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Cin

By: RichardDickensAlcock



"...No worries."

"That's great. I thought he'd screw up..."

"Nope, your boy went through, Elvis. He rose to the occasion in New Orleans. Morris, on the other hand, he might just get you that Lear jet."

"That's great news!" 

"It depends on sales, of course. But he's in demand."

"Morris works hard." 

"Mr. Jakob is very happy."

"Wes, tell him thanks for the perks..."

"Sure, big man. You just keep bringin' em out, and bringin' em' home, to us. Enjoy your off-time."

"OK, lemme' me get off this treadmill now. God, I feel great today. But probably killed my knees; they will hurt for a week from all this running."

"Have a lot to do after this call. You're lucky you can enjoy a time-out."

"Hope so, lemme' catch my breath and sit on this bench, panting like crazy over here."

"You deserve it, buddy."

"Bye, Wes." 

"Hurry on back, goodbye!"

This is Elvis Brown. I work as an agent in the folk and country scene. My first name is actually Elvin, so you probably understand why I changed it. I was born in Mississippi like the king, so I figured it would be a nice touch. 

Not that it ever bothered me. I was always a big guy, so no one ever teased me about it growing up. I would probably have rolled them up like aluminum foil, then thrown them over my left shoulder; just kidding, have always been lovable. 

My clients are fond of me, they have to like me because I am the bridge between them and everything else in their lives, what keeps them sane; touring, PR, recording, the music label, the list goes on. I handle it all for my clients, even willing to drive them to get their hair cut personally if I have to. I have been working in the industry for fifteen years, artists will always need representation. 

I also have a bigger budget than I did when I started, so have more resources at my fingertips. Now I am fully enjoying the perks of this job. Getting past so many gate keepers through the years on pure instinct, drive, personality, wit and guts has won me a lot of friends. What is great is that my superiors decided to give me two huge advances and promised me even more if I keep delivering. The Gods of music finally noticed me! 

OK, so let me tell you a bit more. I'm a big bear of a man standing at almost seven feet, like I said, am fifty-two years old. I weigh two hundred and fifty pounds now. I'm coming off of a killer regimen of diet and exercise. I have jet black hair which I always wore gelled back, penetrating blue eyes that helped me greatly through the years, and an attractive face despite being so big. 

Whenever I'm in Las Vegas or New Jersey and at a casino oftentimes people will ask me whether I'm in the mafia. I just have that look. Anyway, I have been down the aisle three times, but due to the twenty-four-seven essentials of this job none of my marriages lasted very long. I only have one child with my second wife, a daughter named Cynthia. 

Cindy was always attached to me despite our estrangement. We often went through phases of heavy phone contact in the past whenever she was in any kind of trouble. When she turned eighteen a few months ago Cindy decided to come live with me. It would only be temporary as my daughter and her mother were always polar opposites. 

Debbie -my ex-wife- needed my help. My daughter's mom would be visiting friends on the west coast, followed by a trip to Australia, and then short stops in a handful of European cities. She planned for her vacation to last almost a year. With a third marriage on the brink, I welcomed the company. 

I was finally given time off, leaving everything in a fellow associate's lap; there would not be anything he wouldn't be able to handle on his own. Hopefully no crazy drug-addled singer I represented would be getting pulled over by the cops with a flame-thrower in the backseat. Not that that sort of thing happened very much since I almost exclusively handled the country and folk scene. 

Everything was under control. After all, the organization I work for now handpicked everyone on the team. So I retreated to my beautiful home in the Chicago suburb of Lake Forest attempting to give my marriage one last try; with Cynthia by my side. Cindy did her best and got along famously with Helen, my third wife. 

The arrangement would have worked better had Cindy moved in at the beginning of the marriage. The problem wasn't Cindy and Helen, but Helen and me. We pretty much could no longer stand to be in each other's company. When my third divorce became imminent my daughter understood and was tender about it; always saying it was Helen's loss, not mine. My daughter was always finding the silver lining in all things. 

When my vacation time ended returning to work was a major relief because with the present wife still in the house I could feel this nervous energy all around me. My home is a very long way from where I work downtown, I enjoy the travel required for my job though. Driving always relaxed me, especially in early morning, even being a passenger doesn't bother me since I love to study while on the road.

I had been using my Jaguar to commute to work, but one day it just shut down in motion; a freak malfunction that could have cost me everything. I had to wait for help to arrive by the highway. But my daughter kept me company on the phone, singing what she hoped would be the audition that would make me sign her. I took the problem with my car as the last in a series of negative occurrences. 

It coincidentally happened on the same day my wife was moving out of our house. Cindy was great to me; cooking us dinner that night. We hardly missed Helen and I was relieved in a way because the relationship had run its fullest possible course. That is what made me happy to sign all the papers, I had tried my best. I was upset because Helen had ruined my vacation, but at least I had my daughter back in my life.

Until the car was fixed I decided to take the Metra every day to and from home. I would catch the Milwaukee District North line every day, then take a cab, or walk. To my surprise Cindy would sometimes wait for me at the station, always with a smile on her face. She couldn't come every day because she was busy finishing up her senior year of high school, but it warmed my heart when she did make it. 

I almost didn't see her in the waiting area on one of these occasions since at times she looked younger than her years. As I walked past the waiting room from the platform I noticed this cute girl that reminded me of raggedy ann. I just walked right on by her, but this wait-a-second little voice in my head led me back, so I turned my head. I thought for sure it wasn't her, but when I did a triple-take, she was waving to me.

In spite of all the hard extra-curricular work she was putting in to be admitted into a good college, she would come. But that particular day, under the light of the afternoon sun; I noticed for the first time how adorable she was to look at. 

A natural redhead covered in freckles, Cindy had a straight nose, was tall like her father, had wide hips like her mother, was slender, with narrow, pale blue eyes, and peaches and cream skin. She was the epitome of cute that afternoon wearing a white turtle neck and skin-tight orange jeans that showed off a fit, well-proportioned body. 

This was still during a phase in which she was new to the area, before she had any friends. It was during this time that our relationship as father and daughter became stronger than ever. Although I didn't think of her in a sexual way, in the back of my mind I couldn't help wondering if we were sometimes flirting. 

I noticed how much Cin had blossomed. I would often catch her looking at me too; probing deeply, and when I would tease her about it she just smiled at me showing off her dimples. Sometimes I wondered if she was becoming too attached to me. We were both excited when school resumed after spring break because we were sort of sick of hanging out. As a transfer student though, she confessed to having trouble meeting new friends. 

It was ritual for us to eat breakfast together every single morning, me usually in full business attire. But one morning I couldn't help noticing that Cynthia was wearing my pajama shorts, again, instead of whatever clothing she wore to bed on her own. They looked baggy on her, but since they had a tight waistband and she had broad hips, they suited her. I had written it off the first few times. She always gave me flimsy excuses though. 

"Cin, why are you wearing my sleeping boxers again?" I inquired for the hundredth time. 

"Didn't feel like doing the laundry. School's taking up all my time. I think this is one of your older pairs," she said, absently. 

"I guess it's OK, gorgeous. Don't be afraid to use the credit cards I gave you. That's why daddy works so hard," I responded.

"I didn't, like, want to run the bills up on you, daddy. I guess. Like, well, I remember growing up how much you, struggled to keep your clients. Mom said you had lots of clients leave last year. That nothing is as it seems here."

"Did she?" So, the ex-wife was lying to my daughter about her father -it was typical of Deb. I spoke to Cindy calmly with a separate and dark innner monologue running in my head 

"Well, mom is confused. Business has never been better. In fact, in a few months daddy may even have access to the company's private jets."

"That's so awesome!!" Cindy replied, wide-eyed.

"Yep, and I'll be taking you all over with me. My co-pilot." 

Cin stopped eating her corn flakes and hugged me tightly. She smelled peachy, felt so soft. But I couldn't help eying her protruding nipples against this violet cotton tank top she wore to bed. It had different colored dots forming printed heart shapes. I rubbed her soft skin as she hugged me, rubbed at her shoulders which were covered in freckles. 

It absolutely floored me that she opted to save me money instead of taking full advantage of me knowing that even if I was losing clients, I could afford the losses. I forgave her mother.

"So, now that we cleared that up feel free to spend as much as you need," I responded, letting her go. She sat Indian-style on the chair finishing her breakfast.

It was interesting that she came to live with me eventually because I had done the same thing when my parents divorced. Swearing to never return to Mississippi, to my chagrin, I had to go back from time to time to help my aging father before he passed. It was during one of those visits that I happened to meet Cindy's mother and got married on the rebound from my first wife. 

My first wife Wendy was a Chicagoan, unlike me. The angel of my life, and my one true love. She was a saint who was there for me when I was down-and-out. I was finishing graduate school as Wendy studied nursing, we were both very young. With our combined minimum wage income we made ends meet in a tiny love nest in Briar Place. 

Unfortunately the marriage ended when I finally broke into the business. Wendy caught me cheating and never forgave me, no matter what I did. And I did plenty, to no avail. I wasn't even the cheating sort back in those days. The other woaman was attractive, it happened, I got caught. I didn't even think it through, it cost me my marriage.  

Growing up my father was extremely strict, so when I turned eighteen I immediately moved to the heart of America with my mother. To me Chicago seemed cleaner than Mississippi, huge, and filled with opportunities. And I made all my ambitions come true in Chicago. 

It was the place where I built my dream by begging, hustling, and fighting my way to the top of entertainment management. But even though I adored Chicago, I, personally found almost anyplace easy to adapt to; I know this from being on the road so much with clients. 

Things seemed fated differently for Cynthia, eventually she fell in with a weird crowd at school; weird to say the least. Cindy changed the way she dressed, as well as her general disposition toward pretty much everyone except me and maybe an advisor at her school. 

She started wearing thrift shop, second hand, and clothes she bought from expensive vintage shops. She treated all her friends to things of all variety, loaned them cash advances, wasted tons on software and music downloads, began buying everybody gifts from the mall on whims. 

She maxed-out one or two of the credit cards I had entrusted her. In contrast to the wholesome all-American image she once presented; my daughter began walking around looking vampy, boyish and anti-establishment. She hardly wore any makeup except for raccoon eyeliner. Cynthia walked around in trucker hats, tribal bracelets, army boots, neckties, sunglasses, leather jackets and chokers. 

In a way she worried me because she was once into high fashion and now seemed to have forgotten how to tastefully match clothes. Even her hair changed from one month to the next: with braids, half-shaved hairstyles dyed in different colors with one long fringe covering her eyes, shaved designs. 

I accepted her for who she was and told her she looked beautiful. I preferred the way she looked in the past, but she suffered from a special case of beautiful. She could probably get away with sporting a shaved head, if she wanted that. Like her mother, Cynthia was very pretty.

Because I wasn't as strict as her mother and she had me wrapped around her little finger, as the saying goes; she started skipping school, got arrested for vandalism twice, started flunking most of her courses, and started getting high. Being a senior this would have an effect on college. 

She simply said she would make it all up in a community college if it came to that. I knew it was wrong but I was highly aware of how important freedom can be at her age. I didn't want her to resent me later in life. She had altogether stopped picking me up at the station. Sometimes I ate all by myself and listened to her tip-toing into her room late at night. 

I figured she was eighteen and old enough to make adult decisions. I was also covering for her when her mother called. I knew that if my ex-wife knew how much Cindy had changed, she would more than likely come after me and strangle me to death. Besides, my time with her had flown by, her mother would be returning from her extended vacation in a few short weeks. 

To her utter chagrin, Cindy would have to go back to Mississippi. She really had no other options. Even though Cynthia was legally an adult now, she still lacked the maturity to take care of herself and become self-sufficient. Not to judge my daughter but she liked to smooch off her parents. 

In a way I wanted her to enjoy living with me, wanted to spoil her a bit since her mother never did. I didn't care if her mother got upset with me because she was my daughter too. I was a liberal father at the end of the day; I had made that choice long ago.

Luck would have that I didn't really have to wait for her mother to find out. Deborah, Cindy's mother called me at the office out of the blue one day to let me know she had called Cynthia's cell phone, having left twelve unanswered messages. When Cynthia finally picked up she called her mother a bitch, in addition to a few other "choice words". 

Deborah seemed hell-bent on taking the whole thing out on me. Toward the end of the call I learned that Deborah was cutting her vacation short. Putting up with all I could stand I finally just hung up on my ex-wife because I had heard her ranting and raving too many times when we were actually married for nine years. I gave her a heads-up before ending the call. 

She called back the next day at around the same time. I took it just as I was getting ready to walk into an important meeting involving recent company expansion into foreign world markets; starting with a glamorous launch party in Dubai. 

The corporation I worked for was going global. Some major executives as well as the company CEO were going. I was one of the little people being considered for a vacant seat at the round table. I just needed a little luck. I delayed the meeting to take the call from my ex-wife.

"Elvin, you irresponsible asshole!!"

"You know Deborah, the point of taking a vacation is you come back feeling better..."

"I don't need your sarcasm, or your advice; you bastard. I want my daughter. Have her ready for me two weeks from now. I can't believe you let her walk all over you. Did you know she might flunk out of school??" 

"Who told you that?"

"I called her school! They told me everything since I couldn't get her to talk."

"I know, but she promised me she would make it up at community college. She has a good advisor to talk her problems over with at that school. She's just going through a bad time. She's entitled to some fun before the real world sets in."

"They also mentioned an arrest for, um vandalism?? You moron! Just have her ready."

"God almighty! You act like what I feel about this doesn't even matter!! Don't I get to have a say?" 

"Shut up Elvin, you're not even her Goddamned father!!" Deborah returned, scoffing and laughing at me before hanging up the phone as loud as she could from whatever pre-war European luxury hotel room she was staying in. The crash of the receiver against the housing base pierced through my eardrum. It also pierced my heart. When I went back to my meeting I was so pale everyone just stared at me, blankly. 

It was almost unbearable to keep a straight face for two and a half agonizing hours. I barely managed to stutter a few bullet points across; "Mark Rose sings like and angel. It goes without saying he's a sure bet because he's got his act together. He'll be touring with Bourgogne for sure in July. Count on me." I said refering to a young man I had represented for many years. 

I took the big boss to the side for a chat when the meeting was over. His personal assistant Wesley was near the window sneakily looking on, looking askew. It didn't matter to me at all because I knew I was on my way to the top. They would have to be crazier than I was acting to fire me. I told Mr. Jacob, the man capable of changing my life for the better in an instant that I received terrible news on the phone. 

"We figured that, Brown. You're still going to Dubai in two weeks though. How's that suit your fancy?" He stated, smoothly. 

"Oh sir, thanks," I returned, pleased I hadn't totally fucked myself.

"Morris' album completely took off." 

"You're on the Lear jet directory, Brown," he added to boot, with a sly grin on his lips. 

I did my best to find where my ex-wife was staying the next morning. I barely managed to reach Deborah, missing lunch. I needed to be sure what she told me wasn't just a another irresponsible cheap-shot. I painfully learned I wasn't Cynthia's real father. Her real father was an old boyfriend of Deborah's from back home in Mississippi. 

He was a man that was in and out of prison. A wild rascal known in the local circuit for his tall muscular build and, indeed, his flaming red hair! In a way I couldn't blame my ex-wife for wanting to raise her daughter the proper way. I suppose I felt that because I could afford to spoil her, Cindy deserved to have her fun. But this new bit of news also had me feeling very betrayed. 

Eventually the shop left a message at the office to let me know my Jaguar was fixed. I resumed taking the car to and from work. Most days the house was empty, but the rest of this story is about the Friday when I arrived home earlier than usual. 

Traffic was a breeze for some reason. I also had a chance to use every trick I picked up through the years for getting my way on the expressway. They had done a great job on the Jaguar; the car was running even smoother than when I first bought it. I even wondered whether I was driving the same vehicle. 

Merrily walking into our large house through my handsome garage, I heard music coming from the master bedroom upstairs, specifically coming from my bathroom. Someone was taking a shower. It was strange because Cin had her own room. Although her room now looked like a den for a chain smoking anarchist with a slight drug problem. The room also had a private bathroom, and a beautiful terrace -which she loved. 


Cin 24: 1 am Until 3 am



1 a.m.

During stories taking place over one day, Cinnamon enjoyed phone sex with George; her boss Bill ate her pussy; she takes a late lunch break and visits her lover Mark at a motel, with Mark fucking her ass. Later, Mark fucked her co-worker, Sally, as Cinnamon watched and masturbated; then Sally ate Cinnamon. Late at night in she cybered on the computer, and then decided to return back to the motel room. She found Sally in the shower and Cinnamon made love to a woman for the first time. As Cin awaited a friend to drop by, she masturbated watching the movie Body Heat.

Looking back at the TV, the two lovers were in the bathtub, so sexy. Cin began to roll. Her moans increased. She pulled the hanger out, extending her nipples. This caused her to climax. She screamed.

She closed her eyes. The heat rose up her body. She clinched her toes. Her nipples became so sensitive.

After the climax subsided, Cin pulled the remote out of her pussy. She accidentally changed the channel, and this caused her to laugh out loud. She pressed on the button, but did not return to the movie channel. The remote was slippery, and she dropped it to the floor beside the bed. A home shopping channel was selling jewelry. She was reaching for the remote when she heard a knock on the door. She jumped off the bed, and with the hanger still clipped to her nipples, she rushed to the door.

She opened the door. She stood there naked, with a hanger clipped to both nipples. She was standing there with a very wet cunt. Correction, a very wet naked cunt. The night air hit her.

“Hi.”

Bill stood outside the door. And someone else stood behind him. Bill explained, “This is my buddy Bruce. He and I were out drinking tonight when you called me. I thought he would help me play out one of my fantasies.” Bill pushed the door open wide, and walked in. Cin looked at Bruce.

Bruce was about Bill’s age, and had a matching beer belly. And he was bald, and, looking at his left hand, married too. Cinnamon motioned for Bruce to come into the room. Bruce still had not said anything, just walked past Cin. His face turned as he walked, watching Cinnamon. She was standing there naked, naked except for a hanger attached to each of her nipples. Cin shut the door, went past Bruce who was now standing in the hallway, and walked over to Bill, who had hopped on the bed.

Bill said, “I see that you were playing out one of your fantasies.” Turning to Bruce, he said, “She really gets turned on by attaching clamps and things to her tits. It really makes her cunt so wet.”

Bruce just nodded.

Cin stood there at the foot of the bed with her hands on her hips. The hanger pulled her tits downwards, a gentle weight on her nipples. Bill started to unbutton his shirt, slowly watching her. Then he unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his fly. He lifted his butt, and pulled his trousers off. He was wearing boxer shorts. His cock was soft.

“Bruce, go over and start to kiss and touch Cinnamon.”

Bruce responded to Bill’s order, walking up to Cin from behind. His hands went to her shoulders, and he bent his face to kiss her neck. Cinnamon tilted her head to give Bruce access. Bruce’s touch felt good, and Cin felt her nipples get harder. She looked over to Bill, who was watching the two while he slowly stroked his dick. It was still soft.

Bruce continued touching her. His hands reached around to the hanger. He picked it up, and pulled it outwards extending Cin’s nipples. One hand then reached and cupped her breasts. He had a nice touch. Cin moaned. Bruce continued to massage Cin’s back and breasts and kissed her neck.

“Cin, get on your hands and knees between my legs. Bruce, look at that shaved cunt. It is so wet, and you have not even touched it yet. Spread your legs out a bit, give Bruce a better view. Ok, Cinnamon, start to suck my cock, while Bruce fucks you from behind.”

Cin moved up behind Bill’s legs and started to lick up and down his cock. She got to the head, and wrapped her lips around it. It was still soft, only about three or four inches long. Cin was bound and determined to make Bill hard.

Meanwhile, Bruce moved behind Cin’s butt, and pushed his cock inside her. Cin felt it slide all the way up her. She was glad she was soaking wet, as Bruce had no technique. He just slammed it in her cunt. He then started to bang her hard in and out. Cin wiggled her butt, hoping to receive more stimulation. All it got her was a slap on the butt by Bruce. She stopped moving her butt.

Cin concentrated on blowing Bill. She licked, she sucked, and she nibbled a little. Bill’s cock got a little harder. She heard him say, “Wish I had taken my blue pill tonight.”

Cin laughed inside. She continued to suck on his cock.

“OK, Bruce, pull your cock out of her cunt. Come over here and lay on the bed.” Bill got up off of his back, leaving Cin still on all fours at the bottom of the bed. Bruce lay on the bed on his back as Bill directed.

Cinnamon watched as Bill got between Bruce’s legs. Bill had always talked about sucking another guy’s dick. He was drunk enough to finally do it. Cin moved a little so that she had a good view.

Bill started by pushing Bruce’s dick into his mouth. Like a cheap hooker, he tried to take his whole dick in one stroke. He was not used to doing this. But he wanted to suck this cock, and that made up for his poor technique.

Except for a couple of porn movies, Cin had never seen a man suck another man. She watched Bill, who continued to suck on the dick. Bruce laid there, his head against the pillow, a smile on his face. Cin was thinking, Bruce must be in heaven, getting to fuck another cunt and being sucked too.

Bill lifted off and said, “Cin, get over here and suck on my balls.”

Cinnamon got behind Bill, and started to lick his balls. She would have rather watch Bill suck Bruce’s dick. She could only see the back of Bill’s head in Bruce’s crotch. Cin licked and gently sucked on each ball. She moved upwards, and pushed her tongue into Bill’s asshole. She noticed that this caused Bill’s cock to harden. She continued to do this, and then began to alternate between his balls and his asshole. She loved getting Bill hard.

Bill then moved off of Bruce. He said, “Cin, now lie on top of Bruce, and shove his cock into your cunt.”

Cin lay on Bruce, and grabbed his wet dick and placed its head into her pussy. She pushed her cunt downwards, and Bruce shoved right in. Bill moved off the bed, and walked behind her. She felt the bed move, as Bill moved behind her. Cin felt her Bill’s dick against her rosebud. She pushed back a little, and it popped in. Cin pushed downwards and backwards, and his little cock went into her ass. This was Cinnamon’s first time having a cock in both her ass and pussy at the same time.

Bruce started to buck her, and the motions rocked backwards into Bill’s dick deep in her ass. Cin started to moan. She was starting to roll in orgasmic fury, when she heard Bruce start to scream and felt the hot spunk of Bruce inside her cunt. It was way too soon for Cinnamon to climax. Bill continued for about a minute, and came in her ass. His dick quickly left her ass. Bruce pushed her off him, and Cin rolled over and lay on the bed.

Bruce got up, and started to put his clothes on. Bill was quiet also, catching his breath. In literally a minute, Bruce was dressed and started to walk out of the room.

Bill said, “Take care Bruce, maybe we can do this some other time.”

Bruce opened the motel room door, and left the room. Cin cuddled up next to Bill, and in a few seconds heard him snoring.

3 a.m.



Cin 24: 10 am Until Noon



10:15 a.m.

Cinnamon has just hung up the telephone talking to her phone sex lover George. Cinnamon has to now get ready to get to work.

Cinnamon puts the cell phone down on the bed stand, and takes a deep breath lying on the bed. That was so much fun, she thought.

Her bedroom phone starts to ring. Wonder who that could be? “Hello!”

She hears her boss on the line, “Cin, sorry for calling you so late, but can you get into the shop about a hour early so that we can finish last night’s inventory?”

“Bill, I think that would be fine. I will meet you in about 30 minutes at the shop.” The line went dead.

Cinnamon hung up the phone and started laughing. Bill’s wife must have been listening, as he was too business-like. But good old Bill had relayed to her that he needed her to complete the inventory, their secret code word for a nice quickie before work.


Without a thought to having just climaxed three times with George, Cinnamon hopped out of bed, skipped to the bathroom, and quickly turned on the shower.

10:45 a.m.

Cinnamon pulled into the back parking lot of the store. Bill’s car was already parked. There were no other cars in the parking lot. Good, thought Cin.

Bill and his wife ran the furniture store, and Cin did a number of jobs, from ordering furniture to processing loans and the cash register. She has known Bill and his wife for over 25 years, and the store was mostly family, except for the young women who worked there on commission. She did not completely dislike the women, but they tended to work for six months or so and were gone. Only one of the women had worked there three years, and she and Cinnamon did not get along. Another woman was the store’s human resources manager, and she was one of Cin’s best friends for the last ten years.

Cinnamon walked into the store, and looked into Bill’s wife’s office. Nope, the bitch did not come with Bill to work. It must be too early in the morning for that closet alcoholic. Cin walked to back to one of small rooms, which the store used to show off furniture for a home studio system. The room had a complete surround sound stereo system, high definition television, and nice, comfortable chairs to relax in. Cinnamon sat down in the lazy boy chair, and pushed it back.

Bill walked into the room, and closed the door. He looked at Cinnamon, who was wearing a long London Fog type coat. He did not say a thing, just licked his lips. Cin looked up at him, and started to undo the front buttons to her coat. Bill could see that she was not wearing a bra underneath the coat. He moved closer to Cinnamon.

Cin continued to unbuttoned the buttons. Bill could see that she was wearing those nipple rings again. He knew that she was hard wired between her nipples and clitoris. Bill got down on his knees in front of the chair, and started to rub Cinnamon’s ankles. He took off her shoes. She continued to unbutton the coat, and Bill realized that she was completely naked under the coat. No blouse. No bra. No pants. No dress. No panties. And she is completely shaved.

Bill moved quickly and placed his head between her legs. He kissed and licked her inner thighs, but he was interested in only one thing. And the only one thing he was interested in was feeling her wet, soft, pussy and its clitty on top in his mouth. And true to form, before Cinnamon knew it, Bill was licking her pussy lips.

Bill forced his face fully into Cinnamon’s cunt. She loved the way he touched her, he licked her, and he kissed her, and quickly wrapped his lips around her. She was so wet. She was getting so hot by his attentions. She had been slowly playing with the nipple rings and pulling and pinching her nipples. She moved her hand downwards, and rubbed the top of Bill’s bald head. She pushed his head, wanting him to move upwards towards her clit. Taking the signal from his lover, Bill moved upwards, and his mouth started sucking on her clitoris.

Cinnamon thought, though Bill was not much to look at, his actions between her legs were so sensual. He had to be the best pussy eater this side of the Mississippi. She could lay here with Bill between her legs for days.

Bill continued to lick, suck, and kiss her clitoris. His hands rubbed the outside of Cinnamon’s thighs and the bottom of her butt. He pulled her into his mouth. Sometimes, he would flick his tongue across her clit, causing her to have a small climax.

Cinnamon continued to pull on her nipple rings, and pinch and pull her nipples. She was letting out soft moans and purls due to Bill’s attention. Bill continued to eat her pussy and clit, sometimes moving his tongue down her vagina. But he quickly moved back to her clit, taking care to arouse her more and more.

Cin could feel the heat build up on the back of her knees. Oh, this is going to be a big one, she thought. Her moaning grew louder, and she pushed her hands into her mouth to keep herself from screaming. The heat moved up her body, and her nipples grew harder. Bill knew she was about to come, he knew her so well. Cinnamon tilted her head back, and her toes curled instinctively. She let out a scream, “Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes, yes, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, yes, yes, oh God, oh God, yes, yes.”

While she climaxed, Bill rode her pussy like a bucking bronco. He continued to suck hard on her clitoris, and his tongue continued to lick all around her. He loved eating her pussy, and would rather do this then fuck her with his cock. And he loved making her climax. He continued to eat her through the first orgasm, knowing that she would be coming again, maybe in a few seconds.

As if on cue, Cinnamon felt the rush of the next orgasm. This time, she pulled hard on both nipple rings. The feel was mind bending. Without her hand covering her face, she screamed louder than the first time, “Oh God, oh my, yes, yes, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, Oh God, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, ohhhhhhhh, Oh God, yes, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Oh my, Oh God.”

Bill realized that this was a fantastic orgasm, much better than normal. He quickly looked up at Cin, but her eyes were tightly closed. He bit softly on her clit. This caused the orgasm to continue, or another one to quickly start. It was so intense and so hard to tell when one climax stopped and another began.

Bill continued to eat Cinnamon’s pussy for quite a while, until the sound of his watch alarm went off. He looked up at Cinnamon as he turned the alarm off. The other employees would be coming into the store in a few minutes. Cin was in the throes of another climax, and her eyes were shut closed. She felt him lift off of her pussy, and she opened her eyes. Looking at each other, both of them said, “Hi!”

Bill stood up a little, and moved his head towards Cinnamon’s face. They quickly kissed. Cin could taste her pussy juices all over Bill’s mouth, lips, and face. She liked her taste. They engaged in a French kiss for a few minutes.

Bill pulled back, and said, “I guess I better get to my office, before everyone gets here.”

Cinnamon laughed, “Bill, you are going to march down to the bathroom and wash off your face. Damn if I’m going to have your wife come to work, gives you a quick peck on the cheek, and smell me on your face. Besides, you have enough of my pussy juice on your face; all of the employees are going to know what you have been doing.”

Bill listened, but was not really listening to Cin, “Really?”

“Yes, Bill, you are going to the bathroom and wash your face and hands. And I’m going to the woman’s room and put on my work clothes. Move it buster before someone catches us in here.”

Bill left the room, and Cinnamon then walked down the hall to the bathroom. The bathroom had some lockers, and she always kept a spare set of clothes in there, especially when she decided to come to work naked. As she put on her panties and pants, she yawned a little. Oh hell, now I got to work for the next eight hours. What a bitch.

11:55 a.m.



Cin 24: 11 pm to Midnight



11:00 p.m.

During stories taking place over one day, Cinnamon enjoyed phone sex with George; her boss Bill ate her pussy; she takes a late lunch break and visits her lover Mark at a motel, with Mark fucking her ass. Later, Mark fucked her co-worker, Sally, as Cinnamon watched and masturbated; then Sally ate Cinnamon. Late at night in she cybered on the computer, and then decided to return back to the motel room, and has found someone in the shower.

No one was in the king sized bed. There had been someone there, which was clear from the state the bed was in. Some song was playing from the radio. Cin walked in and closed the door behind her. Then she heard the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom. Cinnamon's heart started racing. She quickly kicked off of her shoes and pulled off of her sweats. She opened the bathroom door and walked in.

"Hi!"

Cin pulled the shower curtain back, and stepped in. There stood Sally, so wet and soapy. She immediately began to kiss her, and Sally kissed her back. They began to push tongues each other's mouths. Sally sucked on Cin's tongue, like it was a little penis. Cin was getting as aroused as Sally pulled her into the shower.

Sally got down on her knees, and quickly started to lick and suck on Cin's clitty and pussy. Cin had her hands on the back of Sally's head, pulling her closer to her body. Sally's tongue was quickly getting Cin aroused and wet, and the pressure on her clit was making her nipples so erect. Or was it standing in a warm shower having the water masturbating her breasts?

Cin could barely stand, when she let out a series of moans as she climaxed. She then kneeled down in the shower, and began kissing Sally's lips, tasting herself. She started to move down towards Sally's breasts, and began to suck and knead on her huge tits. She sucked and bit on her nipples, taking each in turn.

While Cin was playing with Sally's tits, her hands moved down to her groin. Cin felt Sally's hairy bush, and pushed three fingers into her cunt. She pushed them in hard, and found Sally quite wet. She started to finger fuck Sally, while continuing to suck on her tits. Sally held on to Cin, wrapping her hands around her, rubbing her back.

Sucking on Sally's tits and finger fucking her was causing Cinnamon to think, why not, I am ready to do something I have never done, eat a pussy. Would she, could she?

The water in the shower was now getting a little cold, so the two women got up off the floor and grabbed towels, rubbing each other's body dry. Cin found that Sally was a little ticklish around her stomach. Sally enjoyed Cin slowly drying off her legs, from her butt to her toes.

Cin grabbed Sally's hand, and led her to the bed. She turned and kissed Sally on her face, and then pushed her down on the bed. Sally lay there on the bed, looking so sensual. She spread her legs apart, begging Cin to lick her, kiss her, and suck on her.

Cinnamon moved between her legs, and started to lick and suck on Sally's tits again, with her hand moving downward between Sally's legs. She quickly began to finger fuck her again. Sally's moans told her she needed to do more, so Cin then began to kiss downward on Sally's body, avoiding tickling her.

Her tongue started to lick up and down Sally's clitty. She continued to finger fuck Sally's cunt, which was wet and getting wetter. She flicked back and forth, and was rewarded with moans from Sally. This encouraged Cin to continue to lick and suck more.

She moved downwards, and her tongue licked Sally's pussy lips, and then upwards, pushing her tongue inside her cunt. Cin had finally tasted a pussy, and she enjoyed what she was doing. She continued to alternate between Sally's cunt and clit, and responded to Sally's moans as she began to roll, climaxing several times.

After Sally had come several times, she moved around so that Sally and Cinnamon were now in a 69 position, with both eating pussy. Sally quickly caused Cin to climax.

Cin's came again, and then the third time was one of those awesome climaxes that left her breathless. She pulled away from Sally's cunt, catching her breath. Sally continued to lick and suck her, and finally Cin had to ask her to stop. She had become so sensitive, and could not take any more.

Sally moved around, and the two women hugged each other. They lay there together for a few minutes, and then Sally got off the bed. Cin was too spent to move, and barely turned her head to watch as Sally started to put on her bra and panties. 

"I got to get home before midnight, as Stan (her husband) works the swing shift and will be expecting me to be home by then," Sally said.

Cin nodded as she watched her co-worker put on her clothes. After getting dressed, Sally came over to Cinnamon and gave her a sensual French kiss.

"Good by for now Cinnamon."

Sally walked out of the motel room.

Cin picked up her cell phone and dialed a number.

11:45 p.m. 



Cin 24: 3:30 to 4:15



3:30 p.m.

During part one, Cinnamon enjoyed phone sex with George. In part two, her boss Bill at her pussy. In part three, Cinnamon takes a late lunch break and visits her lover Mark at a motel. Mark has asked her a question.

She could not continue. She lay on top of Mark, stopping her fucking him, but having his cock deep inside her cunt.

“That was good, sweetie. I loved being fucked like that. What would you like me to do now, bend you over and fuck you from behind? Or would you like to swallow cum?”

Cinnamon looked up at Mark’s face. What a choice. But she looked at the clock, and realized that she had only about twenty minutes before she had to head back to work.

She got off of Mark, and rolled off the bed. She walked over to the upholstered chair sitting by the motel room window. She kneeled on the seat, and gripped her hands to the top of the chair’s back. She wiggled her butt in Mark’s direction. Only a fool would not know what she wanted her lover to do. 

She turned her head, and saw Mark quickly approaching, with his ten inch cock long, hard, thick, and pointing upward at her butt. Mark rammed his dick into her pussy with one stroke, it being quite wet and lubricated after being fucked properly a few minutes ago. Mark started to thrust in and out of Cinnamon’s vagina.

Cinnamon could feel his balls bang against her butt, as his cock moved deeper inside her cunt. She loved being fucked from behind. And with time being so short, she knew that Mark was going to fuck her fast and hard, the way she liked to be fucked.

Mark continued his onslaught. He was standing on the floor, but leaning his chest into Cinnamon’s back. He reached both his hands around, pinching and pulling on her nipples, and sometimes squeezing her tits. This caused Cin to get wetter and hotter, as her nipples were hard wired to her clitty. Mark’s stroking was rubbing against her clit, and her g-spot, and deep into her womb. She cried out, “Oh damn, it feels so damn good, oh yes, oh yes, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Cin pushed her butt back against Mark’s groin, and this seemed to push his dick in deeper. She squeezed her pussy and heard Mark cry out in pleasure. She was rolling, and in a few minutes, she was going to have another orgasm.

“Keep pounding me, Mark! Oh it feels so good. Oh yea, yes, yes, hmmmmmmmmm, yes, oh God, oh God, yes, yes, yessssssssssssss, hmmmmmmmmmmm, yes, yes!”

Cin then screamed through her climax, it felt so good to have her pussy pounded by such a huge cock. She never wanted Mark to stop.

She then felt a finger start to push its way into her asshole. She loved being stimulated there. She pushed back against the finger, and it popped right in. The finger started to rotate around her anus, and it felt so good.

Mark continued to pound on her, causing her to roll to another climax. She screamed, “Oh Mark, oh yes, oh God, yes, yes, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, yes, yesssssssss, oh God!”

Then Mark pulled his cock out of her pussy. Cin felt so empty. She turned to look, and saw Mark walking over to the bathroom. Why had he stopped? She watched as Mark went to the sink, grabbed something, and started to come back to her. His cock looked so shiny, it was so huge, she thought about turning around on the chair and offering her lips to it.

Mark pushed her against the back of the chair, and suddenly she felt something cold and wet go up her ass. Before she could speak, she could feel the pink head of his cock start to enter her asshole. Oh, she loved the feel of cock up her ass. It filled her up so much. And Mark’s huge thick cock filled it more than she was used to. She reached around to his hips and pushed lightly against him. “Slow down big boy; let me get use to you a little.”

Mark stopped pushing, and let Cin control his entry. She pressed down as if going to the bathroom, and his cock entered her about an inch. It still felt so good. She pressed down again, and it went in more. Cin continued to rock back a little at a time, pressing down, and pressing back. In a few minutes, Mark’s cock was deeply in her ass. She began to rock back and forth faster, and soon, she pulled her hands off of Mark’s hips, and then said, “OK, it feels great in my ass, now start to fuck me slowly.”

Mark responded to her command, and rocked in and out of Cinnamon’s ass in a slow motion, making sure he pushed all the way in, and then pulled almost all the way out. Sometimes he would stop midway, and reverse direction. Sometimes he would slightly move his hips, rotating his cock slightly, listening to her moans of pleasure to tell him whether to continue or to try some other motion.

Cinnamon’s eyes were closed, concentrating on the cock in her ass. It continued to feel so good. She had asked Mark several times to fuck her up the ass, but he had never seemed so interested in doing it. He would rather fuck her pussy for hours, or have her suck his cock and fill her mouth with his cum.

Cin could feel a different form of climax building up inside of her. She loved the feel of a dick in her ass, and Mark’s cock felt every bit of her. She was letting loose with moans of pleasure, and sometimes she attempted to squeeze his cock.

Suddenly she heard the motel room’s clock radio go off. That meant that it was ten minutes to four, and she only had about five minutes to finish and get dressed, in order to drive back to work. Mark knew that too, and he started to move faster inside of her.

Cin knew that Mark was not going to last long. He was pinching her nipples hard, and her pussy was so wet that she could feel her juices down her thighs. She pressed back, and knew that this was going to start Mark’s orgasm. 

Before he began to cum, she suddenly was greeted with her own anal orgasm, and she screamed and moaned, “OH my God! Oh God, it feels so damn good, Oh my, yes, yessssssssss, yes, my God, yes, fuck me harder Mark, oh my, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, oh my, yes, yesssssssss, yes.”

Mark banged harder, and suddenly Cinnamon felt the hotness of his spunk insider her ass. He continued to fuck her ass, and she continued to feel hot shots of his sperm. This triggered another orgasm inside her. “Oh my Godddddddddddddddddddd!” was all she could say.

Mark pulled his dick out of her ass. He helped her off the chair, and then went to the bathroom for some towels. He handed them to Cinnamon, who dried herself off. She was all smiles for her lover.

Cinnamon looked at the clock, and it showed a few minutes past four. Oh shit, I’m going to be late back to work. She sat on the bed, and pulled on her panties and pants. I could use a quick shower, but there is no time. She pulled on the blouse, and started to button it. She turned to look at Mark, who was now lying on the bed, with his head propped up by two pillows. He looked content, laying there naked with his cock looking slightly slick, but still partly erect.

“Don’t you have some place to go Mark?”

“Oh, I have to be somewhere at four thirty, plenty of time. Hey, can you meet with back her around eight?”

“I don’t get off until nine tonight. Let me see, and I will call you later.”

“Surprise me Cin; bring a lady friend if you can.”

Cin laughed at the thought. It was Mark’s fantasy, to be in a threesome with two women. She pulled on her shoes, leaned over to kiss her lover, and walked out the motel room. She got in the car and drove quickly back to the store.

When she walked in, she saw that the store was not very crowded, and no one seemed to notice that she was late from lunch. No one saw her, except Sally, who was watching as Cinnamon walked to the cash register.

4:15 p.m.



Cin 24: 3 am Until 8 am



3 a.m.

During stories taking place over one day, Cinnamon enjoyed phone sex with George; her boss Bill ate her pussy; she takes a late lunch break and visits her lover Mark at a motel, with Mark fucking her ass. Later, Mark fucked her co-worker, Sally, as Cinnamon watched and masturbated; then Sally ate Cinnamon. Late at night in she cybered on the computer, and then decided to return back to the motel room. She found Sally in the shower and Cinnamon made love to a woman for the first time. As Cin awaited a friend to drop by, she masturbated watching the movie Body Heat. Her boss Bill brought his friend Bruce by, and Cinnamon experienced her first double penetration.

Cin lay on Bruce, and grabbed his wet dick and placed its head into her pussy. She pushed her cunt downwards, and Bruce shoved right in. Bill moved off the bed, and walked behind her. She felt the bed move, as Bill moved behind her. Cin felt Bill’s dick against her rosebud. She pushed back a little, and it popped in. Cin pushed downwards and backwards, and his little cock went into her ass. This was Cinnamon’s first time having a cock in both her ass and pussy at the same time.

Bruce started to buck against her, and the motions rocked backwards into Bill’s dick deep in her ass. Cin started to moan. She was starting to roll in orgasmic fury, when she heard Bruce start to scream and felt the hot spunk of Bruce inside her cunt. It was way too soon for Cinnamon to climax. Bill continued for about a minute, and came in her ass. His dick quickly left her ass. Bruce pushed her off him, and Cin rolled over and lay on the bed.

Bruce got up, and started to put his clothes on. Bill was quiet also, catching his breath. In literally a minute, Bruce was dressed and started to walk out of the room.

Bill said, “Take care Bruce, maybe we can do this some other time.”

Bruce opened the motel room door, and left the room. Cin cuddled up next to Bill, and in a few seconds heard him snoring. Cinnamon closed her eyes for a few minutes.

6 a.m.

Cinnamon woke up to Bill sucking on her clit. She lay on her back, and spread her legs, enjoying his sweet tongue licking and sucking on her clitty. He really could suck pussy. In a few minutes, Cin was rolling to a great wake-up orgasm.

She looked over at the clock radio. Oh crap, it’s six in the morning. She needed to get home before her hubby woke up at 6:45. Luckily, the motel room was only ten minutes away from her house. She got up, and realizing she has cum down her legs from both her pussy and asshole, she decided she had a few minutes to jump in the shower. 

As she came out of the bathroom drying her hair, Bill just lay on the bed watching her.

“Don’t you need to get home to your ball and chain?” she asked Bill.

“Oh yea, I should get going to, but I just had to watch you come out of the shower, all naked and such. You look so good.”

Cin smiled at Bill and threw the towel in his direction. He grabbed an end, and tried to snap the towel against her ass. He missed and almost fell off the bed. Cin laughed, followed by Bill’s giggling.

“Almost broke my neck! I wonder if you would have called 911 before you sped out of the motel room?”

“Maybe, but the room is in Mark’s name, and the cops would have figured that you and he were having an affair,” she laughed.

Cinnamon quickly got dressed. She kissed Bill, and walked out of the room. She hopped into the car, and drove home. She went to the back door, and went into the kitchen, just in case her husband woke up early. She listened, and there was no sound of anyone awake. Well, not really, she could hear hubby snoring upstairs.

She went upstairs and walked into her bathroom. She quickly put on her nightgown, and quietly slipped into her bed. Hubby continued to snore. 

In a few minutes, the alarm went off, and hubby slapped at the clock radio. He mumbled something, and rolled over to spoon Cinnamon. This caught Cin by surprised, as the last time she had had sex with her husband had been over six months ago. He started to caress her back and rubbed his crotch into her butt. She pretended that she was asleep.

“Oh, Mary, you feel so good!” her husband said.

Cin could not believe what she heard. Who the heck was Mary? She continued to feign sleep.

“Mary, I just want to fuck your ass again and again.”

Cin was pissed, but also aroused by this. She started to push her butt against his crotch, still pretending that she was asleep. She was starting to get aroused.

The alarm sounded, and hubby woke up suddenly, pushing into her enough that it would normally wake her up. “Sorry, honey, must have rolled to your side of the bed. I almost knocked you off the bed.”

“No problem,” Cin said sleepily. She stretched and rolled over on the bed acting like she was trying to go back to sleep.

Hubby got off the bed, and went into the bathroom. Cinnamon rolled onto her back, and she was wide awake. Her thoughts were racing. Who was Mary? Why did she not suspect that hubby was fucking someone else? What clues had she ignored?

In about fifteen minutes, hubby came out of the bathroom, and went into the walk-in closet and began getting dressed for work. He came out, went to the bed, and kissed her on the cheek. Cin mumbled a thank you.

As soon as she heard the car speed away, Cinnamon went to his dresser drawers and started to search. In just a few minutes, she found a piece of paper with the name Mary written on it and a phone number. She also found some condoms and KY jelly. And that after shave that she hated. It looked like he was having an affair.

The phone rang. It was George calling for some morning phone sex. Cin stopped him, and started to tell him about her big surprise, as well as the events of the last 24 hours. George was such a voyeur.

8 a.m.



Cin 24: 4:15 until 8:30



4:15 p.m.

During part one, Cinnamon enjoyed phone sex with George. In part two, her boss Bill ate her pussy. In part three, Cinnamon takes a late lunch break and visits her lover Mark at a motel. Part 4 concluded with Mark fucking Cin's ass.

Cinnamon returned to work, about 15 minutes late from her lunch. But it was such a nice lunch, having spent it with Mark's ten inch cock inside her pussy and ass.

The store was not too crowded, and no one seemed to notice that she was a little late. Cin did not notice Sally looking at her from her office. Cin went back to the cash register, and started to check a customer out.

Customers came and went, and the afternoon quickly disappeared. 

6:15 p.m.

Cin looked at her watch, and saw it was 6:15 p.m. She thought, time for a break and a chance to get off of her feet. Another saleswoman took over the cash register. Cinnamon walked over to the break room, grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, sat down, and closed her eyes as she seeped the cold water.

She felt hands rubbing both of her shoulders. Oh, it felt good. At first, she thought it was Bill massaging her, but realized that the hands were smaller and the motions were different. But she enjoyed the sensations. Finally, her curiosity got the better of her; she opened her eyes, and turned her head. "Sally! Oh, that feels good."

Sally was standing behind her, rubbing her neck and shoulders. She did not stop, in fact, after Cin saw her, she continued with renewed vigor. Finally, she said, "Cin, saw you come back from lunch a little late. I was wondering what caused you to be late."

"I'm sorry, just lost track of time, and the traffic seemed heavier than normal," Cin offered.

"I noticed that your face was quite flush. I wonder what kind of lunch you were having today."

Cinnamon thought for a moment, and then said, "Sally, I was meeting my lover for a bit of an afternoon delight. We met at the motel down the street, and it was wonderful."

"Your lover? I thought so. Was it Bill?"

"Bill? No way Sally! Would you want that old man between your legs?"

Bill was Cinnamon's boss, and Sally was trying to find out who Bill was fooling around with. Little did she know that Bill had spent an hour between Cin's legs eating her pussy this morning?

"Yea, I guess you are right. Must be one of the other saleswomen who are getting plugged by him."

Sally was continuing to massage Cin, and the motions were becoming slight erotic.

"Sally, you might be able to help me with a little situation I have with my lover. I know you are always flirting with me, and I wonder if you might be interested in a threesome with my lover and me."

Sally considered the offer. She always wanted to make love to Cinnamon, and here was her chance. And she would also get a cock to boot, not a bad bargain.

"OK, when would we do this?"

"Tonight, after work, if I can get off a little early, we would meet him at 8 p.m."

"OK, I can arrange you to leave a little early tonight. But let's stop at our bar and have a drink first. Let's leave at 7:30 then."

Cin nodded. Mark would be so surprised. He had been asking for a threesome for years.

Sally moved her head down and gave Cinnamon a little kiss on her neck, and left the room. Cin got up, and started to return to the cash register. She realized how aroused she had gotten while Sally had massaged her.

About 7 p.m., she called Mark on her cell phone. She told him that she would be there at 8 and quickly hung up the phone.

7:30 p.m.

Sally and Cinnamon left work driving over to their favorite tavern. It was just across the street from the motel, where Mark was waiting. They walked in, nodded at a few of the regulars, and sat down at the bar and ordered their drinks.

This would be the first time Cinnamon had ever been with a woman. She suspected that Sally was not inexperienced. They sat there sipping their drinks, chatting about the guys in the bar.

In a few minutes, they had finished, and got up to walk over to the motel. They walked up the stairs, and Cin could feel Sally's eyes on her butt. Cin knocked on the door to room 213. Mark quickly opened the door.

8 p.m.

Mark looked outside, and saw Sally with Cinnamon. His cock started to rise underneath the bathrobe. He kissed Cin, and turned to the other woman, "Hi, I'm Mark."

"I'm Sally." She walked into the room, and closed the door.

Cin sat down on the chair, and watched Mark and Sally. Sally began to unbutton her blouse, while Mark stood there, kissing her neck, touching her shoulders. Sally turned around and faced Cinnamon, and pushed her butt into Mark's crotch. She finished unbuttoning her blouse, and Mark's hands were now rubbing her bra, pinching on her nipples that Cin could see jutting out. Sally tilted and turned her head, and started to kiss Mark on the lips. This was turning Mark on, and it was turning Cin on.

"Are you just going to watch us? Or would you like to join us?" Mark said.

"Let me sit here a while, and watch you two."

Mark ran one hand down the side of Sally, while the other hand continued to massage her breast. He started to rub up and down her crotch, rubbing her pussy through the material of her pants and panties. Sally was continuing to French kiss Mark. She reached down and unbuttoned her pants. She stepped away, and quickly took off her blouse and pants, tossing them at Cinnamon.

Cin caught them, and got up and hung them in the closet. Old habits are hard to die, she thought. She then decided to take her clothes off too, leaving on her bra and panties to match where Sally was at. Turning back to the couple and sitting back in the chair, she saw that they had lay down on the bed, still looking in her direction.

Cinnamon had seen couples making love in movies, and had heard Bill and Ann making love when they shared a cabin about ten years ago. She had never seen anyone make love in front of her. She was aroused, and one hand pinched on her nipples through her bra while the other gently rubbed up and down her pussy.

Sally had rolled over on top of Mark, and he had unclasped her bra. Sally lifted off him, and pulled it off. Her breasts sprang out, with her nipples fully erect. She reached down and pulled her panties down her legs. Cin could see her reddish pussy hair between her legs and butt. Mark's cock jutted from the bathrobe, and Sally quickly straddled him, pushing him deep inside her cunt.

Cin continued to watch the couple, as Sally fucked Mark. She laid on his chest at first, but then she raised her back straight up, allowing Mark to play with her tits. Cin began to rub her clitty hard. Sally was moaning, and it would not be long before she was going to come. Sally did not say much, just a lot of moans and cries of satisfaction.

Sally then started to scream, "Oh Mark, oh Mark, you feel so good, so large, I'm going to, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh, oh, oh, oh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Cin began to scream in unison, "Oh, oh my God, oh yes, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

8:30 p.m.



Cin 24: 8:30 until 9:15 pm



8:30 p.m.

During part one, Cinnamon enjoyed phone sex with George. In part two, her boss Bill ate her pussy. In part three, Cinnamon takes a late lunch break and visits her lover Mark at a motel. Part 4 concluded with Mark fucking Cin's ass. During Part 5, Mark fucked Sally as Cinnamon watched and masturbated.

Sally collapsed on Mark after she finished climaxing. Cinnamon had a nice orgasm too watching the couple. Cin took off her bra and panties, and lay on the bed next to Mark and Sally.

"That looked so sexy, so sensual, you two."

Mark just smiled, and hoped that there would be more, especially between the two women.

Sally rolled off of Mark to the side, and Mark now lay between Sally and Cinnamon. This provided access to Mark's cock, and Cin reached out to stroke it. She then got on her elbows, and moved her mouth towards it.

It was nice and slick, from Sally's pussy juices. Cinnamon licked the head, and down the side. It tasted good, it was a little different than her pussy, but it was turning her on. She proceeded to give Mark a slow, sensual blow job, licking her tongue up and down his ten inches, kissing on his pink head, and starting to push it deep into her mouth. She could take about seven inches into her mouth. She would close her mouth, and knew that this really turned on Mark. She would then let it slide out, and returned to licking and sucking down its length. She would get to his balls, and suck each into her mouth. 

When she moved up his shaft, she met Sally who was sucking on the cock head. Cin licked around under the pink head, and then Sally lifted up, and the two women began to kiss each other.

Sally could taste herself on Cin's mouth and lips. It had been a few months since she had kissed a woman, and she had thoughts about kissing Cinnamon for a number of years. She pushed her tongue deeper into her mouth, and their two tongues caressed each other.

Mark lay there and watched the two women kiss. He would have loved for them to continue the blow job, but he could have Cin give him a blow job anytime.

Sally began to rub Cin's nipples, pinching and pulling them. Based upon Cin's response to her touch, she knew that she was very sensitive and also desired her to continue. She broke the kiss, and pushed Cin down on the bed lying on her back. Sally's mouth then began kissing and sucking on Cin's right nipple, and after a few minutes, moved over to the left one.

Cinnamon loved to have her nipples sucked on, but became really turned on when they were pinched, pulled, and bit on. Her pussy was hard wired to her nipples, and she was becoming very wet and aroused.

Sally enjoyed sucking and biting on Cin's breasts, but she wanted to go down more, and taste her pussy. She could smell Cinnamon, and realized quickly that her sucking her nipples was getting her turned on. She continued for a while, and then began to give her butterfly kisses down her stomach.

Sally thought it was so unusual for a woman Cin's age to be shaved, but she enjoyed the smooth skin as she flipped her tongue across her clitty, and buried her face in Cinnamon's pussy. She tasted so good. Cin spread her legs apart, providing greater access for Sally.

Mark watched this, and decided to move behind Sally so that he had a better view. His cock was harder as he watched the women making love. He decided to enter Sally from behind.

Sally was busy eating Cin's pussy and clit, and then felt Mark push his cock into her cunt. He started to rock her back and forth, which translated into Sally's mouth pushing deeper into Cinnamon's crotch each time. Cin was enjoying Sally's efforts, and moaning loudly.

Cinnamon was starting to roll. She loved having back to back to back climaxes. She continued to scream and moan and this seemed to increase the sucking and licking and biting and kissing from Sally. Cin had never had a woman eat her pussy, and it was far better than any man had done. Her face was soft, her lips just perfect, she seemed to know what to touch, for so long, and what to touch lightly, what to touch firmly, oh it felt so good.

Mark was watching Sally press herself against Cin's pussy. He started to fuck Sally harder, wanting to come deep inside her. He banged her butt hard, and reached around and pinched on her nipples.

Cin began to come, and her thighs squeezed around Sally's head. Cinnamon screamed out, "Oh my God, oh my, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, oh my, oh my, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Hearing Cinnamon climax, Mark let loose his spunk, and came deeply inside Sally. Feeling his hot cum, Sally felt her own climax, but continued to ride Cin's bucking orgasm. Sally could not scream out, as her mouth was buried against Cinnamon's cunt.

Sally continued to eat Cin, and caused her to climax again. Then she lifted her head off, and lay on the bed next to her. Cin stroked Sally's head, and thanked her again and again. Mark's cock was still inside Sally, and she leaned against him, moving him slowly and teasingly.

The three touch each other tenderly, and relaxed.

Cin looked at the motel room clock. "I need to go home, as my husband will be expecting me from work."

Sally and Mark laughed, and watched Cinnamon quickly wash up and put her clothes on. Mark explained that he would have to leave by about 11 and go back home.

"Go ahead and play after I leave, you two."

Cinnamon saw that two room key cards lying on the desk. She picked up one and put it in her purse, thinking that the room was booked until tomorrow noon. She might have use for the room later.

Cin kissed Sally, and then kissed Mark. "I hope you enjoyed your surprise, honey."

Mark nodded, with a grin on his face. His cock was still deep inside Sally.

Cinnamon walked towards the door, opened it, and turned back at the couple on the bed. "Have fun!" She then walked out of the motel room and went down the stairs.

9:15 p.m.



Cin 24: 8 am Until 10 am



8:10 a.m.

Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Cinnamon was sound asleep. In her dream, a lover was calling her on the phone. Ring, ring. Ring, ring. "Wait, that is the sound of my cell ringing," Cinnamon said to herself. She rolled over to the nightstand, and picked up the phone.

"Hello," she said.

"Hi," said the deep voice on the other end of the line. Cinnamon felt herself get a little wet and aroused, knowing it was one of her favorite phone lovers, George.

"Hi lover, it's been so long, almost two days since we last talked," she giggled.

"Talked? I think we did more than just talk the night before. Or do you not remember our pleasant conversation of Monday night? What I recall, you screamed lovingly into my ear most of the evening."

Cinnamon remembered the phone sex that George and she had had last Monday. She had climaxed several times during the call, and George had masturbated to a climax at her urging. "Let me see, Monday, let's see, I talked with Mark, fucked him silly, and then there was Steve, and, of course, Sam called again. Are you sure that we talked on Monday night, nothing is ringing a bell."

They both laughed. They loved to kid each other over the phone. George's humor was what first attracted her to him on Lit, and his voice and his imagination involving sex were just a plus to giving and receiving pleasure.

"So what are you doing this morning, Cin?"

"I was sleeping," looking over to the clock radio, "I don't have to get up until 10 a.m."

"Should I let you go back to sleep, lover?"

Cinnamon could feel the wetness between her thighs. Even if George hung up the phone, she would not be able to fall back asleep without playing with herself until she came. "Oh, no, please don't go, I need you, I need you badly."

"How badly do you need me? Would you give up an hour of beauty sleep so that I can satisfy you deeply?"

"Oh George, fuck me dear, fuck me."

"I am sitting between your legs, rubbing your calves and the top of your feet. I am rubbing them firmly, so as not to tickle you. I am rubbing the back of your knees. Hope you are feeling the heat back there?"

"George, it feels so good!"

"Now I am moving up your legs, rubbing the outside of your thighs, rubbing against the side of your butt. I move slowly back down to your feet, touching them softly, massaging your calves, back up to your knees."

"Oh, you are making me so hot, just touching me. I need you, lover."

"I am massaging the inside of your thighs, Cin. Moving slowly, softly, upwards towards your lovely, wet, tasty, PUSSY."

Cinnamon felt the rush of wetness between her legs. She had been pinching and pulling her nipples, which had a direct connection to her cunt. The sound of the word PUSSY caused her to be thoroughly aroused. Her right hand reached downwards, past her stomach, and between her thighs. "Mmmmm," was all she could say.

"I move on the bed, getting into position so that I can, touch you with my tongue, with my mouth, with my nose, and of course, my fingers all over."

"Oh please, George, please!"

"I kiss your thighs, moving upwards from your knees. Butterfly kisses, touching you lightly. And when I am almost to the top, I shift to your other thigh, moving downwards, kissing you again and again."

"Soon I grow tired of teasing you Cinnamon. I start to move my mouth closer, close, smelling you; I can feel how wet and aroused you are dear. My tongue sticks out, and licks the outside of your pussy lips, upwards, almost to your clitty, and back down your cunt, pushing my tongue deeper inside you. You taste so good. I love your taste. I could live forever between your legs licking you, eating you. This is heaven."

Cinnamon had now moved her left hand down to her pussy. Her fingers were pushing inside, while her right hand's thumb was rubbing her clitoris. She pushed two fingers inside. "Ohhh," she moaned.

"Now I am moving upwards, licking the bottom of your clit, flicking my tongue back and forth, up and down, working my way to your spot, to that place you love me to lick, and kiss, and suck. I move my right hand upwards, pushing two fingers into your pussy, starting to finger fuck you. Quickly, I push a third finger into your cunt. Moving faster while I continue to lick, suck, and wrap my lips around your clitty."

Cin was continuing to play with herself, rubbing both her clit and masturbating her pussy. She loved how George loved to play with her, knowing how it drives her, causing her to roll and quickly climax.

"I then pull my fingers out of your cunt. I move my hand, past your breasts, and let you suck on my fingers. You love your taste; you suck on each of my fingers in turn."

Cinnamon was quickly becoming very aroused, what George likes to call ROLLING. She knew she was close to Cumming. She continued to frig her clitty while finger fucking her pussy. Her breath was short, gasping into the phone. George could hear her, he knew her, and he knew she was about to cum.

"My fingers move from your mouth, and down your body. I pinch your right nipple, it is so hard. Then you feel me, moving my left hand inside your cunt, three fingers, no four, pushing hard inside you, while I continue to suck and lick and softly bite your clit. I am finger fucking you, when you feel my fingers touch your anus, pressing one finger slowly slowly inside you."

This small act of touching her ass caused Cinnamon to start to scream in an intense orgasm. She continues to scream through three separate climaxes. All she could do is moan intensely into the phone.

George could hear her, oh; he loved to hear her cum. This was heaven for him. He continued to tell Cinnamon how he was finger fucking her cunt, sucking on her clitty, and pushing a finger slowly up her ass.

This caused Cin to feel an intense orgasm that began on the back of her knees, and moved quickly up her body. She curled her toes, and tilted her head back, screaming again into the phone. "Oh my God, George, oh my God!!!! Please, please, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, don't stop, don't stop."

George let her scream. There was not much to say.

Suddenly, the clock radio alarm blared out a classic rock station singing a Three Dog Night song. Cinnamon looked over at the clock radio, and was amazed to see it read 10 a.m. She said, "Oh George, I have to get up, take a shower, get dressed, and get off to work. Oh baby, this was such a nice wake up call. But if I don't stop now, I will be late to work."

George understood. He had to get back to work soon also. He said, "Cinnamon, I understand, and I enjoyed you so so much. Hope you spend the day with my voice in your head, hoping that you have to stop working during the day and run into the ladies room, and relieve the tension."

Cinnamon laughed. "Bye lover."

"Good bye Cin. Until we talk again or see each other on Lit. Take care. Kiss."

"Kiss."

The phone line went dead. Cinnamon pulled her hands from her pussy and clit, and moved them to her mouth. She began to suck on her fingers, tasting herself. Damn, I really have to get up and get going.

10:15 a.m. 



Cin 24:  9:15 to 11 pm



9:15 p.m.

During part one, Cinnamon enjoyed phone sex with George. In part two, her boss Bill ate her pussy. In part three, Cinnamon takes a late lunch break and visits her lover Mark at a motel. Part 4 concluded with Mark fucking Cin’s ass. During Part 5, Mark fucked Sally as Cinnamon watched and masturbated. In Part 6, Sally ate Cinnamon.

Cinnamon could barely concentrate on her driving. Her thoughts were of what had just occurred. Her pussy was still quite wet and her nipples were aroused. It was the first time she had ever had a woman suck on her tits and eat her pussy. If there had been time available, would Cin have returned the favor?

Cin pulled into the driveway as the garage door automatically opened. Hubby was home, back early from his bowling night. He usually ate something there, as well as several beers. She probably would not have to cook him dinner tonight. She walked in, and found him sitting on the sofa, drinking another beer. He nodded, barely turning his head as he watched his TV show. She thought she could have walked in naked, and he would not have noticed.

“Honey, did you get something to eat tonight?”

“Yea, had a couple of brats while we bowled, got a 219 tonight and a total of 580.”

“Good for you, do you need anything?”

“Naw will finish watching this show and will hit the hay.”

Cin walked into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator. She pulled out a container of yogurt, and grabbed an apple. She sat down at the table, looking through the mail. She saw that it was mostly just bills and advertisements. After finishing her food, she walked by her husband, and told him she was going to take a shower.

The water in the shower felt nice against her body. I have lost track how many times I have climaxed today. She had had sex with George, Bill, Mark, and Sally, quite a day. After drying off, she put on a sweat shirt and pants, and went to downstairs. Hubby was still watching his show.

“Do you want another beer?”

“Nope, I’m going to bed. Are you staying up?”

“Yes, going to check my emails and look at some online catalogs.”

He got off of the sofa, walked over to Cin, kissed her on the cheek, and walked up the stairs to the bedroom. She picked up the beer bottle, straightened the pillows on the sofa, turned off the TV and the living room lights, and after stopping in the kitchen, she went downstairs to the basement. She was off work tomorrow, and knew she could play on the computer for a few hours.

This was her daughter’s old room, but she was off to college, so Cinnamon had turned it into her own computer room. She turned on a soft rock radio station, and pushed the power button on the computer. While she waited, she walked over to the little refrigerator and got out a cold bottle of water.

She first checked her email, nothing new except a couple of spam notes to delete. She wrote a note to Mark, saying how she enjoyed him fucking her and hoped he enjoyed watching her play with Sally.

She logged into Literotica erotic chat, and looked around to see who was there. Bill, her boss, was not logged in. That was unusual. 

She received a PM from a guy she did not know. He wanted to cyber her.

Hi baby, are you horny?

Hot Lady: Oh I am so wet!

Would you love to have my 8 inches deep inside you?

Hot Lady: Please fill me up.

Cinnamon was looking through the bills and advertisements as she cybered with this guy. She saw that there was going to be a sale at Kohl’s this weekend. She saw some blouses that she might like.

I am throwing you down on the bed. Now I am pulling your legs apart, and getting between them.

My cock is so hard wanting to fuck you.

Hot Lady: Oh baby, fuck me silly.

I am pushing my huge cock inside your cunt. I am all the way in you.

Hot Lady: Oh my, it feels so good. It’s so big inside me.

Cin was now looking through her bills. She pulled out her checkbook to pay the water and electric bill.

I am banging your cunt with my cock.

Moving in and out.

Hot Lady: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

In and out. In and out. Faster. Faster. In. Out.

Cin continued to pay her bills. Hot Lady: Oh baby, oh baby, it feels so good.

Fucking you harder. Harder. In and out. In. Out.

Cin was bored by the cyber. No imagination by this guy. She finished writing the check to the last bill. Hot Lady: Starting to cum, oh baby, oh baby.

The guy seemed oblivious to whatever Cinnamon was saying.

In and Out. In and Out.

Hot Lady: Cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmminggggggggggggggggg.

The PM box disappeared as the guy either logged off of Lit chat or got booted. Cin was relieved, as the cyber was so boring.

Cin got another PM from a guy, who wanted to fuck her silly. She chatted with him for a few minutes, cybering in a mostly one-sided conversation. Cin figured that he must be beating off and cumming quickly, as he left Lit immediately after saying he came.

George was not around either. She would have liked to have him call her; she loved his voice while she masturbated. There was no one on that she sometimes had phone sex with. She was chatting to a couple of woman friends in the Tub. Cin was bored.

10:45 p.m.

Cinnamon felt the motel room key card in the pocket of her sweat pants. I wonder if Mark had left the motel yet. I could drive over there and maybe surprise him. And surprise Sally too. Maybe she might suck on Sally’s big tits and eat her pussy?

Cin logged off the computer and went upstairs. Her husband was a really sound sleeper, and would not hear her leave the house. She had found over the last six months she could leave late at night, and as long as he woke up next to her, he was not the wiser.

She started the car, and backed out of the driveway. She was excited, wondering if she would get to the motel room in time and wondering what they might be doing. She pulled into the motel parking lot and did not see Mark’s car. She parked and got out of the car. She bounded up the steps, walking briskly to room 213. She put the key card in, and opened the motel room door.

No one was in the king sized bed. There had been someone there, which was clear from the state the bed was in. Some song was playing from the radio. Cin walked in and closed the door behind her. Then she heard the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom. Cinnamon’s heart started racing. She quickly kicked off of her shoes and pulled off of her sweats. She opened the bathroom door and walked in.

“Hi!”

11 p.m.



Cin 24:  Midnight to 1 am



11:45 p.m.

During stories taking place over one day, Cinnamon enjoyed phone sex with George; her boss Bill ate her pussy; she takes a late lunch break and visits her lover Mark at a motel, with Mark fucking her ass. Later, Mark fucked her co-worker, Sally, as Cinnamon watched and masturbated; then Sally ate Cinnamon. Late at night in she cybered on the computer, and then decided to return back to the motel room. She found Sally in the shower and Cinnamon made love to a woman for the first time.

Sally walked out of the motel room.

Cin picked up her cell phone and dialed a number.

Someone answered the phone.

“Hi dear, I’m in room 213 at our favorite motel. I am lying here naked, wondering if you are busy.”

“OK, see you in an hour.”

Cin hung up the phone. What would she do for an hour?

She wished she had brought some of her toys with her tonight. She walked into the bathroom, and grabbed the bottle of lotion sitting on the counter. She opened the closet door. She reached for a hanger with clips to hand trousers on. She looked around the room. Hmm, that remote might do.

She moved back on the bed, and turned the TV on. She switched channels, looking for something interesting. Sports, sports, news shows, blah, blah, blah. Oh, what is this?

She watched for a few minutes. Oh yes, she was watching Body Heat. It was a regular cable station, so the good parts would likely be blurred or skipped. The lawyer was trying to get into the house, and Matty was standing there. Finally, William Hurt used a porch chair to break open a glass door, and rushed in to embrace Kathleen Turner. Cin started to touch her clit; the scene was so sensual and erotic.

Cinnamon squeezed the lotion on her hands. She gently rubbed two fingers in her pussy. Slowly moving her fingers inside, watching the two lovers on the screen. 

She reached for the hanger, and adjusted the clips to be about a foot apart. She applied one of the clips to her nipple. Oh it felt so good. She loved to have her nipples pinched and she loved to apply nipple clamps to them. She moved the second clip, and attached it to her right nipple. Her nipples directly connected to her pussy, and her fingers became very, very wet.

She grabbed the remote. She was not going to change the channel. She moved its head to the entrance to her cunt. She did not need any lubrication. She pushed it in, slowly. It felt good. With her other hand, she pulled on the hanger, which pulled on both of her nipples. Her pussy was gushing. She pushed the remote in more. It was now six inches inside her cunt.

She alternated pulling on the hanger, and moving the remote in and out of her pussy. She continued to watch the movie, watching William Hurt make love to Kathleen Turner. She watched the sex scene where Hurt anally penetrated the woman. It turned her on, more. She moved the remote in and out faster. She twisted the hanger, providing a different feel to the clips pulling on both her nipples.

She pulled downward on the hanger, really pulling her nips. It was almost to the point of pain, but not to that point. Pleasure, not pain was what Cinnamon desired. Now she pulled upward and twisted, causing different pleasures on each nipple. She wished that there were a set of lips sucking on her nipples, lightly biting her. And she loved how it made her so horny, so wet, and so sexy.

She looked down at her bald pussy. She was frigging herself with the remote. It was going three quarters of the way in and out of her. The buttons of the remote were rubbing the slide of her pussy. Lightly rubbing her clitty, but her thumb was touching the outside of her clit. She was starting to feel the heat on the back of her knees.

Looking back at the TV, the two lovers were in the bathtub, so sexy. Cin began to roll. Her moans increased. She pulled the hanger out, extending her nipples. This caused her to climax. She screamed.

She closed her eyes. The heat rose up her body. She clinched her toes. Her nipples became so sensitive.

After the climax subsided, Cin pulled the remote out of her pussy. She accidentally changed the channel, and this caused her to laugh out loud. She pressed on the button, but did not return to the movie channel. The remote was slippery, and she dropped it to the floor beside the bed. A home shopping channel was selling jewelry. She was reaching for the remote when she heard a knock on the door. She jumped off the bed, and with the hanger still clipped to her nipples, she rushed to the door.

She opened the door. She stood there naked, with a hanger clipped to both nipples. She was standing there with a very wet cunt. Correction, a very wet naked cunt. The night air hit her.

“Hi.”

1 a.m.



Cin 24: Noon Until 3:30 pm



11:45 a.m.

In parts one and two, Cinnamon had phone sex with George and her boss Bill ate her pussy. Now she has to work the next eight hours at the store, with Bill, Bill’s wife, and the other sales personnel. 

Cinnamon looked at the mirror in the woman’s bathroom, making sure her hair and makeup looked alright. Her face was glowing, looking pretty good for a woman who just received several orgasms from her boss. She sure hoped that Bill washed off his face. Three weeks ago, he did not, and it was amazing that his wife did not notice. But Sally did smell pussy on Bill, and was wondering who Bill was fucking now.

Sally was the human resources manager for this and five stores in the area. Bill and his wife owned the store, but had borrowed money from a silent partner who also owned four other stores. Sally worked for the silent partner, making sure that the stores operated within reason, and that no hanky panky, either financial or otherwise, was about.

Cinnamon had known Sally for the last ten years, and they and their husbands went out to dinner about once a month. Sometimes Sally and Cin would go out to a favorite bar after work to unwind a little. She sometimes wondered if Sally was somehow hitting on her, by her manner at times, especially after a couple of drinks. Nothing had every happened, but Cinnamon sometimes thought how it might be with another woman.

Cinnamon walked out of the bathroom, and started walking down the hallway towards the retail store space. She expected at least one of the sales women would not show up for work, and she would have to work the bloody cash register again. It was a boring job, standing on her feet all day, but it was a little better than breaking down boxes and throwing them into the dumpster.

Before getting to the store proper, she heard Sally behind her. “Cin, could you stop by my office for a second?”

Cin turned around and nodded, and walked behind Sally towards her office. She sat down in the office as Sally closed the door, and then moved around to her chair behind the wooden desk.

“Sorry to bother you, but I have to be concerned about Bill again. I have evidence that he is probably fooling around with one of the sales staff again. Thank goodness Ann has not figured out he cheats on her. That would make this a real soap opera around here, and would disrupt the store’s business. Do you know anything or suspect anything, Cin?”

“Hmm, let me think if I have seen Bill looking hard at any of sales staff. Damn, Sally, you know Bill, he is one of the biggest flirts in this city. Most of the sales staff doesn’t have much in the way of brain power, but he picks them based on their big tits and sexy legs. And they don’t stay working here long, before they are off where ever. I can’t say I have noticed Bill flirting harder with anyone recently, or anyone alone in the back rooms with him besides Ann, you, and I. What makes you think Bill is fooling around?”

“Oh, about three weeks ago, he had his face in someone’s crotch. You could smell him from ten feet away. I continue to be amazed that Ann does not catch on.”

“Well I’ve known Ann for the last twenty-five years, and she might not be a perfect angel as you suggest. Who knows, maybe Bill and Ann decided to fool around before work, and Bill was so happy he wanted to taste her all day.”

They both laughed at that thought. Cinnamon knew that Bill got to fuck Ann maybe once a week, and it had been quite a while since he had ate his wife’s pussy. He would rather eat her pussy, and she felt a little wetness between her legs.

“OK, if you notice anything, please let me know. I hate to spy on Bill, but I do have to protect the owner’s interest in the store’s operations. I can’t have Bill getting us sued because he knocks off another salesperson.”

Cin got up off the chair, and left Sally’s office. So Bill had gotten someone pregnant once. Hmm, no wonder Sally is so concerned.

Her cell phone started ringing. She answered it. “Hello.”

“Hi sweetie, how is your day going?” Cinnamon recognized the voice of Mark, who had been her lover for the last ten years.

“Just starting work, so it’s about to go downhill soon,” she laughed.

“Oh, that is too bad. Hey, Cin, I found my afternoon is suddenly free. When is your lunch hour today?”

“Oh that sounds like fun. I have a lunch break at 3 p.m. today. Do you want to meet at the Comfort Inn at that time?”

“Good girl. I will get a room; just give me a call when you’re driving there. See you.”

“By, see you then.”

Cinnamon pushed the end button on the cell phone, and went into the store. She could work the cash register for the next three hours.”

3:00 p.m.

Cinnamon was out to the parking lot about two minutes to the hour, and jumped quickly into her car. The hotel was just three blocks away. She dialed Marks number on her cell.

He answered, “213.” She repeated the number, and he said yes. She hung up the phone. She pulled her car into the motel parking lot, and parked near the stairwell. She bounded up the steps and reached the door to room 213 in less than five minutes from leaving work. 

She knocked, but the door was ajar, and she pushed it open. She walked in, and there was Mark lying on the bed naked. Cinnamon licked her lips. Mark’s cock was standing erect, all ten inches, its pink head already aroused.

Cin moved on to the bed, and her mouth went immediately to Mark’s cock. She loved to suck dicks, and loved it even more when she was rewarded with a mouthful of semen. He tongue licked down the length, and around, and back up to the head. Her mouth wrapped around the pink top, and she began sucking it into her mouth. She could easily take half of Mark into her mouth with no trouble, and with a little work, could work seven inches before his dick would hit the back of her throat.

She looked up a Mark, who was enjoying her attention. He said, “It’s been almost a month since you sucked me. And two weeks since I last fucked that lovely pussy. That feels so good, Cin.”

Cinnamon kept sucking and licking on his dick. She wondered if she should just continue giving him a blow job until he came, given the shot time frame that they had. But her pussy was getting so wet, and her nipples needed attention. She decided that she would suck him for another few minutes, and then mount him.

Mark just lay on the bed, letting his lover do all the work.

Cin started to unbutton her blouse as she continued the blowjob. She was licking and putting each of his balls in her mouth, when she moved upwards licking and kissing on his long shaft. She lifted herself upwards, and took the blouse off, and reached behind herself and unlatched her bra. Her 42C tits sprang out, their nipples rock hard. She unbuttoned her pants, and pulled them and her panties off in one motion.

She moved quickly up on Mark, and grabbed his cock, pointing it directly at her bald pussy lips. She then pushed it inside her, and lay down on top of Mark. Mark’s hands immediately began pinching and pulling on her nipples. She now completely straddled Mark, and his cock was now deeply inside her cunt. “Oh, damn Mark, I just love how you fill me up. I just need to have a huge cock in me, now!”

Cin started to rock up and down on Mark’s cock, fucking him hard. Mark had a smile on his face, a grin from ear to ear. He started to knead her breasts, while continuing to pay attention to her nipples. He knew how stimulation of her hard nipples directly caused her pussy to get wetter and wetter, and that was necessary to give his cock the most enjoyment.

She continued to fuck him, moving his cock almost out of her, and then driving it deep inside her. She banged her pussy lips on his balls, wanting his dick to be totally inside her. She could feel it rubbing against her clit, and against her g spot. She was about to come.

“Oh, baby, I am rolling. I’m going to cum on your huge cock. Oh, Mark, I just love fucking you.”

Mark just smiled. He was not one to speak while he fucked, and quite honestly, he was doing much work, just lying there having this lovely woman fuck him totally.

“Yes, yes, oh my God, oh yes, oh God, oh, oh, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, yes, yes, oh God, mmmmmmmmmmmmm, yea, yea, Cumming baby.”

She kept pounding up and down on Mark. She wanted to cum again. In just a minute, she got her wish. “Oh Mark, oh yes, oh God, yes, hmmmmmmmmmmmm, yes, oh God, oh yes, yes, yes, yessssssssssssss, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, oh God,” she screamed again.

She could not continue. She lay on top of Mark, stopping her fucking him, but having his cock deep inside her cunt.

“That was good, sweetie. I loved being fucked like that. What would you like me to do now, bend you over and fuck you from behind? Or would you like to swallow cum?”

3:30 p.m.



Cin Ch. 02-03



Note from author: All of the characters depicted in this story are 18+.

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Chapter 2

As I held the armrests the 45M-MRBB started creeping along the runway headed for Dubai. It turned, curled; maneuvering and inching toward an indicated take-off route. 

When the path was clear I listened and felt it gather more and more speed, then felt it rise over the asphalt and tackle the sky. Once we vanished into cotton-like clouds leaving the airport behind on that clear blue afternoon, memories of the drive there began reapplying themselves inside my mind. 

My mind carefully spliced together remembrances of a few steamy moments with her. We had strategically parked near some dumpsters behind a hardware distributor on York, very close to O'Hare. I entertained vivid flashes of her pale, sweaty, waifish nude body tightly pinned against the backseat of the vehicle by my massive arms. 

Her gi, peeled roughly off her, was wildly strewn in its parts all over the interior of the car, mixed in with my clothes. From where foreplay escalated into sex, a bra turned inside-out and still warm from her lay splayed upon the steering wheel. 

Cin's satin yellow panties hung from my left ear, her flushing body wound neatly under me. I relished pushing her thighs wide apart and down in a reclining lotus position, my giant palms leaving markings on the backs of them, ogling her strawberry red mound as my throbbing swollen cock dipped into her frothing slit, my scrotum heftily hitting her slender ass. Barely able to stand obliquely in just my socks, her long, skinny legs remained cemented in place as I speared harder and faster. 

Deborah (my ex-wife) was home, but I hardly had to deal with her. The only useful things Cin had done while in my care was getting a driver's license, and taking some karate lessons. On the day of my business trip, after plenty of nagging, my ex-wife allowed Cynthia to drive me to the airport to say goodbye after a morning lesson. Cin enjoyed driving my Jaguar. 

"You conniving little bitch, are you still going to keep eating supper with this fuckin' leg up on the chair, cunt?!!" I asked, biting down hard on her big toe before shoving my cock back in her, to the hilt.

"Fuck, mmmmmahh aaammmahhhhh yeah!! Fuckk shhhmohhhaaahhhh yess, I fuckin' will!!" she cried. My right hand reached to cup Cin's left breast, flicking her pink, wet nipple; then I squeezed as much pleasure out of her breast as I could. 

Upon taking more control over her, her head sailed backwards. Beautiful long, red tresses spilled over behind her head exposing densely freckled shoulders. The erotic oceanic odor of Cin's pussy became mixed with the dense scent of the leather inside our car and filled my nostrils. 

I kept on slamming Cin, making her mine, again. I fucked her so hard she bounced off me like a paddle-ball, my fat stomach zipping through the air; holding both of Cin's long legs against my shoulders with my eyes shut, addicted to her cunt. 

Soon her yearning stare kept mine and Cin's freckled complexion flushed, her lips releasing controlled, clipped squeals; eventually orgasmic screams as we both helplessly neared the end and both began crying out in crescendos. 

Our climax I tantrically prolonged, ordering her not to move, stopping for a few moments before animalistically flushing three gigantic, heavy wads of come into her, the immense pleasure that came with every gush making me holler her name. 

Letting nature take its course Cynthia was injected with a fresh dose of my potent, salty seed. Her body was still so tight I felt it sucking the hot semen from my loins leaving my head in complete limbo, and my body at rest with waves of contentment.

Our Lear jet bumped everyone around a bit establishing a presence in the sky, stabilizing its own altitude. I experienced some dizziness after finishing a third bowl of miso soup on board. I felt like something deep inside of me was crying; there is no other way of explaining it. 

It had been my fifty-third birthday a few days ago, and usually I felt strong as a horse when my alarm went off every morning, but I felt exhausted now. I couldn't stop thinking about the last few weeks; about discovering that my eighteen-year old daughter Cynthia was not really related to me at all; that my ex-wife betrayed me with such a despicable lie. 

I took advantage of the situation, as usual. Always opting to be a filthy scumbag I fucked Cynthia to get even. She let me for the same reason because Cynthia and her mother were polar opposites. I realized I belonged on this jet in the company of eight other corporate parasites. I adjusted my seat back all the way. I went to sleep feeling depressed, I kept trying to ignore the sadness. 

As I slept I had a nightmare. I dreamt I was alone in a desert. I walked, and walked; but felt empty and without mind. I felt nothing but what was outside of my body. In the dream I lost the capacity to feel emotions. As is often the case this dream would be impossible to put into words. I only knew the intensity of the sun, until finally, screaming and delirious, I died from the heat among infinite dunes. 

I awoke and was afraid. I was ashamed of myself; my greed, misanthropy, hypocrisy, and vindictiveness. I had been doing this since I was a child. I lied so much it was second nature. Professionally I conspired against everyone I ever knew to get where I needed to be. 

Through the years I spread rumors against rivals so they would go to war, served others only to betray them, stole information, conceived plans to make rivals fail leading them to the guillotine. And I did it, most of it, with an innocent smile. Nobody knew what a slime I was except for the ones that were true observers. 

Cin agreed to keep what we had shared a secret until we figured out how to see one another. But with my second wife forcing Cin back to Mississippi, from Chicago, to live, I knew I had to take measures to protect my assets. Before leaving on my business trip I made an appointment with my attorney, one of the finest. The only thing left to do now was relax some. So I started talking...

I met Murray River eight years ago; he was sitting close to me on the jet. When I beckoned him over he smiled coming right to me. Sitting beside me, beaming as usual, he hadn't changed since I saw him last. Murray River wore a dark suit, his black as sin hair was neatly combed in a sort of swoop, eyes like pale sapphires shone on me. Murray was Australian by birth, and also happened to be the reason my second marriage to Cindy's mother failed.

Murray River was a talented musician turned music executive. Due to a drug related accident he was forced to go back to college and make a career change. His weakness had once been not really knowing this business. At the time he was too busy dealing with addiction, and trying to recapture his better days. 

I took advantage of his incompetency paying him back by stealing away his prospects. I also had Murray's network black-hatted. The real revenge was fucking his sister who was the only family member Murray had relied upon for sobriety throughout his life.  

When Murray found out I slept with his sister he never spoke to me again, but as we got older we mended ties. His sister Isla later tragically committed suicide over something unrelated and he only had a few people left to turn to. I was one of these people. When I met Helen and re-married for a third time I no longer cared what men Deborah took her panties off for. 

Murray went on to have an engagement Deborah. At the time he was at near bankruptcy so I gave him some of my clients from the surplus I had managed to amass, but refused to share up until then. 

"She was a sheila," Murray River said, reclining. He was recalling the few times Helen had visited me at our recording studio. 

"A little too subdued for you, Murray," I teasingly replied, knowing my third wife might have actually gone for a guy like Murray River. 

I told Murray about some of the problems I was having with Deborah; about the added responsibility of caring for my eighteen year old daughter. I didn't tell him Cynthia was not my daughter or put down her mother. 

He reminded me that when he had been in the picture, Deborah controlled Cynthia by hardly letting her have any friends, also by keeping her practically housebound. No wonder Cynthia sought out danger and mixed with a weird zombie crowd. She had been living in a box. I told him how my ex-wife put me in charge of Cynthia demanding some time off. 

I opened up because Murray was one of the few genuine people I knew. I could trust him because he knew me and those in my life. He also chose to call me "Ellis" -which I liked. I liked it more than my birth name "Elvin", more than what people usually called me at work: Brown, my last name. And I liked it even more than my phony changed legal name. 

Murray always found ways of making others feel good about themselves. He deeply cared for my ex-wife and Cynthia. But not even he could fix things once I fell off the picture. I came to the conclusion that Deborah was just an evil, selfish person like me because she took poor Murray down; AA meetings, DUI arrests, and more.

"So, Helen had a PH.D.?" 

"Yes," I said; my thoughts wandering back to the present.

"I adore having a naughty with a woman like that." 

"Helen was boring in the sack, not to mention uptight," I responded.

"At least it was something."

"Half of something good can be worse than nothing..."

"She was the hottie with jet black hair styled in a sleek bob, heh?"

"Yes."

"I remember her; she had a very cute freckled face with this sexy overbite, right?" he said with a knowing smile. Murray had described my third wife to a t. I also fell in love with her black hair and freckled Irish features.

"Glad you never told me before how attractive she was to you," I said with pursed lips. I began to wonder whether or not these two were acquainted, but realized it was improbable. Maybe I was losing my mind because this was how a crazy person thinks. 

I admired Murray's nerve, but was very angry over his lack of respect for me. He wasn't just that way with me; Murray thought he was better than everybody. Even though I was now divorced from my third wife, I felt talking about her was out of line considering our past history. I decided not to talk to Murray River much at all for the rest of the trip. 

I felt a few chills and knew that flu, or something else was settling itself quietly in my body. I requested a glass of water and demanded pills determined on heading back to sleep. I asked for a blanket and rested for hours on end. The pills induced a clinical sleep that carried me far away from everything. When I was finally awakened by a stewardess as our jet made a short stop in Lisbon to re-fuel my body felt a lot better. 

I started making up my mind to begin a self-improvement regimen of some kind once I returned to Chicago. I had been a solid atheist all of my life, now maybe church and prayer could help. This sadness inside was a warning that I needed growth where there was none. Growth in my wallet wasn't the remedy for whatever it was I was feeling, or not feeling. 

Chapter 3

Our body of eight associates met in Dubai with the management of artists from every continent in the world, and maybe beyond! It was probably the most auspicious time for my corporation. This had also been my dream when I was younger; to form part of a group landing a company upon the most successful plane of its existence! But I was feeling too ill to enjoy it. 

I was asked to sift through thousands of portfolios, find and approve promising candidates, make thousands of phone calls, send out even more e-mails and defer hundreds of tasks to our litigation department! Also recommend clients to corporations we had agreements with. 

At one time it would have been easy for me to move through that amount of work, but now my energy was, simply put; sapped. 

And although I tried to avoid Murray River, and he sensed this, to my surprise he came to the rescue. In addition to handling his amount of work, Murray took care of most of mine without letting people around us realize what was happening. When I thanked him he motioned for me to go back to my room and rest. 

He would secretly bring tea and soup to my room when he was finished, day nor night, and talk to me about his job and how much he missed Deborah. Although his professional life was moving along excellently, he said he could never find a woman like her again. 

She had cheated on him. The relationship with the next man didn't last however, and after that Deborah permanently went back to our hometown in Mississippi with Cindy. She continued to see Murray on and off until she got fed up of watching him go back and forth on a plane every weekend from Illinois to Mississippi; one day she finally decided to dump him. 

Murray, still in his late thirties, was a disciple of healthy eating, and exercise. I think he barely slept four hours a night because he enjoyed staying up late and getting up early. Murray confessed that constantly working helped neutralize addiction. 

I often asked myself why he was bothering to help me. I was so sick I didn't even consider that perhaps he wasn't, that maybe he was setting me up. Part of me didn't care. With this guy nursing me it also occurred to me that he was just attracted to Deborah because she was a backstabbing bitch. 

It had turned him on to steal her away from me, but he knew that by doing that he was putting the same curse on himself. Love was just a funny little game to someone like her. Of course there was always that one man she invested in emotionally, but as I recalled, she always had a line of men following her around, waiting for the green light to fuck her. 

I was horrified that he could still love her after what she did to him. I would have gotten as far away as possible. I wondered how self-destructive this man was. If you are digging a hole for yourself you have to stop digging. I was tempted to tell Murray that I was not the real father of Deborah's daughter, that the father was an ex-con from Mississippi. I didn't because Murray had been Cynthia's stepfather after me. 

Before leaving, Murray would also fill me in on the latest business developments, I kept up with the incredible progress our company was making via a laptop in my room. Our company stock was going up every day, and the information available online, which I thought was hyped, was nowhere near as impressive as the information available on our intranet network. 

On my way down to an important meeting one morning after sleeping like a corpse, I received the one message on my smartphone I dreaded the most. I heard it begining to unfurl before getting into the elevator. The message was interrupted halfway through as the elevator doors enclosed everybody and the machine's cords lowered our bodies down toward the main lobby. 

I held onto the fear in terrifying disbelief for about eight minutes, then listened to the message three times in the hotel lobby. Cindy was pregnant, and knowing that I had been her sole lover; I had to be the father. When my ex-wife confronted her about whom the father was, Cindy simply said she had had anonymous sex with several guys; that it could be anybody. 

My ex-wife badgered me consistently on the days that followed insisting on more information; she even persisted while I tried to sleep, calling several times a night. I was besieged with messages from Chicago at the front desk when I arrived from meetings. 

Finally, I called Chicago and told the ex-wife I had no idea who the father could be either, that her daughter was hanging around a pretty strange crowd from what I knew, that her daughter was a consenting adult, I added for my ex-wife to try some anonymous sex.

There was a scheduled launch party to be hosted by a known R&B artist congratulating new performers signed to us, also celebrating the new ones we were able to find homes for elsewhere. Before the party we had one final meeting where hugs, handshakes, congratulations, as well as bonuses were alotted. I was pleased it was over. 

Murray, of all people, had saved my ass, possibly saved me from getting fired. The same guy I once conspired against and almost ruined. Mr. Jacob, our boss, thought all the excellent work was my doing, when in reality it was Murray who deserved credit. Being a born talker, whenever I had to attend meetings, I carefully interpreted Murray's dossier and made his efforts my own. 

Some people noticed something was off because my way of doing things was more discriminating, interpersonal, yet quick; Murray's, more intuitive and labored. I also practically walked into meetings with a pillow over my head. In other words, I wore a suit and tie, but my mind was still in my hotel room, asleep. I couldn't believe Murray had become that good on the business front. 

To demonstrate even more appreciation, our company arranged to drive the ones with the biggest quotas out to the desert for bonuses that were so plush they were bankrolling them using the company slush fund.



Cin



I pensively tossed my keys against a console table making my entrance into the threshold; "I'm home!!" I declared, but the music was too loud for the person to hear me. Entering my bedroom I instantly realized it was Cindy, she was taking a shower in my bathroom. She was playing the latest fad called K-Pop from one of her devices; humming along with the lyrics, singing the chorus in feigned Korean. 

I was relieved in a way because she was obviously by herself and not with a boyfriend or who knows, even a girlfriend? In addition to wearing my pijama shorts from time to time, I have to admit to sometimes learning that Cindy even wore my socks, and some of my tee shirts which she tied at the sides. 

I changed in my bedroom from business attire to sweat pants and a tee shirt. Other than that I was barefoot. This was Cindy's house too, I thought, she had a right to take a shower wherever she pleased. Craving anything cold, I rushed downstairs and poured myself a double vodka on the rocks in the kitchen. 

I expected to see Cin coming down to greet me at any second, but realized she probably still didn't realize I was even home. A while had gone by since the shower pan stopped running, but she was still in there. Making up my mind to investigate I walked back up. The curiosity was eating me up. Turning the doorknob to the master bedroom I found that the bathroom door was opened, inside the bathroom was imbued with steam. 

"Hello?" I said aloud, when out of that miasma came my daughter without a stitch of clothing covering her body. Her pubis completely lathered with heavy shaving cream. As Cynthia got her bearings; for the first time in my life I looked on her as a woman. I don't know if I had already consciously processed the fact that we weren't related. 

"Who's out there, you fucking scared the fucking living shit out of me!!!" She cried. She was squinting, rubbing at skin cleanser in her eyes. I thought to myself; Deborah ought' to love our Cynthia's new vocabulary when they get back.

"It's just me Cin, checking on you..." I responded. 

"Daddy??" she answered, covering up as much as she could with her hands. 

"Yes, it's daddy. What are you doing up here??"

"I didn't know you'd, like, be home this early, dad," she responded. Cynthia reached for a tissue box on top of the bedside table, taking a couple to her face. Upon seeing me clearly in front of her I noticed her slightly primping, not ashamed of showing me her hot little body. 

"Me either. The shop called and gave me an appointment to pick the car up early last week, I drove. I've been driving home again."

"Are you angry, daddy?" 

"Well no, except I thought this was supposed to be my bathroom," I responded with a mild chuckle. 

"I was just, like, shaving my panty-line." 

"It looks like you were shaving a little more than a panty-line," I replied, staring at the lather between her long, lean legs.

"Yah, it's just, like, that your bathroom is so big and beautiful. It made me feel like pampering myself," Cin responded, walking back into the bathroom. I just kept ogling her, I couldn't help myself. Being a tad drunk it was hard to not be obvious about that. I stood at the door, unconsciously blocking the way, holding Cynthia captive in my bathroom. 

"Dad, you're looking at me all funny," Cindy said standing in the middle of the washroom as the steam dissipated all around her, the lather on her pubis melting, leaking down her silky inner thighs. I just kept admiring her with the glass of vodka in my hand.

"It's just, you really matured into an attractive young woman," I blurted out. 

"You think so?" 

"Definitely, you're a knockout!"

"I don't mind it when you look at me, daddy..." she uttered, coquettishly. Her angelic face had a blush to it from the hot shower.

"Mind if I get a closer look??"

"Of course not!" She replied confidently.

"Are you sure?"

"And put that silly glass down, you look so stupid hiding behind your drink," answered Cindy. 

I tipped down my glass, gulping down what remained of the vodka. I let a single ice cube roll into my mouth, sucking on it to distract me until I found myself inside the bathroom. Alone with a naked eighteen year old. I questioned what I was doing for a moment, but decided to see this through. 

I couldn't really blame her for bathing in there. The deluxe master bathroom was lit with a bright chandelier, had "crema marfil" style cultured marble walls, and also travertine marble floors. It was made to glitter every morning by a part-time housekeeper and decorated with fresh white roses. 

The bathroom was also plated with golden fixtures on the sink and tub handles, my bathtub and sink were made of custom porcelain, the luxury shower was entirely separate, and I had beautiful prints of oceanic dragons crafted into the high walls. As I approached, Cindy playfully took the can of shaving cream and let the lather gush out toward me, catching me on the chest. 

"Now you got a shower!" She teased.

"Gee Cin, you practically emptied that full canister of shaving cream on me. Now daddy's going to have to take this shirt off," I said, peeling it away slowly. Exposing my mighty chest to her hoping she wouldn't mind my belly fat. I was lean and toned, not flabby. She smiled and then leaned over taking her mobile device in her hands, sifting through her playlist. 

"I'll put a song on for us, OK?" Cindy said, all smiles.

"Sure, I'll wait" I answered, able to catch an eyeful of her little derrière and bright pink button-like nipples. Her small breasts were a 32A, and perfectly symmetrical. Her body was still damp, her hair still wet. The set list of K-Pop began streaming out of her mobile again. Music I had grown tired of by now began to play, yet again. I asked her to lower the volume so we could chat. 

"Is this OK?" she said. Wet fingers nervously handling the device, setting it back down next to an empty franchise cup of latte. 

"That's perfect, pumpkin."

"Maybe you should help me shave down there," Cindy said in a sultry tone. 

"I'd like that very much. Why don't you just have a seat next to the ol' sink there," I responded, noisily dragging out a vanity chair from under the flat marble surface. 

I opened a drawer nearby, rummaging through its interior. I took out an ivory comb and one brand new triple blade razor. Cindy turned around giving me a great view of her perfect little round ass, scooting her body up on the cool stone surface, parting her legs open. 

"Let's see what we got here," holding the fine tooth ivory gem in my hand I began delicately combing Cindy's hair behind her forehead, then I started gently combing her sides. As I did this she smiled, encouraging me to plant a few kisses on her cheek. My hand reached for a vintage antique vanity hand mirror which lay face down, I handed it to Cynthia.

"Look at how how precious you look without all that make-up, Cynthia," I added, watching her smile reflected at me across the mirror. 

"I don't think I'm that beautiful daddy. Just kinda' cute."

"No, you're so much more than just cute, babygirl," I answered, watching her smile widen in the mirror, revealing her porcelain teeth.

"OK, turn your head, baby-doll," I said running the comb down the length of her red hair which she had blended with black highlights. The comb was able to undo many of the knots along the way. I noticed split ends she had from all the junk she was mixing into her natural hair. 

"I think we should talk, Cin. About all that's been going on with your new friends. About mom," I said continuing to comb her locks. I left her hair neatly slicked back. Looking into Cindy's beautiful narrow eyes without all the usual eye make-up was refreshing. She looked like her old self.

"Cindy, what in the name of God; or in the case of you and your friends, Satan; are you doing to your hair? Mommy will have me gutted if I send you back to her like this," I remarked, brushing down the length of her back, admiring the freckles all over her shoulders. I placed my hand over one and squeezed gently as Cynthia looked on at me holding the hand mirror, my face reflected on it. 

"Well, maybe I can just live with you," she said. 

"You know I can't do that honey, not with my schedule. I think it's time you went back to mommy, at least for a while. You've been slacking off too much staying with your old man." 

"Daddy, should we get started down there?? I mean before the lather wears off," Cindy uttered suggestively.

"OK, just open your legs so I can get in, and lean back with both arms," I requested, sitting on the vanity chair, eye level with her pussy.

I took a fresh hand towel from one of my shelves, started wiping away the excess lather. Cynthia sat there completely still, the skin on her tummy scrunching up as she leaned back against the large mirror, letting me work on her, giving me her trust, looking at me the way a woman looks at a man. Even though Cindy didn't know I wasn't her father I realized she was maturing into a hot blooded young female. 

"You put way too much lather on yourself," I said just wiping it all off of her bright red muff with the towel. 

Opening the drawer again I quietly searched for my pair of manicure Damascus steel scissors. After drying off the reddish fibers between her pale thighs I began snipping away, noticing the scattered freckles and beauty marks on her slim thighs. Knowing I had to get the length of her pubes down. As I contemplated the next step she just kept admiring her cute face in the hand mirror. At times she leaned back like I asked her to, both arms behind her, lip synching to K-Pop. 

"You see this way it won't hurt as much, pumpkin," I said.

"Um-hum," she muttered, her bedroom eyes looking down at me, then back at her reflection. Her long legs were parted, bent, her feet flat against the marble surface. I took her reddish curls between my fingers, slowly made my way through my daughter's curly little bush. At the same time the man in me couldn't help not staring at this young woman's rich, salmon-colored, vaginal petals. 

I asked her to pass me my canister of shaving cream, dabbing it over the neatly trimmed pubic hair. Cindy attempted to wrestle the canister away from me, dumping shaving cream over my sweat pants, we both shared another giggling session. But when our eyes met I knew we were playing a dangerous game. Yet our physical desire for each other was mutual, and strong. 

"Now you got me on my pants. Daddy's going to have to remove them too, is that OK?" I asked. Her eyes looked captivated, and she nodded.

"Of course, daddy; I've seen you like that before. You look adorable," I got up again and lowered my sweats in front of her. I was just wearing cotton briefs underneath.

After sitting on the vanity chair again in my white cotton briefs I resumed my work on her, patiently painted every last red hair on Cynthia's pubis with my thick, smooth, white shaving lather. She wasn't very hairy, but I realized I had my share to work with. I drew the skin upward with my fingertips holding the razor flat against her skin. 

I very slowly moved the razor head over her lathered up pubes, against the hair growth. Applying light pressure I rolled the razor down with quick soft strokes, hearing it cut through her well lathered red curls. A trail of smooth pale skin appeared in the raw light; hiding, once nestled so comfortably underneath her little red bush. The blades on the razor continued to cut through Cynthia's pubic hair. 

I was so nervous and excited that the scales on the shank of the handle were hurting my fingertips. By this time I had an erection under my tight white briefs. Asking her to turn the knob on the sink to her left I wet the blade to get rid of the funky stuff from time to time, swishing it under hot water to avoid any razor burns. I was pressing down harder, I used to shave with a feather Japanese straight razor when I was a young man so I knew the secrets to a close shave. 

"I wanna' be careful not to nick you, baby-doll"

"No daddy, it actually feels really good." She said playing with the canister of shaving cream, spewing a line out into the air. Both of her oval breasts were resting at her sides and the line of lather landed on her midriff, just over her bellybutton. Cynthia giggled loudly, and we both sang along to her K-Pop. 

"Hey, keep still," I insisted. 

"You can cut me daddy. That is with your penis, I'm still a virgin..." She returned. Once I heard those particular words coming from Cynthia's lips I froze. My penis swelling rock hard, the tip now visible past the waistline of my tighty-whities. 

"I like it when you talk to me like that, Cin," I responded. 

"But how come you're still a virgin?" I asked.

"You seem like a wild-child, just like your old man," I added; referring to her actual father.

"I almost lost it twice. But I ran away both times," She answered.

"Really?" I asked.

"I think I was just being a cock tease, you know? I think deep down I'm just waiting to lose my virginity to a gentleman, not just some ungrateful loser," she returned. 

Taking the hint, I placed a soft folded-up towel behind her head to let her rest her body back comfortably against the mirror. I gently brought my left thumb against her slit, caressing it. My other hand finished shaving her pubis in downward strokes getting as close to the roots as possible without nicking her. Hooking my thumb in deeper inside her cunt I starting to move around inside of her love canal, in circles. 

I looked up, watching her as she shut her eyes, her breasts raising slightly, Cynthia's chest heaving faster and faster. I then started probing, fingering the rim of her little love-box quicker. Once my thumb started flicking her clit, Cindy started releasing stodgy clipped squeals relishing the pleasure I was giving her. 

"It seems to be coming off nicely," I said, watching the razor leave behind more roads of fresh skin. 

Deciding to finish up, I removed my finger, carefully shaving down pubes I had neatly trimmed around her lips, having left that area for last. With a hand towel I placed on her thigh I managed to clean away the curly red bristles stuck in between the blades, and holding her soft skin back on every angle I closely shaved away the last patch of hair close to her honey pot. 

Her pussy was now perfectly bald and looked smooth. All that remained was a heart shaped cleft of plump skin parting into her celestial hole. I got up reaching over, taking another fresh hand towel. I firmly wiped her pubis with it, getting rid of the left over cream.

"Now it's time for a smoothness test" I said, taking her by her broad hips, pulling her out to me from the table a bit. I parted open her thighs with both of my hands, and sitting back down on the vanity chair, leaned my head in, licking her snatch. I started at the rim of her anus, licking all the way up her midriff. I then circled and teased my tongue over her thoroughly shaved pubic area, leaving behind a tiny translucent pool of saliva. 

"Yummy, you're all done!!" I commented, listening to a soft breathy cry from this angel. Cynthia leaned back, seemed amazed her body could feel such enormous pleasure. She looked a little scared and ashamed. I calmly reached under her taking her ass in both hands, moving her to the edge of the table again. I reassured her by whispering tender words to her that made her smile. 

I then wrapped both of my arms around her long lean legs and opened them wider apart. Pretty soon I was eating out her pussy, tasting the nectar of life. The glands of my starving mouth savoring Cynthia's ripe virginal juices. I hungrily probed deep into her tiny love-box, darting my tongue against her piss hole, desperately releasing Cynthia's little hidden jewel from its protective hood with my mouth. 

I besieged it with kisses, licks, infinitesimal darts, and steady circling with the tip of my tongue. Her eyes looked glazed and radiant as I stared back hard, my tongue buried inside her pussy, slowly but surely summoning up her first orgasm as I hummed, slathered, and flicked her throbbing clitoris with oceans of saliva, fucking her pussy with my meaty tongue. 

"Ahhhhhhh mmmmmm Ohhhhhh Dadddddyyyyyyy!!!!" Cindy bellowed as my mouth accepted her powerful orgasm. 

It wasn't long before sweet nectar was squirting into my large mouth. I rose from the chair, full as a tick yet still starving and ready for the entrée, my mouth drooling as I looked down at Cin's body as if it were a full course dinner. 

"Now you have to let me fuck you," I said, sliding my hands under the waistline of my white briefs, stating to lower them. 

"Yeah, dad, I really need a cock in there." 

"I don't think you'll be disappointed, honey" I responded letting my cock free, feeling the friction of the tight waistband burning my erected stem's lower region, not able to wait any longer, my briefs halfway down my ass. 

"I've been so horny all day," she confessed.

"Me too, baby," I replied. 

I held my thick seven-incher in one hand and placed the head against her slit. With my fingers I allowed the fat crown to glide up and down her oily lips, way beyond the point of stopping by now. 

"Put it in daddy. I'm ready."

Letting the head slowly peel her outer lips in, my cock began to feel compressed with such heavenly delight as to make me want to die on the spot. My sweat soaked briefs snapped, they tore stretching themselves over my fat ass. Applying slow steady pressure I felt the tip of my penis hit my daughter's hymen; "Daddy. It hurts. It really, really hurts daddy!!! Nooo, mmmm daddy, it hurts so bad. Ahhhh mmm Gawd, daddy. Please ahhh ooooo!" 

"It only hurts in the beginning baby girl, just close your eyes. Bite down on your tongue. Just be brave, pumpkin. Do what daddy tells you," I mumbled. 

"Oh my God daddy! Ouch! Mmm ohhhh. It hurts so bad daddy..." I bravely lanced through, just the head popping in. My daughter let out a scream feeling her hymen ripping. 

I leaned into her. With my hand I kneaded her small oval breasts. The right one covered with the shaving cream she poured over her stomach. We kissed passionately, our tongues madly gliding against themselves. I tasted the essence of Cynthia's mouth, letting my saliva mix with her's as my tongue pushed past her lips. 

Leaning back down, I kissed her on the cheek looking at her face, admiring my daughter's freckles; "Let's count the freckles on little Cindy," I said, pointing them out with my finger, my other hand stroking back her hair against her forehead, assuaging her pain.

"One, two, three, four, five...six...seven...K, time to clean up some spilt milk, baby," I muttered, gaining momentum again. My hips bucking, running in inch by wonderful inch into her tightness, deflowering her, moving in slow circles, filling her snatch with the sin of the world, stuffing her with raging hot erect cock, making my daughter a woman. 

Clutching her by her waist I let my hips push my entire cock into my daughter, savoring the feeling of muscles she never used before seizing my cock from every possible ridge, holding it in her so tightly and honestly. Raising myself again I watched her expression slowly shift from an expression of the sharpest pain, to one of a most profound pleasure. She was smiling now, with eyes glazed, staring vaguely into my eyes, her eyes were filled with warmth.

"...Yeah, honey. Just like that. Let go," I whispered as I continued to neatly fuck my daughter, my glistening hips swaying in rhythm to her K-Pop playing in the background, hot water running from the sink next to us, her red pubes scattering all over us like dust. I could hardly see my thick frame or face in the steamed up mirror. 

Her legs were completely spread, bouncing over my forearms as I took her. Grabbing one of her ankles, I practically sucked in half her foot into my hot mouth, my saliva slathering through her naked toes, running down her calf, my pelvis slapping in and out of her. 




Cin



I craned her into me, lifting her body, starting to plow harder, her intense pale blue eyes burning holes into me, her small breasts heaving to and fro with every hard, swift thrust. Cindy's back arched itself, curving in delight. I looked on occasionally, my lids yearning to close again and be carried away to heaven by the absolute pure pleasure I was experiencing.

I was soon watching her hold on because I was becoming a beast. Loose strands of her combed back red streaks dangled away from her back, against the mirror, and at her sides at oblique angles, her gleaming lips releasing full moans of pleasure from deep in her soul, her neck and breasts glistening with fresh rivers of sweat. 

"Ahhhh, again! Ahhh, ohhhh! Again! Fuck, fuck, fuckkk! Again! AHHH, I'm COMING! OH MY GAWD...DADDY!!!" Cindy hollered.

Once I heard Cindy's cry I took both of her long legs and pulled them to the back of her head. Desperately plowing, desperately sawing away at her sweet, tight pussy. My cock was layered in hymnal blood, pre-come, and my sweetie's nectar, the sound of skin pounding against skin as I jackhammered her, balls deep inside her, goring her, tunneling into her broken-in twat. My cock could fully bottom out inside Cynthia's juicy gash. 

"DADDDYYYYYYY!!!!!" 

"I'm here with you sweetie. Slam-fucking my baby!!!!" I said, watching her writing below me as my cock tore into her. 

I was shredding her. She began squirting on my sex. My balls were dripping with nectar. I could hear her hissing and squealing under me, covered in my heavy sweat. My belly mass piled over her pubis and slamming against her. Cynthia clenched her teeth, her face shriveling up in rapture as her father gave her multiple orgasms. 

I had held myself back from having a full orgasm in her snatch. Once I pulled out, my cock was lined with our passion, red droplets started to stain the marbled bathroom floor. I lowered myself and just held her, looking gently into her glassy pale blue eyes and at her smile. I was proud to have sexually satisfied this rowdy eighteen year old. 

"That was amazing," she uttered in a whisper.

"No, it was pure heaven," I argued.

"You're a great lover," she cooed back. 

"It gets better with time now that you're a woman, Cynthia."

"I can't wait!"

"Come join daddy in the shower," I said lowering my face, planting a quick series of kisses on her abs, gently smacking her little ass. 

I stepped into my luxury shower and cranked up the water handles letting the hot torrent from the shower pan wash my sex down. In a straight line my daughter followed from behind. Once she was in the shower with me I blew a kiss at her. She winked back, than helped close the heavy textured silk shower curtains embedded with metallic print. 

The vinyl liners on the shower pole high above us swished as I shut us both tightly in the large basin, the hot water beginning to rain down on us, feeling it rise below our bare feet, watching the steam rise. Feasting on her body with my eyes I let her walk in front of me under the shower. The refreshing jets of the shower pan cleansing her sex as well. 

Staring down at her ass I couldn't help cupping her pussy from behind, letting our fluids flow down her legs and down the drain. I passionately hugged my daughter from behind, my hand rubbing up and down her smooth ass crack, she was almost as tall as I was, the torrents of hot water hailing down against our bodies. 

Gently turning her to me I sucked her small breasts into my mouth, biting softly on her pencil-eraser nipples, flicking and suckling them one at a time. I squeezed and rubbed the flesh on her round ass with my hands. I raised her having her wrap her leg around my waist, my erect cock lined up against her tummy. 

We enjoyed our mouths, feeding each other our saliva for what seemed like an eternity. Whisking her body up as it was flooded with water I speared her twat, cupping her left ass cheek in my hand as my pelvis lunged against her, her leg still wrapped around my waist. Balancing her ass over my large hands I moved her slowly up and down, impaling her. 

Both of her legs wrapped themselves tightly around me, her slim arms hanging from my neck, her jagged bare heels dinting my hefty buttocks, filling my daughter with powerful, tantric injections of passion, her nose cutely crinkling up as I drilled her, her mouth gaping in frenzied moaning, her lips quivering and twisting as I groaned and grunted against her face. 

After laying her back on her feet I got behind my daughter, placing my hands against her densely freckled back. I led her toward the wall below the shower pan. Her long arms outstretched against the cool, hard, flat wall. I knelt and began eating out Cynthia's pussy and her asshole from behind, fingering all of her holes, rubbing her body all over. 

Then I raised myself up again adjusting the shower pan. I asked her to spread her legs and bend over, warning her to hold on I aligned my hard stem, letting it slide into her. She had become so tight again, I had to push really hard to get all the way into her. At a slow steady pace I began feeling my balls bouncing off her ass, I was fucking her again, madly fucking. 

One of my hands steadied her hips; the other leaned flat against the wall in front of her. She groaned taking me, let out a cry every time my cock bottomed out in her. Stopping, I cranked up the water pressure fully on one of the golden plated knobs. I carefully adjusted the shower pan to hit Cynthia right on her back. 

Holding onto both hips with my hands I railed against her from behind making her scream in delight, her flesh rippling upward. Cranking down the hot water, Cynthia felt hard, steady jumbo jets of cold water hitting her long back intended to bring about an adrenaline rush. 

I cupped both of my daughter's breasts from behind, pinching her nipples, watching the water crash down upon her flesh from her matted red tresses soiled across her back, hearing her full on cries of passion, my pelvis hammering her like a machine. 

"OH GAWD! DADDY, FUCKING KEEP GOING, RIGHT THERE!!"

"YEAH, CIN! FUCKK YEAH!!" I cried. I slapped the flesh on her buttocks, ice water running down her body flecking around my hand from the impact. Yanking at her matted, soaked orange locks I forced her to turn, made her lean into the side wall, my body almost completely covering her's. 

I continued to pound her from behind, hitting either cheek with powerful open hand slaps, the ice cold water hitting us both from the side. I kissed and licked and sucked at her shoulders and her back leaving a huge hickey squarely between her freckled shoulder blades. 

I then practically lifted her by the hips with both arms planting her body in front of the shower pan again so the water could rain down against her long spinal column dinting sensually along down the middle of her back. I adjusted the water pressure again, turning the golden plated knob of cold water almost completely down and raising the hot water knob all the way. 

The shower's full pressure unleashed water bordering on boiling upon us. Gallons of water hit out faces, filling our mouths and ear holes, making us lose control under the shower jets. 

"OHHH, FUCKK DADDY, I'M COMING AGAIN!!!!" I heard her announce, her knees buckling. 

Her head was bent. After feeling her body tensing, I reached over, started rubbing up and down her back, between her sharp shoulder blades dinting under her freckled skin.

"Daddy's ready to finish you off now, baby!!" I bellowed feeling myself getting close, not able to control my orgasm anymore. 

I cranked both shower knobs completely off, cutting off the water completely. My cock felt so sensitive it was ready to explode at any second. I pulled out of her, she caught her breath, was leaning against the wall, purring. In the hollow quiet we could hear tiny droplets falling from the cut-off shower pan, the water shifting toward the drin. 

Turning her to face me I placed both hands on her freckeld shoulders, forcing Cindy on her knees over the shower basin. 

"Give me a blowjob," I declared. 

Holding my shaft Cin stuffed her mouth full of cock, rubbing my meat at the same time, with both hands. I controlled the direction her head went with my hands, clasping her temples, guiding her head back and forth, her hands resting against my rocking hips. 

My throbbing cock crammed to the hilt in her sweet mouth, ready to explode in a rage. I fucked Cynthia's face feeling my balls slap against her soft chin. 

"You're like your mother. You're both good cocksuckers!" I cried, filled with passion. 

"Oh daddy" I heard her utter in muffled sighs, enjoying her moans.

"Fucking daddy in the shower!!!" I bawled, getting closer and closer...listening to Cynthia's internal moans.

"I want your come!" Cynthia cried back releasing my saliva coated stem, and looking up.

"Now open your mouth wide, stick your tongue out for daddy, and close your eyes," I ordered. 

"Daddy's gonna' come all over that fucking face!!" I shrieked stroking the length of my cock. 

Roaring, I felt streams of scorching white lava splatter on my daughter, dumping one gigantic load after another on her, draining my semen from my hanging balls. Feeling wobbly, I pressed my muscular arm against the slick walls to hold my body up. I had baptized her hair, face, mouth, neck, and breasts with months worth of backed up jizz. 

"CYNTHIA!!!" I shouted as one final thick jet of seed shot against her wide open mouth, painting up her long pink tongue; it spooned my viscous white fluid into her body.

That evening I remember we just let the shower run over us, later holding her against me for hours, having moved to my porcelain tub. We were submerged in healing salts, oils, and rose buds. At around four in the morning we moved again, to my bed and made love all day, hardly stopping to eat. 

Bed I had shared with two of my wives, one being her own mother, as well as countless others; and now her; neither of us wanting to leave the confines of my room. Her and I both realizing she would have to leave in less than a week, thinking about my upcoming business trip to Dubai, yet also about making plans to secretly rendezvous with her to find out where this would lead us.