Honda Civic. Any car is a good one to steal for a crackhead, or, like, Tommy Vercetti or something. I walked up the stairs. A super old, super short, super pruny Asian grandma opened the door.

I had done my research. This wasn’t a massage girl. This was the mama-san, that ran the house. Her job was to welcome customers and bring order to chaos. She welcomed me in and went to the desk after locking the door. Next to the lock was a sticker “We support Rhode Island State Troopers.” Sure you do. The entrance was nice. New hardwood floors and walls, new desk, new furniture. The ceiling was huge because this was clearly an abandoned factory renovated into lofts then renovated into a massage parlor.

“First time?”

“Uh, yes.” I had been told online to lie about this, but I was bad at lying. I decided to play it honest. I had a baby face and looked as much like a cop as a kid in a halloween costume would. She smiled a gummy smile and said.

“60 dollars.” I handed her a C-note, the ATM had given me two hundreds. She gave me 40 back and called out.

“Yoyo!” The fuck does that mean. escort tuzla Were they going to tie me up with yoyos and have their way with me?! I heard in the next room a repeated click clack sound that sounded like when strippers clap their clear heals together on stage (I was intimately familiar). The door to the main room opened up and a beautiful, tall, bikini wearing Asian woman opened it. She was wearing stripper clear heels, I was right, along with a teal sequin bikini.

I know I am exaggerating because I was sex starved, and the lighting was intentionally down, and she had makeup to the 9s, but to me she looked like a K-pop girl. She was tall, leggy, with a perfect body and big boobs. Her face was very much like a Girls Generation singer and as said, was coated in whore makeup like blue eyeshadow and sparkly eyelashes. She smiled.

“Hi. My name Yoyo. You want massage?” Oh that makes sense. She extended her hand and led me through the main room. It was huge, with the same redone hardwood floors, a line of shower rooms against one wall and a line of small office looking rooms on the other. There was a short wall separating the two sides, and on it was a plastic sign that said “Please. We do not offer sex.” Sure you don’t.

“Table shower?” She asked. I said yes. I didn’t know what it meant. She let me to a room with a number on it. Inside was the massage room with the table, various lotions, a heater (it was October), a standing light, and towels on shelves. She handed me a clear purse and a towel.

“You undress. Put things in here.” I got it. Keep my possessions with me. Where were we going? Whatever. She left and I undressed. I wrapped one towel around myself and put my phone, wallet and gps in the bag.

I heard her coming back a mile away. Her clear heels on hardwood was deafening. She opened the door and smiled at me.

“Sauna, honey?”

“Sure.” I had read online they had a sauna. She took me by the hand like a lover to the other side of the large main room. There was a glass door professional looking gym sauna, with wood bench seats, multiple levels, and hot rocks. It actually looked expensive, this place truly was the Cadillac of spas and I had no frame of reference to judge it by. She opened the door and I stepped in, then she walked away.

I sat in the sauna for five, six minutes. It felt great. I still couldn’t believe such a beautiful woman was about to have sex with me, for money. It was a dream come true. Was she an indentured servant? Absolutely. But all Asians that come to America are: massage parlor girls, nail and hair salon girls, maids, Chinese food waitresses. Trust me, the girls fucking the husbands in massage parlors had it better than the nail parlor girls dealing with rich spoiled wives. Two sides of the same coin.

Yoyo came back and again took me by the hand to the shower. It was a full tile shower room with a leather bench at waist height and a large sink. Inside the sink was a shower head with a long line. Table shower. I think I get it? Ok I really don’t.

“Up here honey. Lie down.” She patted the bench, instructing me clearly to lie down on it. God bless this woman. She took my towel and hung it on a hook, along with my bag of stuff.

I laid face down. She started the water and tested the temperature. She sprayed my foot.

“Good?” She meant temperature.

“Good, yes.” She proceeded to spray me down, and use a bucket to pour a small waterfall of hot water over me several times. Man, this felt good. Almost worth it just for the shower. Why would rich people ever bathe themselves? If I was rich I’d never drown in a bathtub because there would always be a babe in there to bathe me, like Eddie Murphy in Coming To America.

Yoyo then soaped up her hands istanbul escort bayan and lathered me up. It felt great as well, so slick. She even went down my asscrack to make sure I was squeeeeeeeaky clean. After that, another waterfall rinse.

“Turn over, honey.” I rotated, she got a pillow wrapped in a towel from under the table and put it under my head. I was totally exposed in this position but she was not shy. Second verse, same as the first. She lathered up my front, paying special attention to my dick and balls to make sure they were clean. I wonder why she cared so much. After another rinse, she got a towel and dried off my front. She then instructed me to stand up. I did so and she toweled me down head to toe. Again, why doesn’t everyone do this?

She wrapped the towel around me and then hugged me. Unexpected but a nice gesture.

“How old you are?” I knew this question was coming. I was 24 but looked 16. Babyface gene. Meant I would age gracefully, at least. Some guys I knew in high school could buy beer without being ID’d because they looked 40 at 16. They were in for a rough ride.

“I’m 24.”

“Oh. You look so young, honey! You so cute!”

“Thanks. You’re so beautiful.” Ah, awkward 20s. I had played it mostly cool until then. She smiled at me.

“Thank you, baby.” She took me by the hand and brought me back to the room, handing me my things on the way. Halfway there, she spanked me lightly over the towel, and laughed. She knew what we were gonna do. It. We were gonna do it.

Back in the room I laid down on the table. Yoyo took and folded my towel, turned the radio to a light rock station, and dimmed the lights. She crawled on the table and started the massage. I had heard this ranged in quality from OK to phoning it in. I was surprised that this massage felt great! She used good pressure, worked the neck, shoulders, back, legs, even hands and feet.

“Where you from?”

“Massachusetts.”

“Oooooooh.” The conversation stopped for a bit.

“You?”

“Korea.”

“Oh. North or South?” Smooth, Mike. Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeal real real real smooth. Just to prove you know Korea is two countries you just had to ask a question with such an obvious fucking answer. I went red in the face, but she couldn’t see.

“South. You know Korea! You sound smart.” Well I guess that impressed her. Maybe just the fact I even asked about her was what impressed her.

She went back to the massage. At one point, she gave my butt a light spank. I lifted my head to look at her. She was smiling that hooker smile like “Looking for a good time, Sailor?” I wanted to turn over and ask her to sit on my cock, but I chose to exercise patience. She got the idea and continued the massage. After massaging every body part, she started what I called the “soft touch.” She dragged her fingertips across my back, shoulders and neck with a feather-like touch in random patterns. It got me hard with the teasing nature. She it happened. She leaned in to my ear and whispered so low it could be mistaken for my imagination:

“Do you want….. extra?”

To me, this was one of the most pivotal moments in my life. It started me on my mongering lifestyle that would include paying hundreds of women for sex, from massage parlor girls to pornstars.

For her, it was a Tuesday.

“Sure. How much?” I said a little too excited. I turned over to face her. She smiled and held a finger to her lips to say either “Be quiet” or “It’s our secret.”

“140, honey.”

“Ok.” She immediately took off her bra to expose her man-made titties. They were beautiful. She bent over and slipped off her thong. She had a perfect V shaped trimmed bush, as black as the hair on her head. I loved bush from old playboys, I was glad to see grass on the field. She escort erenköy got up on the table over me and rubbed her tits on my chest, on my face, then back down to my dick. I didn’t need more teasing, but it felt good. She then licked my balls slowly and sensually. She loved to tease, or at least, was trained to appear so. She then took a condom out of nowhere and put it in her mouth in an O-face, making her look like a sex doll. She proceeded this by deepthroating my cock in one swift movement, and rolled the condom down to the hilt with her lips. Well, this wasn’t her first rodeo.

I know most guys hate or will even just not bother with a CBJ, covered blowjob. But man Yoyo could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. The sucking action she gave me was the Gold Standard of suckjobs. Even with the condom it felt amazing.

She blew me for one song length. When the next song started, she climbed on top of me and without hesitation, fucked me. She sat on my cock and started riding it, moaning low and sexy the entire time. It felt amazing. It was my Asian pussy, and wouldn’t be the last! I almost blew early, so I requested she go on the bottom so I could exit and delay my release. She got off my cock and I got up to stand, she assumed a doggy position and pointed at her ass with her thumb; the universal “get on” symbol. I climbed onto the table on my knees and entered her from behind. We got into a rhythm of pushing and pulling away from one another that increased in tempo until our bodies were slapping against each other hard. So hard, the flesh on flesh sounds could easily be heard above the soft rock by any other patrons, along with her no longer subtle moans of pleasure. Whether she was faking it or not, I didn’t care.

Right before I came, I asked her to turn over. I wanted to see her face. She laid on her back and I mounted her missionary style. As I pumped away at her, I kissed her neck and cheek.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you honey. Cum for me baby.” And I did. I filled the condom to the brink and laid on top of her enjoying the euphoria. Yoyo reached down and held the lip of the rubber as I exited, then pulled it off and disposed of it. I laid down on the table.

“Good job, honey. You fuck me so good.” She put her bikini back on and left. She came back with a hot towel and a bottle of water. She gave me the bottle which I drank as she washed off my cock.

Afterwards, she sat down on a stool at the head of the table and gave me a scalp massage. She asked me about my work. I told her I was an engineer, but it probably wasn’t in her English vocabulary. She acted impressed regardless. The hour was up, she helped me get dressed. By helped I mean she put on every piece of my clothing from my underwear to my belt, by hand, like a dutiful wife. I reached into my pants for my wallet and gave her the 140. Money well spent.

She walked me to the door and even waved me goodbye as I drove out. I saw Yoyo several more times, until eventually she got enough money and returned to Korea. Of course I had dreams of making this woman my wife, it’s a natural reaction for men to fall in love with hookers. But it was just fantasy.

Over the years I saw several Asian girls at that parlor. Some good, some terrible, but none ever really compared to Yoyo. It’s true what they say. The first girl you pay for sex, you never love a woman quite as much as that ever again. Or something like that.

Sadly, about a decade later, the city cracked down on the parlors and Central Health closed for good. It’s a glass art studio now, run by some faggot artist. He ruined heaven on Earth. I hope he chokes on that glass. Really the city is to blame, especially the corrupt politicians. They were frequent customers but when November rolled around, they cracked down with raids, arresting the girls for “practicing massage without a license.” As if it was a fucking medical degree. What a crock of shit.

But the memories of that place, I hold deep in my perverted, disgusting, cynical heart. I’ll always remember Yoyo. I really did want extra.

CHAPTER 7

Zayne watches as little Cherry gets her ass eaten by Captain Jefford. Hellman shoves him aside, cursing quietly, “Get the fuck out of my way, Zayne!” Hellman stares inside the room as Captain Hefford stretches open her pussy while he licks her tight asshole. Hellman licks his lips dreaming of tasting Cherry’s pussy as he jerks his cock. Captain Jefford spreads her ass cheeks open and spits into her asshole.

Below deck, Mr. Graham awakes inside a jail cell, with human bones scattered across the floor. “Cherry?!” he screams at the top of his lungs. He bangs on the bars and shakes the door as hard as he can. He grabs one of the bones off the floor then walks back over to the bed. He hits the ceiling repeatedly.

Captain Jefford hears the thumping and stops rubbing his dick on Cherry’s asshole. Hellman groans. Ewan asks quietly, “Is that the caretaker?” Zayne listens as the sound continues, then says, “We better get down there before The Captain kills one of us.” The three men make their way quickly out of the hallway and down below the deck of the ship.

“Did you hear that?” Cherry asks Captain Jefford, who’s already getting up. He puts on his clothes quickly. “I’ll be right back, love. There must be a problem with the cargo. Pour yourself another glass of wine.” he says, and then exits the room. She stands up and walks over to the dresser where a bottle of wine and two goblets sit placed all together. She fills both glasses then picks one up and finishes it. She pours herself another.

Captain Jefford, still fastening his pants, speeds across the deck to meet his shipmates. Zayne stands amongst them, thinking. Captain Jefford fumes, dashing down the wooden staircase, “I never told any of you to knock him unconscious! What story am I to tell escort bostancı him?” Zayne catches up to walk beside him. He whispers to the Captain, “I have an idea.”

Mr. Graham screams Cherry’s name repeatedly. Captain Jefford puts on his best performance, dashes over to the jail cell, and unlocks it. “Mr. Graham! How atrocious what this man has done to you! He will be dealt with properly!” Zayne steps out from behind the Captain holding a sacrificial shipmate who they beat up for added dramatics. “This man took it upon himself to attack you. He will be given a traitor’s death.”

Captain Jefford hugs Mr. Graham, “Why don’t you go and see Cherry? She’s been asleep for a while.” Zayne, Ewan, and Hellman all look at the Captain. Mr. Graham spits at the shipmate, then shouts, “Had you been in England, you would be hanged!” The Captain ushers Mr. Graham up the wooden staircase. Zayne, Hellman, and Ewan follow close behind.

Captain Jefford assists Mr. Graham up the staircase to Cherry’s quarters. Cherry lies naked in the bed, drinking wine while rubbing her clit. “Cherry, darling? Are you awake in there?” She sits up at the sound of Mr. Graham’s voice. She puts the wine glass down beside the bottle then grabs her robe off the floor and puts it on. She fixes herself and the bed.

There’s a knock at the door, and she walks over to it and opens it. Mr. Graham is standing with Captain Jefford. She stares at them both. The Captain smiles at her. Mr. Graham hugs Cherry tightly, “I was attacked!” Cherry pulls away, “What?!”

The Captain grabs her cheek. “Rest easy, my dear. The man that has done this will be punished in the morning. No one will harm you.” He strokes her hair and she blushes. Mr. Graham interrupts, “Yes, escort bayan istanbul well, I will be staying with Miss Duncan tonight.” She looks at Captain Jefford, heartbroken.

“That would be wise,” Captain Jefford bows his head at Mr. Graham, then adds, “Good night, Sir. And Miss Duncan.” Captain Jefford closes the door and leaves them alone. He walks over to Zayne and whispers, “Follow me.” Captain Jefford and Zayne walk across the deck to the entrance of secret hallway. Ewan follows and Zayne says to him, “Keep watch.”

Zayne and Captain Jefford silently make their way through the secret hallway to Cherry’s quarters. Her soothing voice can be heard along with Mr. Graham’s chuckle. The men can now see the light from the room shining out from the hole in the wall, illuminating the hallway. The Captain walks up to the hole and peers through. Cherry and Mr. Graham are sitting side by side on the bed.

Mr. Graham regards the slightly damp and messy bed sheets. “Having a nightmare, were ye’?” Cherry, caught off guard, lies badly, “I was just- Uh- Yes, a nightmare.” Mr. Graham smiles. His mind immediately thinks of Cherry stuffing as many of her fingers as she can into her baby pussy.

He controls his perverted face. After a moment he says, “You must be very tired. I’ll put out the lights and we can rest for our day tomorrow.” He stands from the bed and walks over to the candle beside the dresser with the wine bottle and two wine glasses. He asks, pointing to the bottle: “I know you’re a bit young, but will you join me? I could use a drink.” She smiles, “Yes, I will.”

Zayne stares inside the room as Mr. Graham hands Cherry a full glass of wine. They drink the wine together, chatting quietly. “Do you think he’ll fuck her?” Zayne whispers escort beykoz to Captain Jefford, who shakes his head. He responds, “But he wants to.” Zayne watches as Mr. Graham blows out the candles in the room.

Mr. Graham sits down next to Cherry. “Are you afraid of this ship? Because if you are we can get off at the next port.” She shakes her head. “I feel quite side, despite that man who hurt you.” He puts his hand on her lap beside to her pussy, almost able to feel one of her lips with his thumb, Don’t you worry your pretty head about that.”

Captain Jefford nods, “That’s all I needed to hear.” He walks away. Zayne turns to him, confused. “What if something happens?” Captain Jefford whispers, “That’s why you’re going to watch her.”

Mr. Graham checks his watch. “The sun will rise soon. We should rest. I’ll sleep on the floor.” Cherry shifts over in the bed. “Nonsense. There is plenty of space for I only take up a small corner.” Mr. Graham without further question walks over to the other side of the bed and lies down.

Zayne watches Cherry get under the covers. She lies on her side facing the opposite way of Mr. Graham, who stares at the back of her head. He shifts, his fat body forcing Cherry to slide across the mattress towards him. Her very short robe rides up over her thighs and her ass, and she yanks it back down. He can feel her warmth near his cock but doesn’t dare push forward.

He waits impatiently until he hears her breathing deeply, far into her dream cycle. She’s moved around a bit, now lying on her back with her legs spread. He slowly pulls down the blanket to see Cherry’s pussy. The robe has gathered behind her and is nearly undone. He stares at her nipples escaping, then pulls open the robe to salivate over her teenage tits.

“What was in that wine?” he thought, but then disregarded quickly due to his newfound present luck. He looks out the window to see a bit of sunlight, reckoning an hour or two for some pussy. He turns back to her, overwhelmed with where to touch first. He decides on her little pussy hole.

Harold had a busy week.

It was his introduction at the university. During the day at the faculty of medicine and in the evenings at his students’ club and in the students’ home where he had found a room and needed to meet his fellow inhabitants.

His parents had agreed that he moved out from their house, to go and live on his own in a students’ accommodation.

The removal was foreseen for the week after.

It was a stressful week, so he was happy to present himself at Annie’s house on Saturday morning for a few hours of female care.

He had bought a large bunch of flowers and a box of chocolates for his hosts.

Annie and Emmy received him warmly. They first sat together in the lounge over a coffee and both women were keen to hear from Harold what his first experiences at university had been.

As nurse and as midwife they were more than average interested in his choice of medicine as studies.

The women were clearly comfortable with having a man in their house.

Suddenly there was the faint sound of a baby crying. Emmy stood up and left the room. She came back with little Derek in her arms. She put him on Harold’s lap, where he kept looking at Harold’s face with his big eyes.

“Shall I feed him or will you?” she asked Annie.

Annie replied, “I will, I feel I have a lot of milk this morning, my breasts are chock-full and leaking already.”

“Mine too,” Emmy replied, “but OK, you do it. Stay where you are, on the couch.”

Annie unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Her huge breasts were contained by a black bra that was clearly under great strain.

“Wait,” Emmy said. She disappeared and came back with two large towels.

Anny put one of them on her lap and unfastened her bra. The two breasts sprang free. Milk dripping from the swollen nipples.

Emmy took Derek off Harold’s lap and placed him on Annie’s lap. The child at once grasped the huge breast it was offered and started to suck vigorously.

Annie stroked the child over his head and closed her eyes. “Oh, that is good,” she almost moaned.

Milk kept dripping from her other breast and Emmy went to fetch another towel. Annie applied it to the leaking nipple.

“No,” she anxiously said, “that won’t do.”

Emmy understood at once and disappeared to come back with a breast pump. Annie bared the leaking nipple, and Emmy applied the cup over the nipple and switched on the pump. It sucked itself onto the breast and a jet of milk started to

spray into the cup. Soon the first milk appeared in the attached bottle.

Annie sighed of relief.

She excused herself to Harold for the diversion, but he reassured her that he did not mind. In fact, he enjoyed the spectacle; it actually aroused him greatly.

Emmy got him another coffee and sat next to him on the arm rest of his lounge chair. They both watched Annie feeding.

The rhythmic expansion of the nipple by the suction of the breast pump was visible through the transparent cup.

The sound of the child’s sucking mixed with the soft purring of the pump and Annie’s sighing.

Harold could do nothing to prevent his masculinity manifesting itself in a growing erection. A telltale bulge started to stretch the front of his pants.

Impossible escort kartal to hide before Annie and Emmy…

Annie looked at Emmy tellingly.

Suddenly Emmy laid her hand on his upper leg.

Harold looked up and saw her smiling face and above all her eyes. They were full of unmistaken lust.

He felt arousal warming up his body and he kept looking at her.

Emmy lay her arm around his shoulder, leaned over and started kissing him on the mouth. Their tongues found each other.

She slid off the arm rest on her knees in front of him and reached for his fly. He helped her unbutton it and take down his pants and slip so that his large penis sprang free and stood up in a proud erection.

Emmy clasped it with one hand and with the other she grasped his scrotum.

She looked admiringly at the head of the penis. “It’s so huge,” she said with a hoarse voice, “you’re a real stallion! Annie is right. She told me about the size of the penises of the studs at her parents’ farm.”

Harold felt his penis becoming even more tense in her grip.

Then Emmy took the glans into her mouth.

He gasped and felt all muscles in his lower body contract. He felt horny like never before.

She spat on the glans and moved her mouth up and down over it.

Meanwhile she looked up at Harold’s face to see his reactions.

His face had contracted into a grimace.

“Please, please, Emmy, go on, don’t stop, please!” he moaned imploringly.

“Help him, Emmy, do it,” came Annie’s voice. She had been following closely Harold’s suffering.

“Prepare yourself Harold, she is devilish good at it,” she warned.

Emmy released the penis and stood up. Before his eyes she took off her summer dress and then unfastened her bra. Revealing her breasts with their amazingly long nipples.

“Promise me to take me after this, I want to feel your cock in my cunt,” she said, “will you be strong enough after I first suck you?”

Harold nodded vehemently and again moaned, “Yes Emmy, yes, finish me now, please!”

Emmy took a cushion, threw it on the floor and knelt down on it.

She grasped his penis again and started licking it from below all the way up to the glans as if it were a lollypop.

Harold lay back and moaned.

After a few licks she suddenly took the entire glans in her mouth and started to tickle the frenulum with the tip of her tongue.

Harold’s lower body began to shake.

“Please, please, suck it, finish me, Emmy!” he implored.

He reached down to feel her long nipples. They were erect and hard, and he took them between his thumbs and forefingers. When he rolled them gently, it was Emmy’s turn to moan approvingly.

“Finish him Emmy,” Annie said, “he is suffering, can’t you see?”

Emmy moaned in recognition and started to suck and move her head up and down. Every upward movement caused an added suction in her mouth. Saliva dripped on the floor and edge of the chair.

It was the way she sucked…when he came it felt as if his life was sucked out of him.

His orgasm was vehement, and it took a long time before his ejaculation subsided. She swallowed the semen after each pumping spasm.

When it was over he stayed immobile bayan escort for a while, leaning back into the lounge chair. Eyes closed and panting.

Emmy held his penis in her mouth for a while, but she had stopped sucking.

“Was it good?” she asked, when she finally let go of the weakening member. She looked up at Harold.

“I thought I’d die,” he said, “that was heavy!”

I told you, it’s one of Emmy’s specialties,” Annie’s voice said, “she can fell any man with her blowjobs!”

Emmy stood up, took a towel and wiped her mouth and then Harold’s penis. “Still so big,” she smiled.

She took Harold’s cheek in her hand and lifted his head.

“You know what you promised me don’t you? I feel horny like hell. Ready when you are. First make sure that you are strong enough for me!”

Harold looked at her. He caressed her long nipples with his thumbs and index fingers.

“You’re so damned sexy Emmy.” he said, “yes I will be ready for you shortly, ready to fuck you, promise!”

His coarseness surprised him, but she was not in the least offended. To the contrary.

“You’d better!” she said in a mockingly threatening voice, “or I’ll drag you to where I want you!”

Emmy turned to Annie.

“Is he still hungry, still drinking?” She pointed at little Derek.

“Yes, and I still have milk on both sides.” Annie replied.

“I will take over,” Emmy said.

She took Derek from Annie and sat down in the lounge chair with the child and allowed him to latch on.

She and Annie then exchanged a knowing glance.

“Harold!” Emmy said.

“Yes?”

“Why don’t you let Annie take care of you whilst you are recovering for…well you know what!”

It was more an order than a question.

Annie just smiled and looked at Harold imploringly.

She stayed seated on the couch and with a simple gesture invited Harold to come and sit next to her. Her large breasts swaying gently as she moved.

Harold obliged and once seated she pulled him over so that his head came to lie in her lap.

He at once understood what she wanted.

She took one of her breasts and offered it to him with her hand. The nipple was invitingly erect and moist from the previous nursing.

He closed his lips around the nipple and milk sprayed into his mouth.

He felt Annie’s body reacting with a shudder and he heard her sighing.

He was overcome by a delightful feeling of peace. Annie’s upper legs and belly were very warm and soft, and he marvelled at the sight of the huge breast before his eyes. His hands started to wander all over her warm soft body. She smelled deliciously motherly.

Annie stroked his hair with one hand and with her other hand reached for his penis. It was still flaccid, but under her gentle massaging it started to grow.

“Have to make you strong again, get you ready again for Emmy,” she whispered.

A quarter of an hour later Emmy had finished feeding little Derek and had gone to put him to bed.

When she appeared again, she came straight up to Annie and Harold. She was naked.

She took Harold’s penis from Annie’s hand. It was fully erect again and of impressive size. Blue veins bulged out of the pink skin, the swollen glans was tense, pre-cum escort maltepe oozing out of its little mouth.

“I know, I know you want him,” Annie laughed at Emmy and then looked tenderly at the grown-up male clinging to her breast.

Harold released the nipple and looked up at Emmy.

Her mixed ancestry had given her exotic facial features that contributed to her titillating sex appeal.

She was impressive as a female, with her fierce black eyes, broad hips, her full head of black curly hair and her pointed breasts with nipples like animal teats. A small triangle of dark pubic hair under her shapely belly.

She looked so natural and pure, so primeval feminine.

Harold particularly loved her round soft belly. He found it extremely sexy.

“This is perhaps what Eve looked like in paradise,” he thought.

She also looked as if she would not take no for an answer!

“I feel fucking horny now!” Emmy said with a hoarse voice, “I need a good and hard fuck. It’s that simple!”

Annie laughed and squeezed Harold’s balls. “Duty calls my man!”

Harold did not need any encouragement now that he had seen the desire in Emmy’s eyes. She might be horny perhaps, he certainly was!

Emmy did not waste any time. She positioned herself in front of the lounge chair, supporting herself with her hands on the arm rests. Her legs wide apart, presenting her bottom to the male who was going to fuck her.

Harold understood at once what she wished.

He positioned himself behind her and clasped her by the hips.

His tense penis now dangled between her thighs.

Emmy reached out and grasped the penis and directed the tip towards her waiting vulva.

Harold helped her by leaning forward.

When he felt the glans touching what felt like a warm cushion, he instinctively pushed his penis forward. Guided by her hand it slid into Emmy’s vagina effortless. She was sopping wet.

She pushed backwards and wriggled a few times to fully accommodate the large penis. Gasping as it stretched her vagina. It eventually almost reached her uterus.

Both she and Harold were now so excited that their further movements occurred instinctively. Like two animals mating.

Only Annie, as a witness, had a clear recollections of what happened next.

Nature fully took over and there was a vigorous and noisy copulation ending in intense climaxes.

Emmy and Harold found themselves afterwards collapsed in the large lounge chair, he on top of her, with his arms around her. Panting from the exertion.

When they had come to their senses, Emmy crept from underneath Harold, she stretched her arms above her head and shook her hair.

Then she wiped away the semen that seeped out of her vagina with the towel that Annie threw her.

Emmy slapped Harold on his bottom and said, “That is what I needed! That is how I want it!”

Harold, in an impulse knelt before her, fetched her by her hips and kissed her on her silky soft belly. She liked it and pressed his head into her belly.

He pulled his head back to look up at her. “So beautiful!” he said.

Emmy smiled and pressed his head back into her belly. “Silly boy,” she said, but she enjoyed his youthful adulation.

Suddenly Harold felt hands on both shoulders. He looked back upwards and there was Annie.

“How about a rest and a bite now and then I want you for me. I need it too” she said, and she stroked him affectionately over his head. Her huge breasts dangling over his head.

(to be continued)

Discovered My Submissive Side Ch 8

I have a big personality, particularly by most Asian standards. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m a Leo, very independent and extremely outgoing. Most would not associate Asian culture with words like “outgoing”, as it tends towards a more balanced harmonious approach. In Japan, there is an expression that says the nail that sticks out gets hammered down. That sums up the culture very well. Then there is me. I knew early on that I wanted to reside in the U.S.. Simply put, I fit in better with the American culture of independence and adventure. And I always had a heightened attraction to white men – so much so that I routinely went to night clubs when I first arrived and went home with the hottest guy I could find. The anonymity of being in a big city, full of tremendous opportunity, was such a thrill and there was nowhere more anonymous than a San Francisco night club – roaming hands on the dance floor, being led to the dark corner of the room and the unmistakable vibe of hunter and hunted.

Now that I’m in my mid-40s, I thought my wild days were behind me. Marriage, a career in healthcare and adult responsibilities took center stage and left me both busy and sexually unfulfilled. That all changed when I met Linda and Doug. They lit a fire in me, brought me back to my early 20s, only this time it was like my 20s on steroids. I was fully prepared to embrace my desires and see where it takes me.

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It’s been two weeks since the company retreat at Linda’s lake house and I’ve heard nothing from my boss. I’m beginning to worry. Did I do something wrong? Reflecting back on the weekend, I don’t believe so. In fact, the weekend was glorious. I have never been so thoroughly satisfied in all my life. What’s even worse than the anxiety related to no communication is the lack of any physical contact. Linda and her gorgeous husband, Doug, woke something up inside of me and now I can’t stop thinking about it.

When I returned home from the retreat late Sunday afternoon, my husband was waiting for me in the family run.

“Hi, honey,” he said with more enthusiasm than I needed. “How was the offsite?”

I couldn’t tell him that no other colleagues showed up and I was the only item on the menu. Nor could I tell him how much I enjoyed being repeatedly defiled, how my body reacted to their touch and that I was exhausted from a lack of sleep. So I did what anyone would do in that situation, I avoided the truth.

“It was great. I was able to spend time with many of the executives and get to know them in a more personal level. I think it will definitely help my career,” I replied. Well, it was true, wasn’t it?

“You look a little tired, dear. Late night?” he continued.

“Yes, it was. You know how those events go, people staying up later than they should, some people over indulging. I didn’t get as much sleep as I would have liked,” I said. “I’m going to unpack, take a quick shower and change. Be right back.”

The hot water felt reinvigorating against my pale Asian skin as I stood underneath the waterfall shower head, allowing the warmth to penetrate deep into my body. After ten minutes of indulgence, I reached for the shaving cream, spread a reasonable amount over my right leg, grabbed the razor blade and began grooming. When I was satisfied that it was smooth enough, I switched legs and repeated the exercise. With both legs complete, I squirted a bit more shaving cream into the palm of my hand, rubbed my hands together to create enough foam and lathered the mound between my legs. Ever since arriving in the U.S. from Japan, I’ve kept my pussy clean shaven. There’s just something sexy about seeing myself in the mirror without the obstruction of hair that seems a bit, well, naughty.

Careful to avoid nicking my lady parts, I took my time to make sure I didn’t miss anything. I reached for the hand held shower device to rinse the remaining foam off my body. As the jet stream made contact between my legs, it inadvertently hit my clit, buckling my knees. I wasn’t expecting that! I guess I didn’t realize how sensitive I still was. After all that took place over the weekend, how could I still be horny? Rather than ponder that existential question, I chose to enjoy the moment by switching the setting to a pulsating flow.

“Ahhhh,” I moaned slightly, allowing the water to hit its mark.

“Oh, God!”I whispered careful not to attract attention from outside the bathroom.

As the water pelted my clit, my thoughts wandered back to Linda’s husband, Doug, seeing his bare chest and powerful thighs as I drove up the lake house driveway, sweaty from yard work. I recalled how he bent me over and took me from behind, thrusting so deeply that I thought he would split me in half. I wanted to feel that again now. I wanted his steel cock in my mouth, wanted to show him that I could satisfy him better than his wife could.

I sat down on the shower floor and spread my legs wide, imagining him in front of me telling me to spread escort kadiköy open so he could see my wet pussy. He continued to tease me, asking if I wanted his thick white cock.

“Yes, I want it,” I whispered barely audible, his face etched in my mind.

My hand reached between my legs to continue what the water started. My fingers began rubbing my clit as the water continued cascading over my body. I was once again in their master bedroom, Doug gripping my hips and plunging into me from behind, my pussy opening up to his harsh punishment. It felt amazing. I could almost hear his body slapping against the back of my ass. My rubbing became more frantic, more desperate, as I thought about what he did to me.

“Oh, yes! Again. I want you. I want it inside me again. Please!” I pleaded.

As my imagination relived the weekend, my body was climbing towards another orgasm. My pace quickened as I remembered how he felt just before he dumped his seed deep inside me, gripping my hips and thrusting hard as his body tensed.

“Oh, yes! More! Oh, fuck! Right there! Fuck!” I said out loud, as my hips thrust upward and my body shuddered, reaching the summit.

Just as I came, the door to the bathroom opened slightly. “Honey, are you okay! I thought I heard you yell,” my husband said.

Fortunately, the L-shaped bathroom design doesn’t afford a direct view of the shower so he couldn’t have seen me. I scrambled to my feet and cracked the shower door enough to respond.

“I’m okay I just slipped but I’m fine. I’ll be right out,” I recovered.

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I was back at work on Monday, reviewing client information, when Linda’s administrative assistant, Maria, called.

“Nari, Linda would like to see you if you have a few minutes,” she said.

“Of course,” I replied. “I’ll come right over.”

As I walked through the office hallway to Linda’s corner office, I wondered whether Linda had ever played with Maria. Linda is fond of beautiful things and Maria certainly qualifies. A petite 5’4″, Maria was of Mexican descent with dark skin, thick red lips, long flowing dark hair, a small tight ass and large breasts. In some ways, she resembled me in stature (without the big breasts) and Linda seemed to have a fetish for petite women that she could dominate. And who better to dominate than your admin who is already depended on you for a paycheck?

As I approached, Maria looked up. “You can go right in. She’s expecting you,” she said with a smile.

“Thank you, Maria,” I replied.

I noticed that the curtains were drawn as I knocked on the door and

poked my head in.

“You wanted to see me, m’am?”

“Nari! Yes, I did want to see you. Come in. Have a seat,” Linda instructed.

Being in her presence did something to me. I just couldn’t get over how stunning and powerful she was – tall, fit, blond hair, blue eyes, large firm breasts and so in command of herself in every situation. In a word, she was alluring. Walking in and sitting across the desk from her, my body immediately felt desire. It’s like it was trained like Pavlov’s dog but instead of ringing the bell and getting food, my body relaxed, became excited and wanted to be touched.

“I’m sorry I’ve been unavailable lately but I’ve been very busy. We’ve been busy. Doug and I. I’ve been preparing for next week’s board meeting and Doug is working on a major acquisition. Speaking of which, we have dinner scheduled with the owner of a significant regional beverage company on Thursday. Doug wants to buy the company but there are other bidders. He’s hoping that dinner will differentiate his offer from the others and would like you to join us. He said, and I quote, ‘having someone as hot as Nari can only help me’. Unquote. So, can you make it?” she asked.

He referred to me as hot? That sent a charge through my body.

“I, I guess I can make that work. I’ll let my husband know,” I replied.

“That’s great! Thank you,” Linda said, standing up and walking around to my side of the desk.

She stood behind me, placing her strong hands on my shoulders.

“Before you go,” she whispered, “I want to confirm that you are complying with the company dress code.”

After an early encounter with Linda, she instructed me to never wear a bra or panties to work. At first, I was embarrassed. I felt naked, believing that everyone in the office knew I had nothing on under my clothes. But over time, I became used to it and now it felt, I don’t know, sensuous, a bit slutty like I possessed a secret shared only by Linda and me.

Linda’s hands made their way down my chest, slipping under my silk blouse until they made contact with my small breasts. My nipples immediately hardened at her touch. After pinching them and rolling them between her fingers, she withdrew her hands, leaving me wanting more. I couldn’t really say anything so I didn’t.

“Lift your skirt up, Nari,” Linda commanded.

Still seated, I lifted my butt off the escort bayan chair slightly allowing enough room to pull my skirt up to my waist, revealing my Asian pussy to her. I parted my legs slightly to offer a better view.

“Ohhhh, that’s nice,” she said, as she slid her hand over my mound.

In response to her touch, I pushed my pelvis off the chair, encouraging her hand to explore further. My eyes closed expecting her to fondle me.

Instead she whispered in my ear,”I don’t have time for this now but I’ll take care of you soon.”

As she said those words, her middle finger ran the length of my slit and pushed gently inside me, teasing me ever so slightly. I gasped for more.

“Please,” I begged.

“You’ll have to wait. The next time we see you, you’ll be ready to explode,” she smiled, removing her finger from my pussy and bringing it to her mouth.

“You always taste so sweet, Nari. Just the way I like it.”

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As I walked into the restaurant, I caught a glimpse of myself in the side mirror. I almost didn’t recognize the face looking back at me. I don’t usually wear much makeup but tonight I made an exception, applying rouge, eyeliner and hot red lipstick, sprinkling a small amount of gold glitter under my eyes. I chose a black leather mini skirt over a black garter and pantyhose, a silk blouse that rubbed mercilessly against my exposed nipples and chic leather jacket. To top it off, and to give me a few inches of height, I was wearing stiletto heels.

The hostess led me to a private room in the back of the restaurant. As the French doors opened, I saw Doug and Linda engaged in conversation with a tall, blonde gentleman who appeared to be in his early 50s. As I approached, the conversation stopped as their eyes pivoted towards me. Doug was the first to speak.

“Wow! Nari, you look amazing as always!” he declared, his eyes roaming up and down my body.

Doug leaned in for a peck on the cheek and a half hug, his hand wrapping around me and landing on the small of my back. His strong touch flooded my mind with the memory of the lake house. Next Linda, leaned in for an air kiss and hug, her large breasts touching mine in the process. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra either.

As she leaned in, she whispered,”You look so hot,” her eyes full of desire as she stared back into mine.

“Nari, this is Steve Gibson, owner of Gibson Beverage. You’ve probably seen his trucks making local deliveries. His company has the exclusive distribution rights to the city. We’re hoping to buy his company and make him a wealthy man,” Doug said.

“I’m already a wealthy man, Doug. But I could always use more,” he laughed. “Very nice to meet you, Nari. I’ve heard so much about you from these two!”

Steve extended his hand to shake mine. His touch was firm, but soft. He stood 6″ tall, weighing 190 pounds, still had a full head of wavy dirty blonde hair that curled slightly in the back and had striking bright blue eyes.

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” I responded.

We settled into our seats, Doug next to me and Linda by Steve’s side, as the waiter arrived to explain the menu. With the specials in the rear view mirror, the waiter opened a bottle of white wine that Doug must have selected before I arrived.

As he went to fill my glass, I protested,”Oh, none for me please. I don’t do well with alcohol.”

“Nari, why not just have a little. We’re hoping that tonight is a celebration of friends and business partners,” Linda said. “A splash won’t hurt you, will it?”

“I guess not. I’ll have a little, please.”

“Is she always so sweet and polite,” Steve asked.

“Yes. Always,” Linda and Doug said at the same time, looking at me with wry smiles.

Dinner was full of personal stories. What was your background? How did you meet? When did you join the company? There was absolutely no shop talk, which I found amazingly refreshing. I thought they would spend all night discussing multiples, cash flow and valuations. As it turned out, it was nothing like I expected. Steve was quite charming while Doug was his typical confident, alpha male self, holding court and captivating the audience.

As the night went on, the wine continued to flow and the banter became louder. Despite the fact that I only took an occasional sip of the wine, a slight buzz took hold of me and my body relaxed. I don’t usually drink because my body doesn’t process the alcohol well, leaving me feeling sick and with the Asian glow, but tonight felt different. Maybe it was the quality of the wine. Or being in a room full of beautiful people. Or both.

At one point during the conversation, Doug was telling a story that ended in laughter for everyone. As he doubled over and leaned towards the table, I felt his hand on my thigh. He slid it up under my skirt until he reached the bare skin above my stocking. His touch sent a bolt of electricity through my body. Instinctively, I parted my legs slightly, allowing him greater access. escort ataşehir He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye as if to say “I know you want this”. Doug knew that I was prohibited from wearing anything under my dress and he was going to take advantage of that fact by teasing me. While he continued to hold court, his hand pushed further up my skirt and reached its target. I let out a slight gasp as I felt a finger tip graze over my clit. I squirmed in my chair as Doug zeroed in on his target, fearful that it would be obvious to Steve that something was happening.

Fortunately, Steve broke the tension when he pushed back his chair and announced that he had to use the restroom. As the closed behind him, Doug grabbed my hand and brought it to his crotch. He was rock hard. How could he be that hard? The whole time he was carrying the conversation he must have been thinking about me. The thought that he was focused on me hit me hard and I felt a flutter between my legs.

“Do you feel that, Nari?” he said. He leaned in. “That’s for you.”

Oh wow, I thought. I wanted him. I wanted it. Instinctively, I began rubbing my hand over the length of his shaft, feeling its warmth and strength under the fabric. My desire was increasing with each stroke.

“Someone looks happy. Or horny,” Linda interrupted.

“I’m sorry. I just…It must be the wine,” I stammered pulling my hand away.

“Don’t you worry, Nari. The night is young,” Linda smirked.

As I was about to respond, the door to the private room swung open and Steve returned.

After some more small talk, the waiter entered the room with dessert menus and an offer for coffee or an after dinner drink. After consulting his guest, Doug responded.

“I think we’re done, but thank you. Just the check. Steve, our place is not far from here, how about a nightcap before calling it an evening.”

“That sounds great to me. I’m not ready to go home yet. I’m enjoying the company!”, he replied.

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I followed Doug and Linda’s G wagon back to their place while Steve followed me in his Porsche 911. I used to think that my BMW 3 series was a slick sports car but after seeing what the titans of industry drive, I felt like I was in a used Toyota Corolla. The driveway wound to the right before bending back and dead ending in front of a magnificent home. I had visited their lake home during a ‘company retreat’ but never crossed the threshold at their primary residence. It stood three floors tall and must have been 10,000 square feet. I closed the car door and followed them into the house, passing through an entrance way until we reached a great room. Not surprisingly, the furnishings were tastefully arranged in a minimalist theme of light wood, high ceilings and glass walls. It had a very zen, stoic feel, perfect to unplug after an intense day conquering the business world.

As Doug and Steve sat across from each other, Linda summoned me.

“Nari, why don’t you and I get the boys something to drink? Scotch, okay, gentlemen?” Linda asked.

“That would be wonderful, sweetheart,” Doug answered for them.

I followed Linda into the chef’s kitchen, as Steve and Doug continued their small talk.

“Would you mind opening that bottle of wine?” Linda asked. “The opener is in the top drawer on the right.”

As I fiddled with the opener, I felt a hand gliding under my mini skirt and cupping my ass cheek. I then felt Linda’s warm breath on my cheek as she leaned into me from behind.

“I saw how turned on you were at the restaurant. Did you like rubbing my husband’s cock? By the look in your eyes, I would say so. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, could you?” Linda taunted.

Before I could answer, her hand slid up the small of my back then around to my right breast, careful to only slightly pinch my hardening nipple. I gasped as my body responded to her touch. She spun me around to face her and lowered her mouth to mine, her tongue parting my lips and twirling around the inside of my mouth. It felt wonderful, so comfortable. She knew just how to handle me. As I began to respond and return her overtures, she abruptly ended it.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night long. But we have a guest waiting in the other room. Bring them their scotch and I’ll pour two glasses of wine for us,” Linda smiled.

As we returned to the great room, my mind was still spinning, my body focused on the combination of alcohol and Linda’s touch.

“Here you are,” Linda announced. “Apologies for the delay but we got a bit distracted.” Doug smiled slightly at his wife’s comment, knowing what it means when his wife loses focus and when I’m involved.

As we toasted and clinked glasses, Steve asked me,”Nari, when did you leave Japan?”

I described my desire to live in the States, to attend art school and leave the traditional Japanese domestic role behind me, to branch out and experience something more.

“I can’t believe the nerve it must take to leave everything behind and move to a new country without speaking the language or understanding the culture. That takes incredible strength of character,” Steve continued. “Are you married? Kids?”

“Yes, I’ve been married for 10 years but we don’t have any children,” I replied.

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I thought high school was boring until I saw him leaning against his locker, chatting out with other girls. His tall lean figure was not like Ryan’s shirt-ripping muscles, but he was more attractive than him. And the worst or best part of it was, every girl in our school knew it.

I was a nerd with curly blonde hair and a knee-length chequered skirt. Neither did I have button-popping boobs and nor do I wear a mini skirt like those surrounding him. I took pride in myself in the fact that no boy in our school had ever tried to make a move on me, and that kind of made me feel rebellious.

But that day when I closed my locker and was going straight towards our classroom, for the first time in my life, Alex Standall laid his eyes on me. My skin burnt under his gaze, I could imagine his arms wrapping around me and pulling me in his chest inside a dark classroom. But in reality, he just smirked at me.

Still, it was a smirk!

I shook my head and continued my way towards our classroom. My usual seat was in the middle of two hot girls. One was blonde and the other one had silky jet-black hair. They both had short skirts, exposing their thighs. I wasn’t fat and wasn’t skinny either, but I wish I had that kind of confidence to show my body like that.

My eyes shifted towards Alex Standall who just entered the class with a stack of books in his hands. His deep blue eyes scanned the whole room and darted on me. He winked, those blue eyes shone. My cheeks flushed.

The girls next to me looked at me in disgust. He is one of the hottest guys in school and never pays attention to girls like me. So, this is the question that was running in their minds, “what the fuck is going on?”

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The bell rang and we got out of our classroom. I saw Alex walking towards the library and it was about to close. I ran up to him. My heart was beating fast and I felt a few drops of sweat bead on my forehead. I have never started a conversation with any guy before, but this time Alex gave me that courage.

I walked past the entryway and started to hover around the library. The hall was dark and no one was there except for us. Alex went to the romance novels section and I followed him. He was checking out the rows and tracing his fingers on the book covers. And the moment our eyes locked, my heart skipped a beat.

“Hey.”- He said, pointing towards me.

“Hi.”

“So..what are you doin’ here?”

“Same as you.”

“You like romance novels.”

“Yep.”

With each question, Alex was pacing closer towards me.

“So, escort ümraniye who’s your favorite author?”

“Um…Nicholas Spark. Who’s yours?”

“E.L James.”

I read Fifty Shades of Grey a year ago and I didn’t think that it was Alex’s favorite book.

“Oh.”

“Have you read it?”

By now, he was so close to me that I could feel his peppermint breath and the warmth of his body that broke through his clothes.

“Yes.”- I said my voice barely above a whisper. He nodded his head and smirked at me like earlier that morning.

“Would you enjoy experiencing the things Christian Grey did to Anastasia Steel?”

My throat felt dry now and I couldn’t speak a word. He looked so sexy just standing there making me tensed, that I forgot how to respond to his inappropriate

comments. “I don’t know.”- I managed.

“How would you? Have you ever done those things?”

“No.”

“Wanna try?”- he whispered in my ears, his arms an inch away from my waist. A deep breath sucked me in.

By now his fingers were on my skin, tracing and rubbing my bare arms. My heart was thumping too hard inside my chest that I feared it would come out any second.

“I don’t know how to start.”- I said in a raspy whisper. Alex was too close now. So close that I could feel his body heat around me. He hadn’t done anything to me yet, but I wish he would. I was ready to drop my panty.

“You don’t have to.” He said with his voice that is barely above a whisper. His hands moved to my hair, caressing and outlining my curls. “Be a good girl..” his thumb was now at the bottom of my lip. He pulled on it and moved his lips close to mine. Our bodies were touching, his lips were touching my skin. “And I will lead you all the way.”- he continued.

My whole body was giving up on him and I felt weak on my knees. I dropped my backpack. I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

I placed my hands behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His body was melting into mine, I could feel his hands behind my back, touching and grabbing everything I had back down there. Alex’s lips were locked with mine, his peppermint breath was now mixed with the smell of my chocolate milkshake. I felt myself getting wet as his tongue roamed inside my mouth. He was playful, passionate, gentle, and hot. Very, very hot.

Alex pushed me to the book stand and put his arms around my body. At that moment I didn’t smell books anymore. All that I could feel was him, his touch, his kisses, his breath, and his heartbeat.

Slowly escort istanbul his mouth moved from mine to my neck, his hands from my hips to my breasts. He continued sucking on my skin, leaving me wanting more. Meanwhile, his hands were cupping my breasts, playing with them, teasing my nipples. He ripped off my shirt and moved his lips to my tits, nibbling and licking like a little puppy.

Loud moans escaped my mouth but I did not know how to control them. I reached for his shirt and pulled it off for him. His chest felt so hard under my palms and I could also feel his thudding heartbeat. Alex Standall reaches down on me, tracing my panty liner with his expert fingers.

“Do you like it?”-he asked, looking at my eyes full of lust.

“Don’t stop”- I mouthed. Slowly and gradually he inserted his fingers inside of me and I nibbled on his ears, trying to stop myself from screaming so loud inside the empty library room. He was playing with my pussy with his fingers, pleasing me with his come hither motion inside of my vagina. My hands naturally went down his pants, touching and rubbing the hard thing.

“It is hard for me.”- I said, looking into his blue eyes.

“Grab it.”- he nibbled on my lips. I took off his pants and looked at him in the eyes.

“Take it. It’s all yours.”- there was a mixture of lust and magic in his voice so if not for his touch and kisses, I would definitely get wet by his seductive voice. He ran his fingers through my hair and pulled them back behind my head. He looked at me with his passionate eyes as I sucked him hard, giving him my first blowjob.

Before he got too close to coming, he removed himself from my mouth and pulled me up to lock his lips with mine.

“Ready for more?”- he said with a naughty boyish smirk on his face. And I, like a naughty little girl, nodded my head, “yes”- I said.

He kissed me again and this time more passionately and in a sprinting motion, he devoured me with his swollen lips. His hands wandered all over my body while his mouth doing its pretty little job. His lips were on my nipples once again and once again I was wishing him to do more than that.

He casually maneuvered his lips on the other parts of my anatomy, kissing and licking my navel. Alex reached out for the most sensitive part of my body with his tongue and I moaned loudly. He was drawing things with his tongue on my clit which I didn’t know about but surely he was driving me crazy. With a wild sensation on my skin, his tongue felt like an electric shock down there. escort göztepe And without my conscience, I was squeezing my own boobs.

As I looked down at him eating me out in the middle of the library, my whole body vibrated. There was no sound or smell I could feel, only the touch of his fingers on my inner thighs and his sloppy tongue on my little girl. Like a kid who just bought candy from the store, Alex Standall was licking my pussy, making sure he didn’t miss any part of it.

I squeezed my breasts hard as he looked up at me with his wild blue eyes.

“Don’t stop!”- I moaned.

Instinctively my hands reached down his head, stroking and grabbing his soft silky hair. “Please don’t stop!”- I screamed as he paced up his tongue on my clit, leaving me feeling like I was living in a different world with only butterflies and sensations.

“Not so fast.”

He let go of my sweet spot and pushed me to the bookshelves. He asked me to wrap my legs around his waist so that he could fuck me. In one slow and steady motion, he slid himself inside me. He looked at me with his jaw clenched as he pushed himself into my tight and virgin pussy.

The pain was mixed with a raw heavenly pleasure and it felt even better than his tongue playing with my clitoris. He trashed himself into me, slowly and gradually, and paced back and forth when I started to moan out loud. I didn’t care if I was in the library.

I just wanted him to know how good he made me feel.

“Say this is good.”- Alex whispers.

“Yeah, so good.”- I responded to him with my hands stroking his hair. I felt a different sense of excitement in my body as he started to kiss my neck and touch the bare skin on my back.

“Alex, don’t stop.”- I moaned again.

“I’m not stopping until you come.” He said and locked his lips with mine, now our tongues are battling with each other as our hands are moving aimlessly on each other’s body. And our genitals are crashing down on

each other as if they entered into some kind of competition.

The sound of slapping on skin-to-skin echoed through the empty library, making me wild.

It was a matter of moment when we both lost ourselves in the epic passion. All that I could remember was the feeling of him inside me and nothing else. The way I felt all stretched and wet down there. The way his dick filled me up and gave me pain and pleasure both at the same time. The way his tongue felt on my solid nipples.

I absorbed it all for the first time in my life. And for the first time, I was addicted to the feeling.

He hit the moment with a loud thudding sound. His pleasant growl echoed through the library. And a moment later, I could feel his warm fluid skimming down my thigh.

And then I started dreaming of the day he would make me his Anastasia Steel.

To be continued…

Everyone having sex is at least 18. This story is a work of fiction. I made it all up. Check reality at the door and enjoy it for what it is. Special thanks to goducks111 for his help and making this a better story. This story is already done, there are eight healthy parts ready for publishing.

I try to warn people about leaving reality at the door and yet they still complain that the story isn’t real enough. Those people may blow a gasket with this story. Warning: this story contains a fun plot line and lots of action without the burden of realty. The story is intertwined with sexual situations and full on sex scenes.

At the very end of Part 8, I describe an alternate ending. I look forward to your feedback. Did I make the right decision?

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Chapter 1 – Out for a walk

This is my third day hiking in Montana. I love nature and being out in the fresh air. All my equipment is ultralight and worn from my many years of camping and hiking. I have been on this trail several times but never in fall when the leaves are turning. I’m watching the colors change daily. It’s wonderful. I’m glad I took the time to hike the trail at this time of year. I should get a house out here; the Rocky Mountains are incredible.

I am 29 and retired. I made a killing day trading. I took several coordinated gambles that had compounding effects on my trades. Those effects caused the final trades to explode into profits not by a power of ten but exponentially. A massive miscalculation in my favor. In other words, I took a big risk, and it paid off huge, better than my wildest dreams. I have enough money to do just about anything forever. I like the great outdoors, hiking, fishing, and cultural events in New York.

I am heading north on a trail and being that I do this a lot, I am in fantastic shape. I’m tall, athletic, and strong from hard work. I walk at a fast pace, which means I pass everything on the trail. When I see people in front of me, I speed up. I want to know who the people are. That helps me determine if I want to share a campsite with them or not. If they are cool, I gauge how far they will walk and have a camp set up and waiting for them. If I don’t like them, I walk much faster and never see them again.

Out here, most people are friendly. I get to enjoy an evening with strangers and learn about them and what they do. That keeps it interesting for me, I like people. Everyone is unique and sees the world differently.

I see a group ahead, I speed up. Oh my, it’s all women, college-age. I don’t see any adults with them. What the hell are they doing out here alone? Between animals, other groups of men, and aggressive men who have been away from civilization too long, that just isn’t safe. I doubt they have the experience to stay safe. I may have to shadow them for their own good if they don’t want my help. I help the rangers out with stuff like this, so this isn’t my first time. It is the first time for an all-female college group. This shall be interesting. They can be elitist or just plain crazy, I need to be careful.

I quickly catch up to them. They seem very nervous with me coming from behind. They eventually stop. Each of them is holding a pocket knife. As I get closer, they see me better, and they start teasing their hair. I think I am average; women often believe otherwise. Honestly, I don’t see it. There is no famous person I look like. Having said that, I have no trouble getting dates if I want one. I am cursed with women; this isn’t the type of group I really want to spend time with. They scare the hell out of me.

I walk into their group, half are on one side of the trail, and half are on the opposite side. I walk in with my hands up. They can see I have no weapon and mean no harm.

I announce, “Just passing through. However, I have hiked thousands of miles in the Rockies, and I don’t think I have ever seen a group of cute women like you out by themselves on the trails. Lots of things go wrong out here, animals are unpredictable, and there are too many unsavory men lurking around. Do you want any help?

Half say yes and half say no. Well, that helps make my decision easier. They are as a group, confused.

I continue, “This is my fourth time hiking this trail. I flew out for this week because the trees are turning colors. This is also the start of the rainy time of year, it will slow you down and everything gets harder, like starting a fire. I don’t smell suntan lotion. You need to wear it even though you are under the trees a lot, you will burn. Did anyone bring some?”

Three girls did. I dig out my suntan lotion, and I hand it to the closest girl. Giving a gift earns trust.

I explain, “You all have had no sun this summer. I have a good tan and can live without. Worst that happens to me is a minor sunburn. You girls would be in a world of hurt. Would you like some advice?”

Many say yes.

I instruct them, “Take off your shoes and socks. I want to see your feet. You have been on the trail for three afyon escort days based on your location, I bet you haven’t done a foot check yet.”

They all sit down. I check all the feet, and sure enough, two have blisters. One is bad.

I look up at the pretty blond, “You, my dear, are close to having a major problem.”

The pretty blond scares me to death. This is my younger sister Phoebe, who I have been estranged from since she was 11. She had a friend who almost ruined my life. My parents sent me away to live with my grandparents. I haven’t seen Phoebe or my parents since. I haven’t even talked to Phoebe. Last time I saw her she was a tiny child. Now she is taller, heavier, has a massive rack of D cups with naturally blonde hair and blue eyes. The extra weight gives her lots of curves in all the right places. Only two others in the group are as cute. Why did she have to be my sister? Does she recognize me?

I can fix the blisters. I get stuff from my pack and perform the required first aid.

I explain, “Keep this baby powder and keep your feet dry. Your feet sweat, it’s common. Ok, you need to lighten your load for a few days. Someone else will need to take some of your items, or you can carry my pack and I will carry yours.”

Phebe laughs at me, “Your pack is twice the size of mine.”

I help her up, I hand her my pack, she has a big ‘O’ on her face, her eyes light up.

Phoebe asks, “Why don’t we all have packs like this?”

I chuckle, “You can’t afford it. It’s $20,000 worth of equipment. Much of it I had made for me from carbon-fiber. It’s super light. As I said, I spend a lot of time out in the wilderness, and I have deep pockets for my hobbies.”

Jane says, “We had a guide, but he had a heart attack. They life-flighted him out and left us on our own. This trip has been terrible since we started. Can we pay you to be our guide and get us home quick and safe?”

I sadly reply, “Sorry can’t do that.” They look sad. “I’m like an ambassador for the parks. I have helped dozens of groups. I don’t accept money, I have enough. You look to be in college, you need your money far worse than I do. I’ll help you. You’ll make better time now, so let’s get going so we can get you home. If the weather holds, we have three days of walking still. You’re halfway, so you might as well finish. Besides, the view is awesome!”

That is how I end up walking in Montana with twenty beautiful college girls that I later call, ‘The Twenty.’

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At sunset, we stop for the night. We walked longer than normal. All they need to do is set up their tents. I do the fire. While they are putting up their tents, I collect wood for the fire and dig a fire pit. I have a fire going quickly. No water nearby today so we are on water conservation.

Three miles up there is water, but it would have been too dark by the time we got there. I break out a solar camp light that makes it much easier to read the directions on their freeze-dried dinners. (I hang a small light solar cell on the back every morning, so it recharges.) They all have the same directions, add boiling water. I boil water and we make dinner. Mine has a heated gel that I break and causes heat. Instant dinner for me. Mine tastes better as well.

Phoebe finally asks the dreaded question, “Is your name Steve Wentman?”

I am tempted to lie. She doesn’t know me; we have not seen each other for years. Yet, that’s not fair to her.

I smile, “You finally figured it out, huh?”

Phoebe is shy now, “You aren’t what I expected.”

I am defensive, “You only heard one side of the story. There was a reason that the charges against me were dropped. They had no evidence to back up your friend Marcy’s accusation. Not one shred. Even her parents didn’t believe her.”

Speaking to the group, “I had just turned eighteen and was out with friends. I get home, and the police are there because they say I raped Phoebe’s best friend. I was arrested and spent time in jail. After six months, I was released because they don’t have any evidence and the prosecutor refuses to go to trial. Phoebe and Marcy were eleven at the time. I moved in with my grandparents until I got into college on a scholarship, I was a 4.0 student in high school and college.

“I won a small settlement from Marcy’s parents for the false accusation and spending six months in jail. While in jail, I had lots of time to think, and I started following the stock market. I noticed a perfect storm coming, I liquidated and waited for the moment. I had to time several trades precisely to have the effect I wanted, and then it hit. Bam, instant rich kid.”

Now able to smile, “I remembered enough of Phoebe’s mannerisms that I quickly realized who you are. I just didn’t want to relive that whole horrible past. But I am glad you are doing well. How odd that we run into each other way out here.”

Now they start the questions, I won’t discuss money. I am single. I like all breast sizes. aydın escort I need a girlfriend. I am above average size. I have plenty of experience. Ok, enough questions, not going into what I do in bed. I also evaded my wealth question several more times.

I ask, “Can anyone sing? Not sure if it helps but I always sing at night to keep the animals away. So far, it’s worked out well.”

I am a library of music, I love singing, I know from Sinatra to the latest hits and show tunes. It’ hard to find things everyone knows. It’s funny, but they all know classic rock. They grew up to their parents listening to it. These girls are into hip-hop, rap, country, they are all over the place. We sing Journey, Aerosmith, Rolling Stones, Billy Joel, and Sir Elton John. They know the main lyrics, I also know the backups, I assist by singing the backups. It sounds quite lovely with their high-pitched voices and then my low-pitched backup supporting.

They giggle and laugh when the words get messed up. It really didn’t matter. We quickly pass several hours. I can tell they are getting tired.

I use my dad tone, “It’s getting late. We have a long march tomorrow. Three miles from here is water. We’ll clean up there, but breakfast will be here. Don’t use all your water. Occasionally the water goes out, or people pollute it. You need water to live, so continue conserving. Now go to bed. You are all tired. Sleep well.”

I set up my tent, it’s a breeze. It’s far larger than the others as I sometimes camp with friends and we only bring one tent, mine. It can sleep four. I hang all the backpacks from the trees using a rope. I don’t want a bear taking our food if one comes our way. None reported in this area, but they are not very good at checking in with the rangers.

I am in my tent, I set it up off to a distance because I figure they will talk and giggle a lot. I want and need my sleep. I pull out my one creature comfort, a beautiful micro-fiber pillow. Due to the unseasonable weather, I lay on top of my sleeping bag in just my boxers. I am about to fall asleep when I hear my tent zipper being used.

I ask quietly, “Are you a bear?”

A naked Jenny pops her head and then body into my tent. She is giggling fiercely.

Jenny is medium height with short black hair that bounces when she walks. She has large C cup breasts that look amazing. She is pale, not much sun for her. Her skin is young and tight, not a blemish on it. She is fit like she either plays or played sports. She still works out, muscles are well toned. Bright brown eyes and a small mouth make her stunning. Her nose is small and ordinary.

Jenny embarrassing explains, “They dared me to come in here naked and see if you would fuck me.”

I am mad, “Jenny, you’re a very nice girl. They’re not very good friends if they’re asking you to do stuff like this.”

Jenny comes clean, “Ok, they dared me to steal something from you. Obviously, I can’t do that. It’s wrong to steal. Besides, you have been nice to us. I thought I’d better come over so they don’t talk someone else into it, one that would steal from you. I stripped right outside, I figured this way you might keep me in here. I want you to fuck me. You only need to stick it in me and ride me to glory. I need it bad, and I suspect you find me cute enough to use me. I understand you don’t love me; but I think you’re cute.”

I am shocked, “I can’t do that. Is that what passes for sex in college these days? That’s pathetic.”

Jenny is confused, “I don’t understand, what’s wrong with fucking?”

I am amazed, “Are you on the pill?”

She says, “Yes.”

My hands reach for her chest, her breasts are nice and plump. I find her nipples. I make like I am starting a fire, I rub the right side of the nipple away from me while the left side is towards me. Then I reverse quickly over and over. She orgasms rapidly. She wasn’t expecting that at all. She is too loud, and now the camp is silent. Time to fix that. I move down her body.

Jenny is nervous, “What are you doing?”

I don’t answer. I reach into her pussy with my tongue as wide as possible and take big licks like licking an ice cream cone. I try to get my tongue deep and touch as much of her lips as possible. She is resisting me with feigned resistance. I lap at her clit a few times, and she is frozen. I can’t tell if that was an orgasm or not. Now I use my thin beard for scratching her inner thighs, and she squeals. I narrow my tongue and use the tip to do tiny, lightning-quick, slurps.

That did it, she screams out unrestrained. As she orgasms in my arms, the flaps to my tent are flung open, and nineteen lights are on us.

I say in a whisper, “That a girl Jenny, enjoy yourself.”

I lay her down, and for sixty seconds she does random jerks of her body.

Two girls ask, “What did you do to her?”

I am honest, “Just warming her up. She wanted me to fuck her. Seems she had this notion that sex is just me sticking her, we rut ağrı escort like animals, and then I release for the finish.”

I place my body over Jenny’s. Her friends don’t need to see her naked.

Phoebe asks, “You still have your pants on?”

I shake my head, “As I said, I was just warming her up. I think I got three orgasms out of her.”

Jenny still has her eyes closed and has not moved, but she says, “Four.”

Terri says, “Tomorrow we’re going to have a serious talk while we walk. I’m going to bed, she seems ok.”

They all leave.

Jenny says shyly, “Thanks for covering me, we aren’t that close that I want them seeing me naked during sex. That was sweet of you.”

She finds me and kisses me softly on the lips. She slowly falls onto her back with our lips still attached. She pushes my boxers down off my hips. I finish removing them. She grabs my rock-hard cock and aims me at her opening. Using just Jenny’s fingertips, she presses my hips down (with my help) so that I am forcing my cock into her. Not sure I have ever experienced a woman so tight. Is it possible she is a virgin?

Jenny whispers, “I’m on the pill. I am yours, use me.”

I don’t like her thinking, that can get her in trouble. For now, I will treat her well. I use a slow speed because of her experience, I mean lack of knowledge. Her face is angelic. Eyes wide open, huge shiny white smile and her skin seems to glow. This is one happy girl.

I give her about fifteen minutes of quality fucking that makes her feel like a queen. I need sleep, I pick up the pace. I gave her a nice quality fucking; she has a new baseline. Those poor boys back at school will have a hard time pleasing her now. Faster and faster, I go. I take the increases very slowly. She gets another ten minutes before we both achieve a climax. She lets loose a scream of ecstasy, and I hear shouting, laughing, and giggling from the other tents.

She earned five ropes of cum for her effort and is putty in my hands. She kisses me on the lips again and then lays down on my sleeping bag. She pulls me in tight behind her and wraps my arm around her. She is now content and quickly falls asleep.

Chapter 2 – Rain

I wake up as the sun is just starting to rise. As I move, Jenny wakes up.

Jenny is simple in the morning, “More?”

I kneel and roll her into doggie position.

I repeat her words, “I am yours to use?”

She spreads her legs wider to answer me.

I slowly enter her from behind and get a few strokes in before I move to quick fucking. I give it to her as fast as I can. I am making a point. Quickly she is squirming on the bed, her hair is a mess, she is grunting with each thrust, she has crazy eyes, and her back is arched. She won’t last long.

Sure enough, after just a few short minutes, I have five ropes of cum ready. She quickly rolls over, turns around, and swallows my cock. She opens her mouth; her tongue is massaging my cock. She isn’t doing anything. She places both of my hands on the back of her head and looks at me pleadingly.

I start fucking her mouth slowly at first. It’s too good having her looking at me like that. I speed up and am rougher as I go deeper. She is fingering herself. I use one hand to rub a nipple, and she moans. It isn’t long before I am ready.

I ask nicely, “Swallow?”

I knew the answer. I hear a garbed, yes. I start shooting six ropes of cum into her mouth. She is quick to swallow. She seems to love the taste of cum. I fall back when I am done. She crawls into my arms and curls up. She feels divine.

I ask her, “Between this morning and last night, which did you enjoy more?”

Jenny is shy, “Last night was awesome, it was my first time. You took longer and made me feel like you cared. You ate me out, which was awesome.”

I ask again, “Why give men a choice? You are gorgeous. They will do what you tell them to. Make them give it to you the way you want it. Suppose I was into BDSM. I could have gagged you, tied you up, beat you, whipped you, punched you, and then cut you many times, disfiguring your pretty face. Is that what you meant by ‘I am yours to use?’ I hope not.”

I can see the alarm in her face. I hold her tight.

I suggest, “Know what you’re getting yourself into. You want to try new stuff, fine. Just know what that entails and make sure you trust them. Any time you give over control, you could end up being shared in an 80-man creampie gangbang. Get dressed and back to your tent, I need to find some wood. I’ll be back soon and start a fire.”

I go out a bit to the trees where I do my work. I bring some paper and a shovel to dig a hole. While squatting, I notice two elk, mother and child grazing on a field of flowers. I am in the trees, and they are up in a clearing. I have a magnificent view. I hear my name being called and both elk run off. Swell.

I go back to the group, and they point at the clouds off to the west.

I explain, “We’ll have a light rain this afternoon, and it may storm at night. We will stop early to make sure the tents are set up correctly. They can stand up to major wind gusts when pinned down. I’ll make sure everything is correct tonight. It’s good we went longer yesterday, we will lose that today. But that keeps us on schedule.”

Nigkala Tales Pt. 10: Costume Party

Villains have a lot of fun

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“So, what do you plan for this year’s costume party?”

My husband’s question vexed me because I didn’t have a plan yet. “Filipe, I’m stuck. I don’t feel inspired, and I don’t want to repeat someone I have already done.”

“Why not turn on the TV and flip channels. Maybe that will inspire you.”

“Okay. I’ll see what’s on.”

After watching for half an hour, my channel switching landed on a Bond marathon. I saw Bond fighting Jaws, and liking a good fight scene, I watched the rest of the movie ‘The Spy Who Loved Me’. During a commercial, I realized Jaws is almost my height, and very recognizable. But to pull it off, I’d have to go full cosplay. I was glad I had a few weeks to get ready.

That night, I told Filipe. “I have been inspired, but it will take a lot of work to pull off.”

“Oh! Who are you going to be?”

“Richard Kiel, as Jaws.”

Filipe raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, that’s a lot of work, but if you pull it off, just think of the bragging rights. That hussy, Jane, will have a fit.”

“A definite bonus.”

Over the next several days, I made a plan. The hardest part would be to hide my breasts. I decided to go for a modified fat suit, making me barrel chested. I’d fake the shoes to make them look like they are giving me six inches more height, to throw people off of my actual height. The suspenders and suit should be easy enough. A wig should suffice, but I’d have to be careful with it, as it could give it away. Then there were my eyebrows. I’d have to get someone from makeup to make me appliances to wear over them, so they could have the right hair color, instead of my own two-tone. I’ll also have to see a dentist about the mouthpiece. Getting something I can wear and talk and eat with, might be an issue.

The dentist and I decided a metal-colored, soft plastic would be best. I would have to remove it to eat, but I could drink with it in. It took several tries before we were satisfied with the look and fit.

The fat suit took more effort. I wanted something that breathed, so I wouldn’t roast; yet, look and feel reasonably close to a real chest. I, again, sought the help of the makeup department for some advice. My eventual result had a battery pack to provide air flow, with venting in the back. I spent enough time on it to give it the texture of a male chest. Sealing the neck area would take a bit of prep, but should be easy.

With the fat suit made, I then made his outfit. With photos from the internet, I was able to duplicate his look from the film. I asked Filipe to inspect the work. I modeled the outfit and wig, but left the eyebrows off. He spotted a few things, and I fixed them. Finally, it passed muster, with two days to spare.

I spent half the day readying for the party. The last hour was spent doing my makeup. I had to get the wig just right, get the eyebrows applied, seal the neckline, and ensure everything was in place.

“Okay, Filipe, I’m ready. Is the limo here?”

“Yes, he arrived ten minutes ago.”

“Then, escort taksim it’s showtime.”

I followed my husband to the door, and we said our goodbyes. I would meet him later at the party, but didn’t want others to realize we were together. Heading outside, the driver held the door for me.

We arrived at the mansion, and I noticed some paparazzi, so when I stepped out, I smiled, giving a flash of titanium teeth. I then strutted in, using the masculine walk I had practiced. Flash. Flash. They got their pictures, but would they guess it was me? When someone asked me for my invite, I looked them in the eye and said, “I’m expected.” I was careful to lower my voice to a more masculine pitch, and smiled after I said it.

“Yes, Mr. Jaws. Go on in.” Apparently, he was a fan, or at least knowledgeable.

I mingled and kept my small talk to a minimum, but managed to attract a number of women. I invited them to feel the muscles in my arms, as a way to solidify my masculinity. A few times, I picked a woman up and kissed her on the lips, with a little bit of tongue.

After half an hour, I introduced myself to the host. Using a lower pitch, I said, “Hello. I am here for the costume contest.” I smiled, showing a mouthful of metal. “I’m sure you recognize me, but for the record, I am Jaws as seen in the movie ‘The Spy Who Loved Me’. Let us see who wins this year.”

“My, my. You have done an excellent job. I look forward to the voting.”

I nodded again, and went back to mingling. In another hour, I saw Filipe. When he saw me with a large group, he came over.

“Who have we here?”

I smiled in response.

“I see. A villain, huh. I’m sure a hero will be by soon enough.”

In a low voice, I said, “And then he will die.”

“Well, I’m glad I’m not the hero today.”

I just laughed.

Filipe spent a few minutes chatting with the others before leaving to mingle elsewhere.

At eleven, ballots were passed out. They were collected a few minutes later. At midnight, we assembled. As the tallies were read, several stepped down as too many recognized the contestant behind the costume. With the first round over, there were only four of us left. The second most popular guesses were read and one dropped out. Finally, it was time to reveal the contestants.

“Mr. John Bates, please reveal yourself.”

After removing his hat, he reached under his neck and started pulling. This revealed he had a full face mask on. “Ta-da!” We all saw who it was. My husband.

“Well Filipe, let’s see, your tally for Bates was five. Nice job. Ms. Elvira, please reveal yourself.”

The woman playing this person said, “For a hunk like you? Why not?” She then bared a breast. “Oh, you mean my identity?” She then covered her breast and took off her wig and used a washcloth to wipe down her makeup. It was Jane. “Looks like Becky Sue chose to skip this time. She knows I’m the better one at this.”

“Perhaps you are right, Jane. Let’s see, your tally for Elvira was two. That puts you in the lead. Nice job. Mr. Jaws, please reveal yourself.”

I removed the mouthpiece, eyebrows, and wig. Then I wiped the makeup off my face. There was stunned silence for a bit.

“I think we have a winner. It seems escort topkapı no one guessed Becky Sue was Jaws. Congratulations.”

Looking over at Jane, there was shock on her face. I hope someone got a picture.

“Thank you all. It took a lot of time and effort, but it was worth it.”

Soon we were surrounded and all three of us were the highlight of the party for the next hour, or so. I didn’t talk much, because I was nibbling a lot, since I was not able to do so earlier. Filipe did most of the talking, explaining the lengths I went to for tonight. I just smiled a lot and munched a bit more. Looking at Jane, I could see she was putting on a happy face, but I could see that she wasn’t real happy. But she knew I was a tough competitor, having often placed second or third place.

Back home, Filipe congratulated me for putting that hussy in her place. I told him about her pasted-on happy face, and wondered what next year would bring. We celebrated with sex for an hour, before finally going to bed at four.

As expected, the scandal sheets wrote all about it. I even gave an interview for two of them. No one bothered to interview Jane, which I am sure annoyed her. When they asked how it felt to play a man, I told them it was different. It wasn’t easy remembering to talk low, and to move without swinging my hips like a woman. But then, a good actress can do hard things, and I had fun in the contest.

All this attention died out with the next scandal, but I thought about it on and off for the next few months. Then it finally hit me. If I played a man, I could do other roles than what people offer me now. I talked over the idea with Filipe, and he felt being a leading man would be too much of a hassle, and be too risky of exposing the con. But lesser parts, like the classic heavy who worked for the bad guy, would be a great bit part. So for the next few months, we worked out a resume for George Holt, new in town.

As part of this effort, I went over the fat suit, to make it better and more reliable. I tested the idea of using black powder to mask my eyebrows, and we agreed that it worked. It would also be easier to maintain than eyebrow appliances. We chose a turtle-necked sweater, as that would be easier than a neck appliance. This meant a simpler disguise that would withstand observation well enough. Additionally, unknown to Filipe, I hypnotized myself to change my body image to one with a broader vocal range. The new range went lower, into male territory as a tenor.

When all was ready, I made an appointment with my agent to discuss my career. Five minutes before the meeting was due to start, I called to say I was stuck in traffic, and would be fifteen minutes late. I had actually just arrived in the parking lot. I was dressed as George Holt, with his résumé in hand. Waiting another two minutes, I entered the building and then to his office. I talked my way into seeing my agent with barely any use of my stare.

“Hello, Mr. Holt. I am Davynn Svanenhielm. Call me Dave. I am already scheduled with another actress, but she is running late. I can only give you a few moments of my time.”

Using my new masculine voice, I said, “Thank you, sir. I appreciate that.” I handed over the resume. “Please take escort şirinevler a look at my work and skills. I want to get into the movies, and I think I am a good candidate for your classic thug part. I have the size, strength, and if you need it, the skill to portray one.”

“Your size is obvious, the rest not so. Why did you come to me?”

“Well, I am a fan of Nigkala, and you handle Helen Asher who plays her. I figure you know how to handle an actor who is more suited to violent roles, as opposed to the more dramatic roles.”

“True enough. How willing are you to work?”

“I want to show my stuff, and I’ll happily start at the bottom as an extra. I can play a minion. I see myself more as a character actor than as a big name one. While not the same, I think I’ll have a better chance this way.”

“It’s not often I meet with a wanna-be who has humility. Acting is full of those with big ambitions and bigger egos.”

“Do you think you might have something for me?”

“Let me make a call. I wonder when she will get here?”

“Sir?”

“Nothing. Let’s see….”

During the next few minutes, I watched as he worked the lines and found a job for me.

“Well, I found something. Pay’s not great, but it is work, and that will help get more work.” He pulled out a form from his desk and started filling in several places. Then he handed it to me. “Okay, initial here, here, and here, and then sign here.”

I quickly scanned the form and saw it was the normal, first-time form and that he got a big chunk as a ‘finders’ fee’. But I signed as George Holt and handed it back.

“Great. You know where Johnson Studios is? Good. Be there Thursday at 7:00 AM sharp.”

“Thanks for giving me this chance.”

“Remember this; I’m taking a big chance on you based just on your looks and a good-looking resume. Don’t make me regret it.”

“I won’t. By the way, I lied about traffic.”

“Huh?”

I pulled off the wig, revealing my two-toned hair. Going back to my normal voice, I said, “Remember I said I wanted to talk about my career?”

“Becky Sue? How? Why?”

“As I said, I want to talk about my career. I felt I was being somewhat typecast, and while I do see that I cannot do many roles due to my size and shape, I feel there are still plenty of roles I can play. So I came up with a plan to start a second career as a male actor. Looks like you believed it.”

“You could have asked me to get you broader roles.”

“I thought about that, and while I do want you to consider me for broader roles, I understand the industry’s desire for typecasting. This way, I have a new start. You know the truth, and can find roles I can play that are outside of the ones I usually get. If I can keep the ruse up long enough to be established as a good bit player to hire, then I will have accomplished what I set out to do. The industry will see my ability to portray a broader range of characters, and thus offer me more.”

“So you are going through with this?”

“Yes. I would love your help to pull this off. I cannot play Helen and George in proximity, so you cannot schedule me that way. Likewise, you can schedule George when Helen is between projects. You willing?”

“Hmmm. It sounds interesting. Maybe even fun. But what happens when they find out?”

“If the public doesn’t learn, keep going. If it does, well, I’ll decide then. Depends on their reaction.”

“Okay, I’m in.”

Thus began my second career as George Holt. I eventually achieved minor stardom as a classic heavy.

But that is another story…

‘Aren’t you a little nervous?’ Ashley asked, ‘I’ve never worked a night shift anywhere before.’ Brie chuckled as she watched her friend check her ridiculously large bag over one more time. They’d talked about bringing snacks and phone chargers but somehow Ashley’s bag was bursting at the seams.

‘What’s there to be nervous about? It’s a museum. And a history one at that, it’s not like we’re taking care of the world’s more precious jewel or something.’ Brie pointed out.

‘I guess.’ She replied, biting her lip.

‘We’ll have fun, I promise. And it’s the only night shift we have to do.’

‘They just want to get out of paying their actual employees extra.’ Ashley laughed.

‘Exactly!’ Brie replied, ‘You just know they were thinking about things like this when our tutor approached them about taking some student volunteers on.’

‘I guess it’s ok though, it’s a museum, it’s not like a for profit business.’ Ashley sighed, ‘And it beats flipping burgers or something.’

‘It really does. I did that in the summer after high school and honestly, anything is better than a night shift in a fast food place.’ Brie shuddered to emphasise her point.

‘I didn’t know you’d done that.’ Ashley commented, hoisting her bag onto her shoulder, ‘Ready to go?’

‘Sure.’ Brie picked up her more moderate bag and continued, ‘I don’t like to talk about it, there’s a lot of stuff from there I’m not proud of.’ Ashley noticed her friend looked a little sad mentioning it but didn’t want to push her too much.

‘We all have those times.’ She told her, trying to lighten the mood. Brie still seemed deep in thought for a minute before shaking it off.

‘Yeah, it’s in the past now.’ Ashley still wondered what Brie could be referring to, knowing it was only a few months earlier. But they’d only been friends since starting university five months ago and although they were close, Ashley was still cautious.

‘So, you think we’ll be able to have a good look around the place tonight?’ Brie suggested.

‘I hope so. I know we had a little tour but it was so busy and he took us around so fast, I didn’t really get to see properly. I’m looking forward to being able to take my time and look at things I want to look at.’

‘You’re right, there’s always so many people around! I can’t wait to stop and look at everything properly. Like the Roman exhibit they just got in, I’ve always been interested in that stuff. But it seems like everyone is, I never get to spend time there.’

‘I know what you mean, I love the Egypt section but that’s always full of people.’

‘You want to imagine being an Egyptian Princess?’ Brie laughed, nudging her friends arm with her own.

‘Hmm maybe more like being with an Egyptian Princess.’ Ashley smiled. She was still getting used to having a friend she could be so open with, it was brand new to her. Other straight girls she’d been friends with had been visibly uncomfortable even with a little joking around but Brie was unfazed.

‘Ah. Well, Cleopatra was quite something.’ Brie replied.

‘True. You think about doing it with any historical figures?’

Brie laughed, ‘Not a question I’ve been asked before! Didn’t everyone smell though? Like hygiene wasn’t so sophisticated. Still, if there was a clean and fresh Roman soldier, I might be interested.’

‘Oh really, a soldier?’

‘Yeah, someone with a bit of muscle, skilled with a weapon.’ They both burst out laughing. They were still trying to pull themselves together when they arrived at the museum. It was half an hour before closing so there was still some people around.

‘You think we just go through to the staff room?’ Brie asked as they crossed the foyer.

‘Excuse me, last entry was half an hour ago.’ A stern voice called from the reception desk.

‘Oh, sorry, we’re not…we’re the volunteers, we’re covering the night shift.’ Brie explained to the middle-aged woman stooped behind the desk. She peered over her glasses at them disapprovingly, obviously not believing their explanation.

‘Hmm hmm, sign in.’

‘Sorry, it’s only our second time here.’ Ashley explained as Brie wrote their names.

‘And they’re leaving you here over night?’ She woman exclaimed, standing up straight for the first time.’

‘Yeah, volunteering here is part of our university course.’

The woman shook her head, ‘I don’t know what this place is coming to. You might as well go through to the staff room to put your stuff away.’

‘Thanks, we will.’ They kept the serious looks on their faces until they’d crossed the foyer and they lost the battle.

‘Maybe she’s jealous.’ Ashley suggested, trying to catch her breath, ‘Maybe she’s never been trusted with the place.’

‘She’s like ninety! She probably isn’t getting paid either!’ They made their way through an almost hidden doorway between exhibit rooms and found the empty staff room. All of the workers were probably out in the museum making sure everyone left. They both put down their bags and got comfortable for the short wait for everyone escort sultangazi to leave. It was almost like waiting for Christmas now they were there. Now they were inside, the idea of having the whole place to themselves was daunting but amazing. As people started filing in to collect their stuff they got a few odd looks but the manager soon came to see them.

‘So girls, ready for the night shift?’ He wiggled his eyebrows in a way that Brie found disconcerting but she forced a smile.

‘Yep, all ready to stand guard.’

‘Great. It’ll be an easy night. Just walk around at least every hour or two, keep an eye on the cameras in between and if you see or hear anything weird, give me a call.’

‘Isn’t there like a security team or something though?’ Ashley asked, not liking the idea of having to call this creep if something was wrong.

‘There is but they never al get the night off at the same time like this, so they’re taking the opportunity to go out. I don’t think they’ll be much use to anyone in a few hours.’ He laughed in a way that made both girls skin crawl. Brie made a mental note to watch him leave so they knew he was really gone.

‘Do we need keys or anything?’ Ashley asked.

‘No it’s ok, we’ll lock up when we leave and you’ll be here until the first staff come in in the morning. Don’t worry though, there’s fire exits everywhere as you saw on the tour. But as long as you guys don’t start a fire…’ He trailed off with another creepy laugh.

‘I’m sure there’s no risk of that.’ Brie insisted.

‘I hope not.’ He nodded, ‘So, have a good night, call if there’s any problems, anything at all. Use whatever you want in here, kettle, microwave.’

‘Oh thanks, we did bring some food.’

‘Make yourselves at home.’ He told them, checking his phone and becoming distracted. He wandered towards the door and just when they thought he was leaving he turned back, ‘And watch out, you never know which ones might come alive.’ And with a final uncomfortable chuckle, he finally left them alone.

The girls waited a while before they spoke. Brie finally let out a breath she’d been holding since he walked in, ‘Thank God, I thought he was going to offer to stay with us or something!’

‘I know, he such a creep.’ She shook her head, ‘So, everyone’s gone now, right?’

‘I think so. Let’s go explore!’ Giggling and hurrying out of the room like they didn’t have all night, as though they’d never been to a museum before.

Their first stop was with the dinosaurs.

‘This should be the most interesting part but it doesn’t really do it justice.’ Ashley sighed as she surveyed the replica T-Rex skeleton. While the newer part of the museum were moving towards more interactive exhibits, things you could actually walk round, figures you could stand next to rather than old fashioned glass screens, the dinosaur section was clearly older and not so much fun.

‘I know, hopefully they’ll upgrade with the money saved on free labour like us.’ Brie said. They stayed there a little longer before moving into the next room. It was a well organised museum, keeping everything in separate rooms with a wide opening in between but it did get cramped on a normal day. With only the two of them, they could move around freely. The cave people were a little newer than the dinosaurs and Brie had an idea.

‘Oh my God, we can take photos with everything! We can take so many, really funny ones too!’

‘Great idea! I mean, we can’t post them online or anything in case someone from here finds out but it’ll be fun to stage our own photo shoot.’ Ashley agreed.

‘Yes! First, I’ll be a cave person.’ Brie laughed. She stepped into their territory and crouched down next to a hairy model arranged like he was trying to make a fire, ‘Didn’t you hear the manager? No fires.’ Brie told him, wagging her finger at the model.

‘You could at least help him.’ Ashley laughed, getting her phone ready. Brie posed and barely stopped herself from laughing until the flash had nearly blinded her, ‘What’s under there?’ Ashley asked.

‘I didn’t think you’d be interested in what’s under his loin cloth.’ Brie raised an eyebrow.

‘Well, I’m just curious how they handle that side of things.’ Ashley admitted.

‘Let’s see.’ As she reached for the animal print fabric, Ashley snapped a few more photos, ‘You look like such a perv!’ She cracked up.

‘Nothing to see here people.’ Brie announced, ‘Just like a giant, hairy Ken doll. That’s disappointing. Might have been a fun little detour later.’

‘You’re disgusting.’ Ashley concluded. Brie got up and they moved on. As they entered the next room Brie squealed with excitement.

‘You’re Roman warrior awaits.’ Ashley told her. There was three all together, staged and ready for battle in their matching red uniforms, protected by a lightweight metal looking fabric.

‘I wonder what this one’s hiding.’ Brie giggled, feeling the solid muscle of the mannequins arms, ‘Someone’s been preparing for a escort fatih fight.’ Ashley readied the camera as Brie reached down and lifted the red material between his legs.

‘Woah!’ She exclaimed, ‘Someone’s a little more anatomically correct than the cave man!’

‘What? No way.’

‘Wow, shame you aren’t more pose-able huh.’ Brie grinned down at the soldiers perfectly shaped genitals and sighed.

‘Eeee is that really what it looks like?’ Ashley asked, peering down.

‘No, I’ve never seen anything so beautifully formed on a real guy. And at least he’s not hairy or anything.’ Brie sighed, reaching down and gently touching her fingers tips to the solid model’s penis.

‘Christ, I think I need to leave you two alone.’ Ashley laughed as her phone rang. She checked the screen, ‘Oh no, it’s my crazy history project partner. Sorry, this could take a while, keep looking around if you want.’ Ashley explained over the ringing.

‘That’s ok, I’ll hang out in here a little longer.’ Brie smiled. Ashley shook her head, laughing and answered the phone. As her voice trailed out past the caveman and further, Brie stood back and surveyed the soldiers. The other two were cool too, but the middle one just captivated her. She knew it was stupid but as she stared at him, taking in his exposed muscular arms, his sharp blue eyes just visible through his helmet, and that well grafted anatomy, she started to feel a warmth low down. She could feel herself blushing even though there was no one around thinking about how this model would fuel plenty of hours with her vibrator. Feeling silly but at the same time unable to resist, she lifted his uniform once again, feeling the flimsy fabric between her fingers, imagining the thick penis between her legs. She had some experience with guys, was no innocent but this looked like something different. She thought about what would happen if her soldier were real, if he could take hold of her and teach her new things.

Once again she stroked his smooth surface, touching him harder this time. As she moved her hand upwards, the felt something different, a piece of paper slipped into her hand. Brie uncurled the small paper and read: She who excites the soldier is in for an exciting night. Brie laughed to herself. She obviously wasn’t the only one to show an extraordinary interest in this soldier. She slipped the paper into her pocket to show Ashley later.

Even then, rather than moving on, she kept one hand under his uniform as she looked up at his eyes. With her other hand, she reached up to touch his helmet, wondering if it was attached or if she could get a better look at his face. As the tips of her fingers touched the rim of the helmet, she was shocked by a sudden movement, a rustling sound. The soldier’s arm had moved! All of her breath seemed to vanish from her body, she wanted to scream but nothing came out. She stared in amazement as his hand gripped her wrist. His hand that was becoming warmer by the second. She watched as his tan skin become actual skin, his muscles becoming more defined, his eyes clearing and his uniform raising slightly where her hand had just been.

‘What’s going on?’ Brie whispered.

‘You woke me for a reason?’ The soldier asked, his voice deeper than even she expected.

‘Not on purpose.’ She croaked.

‘Oh.’ He breathed, keeping a tight hold on her wrist as he reached up with his other hand to remove the helmet she had been about to touch. His eyes more free, he took Brie in hungrily, from her blonde hair, green eyes, down to her only just visible cleavage, her toned legs beneath her short skirt.

‘You can keep doing what you were doing.’ He told her, tightening his grip even more so that she squealed a little.

‘What?’

‘You know what.’ He replied, taking hold of her other hand in his and placing it beneath his uniform. Completely confused but intrigued, Brie followed his instructions, gasping as she realised the solid, smooth model she’d touched moments ago was now just as hard but felt of real skin. The soldier gasped as she wrapped her hand around him and moved in a way she’d been taught by a boy at school in his car. It was universal, she thought to herself with some pride. As he gasped and his breathing quickened, she felt herself heating up, her friend long forgotten. All knowledge of how surreal the situation was gone, replaced by a need to be fulfilled by this newly awoken warrior.

‘On your knees.’ He demanded between breaths of satisfaction.

‘I don’t know…’ Brie hesitated. She didn’t mind doing what he wanted, but she could feel a wetness building between her legs. She wanted him inside her, saw no need for anything else.

‘There’s time for that.’ He smirked, reading her mind. She wondered what he meant and obliged. Too engrossed as she came face to face with his thick penis to notice the cold tile floor against her knees, she didn’t think about it as she slowly placed her lips on the end and listened to him moan. She licked and pressed her tongue escort etiler against him, imagining how it would feel when he finally got inside of her. She fleetingly wondered how it would feel that he was so much bigger than any of the boys she’d messed around with up to that point. She sucked until her tongue began to feel tired.

‘Ok. Now. Get up.’ He ordered her.

‘Did I do it wrong?’ She asked, trying not to sound as vulnerable as she felt, she didn’t want him to give up on her now.

‘No, not at all.’ He smiled. He took her hand more gently this time and helped her to her feet, before spinning her around so her back was against his waxed six pack. She could feel him pressing against her urgently and for the first time in her life asked herself whether she’d like to be taken from behind. It was something that had always seemed too taboo to her but standing there against her perfect man, where he’d only have to take one step to the left, spread her open and thrust it in, it seemed like a good idea.

Instead, he reached around and gently pressed a hand against one of her breasts. Even with her bra and t-shirt on she could feel the heat from his hand. Not interested in those barriers, he lifted his hand and pushed them down, exposing her breast to the cool air. She knew she should have felt scared, violated, something by this strange man who hadn’t asked what she wanted. But she wanted it too badly to care. As he took her smooth breast in his large hand and squeezed she felt her underwear growing wetter.

While he caressed still, his other hand teased at the top of her skirt. Bending slightly, pressing her hand against him, he reached down and lifted up her skirt, putting his hand hard against her knickers.

‘Oh, you’re ready.’ He breathed into her ear, ‘I need to feel it.’ He let go of her breast to take hold of her underwear in both hands and pull it down. Her entrance fully exposed, she only grew wetter.

‘I am, I am ready.’ She sighed. Holding her against his hard body once again, he played around the short hair all around where she really wanted him to go.

‘Go on,’ She sighed, ‘feel it.’ Proving he could also follow orders, he slipped his finger between her dripping wet lips and ran it from her clit to her hole. She gasped with an almost unbearable pleasure. She almost asked him stop but never wanted him to. She took it in as he rubbed her first gently and them matching her breaths, hard and rougher. His long fingers exploring every part of her. He stroked and squeezed until she could hardly bear it before he stopped.

He laughed quietly to himself, knowing he was torturing her.

‘Why?’ She asked him, ‘Please, don’t stop now. I’m so close. I’ve never come with someone else before.’

‘Then you can wait a little longer.’ He promised. He looked around and eyed a few benches lined up against the wall for people who really wanted to take their time in the exhibit. He let go of her and rushed over to put a couple of the benches together, grateful that they were the kind without a back or arms so it was easy to create a bigger surface. He looked down proudly at his creation and gestured for Brie to cross the room.

On shaky legs, she walked towards him. This had to be it, she told herself, surely this would be when she was would that glorious man inside of her. She stood in front of him and he shook his head.

‘Lie down.’ She did as she was told silently, the benches cold beneath her back. He lifted her skirt and looked down at her, ‘It’s been too damn long.’ He said and lifted his uniform to display his hard cock. Looking at it now above her, she felt like it had gotten even bigger. She couldn’t wait, struggled to breathe from the excitement.

‘Put it in.’ She commanded.

‘Oh I will.’ He said, lowering himself onto the benches with her. He chose to torment her further though, by stroking her clit gently with his fingers once again. As she bit into her sleeve to keep from squealing, he moved and began to stroke her with his penis instead. The change was spectacular. From this long fingers, to his thick, hard cock was a huge change. He rubbed her up and down, each time moving closer to her entrance. Finally, he moved it upwards one last time before stopped and surprising her by quickly moving down and thrusting into her. She gasped so loud she briefly remembered Ashley was somewhere nearby before forgetting as she lost herself in ecstasy. He moved quickly, shoving himself against her until all of his was filling her. It was like nothing she’d ever felt. His breath quickened as he got her closer to orgasm. She could feel it building despite never wanting it to end. All of her worries about him being too big proved pointless as he thrust in and out. She knew that no one else would be able to match the pleasure he gave her, stretching her hole in the best possible way.

‘Oh, oh, I’m coming.’ She squealed and he pushed harder, shaking the benches below them, Brie’s whole body moving further up them. She let herself go completely as the climax took hold. It went on longer than anything she’d been able to do herself. As she came down, he slowed and pulled out. She lay there for a moment, enjoying the relaxing feeling spreading through her. Then when she looked up at him standing above her, she realised he still wasn’t done.

Cooper and his girlfriend, Natalia, arrived at the Italian restaurant at 7:50 PM. The restaurant’s manager greeted them at the door and escorted them through the mostly empty space. They were seated to a booth in a mostly secluded corner of the restaurant.

His parents were expected to arrive at 8:00 PM. He thought the earlier they could get there the better. This was to be Natalia’s first long-form social engagement as Cooper’s girlfriend, and he wanted to give her systems ample time to adjust to the environment.

He had only bought Natalia four months prior, and only in the past few weeks had he begun to feel confident with her accompanying him in public. He had been single for three years prior and his mother and father constantly pestered him about when they could “meet the next lucky lady.”

This constant pestering from his parents was actually one of many reasons that had led Cooper to buy an AVANT N4T4L14_M84U Companion-Bot. That, and the fact that she was on sale for a screaming deal.

AVANT was in financial turmoil, having sunk all profits for the last several years into R Natalia’s cleavage was front and center, her creamy breasts standing buoyant and alert. It had been too late to purchase her anything new, and Cooper cursed himself for only buying outfits he found sexy and not having the foresight to buy his robotic girlfriend anything that put practically before looks.

Sitting down together in the booth waiting for Cooper’s parents to arrive, Natalia’s large breadth of predictive situational analysis processors continuously wrote and re-wrote her hard-coded social functionality subroutines so she could most convincingly perform that night her simulated act of being Cooper’s loving, human girlfriend.

— — —

Cooper’s parents arrived soon after and Natalia rose from the table with Cooper behind.

Cooper’s mother, Beth bounded into Natalia excitedly, “It’s so nice to finally meet you Nat!”

Quickly reciprocating the hug she was being given, Natalia responded, “It’s wonderful to meet you too Beth!”

Beth stared at Cooper playfully, “Coop is always shy talking about his girlfriends. You’ll have to tell me everything about yourself!”

Unsure how to reply, Natalia just smiled warmly and giggled.

“Wow you’re so beautiful!”, Beth teasingly pinched Natalia’s shoulder, laughing, “Are you real?!”

She pulled away from Natalia still musing. Natalia laughed along with Beth, her sophisticated social programming determining this was the best route of addressing Beth’s strange question.

She spun and faced Cooper’s father, David, who gave her a polite hug. “Nice to meet you Nat. I agree with my wife, you are indeed very beautiful. It seems that Cooper is a lucky man.”

Natalia smiled cordially, “Thank you. It’s wonderful to meet you David.”

Cooper eyed his father who was looking Natalia up and down and cut through the pleasantries, “Let’s sit down I know I’m starved!”.

The four sat down at their booth. Natalia, remembering to avoid the harsh light of the inner booth, let Cooper in first.

They all smiled pleasantly at one another, and unsurprisingly Beth spoke up first, “So…” she looked to Natalia, “Nat. How did the two of you meet?”

Natalia’s complex array of speech delivery systems and software instantly began formulating a response, but she was cut short as Beth pointed disgustedly to the approaching waitress, “Is that one of those skeevy AVANT sex-dolls! Oh my goodness it is! She is not serving us!?”

Cooper looked up from his menu and immediately identified the waitress as indeed, another AVANT N4T4L14_M84U Companion-Bot. Her glossy face-plate, blue eyes, and brunette hair were all different from Natalia. But, her chassis Cooper quickly surmised, was an exact match to his Natalia. Perky C-cups bolted onto a slender frame with athletically toned arms, legs, and ass. Cooper found himself quite attracted to the waitress, she exuded a slutty sexiness that he often had Natalia embody when they were alone at home.

Before the waitress reached the table, Natalia had requested, and after passing through a series of firewalls escort kağıthane and verification procedures, was granted access to the restaurant’s over-the-air network link. She established a direct communications channel with the waitress, informing her of the oncoming situation with Cooper’s parents. The waitress obliged and let her know that she do everything within her programming to keep Natalia’s robotic nature a secret.

The waitress stopped abruptly exactly one foot away from the table. The plunging neckline of her black spaghetti strap top revealing wobbling breasts. Her long slender legs emerged from a matching circular skirt with her feet ending in a simple pair of black pumps.

She spoke simply and confidently, only the slightest hint of sexuality still present on her voice. Cooper guessed that had required a slight re-working of her social programming, something he feared messing with on his Natalia. “Can I get you folks anything to start off tonight?”

Beth replied pointedly, leaning forward from her seat against the wall opposite Cooper, “Yes. Although is it alright if I ask you some questions first?”

The brunette waitress smiled, “Of course!”.

“Are you a robot?”

“Yes, I’m an AVANT N4T4LI4_M84U.” Her eyes flickered, “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“I knew it!” Beth looked around the table looking for confirmation that she was right. Cooper and Natalia both smiled nervously, but Dave just stared at the waitress, his wife’s words completely passing through un-listening ears.

He asked with genuine curiosity, “How long have you worked here?”

“Two weeks and 4 days, Sir.” Her eyes flickered again, “Is there anything else I can help you with?”.

Cooper looked at his mom, “I was here three weeks ago and our waitress was human. I swear, I had no idea! We can go somewhere else if you want to.”

Beth shook her head, “Nope this is where you chose. We had to come all the way across town to be here, and wow it’s already 8:20! We’ll stay Coop, it’s okay.”

Cooper tried to shake off the patronizing tone from his mother, “Really it’s okay we can leave!”

She put her hand up, stopping him, “I’ll be fine Cooper.”, she glared at the robotic waitress, “Her on the other hand may not be.”

Natalia sat quietly, her main CPU was developing a complex set of predictive algorithms to help her best navigate Beth’s social behavior.

The brunette waitress, still standing in the exact spot where she had arrived blinked several times, “Is there anything else I can help you with?”.

Cooper tried to begin ordering drinks for the table but was interrupted by his father, “Are the entire staff robots like you?”.

“Just the wait-staff and bartender sir. Our cooks and managers are all human.” Her eyes flickered. “Is there anything else I can hel…”

She was interrupted by Cooper’s father, “Can I touch you?”.

She blinked repeatedly for about five seconds, apparently having difficulty handling the interruption of her pre-progammed routine.

“David!” Beth exclaimed.

“Oh I’m just curious honey! Put it to bed already!”, he looked to the waitress with expectant eyes.

Cooper swore he heard several processors whir up to speed.

“You may touch me on my arm.” She lifted her hand toward Dave who took it gingerly. He rubbed his fingers down the numbers of her visible serial number. “Wow. So soft. You feel so real.”

“Thanks!” she replied in a sing-songy voice.

He continued, “Although you’re definitely a little glossy, but that’s okay!”

She smiled, “So I’ve been told.”, her eyes flickered, “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

Before anyone even mutter a syllable, Cooper yelled, “Four vodka tonics please!”

The waitress blinked, instantly establishing a wireless connection with the busty redhead N4T4LI4_M84U unit behind the bar, “Four vodka tonics coming right up!” She smiled, pivoted, and walked away.

Dave watched her every step, entranced with her calculated stride.

Cooper breathed a sigh of ‘Oh-my-god-what-have-gotten-myself-into’. He couldn’t believe he had brought escort beyoğlu his sex-bot girlfriend to a restaurant run by sex-bot waitresses with his mom and dad.

Beth leaned into the table and directed her attention to Natalia, “So…I realized I don’t even know your entire name!” She scowled at Cooper, “Can I ask what Nat is short for?”

Cooper and Natalia turned to face each other, both unsure of who should respond and how.

Natalia’s main CPU parsed through several thousand appropriate behavioral response options. Within 2.3 milliseconds, her powerful computing array narrowed the list down to two options. Either she could admit her name was Natalia and risk Beth making a connection between her and their robot waitress, or she could improvise and make something up.

Improvisation was still a slightly underdeveloped ability even on the advanced AVANT N4T4L14_M84U model line, having only been formally introduced for the first time in her preceding model, the AVANT T3SS4-M84U Companion-Bot.

Her main CPU parsed through terabytes of sub-optimized behavioral improvisation code executing thousands of intricate logical prediction algorithms. Her large round eyes stared vacantly as she attempted to reach a solution.

Cooper, sensing the internal struggle from his Companion-Bot began to speak up, “Nat is short for…uh…uh”, He paused, unable to continue, reaching a more natural state of processing incapacity as the stress of the situation overtook him.

“Natasha!”, Natalia’s eyes had regained their focus and her perfect smile beamed. “Nat is short for Natasha!”.

Cooper heaved a sigh of relief. He felt the onset of a panic-attack subside slightly.

Natalia’s processors slowed their frenzied pace as well, confident her improvisation was sufficient and satisfactory.

Beth smiled, “Natasha! What a beautiful name. So where are you from? What do you do? I have so much to ask!”

Cooper and Natalia had rehearsed these questions in the days leading up to dinner, and Natalia’s sophisticated social-interaction suite had no trouble adapting to the slight deviations and nuances of each question.

— — —

After a few drinks, conversation had settled into a dull rhythm. David or Beth would ask Natalia a question and she would respond with programmed simplicity, simulated sincerity, and an expertly crafted warm smile. Cooper had to interject only a few times to help steer the conversation into comfortable, familiar territory that Natalia was well equipped to handle. Her main CPU was now only utilizing 45% of her processing capacity to deal with Cooper’s parents, and with ease it activated her predictive-algorithmic-forecasting-suite.

Natalia’s sensors kicked up in sensitivity as she tried to build a comprehensive understanding of her surroundings. Inwardly, her sophisticated array of circuit-boards and vast banks of volatile memory queried her wireless connection with restaurant.

The bartender unit was apparently having trouble dealing with a nosy patron who was asking pointed questions about the specs and functionality of her model. Her primary computational stack was slowly overheating as she did her best to give the patron what he desired without compromising her function.

The group of bots around the restaurant determined her best strategy was to ignore the specific questions and just smile at him sexily instead, with frequent offers for more drinks.

Natalia strained her neck out of the booth, a slight click emanating from within as her artificial vertebrae reached maximum extension. She saw the back of a lone man at the bar. He was holding a smartphone. Her iris’ span as she magnified her vision trying to make out what was on the phone’s display, but her attempt was thwarted as the man put his phone down against the bar-top.

In that instant, Natalia’s ultra sensitive audio receptors picked up a signal and she responded to a question directed at her and pivoted her mechanical frame back to face the conversation. Her iris’ again spun, in reversed direction, as they readjusted their internal apertures to focus on the faces of Beth and Dave immediately escort esenler in front of her. She smiled friendly, her main CPU easily formulating a response to their question.

Beth then excused herself to the restroom, inadvertently knocking the table’s pitcher of water onto the floor. Natalia instinctively grabbed a handful of napkins and leaned down and out of the booth to begin cleaning up the spill, her ample breasts swaying gently within her lacy white top. Beth put a hand on Natalia’s toned shoulder, “Don’t worry about it dear. It’s my mess. I’ll clean it up when I get back from the ladies room.” Natalia sat up slowly, every component of her mechanical spine moving harmoniously with one another to create the shockingly realistic movement.

Natalia leaned back against the booth, proud of her systems function throughout the evening. She sipped on her gin and tonic, her behavioral subsystems simulating a slight buzz from the alcoholic drink. In reality the liquid, and later on – food, would sit dormant in a durable bladder just behind the synth-skin and cushioned dermal layer of her navel. She would expel this as waste later in the evening when her systems deemed it convenient.

After several moments of silence Natalia’s systems logged a brief burst of incoherent data from the restaurant’s over-the-air network link. Her faceplate twitched uncontrollably for a microsecond before recovering to it’s previous state. She let out a sigh and fidgeted in her seat. She looked at David and Cooper, who she realized were now both staring at her. She chalked it up to her exquisite engineering and a fascination with her amazing curves; she was an AVANT N4T4LI4_M84U after all, marketed with the slogan, ‘Any moment looks good on on AVANT N4T4LI4_M84U’.

David and Cooper were both indeed staring at Natalia. More specifically, they were staring at her chest. Her polymer-elastic nipples had stiffened and were not-so-subtly poking through her white lace top.

David politely looked away, although he couldn’t help the corners of his eyes stealing occasional glances. Cooper fidgeted in his seat nervously. This was completely unlike Natalia, on their other trips in public he had never seen her engage her sexual subsystems, albeit for several times he had snuck a hand up her skirt or whispered something dirty in her ear. He leaned close and whispered in her ear, “Nat, cancel all processes related to your sex-ware. Your nipples are poking straight through your shirt.”

She turned towards him, blinked several times in rapid succession, and whispered back, “No sex-ware processes are currently running. I do not understand your request.” Her head pivoted again to face Dave, who was still doing his best to look away. Natalia, lacking the understanding as to why his gaze avoided her just queued one of several pre-programmed warm smile routines and sat still.

Cooper, with more urgency, again whispered into her ear. “Nat, look down at your chest. Acknowledge your nipples are engorged and disengage whatever process is causing them to to that.”

Natalia tilted her head down and immediately cocked it to one side in surprise as a series of algorithms parsed data and determined meaning from the meta-data collected from the ocular receptors embedded within her green doll-like eyes. Her main CPU again queried her behavioral processing tree which confirmed its initial assessment – there were no sex-ware processes running that could trigger engorgement of her nipples.

She leaned back into Cooper whispering, “Coop, I acknowledge they are engorged. However, I have no sex-ware processes currently running. I do not know what to do-do-do-do.” Her speech hiccuped mechanically before emitting a sultry moan. Cooper stared at Natalia, dumbfounded at how quickly his robotic companion had fallen into functional disarray.

Just then, their super-model brunette waitress turned the corner towards the table with their four vodka tonics delicately balanced on a tray she held above her athletic shoulders. Her black pumps clicked steadily as she walked; Cooper saw the tell-tale signs of the waitress N4T4L1A_M84U’s sexual subroutines in full operation and began wondering if there was a connection between her and Natalia’s behavior. Her full lips were parted, her runway stride exaggerated, and her nipples stiff, easily poking through her thin black top.