****** Sexy Samantha (Part 2) by Evelyn_Midnight@yahoo.com ******
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Sexy Samantha (Part 2)


Chase and I spent the rest of the evening fucking, sucking, and enjoying each
other's company. He stayed the night and we woke in each other's arms, content
and smiling. At least at first. After a few minutes of waking and cuddling, it
got a bit awkward. I wasn't sure exactly what he thought was going to happen
with "us" and I could tell he was thinking the same thing. Not one to let
things get out of control, I started the ball rolling.

"So," I said, "guess you're wondering the same thing I am. 'What next?"

He smiled and replied, "not one for subtlety, are you? In fact, that was what I
was thinking. You know, the ink is still wet on my divorce papers. I'm not
really looking for anything..."

"Serious," interrupted him. "I know. I'm just starting college. I'm 19 years
old. I'm not exactly looking to settle down either. But I really like you, I
like being around you both at work and in bed. I hope that we can figure
something out."

"Me too," he replied, setting me at ease. "I can't imagine not feeling me
inside you again. You make me feel so free. That's something I was missing for
so long with my wife."

I saw a noticeable change in his face as he mentioned his wife. Was it that he
still loved her? I wanted to know more about his past, but wasn't sure how much
he wanted to tell me. True to myself, I decided to just ask.

"Chase," I began, "we've known each other for a while... well, we've worked
together for a while and known each other for a short time. But before we can
make any decisions about what we'd like "us" to be to each other, I really
think we should get to know each other better personally. Don't you think so?
I'll tell you what, I'll start."

"I grew up in a small town in Wisconsin. My parents were devout Roman Catholics
and beat their dogma into me from conception. God, I believe, has a sense of
humor, though, since he endowed me with one of the strongest sex drives of
anyone I know. I began thinking about sex young. I masturbated for the first
time when I was 12, though I didn't know what I was doing, really. I became
sexually active young...I was only 16. My God, though, I can remember it like
it was yesterday. But that's really off our path, isn't it?"

"Ahhh," he stammered, adjusting his swiftly hardening cock, "I guess it
is...but you'll definitely have to tell me about it sometime."

"Promise," I replied. "Let's see, where was I. Well, I kept my sexual prowess
from my parents by being an otherwise perfect daughter. I got almost all A's in
school, was part of the youth choir at church, played basketball on the school
team...all that jazz. Either they were naïve or just really trusted me, but
they never seemed to check on me between the hours of midnight and six in the
morning. I snuck out most nights to indulge my fantasies...always being safe,
of course...condoms every time. I wouldn't want you to get worried," I said
with a chuckle.

"Hadn't even thought of it," he replied. "Go on."

"Well, not much else of excitement to tell of my life. I got the advertising
bug when we studied the effects of advertising on the stock market in an
economics class. I knew I had to get away from my parents in order to live a
more free lifestyle, so I applied all over the U.S. for college. U of M gave me
a bit of a scholarship, and here I am. That's pretty much it for me, any
questions?"

"Not really...though I think I'd like to hear more about some of your late
night excursions. But that can wait. You told me about you and now it's my
turn. Wow," he said. "Where to start. Well, I did o.k. in high school, but was
pretty bored most of the time. But college...ah college. I found myself in
college. I took a public relations class my first year and just got an itch for
advertising. And I found that I was good at it, very good. I was at the top of
my class. My senior year I fell into the opportunity of a lifetime. My advisor
entered my portfolio in a regional contest that was being judged by Rex
Strident, the biggest name in advertising today. He loved my work, I won, I got
a job, the media picked up on me, and I became who I am today, Chase
Summerfield."

He paused for a moment and seemed to be gathering strength before he started
again, "About my wife. I met her my senior year. She was the daughter of one of
Rex's top designers. She was beautiful, small and fragile, like a porcelain
doll. Unlike you, she did have strict Catholic morals." He laughed as he said,
"she actually was a virgin when we married. I never really thought much of it.
I had had a decent amount of sexual experience. I actually looked forward to
opening the door to the joys of sex for her, giving her her first orgasm,
sharing the most beautiful experience two people can share with her. But she
wouldn't have any of it. Apparently her mother had instilled in her a disgust
for physical lust. Sex to her was something you did for your husband because
the Bible said you had to and to procreate. At first, I didn't think it would
matter, but not being able to have a physically intimate relationship with her
wore on our relationship. I felt like I couldn't truly love her, she wouldn't
let me." He paused again, for quite some time. I could see the pain in his
eyes. "It's funny, you know," he continued, "in the end, she left me after
coming home to find me masturbating to a porno. She ran home to her mother and
things just went down hill from there. She filed for divorce a few weeks later.
The rest of the story played out in the news, so you probably already know."

"I'm so sorry, Chase," I told him. "You really loved her, didn't you?"

"I do...I mean, I did, I don't know what I mean," he said.

I drew him close and said, "Chase, I'm not asking for your love. I think we can
have a good time together. We can have fun, have great sex, explore each
other's minds and bodies without worry about tomorrow. I can be here for you,
as your friend, when you need to talk, and you can be there to listen for me,
too. What do you think?"

"Oh, Samantha!" he exclaimed. "What did I do to deserve this? It's every man's
dream."

"Thank you," I replied with a smile. "Now, down to the nitty gritty. How do you
want this to be publicly? Shall we be 'dating,' or just friends, or what? We're
going to see each other at work, and we'll need to decide how to handle it."

"For now," he said, "I think it'd be best if we were just employer-employee. I
don't want to see myself all over the news again so soon."

"O.k. No problem. Now, I don't want today to end on a down note. Tell me
something naughty you've always wanted to do and we'll do it. How does that
sound?"

"You sure know how to cheer a man up," he said with a smile. "Let's see...a
fantasy we can do over the course of an afternoon, that won't land us in
jail...that's a tough one. Well, there is one thing I've always fantasized
about. We'd have to disguise ourselves and drive out of town though, are you
game?"

"Sure," I replied, "I'm game for most anything."

"Good...in fact, excellent. You go put your hair up and put on some heavy make-
up. Also, you'll need to wear a short skirt with no panties. I need to run home
and get my trench coat and a hat. Then we can drive to Detroit and go to an
adult movie theater. How does that sound?"

"I'm already wet," I said, "hurry back." With that he left and I went to get
ready. Fortunately I had a black wig from Halloween to help with the disguise.
I put on the black wig, a short black skirt, a white men's shirt with a black
bra showing through, and some black heels. Then I lightened my complexion with
some makeup, painted my lips blood red and lined my eyes black. I was getting
so hot just thinking about going out like that to see a porno in public. Chase
returned shortly in baggy black jeans and a black t-shirt. He had a baseball
cap on and a dark trench coat. When he saw me his jaw dropped. "The wig helps,
huh?" I asked him.

"I didn't think you could get more sexy, but my God! Let's go before I just
ravish you right now!" I laughed and we went out to his car. It seemed like an
interminable drive, even though it was only about half an hour. We got to the
theater about 4:00 in the afternoon - not a real busy time for porn. We bought
our tickets and made our way toward the theater. It was dark and the movie had
already started. We walked in to see a gorgeous red-head sucking a huge cock
while being rammed in the ass by a woman in a strap-on. There were about six
other people in the theater - all men. They all turned when we walked in. I
could tell Chase was just beaming with macho pride at the jealousy that wafted
towards us. We took seats at the back of the theater just in time to see the
huge cock on the screen erupt all over the red-head's face. The woman with the
strap on pulled out and helped the red-head eat up all the cum. I leaned over
and whispered to Chase, "What do you want to do first?"

"I want you to come," he whispered back, "touch yourself."

I eagerly responded by throwing my left leg on his lap, exposing my dripping
wet cunt. His attention was divided between the sex on the screen and my hand
massaging my clit. It didn't take me long to cum, though. I had been so hot all
the way there just thinking about the possibilities. Me. No panties. Porno
theater. Wow. I erupted on myself, overflowing with sweet juice. I brought my
fingers to his lips, and he suckled them dry. I took a moment to look at the
screen. A petit brunette was taking it in both ends, squealing with pleasure as
two cocks rammed her tight holes. My hand wandered to Chase's crotch, where I
felt a noticeable bulge.

"Next?" I asked seductively.

"Sit on my lap, let me fill you," he answered.

"I thought you weren't going to get us thrown in jail," I replied as I
positioned myself over his now exposed cock. I felt his member enter my slick
hole.

He wrapped his coat around the both of us and whispered hoarsely, "Just keep
grinding."

I slowly began to grind my hips to the rhythm of the sex on the screen. The
petite brunette had been replaced now by two buxom blonds with toys. One was
licking the shaved pussy of the other while slowly inserting anal beads, one
after another, in her gal pal's tight anus. I could tell Chase was enjoying
both what he saw and what was on his lap. His hips bucked involuntarily as his
hands found my big, beautiful breasts. I saw a few of the other men in the
theater look back at us to see what was going on. I just smiled at them while
bouncing on Chase's dick a little harder. They seemed jealous, but at the same
time happy for Chase, as though they understood that he was fulfilling a long
held fantasy. The blonds were soon joined by two gorgeous men with huge cocks.
Each man had a blond by the waist as he rammed his huge member deep inside from
behind. The girls seemed lost in ecstasy. By the end of the scene it was
becoming harder and harder to keep my orgasms under control. I wanted to be
fucked and fucked hard, but there was simply no way to do it. I knew Chase was
straining, too. I decided to give the men in the theater I little show.

Loudly I said, "Are any of you guys part of the management here?" They all
turned and quickly mumbled that they weren't, obviously unsure of what I really
wanted. "Well, then," I continued, "would any of you mind if this hot stud
fucked the shit out of me right here and now? You can all come and watch." They
jumped out up and practically ran back toward us. "I take it they don't mind,"
I said to Chase. "Ready to fuck me?"

"You're full of surprises, each one better than the last," he said with a note
of incredulity.

With that I stood up and bent over the seat in front of us. The men in the
theater ringed us, many of them with cocks in hand.

"Fuck me now!" I said to Chase.

The men cheered him on as he stood up and positioned his cock outside my
throbbing cunt. With a glance at our audience he thrust his full length into
me. I came at once with a loud gasp. I saw the men who were masturbating
quicken their pace to match Chase's as he slammed his dick in and out, in and
out of my tight, hot hole. Almost as quickly as it began it was over, though.
We'd been fucking for nearly forty minutes by then, and Chase was ready to
come. He pulled out and let go all over my ass. I reached back and wiped up a
bit and brought it to my mouth. His smile was radiant. I knew I was in for a
long and beautiful relationship with this one.

I saw some of the other men wiping up with tissues or towels (they had
obviously come prepared).

"Thank you all for allowing our...indulgence," I told them. "We'd best leave
now before we get thrown out," I said with a laugh.

Chase obviously agreed as he bundled back up and led me away from the lust
around us.

Back in the car we both laughed.

"You know," I told him, "that was actually a first for me, too. I hope I did
alright."

"Alright? My God," he replied, "I've never been so excited, so hot, so, so,
just wow! That was even better than my fantasy."

"Glad to have been there for you," I said. "Next fantasy is mine, right?"

"Anything you want to do, I'm game. For you, I always be game."

We got back to my apartment about 5:30 and got showered and cleaned up.

"Well," I said, "not that I'm not up for some more adventure this weekend, but
I do have an English paper due tomorrow I need to finish."

"O.k, o.k." he said. "I know when I'm not wanted. When can I see you again?"

"Let's see, last I checked you, my most generous boss, gave me Mondays off from
work. So, I guess that means I'll see you at the office on Tuesday morning. Can
you live without me that long?"

"Well, I don't know. That's an awfully long time," he said. "But I'm sure I'll
manage."

We spent a few more minutes kissing before I hustled him out the door with my
phone number and promises of more to come. To be honest, I didn't know if I
could wait that long, but, like Chase, I figured that I'd manage. At least I
had a drawer full of toys to keep me satisfied in case of emergency.


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