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Blown Away

By: Makemeyourmilf



I feel you kiss me, oh so passionately, I move to your neck and place kisses and nibbles along the crook and down your collar bone. Your breathe catches in your throat as I move my hand from your back and run it over your ass, making my way to the hardness straining against the fabric of your pants.

I slowly unbutton your shirt with my other hand as I stroke your cock through your pants. I help you out of your shirt and kiss and nuzzle your chest. Your smell is pure intoxication! I put my hands on your belt and slowly undo it. I look you in the eyes as I do this...letting you know that I want you. We kiss again. This time tongues desperately searching each other out.

I unbutton your pants and then slowly unzip them inch by inch. I pull away from our kisses and run my hands down your chest as I lower myself to my knees in front of you. You run your hands through my hair and look at me with anticipation. I take your pants down and your cock is finally released. You are fully erect and I take your balls into my hand and look up at you. I grasp your beautiful, hard cock and tease the tip with my tongue...all the while keeping my eyes on your face. I can see on your face how much you want me to take you fully into my mouth. The eagerness is echoed as I taste your pre-cum and feel the warmth spread within my pussy.

Slowly, I take you in, inch by wonderful inch. As my mouth becomes fuller you begin to arch your back and your head begins to fall back. I know you like the way it feels and I take you in as deep as I can, digging my nails into your ass cheeks as I do. I begin to 'work' your cock, sliding my wet mouth up and down the length of you. I begin teasing the underside with my tongue with each stroke of my mouth. Your hands are again in my hair, holding the back of my head gently. You look down and watch as I suck your cock and you let out a relaxed moan of pleasure. I hear myself moan as well and I can feel the wetness of my pussy.

I want you inside me so badly, but I don't want to stop sucking your glorious cock. I want to make you feel better than you have ever felt before! I take my mouth from your cock and place little nibbles on your inner thigh, making my way to your balls. I take them gently into my mouth and kiss and suck them with abandon. I remove my mouth from you long enough to suggest that you sit down and ease you down to the couch.

I am now kneeling on the floor between your legs. You are lying back on the couch, the fluffy cushions engulfing your body in a way similar to the way my mouth has engulfed your cock. I run my hands along your inner thighs starting at your knees and tracing swirls and circles as I make my way to your balls. My hair teases your cock and I feel it respond with a little 'jump'. I again focus on your balls, licking and sucking them as I grab your hips and squeeze gently. I leave your balls and run my tongue along the underside of your cock. I can tell you like this because you draw in a quick breath as I do it and you hips rise up to allow your cock to meet my mouth. I swirl my tongue on the tip of your cock and open my lips to allow you in once again. Your hands are in my hair again, holding it out of the way so you can watch as your cock disappears into my warm mouth, deeper and deeper with each stroke. I have you fully in my mouth now and I can feel your cock grow even harder. I look up at you and our eyes meet. You are on fire! I see your eyes close and you relax allowing your head to rest on the cushions as I begin to slide my mouth up and down the length of your cock. I am immersed in sucking your cock...all else is gone! No music, no fire, nothing but feeling you slide in and out of my mouth. I hear your moans, feel your hips rise as you meet my mouth, but all else disappears.

I hear your breathing, it is heavy, sultry, intoxicating and mesmerizing. You tell me how wonderful it feels. I feel my pussy aching for you. But I remind myself..."Not now...Now is for him." I am so wet; my pussy aches to be filled. I lean forward and wrap my tits around your cock, holding them together as your cock slides between them. You lean forward off the couch and I rise up to kiss you, all the while 'fucking' you with my tits. I put my hand on your chest, push you back into the cushions and make my way back to your balls, giving them the attention they deserve. Again I run my tongue along your cock and take you into my mouth. Warm and welcoming. I suck your cock with abandon and you watch, enjoying. Enjoying the sensations, the sights, the sounds, knowing how much I am enjoying myself. You feel the pleasure. You tell me you are going to cum. This only causes me to increase the intensity. I am now not giving you head...I am 'fucking' you with my mouth! You erupt in my mouth, I take you in. I swallow as you fill my mouth over and over again. I am like a woman starving! It feels wonderful! I don't want you to stop...I suck your cock, trying to get all of what you have to offer me! You have your hands in my hair and you groan with pleasure as I suck you dry. Finally, you take my face in your hands and have me look up at you. You are smiling....so am I!

Blown Away



Hello and welcome to my readers. Thank you for your votes, feedback and comments on my stories. It is always a pleasure to hear from you. My thanks to my editor, Rogue Lurker, whose tireless efforts in my behalf earn my grateful appreciation. 

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"Fire in the hole!"

WHOOOMPH!

Lauren Thompson watched with satisfaction as the two tapered smokestacks suddenly curtsied and bowed like 18th Century dancing partners, collapsing into a billowing cloud of dust. She rose from her crouch behind the wall of sandbags, turned off the bullhorn and walked back to the operations trailer to review the remote camera videotapes. If all the explosive charges had detonated, then it would be safe for the crews to move in and begin picking up the rubble. If not, they would have to be isolated and removed.

Upon entering, she saw her father rewinding the tapes and checking the monitors, whirring about in his motorized wheelchair. Ever since his accident three years ago, Lauren had been in charge of all field operations while he handled less strenuous duties. She had been a twenty-six year old newly graduated structural engineer from MIT when her father's injury occurred. It was a routine demolition job, but something went wrong and a falling girder crushed his spine. Lauren assumed control of Keystone Demolition Company during her father's convalescence and never looked back. 

"How'd it look, Dad?" she asked, removing her hardhat and safety glasses. She shook the dust from her long black hair.

"Perfect, Laur, perfect," he replied with a smile. "All the charges went off in the proper sequence. Send the crews in."

Lauren flicked the toggle on her two-way radio, "Charlie, you there?"

"Sure am, boss lady," came the reply.

"Move 'em out, Charlie. We need to wrap this one up ASAP."

"Gotcha, boss lady, we're rollin', Charlie out."

Lauren chuckled as she heard the roar of diesel engines echoing across the demolition site. Charlie was the senior supervisor for debris removal, and twenty years her senior. He still referred to her as 'boss lady' and was always deferential to her. Lauren had always treated her fathers' employees with respect when she was growing up and now they were returning the courtesy.

"Great news, Laur," her father said, "Councilman Kennelly's office called today. The City Council accepted our bid on demolishing that block of buildings downtown. They were impressed with your presentation at the Council meeting last week. You did a fine job, Laur, I'm proud of you."

Lauren bent and kissed her father on the forehead. "It wasn't just me, Dad. The whole crew put that one over. I was just the mouthpiece," she replied modestly.

"That's a load of bull and you know it," her father laughed. "Oh by the way, the Councilman wants you to attend a little cocktail party he's throwing at his place tonight. Seems he's celebrating the start of the demolition project and he wanted you there to congratulate on being selected for the contract." 

"Oh crap, a freakin' cocktail party, Dad?" Lauren groaned. "I hate parties, you know that. A bunch of silly, drunken people making conversation about nothing, I'll be bored stiff." 

"Goes with the territory, Laur," her father replied. "Buy yourself a new dress, pretty yourself up for the Council Member. Lay a little charm on him. It's good for business."

"Whatever," Lauren snorted, "I'm outta here. See you later, Dad. Don't wait up." Exiting the trailer, she climbed into her jeep and sped off to the mall to look for a dress. She preferred wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but business was business.

***

Cassandra Barton drove her Rolls-Royce Corniche convertible into the only vacant parking place in the circular driveway. She wrinkled her nose at the sight of a mud-splattered jeep next to her. "Some people don't know how to take care of their machinery, do they, Erminitrude?" she addressed her car. "I would never let you get that dirty, my girl," she continued, patting the steering wheel affectionately.

Cassandra did not want to be at this dreary party, but as chair of the Clear Lake City Historic Preservation Commission, she felt obligated to attend. After all, this man was instrumental in getting the city block condemned where her great-grandfathers first store opened. In spite of her best efforts, the building along with the rest of the block was condemned and slated for demolition. Maybe I can finally make the Councilman see reason, she thought as she locked the car door and walked towards the house.

***

Lauren was bored and miserable as she stood looking out the open French doors into the garden, hoping to avoid another senseless conversation. Ten more minutes and I'm out of here, she thought grimly. She had made nice with Council Member Kennelly, oh yeah, 'Jack', and now she was ready to leave before any more of these vapid people struck up a conversation with her. "Dad owes me big time for this one," she muttered under her breath, gazing absently at the full moon.

***

Cassandra walked into the spacious living room and slowly surveyed the groups of people there. She did not recognize anyone, which did not surprise her. No one she knew would attend such a gathering unless forced. Taking a glass of wine from a passing waiter, her attention focused on a statuesque woman with long black hair looking out an open door into the night.

Silhouetted against the dark sky, she seemed almost ethereal in the moonlight. The woman's' snug white dress contrasted beautifully with her bronze skin and Cassandra was intrigued. Her original intentions for attending the party forgotten, she approached the woman and said, "Excuse me, have we met? My name is Cassandra, Cassandra Barton."

Lauren turned at the sound of the soft voice addressing her and her eyes widened. The woman before her was tall, blonde and blue eyed with the figure of a fashion model. Her blue silk dress fit her slender body as if made for her (which it had been) and she had the sweetest smile on her face.

"I…I don't think so," she stammered. As the scent of the woman's exotic perfume filled her nostrils, Lauren felt the first stirrings of lust for this enchanting stranger. "I'm Lauren Thompson, pleased to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine, darling," murmured Cassandra, her eyes locked onto Lauren's brown ones feeling as if she was drowning in their warm pools. Gods, she thought, the woman is gorgeous. Where did she come from? Her full lips, high cheekbones and jutting breasts captivated Cassandra, making her pulse pound.

The women stood staring at each other. Lauren finally broke the ice, "I was going to walk in the garden and get some air, would you like to join me?"

"That sounds lovely," said Cassandra brightly. "It is rather stuffy in here."

Soon they were strolling along the gravel paths, the glow of the full moon lighting their way. Not a word passed between them since they had begun to walk, but they continued to turn their heads and smile at each other, pebbles crunching beneath their shoes. Finally, they stopped under the spreading branches of a huge oak tree, turned and faced each other.

To the end of their days, they could never remember which one made the first move. All they could agree on was that they were in each other's arms, locked in a kiss of such intensity that it both thrilled and frightened them. They slowly rubbed their bodies together as their tongues entwined; feeling the arousal building and the spark became a flame.

Breaking their kiss, Lauren gasped, "I want you, Cassie, and I want you now."

"And I want you, Lauren," Cassandra replied in a shaky voice, "My home is just a mile from here. Let's hurry."

Holding hands and laughing, they ran across the lawn toward the parked cars. Lauren leapt into the driver's seat of her jeep crying, "C'mon Cassie, I'm driving. You be the navigator."

Cassandra jumped into the passenger's seat and fastened her seat belt, "Go quickly, darling," she replied. "I can't wait to have you in my bed."

Lauren started the engine and asked, "What about your car? Which one is it?"

"It's the Rolls," Cassandra replied. "I'll send someone around for it. Now drive on, and please hurry."

Lauren laughed, slamming the jeep into gear and roaring down the driveway. "Hang on, babe, I'm about to break some speed limits."

*** 

"Ohhhh, suck them, darling, suck them please," Cassandra moaned as Lauren licked and nibbled on her nipples. Lauren filled her mouth with Cassie's firm flesh, sucking the stiff nubs, trembling with her own need as her lover's delicate hands caressed her back and shoulders.

The drive to Cassie's house was a blur in Lauren's mind. When the gates swung open and her jeep sped down the long, winding driveway, Lauren realized her soon-to-be-lover lived on a vast estate. The mansion was huge, the front doors immense, the winding stairway long; then they were stripping off each other's clothes and rolling in a naked embrace on a canopied bed that encompassed half of the spacious bedroom.

Lauren was determined to lick and suck every inch of Cassie's delicious body, if only to listen to her whimpers and moans. Removing her mouth from Cassie's saliva covered breasts, she licked slowly down her lover's flat belly, teasing the button with her tongue and burying her face in the blonde triangle of hair below.

"Ohhh, please darling, please," Cassie gasped. "Lick me, lick me. I want your tongue in …meeeeee." Her last word became a shriek as Lauren complied with her wishes and clamped her mouth on her lover's wet pussy, sending her tongue deep into the heated crevice, wiggling against the tender pink walls.

"Yes, oh yes, it's so good," Cassie moaned as Lauren's eager mouth slowly drove her mad with passion. She bucked her hips upward, fucking her pussy on Laurens face, feeling her lover's strong hands gripping her ass cheeks as her stabbing tongue danced in her hot cunt.

Cassie's brain exploded in pleasure when Lauren finally nibbled and sucked on her throbbing clit. "Ahhh, Lauren, I'm cummingg," she howled, bucking and thrashing as her orgasms ripped through her. 

Holding Cassie's ass cheeks in an iron grip, she ate her lover to three more orgasms, purring and growling in uncontrollable lust. She couldn't get enough of this woman and would be happy to spend hours between her creamy thighs, eating her pussy as she screamed with pleasure.

"Oohh, no more, please, no more," Cassie cried. Her senses overloading and she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. When she awoke, Lauren had her cradled in her strong arms, her brown eyes gazing at her adoringly. 

"It's about time you woke up, babe," Lauren chuckled. "You've been out for a good five minutes. I went kinda crazy on you, I'm sorry."

"Don't you dare apologize, you wonderful woman," Cassie sighed. "You are a truly marvelous lover. I haven't cum that hard or so often in ages. Where have you been all my life?"

"On the other side of those iron gates," Lauren said teasingly. "But who cares about that, we're together now, that's all that matters."

"Together," Cassie sighed, snuggling against Laurens hard body. "I like the sound of that. Can you stay the night? My chef makes marvelous Eggs Florentine and her muffins are superb."

"I think I'd rather have your muffins," Lauren grinned, her body stretching lazily like a big cat. "But breakfast does sound good…ohhhh, Cassie, yesss," she moaned as her blonde lover slid two fingers into her slick pussy and bit gently on a hard nipple.

"You don't have to…oooohh…," Lauren gasped as Cassie's slim fingers twisted inside her. "I…I came twice while eating you."

"Shush, Lauren," Cassie replied, her thumb rubbing her lovers' engorged clit. "Now you'll see what your Cassie can do."

"My Cassie," Lauren said contentedly. "My Cassie. Oh yessss…fuck me, fuck your Lauren. Make me cum for you."

"My thoughts exactly," Cassie murmured, straddling Lauren. She engulfed a thick, brown nipple in her mouth, rolling her lover's other breast in her hand, pinching the nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Rubbing her juicy pussy on Lauren's firm belly, Cassie sucked and kneaded her partner's firm globes, reveling in the sound of her whimpers and moans.

Cassie's sensuous breast play was driving Lauren insane. Her clit was throbbing, her pussy was creaming and Cassie teasingly ignored her anguished pleas to lick her, lick her. Finally, taking pity on her bronze-skinned lover, Cassie slowly licked her way down Lauren's quivering body, nuzzling the brown pubic hair until her nose filled with the scent of her bedmate's pussy.

Lauren lifted her long legs over Cassie's shoulders, arching her back and offering her steaming slit to her lover's mouth. "You are so mine," Cassie whispered, burrowing her slick tongue deep in Laurens' juicy cunt.

Lauren emitted a lusty scream as Cassie's tongue slithered between her glistening labial lips, caressing the sensitive pink flesh, scooping out mouthfuls of warm honey that she eagerly swallowed. "Ohhhh, baby, you eat so damn good," Lauren cried as Cassie devoured her delicious meal of gooey pussy. Lauren pinched and tugged on her own nipples as Cassie replaced her tongue with three probing fingers and her warm mouth covered the black haired woman's engorged clit.

Cassie nibbled and licked Lauren's clit as she pumped her fingers into her lover's wet pussy. "More, please," Lauren gasped. "Fist me, Cassie, please, I want it so bad."

Cassie hesitated for a moment. She wanted to please Lauren, but did not want to hurt her. Lauren begged her again and Cassie responded. She curled her fingers around her thumb and slowly pushed her fist into her Lauren's pussy. She could feel the muscles relaxing in her lover's slick hole, and then her fist was in up to her forearm, slowly pumping in and out, as Lauren uttered little shrieks of joy.

Lauren's thighs tightened around Cassie's head as her lover's fist drove her to new heights of ecstasy. Cassie had opened her hand, rubbing the wet inner flesh with her knuckles, rolling her hand back and forth, as her thumb rubbed Lauren's G-spot. Then she began to suck on Lauren's clit once again, sending her into an orgasmic frenzy.

"Oh Godd, Cassie, fuck meeee…" Lauren shrieked as her orgasm crashed over her like an ocean wave. Cassie continued to pump and lick her lover's pussy and clit until Lauren fell back on the mattress in a faint. Cassie carefully removed her fist from Lauren's sopping pussy, happily licking the juices from her fingers and cuddling against her satisfied companion.

When Lauren's eyes fluttered open, she saw Cassie lying next to her, her blue eyes looking at her tenderly. "My sweet Cassie," Lauren whispered, reaching out to caress her lovers' face. "How long was I out?"

"Not long," Cassie replied with a smile. Barely stifling a yawn, she continued, "I don't know about you, but I think a little nap is in order. I am exhausted." 

"Come here," Lauren replied, holding out her arms. "I want to fall asleep with you against me."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Cassie sighed, melting into her lover's embrace. In a moment, they were snoring softly, dreaming of the days they would spend together.

***

"Dammit, I told you never to call me on this line, you idiot," Jack Kennelly screamed into his office phone. "Use the number I gave you last week." He slammed the receiver down, seething with rage. Things were falling into place and now this moron wanted to talk on a monitored line. I'm too far into this now to risk being discovered, besides the money's too good, he thought nervously. Responding to a faint warble from his desk drawer, he slid it open, grabbed a nondescript cell phone and began speaking rapidly.

***

Lauren was having a wonderful dream. Her pussy was being licked and sucked with such skill and tenderness she couldn't catch her breath as sensations coursed through her body. Her eyes flew open and she realized it was no dream. She lay naked in a gigantic bed, her legs spread wide with a blonde head nestled in her crotch. A pair of mischievous blue eyes looked up at her as soft hands cupped her ass cheeks, holding her in place as Cassie expertly devoured her pussy.

"Ohhhh, mmmmm, morning sweetie," Lauren sighed, her face breaking into a huge smile. Cassie did not reply, but licked faster until her lover's hips bucked and, with a delighted squeal, filled her mouth with delicious juices, which she eagerly swallowed.

"And good morning to you, darling," Cassie said happily, moving up her lover's body and allowing Lauren to lick her own nectar from her shining face. "That's so much more fun than one of those pesky clock radios, don't you think?"

"Oh yeah," Lauren purred, her strong hands gripping Cassie's slim waist. "Now it's my turn to say good morning." Lifting her slim lover easily, she pulled her wet pussy to her mouth and began to tongue fuck it ferociously; Cassie's mewls of pleasure music to her ears as she ate her once again.

"Yes, darling, yes," Cassie moaned as Lauren's tongue probed into her dripping slit. "I love youuuu… Ahhhhh…" Already aroused from eating her bedmate's pussy, Cassie came almost immediately at the touch of Lauren's tongue, filling her lover's mouth with one more helping of love honey.

Snuggling happily together in the orgasmic afterglow, Lauren's tummy began to growl giving Cassie a fit of the giggles. Voice activating the house intercom system, she ordered the kitchen to prepare breakfast for them and in no time it arrived. Hearing a knock on the door, Lauren moved to cover her naked body, but Cassie simply said, "Come in." 

What the hell, Lauren thought, dropping the sheet and leaning back against the huge padded headboard next to her lover. The door swung open and a middle-aged Asian woman in chef's whites entered carrying a large tray, her face impassive. She placed the tray on the end of the bed, removed two bed tables from the closet and proceeded to serve breakfast. Lauren watched her eyes roaming over her and Cassie's bodies, but the woman acted almost disinterested as she finished serving, bowed and left the room.

"That was Etsu Owada, my chef," Cassie explained as Lauren looked at her quizzically, "I hired her away from the Tokyo Hilton. She is an absolute treasure."

Lauren began devouring her breakfast with her usual gusto, while Cassie lifted small forkfuls of food to her rosebud lips, chewing slowly and carefully. Finishing her meal well ahead of her new lover, Lauren swallowed her coffee and asked "What brought you to Kennelly's little clambake last night? I was there on business; well, sort of, of course now I'm glad I went."

"I feel the same way," Cassie replied, dabbing delicately at her lips with a cloth napkin. "I attended because I thought I might get that stubborn man to see reason and not destroy great-grandfather's building downtown. Then, well, you happened and I forgot why I had gone there."

"Um, Cassie," Lauren said nervously, "Our company has the contract to demolish that block of stores. I was there last night so Kennelly could congratulate me on the contract award. I hope this doesn't change anything between us."

Cassie sipped her coffee thoughtfully for a moment, her pink tongue licking the rim of the cup. Lauren silently cursed the fates that had led her to this amazing woman and then thrown this obstacle in her path. The memory of that tongue wriggling in her pussy was making Lauren wet despite her nervousness. Then Cassie replied softly, "It makes no difference, darling. You are merely an instrument of that man's evil activities." She pushed the bed tray to one side and lay back on the sheets. "Your Cassie would love a kiss from her Lauren," she said with a smile.




Blown Away



"Only one?" Lauren laughed happily. Rolling on top of her lover, their lips and bodies fused together and their passions rose.

***

Five more minutes, Jack Kennelly fumed silently as he sat on a squeaky bar stool, five more minutes and then I'm out of here . Gripping the glass of 

tepid draft beer in his sweaty hands, the City Council member glanced about him nervously. He was confident that no one knew him in this dockside bar, as it catered primarily to sailors fresh off the ships from dozens of nations. What the Hell, probably most of 'em can't even speak English.

"Bluegill, I presume," said a heavily accented voice, jerking him out of his reverie. Kennelly turned to see a swarthy, shabbily dressed man seated on the barstool next to him. "Are you a fisherman?" Kennelly responded to the agreed upon code phrase. "Only in the summer time," the man responded. Reaching into the pocket of his tattered jacket, the man withdrew a bulging brown envelope. Kennelly grabbed it eagerly.

"It is all there," the man muttered, his smile revealing a mouth full of yellowed teeth, "Do you wish to count it?" Kennelly shook his head and shoved the envelope into his sweatshirt, pulling the hood up over his dark brown hair. "Two weeks, here, Bluegill," the man said as he slid from the barstool. "Final payment as agreed." He walked out the open door as Kennelly watched, counting to fifty before he in turn left the bar, striding rapidly towards his SUV.

***

Lauren tried to concentrate on the computer screen as she prepared blast effect schematics for the downtown job, but her thoughts kept returning to her blonde lover. She and Cassie had been going at it hot and heavy for almost a month and the sex was fantastic. Lauren was hopelessly in love with her and she knew Cassie felt the same way. Lauren was still amazed that Cassie had fallen for her, given the fact that they were from two different worlds. When Cassie had casually mentioned that she was the great-granddaughter of the founder of the 'Freddie Fix-it' chain of home improvement stores, Lauren was stunned. At least that explained the mansion, the Rolls, the clothing, everything.

It also explained Cassie's determination to save the building in the block they were to demolish as it once housed her great-grandfathers first hardware store. In spite of her best efforts as Chair of the Historic Preservation Commission to have the building declared a historic structure, the City Council condemned the entire block on a close vote. Council Member Kennelly, in conflict with his previous position on the matter, suddenly became the swing vote in favor of demolition. He had also become, almost overnight, an outspoken proponent of the gigantic condominium project proposed for the site and talked about it incessantly to anyone who would listen.

Lauren felt terrible about being the one who was going to destroy the building her lover had worked so hard to save, but business was business and Cassie did not hold her responsible. Forcing herself to focus on the matter at hand, Lauren began rechecking her field calculations and plugging data into the program when her radio buzzed. "Lauren," she said briskly into the mouthpiece.

"Ms. Thompson, you have a visitor," the radio crackled. The voice belonged to Jerry from the guard shack at the entrance of the secured demolition site. Lauren was puzzled. She wasn't expecting anyone.

"Who is it Jerry?" she asked, mildly irritated that her concentration was broken.

"A pretty blonde lady in a Rolls ragtop, Ms. Thompson, she says she knows you," Jerry replied. "Shall I let her in?"

"Let her through, Jerry," Lauren replied, excited at the prospect of seeing Cassie after almost a week of separation. They had both been so busy, she with setting up the downtown block for demolition, Cassie with her many committees, boards and charitable organizations. Lauren heard Erminitrude's door slam and Cassie's high heels clinking on the metal steps of the operations trailer. Lauren rose from her swivel chair and strode eagerly to the door. As she reached for the knob, the door swung open and Cassie walked into her arms. Lauren hugged her and nuzzled her soft, blonde hair, the smell of her perfume was intoxicating, the supple softness of her slim body arousing.

Cassie's eyes were wet as she felt her lover's strong arms hold her against her firm body, making her feel safe and secure. She buried her face between Lauren's ample breasts, smelling the sweat and lavender soap, wishing she could stay this way forever. Her pink tongue darted out and she tasted her lover's skin after had what seemed an age.

Lauren moaned happily as Cassie's tongue laved between her breasts. Lauren's hands moved to cup Cassie's round buttocks, pulling the slim blonde closer as their hips ground together.

"Did you miss me, darling?" Cassie asked, lifting her head from between Lauren's breasts, her blue eyes ablaze with longing.

"Damn right," Lauren growled, pulling Cassie's face to hers for a passionate kiss.

"I love you, Cassie, and I never want to be parted from you, ever."

"Mmmmm," was Cassie's only response as she slid her tongue in her lover's mouth, rippling along her teeth and gums, twining about Lauren's own slithering tongue.

After several minutes of sensual kisses and caresses, they were fully aroused and eager to make love. Cassie saw a bunk at the far end of the trailer. "Do you think that bed will hold both of us?" she gasped.

"Let's find out," Lauren panted. Releasing her grip, she picked up the radio and flicked the 'talk' switch. "Charlie," she said to her field supervisor, "I'm going to review some calculations for the next hour or so and I don't want to be disturbed." She stifled a moan as Cassie lifted her skirt, revealing her blonde pussy barely concealed by a wispy thong.

"Gotcha, boss lady," was the reply, "Do not disturb, Charlie out."

Lauren's hands were shaking as she unlaced her work boots, yanked down her jeans and pulled off her t-shirt. Cassie had removed her silk business suit, then her lacy bra and lay on the bunk in her thong. She looked at Lauren with lustful blue eyes, her fingers sensuously stroking her breast and pussy.

Cassie thought she would cum just from seeing her bronze-skinned lover strip off her clothes and walk toward her. Her body ached for Lauren's touch and she squealed in pleasure as her lover straddled her on the narrow bunk, holding her between her strong thighs and covering her face with kisses. Cassie's delicate hand slid along Lauren's taut belly, her fingers finding her lover's juicy pussy. Lauren sighed as Cassie's fingers drove deep in her wet slit, twisting against the velvet walls, squishing in the wetness.

Then it was Cassie's turn to sigh in pleasure as Lauren straddled her leg and tore off her thong, her strong fingers sinking between her lover's gooey folds. Gazing into each other's eyes, they began to pleasure each other. 

"Ahhhhh, fuck me, darling, fuck me hard," Cassie cried, hips writhing on her lovers' fingers.

"Ohhhh, Cassie, you fuck so good," Lauren howled, grinding against Cassie's hand.

Gasping and moaning, their bunched fingers rubbed against soft, pink walls, thumbs pressing on each other's clits. Lauren felt her climax surge as Cassie's fingers twisted deep within her gushing pussy. Cassie's hips bucked as she rode Lauren's fingers to a massive orgasm.

"Oooooh, My Goddd," Cassie screamed, her cunt gushing on Lauren's hand as her orgasms racked her slim body.

"Yeesss, Cassie, fuck meeee," Lauren wailed, her pussy releasing waves of cum as she climaxed repeatedly on Cassie's fingers.

Whimpering and panting, the lovers slowly withdrew from each other. Happily licking the warm juices from their hands as they lay on the narrow bunk, their sweaty bodies pressed together. "My Lauren," Cassie finally spoke in a voice charged with emotion, "I've missed you so this week." 

"I missed you too, Cassie," Lauren replied. "There isn't a moment that I don't think of you." 

Cassie nibbled on Laurens neck as she purred in delight, tilting her head to give her lover greater access as she licked the hollow of her throat. "I almost forgot what I came here to tell you, darling," Cassie murmured, "I think Kennelly was bribed to vote against saving great-grandfathers store."

"How do you know that?" Lauren asked, Cassie's tongue sending shivers through her body.

"I have been making inquiries at City Hall," Cassie replied, sighing as Lauren's strong hands kneaded her tight buttocks. "Several of the Council Members admitted to me in strict confidence that they had been solicited to secure their 'yes' vote on the downtown project. All of them that I spoke to said they had refused, even when offered large sums of money. All that did vote 'yes' did so on principle. I was never able to speak to Council Member Kennelly, however. He was always busy with something or other.

"That made me curious, so I made some additional inquiries. He is heavily in debt. He just bought that huge house. How could he afford that on a Council Member's salary? Anyway, he has made several large deposits into his bank accounts over the last months; his vote was opposite to his previously stated position…that made me suspicious.

"I spoke with a friend of mine in the District Attorney's office about my suspicions. I also told her what I had learned. She agreed to open a case file on the matter and assured me they would move quickly if they determine that something inappropriate is going on." 

"My sexy detective," Lauren murmured, the heat of her lover's body arousing her once more. "I want you again, c'mere."

Shifting on the bunk Lauren spread her legs, pulling Cassie's pussy against her. They kissed hungrily as their slick pussy lips slid together, their clits rubbing together until shuddering climaxes racked their bodies. Satiated, they lay back on the damp sheets, savoring the aftermath of orgasmic bliss.

***

Jack Kennelly stormed past his bewildered secretary, barking "No calls!" and slamming his office door shut behind him. He flung his suit jacket at the coat rack and sat heavily in his leather chair. Mopping the sweat from his face with a monogrammed handkerchief, he groped in his desk drawer for his contact cell phone. Punching in a phone number, he snarled in frustration as the call went to a messaging service. He slammed the phone on the desk, rose from his chair and began to pace back and forth like a caged tiger.

"What the fuck is going on?" he muttered to himself. "I had this deal sewn up; now the wheels are coming off." It had all begun with a casual comment from another Council Member when he arrived at City Hall that morning. Judy Fletcher had asked him if Cassandra Barton had been to see him yet about his vote on the downtown demolition project.

"You know, Jack," she had said in a subdued voice, "I was approached by a person who tried to bribe me for my 'yes' vote. I told Ms. Barton and she seemed very interested. I know she has spoken to other Council members as well. She is determined to save her great-grandfather's store from being demolished and I agree with her…uh, Jack, where are you going…?" she had called to his retreating back.

"She knows something, that Barton bitch knows something," Kennelly continued to mutter to himself. "I'm gettin' that big final payment from the fisherman early and skippin' town. Let that high-maintenance old lady of mine deal with everything." He picked up the cell phone from his desk and began punching in the phone number again.

***

"There he is, that hateful man," Cassie whispered in Lauren's ear as they stood in the alley next to the Sailors Rest Bar and Grill. They watched Council Member Jack Kennelly climb out of a nondescript SUV, look nervously about and stride into the bar with easy familiarity. "Let's get a closer look darling, but I don't want him to see us. The little mouse might run and we'll never catch him."

Lauren grinned as she followed Cassie from their hiding place, carefully peering in the bar's window. She knew that Cassie appeared airy and sophisticated, being raised in a wealthy home with every luxury; but her sweetheart was smart, resourceful and an excellent amateur detective, which made Lauren love her even more. She was along purely to protect her in case of trouble, letting Cassie determine what to do next.

The women watched carefully as Kennelly and a swarthy stranger wearing a faded jacket and ripped blue jeans spoke to each other in an agitated manner. Seated at a table in a corner of the room, no one paid attention despite their escalating argument. Finally, Kennelly rose from the table, his face red with anger, and stormed out the front door of the bar. Lauren and Cassie quickly ducked back in the alley to avoid discovery and watched as he roared off.

Cassie peered around the corner and said softly. "Here comes that man Kennelly was talking to, I want to speak with him."

"Let's have him up for tea," Lauren grinned. As the man passed the opening, Lauren grabbed him by his collar, pulled him into the alley and pushed his face against the wall, twisting his right arm behind him. "The lady has a few questions for you, slimebucket," she growled, pulling him around to face Cassie.

"Now, my good man," Cassie said in a conversational tone, "I would like to know what you were discussing with our City Council member just now."

"Are…are you police? I want lawyer," the man muttered, struggling in Lauren's iron grip.

"Please answer my question," Cassie replied, "otherwise my associate will inflict great bodily harm."

Lauren twisted the man's arm upwards as he howled in pain. "Answer the lady, maggot, or I'll rip it off."

"I talk, I talk, what do you want to know?" the man gasped as Lauren relaxed her hold. 

"Let us begin with why you and Mr. Kennelly were meeting here today", Cassie began, grinning at Lauren in satisfaction.

***

"What's the deal on the special Council meeting today?" One court clerk asked another as they drank their coffee in the City Hall cafeteria.

"The way I heard it," her companion replied, "Cassandra Barton requested the meeting. And what the Barton's want, they get. Besides, I also heard there's a big scandal brewing about that downtown redevelopment project."

"Tell me more," her friend replied, "every juicy detail…"

***

Jack Kennelly wiped his brow as he sat on the dais with the other Council members as Chairperson Martha Conway called the meeting to order. The room was filled with reporters and curious citizens, all engaged in a low buzz of conversation. His mind churning furiously as to what this could be about, he stiffened in surprise as Cassandra Barton stepped up to the podium and began to speak. "City Council Members and citizens," she began. "I requested this meeting today to inform you that conclusive proof exists that there is bribery and corruption involved with the downtown redevelopment project…"

Kennelly looked nervously about him as Cassandra continued to speak, the blood pounding in his temples drowning out her words. Then all eyes turned to him as she said, "…and therefore I ask that the decision to demolish the city block downtown be nullified as it was tainted by Council Member Kennelly's corrupted vote."

***

Seated in the front row next to the podium, Lauren grinned as Cassie described in detail how an international crime cartel bribed Council Member Kennelly for his vote on the downtown redevelopment project. Cassie had received permission from the District Attorney's office to confront Kennelly in open council session before his arrest. The man they interrogated outside the bar had been very talkative once in protective custody. He had no desire to face his superiors or deportation, so he confessed all he knew. The District Attorney's office and the Police Department moved rapidly and arrests were continuing all over the city. 

Lauren had shut down operations at the demolition site at Cassie's request. She had taken her dad home, dismissed the crew and locked the gates, leaving the security guards on duty. Good thing too, Lauren thought, as they had placed the final charges in the buildings that very morning. All that remained was hooking up the fuse wiring, and then with the flick of a few switches, the entire block would implode into a pile of rubble.

Her reverie ended abruptly as Council Member Kennelly stood up and began to rave about a political vendetta, unsubstantiated charges and a possible libel suit. Cassie was unmoved at the display and stood silently at the podium as the Chair gaveled for order. It was too late; the room erupted in a melee of reporters and citizens speaking excitedly into their cell phones and camera crews rushing to transmit tape of Kennelly's tirade to their stations. Then the reporters and cameras turned their attention to Cassie who stood beaming at the podium with Lauren standing next to her, a strong arm curled protectively around her waist. In the commotion, no one noticed as Kennelly darted out a side door.

Lauren stood glowering at the jabbering reporters, admiring how smoothly Cassie answered their questions. Then something occurred to her. "Cassie," she asked, "where's Kennelly? How come they're not interviewing him?"

"I don't know, darling," Cassie replied. "I suppose the little mouse scurried off into his hole…oh my, do you think…?"

"Oh crap," Lauren cried, "the blast site. C'mon Cassie, we gotta move. Now."

Practically lifting her lover off the ground, Lauren charged through the crowd of reporters like a running back with the goal posts in sight. Bursting through the doors, they ran for the parking lot. Lauren's jeep being hemmed in by a TV news van, they ran for Cassie's Rolls.

"I'm so sorry to treat you like this, my girl," Cassie said as she started the engine and backed out of the parking space, "but we have to stop that awful man."

"Wahooo," Lauren hollered as Cassie floored the accelerator pedal and the huge car lurched forward, engine roaring and tires squealing.

"Hang on, darling," Cassie cried, "I'm about to put Erminitrude through her paces."

***

Jack Kennelly wiped the sweat from his face, eyes stinging as he attempted to hook up the maze of wires that ran from the explosives in the buildings to the detonator panel. He had lost precious time distracting the guards, tripping the perimeter alarms along the block, and then forcing his way through the main gate. He knew he didn't have much time before someone figured out where he was and what he might be doing. Swearing under his breath, he began to twist the wires together and hook them to the connectors. This is easy; he thought red-to-red, blue-to-blue, green-to…

***

Tires spitting gravel, Cassie spun the steering wheel as the massive car charged through the main gate onto the blast site, five police cars following close behind. Lauren clung to the dashboard and armrest with an iron grip, hooting and hollering. She'd never gone that fast in a Rolls-Royce convertible before, hell, she'd never gone that fast in any car before. Cassie must have been going over a hundred on the parkway and barely slowed down on the surface streets, collecting traffic cops as a dog draws fleas. When they saw the car and the 'CB-1' vanity plate, they fell in behind as Cassie drove rapidly and expertly through the city traffic.

"Head for that sandbag wall, babe," Lauren cried, seeing Kennellys' SUV parked there. "I'll bet he's trying to set off the charges, we gotta stop him." 

Before Erminitrude had come to a halt, Lauren was out of the car and running for the detonator panel behind the sandbags, but it was gone. "Where the hell did it go?" she muttered as Cassie ran towards her, calling her name and pointing towards a nearby building. Then she saw where Cassie was pointing. It was Kennelly, squatting down next to one of the buildings, the panel in his hands, detonator wires streaming from it. She stepped from behind the sandbags and began to move towards the crouching man.




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"Wait," Cassie cried, catching up to Lauren. "I'm going with you."

"Get back behind those sandbags," Lauren barked, "If that loony flips the wrong switch, the whole block goes up. Who knows how the fuck he wired that panel anyway. If those charges go off out of sequence…" She broke into a run, Cassie right on her heels.

"I said go back behind the sandbags, Cassie," Lauren hollered over her shoulder, "It's too dangerous, you could get killed."

"Then we'll die together," Cassie replied, drawing even with Lauren as they ran. "It's together or nothing."

Both women stopped a short distance from where Kennelly was now leaning against the side of a building. He still clung to the detonator panel, a wild look in his eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing with those detonators, Kennelly?" Lauren said, her voice shaking with rage. "Drop that panel and give yourself up. You'll do some jail time, but you'll still be alive. Don't be a fool."

"There's nothing left for me now," Kennelly raved. "You bitches ruined it all. I was so close. Now you can kiss your precious buildings goodbye. I'll see you both in hell." He began to flip switches, laughing hysterically.

"Cassie, get down!" Lauren screamed diving for the sandy ground, pulling her lover with her and covering her with her body.

WHUMP! WHUMP! THOOOMM!

Lauren covered Cassie's head with her arms as the implosion charges in the building fired out of sequence, collapsing the buildings wall outward instead of inward, instantly engulfing Kennelly in a cloud of dust and falling bricks. Battered by the shock waves and flying fragments, Lauren clung desperately to Cassie, trying to protect her from the lethal rain of masonry. 

Then it was over. Lauren stood on shaky legs, cut and bleeding. She lifted Cassie from the ground and held her in her arms while the slim blonde buried her face in her chest and sobbed "Oh, my love, I thought we were going to die."

Kennelly was nowhere in sight, buried under the pile of debris. Lauren saw the EMS techs and the police running towards them and lifted Cassie's dirt stained face from her chest. "It's all right now," she said soothingly, kissing her and grinning in response to Cassie's weak little smile. "It's all right now."

***

"I need just a dab right here, darling," Cassie said teasingly, pointing to the erect nipple on her glistening breast.

"You mean right here?" Lauren replied, rubbing Cassie's nipple between her lotion covered finger and thumb until she moaned softly. Then she lay back on the blanket, closed her eyes and let the soft tropical breeze caress her naked body. They had been teasing each other unmercifully since they had arrived at the Barton's private beach compound in the Caribbean.

Then she felt Cassie's soft hand caress her thigh and a surge of desire coursed through her body. A low moan escaped her as her lover's slick fingers slid lightly on her pussy lips. She felt Cassie move on the blanket and opened her eyes. Her lover was leaning over her, blue eyes glazed with lust, her blonde hair hanging about her face. Lauren shivered as Cassie's lips met hers in a burning kiss that rivaled the intensity of their first one, one Lauren would never forget.

Tearing her mouth away from her lover's, Cassie whispered, "I want to fuck you, darling. I want you to cum in my mouth."

"Take me, my Cassie, your Lauren wants you to take her now." Lauren sighed, spreading her legs as Cassie began to suck on her stiff nipples, the gentle breeze from the ocean cool against her aching pussy. Lauren gasped as Cassie's slim fingers parted her slick labial lips, swirling about in her glistening cunt, sliding easily in the wetness.

Lauren's back arched off the blanket as Cassie sucked in a mouthful of breast flesh and began to pump her fingers in her lover's steaming pussy. "Oh yessss…" Lauren moaned as Cassie's thumb found her throbbing clit, stroking it as it emerged from its silken hood.

Lauren sobbed with desire as Cassie's soft lips and tongue traveled slowly down her belly, licking and nibbling, her lover's fingers pumping faster in her hot slit.

Her sobs became little shrieks as Cassie's mouth replaced her thumb on her clit, her delicate fist plunging deep into Lauren's pussy, each stroke sending ripples of ecstasy through her body.

"Yes, Cassie, yes," Lauren shrieked as her orgasm raged through her, "Fuck me, fuck meeee…" Her hips twisting off the blanket, Lauren thrust herself onto Cassie's plunging fist, feeling it bump her cervix as she flooded her lover's hand and arm with warm cum. Cassie continued to pump and lick her lover to more orgasms until she collapsed on the blanket, mewling softly, her brown eyes unfocused.

Cassie sat back on her heels, sliding her fist delicately from Lauren's quivering cunt, her pink tongue licking daintily at her cum covered hand. She lay next to Lauren and hugged her until her breathing slowed and she began to recover.

Lauren groaned and stretched, her muscles rippling under her bronze skin. Rising to her hands and knees, she looked into Cassie's blue eyes and purred, "Roll over, beautiful, I want to make love to your ass." Cassie turned on her belly, drawing her knees under her. She thrust her firm ass cheeks high in the air, trembling with anticipation. She felt Lauren's hot breath on her puckered hole and gasped as her lover's warm tongue rimmed her, strong fingers pulling her cheeks apart to allow the wiggling wet muscle greater access.

Sucking and nibbling, Lauren ate Cassie's asshole with an animalistic fervor. She knew how much her lover enjoyed ass play, so she sank her stiff tongue past Cassie's relaxed sphincter muscle. Cassie mewed with pleasure as Lauren's tongue swabbed inside her ass, then squealed as two of her lover's fingers slid into her sopping pussy. Cassie spread her legs to allow her lover greater access to her cunt and began to thrust her ass into Lauren's face, impaling herself on the stabbing tongue, riding the plunging fingers.

Lauren's tongue began to ache, so she replaced it in with two saliva-coated fingers, sinking them in up to the palm and wiggling them about. At the same time, she added two more fingers to those already in her lover's pussy, pumping rapidly as she sucked and licked on Cassie's ass cheeks.

Cassie thought she would go mad with pleasure as her lover's fingers filled her holes, while her wet tongue laved her tender ass. Reaching underneath her, Cassie's fingers found her throbbing clit and began to rub it furiously. She could feel her orgasm rising through her body and she began to shiver.

Lauren felt Cassie tremble and knew she was close to cumming. She began to fist her lover's pussy and added a third finger in her asshole. "Oh God, Lauren, I'm cumminggg…" Cassie shrieked, her sticky cum flowing from her sopping pussy onto Lauren's arm, chest and legs. Lauren continued to pump in and out of her lover's holes until Cassie collapsed on the blanket, her eyes rolling back in her head as she gasped for air.

Lauren clasped Cassie's trembling body, crooning soothingly until her lover calmed. When Cassie's blue eyes met hers, Lauren asked, "How was that? Well worth the wait, don't you think?"

"Oh my yes," Cassie sighed, giving Lauren a tender kiss. "I'm so happy I met you at that dreadful party."

As they lay together in the warm sun, Lauren's mind drifted back to the aftermath of the failed attempt by Kennelly to destroy Cassie's great-grandfathers building. He couldn't even get that right, she thought ruefully. In his haste to destroy the block and the building Cassie had worked so hard to save, Kennelly had only damaged part of one of the structures. His inexperienced wiring efforts failed to set off most of the charges, so the rest of the buildings remained intact. It had taken over a day of careful digging to find what was left of his body.

The proposed condominium project had turned out to be an elaborate money-laundering scheme by an international crime cartel. Their plan exposed, the criminals had scattered in all directions, the authorities in hot pursuit. Lauren was pleased, no matter what the outcome. Cassie's beloved building survived and her happiness was what mattered to Lauren.

A thought had been stirring in Lauren's mind since they had arrived at the retreat, now she would act on it. She sat up, gazed at the rolling waves and said softly "Cassie, will you be my partner? Until death, do us part?"

Cassie sat up and hugged Lauren tightly, her eyes brimming with tears. "Oh yes, my darling, I would be honored." She laughed happily, "We are so in tune, my love. I was planning to ask you the same thing over dinner. Etsu is preparing her fabulous seafood medley and…"

Lauren cut her off with a passionate kiss, growling, "First we need to work up an appetite." 

"Let's start with an appetizer," Cassie replied throatily. She straddled Lauren's face and dipped her head between her bronze thighs, pressing her face in her lover's wet pussy. Lauren gripped Cassie's ass and pulled her pussy to her mouth, licking and sucking as her lover returned the favor. Feasting eagerly on each other, they sucked on each other's clits until they dissolved in waves of ecstasy.

Laughing excitedly, Cassie stood up and helped Lauren to her feet. Hand in hand, they ran into the gently rolling waves, their bodies slipping gracefully through the emerald water.

For the rest of their life together, they would always remember this time, this place as the moment when their life together truly began. Two souls forever united under the warm tropical sun.



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Tonight I am feeling every inch of the distance between us and I am aching to have you near. I am sitting in my chair with my eyes closed and my hands rubbing gently at the skin of my belly as I think about how much I want you and what precisely I want to do with you. Do you want to play along? How about if you get naked and get some lube to slick your cock up nice and wet for me so that you can lay back and imagine that I am doing all of the things that I am going to tell you about as you stroke your cock for me.

I'm going to give you a long slow blow job. I lay you down on your back in the middle of your bed with your legs spread wide. I run my hands up your legs as I crawl between your outstretched thighs and trail my fingers over that tender flesh where your leg meets your torso. I bend down and brush my lips tenderly over that oh so kissable soft sweet skin and poke my tongue out to graze it gently over your skin as I nibble at your flesh with my lips. I haven't even touched your cock yet but it is starting to wake up anyway. I watch it out of the corner of my eye as it starts to fill and thicken. I continue to kiss your skin and stroke my hands up and down your thighs with a firm yet gentle pressure. My lips slowly move from your groin to your belly and I continue to kiss your skin and lick at it with tiny strokes of my tongue.

I hear you groan from deep in your belly and that is my cue to turn my attention to your cock as it sits proudly in from of me. I take the shaft in my hand near the bottom and cup your balls with my other hand. I pull the shaft up slowly and push it back against your belly so that I have access to your tender balls. I nuzzle into that petal soft skin and I smile against it as I hear you groan your impatience. My tongue reaches out and starts to lap at your balls and toy with your testicles in their little bags...tossing them back and forth gently. The hair which lightly covers your balls tickles my tongue and it makes me giggle a bit but I keep up with my gentle torture and lap gently at your balls for a long time. Finally when you begin to growl deep in your throat I know it is time to give you the greater stimulation that you crave.

The hand that is holding your cock has been gently gliding up and down your shaft as my mouth was busily engaged elsewhere and as I lift my head to bring my attention higher I bring my tongue out and lick with my whole tongue all the way up your cock from root to tip. I repeat until the whole circumference of your cock has been covered with my tongue and then I swirl my tongue firmly around the head of your cock and slowly begin to accept you into my mouth. The feel of your cock with its spongy mushroom shaped head combined with the soft as silk skin on your shaft makes me dizzy with desire. I raise and lower my head in a confident rhythm and even as I do that my tongue is pressing and weaving around your cock, finding all of the sweet spots that make you clench your fists and tighten your mouth in an effort not to beg for release.

I love getting these responses from you. You are an incredibly satisfying person to pleasure because you show me how I am affecting you. I love that about you. I never have to wonder or worry about whether I am doing it right because every touch and caress shows in your face and body as if you were writing a book. 

I return my attention to your cock and begin to alternate movements. Sucking your cock into my mouth as deep as I can get it until my gag reflex kicks in I give gentle suction and a full range of motion as I bob up and down your cock. My hands cup and caress your balls and I press the knuckle of my pointer finger into your taint to put pressure on your prostate. When my jaw starts to ache I pull off your cock and start to gently suck the skin on the sides of your shaft into my mouth and slide my head down your shaft. Again I do this several times around the whole of your cock and when my jaw is sufficiently recovered I again rise to the head of your cock to suck you deep into my mouth.

I love the feel of your cock stretching my mouth open. I love the way it feels as it slides down my tongue and bumps at the back of my mouth. I even love when I occasionally gag on your cock as I try to take it deeper then my mouth is accustomed to. I love to worship your cock and present it to you as a gift from me. When I have you in my mouth I am at my most vulnerable...but then again so are you. I take my time with sucking and nibbling you. Neither you nor I are in any hurry and so we just enjoy this symbiotic pleasure as you fill my mouth with your cock over and over again. 

I take your hands and put them up on my head and I see you grin. You know what I want now don't you babe? You begin arching gently into my mouth. You take such care of me even in this and I adore you for it but I tap your hand slightly as your signal that I am ready to have you push me to my limits. Your strokes into my mouth are stronger and I gag a few times as you push against the back of my throat. I wish I could say that I can deep throat with ease but I haven't mastered that skill quite yet. I am more than willing to practice with you until I get it right though and perhaps that is worth even more than proficiency.

Your strokes into my mouth are losing their smooth rhythm and I feel that slight jerk and a tiny swelling that is my warning that you are about to come. I push you deep into my mouth just as your cock starts to pulse and as I swallow down the warm jets of come that you have given me I feel like I have been branded. I am yours babe. Now and forever.



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Carrie Underwood leant back in the plush leather seats of the rented limo and peeked out of the tinted windows to look at the large centre that was hosting 'The X-Factor' on Fox. She smiled at the sight of how many people had turned up for the show. It was long past the audition period and tonight, Carrie was here as a special guest performer. She did have the liberty of performing a duet with anyone who wanted to approach her but as she tucked some blonde strands of hair behind her ear, she was currently just waiting to play a few of her songs as a medley in the last part of the show. 

As the car pulled around to the side to a hidden area where Carrie would be smuggled into the arena, her phone beeped to life with a text message. The signature tone meant it came from her husband and current Nashville Predators centre right player, Mike Fisher. Smiling already, she fished her phone out of her handbag and read the text message. 

'Hey beautiful, how's the ride?'

Licking her peach coloured lips, she thought on an answer before jabbing at the screen of her phone.

'Boring so far. Just turned up at the arena. Looking forward to seeing Simon again! xxx'

The little text bubble under her message changed from 'sent' to 'read' and then Mike started to tap up a response.

'Looking forward to seeing Simon Cowell? I thought you were crazy when you married me, now I know it's true! :P'

That made the Oklahoma native laugh out loud, she was about to tap out a response when the limo pulled to a stop. Removing what she had typed and changing it, Carrie sent the text away with a smile.

'lol! I'm at the show now, call you tonight?'

'Sounds good, love you hun.'

'Love you too baby xxx.' Carrie then locked the screen and dumped the phone into her handbag as the door was opened for her. Lifting herself out of the limo, Carrie smiled at her driver and thanked him, subtly slipping him a ten dollar tip. Waiting by the double doors was Simon Cowell and Nicola, a woman Carrie recognised instantly as his personal assistant. Gone was the typical tight black sweatshirt and jeans the general public was used to seeing Simon in, now he was dressed in a suit while missing the tie with the top couple of buttons undone revealing a pretty impressive bush of chest hair.

"There's my favourite star!" Simon said, oozing his typical charisma as he stepped forward to greet her.

"Simon!" Carrie smiled enthusiastically as she moved forward quickly and embraced him in a passionate hug. She could smell his expensive, intoxicating aftershave and if she was in any other sort of mood she may have even found it arousing but having just texted her husband that thought never even entered her mind.

"All ready for tonight?" Simon asked, releasing her from the hug as Nicola opened the door to the inside of the venue and held it open for the two of them. They both thanked the petite woman as they made idle chit chat making their way inside towards the main stage portion of the arena. Her pretty eyes flicked over the stage and it all looked tremendously familiar from her last couple of tours. The sound of metal hitting metal as the stage was assembled, the steady 'One, two. One, two.' of a roadie tapping against the microphone and then the lights flashing on and off to ensure that the live show would look professional and also be ready to launch for the televised show tonight.

What was new in Carrie's eyes at least, was the handful of nervous collection of people loitering near the front of the stage. The smile remained on her face as she observed the four groups of contestants: teens, young adults, groups and the over twenty fives. Carrie smiled fondly on that last group, if she had been performing tonight then she would be over there with them. She didn't mean to persecute, but her eyes seemed to focus on that group, there was a small dumpy African American woman with the most impossibly long hair and a flowing red dress chatting to a handsome enough tall blonde man with deep, piercing green eyes that were temporarily hidden by a set of stylish eye glasses.

"Those the contestants?" She asked, her right hand coming up and gesturing to the collection of people who were chatting near the judges table, the over twenty fives Carrie had taken an interest in. Simon followed her hand and nodded his head.

"Yes, the groups." He pointed them out. "Teens." His hand glided over them. "Young adults and then the over twenty fives." He turned to face her and studied her, him putting on his best poker face as he studied the beautiful young woman. "You rooting for any of them?"

"Me? Oh no, I'm just interested in who's performing tonight." Her eyes caught Simon's stare and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not! I just want to see who'll work well with me tonight."

"Well, I know the over twenty fives are a little light on numbers. Maybe one of them would be interested in getting to know you?" A slight smirk appeared on the side of the older British man. "Well, I've got things to do. Nicola will be around if you need anything. Break a leg beautiful." He said with a smile, planting a soft kiss of the side of Carrie's cheek which she happily reciprocated and returned.

With that, Simon moved away and disappeared to a selection of staff and various other people asking him a thousand questions at once. Carrie smiled and shook her head, she always wondered if she had never applied for American Idol maybe she would have been one of those people asking him those questions. The black haired man disappeared into the arena and the blonde haired singer superstar was left to her own devices. Smiling to herself, she spun on her flat shoes and looked at the selection of people. She wasn't sure if it was the fact that there was so many people with the groups section or the fact that she would have next to nothing in common with the younger selection of people but Carrie felt herself drawn to the over twenty fives.

Suddenly, all of the grace Carrie had possessed earlier had fallen away from her as if talking to Simon had made her the same awkward person she was when she was first auditioning for American Idol. As she approached the group of over twenty fives, the conversation they were having fell away to a stunned silence as they spotted Carrie walking over to them.

Smiling from ear to ear, Carrie waved and extended her hand for them to shake.

"Well hi! I'm Carrie!"

"Hi, I'm Janice." The small woman said, her lips parting into a wide smile to shake her hand. Carrie shook her hand eagerly and nodded her head, committing the woman's name to memory. 

She then turned to face the only guy in the immediate area. It was now Carrie had a good chance to admire him. He was fairly well built, it looked like he had been hitting the gym a lot recently and had the look of a tennis player with strong forearms. His blonde hair was trimmed fairly short, just above the top of his spine and he had a darkened goatee that looked a lot like Robert Downey Junior's in the recent spat of Marvel movies. 

"Hi, I'm Hugh."

"Hugh? Nice to meet you! How are we feeling today? Nervous?" She asked, a trademark smile still plastered on her face as she looked at the older group of contestants.

"Naw not really. It's just like singing in front of the judges at their houses. We'll be fine right Hugh?" Janice said confidently, playfully punching Hugh on his shoulder. The man didn't seem so sure but smiled, and nodded his head. Carrie crooked a perfectly styled eyebrow but nodded her head and said her goodbyes, moving on to meet the other contestants. However, as she met everyone who were all so eager to chat to her, her eyes kept flitting over to Hugh who would occasionally catch her eyes, blush adorably and then avert his gaze.

Carrie really liked him and as she was whisked away to make up and hair, the singer and star of the show had her iPhone in her hands and was instantly on Youtube looking for videos of him performing during the show to see his performing style. He had some gravel to his voice and Carrie liked that, if he had just enough of a growl it could drop an octave or two and send shivers up and down a woman's spine and with Carrie it was no different. If it wasn't for the ring on her right ring finger, the blonde singer may well have started writhing on the spot.

There was the usual small talk from the make-up people that Carrie wasn't exactly put off by but she had heard the usual pitter patter of conversation a million times before from all of the usual make up people in the business, she smiled and responded with the usual responses while studying her reflection in the mirror. Thankfully, Carrie was naturally smart as she was naturally beautiful and could respond to the chatting while her mind scrolled through an imaginary jukebox to see what would work with the gravel in Hugh's voice. 

Her lips curled into a smile when she thought about 'Leather and Lace' from Fleetwood Mac. Deciding she would go and find one of the stage managers and ask if she could duet with Hugh, he was the only one who really grabbed her attention and she thought that the two of them could look pretty great on the stage.

"And Hugh is super cute isn't he?" One of the make up girls said as she applied a light shade of blush to Carrie's cheek. Her eyes met Carrie's and the singing superstar was forced into an answer.

"He is pretty cute!" Carrie said with a wide grin as she answered the girl. However, the second she said that it was as if she felt a burning on her ring finger where her wedding ring resided. Did she really find him that attractive? Her eyes moved down to the impressive jewel and instantly she felt ashamed. Being from Oklahoma, and despite being nowhere near the Bible belt of America, Carrie's parents had been incredibly religious and they were in church for every Sunday. Carrie had always been taught to be a God fearing child and while her church attendance had started to drop down, the ten commandments were hammered into her mind and she still lived to a very Christian principality. Naturally, that meant being adulterous never even approached her mind but with someone as attractive as Hugh it certainly did start to creep up into her mind...

No! She couldn't think like that and she certainly wouldn't as she was hours away from going live on the Fox network when her husband would be watching as well! She smiled and nodded her head as one last blast of hair spray landed on a strand of hair keeping it in a fashionable curl at the front of her face. Thanking the cosmetics team, Carrie climbed out of the chair and found herself walking in the middle of a near empty corridor. A small woman in a black staff uniform was walking up the hall with a clipboard in her hands checking it off as she walked. Her eyes flicked up and spotted Carrie and the poor girl damn near jumped out of her skin.

"Miss Underwood! Is everything okay with you?" She asked, obviously having been briefed as to look after the VIP. The blonde woman smiled and nodded her head, before looking around.

"It's fine thanks," Her eyes then looked at the girls name badge. "Sophie. Can you tell me where Hugh is?"

Sophie thought for it a moment, before studying Carrie's face again.

"Hugh? Hugh Irving who's performing tonight?" The nod from Carrie confirmed it and pushed Sophie's nose down and into the clipboard only this time, her left index finger came up and jabbed against it. Nodding her head, she looked up and smiled at Carrie.

"He's down the hall and is the second door on the left." Sophie said, gesturing towards just where Hugh was going to be. Carrie thanked her and shook her hand before walking down towards where Hugh was. As her heels clicked against the floor and she got closer to where Hugh was, there was almost a feel of butterflies in her stomach as it felt like she was nervous to approach him. It couldn't have been about the arousing thoughts she had had for him earlier could it?

Shaking her head in dismissal, she reached his door and could hear him warming up. Smiling, she moved forward and pressed her right ear against the door, listening to him working his vocal chords. Moving back, she could almost feel her cheeks blushing as she started to wonder if she was crushing on him. Her right hand came up and her manicured fingers made a fist to rap against his dressing room door.

"Just a minute!"

Gosh! If she had to wait even longer, Carrie may have started to entertain something a little more sordid than what she would have normally thought on. Thankfully, she didn't have to think on it for too long as the door to Hugh's dressing room opened and Carrie was greeted with a shirtless Hugh with a thin film of sweat over his body. Her right thumb instantly went to the wedding ring and started to almost massage it as she tried to push the enticing image in front of her out of her mind.

"Carrie? Hey! Uh... Come in?" He said, almost asking that last part as he stepped aside and extended his arm to guide her in.

Carrie smiled and walked past her, murmuring a 'Thank you' as she tried to hide the blush in her cheeks. Stepping inside, Carrie looked around and all the memories of being where Hugh was seemed to rush back to her. The nostalgia almost knocked her clean off of her feet as she spun around on her feet and looked at the inside of the small locker room.

To say the room was appealing would be a lie in the weakest sense of the word. There were the inside of bricks exposed and the walls were painted in a ghastly yellow that would have represented the colours of the basketball team that used to claim the arena as their home arena. Mercifully, there was a window. However, a spider had claimed one of the corners of the window as a home and a big, thick and wide cobweb was painted in the corner. She must have been projecting the disgust as Hugh picked up on it and laughed lightly.

"Not what you're used to?"

Carrie smiled at him and did her best not to wrinkle her nose any more.

"Not exactly. It all looks familiar though. I guess they haven't got around to hiding the cracks with green screen yet?" She asked, pointing a hand towards the corner. 

"I guess? To be honest, all of this is brand new to me. I used to work in a paediatrician's office back home in Toledo..." He then looked down and must have realised he was shirtless. "... You didn't come to see me shirtless. Let me put on a shirt."

"No!" She almost sounded desperate for him to keep his shirt off and a part of her actually was eager to see more of his torso but she quickly recovered and shook her head. "No, it's fine don't worry." She chewed on her bottom lip and quickly stopped nibbling on it to make sure that her make up wasn't ruined. There was a lingering silence in the room as the two looked at each other awkwardly. Carrie did feel awful about letting it be so quiet since she was still trying to sneak a glance at his torso. 

"So I'm guessing you didn't come to just stand around and talk to a shirtless guy?" Hugh said, his hands stuffing themselves into the pockets of his jeans.

"No, no I didn't. I've been a big fan of your stuff on the show and I wanted to ask you something. Do you want to do a duet tonight?" She asked, her fingers being occupied by twisting a strand of her blonde hair. If she could see herself, she would have rolled her eyes at the sight. She looked like she was back in high school! Still, she had asked now and there was no way she could take it back. However, much to Carrie's pleasure Hugh had a wide grin on his face as he nodded his head enthusiastically. 

"You like that idea?" Carrie said, a big grin on her face as she almost awkwardly reverted back to her old high school form.

"I love it! You really want to duet with me?"

"For sure! I think we'd work well together! You should totally introduce me too!" Carrie said with a grin, stepping forward and pressing her hand against Hugh's toned forearm. She held it there for a little longer than should have been acceptable before she caught herself and removed her hand. She kept the smile on her face but managed to chew her bottom lip slowly.

"So what should we do?" He asked, looking at her and not admitting just how much he enjoyed the contact of Carrie's skin against his. 

"Well, I thought we could do some Fleetwood Mac? Have you heard the song Leather and Lace?" She asked, chewing on her lip while looking at him, hoping he had. She knew the last thing he would need before a live show was to have to panic and learn a brand new song, hours before the show.

"I love Fleetwood Mac!" All of her fears were taken away as she sighed and let her shoulders drop. That action surprised her, she didn't realise she had been so tense just waiting for his response. When he said he wanted to do the song, Carrie could have practically exploded with glee. 

"That's great! Do you know the song?"

"Word for word!"

"Great! I'll set it up!" Taking a risk, she moved forward and planted a kiss on the side of his cheek. She made her way over to the door and turned to face him, casting a wink in his direction she smiled and blew him a kiss. "Catch you later Hugh!"

Walking down the corridor, Carrie was almost skipping as she slipped into her own little world of how happy she was. She walked down the corridor before finding a set of double doors, pushing them open with her hands pressing against the silver handles making the doors swing inwards. As she stepped up a set of stairs, Carrie found a production assistant who reacted in a similar fashion as to how dear Sophie had done earlier on in the day.

"Miss Underwood!"

"Is my mother." Carrie said with a smile before carrying on with the conversation herself. "Can I change a booking tonight?"

The guy looked at him and then nodded his head. "Uh, sure. I don't see why Mister Cowell would mind too much!"

"Great! I'm doing a duet with Hugh Irving tonight. We're going to sing Fleetwood Mac's Leather and Lace."

The man scribbled down a note and nodded his head. "Got it. I'll let production know. Can I help you with anything else?" He asked, peering up from his clipboard and looking at her.

"Where's my dressing room?"

"Just down the hall there Miss Underwood."

"Thanks!" With that Carrie Underwood skipped down the hall, opting to ignore the second time she was called 'Miss Underwood' as was one of her personal grievances. Walking up to the door with the large, golden star on it, Carrie stepped inside and walked up to her large on-site closet. Sliding the door open, Carrie pressed her hands to her hips, the denim of her jeans being pressed into her long legs as she studied the inside of the wardrobe.

What was she going to wear!?

***

The first performance was from the groups, a three man band known simply as 'Three Man Band' had done a Michael Jackson song and got most of the audience into a decent enough state ready to be have more songs sung for them. Carrie had settled on a glittery teal dress with a silver choker and some black heels that elevated her a couple of inches off of the ground. She had her own large oak acoustic six string in her hand as she walked up to the side curtain where she could see the presenter, Mario Lopez. Mario... He would always be A.C Slater from Saved By The Bell to her, he looked a lot better than Ryan Seacrest though! She thought to herself with a smile on her face. She saw Hugh by the side of the stage, rubbing his hands together and looking awfully nervous. 




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Smiling, Carrie walked up and tapped him on the shoulder with one of her manicured nails. Hugh turned and when he saw her, his tense shoulders deflated and sunk into themselves.

"Carrie? Hey! Wow! You look great!"

She was certain he could see her blush as she nodded her head and then shrugged.

"Eh, it wasn't me. There's a very talented set of women and gay guys back stage."

"So that explains how you're in great shape too?"

That made Carrie laugh out loud, a deep laugh coming from her stomach as she covered her mouth with the back of her hand. She then lightly slapped his shoulder and shook her head.

"You are awful! Are you ready to go?"

"Just about... I think with you being here will help me out a hell of a lot."

Carrie's heart beat a little quicker as she was positioned a little higher in his books. At the present time, the Oklahoma native had no idea just how high she was. The young man would be eternally grateful to her for a long, long time and the man wasn't going to forget her simple act of kindness until he was old and grey.

"Stop it! I'm sure you'll do great!"

Hugh was about to respond when Mario spoke up.

"And welcome back to The X-Factor right here on the Fox network! Next up, we've got Demi's first act with a special guest star! Demi?"

As the cameras cut to show Demi Lovato, the personal judge of the Over twenty fives filled the screen, a stage hand took a hold of Hugh and almost shoved him on to the stage. Hugh was given a small mic and he stared into the vast expanse of the audience before turning to look at Carrie who stuck her thumb up. She smiled and nodded her head.

Show time!

Hugh gripped a hold of the mic and stared deep into the camera as he opened his mouth to start singing.

"Is love so fragile..." He was off to a strong start, his voice was even and he managed to sing over the polite patter of applause. "And the heart so hollow? Shatter with words... Impossible to follow." His voice started to waver with that last bit and it was almost Carrie's cue to come on. "You're saying I'm fragile...I try not to be I search only...for something I can't see."

He looked to his side when Carrie got the nod and came on.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Carrie Underwood!"

Carrie put on the widest smile and stepped onto the stage, walking through a soft, drifting fog that lingered around the stage. There was a mic stand complete with a working mic to the immediate right of Hugh. She stepped up to the mic and used her best tone.

"I have my own life...and I am stronger than you know." A blush came to her cheeks as there was a louder applause for her, but she carried on to ensure that Hugh looked fantastic. "But I carry this feeling... When you walked into my house that you won't be walking out the door. Still I carry this feeling, when you walked into my house... That you won't be walking out the door."

Her eyes cast over to Hugh who nodded his head so that they could do a call and return for the chorus. Hugh would start the chorus and Carrie would do the next line."

"Lovers forever...face to face..."

"My city or mountains..."

"Stay with me stay." 

"I need you to love me!"

"I need you today!"

"Give to me your leather..."

"Take from me...my lace..."

***

The song had gone over nicely, but Hugh's voice had cracked a few times and had stumbled over a line or two. Naturally, Carrie had covered it to the best of her abilities but she had caught one or two audience members cringing as he missed his lines. After their song, Hugh and Carrie were by one of the many catering tables watching the show with Three Man Band who were reclining in one of the large plush leather sofas boasting at how well they had done.

Carrie stole the occasional glance at him and knew how beaten up he must be feeling. Her hand touched the small of his back and offered him a soft smile, trying to make him feel better.

"You did great! Don't worry about it!"

He simply shook his head, Carrie was going to add more when her own P.A as gifted to her by Simon walked over to her and simply tapped her watch to let her know that she was up next.

"I've got to go and get ready for the show... You going to be okay?"

"I... Yeah. Yeah, I'll be okay."

"Okay... You did great tonight Hugh. Really you did!"

There was little else Carrie could do then. She stepped away from the green room and started to make her way up to the side of the stage. She already knew the songs and her band were already there to high five her and share hugs to make sure that this show would go over great. Stepping from side to side, she watched Mario introduce her and her band while plugging her latest tour. The spotlights came onto her as she walked on stage for the second time tonight.

***

A thin sheen of sweat was running down the brow of the first superstar to grace the live show of The X-Factor. She waved to the general audience and bent at the waist before walking off stage, high fiving her bass player as the band left the stage. As soon as she left the stage a pure white bath robe was wrapped around her to keep her cool. She was guided straight back to her dressing room, giving her exactly no chance to talk to Hugh after the performance.

Stepping through the door, Carrie shrugged off the robe and hung it up on one of the immediate hooks to her left. Sticking her thumb under the dress, she started to roll it down her shoulder when she got a knock on the door. Sighing and letting out a short curse, Carrie slipped the strap of the dress back up to her shoulder before turning to answer the knock. Outside, Hugh was there with slightly red eyes and sniffling. He didn't need to say anything and Carrie knew exactly what the problem was.

"Oh Hugh!"

"Yeah..."

Carrie moved forward and wrapped an arm around him, tugging him into a half hug to try and look after him.

"I'm sorry sweetie. I thought you were the best here." She whispered, trying to sooth the pain that must have been coursing through his heart. 

"Yeah, I guess the rest of America doesn't agree. Haven't really had chance to check twitter or facebook yet..."

"Well don't! I'm going to be in town for a couple more days for some tour launching stuff. Why don't you come back to my hotel and we can talk about it?"

"You want me back at your hotel?"

"Sure! We can order some junk food from room service, watch some pay per view stuff and make sure you forget all about tonight!" Carrie offered with a smile, doing what she thought was best to try and keep him in high spirits. He sniffed again and nodded his head.

"Sure... Sure okay."

"Great!" Carrie beamed from ear to ear. "Do you have your phone?" He passed the phone to her and she took it. Unlocking it and jabbing at the notes button, Carrie tapped in her information and then passed it back to her. "See you at midnight?" It was ten pm now so he had a good couple of hours to say his goodbyes and chat to his friends before coming to see her. It would give her some time to shower, change and call Mike for a little bit as well.

Hugh smiled and nodded his head before getting another hug from Carrie and making his way from the star's dressing room. Carrie smiled softly, she knew he would be better eventually but for the time being, she just wanted to relax and shake off the stress from the show. Her thumb went back to the shoulder strap of the dress and started to peel it away from her body. Her breasts were the first part to become fully bare, the design of the dress was so that she had one shoulder bare on a near constant basis. She had gone bra-less purely because it felt a lot easier that wearing a strapless one. 

Catching her reflection in one of the few vanity mirrors, she cupped the underside of her left breast and looked at it in the mirror. Hugh hadn't lied, she did look great. Her nipples hardened due to the cool air in the room and Carrie bit down on her bottom lip thinking about the last time Mike had gotten his hands on them.

Oh shit! Mike! She was supposed to have called him straight after her performance! Rushing over to her handbag, she pulled out her phone and the fact that she was panicking over the missed phone call was temporarily delayed by the fact that she had some text messages from her parents waiting for her telling her how proud they were of the performance. Still smiling, she opted to ignore the messages for the mean time before finding Mike's number and dialling his number.

It rang for a couple of times before he answered. He sounded out of breath. He must've been exercising.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby!" Carrie replied, sounding a lot chirpier than her spouse.

"Oh hey! How did the performance go?"

"It went great! Did you see?"

"Yeah, yeah I saw it. You looked great."

"Are you okay? You sound like you're out of breath."

"Yeah, I'm good. I was... I was just exercising that's all."

"Hey Mister big dick? There wasn't any ice cream. I got some cookies though will that be okay?"

"... Shit..." Mike whispered, almost inaudibly to Carrie who was red in the face.

"Is that who the fuck I think it is?" Carrie snarled into the phone. Over the recent couple of weeks, a red headed teenager had moved in next door to the married couple. The girl had put damn near constant moves on Mike who had constantly batted them away whenever Carrie was in earshot.

"No, it's the TV."

"Mike? I'm not going to let you fuck my ass if you don't answer me!" Olive, the harlot, called out again.

"Mike!?"

"It's not what you think!" Mike pleaded with her into the phone as Carrie was practically foaming at the mouth with just how pissed she was.

"Fuck. You." She hung up and nearly threw the phone against the wall as she cursed up a storm inside of the dressing room. Looking at the vanity mirror, her eyes drifted over to the complimentary television that Simon had provided for her and Hugh's picture was on the screen of the local entertainment news. Carrie's mouth that had been twisted into rage, soon softened into a devilish smile. Her tongue peeked out and licked at her lips. Hugh was going to be coming over tonight. If that bastard husband of hers was going to cheat, she certainly could too and why shouldn't she cheat with someone who clearly worships the ground she walks on and was fucking cute and in shape too!

Looking at the vanity mirror, Carrie cupped her bare breast again. Squeezing the flesh before nodding her head. Yeah, she was going to fuck Hugh tonight and make sure he'd never forget the night. She knew this area of Los Angeles pretty well and she knew there was a Victoria's Secret just one block down from the arena that she could easily slip into and get something unnoticed. She even had Mike's credit card in her purse, that would be even sweeter revenge. 

Fuelled by rage, Carrie dressed herself with her jeans, a shirt and a beige jacket to hide her from the extremities of the cool L.A air. Before she gripped the handle to walk into the corridor, she knew there would be people who wanted photos and autographs and if she gave the press the slightest impression that her marriage was in trouble both she and Mike would have more problems than they did right now.

She took a deep breath, pushed a fake smile onto her face and opened the door to the flash of a few cameras.

"Hi guys, how's it going?" She waved, smiling and making as much small talk as she could while making her way down to the back entrance where her car was waiting. Towards the end of the corridor was Simon who was clapping his hands, presumably as thanks for her performance earlier. She shared a hug with him as the cameras caught it.

"Carrie my darling! An excellent show tonight! We have an after party at the Hilton tonight. Are you coming?"

Now that was a tempting offer but she already had a better one. She was going to go back to her hotel, shower, shave and then dress herself like a proud model for the singer who was eliminated first from The X-Factor and then she was going to ride him until he begged her to stop.

"I'm sorry, I really need to go back to my own hotel and relax. Rain check on the finalé though?"

Simon nodded his head, he knew full well what it was like for stars like Carrie, but of course he had no real idea just as to what she was going to do. Making her apologies, she dodged one of the paparazzi cameras and managed to get herself into the limo with few stolen photos. Relaxing, the driver rolled down the window partition to talk to Carrie.

"Back to the hotel Miss Underwood?" He asked, turning to face her. She shook her head.

"Not yet Mister Pennyworth. Can we swing by the mall first?" 

"The mall Miss? Yes, yes of course we can."

"Thank you."

The trip over to the mall, was brief and uneventful but Carrie's mind was already drifting to what she was going to wear. The driver stopped just outside of the main entrance and waited for her while she slipped out of the car and made her way in. The store had a stylish lighting system with soft r and b playing over the store's music system. It had a very welcoming atmosphere but Carrie didn't have time to browse, no she wanted to get something, get in and get out and get home. She was sure that Hugh wouldn't wait for too longer so she needed to get something.

Finding a black and white bra, panties and stocking set, Carrie threw them over her arm and made her way over to the cash desk. She laid the items down on the cashiers desk and flashed an award winning smile as the woman behind the desk rang up the purchase. Carrie fished into her purse out of her handbag and found Mike's credit card. She almost scowled at the sight but kept her face firm as she passed it over to the cashier. 

The transaction went through and the items were pushed inside of a large black bag with the logo of Victoria's Secret embossed along the side of it. Thanking the assistant, Carrie pulled the bag up over her shoulder and made her way back to the limo.

"The hotel now Mister Pennyworth."

"Of course Miss Underwood."

The partition rolled up again and Carrie was left to her own devices and the warmth that was starting to grow between her legs. The trip up to her hotel room had very little things in terms of excitement but she could not have cared less. She was ready to cheat on her husband and break her wedding vows and for tonight she didn't care. Her key card went into the door lock and her hotel room opened up. Stepping through the door, there was a small LED clock on the bedside table that flashed the time as eleven thirty five in the evening. She only had twenty five minutes to get ready before Hugh was going to be here. Throwing the bag on the bed, Carrie slipped the items out of the bag and laid them down on the bed.

Grinning, she wriggled herself out of her jeans and normal clothes, swapping over to the lacy items that were just recently purchased. Gone were the usual pink and black panties and they were swapped over with the lacy black panties with a white trim around the waistline. The bra was on next, she reached behind her and clipped the item together. It was a similar item to the panties, mainly black with a white lacy trim over the top of the cup. Finally, a pair of stockings were slipped on over her long legs and while they didn't have a belt for them, they matched the lingerie and were all black but with a white trim at the top of the stockings. Pushing herself up off of the bed from her sitting position at the end of the bed, she walked into the en suite bathroom, she unhooked her own personal dressing gown and slipped it on. Admiring her reflection, Carrie nodded her head and knew just how hot she looked.

Pulling out a blood red shade of lipstick and expertly applied it to her pursed lips. A shade of black eye shadow was applied to her face to complete the look. She looked like an absolute temptress and that was exactly what she wanted. As she admired herself, there was a knock at the door and while a part of her felt the tension starting to build in her stomach, the other part of her was still pissed at Mike and she was far too eager to have Hugh come in and push him to the bed and fuck him until the bed broke. Crossing out from the en suite and towards the front door, licking her lips and checking her eye shadow, she gripped the golden handle and pulled the door open.

If life was a cartoon, Hugh's eyes would have burst out of his head and extended at the sight of how Carrie was dressed. Carrie grinned and licked her lips before pushing the door open and inviting him in. As he walked past her, her eyes drifted over him and he could already see he was getting hard. She shut the door behind him, and slipped the bolt lock along the door. Hugh stepped into the room and walked towards the inside, the room had a large double bed with one luxurious sofa bed that was right next to the large double doors that led out onto the balcony. He let out a whistle that seemed to trail of at the end, he was obviously distracted. That made Carrie smile.

"Nervous Hugh?"

"I... Ah... Kinda."

"Why? It's just me." She said, walking into the room. Her left arm came out and touched the back of his shirt, pressing her hand in to touch his skin. She watched him jump and had to suppress a laugh. Walking over to the bed, she moved onto it. Almost falling forward to press her hands against the bed and crawling up to it, walking on all fours and making sure to wave her ass at him as she spun around and lay on her back. Her arms extended and were laying along the pillows. Her eyes ran over Hugh's body, making sure he knew she was checking him out.

"So I..."

"Hugh. You were super stressed today. Especially after the show." She climbed onto all fours and crawled towards the foot of the bed. Beckoning him with a finger, she summoned him towards the bed. "Ready for me to help you relieve it?"

Hugh was within her grasp and she didn't even wait for his response. Instead, she reached forward and put her hand against his hard length. Rubbing her hand up and down against his hard shaft, Carrie reached over and tugged down his zipper. She had felt a good length inside his pants and she seriously couldn't wait to get back on her husband. Her hand dipped inside of his boxers and pulled out his erection, her eyes lit up and looked over his long cock. Her mouth was practically watering as she wrapped her hand around his base and opened her mouth to swallow his cock.

Carrie almost cried at how good the cock tasted inside of her mouth. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock and slid along his entire length as she sucked down on it. Her eyes flicked up at Hugh who let his head fall back and let out a low moan. Smiling around his length, Carrie focused at his stomach and started to push more of his cock inside her mouth. She could feel his cock pressing against her mouth and she wanted nothing more than to feel him blow deep in her throat. She moaned around his cock, sending shivers down his length making him let out a short moan.

Carrie took her hand off of her hand and pressed it against his thigh to steady herself as she pushed her lips down deeper along his length. Letting out a moan around his meaty length, Carrie took the other hand up off of the bed and started to fondle his balls that she had pulled out of his boxer shorts. Her hand cupped them and started to softly roll them around in her hand as her tongue flicked along the underside of his cock. Her tongue pressed against the bottom of his cock while she continued to roll his balls around. Spit started to roll out of the side of her mouth as she pushed more of his cock inside. The fat head of his cock pressed against the back of her mouth and she almost gagged but used every single inch of self control to not cough on his length. After all, there was nothing less attractive then listening to a woman cough up over your cock.




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Bathing it in her saliva, Carrie pulled her lips up off of his cock and then gave the head a kiss, her tongue coming out to lick up a revealing bead of pre-cum. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and pushed the length upwards, her tongue snuck out and licked along the bottom of his cock. Her mouth closed around the head and she started to bathe the head of his cock in her spit. Her hand started to pump up and down along his cock, making sure she stroked every inch of his cock as she started to bob her head up and down faster. She made sure that every single part of his cock was lubricated with spit as Hugh moaned with each touch of her mouth and her tongue.

"Oh God Carrie... That feels so good..."

Carrie blushed and would have smiled but the obstruction in her mouth didn't exactly give her that leisure. Pushing her lips down around his cock, she wrapped her lips around him and started to suck harder and faster listening to his moans. He wasn't being especially vocal but that was okay. Carrie knew he was enjoying himself and that was perfect for her. His hand came down from around his hips and rested on top of her still perfectly styled hair. She knew his orgasm was coming so she redoubled her effort to work harder and faster on his cock. 

"Carrie! So fucking close..."

Hugh moaned as Carrie started to work harder and faster, almost throwing herself face first on his large cock. She was determined to milk the most powerful orgasm out of him and she would swallow it all. She had never done that with her cheating bastard of a husband and she would relish every drop of it. 

"Cah... Carrie!"

Hugh exploded as Carrie pulled her mouth up to swallow just the head. His cum erupted from his dick's head and shot out in fierce strands of hot, sticky sperm. It landed on her broad tongue as Carrie pulled back her mouth and opened it so that he could see the cum exploded inside her. When he finished cumming, Carrie sucked the head of his cock, making sure all of the cum was sucked from his cock. The thick pearls of cum were still on her tongue as she poked it out so he could see his load resting on her tongue. She curled her lips into a big smile before pulling her tongue back in and sucking it clean.

She giggled when his eyes went as equally wide when she swallowed his load. Carrie made a pleased noise and rubbed her tummy in an overly theatrical move. She moved back onto her knees and then unfastened the sash of the robe. Slipping one arm out one by one, she unceremoniously dumped it off of the side of the bed and cast a look up at him with a smile. He was completely in awe of how she looked and Carrie truly felt like a Goddess with him looking over her. 

"Feel better?" She said with a soft giggle, looking up at him.

"Much better. I think you look a little stressed though."

"I do?" She asked in a very genuine fashion. Mike HATED going down on her and she couldn't even remember the last time he did. The fact that Hugh wanted to, only put her conscience at ease. She bit down on her bottom lip and chewed it as she nodded her head and scooted back to the top of the bed, spreading her legs elegantly. Hugh moved down at the foot of the bed and started to slowly crawl up towards her. Carrie's breathing started to accelerate as he bent down between her legs and his breath started to become hot against the inside of her leg.

Hugh reached the tip of the stocking on her right leg, he shot his eyes up and her and cast a big smile when his teeth dug into the lacy white fabric atop of the black stocking. Carrie's eyes were locked purely on his green eyes as he slid the stocking down centimetre by agonizing centimetre as the lacy piece of clothing was finally stripped from her body. 

Taking her foot in his hand, Hugh dipped in and planted a kiss against the side of the ball of her foot. Pressing his lips towards the top of her ankle, his tongue slipped out and poked against her skin before he lifted his mouth off of her ankle and pressed his lips against her calf. Pressing his lips up, he soon reached the side of her knee and he made sure to press his kisses all over her knee. His right hand ran up and down her bare leg, worshipping how soft, long and wonderful they were as he tasted the inside of her leg.

Reaching the inside of her thigh, Hugh pressed his tongue at the bottom of her thigh and started to teasingly lick his way up to her warm core at the top of her legs. He was inches away from her soaking wet black and white lingerie panties and he could not only feel her arousal but he could smell it too. He lifted his head up and bit down into the waistband of the lingerie, Carrie lifted her ass up off of the bed giving Hugh ample room to slide her panties down her long legs exposing herself to him. His eyes swapped from looking at her bare vagina before looking up at Carrie who was chewing into her bottom lip so hard it looked like she was ready to rip it clean off.

Hugh planted one soft teasing kiss at the gap between her leg and her bare vagina before he moved a little bit closer and placed a kiss against her wet lips. The simple kiss was enough to make Carrie whimper and push her pussy up against his face. Hugh was in charge this time though, Carrie knew that when he wrapped his arms around her legs and held her still. His tongue came forward and pressed it against her pussy's lips, slipping it inside of her.

Carrie's hands came down to Hugh's head, her fingers threading through his short blond hair and holding it in place as Hugh started to push his tongue in and out of her. Simply tasting her for a little while, he moved forward and pressed his mouth right up against her similar to how Winnie The Pooh would get his snout stuck in the honey pot, Hugh was intent on getting every part of his mouth inside her wetness. Pressing his tongue inside her, his hands slipped down from around her legs and moved up her body. His hands moved up her body, his fingers tracing along every part of her body as he reached up to find her large lacy bra encased breasts.

Carrie let out a moan as his hands found her chest and squeezed them softly as he tilted his head to the side and pressed his tongue inside of her. He flicked his tongue up and down and then to the left and to the right making sure to taste every part of her sweet love tunnel. The one stocking clad leg lifted itself up off of the bed and curled itself around his head. Her voice was getting higher as Hugh licked at her insides, his right hand came down from her breast and moved down to her lower lips. His thumb brushed against her clit and that made the singing superstar's eyes shoot open and her mouth drop in pleasure.

"Oh God! Hugh! That feels so fucking good!" Carrie almost screamed out, her leg tightening around the back of Hugh's head as she was doubly stimulated by both his tongue and his fingers. His finger and thumb started to rub in small circles harder and faster while his tongue dipped inside of her. Hugh ignored the feel of her pussy pushing against his face as he ate her and stimulated her towards an intense orgasm.

Carrie's hand grabbed at her breasts and roughly yanked the expensive piece of lingerie down. Her bare breasts exposed, her hands came up to her ample chest and started to squeeze them softly. Her fingers trailing up to her nipples, pinching and pulling at her hard nubs as her eyes screwed shut tight and her orgasm was washing over her. Her back arched up almost at a near perfect curve as her hands left her chest and desperately tried to grab a hold of something to stabilise herself and ride it out through the massive orgasm she was riding on.

Hugh, to his credit kept licking and working on her, his thumbs and fingers manipulating her clit while his tongue pushed itself in and out of her, fucking her with his tongue. His eyes flicked up at her and he watched as her mouth was hung open and long, low, sex filled moans filled the bedroom as she was eaten out.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck meeeeee!" Carrie screamed out, her hips rocking up and pushing herself back against his face. As she came, she had no idea just how hard she had cum, she felt like she must have lost at least most of the natural juices in her body from just how hard she had cum. Sucking in deep guts full of air, Carrie's hands left the bed sheets and her long leg uncurled around his head. It fell from his body and hit the bed's duvet with a heavy thud. Sucking in air, Carrie's only sounds were soft whimpers of sheer pleasure and deep, shallow breathing. Her eyes opened when she felt the light coming from the bulb on top of her getting shadowed out by someone. Her eyes opened, the tears of bliss from her orgasm running out of the corner of her eyes. 

She smiled and blew him a half hearted kiss, still exhausted from such a hard orgasm.

"You enjoyed that?"

"Hell... Yes..." Carrie breathed, her arms linking around the back of his neck to tug him down into their first kiss. Their lips collided and their noses rubbed against each other, Hugh was so perfect sitting on top of her, their was only the faintest feel of his denim jeans pressing against the inside of her thighs. She would need to remedy that soon. Her lips broke away from his and she brushed the side of his face gently before biting her lip and looking down at the erection between his legs pushing at her thigh.

"Need a hand with that thing?"

Hugh laughed and lifted his shirt off of his body, blindly throwing it behind him. His hands wrestled with his belt as he bent down and kissed her lips softly before whispering to her.

"I'd rather you not use your hand if I'm honest."

Carrie giggled girlishly as they both stripped him of his jeans. Carrie's hands reached down and held his cock, slowly sliding them both up and down as it felt so hard in her hand. Both she and Hugh guided his dick down between her legs and pushing it between her pussy's lips. Carrie bit down on her bottom lip and stared deep into Hugh's eyes as he entered her. Hugh's hands moved to the side of her head as his cock's head slipped inside her snug pussy.

Carrie stopped biting down on her lip and let out a gasp, her eyes flashing open from when they were half open. She had fully recovered from her series of orgasms and as soon as Hugh pushed his cock inside her, it was almost like she was shocked back to life with the penetration. His green eyes stared deep into her chocolatey brown eyes and seemed to move past the barrier and bore deep into her soul. 

Her hands couldn't stay still, starting off by being draped over his shoulders and crossed at the wrists, they soon parted and slid up his body. Finding a soft spot curled around the top of his shoulders, Carrie started to moan softly as he rocked inside her. Her head was pressed down against the crevice of the four plush pillows as he slid deep inside her and started to build up a steady rate of penetration. The way he was entering her was making her moan nearly constantly, her nails wrapped over his shoulder with the points of her nails dug into his skin.

Hugh let out a soft gasp when her nails dug into him, almost instantly making her regret the decision. She looked at him and waited to see how he'd react, thankfully he looked back at her and simply nodded his head. She hadn't hurt him which only made the blonde woman smile and nod her head. She arched her back up off of the bed to kiss the man she was cheating on her husband with. Her mind did drift back to Mike but she didn't care. Tonight, she was going to get fucked nice and hard and she was going to cum so hard she'll think she's going to pass out. Her legs came up off of the bed, they crossed over the back of his waist and she relished in the feel of the stocking rubbing against her bare skin. She would have to force herself to remember to take that other one off at some point. Unless Hugh liked that of course. If he did, then it would stay on for as long as he wanted. Her head moved upwards so she could moan directly in his ear so she could know exactly how well he was fucking her.

"Oh God... You're so deep in me..." Carrie moaned, her tongue sneaking out to flick at the side of his ear as he shoved himself deep inside her. Her legs tightened around his back and her nails released the grip on his shoulders as she lifted her lips up and pressed them against his, kissing him as the sounds of his balls slapping against her filled the room.

Stealing occasional kisses, both Hugh and Carrie were both at the height of their pleasure as they both looked at each other and were so quite clearly attracted to just how attractive each other looked at the height of their arousal. Sweat ran down the side of Hugh's temples and the blonde hair that sat on top of his head was starting to become almost matted to his skull.

Staring into her face, Hugh smiled and moved his head down, his mouth parting and finding her left nipple too pleasing of a target. Wrapping his lips around the hard nub, he started to suck on it as the other breast was attacked by his hand. Carrie looked to his side and saw his right arm was still extended and perfectly rigid to keep him above her. Moving a hand from his body, she ran her hand up and down his arm, showing him some affection in the most PG way she could despite being balls deep inside her.

His mouth left her breast and swapped over, both of them were tipped with his saliva as her other breast was squeezed by his hand. Her breath got hotter and faster as she was rocked back and forth against the bed by the power of his thrusting. Her breasts were left alone by the mouth of the young man she was cheating on her husband with and he was soon up face to face with her. Relishing the fact that she was now facing him, her arms linked around his neck and pulled him down into a passionate kiss.

His tongue pressed against the front of her mouth and she opened her lips so that she could find his tongue. They intertwined and started to share the sucking duties, she would suck his before he took over and he sucked hers back. His head twisted to the left and Carrie would have squealed at how delightful it felt. Making love with Mike never felt this good, she had never writhed and moaned and panted as she was when her husband was on top of her and she never wanted it to end. 

Carrie lips fell from his and their tongues moved back to their respective mouths as Carrie stared deep into his eyes as they were both rocked back and forth on the bed. The duvet covers were still on the bed and the top of the duvet were rubbing into Carrie's bare shoulders but the Oklahoma native didn't care. She was already on her way to another orgasm. Hugh's dick had angled itself perfectly to stroke the most delicious part of her inside and to compliment his thrusting, her warm, wet pussy was squeezing back against him. Their private parts had seemed to get into some sort of carnal game of chicken to see who would blink first.

It was Carrie.

One perfect stroke from Hugh pushed himself so perfectly deep inside her and hit the one spot Mike had very nearly never hit. Her eyes screwed shut tight and her mouth exploded with a long string of obscenities as she exploded over his cock. Her pussy's fluids shot from her and pooled around his length and as he pulled out and pushed himself back in, they started to sink onto the duvet.

"Oh fuck!" Carrie groaned as Hugh kept going, her nails had dug into his skin and her legs tightened as tightly as they could without diminishing his thrusts. Hugh smiled and moved down to kiss at her neck, while shoving himself inside her. When her orgasm stopped, Hugh's thrusting started to slow as he kept himself buried inside her.

"Did you just cum again?" He asked, his breath felt so hot against her lips as she slowly opened her eyes and ignored the first tear of sheer excitement that had left her eye.

"Mhm." Carrie smiled, her bottom lip being bitten by her top row of teeth.

"Do you want to stop?" He asked, a very obvious concern on his face. She laughed and shook her head.

"Oh God no! You haven't cum yet have you? What's your favourite position?" She asked, her hand coming from his shoulder and stroking the side of his face with the palm of her right hand.

Laughing, Hugh gripped a hold of her ass and rolled over so she was on top. Smirking, Carrie was about to start riding him but she was equally surprised when his hands moved from her thighs and then down onto her ass. She was then lifted off of the bed and carried to the middle of the room, her legs curled around his waist and her arms were linked over his shoulders.

Hugh walked them to the middle of the room, so they were between the bed and the sofa. Carrie could see the shirt Hugh had stripped himself of and there was the stocking that Hugh had stripped her of. She grinned and stared at his face as he nudged his cock between her legs trying to find the hole. Giggling, she tilted her head to the side and then peppered his jawline with a series of soft kisses.

"Need a hand there?" She asked between kisses her own hand leaving his shoulder and reaching down between them. She gripped his length and moved it towards her wet folds, the tip moving between her folds, Carrie licked her lips and nodded her head as the young man lifted his feet up off of the floor and slipped inside her. Carrie's long blonde hair fell back and she let out a long, unadulterated moan. She had soon sunk to the bottom of his shaft and she moved her head forward so she could press her lips against his, kissing him as he lifted her up and dropped her down.

His hands dug into her ass cheeks softly, but kept her elevated as their mouths collided and started to get deeper in the kiss. Both of their heads were tilted to the side and their mouths opened so that they could rub their tongues together and sucking on them as she was bounced up and down on his cock.

Her hands slipped up from his body and were lacing through his hair, her nails almost ripping at his scalp as she was bounced up and down. Her hands couldn't stay still as she was fucked in a standing cowgirl position. Their mouths separated and their breath was hot and muddling together while she got rocked with his cock. 

"Carrie?"

"Ngh... Yes Hugh?"

"Do you trust me?"

Carrie's eyes opened and she looked at him, their eyes making a special connection. She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded her head. She did trust him. It was then that Hugh let go of her and she was lifted to the absolute tip of his cock and then she was dropped straight down onto every inch of his cock. It was Carrie's turn to feel like her eyes were going to pop out of her head, her mouth dropped open and she let out a loud piercing scream. Every single inch of his cock was forced inside her and bumped against her g-spot.

Her arousal was running down her legs and with every drop onto his shaft her wet pussy forced more of the slick juices out of her. She knew the one stocking she was wearing would probably be ruined by them but the singing superstar didn't care. She was already on the road to another orgasm but Carrie had no idea just how hard this orgasm was going to be. 

Her snug pussy was milking him hard and fast as she was dropped up and down. Her breath started to accelerate and her eyes closed as her pussy exploded again, her body trembling in his hands as Hugh stopped the full drops and changed to just thrusting inside her as Carrie suffered in the most pleasurable way through a tiny orgasm.

"Did you just have a tiny orgasm?" Hugh asked, kissing her cheek softly.

"Uh huh. You don't get them?" 

"Not really. Do you want to swap positions?"

Carrie's head rolled to the side and looked at the couch. She nodded at it and Hugh got the picture. Walking over to the couch, he lay her down and was about to spread her legs when she shook her head. Climbing off of the couch, she moved so her ass swayed from side to side before positioning herself bent over at the arm of the couch. She looked over her shoulder and ran her hand through her long blonde hair.




Blown Away at First Sight of Melissa



Have you ever just been going about your business and then just been blown away in an instance. Well it happen to me one time and I will never forget it. It was just a normal day at work. I was at my bosses office before I drove the van to pick up the guys. Well in walks this new woman that they were going to hire. I wouldn't say it was love at first sight but it she really caught my eye and I could tell the feeling was mutual by the way she looked back at me. I met her and found out her name was Melissa. Introduced myself as Jon and I went about my day like it was no big deal. 

Well later on that week I was shopping at Wal Mart and I ran into her. We wonder around the store for over and hour and really hit it off. So that weekend I had her over for movies.

She came over and I didn't have a couch yet so I had to set the TV in my room and we sat on the bed. She was so cute with her brown eyes and shoulder length brown hair. She was wearing a black leather jacket that looked great on her. She took it off and she had this black V-neck shirt that showed just a little cleavage. She then had nice tight blue jeans on. She has a decent body but I think I love her but the best. It was nice and round but not to big. We sat watched the movie on the edge of the bed. She was sitting really close to me and we seemed comfortable so I leaned in and started kissing her. She kissed me back and we just naturally leaned back and laid on the bed and continued kissing. My leg had went over hers and it was really nice. All the sudden she stopped and said it was going to fast. So we sat up and we kissed every so often as we finished the movie. After the movie we I walked her to the car and I kissed her goodnight.

I didn't talk to her for days but I thought about how incredible it was to kiss her all the time. I also hoped that it would happen again and lead to more than just kissing. Well my apartment that I just got was right next to some of the clients I worked with apartment. Melissa was working an overnight so I met her out back. She was in her jacket because it was cold as was I. Well, we just held each other close for awhile and enjoyed the company. We started kissing and boy could she work that tongue. I was thinking to myself that I would love to find out what that tongue would feel like while she sucked my cock. All the sudden she pushed me away and gave me a little slap. I then realized I said that out loud. I looked her and then notice though that she had a little sly grin on her face. She pulled by my jacket close and whispered in my ear that I would go nuts with what she could do with her tongue on my cock and balls. She then reached down and squeezed my nuts and it hurt but also turned me on. She then kissed me deeply, smiled and then went down to her knees. 

She quickly undid my pants and pulled them to my knees. She then started stroking my cock that was rock hard in spite of the cold air. She leaned forward and gently kissed my the tip of my cock. Then her sweet lips swallowed my cock slowly all the way down to my pubes. She then slowly worked her way back up till her lips were around my tip and would then take it all again deep in her throat. She repeated this for several minutes. Then she start working the tip of my cock several times and brought to the brink of cumming. She started deep throating me faster as I held her head and really started to fuck her face. All the sudden the biggest load of cum erupted out of my cock and into her mouth and down her throat. It was so much she gag and spit some out that landed on her shirt and dribbled down her chin. She wiped her chin with her finger and sucked all the cum off. She then got up and hug me and gave me a kiss and had to get back inside and I went home and thought more about what I wanted to do to lovely Melissa.