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At about 8.30 PM we, returned to our hotel and both of us went to our own suites. I refreshed myself and changed my dress from pant to trouser and a sports banyan. Then I called for the waiter and ordered for two plates of Roti and Two plates of Panner Kofta to be served within a half hour.

Then I knocked her door connecting inside the room.

I heard her say ‘ Come in, Ronnie’ I went inside and saw her in a beautiful night dress and her hair was loosened falling on her shoulder.

She said ‘ Stay there , on your knees and put your head on the floor and wait for my order’. I waited like that for about 5 minutes and heard her moving in her room’ Then she came to me put her feet on the back of my head and pressed to the ground and said ‘ Do you know Ronnie, What makes me annoyed, your rogue tongue, that lied to me, I want to torture to my heart’s content and see that it never repeats with anybody else.’ Then she rolled my head to oneside, so that my right cheek touched the ground and she put her bare feet on my right cheek and said ‘I will make you understand, what’s devotion and what’s sex. Put your hands on your back’

I moaned with pain and suddenly she with one feet on my face cheek stood over completely and put her other foot on my back to balance her weight and body.

She continued to say ‘Ronnie, I will make you lick the floor, eat nasty food from my feet, I will make you drink the water that washed my feet, I will lock your tongue with clamps so that you never dare to lye others. I will even invite your wife to see how much pervert you are. I do not understand with this much of fetish wish, how you are enjoying your normal sexual life with your wife. You must be keeping her dissatisfied. So I will show her the way to sexual satisfaction, casino oyna so that her life is not suffered.’ I was under severe pain from her pressure.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, She immediately got down and went to the bag and got an office folder and threw it to me and said read todays work done by us .Quick.

I opened the bag and spread 3 to four sheets on the floor pretended to be on work. She went to the door and opened the door. The waiter was standing there with trays of dinner on his hands. Arti asked who ordered it? I don’t like Roti at Night, I need Rice. Waiter, take return of one plate Roti and bring Rice fry instead.” ‘No madam, goods once ordered can not be substituted, if you want I will bring one Ricefry, but rotis to remain here.’ ‘Okay then bring Rice fry immediately” The waiter put those trays on the dining table at the corner and went out of the room. Arti immediately locked the door and turned to me. ‘Ronnie, how dare you order my dinner without my permission? You should have known my tastes or asked my intention; you will be punished for these misdeeds of overlooking the Goddess. Put all these papers inside the bag and crawl to the sofa’ after putting all the papers in folder in place and in bag, I started crawling to the sofa. ‘Lye on your back placing your head here at my feet, face upturned’

She turned on the TV and put one of her bare feet on my throat and cross legged , her right foot touched my forehead and pressed my head to the ground. Then she continued ‘Ronnie, you are such a creature on earth who does not know himself. You are not sure, whether you are in devotion or femdom in sex. You are not even sure why you are living. Such an animal you are.”

Tell me real truth, when you started worshiping canlı casino living beings, Ronnie? When I tried to answer to her question , she exerted a little pressure on my throat with her feet. I mumbled ‘Goddess, I have never worshipped any li…li…living beings ah . till today in my life, butt… from the day I saw yo…u and your feet, I believe in goddess and i will live for your beautiful feet throughout my life.’ah…

A knock was on the door. She removed her feet from my throat and said go , get the food. Send one tray to your room and keep these 3 roties here.

I got up from the floor and opened the door. The waiter entered the room and kept the plates on the dining table. I asked the waiter to put my food in my room. The waiter then left putting them in my room and I locked the door, returned to Goddess. She picked up one roti and threw it on to the floor , said The roti you ordered in excess are yours. Go and get it. I bended to pick it from the floor, but she said with your mouth, no use of hands.

I picked it with my mouth and brought it to my goddess, she commanded drop it on the floor, lay it flat. Now eat it, before I could touch it, she put her bare feet on it and grinded on the floor. Still I picked the torn pieces one by one, but the large two pieces remained under her bare feet and she did not lift her feet to make it easy to get them from floor. Wait there I will add masala to them. Saying this she smiled and with her spoon, picked a piece of paneer and kept on the piece of roti and folded them. Then she put her feet on it and again grinded, this time the paneer was grinded and came out of the gaps of the torn piece of roti . Then she spit a large goblet of her saliva on it and ordered. Eat it if you think, I am a goddess or admit kaçak casino that you are in to my panty.

Goddess, I will take whatever you offer but don’t think that I am in to sex from any angle. I have to keep myself under complete control, when I am with you goddess. Please forgive me, if you have misunderstood my intention. Saying that, I started eating the pieces from the floor bending on my knees without little hesitation and ate everything.

Okay, I will see that.

What do you have to offer to your Goddess?

First, I want to offer my prayers if you permit me, then ask for your divine blessings

Carry on your prayers; I want to see what’s that you have in your mind.

Staying on my bended knees before her feet, I folded hands and started, ‘Oh Goddess, Please forgive me ,if I have committed any sins I have committed and I am ready to undergo a penance that you will fix as a repentance. From the first day,I saw you, I could not convey my greetings due to my ignorance. Please bless me Goddess, so that Me with my wife will remain happy for ever’. With those words, I bended my forehead on to her feet and kept it on her both toes of her feet. Then with every fibre of myself I poured out my worship and contrition by hitting my forehead on to her feet repeatedly and the ground before her toes. She sighed and said ‘ Yeh, Ronnie, I do not understand, how a human accepts another human as God or Goddess with out a genuine cause and how a person can dedicate himself to another? Saying this she drew her right feet from underneath my forehead and slowly put it above my head. Stood victoriously and smiled, she said, Ronnie I finally bless you and your wife to remain happy throughout your life.

Get up and have your dinner in your room and come to my room. Before you leave room, you take these extra roties served to me as per your will. She threw rotis to my face, which fell on the ground. I picked up them and bowed my head while walking towards the connecting door.

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“Marie has really grown up,” Tommy remarked as he took another sip of cognac. “She doesn’t have time to hang out with me anymore with all the boys she’s stringing along,” he continued.

“Yeah, I kinda noticed that. She’d always have a different guy pick her up after filming,” Eric said. He accepted the glass from Tommy to take his turn in drinking.

They were in Jake’s apartment for poker night. It’s a new thing Jake got them into. He says it’s easier to talk during poker instead of while playing Dragon Ball, the favorite pastime of these actors.

The conversation turned to Marie when Jake thought of inviting girls over to play poker but he didn’t know any ladies who were any good at it. That’s when Tommy revealed that Marie was really good in poker but because of her heavy dating schedule, he doubted she’d have time to play with them.

Puffing a thick cloud of fragrant smoke, Jake remarked, “So Marie’s a playgirl now, huh? She didn’t strike me as such but hey, girls can be deceiving.”

“Dude, you got it all wrong. She’s still a virgin. It’s just that she doesn’t know which guy to favor,” defended Eric.

“Whatever. I just want to find out if she can defeat me in poker. It’s getting kinda lame winning against you two all the time,” Jake said. He took another puff at his cigarette.

“It’s ‘coz you refuse to play for money. I’m not feeling motivated enough to kick your ass,” Eric said defensively.

“We’ll play for stakes when you guys can get Marie in here to give me a run for my money,” replied Jake. “But I doubt she’d give you jerks the time of day so my money’s safe,” he grinned.

“Hah! She can’t refuse me,” Tommy said. “It’s only Eric that she can turn down but not me,” he stressed, pointing to himself.

“Eric! What the—,” Tommy reacted. He reached out to smack Eric on his head.

Eric ducked from Tommy’s blow. “She’ll be here next week, Jake, and she’ll impoverish you,” stated Eric, smirking.

“Oh, I can’t wait…” replied Jake with a contemplative look on his face.

x x x x x

A week later, Jake found himself at the losing end of a poker game. Incredulity was written all over his face.

He was just thankful that he will be spared from having Eric and Tommy witness his failure. His two friends had already passed out on the couch after a few rounds of drinking cognac. “This is really good stuff,” Eric said right before he began snoring softly against Tommy’s chest.

Marie calmly studied Jake. “Jake, are you ready to turn over that huge pot to me?” she asked.

“You’re not fooling me with this sweet and innocent act of yours, Marie,” Jake said. “I bet you asked Eric to give you an advantage when he shuffled the cards earlier,” he accused.

“You’re totally a sore loser, aren’t you? I know from Eric and Tommy that you have a gargantuan ego but I didn’t think you’d go so far as claim that I didn’t win fair and square… AGAIN,” she said firmly, arching her left eyebrow.

“Ah, finally, she showed her temper,” Jake remarked with relish. “I knew that nice girl image is only skin deep.”

Marie was incensed with fury. “Hah! Whereas you can’t even pretend to be a gentleman by admitting defeat. Let me remind you that I’m your guest, Jake. If I’d only known you’d act like a total jerk, I would’ve made other plans,” she retorted.

Noticing that Marie was dialing her phone, Jake said, “Are you going to call one of your boyfriends to pick you up now? Retreating from the battle already, Marie? Too bad all your boyfriends are too dumb to notice you’re just playing them. I bet they really believe you’re a virgin when in fact, you’re already skilled in bed.”

“Now stop right there, Jake,” she said as she placed her right hand over his mouth. “I’m not a slut like you,” she stressed.

Jake couldn’t help but be fascinated by how Marie’s face was flushed with fury, how fast her breathing had become due to anger. He licked the back of her hand which was still covering his mouth.

Marie was startled by the wet heat of Jake’s tongue on her hand. She pulled her hand back and stared at Jake, confusion filled her gaze even as heat unfurled below her navel. It was the first time she ever had a reaction like that towards a man.

“I’m sorry, Marie. I—I’ll take you home now, okay? No need to call one of your boyfriends,” casino oyna Jake said.

She shook her head.

“I’m really sorry for the things I said. I know you’re a virgin and I apologize for insinuating otherwise,” he said. “Your first lover would be one lucky bastard to have a skilled poker player like you,” he said jokingly. He lowered his eyes. “Make sure not to choose a slut like me, okay?” he uttered with a trace of bitterness.

Grabbing his keys from his pocket, Jake turned to stand up from the poker table. “Let’s go,” he told Marie.

He watched as she slowly stood up and approached him, an unreadable expression on her face. She sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Since you’re such a slut, you wouldn’t mind teaching me about sex, would you?” she asked Jake.

“Marie, please. Don’t tease me like this. I already said I’m sorry,” Jake replied as he tried to remove her hold on him.

“I’m serious, Jake. I’d have to have sex anyway. I’d like my first time to be with someone who knows what he’s doing. I choose you, if you want me,” she declared, meeting his stare even as she felt her face heat up from embarrassment.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Jake said as he held her face to read the sincerity in her eyes. “I can’t ensure that I won’t be fumbly this first time… I’ve wanted you since you walked in the room tonight,” he confessed.

Smiling up at Jake, Marie pulled his lips towards her for a kiss. Shyly at first, then with more enthusiasm, she met his tongue with her own. She splayed her hands in his hair, removing the fedora on his head, as the kiss deepened. Lost in the kiss, Marie did not notice that they had moved to Jake’s bedroom until she felt the softness of the thick bedspread on her back.

Jake ended the kiss to remove her pink strappy shoes. His hands caressed her calves, then her thighs, making heat travel up her body, centering on her womanhood. He reached for the hem of her black jersey dress, pulled it up and slowly revealed her black skimpy panties, the smooth skin on her flat stomach and her lacy bra.

Gently removing the dress from her head, Jake said, “I love your choice of lingerie. Black lace always gets me worked up,” he stated.

“I only wear black underwear,” she replied and smiled when she noticed the pupils in his eyes get more dilated.

“Are you sure you’re innocent?” Jake asked as he tried to control his libido.

“I’m innocent but not ignorant,” she replied.

“Then you wouldn’t be shocked if I undressed right now?” he inquired as he started pulling off his white shirt.

“Of course not,” she replied saucily. “I’ve seen your body in magazines, Jake.”

“Oh, yeah? Then you wouldn’t mind helping me out, right? You know, Marie, a guy likes it when a girl helps him get naked,” he said matter-of-factly. Not one to back out from a challenge, Marie got up from the bed and reached for the waistband of his jeans.

Trying to act sophisticated as she unbuttoned his fly proved to be difficult for Marie since his jeans were tight and she couldn’t ignore the bulge beneath the denim. Failing to undo the third button a second time, Jake groaned and covered her hands with his own. “Don’t be shy around me, Marie. We’re going to be more intimate as we continue. I’d like to have your hands all over me, like this,” he said as he placed her hand on his cock which was still confined in his jeans.

x x x x

Marie lightly tugged at Jake’s hard shaft. She heard him groan deliciously, the rumble resonating from his belly. She pressed a kiss on his bare stomach, which made him gasp.

He pulled her face from his body, caressed her cheek with his thumb, then pushed her gently on her back. Unsnapping the rest of the buttons on his jeans while keeping his eyes on Marie, Jake said, “Take off your bra.”

She reached for the hooks on the front of her bra, undoing them and allowed the straps to fall off her shoulders. Swallowing visibly, she tried to overcome her nervousness as she bared her breasts to his heated gaze. The cool air that greeted her nipples caused them to pucker up.

“Touch yourself,” she heard him say as he tugged his pants off.

Marie traced the tip of her left breast with her right index finger, feeling the nipple harden. Suddenly, her right nipple was canlı casino buried in heat as Jake sucked on it, causing her to moan at the sensation. His hand wandered to her belly button, encircling it at first, then dipping a finger in the shallow indentation. When he applied pressure against her belly button, she felt electricity course down her body. The heat centered in the apex of her thighs and intensified as his mouth attended to her left nipple, biting it lightly then laving it with his warm and wet tongue.

Overwhelmed by desire, Marie said, “Jake —,” but Jake placed a finger against her lips.

“Marie, when a guy is licking your nipple, allow him to concentrate on the task,” Jake said, laughing.

Slightly irked, Marie replied, “Well, I’m glad you find this amusing, JAKE, but I just wanted to ask you to stop teasing me and to get this show on the road already.”

“A little impatient, are we? I don’t want to hurt you so I have to make sure you’re ready for me,” he explained, brushing her bangs from her face.

“I—I think I’m ready, Jake,” she said as a throbbing sensation began between her thighs. She wrapped her arms around Jake’s broad chest and placed close-mouthed kisses along his neck and collar bones. She pressed her torso against his chest, enjoying the feel of her nipples rub against his own. She was also very conscious of his erection against her inner thighs.

“Let’s see how ready you are, shall we?” Jake asked as he pulled aside the crotch of her skimpy panties and pushed her legs apart. Marie felt mortified as Jake continued to stare at her pussy without saying anything. She grabbed a pillow, drew it against her face, and tried to close her legs.

“Marie, don’t be embarrassed. You’re very pretty here, all pink and wet and ripe,” he said as he drew his finger against her slit, then circled her clitoris with its tip. Marie was drowning in new sensations. Her breathing grew louder when she saw Jake lick the finger that was slick with her essence.

“I think you are ready, Marie,” he groaned, pulling her panties off. He reached for a condom tucked underneath the bedspread and proceeded to encase his hard cock with it. Marie felt the heat between her thighs intensify as she watched Jake’s hands move over his erect shaft. She also noticed the muscles in his stomach tighten as she splayed her hands over his belly.

He grabbed her right hand from his navel and placed it over his erection. He wrapped her hand around his length, and guided her on how to caress him. “This is how I like to be touched,” he whispered in her ear as he moved their hands on his cock.

His other hand went back to the place between her thighs, seeking her clit. He pressed her clit lightly then caressed it with a finger slick with her wetness.

“Jake, please,” Marie pleaded, pulling his hips against her own.

Detecting the need in her voice, Jake placed her legs over his shoulders and gently introduced the tip of his cock to her slit. Pushing slowly, his penis entered her pussy. Marie felt the folds of her womanhood being stretched to accommodate Jake’s thick length and after a few seconds, a burning pain developed in her depths as he pushed in. She couldn’t help but gasp at the discomfort she was feeling.

Jake tilted her face to look deep into her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Marie. I don’t want to cause you pain but it’s unavoidable,” he tried to soothe her by giving her light kisses and caressing her hips.

“Breathe deeply, Marie,” he coached her. One of his hands went between their bodies to rub her clit. She felt his fingers trace her slit which was stretched to encase his cock, pressing lightly. His fingers then returned to her clit, circling it.

Feeling liquid heat flow from inside her, Marie sighed and pulled Jake towards her. Understanding her movements, Jake continued to push his cock deeper in her tight, wet canal. When finally, the whole of his cock was enveloped in her warmth, Jake released the breath he’s been holding.

“You feel amazing, my lady,” he told her, peppering her neck with gentle kisses.

Marie adjusted her legs around his shoulders which caused the throbbing sensation deep inside her to start anew.

“Jake,” she said, tracing his mouth with her thumb, “kiss me.” Their tongues mated as Jake started to move his hips. kaçak casino She felt the head of his cock rub the flesh inside her pussy, the tempo increasing then decreasing, drenching her in euphoria.

Moaning against Jake’s mouth, Marie started meeting his hips with her own, tightening her hold on him.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Jake groaned into her ear as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

When Marie felt Jake’s hot mouth tug at her right nipple, she arched into him, spreading her legs wide. When he began sucking on her nipple, heat burst from her core, making her cry out in ecstasy. Feeling her inner muscles tremble all around his hard flesh as she came, Jake’s control broke and he released his seed deep inside her body.

Carefully, Jake extracted himself from within her. He kissed her cheek and pulled her against him, wrapping the bed sheet over their naked bodies. Together, they fell into a deep slumber.

x x x x x

It’s been two weeks since they last saw each other. Jake’s last visual of her was of her face lined with exhaustion but flushed with the rosy glow of orgasm. Her last memory of him was of him sleeping, holding the pillow she placed against his chest in order to leave his bed undetected.

They were in the party hosted by a TV station for drama awards. When Jake went to the bar to ask for a beer, he spotted Marie sitting in a corner, chatting with her co-star Shane.

He approached them. “Shane, congratulations,” he said.

“Thanks, and congratulations, too, Jake,” replied Shane. “Of course you must also greet Marie who is the best actress to your best actor,” remarked Shane.

“Oh, yeah. I already know she’s a REALLY good actress,” Jake uttered. Their eyes met and neither one of them said anything. Noticing the tension between then, Shane excused himself, saying he’ll get a drink from the bar.

“Are you not going to invite me to sit down?” Jake inquired as Marie kept her silence.

“Why should I?” she replied. “I’m sure your harem is waiting for you here somewhere,” she declared, trying hard to keep the anger she felt from showing in her intonation. “I don’t think you should keep them waiting, Jake,” she added.

Noticing how she shivered in her spaghetti-strapped, lacy ecru-colored blouse, Jake took off his green jacket.

“Here, looks like you’re getting cold. I can’t believe you don’t even have a coat with you,” he said as he drew near her, trying to place the jacket over her shoulders.

“No, thanks. I’m okay. I’ll be leaving in a while, anyway,” she answered as she held off his hands.

She flipped her phone and started making a call. He flipped her phone closed. “No need to call your boyfriend, I’ll drive you home,” he offered.

“Ugh, please. The last time you told me that… Well, you know what happened. I learned my lesson so just please let me leave,” she said, avoiding his gaze.

“Are you pissed off at me about what happened that night, Marie?” he asked. “I wonder why when I’m not the one who left in the morning without saying a word. I guess you wanted to protect your pristine reputation and so dating me is totally out of the question,” Jake uttered.

“Date you? What are you taking about? If you were even remotely interested in dating me, you would have at least given me a call in the past two weeks, jerk!” she pointed out. The color on her cheeks turned red as she realized how upset she sounded.

Sitting beside her, Jake reached for her hands. “I was stuck on location, Marie. I did want to call you but I thought you just wanted to gain experience from me so you could go your own merry way and entertain yourself with your long line of suitors,” he said.

“I don’t just sleep with anybody, you know. I thought how I felt was already too obvious since I jumped into bed with you and that is despite the fact that we haven’t even gone on a date,” she snapped, fuming in anger.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d go for a slut like me,” he explained as he pulled her hands against his lips. “I’m crazy about you but I had no inkling if you even liked me.”

Feeling heat suffuse her as she felt his mouth on her hands, on her wrists, she said, “You really are an idiot, Jake. Thank goodness you’re great in bed and too good-looking to resist.”

As Marie hugged him, Jake inquired, “Are those the only things you like about me?”

“Well, you can add the way you roll your hips in the list. But really, what else is there? You even suck at poker,” she said, laughing, as she pulled him for a kiss.

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As Addison sat at the bar table watching Judge Collins speak, she couldn’t help but run a finger over her lips subconsciously. The woman was gorgeous, made all the more sexy by the traditional wig and red gown she wore in her position as a Supreme Court judge. Addison thought she couldn’t be more than forty, with smooth olive skin, perfectly shaped black eyebrows, enormous dark blue eyes with long Bambi-lashes, and the most sensual full mouth. She sat with authority and charisma, two qualities Addison had always found incredibly attractive. Addison mused to herself that this must have been one of the most enjoyable trials she had run as a Crown Prosecutor, inwardly smiling as she realised that, once again, she was wet.

Elizabeth Collins was glad her associate had prepared her judgment in writing because it was all she could do to concentrate on the pages in front of her. Addison Clarke always affected her this way, sitting directly below her in her black robe and wig, her gorgeous oval face framed by the white curls, her long auburn hair in a loose ponytail cascading down her back. Addison’s eyes were a striking green, very intelligent and piercing, and Elizabeth found it difficult to maintain any semblance of focus if she looked into those eyes for long. But is was completely forbidden that any relationship form between the two, and Elizabeth was painfully aware of the necessity to keep a professional distance from the beautiful Crown.

As her decision drew to a close, Elizabeth allowed herself to relax, gazing at Addison over the top of her papers more frequently, taking in the intensity of Addison’s gaze, noticing how she kept touching her mouth as she looked up at Elizabeth with an expression Elizabeth realised was lustful. Elizabeth stammered over the next sentence, blushing as she struggled to regain control of the thoughts suddenly appearing in her mind…..a naked Addison welcoming her into bed, kissing those pouting lips, sliding a hand down her smooth side….No. This cannot happen. Read, dammit …read!

Addison could not help but smile knowingly as she watched Judge Collins struggle. She had caught the look in her eye as she gazed into Addison’s face, and fantasised that the judge had been distracted by dirty thoughts. She pushed herself back from the bar table a little and re-crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together to soothe the throb in her clit, amazed at the slippery way her pussy lips pressed together.

Ten minutes later, the court rose to adjourn, and Addison sighed. She was almost disappointed the trial had ended. The prospect of seeing Judge Collins every casino oyna day had greatly assisted her to get out of bed….and get to sleep after arching and cumming imagining her lips on the Judge’s clit. Just the thought of cupping that beautiful face in her hands and kissing those incredible lips had Addison groaning out loud.

But she packed up, slowly, looking up to see what the judge was doing as she did. After a few minutes she was surprised to see Judge Collins still there, obviously taking her time. Addison told her solicitor and detectives she’d meet them outside, sighing in relief when they all told her they’d meet her at the pub over the road for a celebratory drink. She turned back to face Judge Collins, scanning the room quickly and realising they were quite alone. Holding her law books in her arms, Addison walked a little closer to the bench, looking up at the judge with interest, waiting to see what might happen.

Elizabeth could feel the quiet descend on the courtroom before she became consciously aware of it. Looking up as she picked up her files, her gaze landed on Addison Clarke, standing watching her with an unreadable expression on her face, arms full of books, her head now bare, gown tucked into her barrister’s bag so that now her exquisitely tailored charcoal pinstripe suit hugged her curves. Elizabeth’s breath caught as she was overcome by the sheer sexual pull she felt towards the younger woman.

“That was a, um…a very well run trial, Madame Crown. Congratulations,” was all she could think to say. Addison bowed her head a little, a knowing smile dancing on her lips, “Thank you, Your Honour. It was a sincere pleasure.” The tone of her voice and the lust in her eyes left Elizabeth with no misconceptions about what was on Addison’s mind, and Elizabeth literally froze with indecision, feeling a quivering heat ignite between her thighs just from that look.

The two women stood rock still and stared at each other for what seemed like an age. Finally, Elizabeth blinked as she saw her associate peak into the courtroom out of the corner of her eye, and she made a decision which she knew she may regret. “Perhaps you would like to discuss this in my chambers, Miss Clarke?” Addison smiled softly, her eyes full of lust, “Yes, Your Honour. Perhaps now would be convenient?” Elizabeth licked her lips and said throatily, “Yes, now is fine.”

The door had barely closed behind them when Elizabeth pushed Addison up against her solid oak desk forcefully, making Addison drop her books and bag in a rush at their feet. Their lips met harshly, the pent up need they’d both canlı casino been fighting for months released in that first kiss. Tongues sliding wetly, hands fumbling with clothing until they broke apart laughing….Addison couldn’t work out how to undo the judge’s robes and Elizabeth guided her hands, watching with parted lips as Addison’s hands slid under them, lifting them from her shoulders.

Elizabeth could not help but let out a low moan as she cupped Addison’s breasts in her hands for the first time, the black lace cups holding those full mounds, the nipples already hard and pressing at the delicate fabric obscenely. Addison’s gasp filled the room as Elizabeth lowered her mouth to a breast, lifting the smooth flesh free of the binding lace and enclosing her sensual mouth around Addison’s nipple eagerly. As she sucked and licked, Elizabeth gradually worked off Addison’s clothes, the expensive suit falling to the floor to join Elizabeth’s as Addison undressed her.

Both women were soaking wet and the musky spice scent filled their nostrils. Elizabeth kneeled to lick Addison’s inner thighs, teasing her until Addison whispered, “If you don’t lick me right now I’ll scream!” Elizabeth looked up at her and giggled, using her thumb to gently, so gently, rub Addison’s swollen clit, driving her crazier. Then ducking her head, she slid her tongue under Addison’s pussy, letting it slide between those slippery full lips, and up, up to massage that throbbing hard clit. Closing her mouth over as much of Addison’s pussy as she could, Elizabeth started sucking as her tongue caressed Addison’s clit, feeling the younger woman’s thighs start to quiver, Addison’s right hand on Elizabeth’s head as she leant back on the desk with her left.

Soon, Elizabeth was pushing one, then two, fingers deep inside her lover, pumping them up into her and reveling in the hot slurps her fingers were eliciting. She could feel Addison’s muscles clenching her fingers rhythmically as she fucked harder, quicker, licking and sucking eagerly.

Addison bit her lower lip, desperate not to make too much noise as she felt her pussy tremor, clench, then explode with pleasure, the long spasms rippling through her like a pool as she moaned and gasped. She couldn’t help but press Elizabeth’s mouth more firmly to her pussy, and cried out finally as a second orgasm started on the back of the first, Elizabeth’s tongue pushing her clit to set off another detonation. Her cunt sucked hungrily on Elizabeth’s fingers as she came, arching back on the desk, whimpering and panting as her body quivered and she was forced to push Elizabeth’s kaçak casino mouth away.

She sat up after a minute, smiling shyly as Elizabeth laughed and held her, saying, “Madam Crown….you are undeniable.” Addison’s hand caressed Elizabeth’s breasts, nipples, tracing down to cup her pussy, feeling the hot liquid soak her fingers, watching Elizabeth’s eyes close and her lips part in pleasure as a soft moan escaped her lips. Pressing her middle finger against Elizabeth’s incredibly swollen clit, she started to slide down to her knees, but Elizabeth stopped her.

“No. I want you to touch me….I want to be holding you as I cum….please?” Addison smiled and kissed the judge’s lips sweetly, sliding her hand back between her legs, a wonder descending over her that this was really happening, her fantasy was a reality. Elizabeth whimpered softly, her arms around Addison’s slender waist, thighs and belly trembling as Addison expertly pressed and rubbed her throbbing clit, juices coating both women’s thighs, and Addison’s hand.

Addison kissed Elizabeth softly as she pushed her fingers under further, feeling the tight slippery ring of Elizabeth’s anus as her palm rubbed that hot swollen clit. She was rewarded by a long low moan in her ear, the panting breath of Elizabeth’s excitement against her neck. Her finger pressed firmly against that tight little pucker, popping inside as Elizabeth gripped her and gasped, humping against her hand. Addison held her hand hard against Elizabeth’s cunt, her finger pushed as deep as she could up Elizabeth’s ass, feeling the anal ring clench and release firmly as Elizabeth started to climax.

Beginning to pant, Elizabeth kissed Addison’s lips feverishly, moaning softly and grinding her swollen pussy on Addison’s hand, clinging to her as she started to cum. And cum. And cum. Wave after wave of pleasure thrilled through her, blocking out every thought as she just closed her eyes and buried her face in the younger woman’s hair, inhaling her perfume and sucking on her shoulder.

Gradually, Elizabeth’s tremors subsided, her panting returning to normal. Addison slid her finger from inside Elizabeth and could only hold her close, her hands tenderly caressing up and down Elizabeth’s smooth bare back.

“Did that just happen?” Addison found herself asking softly. She couldn’t help smiling in pleasure, but felt the familiar post-coital uneasiness set in. Surely this could never happen again. Surely this incredible woman wouldn’t want to have her again. Elizabeth straightened up and smoothed down Addison’s hair, kissing her forehead and smiling a little. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you….” Addison bit her lip, her eyes shining as she felt her heart leap. “We have a lot to talk about then, Your Honour…”

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Melissa Saulnier pushed the door to her house closed with her heel as she stepped into the porch. It slammed shut as she dropped the bags of groceries she was carrying to the floor. She sighed as she slid her purse off of her right shoulder. It fell on the table with a soft thud. Melissa tossed her jacket over the back of a kitchen chair. Thank god this day was over she thought to herself.

The sound of the television was coming from the livingroom, indicating that her eighteen year-old son, Tyler, was home from school. When Melissa heard that the evening news were on she realized she was later than she had planned on being. She picked up the two plastic grocery bags and put them down beside her purse then brushed her long auburn hair back over her slim shoulders and walked towards the livingroom.

Tyler looked sullen, slumped down on the sofa as he stared at the television, arms folded about his waist. Melissa thought the cause of his dour look must be because she was late getting home for supper.

“I’m sorry I’m late, honey,” Melissa apologized “we had a staff meeting and I had to stop for a few groceries on my way home.”

“It’s okay.” Tyler grunted, not looking at his mother standing beside him.

Melissa looked at her son’s face and wondered what was bothering him. She sat down on the couch beside him.

“What’s the matter, honey?” she asked, her dark brown eyes locking on him.

“That…” Tyler spat out as he unfolded his arms to point at a pile of papers on the coffee table.

Melissa reached for the papers and brought them closer. She saw that it was an English assignment that her son had passed in nearly a week ago. At the top of the title page in red pen was C-. Melissa frowned.

“You’ll do better on the next one.” she told Tyler, hoping to console him.

Tyler grunted. “I doubt it. English sucks. I hate it. Who gives a shit about T.S. Eliot anyway and that Prufrock guy sounds like an asshole.”

Melissa fought back a smile as she tossed her son’s assignment back on the coffee table to her right.

“Watch your language, young man.”

“Sorry.” Tyler mumbled, his blue eyes darting briefly towards his mother.

“I can help you on the next one, if you want,” she offered “I majored in English in college, remember?”

Melissa thought back briefly to that time. She had met Tyler’s father in college and by the time she was a little older than Tyler’s age she was pregnant with him, which forced her to abandon her plans of becoming a teacher, or perhaps an author.

“Thanks, mom, but I doubt it would help. I just don’t get English. I’m better at stuff like math and science. Besides, I’ll be taking engineering at college next fall; I’ll never need English.”

Melissa nodded, knowing that her son was right. “You have a few months left to catch up. I know you can if you really try. You still have to pass this English course though if you want to graduate from high school. ”

Tyler folded his arms once more and slid down on the couch. He knew that his mother was right and that worried him. But he was encouraged by how much faith she had in him.

Melissa forced a smile as she looked at her son sitting beside her. She slid closer and kissed his cheek as she ran her left hand over his thick black hair. For close to a week she had noticed a change in his mood and wondered if it was simply school, or if something else was bothering him.

“What’s the matter, honey? Is it more than just school?” Her voice was soft, full of concern.

His mother’s brown eyes looked sad as she spoke and Tyler felt guilty for having upset her.

“Is it your father?” she prodded.

“Kind of…,” he sighed “sometimes I just wish things could be like they were.”

Melissa frowned. They had already this discussion many times over the past three years since she had decided to divorce Tyler’s father. She dreaded talking about it again.

“Ty… we’ve been through this before.” Melissa sounded weary, frustrated.

“I know,” he agreed “and I know you guys aren’t ever getting back together, but sometimes I wish you would.”

“That’s not going to happen — you know that. It’s not what I want. Besides, your father has a girlfriend anyway.”

“Yeah… Cindy,” Tyler sneered “dad could do a lot better.”

“What’s wrong with Cindy?” his mother demanded, recoiling slightly in surprise.

“She’s not very pretty, or even nice,” Tyler began “and I hate that blue eyeshadow she always wears. She’s got small boobs too. I don’t know why the hell dad settled for her after you. You look a lot better than her, mom.” His gloom seemed to lift as he spoke.

“Why — because I’ve got a bigger boobs?” Melissa blurted with a giggle, surprising even herself for speaking so openly with her son. She blushed and mentally scolded herself for not censoring her thoughts before speaking.

Tyler ran his eyes down from his mother’s angular face casino oyna with high cheekbones and sculpted jaw line face to the swell of her breasts rising from the jade green knit cardigan she was wearing. He felt his cock swell as he stared, wishing he could run his hands over her body.

“Well, c’mon mom… you’re stacked.” he blurted out as his growing arousal emboldened him.

Melissa grew flustered. She darted her eyes down to her lap and rested her hands on her grey skirt. She could feel her Tyler’s eyes on her. It made her clit began to twitch. Moments later she began getting wet as she imagined the forbidden thoughts her son might be having.

“Ty, you shouldn’t say things like that to me; I’m your mother.”

“I’m just being honest,” he asserted, sounding chastened “it’s not like everyone doesn’t notice and I’m no different.”

“But I’m your mother. You’re not supposed to notice things like that about me.” she snapped as she raised her voice, glaring at him through narrow eyes.

Tyler avoided his mother’s piercing stare.

Melissa felt like she had maybe been too harsh with her son. He already had enough on his mind with struggling to finish high school without her rebuking him for what any normal eighteen year old male like him would think or feel — even for his own mother she rationalized. She drew in a deep breath and gave her son’s hand a squeeze.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice softer again “it’s just that it’s not appropriate for a son to make comments like that about his mother. You know that.”

“Even if they’re as hot as you?” he retorted, smirking.

Melissa had been trying to portray a serious demeanor and end the conversation, but she found her son’s chutzpah disarming. Despite her misgivings she found herself laughing at his comment. She also realized that her panties were now slightly damp.

“Okay, that’s enough flattery from you. I’m going to go start supper.” she said as she raised herself from the sofa.

Melissa got up before Tyler could reply. She went into the kitchen — hoping that concentrating on preparing a meal for them would distract her from her sudden arousal and lewd thoughts about her son.

Tyler watched his mother walk towards the kitchen. He could feel his cock throb as he stared at her firm round ass and curved hips filling her tight skirt, swaying as she walked. He waited a few minutes for his erection to subside until he dared get up to join his mother in the kitchen. He sat at the kitchen table, his eyes on her as she moved about. Her hair moved as she turned from side to side and he could detect the movements of her heavy breasts as they quivered beneath her cardigan.

“It’s really good, mom.” Tyler exclaimed with a mouthful of food, as he looked across the table at his mother.

Melissa gave her son an appreciative smile. “I’m glad you like it. It’s only broiled fish and potatoes — nothing special.”

“But it’s good; everything you cook is.”

Melissa smiled, feeling pleased as she watched Tyler bring another forkful of food to his mouth. This is what a healthy mother-son relationship should be like she reminded herself as she watched Tyler. She was relieved that the tone of the conversation had not returned to the risque nature that it had been earlier in the livingroom. Part of the reason was because Melissa knew that it was wrong, but she also had to admit to herself that, like Tyler, she too was guilty of having incestuous thoughts at times.

For almost all of his life Melissa had looked at Tyler as nothing more than her son, but now that he was eighteen she at times could not help but notice what a handsome young man he had become — probably much like he found her attractive, she thought. Still, she knew it was wrong and fought against the urges she occasionally had when she saw her son walk to the bathroom some mornings wearing only his boxers, or when he would hug her, holding her tight against his broad chest, running his hands over her back. There were times when they embraced, however briefly, that Melissa was sure that she could feel Tyler’s hard cock pressing against her stomach or thigh. Those few incidents always aroused Melissa and caused her to give in to her emotions later at night as she ran her fingers over her hard clit and damp lips alone in her bed.

“You go in and watch tv while I load the dishwasher,” Melissa told her son after they had finished supper “I’ll be in later.”

Tyler listened to the sounds of his mother clearing the table and loading the dishwasher as he gave a blank stare at the television. He was more interested in his mother than what he was watching and was eager for her to join him. His cock twitched in anticipation and he shifted on the cushion, hoping to conceal the bulge in his jeans.

“There — all done!” Melissa exclaimed as she sat down next to Tyler.

“Good. You should relax a while. How was work?”

“Oh, not bad,” Melissa sighed “we got a big shipment of books in this morning, so I had to sort out the invoices and begin shelving them.”

“You look tired.” Tyler canlı casino remarked.

“I am.” she sighed as she kicked her shoes off and curled her feet up on the sofa.

“I worry about you, mom. You work too hard.”

“I have to. I barely make enough to pay the bills as it is.” Melissa lamented.

Tyler frowned as he looked over at his mother to his right. “I know. I just wish you could take a vacation sometime. Remember how we all went to Crystal Lake years ago? That was a great time.”

Melissa smiled as her thoughts drifted back to the trip her son was referring to. That was nearly four years ago and she had not had a vacation since then.

“We should go there some weekend.” Tyler suggested.

Melissa thought for a moment. The idea appealed to her, but she was not sure if she could afford it.

“That would be nice,” she agreed “but now’s not a good time. Things are really busy at the book store, plus you have to finish school.”

“I know. It’s just that I worry about you. If you don’t take a vacation sooner or later you’re going to have a nervous breakdown.”

Melissa smiled at her son. She thought that he was over-reacting, still she appreciated his concern. She slid closer to him and draped her left arm around his shoulders, clutching him to her. She ran her hand over his muscular shoulders and rested against his arm. As Tyler slipped his right hand around her waist she felt herself relax. It had been years since Melissa had been with a man and even her own son’s touch was welcome now. Moments later her clit began to throb. She felt a wave of guilt. She thought of pulling away from him but did not want to appear flustered or offend him. Besides, this would be her guilty secret that only she knew Melissa told herself.

“I’ll make a deal with you.” Melissa told her son.

“What’s that?”

“If you pass your English course this year I’ll take you to Crystal Lake as a graduation gift.”

“Really?” he exclaimed as he leaned away from her, his wide eyes locking on hers.

Melissa nodded, flashing her son a smile.

“Thanks, mom!”

Tyler wrapped his arms around his mother’s shoulders and pulled her tight. Her touch excited him as she glided her hands up his broad back. Tyler felt his cock twitch and tent his jeans as he held his mother to him. Her firm, round breasts were pressed to his chest and he could feel them shift as she moved against him. Through her cardigan he could feel her bra and wished she wasn’t wearing one. As he ran his fingers down her spine he thought he felt her quiver.

“But you have to pass everything — including English.” she reminded him as she leaned away, giving him an serious look.

Tyler nodded. “I will.” he vowed.

Tyler’s hands slid down to his mother’s waist, just above her hips. As his eyes drifted from her gaze he noticed her swollen nipples rising from her cardigan. He licked his lips as he stared at them, trying to imagine how they might look.

Melissa gave a chuckle. “Maybe this is what it takes to get you motivated about school,” she concluded “I haven’t seen you this excited in a long time.”

“It looks like I’m not the only one who’s excited.” Tyler teased, his eyes riveted to his mother’s chest.

Melissa’s eyes followed her son’s. She leaned away and looked down, flushing when she realized what he was referring to. She let out an embarrassed gasp as she pulled away from him, wide-eyed.

“Tyler, you shouldn’t make comments like that. I’m your mother!”

Undaunted, Tyler clutched his mother’s hips tight as he let out a nervous laugh. “I was only teasing, mom. Besides, it’s not like I couldn’t notice them.”

“Well, you don’t have to comment!” she snapped in an angry tone as her dark eyes narrowed.

Tyler gave his mother a chastened look, his eyes meeting hers, then darting away. “I’m sorry,” he muttered “I didn’t think you’d get so angry about me teasing you about it.”

Melissa sighed. She thought she had probably over-reacted because of the stress she had been under recently, as well as the guilt she was wrestling with from being turned-on by her son’s embrace. She gave Tyler a dim smile.

“It’s okay,” she told him “maybe I’m making too big a deal about it.”

A smile crept over Tyler’s face as his eyes moved towards his mother’s bosom once more. “Well, they are big…” he remarked, not making any effort to conceal his leering.

Melissa felt a surge of lust at her son’s words, but knew that she must not encourage him. She forced a disapproving glare.

“That’s enough, Tyler.” Now her voice was harsh.

Tyler removed his hands from his mother’s hips and turned to face the television. From the corner of his eye he saw her slide away. She crossed her legs and folded her hands on her lap, silently staring ahead.

For the rest of the evening Tyler and his mother never spoke. His arousal was replaced by concern that he had gone too far with his bawdy remarks and that she was angry. He sensed tension between them, but did not know what to say that might make things better. Two hours kaçak casino later Melissa stood up and told Tyler that she was tired and was going to bed.

“Okay, have a good sleep.” he replied, looking at her from the corner of his eye.

“Don’t stay up late; you have school in the morning.”

Before Tyler could reply his mother had left the room. He sighed to himself as he heard her bedroom door close.

CHAPTER 2

For the rest of the week Tyler felt uneasy and tentative around his mother. He tried his best to make conversation during supper, telling her how his day at school had been, or what he and his friends had been doing, but he still felt tense and uncomfortable. That, however, did not entirely quell his lustful thoughts for his mother though.

That Friday night Melissa stopped on her way home for a pizza. She was glad that the work week was finally over and wanted a break from cooking. She knew that Tyler would never object to having pizza for supper so did not feel bad about taking a night off from cooking.

“This is great. Thanks, mom.” Tyler exclaimed as he placed a third slice of pizza on his plate.

Melissa smiled, happy that her son appreciated her decision.

“I’m glad you like it, and to tell you the truth, it gives me a break from cooking for one night.” she told her son with a guilty shrug.

“You could bring home pizza every night and not hear any complaints from me.” he replied as he chewed.

“It won’t be every night because I can’t afford it, but I thought I’d treat both of us for a change.”

Melissa was relieved to see her son smiling at her. She too had felt uneasy around him throughout the week and was glad that things between them seemed to be getting back to normal once more.

After they had finished eating Melissa cleared the kitchen table, then joined Tyler in the livingroom. She was looking forward to spending some time with him, especially given how strained their relationship had been the past several days.

Tyler slid over on the sofa to make room for his mother. She stepped out of her shoes and curled up beside him. Not wanting to get caught leering, especially since the were getting along better once more, Tyler gave his mother several furtive glances from the corner of his eye.

Melissa was wearing a white short-sleeved dress, decorated with tiny blue and red flowers. It had buttons running down the middle, three of which below her knees were undone and two at the top. Tyler noticed that he could see her upper chest and a teasing glimpse of her cleavage at the top of her dress as she leaned over next to him. He folded his arms and stared at the television as his mind wandered, filled with forbidden thoughts as his cock throbbed.

Later that evening it occurred to Tyler that there was leftover pizza in the fridge. He decided to have a slice and some soda before bed. “I’m going to have another slice of pizza. Do you want one?” he asked his mother as he got up from the couch.

“No, thanks,” Melissa replied, then paused “but maybe I’ll make a cup of camomile tea. It helps me to sleep.”

“I’ll get it for you.” Tyler offered.

“No, that’s okay.” his mother replied, rising from the couch.

As Tyler brought the pizza box from the fridge he watched his mother padding into the kitchen in her bare feet. His eyes moved down the length of her body. It could not be said that he had ever had anything close to a foot fetish, but at that moment as he looked at his mother Tyler thought that she was the prettiest, sexiest woman he knew — even her feet were cute.

Tyler placed a slice of pizza on a plate and put it in the microwave. As he watched the digital timer, waiting for the series of beeps. He felt his mother beside him. She placed a mug of water with a teabag in it on the counter, waiting to use the microwave. Her oak-colored eyes met his and she smiled, giving his back a brisk rub between his shoulders.

“I love you, Ty.” she told him, almost whispering.

“I love you too.” he responded, somewhat surprised by her unexpected display of affection.

Melissa’s arm fell to her side as she drew in a deep breath. “I hate it when it’s tense between us.” she lamented, her eyes darting to the floor, then back up.

Tyler knew exactly what she was referring to, but was hesitant about revisiting the subject. “So do I, mom.”

“It’s just that, the other night, maybe I was too harsh on you. I’d already had a bad day, and…” her voice faded out a moment as she drew in another breath, wiggling her full lips, “it’s not your fault, honey, but it seems like I work so hard and the bills keep coming in. Sometimes it’s overwhelming. I want us to go to Crystal Lake, but I don’t know if we can. I never mean to take it out on you. I hope you know that. I love you, honey.”

Tyler was not sure how to respond, then he noticed that his mother’s lower lip was quivering. She bit it. Tyler looked into her eyes. They were watery. She wiped one with the palm of her hand, forcing a smile.

“Oh, mom… don’t cry. I love you too.” he gushed. Tyler wanted to hold his mother, but was hesitant to, fearing she would misconstrue his intentions. Instead, he ran a hand up and down her bare left arm. Her skin was soft and he felt guilty for getting turned-on again.

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*Play with fire, you’ll get burned.*

I was paged over the intercom to go meet Craig, my handler outside The Boss’s office, Lawrence is the director and boss of the The Agency he gives everyone there orders and missions. I arrived and Craig was already there pacing back and forth nervously. He looked up at me, put his hands on my shoulders and told me I would be fine, then opened the door ushering me inside.

I walked in and the door behind me closed as I stood in front of his desk, my hands clasped in front of me nervously. Wearing my exercise outfit and looking scruffy, I felt so intimidated.

‘Well Niki, looks like your turning out to be a great asset to us, you’ve learned everything in the quickest amount of time i have ever experianced….’ he paused

‘I think you are ready.’ he sighed

‘Ready sir? for what?’ I asked unsure

‘For The Test, Niki.’ he said bluntly

All the blood drained from my body at that very moment.

‘I didn’t think that was what I got called down here for. I thought I’d done something wrong or was being retracted from training, Sir.’ I blurted out

‘Go see Olivia, she will brief you and give you your assignment.’ he nodded towards the door

I could not speak. All I could do was nod to everything he was saying.

‘NOW Niki!’ he shouted

I ran to the door, pulling it open to see Craig on the other side still pacing. I hurried out closing the door behind me, leant back against it and took a breath, just as Craig grabbed my arm and pulled me along the corridor to Olivia’s office.

‘Good luck, she’s gonna test you.’ He kissed my cheek as he whispered that in my ear.

I knocked on the door as I watched Craig go back to Lawrence’s office. I knew it was forbidden for two agents to have relations but I really liked Craig. He was in his early thirties, about six foot tall with a six pack to die for, light brown hair, light tan and chocolate brown eyes.

‘Come in Niki.’ her cheery voice called so sweetly.

I opened the door to find a tall redheaded woman in her early thirties standing in front of a huge selection of designer clothes and accessories with a wide smile to greet me, she was wearing a black pencil skirt with a tight white shirt tucked in to it and five inch black patent heels. She was so beautiful standing before me, she wouldn’t be so hard on me, I thought.

‘Come sit here, Niki.’ she placed her well manicured hands on a barbers chair.

I sat down for her, she spun me around to face the mirror and stared at my reflection from behind me with her hands on my shoulders reassuringly.

‘Well I can see why Craig picked you for this mission.’ she smirked. I looked at her as she said that and I furrowed my brow.

‘What is that supposed to mean?’ I asked quizzically

‘Oh nothing.’ she laughed

She started by putting my long luscious chocolate brown hair in rollers then moved on to my make-up matching it against my pale skin and emerald eyes whilst the rollers were in curling my hair. She then went over to the racks of clothing and pulled out a little black dress and said “yes, yes this will do it”. I turned to her to see what she was talking about and gasped at the tiny dress she had picked.

‘That is never going to fit my body!’ I said, shocked that she would pick something so short and tight for a mission.

‘Oh my dear Niki you have much still to learn’ she said patronizingly.

She hung it up and came back over to take the rollers out. She turned me back around to face the mirror casino oyna to let me see, I looked so different, so mature considering I’m eighteen but I have a baby face.

‘Today you have been assigned your first proper mission, so to speak. If you are successful you will graduate and become a full agent able to live out in the real world with your cover story of course.’ she smiled.

‘Get dressed and I will brief you on the mission.’ she said cheerfully and left me to get dressed.

I took my tank top off folding it up neatly as I placed it on the chair. Next my workout pants also sat folded onto the chair, I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself in my black bra and panties with my hair and make-up done. I realised all this was real. I was about to become an agent, all had to do was pass the test.

I called on Olivia to let her know I was ready and in came Craig, Lawrence and Olivia. I stood facing them in the little black dress which looked as if it was painted on. It had a plunging neck line and extremely short hem just covering my ass.

I got to pick the accessories so I chose diamond hoop earrings with a matching necklace which emphasized my 36C breasts as it fell between my cleavage, the same five inch black patent shoes as Olivia had on made me over six feet tall as I am five eight normally and a gray full length fur coat, since it was the middle of November.

Olivia smiled like the cat who had got the cream, I guess she was proud of me for choosing so well. Lawrence laughed and looked at Olivia both nodding to one another and Craig, well his jaw almost hit the floor.

‘You are ready’ Olivia and Lawrence both said at the same time. Craig still in shock was told to show me where to get provisions.

‘Come with me, Niki…’ he stammered

He took my hand and pulled me with him down the corridor into the service elevator to the basement, I had never been to the basement before it was authorised persons only.

The elevator opened to a storage room full of weaponry, guns, blades, grenades, FBI uniforms, police uniforms everything you needed to get into anywhere.

‘Take you pick Niki, what’s you poison?’ he asked sounding pissed off.

‘What is wrong with you?’ I asked concerned.

‘Nothing!’ he snapped at me.

I looked at him and shook my head and walked over to the blade section. I chose a samurai sword and a small dagger from the selection. I also took an automatic machine gun and a pistol with a silencer. I placed them in a duffel bag and put it on the floor next to the metal table.

‘I’m just worried about you Niki.’ he said as he grabbed my hands.

I’ll be fine don’t worry, if I’m in trouble you’ll come and rescue me I’m sure’ I smiled.

He sighed deeply and kissed me hard pushing me against the steel table in the middle of the room with my provisions underneath. He took my by such a surprise I grabbed his arm, twisting him and flipping him onto the concrete floor. I didn’t realise what I had done till it was over with and he was on laying on the concrete floor winded.

I rushed and kneeling down beside him, I kissed him to try and make up for throwing in down. He pulled me on top of him and let his hands roam my body, finally stopping at my ass. His fingertips touching the hem of the dress where it tucks under my ass cheeks. I straddled him and took a break for air.

‘I am soo sorry, Craig….I didn’t mean to…..’ I was saying sincerely until he put his finger to my lips.

‘At least you wont be taking unawares’ he smiled.

‘Well canlı casino I guess not.’ I smiled and returned to kiss him before we were interrupted by Lawrence who had watched the whole thing on CCTV cameras.

‘Enough Agents! You know the rules’ he shouted

I looked up and jumped up off of Craig and he stood beside me trying to be as professional as possible.

‘Sorry Sir’ we both said together.

‘Craig, leave us.’ he demanded.

Craig following orders left me with Lawrence in the basement.

‘Well done Niki, you passed the test. Craig was your test. I knew you two had/have feelings for each other and wanted to see if that would compromise you in anyway.’ he said smugly.

‘You are now an agent, I have a gift for you.’ he handed me keys.

‘Your new apartment and car.’ he smiled.

‘Oh one last thing, you can only be together once so make the most of it Agent.’ he laughed

‘Wait! This is all so much to take in. An apartment, car, agent, not being able to have a relationship.’ I tried to say without crying.

‘I never said you couldn’t have a relationship, just not with Craig. It would compromise you two.’ he said with sadness.

‘Just once?’ I said with a single tear falling from my eye.

Lawrence placed his hand on my cheek wiping away the tear, ‘yes my dearest Niki, just once.’

I picked up my duffel bag and went into the elevator to start my life as an agent, as a Female for Hire, for assassination that is.

**********

I met Craig at my new car, he had to show me where my apartment was. We arrived outside a very swanky apartment block, he took my duffel bag and my hand as we walked to the door. I put my key in the lock and I felt like I was lost, all I have known for the past two years is The Agency.

I walked inside and squeezed his hand, ‘I’m scared, Craig’. I let go of his hand and put the bag on the kitchen table.

‘Come with me’ he said. As he walked into another room, I followed behind him into what I realised was the bedroom.

He reached out to me and took my hand pulling me close to him, he leaned down and kissed me so softly on the lips just touching and no more. Moving slowly down I could smell his musky aftershave as he kissed and nibbled on my neck and ear lobes. His hands roamed across my shoulders as he pushed my coat to the floor, making their way down my back to my bubble butt.

I pushed his suit jacket off onto the floor behind him as I wrapped my arms around his neck so I could kiss him. We bumped heads as I tried to kiss him, this only made us want each other more.

We broke from our embrace to help each other undress, I turned and pulled my hair to the front so he could unzip my dress at the back for me. I slipped it off and stood in front of him in my matching black bra and panties with stockings and my five inch black shoes.

I walked back over to him and pulled on his tie, loosening it and then pulling it free. I wrapped it around my neck as I continued to undo the buttons on his shirt. I reached his trousers and placed my hand on his belt as he pulled me close, I could see the nervousness in his eyes. I put my lips only millimeters from his teasing him before I kissed him with a burst of passion.

I could taste the minty coolness of his breath as our tongues danced in each other mouths, I pushed him back making him fall onto the bed pulling me with him. I straddled him still kissing as we landed on the king-size bed together.

He broke for breath and stared deeply into my kaçak casino emerald eyes, i kissed down his neck to his chest, down his six pack to his trousers where I stopped, looking up at him. I undid his belt and unzipped his trousers when he grabbed my hands and pulled me up onto the bed.

‘Niki, I know. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, you know that right?’ he said sincerely as he looked at me.

‘What are you talking about Craig’ I said frustrated.

‘I know this is your first time’ he looked down as he said.

‘I want to, with you that is.’ I placed my hand on his.

He smiled and laid me down getting on top of me he kissed me hard working his way down to my bra, which he quickly undid and slowly removed. He stared at my breasts, slowly moved his mouth to one of my rose coloured nipples and was gently licking it. I thought to myself ‘oh my god that what this feels like!’.

He then started to suck on my nipples going back and afore between them, his hand always worked the one not being pleasured with his mouth. I was in heaven or so I thought.

I pushed his trousers off realising he had no underwear on, Craig stopped and looked at me asking if I was ok. I nodded even though I was so scared. He moved down my flat stomach to the top of my panties and hooked his fingers on the sides pulling them down slowly to reveal my smooth pink pussy, already glinting with dew, awaiting his cock.

He pushed my legs up onto his shoulders he stared up at me in-between looking at my dewy slit, ready to be plucked. He started by breathing deeply, inhaling my scent then he licked in long strokes over my sex and clit, making my shiver every time before working on my rosebud clit.

He placed his hand on my stomach as he continued to lick and suck on my clit, I could feel him rubbing his fingers along my slit and around my sex. He slid one finger inside me, it felt so tight but good at the same time until he hit my hymen. I gasped which made him jump, he stopped and pulled his finger out making his way back up to kiss me.

‘How do you want to do this Niki?’ he asked cautiously

‘I don’t know Craig, you’ll know better what’s best.’ I sighed

He laid me down on the bed gently and got between my legs, positioned himself so the swollen head of his seven inch cock was sitting just on my slit. I took a deep breath and nodded for him to enter me, the sear of pain surged through my body. I pushed my hands against his chest saying ‘Stop, stop, stop!’. He stopped inside me, letting me get used to the feeling of a cock inside me as tears fell from my eyes. Craig kissed my head and looked at me, waiting on me to let him know whether to continue or not.

I kissed him and told him to go slow. He pulled out slowly and entered me again, lubricated with my blood and dew. He began to get faster, the pain subsided and was replaced with a new feeling, a feeling a pleasure.

For the first time ever I was feeling the pleasures of sex. I got on top and started to ride Craig, I had never felt such lust as I craved for more of his cock to be inside me. He began to pound me hard. As our thrusts met each others hips it was like an explosion inside me as we climaxed together.

I fell on to the bed next to Craig. Exhausted and covered in each others sweat, he wrapped his arms around me and we drifted off together.

As we lay together sleeping my phone rang. It was The Agency and it went onto the answering machine, it was my first official job as ‘a female for hire’ on the books and it was going to be a tough one.

**********

That night was the night I lost my virginity to the only person I had ever truly loved, Craig. It felt like we were the Romeo and Juliet of The Agency, star crossed lovers, never to be.

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One Week with Esme, or

How Two Friends played Slave and Mistress for One Week and Became Better Friends, or

Just When You Think You Know Everything About Someone…

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Part One

Esme has done me a great service. She discovered the great regret in my life, for which I’d lose everything were someone important in my life to discover it. She not only did not tell that someone, who she knows well, she destroyed all evidence of my indiscretion and failure. She did this out of friendship and required of me only a single favor.

“Just one thing, dear, and we’re even. This other thing will not be part of our future, afterward.”

“Esme, of course, whatever you say. I’m just so relieved you’ve taken care of … it.”

“First you must consider my request, which is not made lightly or frivolously. Our friendship will be set aside while you meet my demands. You will be doing me as great a favor as I’ve done you, no, actually, much greater, but it will challenge our relationship.”

Now, dear Reader, you must understand that Esme and I are best friends. We share everything and we know each other intimately. Yes, we’ve made love, but she knows I really prefer men, or as she says it, ‘Men, and me.’ She doesn’t make a big deal about it and we’ve gone months without being ‘together’ as we call it. She always lets me introduce the topic and is patient with me and the best friend ever in any case. But our relationship counts physical intimacy as only a small part – we are girlfriends and have no secrets. We’ve felt each others’ tears on our cheeks many, many times and given solace and support in the worst of times.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. What could she possibly mean?

“I want you to work in my salon for one week. You’ll be the ‘extra’ girl.”

“You mean the one that sweeps and cleans and helps, hoping to learn the business and…”

“Yes. You know they never stay long. We don’t treat them well and it’s so easy to find new ones and, well, it’s just part of learning the salon business. You have to be the bitch, first…”

“Well, that seems a small favor, I mean, of course, I’ll do it, but I”m just curious…”

“Well, I haven’t told you everything, darling, of course,” her beautiful smile became evil.

I just stared at her. She is so imaginative.

Normally that is a good thing. In a hot tub, for instance, with all those cheerleaders…

“Pay attention. You know this is the week of that big golf tournament – all the big shots, celebrities, filthy rich men and women from around the world?”

Oh, dear.

“This started a few years ago. The extra girl was a cute little thing with really lovely curves and a saucy manner…during the tournament week, one of my wealthier clients made a special request. She ‘bought’ the extra girl and had her, exclusively, all week long. Nothing unpleasant, of course, and the sweet little thing found out she enjoyed the company of an attractive older women. She made quite a bit of money and finished college, all on that one week.”

“So, you want to sell me to some rich old woman?”

“No, no, dear, that would be much too easy. The woman’s friends found out and the demand quickly outstripped supply. I had to be creative and the tradition evolved…”

“Oh, dear.” Did I say that out loud?

“It became an … auction.”

“I see.” Unfortunately, I meant.

“You’ll have to work the week at the salon, disrobed.”

“While the ladies come to have their hair done.” Not a question.

“Yes, dear, and you’ll have to do your best to be attractive to the clients.”

“You mean, flirtatious? Sexy? Slutty?”

“Oh, no, darling, nothing so obvious. It’s not been my practice to tell the extra what she was doing until later in the week, so you have to pretend to be … natural, but naturally desirable.”

“I’m really not into the whole lesbian thing, Esme, you know that – what is a ‘lap dance’ for another woman?” That was kind of catty, I know, but … dear me.

“Now, dear, dear, don’t be upset. I’m sure you’ll do just fine. My serving for this year fell through at the last minute and you’ll be doing me the greatest of personal favors…”

This, or course, subtly brought the conversation back to my debt to her. Of course, but she was so sweet about it.

“I agree.” This with a sweet smile. I found myself actually curious about it. I get bored so easily.

Her surprise did not show as she smiled back at me. Normally, we would hug to show our relationship was not affected by something new. I think we both knew this one would be a challenge.

No hug.

Part Two

One Week in Her Service

I showed up at ten on Monday casino siteleri morning. Esme doesn’t take clients until noon and I had two hours to get ready. How long does it take to undress?

“Oh, hello, darling. You can change in the blue room.”

I went in and removed my clothing and hung everything in the closet. Esme’s salon is very upscale and includes a private dressing room and bathroom with shower for the stylists. The shower was big enough for two and frequently served that way since Esme maintained relationships with several of the ladies who worked for her – how they didn’t fight with each other all the time, I’ll never know, but Esme is a special lady. They all seemed to love each other and maintained boundaries that I never tumbled to in all the time I’d known her. All of them had done my hair and seemed not to resent my friendship with their boss, either. I paid the same rate as everyone and tipped well, too.

Esme walked in and appraised me in what seemed to be the manner of a cattleman eying his prize steer.

“Off with everything, dear, let me see what we have to work with.” The bitch, she already knew what I looked like. She’d licked most of it Saturday night two weeks ago. I slipped off my bra and panties and started to put my shoes back on.

“No, no, dear, I bought you some shoes to work in.”

They were six inch heels, of course. Beautiful, very expensive, but six inches tall. I looked at her painfully, anticipating my legs after eight hours in torture.

“Oh, well, I think you’re legs are so lovely that these will do, instead.” She presented me with some shorter heels which were probably what she had in mind from the beginning. We both knew it but we both smiled at each other. I slipped them on and admired my legs in the mirror.

My naked legs, and we both admired them. I turned and watched my girly parts jiggle and bounce.

Esme admired that, too.

Our smiles were icy.

“Hurry, dear, and I’ll show you your duties. Our first appointment will be here soon.”

We walked into the salon. The girls couldn’t suppress a giggle, but otherwise, it was just like they always had a naked ‘extra’ to sweep and pick up and run about, doing their bidding.

It seems the extra has to stop by each station and greet the stylist, giving them a kiss on the cheek at the beginning of the day. Then, she’d show me how she liked things arranged around her chair and give me any specific directions for her clients that day. If I was lucky, she’d let me know which ones might enjoy me staying close by, or to stand _there_, _just so_ and let the client admire my (boobs, butt, legs, feet, pussy, whatever, pick one) while I pretended not to notice. Sometimes, the client would whisper directions to the stylist which they would pass on to me. I could blush and then without seeming to comply, I’d do what they wanted – turn, jiggle, bend over (?), rub their feet, massage their calves, bend over so my breast caressed their arm, and so forth.

It was exhausting. I quickly got over my self consciousness and the stylists seemed to appreciate my helping generate the best tips of the year. I played a part of being in love with one of the shampoo girls, sneaking over for a quick kiss while one special client watched. The shampoo girl played along, slipping in a caress of varying intimacy while we smacked each others’ lips in full view of the client, pretending not to be watched while everyone in the shop pretended not to watch.

After the first two clients of the first day, Esme pulled me aside.

“You’re doing great, honey. The bidding has begun.”

“Is it okay for me to ask ‘how much’?”

“It’s okay to ask, but I won’t tell you. You’ll do better if you don’t know.”

“You mean, you’ve done this before?”

“I confess, you’re not the first person to help me out that knew about the intended arrangement. You are the first friend that’s helped me out.”

“Thanks, but I must ask this – why did you ask me? It’s just not — like you.”

“Thank you for saying that – it is not like me. You are not only my friend but you are my best friend. I think it’s time to fully confess. We have some time before the next client – would you like to put on a robe while we wait?”

It really didn’t matter, but I took the robe since she offered. It was gorgeous – pure silk, Asian, all floral and so forth. It actually looked very, very good on me. I also smiled at her – a friendly, loving smile.

She invited me into her office and had me sit down at her personal table where she did nails and had hers done. She looked deep into my eyes and i saw that she was actually frightened.

“I pay to have my shop here, you know.” canlı casino This was a fact, not asking me.

“Yes?”

“No, you don’t understand. I own the land and the building, but business here is controlled by very powerful organizations. For me to do business, I pay a portion to … certain interests.”

“You mean, like the mafia?”

“Well, it’s not exactly like that, but let’s say, yes. The problem is they want to move something else here. I can stay, but I have to make a one time payment to show my loyalty.”

“Well, what’s the matter? I know you must have the money, don’t you?”

“Of course, the money would be no problem, it’s just that if I paid, I’d have to keep paying. I need a special favor from a special client.”

“Do I want to know what that is?”

“You deserve to know. The special client has a very influential husband. He can have things done that aren’t available at any price.”

“Things like what?”

“Things like the destruction of an office building in a foreign country. On a given day, when no one but the targeted group will be present. In a way that only the single building will be utterly destroyed. All so that my ‘landlord’s’ competition will be set back in a way he finds very useful.”

“So how do I fit in?”

“The special client noticed you one day. You came by to bring me a package while she was in the chair. I don’t’ remember what you wore, but she described it to me exactly. She is an impetuous woman, who thinks she knows what she wants the moment she sees it. You, my dear, are it.”

Oh.

“So this is not really an auction.”

“It’ll seem like one – I’ll take their bids, but I know already who’s going to win. The others know what her husband does for a living so you have to charm them all. Keep it real. It’s working – the bids are over the top, so thank you. Just keep going. Forget the … stakes.”

“You really do trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes, I just had to tell you. You are very dear to me.”

“You deserve it, Esme. I owe you and of course I’ll do whatever I have to, now, more than ever.”

She rubbed my leg in a way she knows I love.

This time, we hugged.

Back to work.

Part Three

I Learn the Meaning of Real Wealth and Esme Laughs

So, I’m a lesbian whore, I guess. I just accepted it. I like playing roles and this was just one more. What woman hasn’t pretended? What woman doesn’t enjoy running around naked in front of a bunch of other women? There was the UPS guy – he got his eyes full, but everyone else, including me, pretended it wasn’t unusual at all. As he walked back to the truck, he had to hear the gales of laughter from inside. Then, he pretended not to notice.

The FedEx woman asked for my phone number. I gave her Esme’s card. I don’t know what she thought, but she laughed as she touched my palm.

The clients were a varied lot. They looked and some touched and I blushed and bent and jiggled and played along, flirting unconsciously with each of them while they had their hair done and their manicures and pedicures. One paid extra to have me give her the pedicure and the nail girl coached me through it. That wasn’t unusual for an ‘extra’, I guess, but I’ve never seen one nude before.

It gave her a great view, I guess. Esme said she had the highest bid so far.

I asked her what I was supposed to do for the one who’d ‘win’ me.

“You’ll just do what comes naturally. She won’t be crude or coarse, like you are some piece of meat she’s bought. She’ll seduce you and I’m sure you’ll just seduce her right back. She’s a bit older than me, but she has the money to keep herself in great shape and she is very beautiful. I think you’ll find her charming and lovely and enjoyable to be with…”

“So, based on what we’ve done together…”

“I’m sure she’ll teach you something new. She is a woman of the world and I happen to know she was trained before she married.”

“Trained?”

“Darling, in the best families, tutoring in the arts of love is hardly anything special. She was taught by someone very special how to do what most of us have to learn by making mistakes. Since then, she has indulged herself enough to grow that knowledge. I’m sure you’ll be … pleasantly surprised.”

“What’s her husband think about all her ‘broadening’?”

“He’s greatly rewarded by her talents. He wouldn’t have it any other way. All his friends are very jealous, and wish they could trade places with him. He shares with them, just enough to make them jealous. You must understand – one weekend of her attentions and he’s …”

“Wanting another weekend?”

She laughed, “Yes, you understand.”

“Esme, she can’t know more kaçak casino than…you.”

“She can and she does. You’ll have things to teach me…” she looked up, alarmed.

“If we become friends again?”

She sniffed, “Yes, if you can …forgive me.” Her eyes, so moist, gazed into mine.

“I’d be furious if you hadn’t asked me. I understand how hard it was to ask me.”

“I didn’t really ask, though…” she smiled.

“You didn’t, did you? I know how you’re going to pay me back.” I smiled back.

We were co-conspirators.

Friends, again.

Part Four

Belly Lick is not just the title of a Song

She’s gorgeous.

She’s blonde. All over.

Firm. Supple.

She smells wonderful. I think it’s herbal, something she eats.

I thought she’d be … older.

If there’s something loose on her, I haven’t found it.

Believe me, I’ve looked.

She was so slick. I didn’t know we’d started and we were in the middle of something that would get you arrested in South Carolina not twenty years ago. I was panting, aching for release, but not wanting anything to change and damn, had we even kissed, yet? Oh, baby, baby, baby…

Is that her finger? I didn’t think … and she’s doing it with both hands?

She pauses, “Close your eyes and I’ll…”

I close and feel her lips on my neck, my chest, I feel her hands on my bottom and oh, my nipple…my nipple…gentle suction and how does she reach my…

Her eyes are green, so green, I’ll never forget the color…and I’m coming. Damn, where did that come from? Women don’t work that way, do they? I’m peaking, again, again, not there, not…

I wake.

“You’ve been asleep for a while. It’s good. You’re relaxed. There’s something I want to do while you’re still bound to the bed frame.”

I struggle. When did she tie me?

“You’re so beautiful. Do not talk. I want you to listen. You’re so beautiful when you listen. I can tell. You’re lips so full, so lush. They’ll learn to please every part of me before you sleep again.”

I start to drift off. So…sleepy.

Something slashes across my tummy. I spasm, the pain sharp, then ends.

“Sorry, dear, there won’t be a mark. I won’t do it again, either. You’ll thank me for waking you.”

A most feminine bottom presents itself to my lush lips.

“Now, lick. I’ll teach you how.”

I lick and lick, try to …

Her lips reward me as I’m doing what she wants. I rise in pleasure at her touch. No hands, just her lips on me. I lick, touch, round, round.

Her tongue penetrates, so firmly, and I follow along. Sweet, sweet music – the cellist and violinist will join us on the bed after a few more songs. She remains in charge, kissing so sweetly, her directions so sure…

Pleasure for pleasure.

(Oh, thank you, Esme, thank you.)

Part Five

A Gift Makes Us Friends for Life

How can a week seem a year? When you do not sleep. When your waking hours are filled with pleasures never imagined, with delights ever sweet, with pauses at each of the infinite stages of pleasure, say, halfway there – I’ve been to the end so many times, I know what halfway is, now, and I know it well – she takes me there and holds me on and on and on, laughing at my frustration, my fingertips quivering on her lovely warm skin, then she slides me up and down the scale, making me watch, the finality of release hers and hers alone to give, then she teaches me to play her the same way and we try to match real music with each others’ bodies.

Finality teases, beckons, waves from a distance.

One flick of her hand and I’m there.

When I wake, she teaches me to do it to her. I slash her tummy and she comes and comes.

There are prizes for pleasing each other. She introduces me to her husband, a lovely man with talents all his own and makes him show me something she swears only three men alive today can do to a woman.

I have to believe her. It was unusual.

I do not want it to end. There is no love, that is unstated but understood from the beginning.

Just pleasure. Mountains of it, rendered in a way that’s never tiring.

It goes by in the blink of an eye.

She convinces me I’ve given her something special, too, something she’ll remember.

“Teach it to Esme,” she says.

Oh, yes, she gives me back to Esme.

“My husband and I have decided to renew our vows and remain faithful to one another for a time. I’m sorry, dear, but our pleasure is at an end.”

She not only paid my mortgage off, she gave me a piece of the bank.

They call me, “Ma’am”, now, when I come in for a board meeting.

Esme welcomed me back and I tied her down and tickled her for an hour.

She hates that.

To make me quit, she promised to do my nails every week for a year.

Herself.

I think she likes to do them.

She likes my tips even more.

Belly lick.

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