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She was black. An incredible shade of black I was not accustomed to seeing in any social or business setting. Not chocolate. Not cafŽ au lait. Not the mahogany of the professional models who grace the covers of Ebony or Elle or even Vogue, but a rich, deep, dark, ebony hue that this old man’s eyes had never had the pleasure of appreciating in the flesh, so to speak.As she paced back and forth in front of the assembled conference participants, cordless microphone in one hand, the lighting often cast her skin color into the blue-black indigo range of the spectrum. She was extraordinary in her carriage as well. She was not a tall woman; but she was a big woman, perhaps only 5′ 5″ tall and most likely 145-150 lbs. She was purposeful in her movements and let everyone in the assembled group know that she was a force to be reckoned with.

Her most incredibly attractive feature was her hair - long, inordinately long, jet black and brilliantly lustrous in the overhead lighting. Her entire face was set in an inky frame that solidified the idea in my mind that this was a hugely sexual being. A thin sheen of - of what? Perspiration? Natural skin oils? Whatever it actually was, it turned her skin into a shiny obsidian that reflected the light from the small spotlights in the ceiling directly back into my eyes and stunned me with a smothering effect.

I stiffened at my table as her eyes found mine, locked for a second, then moved on to another target around the room. Had there been a moment of recognition there? A moment of communication? I felt it; but I did not understand it.

My reason for being here in suburban Philadelphia at a conference of advisers and counselors from colleges and universities in the eastern part of the state was simple: I intended to get laid; again. Let me digress a bit here, dear reader. Approximately nine months ago I attended a similar conference in Hershey, Pennsylvania and met an incredible woman with whom I enjoyed an afternoon and an evening of truly romantic passion. For some reason, our goals at that very moment meshed so that both of us attributed the electric charge that surged through us when we were first introduced, as a sign that something else - something much more definitive - was about to take place in our commingled lives.

We learned about each other during a long, luncheon discussion. We learned that we were both married to partners who no longer cared for the physical side of a relationship and had supplanted that factor with other things - in my wife’s case, the spiritual life of a fundamentalist church group, in her husband’s case, an overwhelming vicarious experience in watching sports of any and all kinds. We looked at each other quite naively and expected that we would feel something and walk away from it at the end of the day. How wrong we were!

Our afternoon and evening were spent in a romantic hotel room with snacks and treats and an unbelievable marathon of sexual tenderness. She very quickly accepted the fact that at my age, actual intercourse was a sidelight to the big event and relaxed into a receiver’s role to my repeated onslaughts of oral attention. This, for some odd reason, had become an honest-to-God fetish with me over the past ten years or so. I find that I much prefer to ravish a woman orally - repeatedly - than to engage in any form of genital copulation that would be less than satisfactory to her. After a few polite protests, she understood that I could be fulfilled emotionally by providing her repeated peaks and valleys of delicious orgasm with fingers, thumbs, lips, teeth and tongue. It became evident that she was enthralled with the idea that she could take all she wanted from the afternoon and not be fearful of having let her partner down in her part of the bargain.

A sigh escaped her as she spread her legs even wider to ease my cock

inside her butthole.  So very, very tight.  I started to push my hips up

toward her, but she lifted herself up quickly.  My cock throbbed at the

sudden removal, and I thought all was lost. 

She turned around, shaking her head.  Damn it if her tits were still

covered.  I let my eyes wander down to her pubic area instead, hoping to

drink in as much as I could before it was over.  One hand moved down yet

again, through her short and curlies toward her sex.  She stared

disapprovingly at me while she rubbed her clit back and forth.  I

couldn’t take my eyes off her cunt.  I knew if I spoke, I’d only make

things worse, and some hope within bubbled that maybe she’d give me one

last chance.  She did.

Her finger came away wetly from her pussy, and she pursed her lips to

suck it dry.  She reached behind her to refasten her bra.  I thought it

was lost until she straddled my legs.  Her hands pushed against my

shoulders, letting me know my interference wouldn’t be tolerated.  She

unstraddled me and began to rub her pelvis against my shirt.  She marked

me like some animal, spreading her sex scent all over my clothing. 

Those covered tits taunted me, moving up and down and jiggling with her

every motion.  Never close enough to my mouth, always out of reach.

She leaned forward to lick the tip of my nose, lowering herself slowly. 

Her aim was perfect, and I felt those puffed pussy lips against my cock. 

I wanted so much to just thrust up and fuck her until those teasing

white globes bounced free and clear in all their glory.  I resisted the

urge as soon as it came.  I didn’t have to wait long.  She dropped

herself the rest of the way quickly, impaling herself on my shaft.  She

had a cunt men dream of - tight, soft and juicy.  She grinned at me, and

began to flex her pussy muscles.  The sensation was amazing, squeezing

and releasing me within her.

Her hands released my shoulders, but I knew that it wasn’t a freedom. 

They moved to cup her breasts, squeezing in time to her pussy flexing. 

I watched her, dazed by the feelings this gave me.  She started to rock

back and forth, rubbing my cock against her clit.  A long sigh came out

of each of our mouths.

The flexing slowed, but I didn’t have time to mourn the loss as she

lifted up off of my rod just to the head.  Her hands returned to my

shoulders to keep her balance, then plunged herself down on me once more

deep inside her box.  Just as she fully engulfed my cock, she bounced

back up.  I felt her flushed labia rub every inch of my manhood on the

way off, then again on the way back down.

Through the pleasure of her bouncing fuck, I felt her unbuttoning my

shirt. Why now? Her nails dragging down my chest served as my answer,

matching the light pain of her scratches to the heady pleasure in my

groin.  Through the haze of my ecstasy I heard little whimpering sounds

from deep inside her throat, her chest getting flushed down to the edge

of her tenacious bra.

A quivering overtook her body, but she never let up her full-cock fuck. 

In fact, she rode me all the harder through her body-shaking orgasm. I

thought I would never come, with this orgasming body of pure sex not

bringing me over the edge.  She refused to accept it, though, rocking

her hips back and forth as she bounced up and down.  Those tits began to

come oh-so-close to my face.  With a final sigh her orgasm ended, my

cock well-oiled and being rammed like a piston.

Her hands moved up my chest to my neck, then up to hold my head between. 

I could tell she wanted me to come - I’ve never been fucked with such

abandon before.  It surprised me, too.  I’ve never been in the business

of unusual staying power.  Perhaps she realized that the best fuck in my

life wasn’t getting me off, giving me an indulgent smile above those

heaving mounds.

Her hands moved away from my chest, and behind her back.  I heard the

clip snap, and she shrugged her shoulders to let her bra-straps fall

down her arms on a particularly rough penetration of her cunt.  Arms

crossed once more, but not to hide.  The smile turned to a grin and she

pulled the bra free.

Oh, the glory of those mounds of white, the sexiness of the erect

nipples reaching forward from the brown areola, the lust of their

bouncing and jiggling in time to our coupling.  They filled my sight,

and I drank those beautiful tits like a boy thumbing his first Playboy. 

She cupped them like I wanted my own hands to, pinching and tugging the

tips.  I felt the pressure build once more, and I knew this was all I

needed.

She pushed her hands roughly back against my shoulders, forcing me

against the couch as she arched her back sharply.  Her heavenly curves

thrust upwards, a range made of two snowy mountains.  Her fucking

reached a fevered pitch, and I knew she was going to come again as the

first squirt of jism flooded her vaginal canal.  She rode me even

harder, if that was possible, moaning as her own climax overtook her.

It didn’t let up until we were both finished, and she gave me a final

squeeze of her inner muscles.  With a smile, she said, “Thanks.”  She

lifted herself off of me, with a soft squelching noise.  Winking, she

picked up her clothing and got dressed, apparently not caring about our

mixture of juices between her legs.

She walked toward the door, and I could only watch her with heavy

breathing.  A business card flicked out and landed on the table next to

my door.  Without another word, she left my room.

Confident that I wasn’t going to try to interfere again, she pulled by

clothing further down my legs to my ankles and pushed my legs further

apart.  Her free hand slid between my legs, and under my cock and going

further.  She massaged the soft flesh on her way under my ass.  Perhaps

it wasn’t such a surprise when her finger began to rub my anus in time

to her oral ministrations.  The hand stroking my shaft pushed against my

pelvis as her mouth took over the job of working the length of my

manhood.

I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, and when she pushed her finger into

my ass, I felt the pressure building.  I couldn’t stop from growling low

in my throat as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth faster

and faster.  She was enjoying this, swallowing more dick as she shoved

her finger up my rear, then pulling both out just as quickly.  And still

I tried to see her tits falling free, with no luck.  The strain was too

much, and I began to spurt into her greedy mouth.  She sucked with all

her might, drinking my come as she finger-fucked my ass with abandon.  I

was groaning loudly, my voice echoing back to me from the walls.  Damn,

she was good.  She kept sucking, stroking and ass-fingering long after I

had finished coming.

Finally, she stopped.  She kept my softening cock in her mouth, gently

playing with it with her tongue.  She toyed with it for a long while,

letting me recover by breath as she softly sucked and caressed.  I felt

myself growing hard again.

I thought she would suck me off again, but as my hardness grew, she let

it fall out of her mouth with a parting lick to the tip.  She sat up,

and damn it if her bra still refused to show me even a hint of nipple. 

She raised her eyebrows, watching my face again.  I watched her tongue

run over her full pink lips.  And then she stood and turned around.

It nearly drove me insane to see her bare back, no bra hindering my

view.  She looked over her shoulder at me and moved her hands to her

hips.  Those hands moved so slowly, rolling her panties down to expose

her rounded ass.  She leaned forward with arched back as the damp

underwear fell to the ground.  Her ass was so perfect, a pair of white

moons staring me in the face.  I could only admire this rounded sign of

divinity for so long, as my eyes were drawn between them.  Her juices

glistened on the sweetest pair of pussy lips I had ever laid eyes on. 

She leaned forward even more, thrusting her womanhood back toward me

with legs spread.

I wanted so badly to dive my face into that jar of honey, but I knew

she wouldn’t go any further if I disobeyed her command.  I could only

watch as one arm held her bra against her chest and the other emerged

between her legs from the other side.  Her fingers rubbed along her

labia, spreading them wide and letting me see the bright pink secrets

within.  Inside went her middle finger to the second knuckle, then

pulled out again before repeating.  A poor second to my cock, I thought,

but at least it was allowed within that tight hole.

She masturbated for what felt like hours, though I know it could be

minutes at most.  That cunt almost shone with the juices that coated it. 

She took her finger out, and massaged her sex to spread the lubrication

all over and inside her thighs.  I needed so badly to be inside her

again, I could feel pre-come beading on the tip of my cock.  She must

have sensed it, because she stepped backwards and sat down on the edge

of my thighs.

Her soft and smooth ass was a contrast to the hair on my legs as it

slid backwards along my thighs and against my dick.  Her arms crossed

over her chest, determined not to let me see those tits.  But that

thought was fleeting as she began rubbing her round butt against me. 

Man, I wanted to be inside her so badly.  She lifted herself up over my

cock. Did she aim incorrectly or not?  I don’t know, but my head pushed

against the tighter of her two holes.  I hadn’t expected an ass-fuck

from her, but I sure wasn’t going to complain.

I didn’t think she could arch her back any further while standing, but

I was wrong.  Arms crossed across to pull the blouse up and off,

exposing the mounds of flesh barely being supported by white satin.  She

was already aroused, the mountains capped with hardened pearls.  With a

zip, her skirt followed the pattern of her other clothing, falling to

the floor.

She took a step forward, and I shifted in my seat.  Seeing her in only

high heels, bra and panties was making my underwear uncomfortable.  Her

fingers traced lightly along her white flesh, exploring her body like a

virgin in the throes of puberty.  Palms cupped over her breasts, before

one hand moved down her tummy.  She still refused to look away from me

as her hand slid under the edge of her panties.  Slowly she bent her

knees a little, spreading her legs.  I could see her index finger slide

up and down between them.  She bit her lower lip.

It took all of my self-control not to get up and fuck her right there,

but I followed her instructions to stay put.  Her other hand was

massaging her left tit through the satin, while she diddled away beneath

her panties.  The fabric of her underwear was darkening from her juices. 

She kept up for a long while, driving me nuts.  I could hear her breath

coming labored as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

It didn’t fall off her chest, though.  Smiling, she stopped fingering

her slit and stepped forward, close enough for me to touch.  Knowing my

temptation, she wagged the naughty finger in front of me, the light

playing off the sheen of her natural lubrication.  She threw me a bone,

however, and pressed the finger against my lips, then between them.  I

licked the tip of that finger, savoring the sweet taste with eyes

closed.  Just as quickly, it was gone and she had straightened. 

Belatedly, I realized I had missed my chance to peek underneath that

loose pair of satin cups.

My wait wasn’t long, because she knelt down in front of me, pushing my

legs apart.  Her hands rubbed roughly against my legs moving up from my

knees toward my waist.  It was all I could do not to come right then. 

Hands moved to the zipper of my slacks, yanking it down.  She tugged

hard, and my cock came free of clothing as they were pulled down to

mid-thigh.  I guess she didn’t mind I lifted my hips to help.  Her smile

then was the broadest yet, as I looked down past it toward those

protruding globes.  Oh, the agony of just small coverings of fabric.

She didn’t waste much time, and I felt her sticky finger on the tip of

my rod before the rest of her naughty companions wrapped around the

shaft.  The hand worked down me, pulling the foreskin tight.  And then,

the sweet kiss of those lips.  She took the head into her mouth, laving

it with her tongue.  The sucking began, and I thought I was going to

pass out in ecstasy.  Suck and release, suck and release - timed to long

strokes up and down my shaft.  I moved my hand to hold her head, and she

slapped it down.  Teeth pressed against by dick, and I learned my lesson

quickly.

I was never one for drinking on a business trip, but after ten hours of

listening to the benefits of extruded plastic, I needed to unwind.  The

convention hotel had a bar on the bottom floor.  It was one of those

places that are built for drinking and meeting, not for any kind of view

or gimmick menus.

It wasn’t full of people yet, but it wasn’t exactly empty.  I found

myself a place at the bar, ordered myself something watered down and

settled down for an hour of no brain activity.

That’s probably why I almost fell off the stool, startled, when she

asked me what I was drinking.

I turned around with a small smile in the voice’s direction, growing a

little as I took her in.  Man, she was gorgeous.  The classical

hourglass form covered in a smart skirt suit, her brown hair clasped in

a bun on the top.  Eyes you could stare into for hours.  I felt myself

doing just that, self-conscious as she waited for my answer.  I told her

what I had, and she ordered the same from the bartender.

I’m not ugly, but neither am I a ‘hunk’.  It felt good having a woman

approach me in a bar.  We talked about plastics, laughed together about

the foibles of some of the presenters, and shared trivialities.  I

glanced at the clock.  It was two hours since I walked in, and it felt

like two minutes.  But tomorrow’s day was going to be another long one.

I finished off my drink, and smiled apologetically in preparation to

make my departure.  Instead, she said she had some samples she wanted me

to look over, and wouldn’t it be quieter somewhere else - my room,

perhaps?

Yeah right.  Like I was going to say no.

I paid both of our bar tabs and led the way back to the elevators and

my room.  One good thing about my company, they’re willing to spring for

comfort.  I had a small suite all to myself, a sitting room branched off

the bedroom.  I let her in, and mixed up something light at the wet bar

after dropping my tie and jacket on the bed.

About that time, I realized that she hadn’t brought anything up with

her besides her purse.  So much for looking at samples.  We talked some

more, about nothing in particular, and we moved into the sitting room. 

Placing her drink on the table, she looked at me for a long time with a

sly smile, not talking.  I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but I

didn’t have to wait long to find out.

She sat me down on the couch, telling me to not move unless she moved

me or told me to.  Not sure where this was leading, I said I would. 

With a coy smile, she moved away from me.

She stood before me in a skirt suit and silk blouse with a sultry look

on her face.  Her hands went to the buttons on her jacket, and slowly

unbuttoned them one by one. She never once took her eyes from my face. 

I remained where I was sitting on the couch.

She pulled the jacket open as she arched her back.  The jacket slid off

her shoulders and to the ground as her chest pushed forward.  Hands

reached up to unfasten her bun, and with a slow head shake freed her

long brown hair.  The clasp joined her jacket.  Not one word was spoken

as she tugged the blouse out of her skirt.

He lay down beside her and started nuzzling her neck, but her

mind was still on the letter.

“Are you hungry?” she asked.

“Yes, a bit.”

“Would you get me something?  I’m famished.”

“I’m not surprised.  That was really something this morning.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.  I certainly did.  But right now

I really need a coffee and a bacon sandwich.”

“Certainly. What madam wants madam shall have.” He leant over and

kissed her full on the lips, then left the room.

To her relief, he left his jacket. She hesitated for a moment,

then swiftly pulled out the envelope. Surely it would offer some

clue to Jaspar’s identity.  Unfolding the thick creamy paper, she

read.

Dear Jaspar,

Thank you for your postcard.  Byron Bay sounds like an

interesting place but I fear that the drugs that you are smoking

have addled your brain.  Unfortunately, I must decline your

request to lend you ten thousand pounds.  I can’t imagine what

you need it for.  Surely you haven’t spent your inheritance

already?  If you have squandered your father’s money within six

months you have only yourself to blame.  May I suggest that you

get yourself a job?  I hope that the prospect of working will not

prove to be too much of a shock to the system.

John

That Jaspar had money worries came as no surprise to Chloe, but

what really interested her about the letter was the fact that

Jaspar’s uncle worked at this firm. To her great shame, she had

not yet managed to secure a position, although a small firm in

Oxford had asked her to contact them when she returned.  She

would have to start the long climb to the top from there.

Folding the letter, she carefully slid it back into the envelope,

placed it in the jacket and waited for Jaspar to return.

That evening, after spending the day together, they lay on the

beach, looking up at the stars.  She could sense that Jaspar’s

mind was full of his own problems but she didn’t want to pry. She

wanted to keep things casual.  Soon they would go their separate

ways, and she sensed that getting involved with Jaspar could only

spell trouble.

She was lying across his chest as he lay sprawled out on the

white sand, running his fingers through her hair.

“I’ll have to be going tomorrow.”

“Where to?”

“I can’t really say.”

“What’s the big secret?”  He continued to run his fingers along

her scalp, but then abruptly he yanked a lock of her hair. “Ow!”

He continued to tug at her hair so she shook him free, and sat

up.  “What the hell was that for?”

“For being nosey.”

“Are you crazy?” She rubbed her head. Suddenly she was glad that

he was leaving.  He was definitely a little unhinged. “I only

asked.”

“I’ll ask the questions if you don’t mind.”

There was an awkward silence.

“What do you do back in England?”

“I’ve just finished law school.  When I get back I need to find a

job as a trainee solicitor.”

“Nothing lined up?”

“Nothing worth talking about,” she said sulkily.

He became silent.  Chloe turned and looked down at him

quizzically.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.  I was just thinking.”  He took another moment to

process a thought.  “I know someone who works at Clancy and

Durham, my uncle.”

“Really!” she said with commendable deceit.  “They’re in a league

of their own.”

“Yeah? He’s the big boss man.  Heads the Corporate Litigation

Department.  How about I put in a good word for you?”

“Oh, I don’t know if I’d fit in at a place like that,” she said,

turning away.  Now that the possibility of getting a job there

had suddenly presented itself she started to feel anxious.  Would

she fit in?

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

“Well, I don’t know, they’ve probably filled all the trainee

solicitors positions by now, but I’d be happy to start as a

paralegal.”

“Well, I’ll see what I can do.  My sister Felicity works there as

a paralegal.  She’s been there for a year now.  But like you,

she’s desperate to become a solicitor.”

“If you’re sure you don’t mind. That would be great.”

“No problem. I’ll phone him as soon as it’s nine am in London.”

She buried her head in his neck, murmuring, “Thank you Jaspar,

thank you.”

A wave of optimism flooded through her.  Suddenly all her doubts

left her.  She would make it as a solicitor, that she was sure of.

“Oh, you bastard,” she said, in mock anger.  She no longer cared

how she had got here, only that she was here on the verge of him

taking her. She moved her legs so that they hooked over his

shoulders.  With a jolt he entered her fully, with such force

that her breasts quivered.  She cried out at the ferocity of his

entrance.  It felt good to be filled up so completely.  With

every thrust he drove into her lubricated tunnel, the head of his

cock hitting the neck of her womb.  She looked up at him.  His

eyes were closed, perspiration forming on his forehead, as he

ploughed into her.  Ripples of pleasure coursed through her as

she spasmed around his bone-hard cock.  The waves of her climax

continued to run through her as he jerked inside her, still

pounding her, letting out a loud cry as she felt him ejaculate

deep within her.

Afterwards she felt a warm glow settle on her body as she lay

face down on the bed.  The sun was still streaming through the

window.  She should get up, but not just yet.  She could sense

that he was becoming restless beside her. He started to slip on

some shorts and a T-shirt.  Was he trying to run out on her

already? she thought apprehensively.

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry.  I’m just off to try and find the toilet.”

When he left she lazily rolled over onto her back.  She needed to

know something about him.  If there really were some people

following him, might she also be in danger? Suddenly a pale shape

registered at the edge of her vision.  Rolling onto one side she

propped herself up on her elbow to get a better look at what had

caught her eye.  She could just make out the tip of an envelope

protruding from his jacket pocket.  She guessed that she had been

too hungover to notice it earlier.  She was not in the habit of

reading other people’s letters, but its lure was too powerful to

resist.

She got out of bed and pulled it out, rationalizing that it was

her only means of getting some answers.

The back of the envelope had deeply embossed letters spelling out

Clancy and Durham, a name far from unfamiliar to her.  Clancy and

Durham were in a league of their own, one of the most reputable

law firms in London.  A firm that was completely out of her

reach, she thought with some bitterness.  She had worked hard at

university, harder than many of her colleagues.  She had applied

to many firms but had pinned her hopes on getting a contract at

one of the big ones in the City.  So far she had been

unsuccessful.  Knowing that the competition for these places was

very fierce was no compensation.

She held the envelope in her hand, wondering whether she had the

courage to draw out its contents.

She heard his footsteps return, and as he turned the handle she

quickly stuffed the envelope back into his pocket and just made

it back into the bed as he entered the room.

“Oh, you do exaggerate, Chloe.  A few beers, a couple of

whiskies.  You were perfectly lucid.”

While they were talking he had edged himself forward on the bed,

so that again she could feel his erect cock brushing against her

pubic hair.  His body emanated heat, a heat that was causing

thoughts to swirl and collide in her head.  She was confused and

unsure what to believe about him.  He was dangerous, she sensed

that, but he was also a puzzle that Chloe was determined to get

to the bottom of.  If only she could recall the night’s events

more fully.

She swept her long blonde hair away from her forehead, which was

damp with perspiration, the movement causing the sheet to fall

away revealing her full breasts, tanned to a golden brown and

scattered with freckles in the hollow between them.  She reached

down to pull up the sheet but he gently pushed it away again.

“I just can’t remember.  What did we do exactly?” she murmured.

His gaze had moved from her large gray-green eyes, skimming over

her delicate nose, her mouth with its full lower lip and had

finally come to rest on her breasts, scrutinizing her nipples

which tingled and hardened under his gaze.

“When I see those the memories come flooding back to me.”  He

paused as if chewing over a thought.  “Look, why waste time with

me giving you a detailed account of what happened last night.”

“Well, what do you suggest?” she asked coquettishly.

“Well, how about I show you?”

She started to laugh.  It was a very tempting offer.  “I just

don’t know if it would be….”

“What?  Appropriate?  You’re an English girl a million miles away

from home.  Who’s going to know what you get up to?”

She relaxed.  He was right of course.  This was her last taste of

freedom before settling down to her career.  And since they had

done it last night, it seemed churlish to object now.  Anyway,

she had always found that sex in the morning cured a hangover.

All her objections melted away as she felt her nipple slip into

his mouth. His stubble rubbed against the areole, its

abrasiveness strangely arousing as he sucked hard on her erect

nipple. With his hand he rolled the other nipple between his

fingers, sending sharp arrows of pleasure across her breasts.

Then he took it in his mouth, moving his tongue back and forth

across its sensitive tip, causing Chloe to moan with the almost

unbearable pleasure.  Then he started attacking her breasts with

small bites, as Chloe arched her back, surprised but enjoying his

forceful handling of the situation.

She hadn’t experienced such driven male energy in a long time. He

was stoked up, and his fiery passion bubbled under the surface,

desperate for release.  Her pussy grew hot as the juices began to

flow.  His mouth moved down her body, slowly, tantalizingly

biting the taut flesh of her stomach and moving down, inch by

inch to the wispy blonde hair that covered her mound.

Instinctively her thighs opened, ready for him.  He paused for a

moment and she felt a flutter of self-consciousness as she

thought of him scrutinizing her pussy.  He pulled back her labia

and began to lick back and forth along the opening, drinking in

her musky juices.  Every time his tongue reached the top of her

slit it brushed casually across her clit, creating rampant pulses

of pleasure.

Finally, his tongue settled on the swollen bud, dragging it

gently from side to side. She gasped in delight as he abruptly

entered her with his two fingers, driving her back on the bed as

she squirmed against his hand.  As he thrust his fingers deep

within her tight tunnel while continuing to torment her clit she

began to buck against his mouth, so urgent was her need for

release from this build up of exquisite pleasure.  She reached

her climax gradually, one peak of pleasure more heightened than

the last until finally she felt herself flung into darkness,

spasming wildly while cross-currents of pleasure coursed from

deep within her with an intensity that she had never experienced

before.

As she lay panting, he kissed her hard, his tongue probing for

hers, tasting herself on his tongue.  His stubble was rubbing

against the sensitized skin around her mouth, stoking up the heat

between them a further notch.  Pulling away from him she slid

down his hard body to his cock that had so delightfully awoken

her that morning.  As he lay on his back she gazed down at it,

then reached to touch it.  It was impressive in length and girth.

At that moment she felt an urgent stirring within her pussy.

After the impressive way he had made her climax with his hand she

felt sure he would be equally talented when he fucked her. She

took the head in her mouth while sheathing his foreskin back and

forth.  Circling the shaft tightly with her hand to prevent the

whole of its impressive length from entering, she took more of it

into her mouth, moving deliciously along its length and tasting

the stirrings of his arousal, which was leaking from the tip.

She was lost in her sensual activity when he pushed her gently

away so that she was now on her back, her hair wildly tangled

around her flushed face.  He eased himself on top of her, and,

holding her thighs wide open, began to push his cock into her

entrance.  He moved back and forth, at first with very shallow

thrusts of his cock until she again began to moan and grab at his

shoulders, wanting him deeper inside her.  He stopped for a

moment, bent down to her ear and whispered.

“Shall I let you into a little secret?  We didn’t do anything

last night.  I remember everything perfectly.  I wanted to, but

you just passed out on the bed.  So I had to store up all my

energy until now, our first time.  But it was certainly worth

it!”

He started to butt his cock into her vagina, a little deeper this

time.

Chloe awoke.  There was someone in bed with her.  She blinked her

eyes against the piercing sunlight that was flooding the room.

The realization struck her that something hard was pressing

between the cheeks of her bare bottom.  It continued to probe.

Chloe gasped; no mistaking what it was; and it was causing

exquisite sensations.

She scanned the room for clues to his identity and took in her

discarded clothes along with an unfamiliar denim jacket. Her head

pounded with the after effects of too much drink. In her dreamy,

hungover state she felt the stirrings of arousal. Something was

holding her back from doing the sensible thing, to turn round and

discover his identity. Behind her she heard the steady breathing

of a man who was still asleep. That would buy her some time until

she decided what to do.

While waiting for the stranger to awaken she pieced together

yesterday’s memories. Since finishing law school two months ago

she had been touring around Australia. She had taken the ten-hour

bus journey yesterday, from Sydney to Byron Bay, the notorious

hippy resort on the east coast. Yes, she remembered now, getting

off the bus in the evening. Sweaty and tired she had made her way

to the nearest bar. And then? Images floated into focus, it was

coming back to her, gradually now.  Her eyes felt dry and she was

in dire need of a coffee. She had met a man, an English man, they

had had several drinks. He had been amusing, with a dry sense of

humor. And then?  Had they made love? Chloe had not the faintest

recollection of that occurring.  With a sense of dread she hoped

that they had not. It was not something she was in the habit of

doing, sleeping with strange men the first night she met them.

His cock was still pressing into her, lower now, just skimming

over her labia.  She bit her lip as a little tremor ran through

her.  It was this pleasant pressure, she realized, that was

making her reluctant to turn to face him.  An image was forming

in her mind, of the man she had spent the evening with, handsome,

with dark hair.  A snatch of conversation floated into her mind.

“They’re after me, I know it.” he’d said.  “They’ve followed me

from London.  I chose this place because it’s completely off the

beaten track, just surfers and new agers, and still they find

me.”  She must have looked puzzled because he had continued. “I

saw the two of them, waiting for me outside my hotel in a car.

Now, everywhere I look I see them.  They’re tailing me.  Guess

it’s time to move on.”

She tried to make sense of it all as she stared at the blank,

functional walls of the room.  She could hear the splash of the

swimming pool beyond the window.  She barely remembered booking

herself into this place, which from the look of it was a youth

hostel.

Behind her he started to murmur, beginning the slow journey from

sleep to consciousness.  Reluctantly, she turned towards him. He

was lying with his head along one luxuriously outstretched arm.

Her eyes took in the curve of his biceps, then ran down to his

bronzed chest, firmly muscled, broad and hairless and very

provocative. It was an enormous relief to find that he was so

good looking.

Her anxiety now dissolved, she desperately wanted to touch him.

When he opened his eyes she was lying only centimeters away. They

were a clear, piercing blue, fringed with black lashes. Blinking,

he focused on her.  He rubbed his square chin, covered in

stubble, and smiled.

“Who on earth are you?” He spoke in an immaculate English accent.

She pulled the sheet up, the fact that she was completely naked

with a strange man, suddenly making her blush.

“I’m Chloe.”

He propped himself up on one arm.  “Oh, right.  I’m Jaspar.”  He

fixed her with a direct stare, which made her feel as if she had

something to feel guilty about.  “And could you tell me how we

happen to be sharing this bed?”

“No. I was hoping you could tell me.”  She paused, lowering her

eyelids, then meeting his gaze again.  “Did we?”

“Did we what?” There was a trace of humor in his voice.

“Well, you know, have….”

“Spit it out!”

“Sex!” she blurted.

Falling back onto the pillow, his chest shuddered with laughter.

“Well, that is nice! I took you to heaven and back, ooh, two or

three times.  And you tell me you can’t remember any of it?”

“Well, I do remember meeting you, and getting horrendously

pissed.”

    “That’s kind of up in the air.  I have a few weeks off

work.”  Tim started as she slid his cock to the back of her

throat.  “Oh god that feels good.”

    “Define a few weeks.”  She said before taking his cock back

into her mouth.

    “That all depends up how long it takes for the snow to melt.

I have this strange job that I remove snow during the winter and

landscape during the summer.”  Tim said as he stroked the back of

Miyoko neck.

    “So it might be a month from now, Right?”  She asked

seductively as she stood before him.  Miyoko didn’t have anything

on under her dress Tim found out as she lowered herself onto his

cock.  “I think that you’re afraid of me.”

    “Shit woman, I can make you come on demand.”  Tim said.

    “I think that you’re going to have to prove it to me.  Last

night was just a fluke.”

    Tim picked Miyoko up and carried her over to the bed and in

one swift motion got her out of her dress and laid her naked body

down.  “Spread those silken thighs of your.”  He said as he laid

between her legs moving down lowering his face to her crack.

    “Eat my cunt.”  Said Miyoko.  “Stick your tongue in me and

eat my pussy.”

    Tim gently split her lips until the clit popped out, then

teasingly licked it making it throb. 

    “Yes . . .yes.  Oh god that’s the spot.” She moaned.  Miyoko

was too busy to notice Tim reach to the nightstand and grab a set

of marble sized beads threat on a string.

    “No mercy.”  Tim said as he continued to suck her clit and

slowly insert about ten of the beads into her asshole.  She began

to rock her hips in time with Tim’s lashing.  As she came, Tim

pulled the beads out her ass.  As each popped free, Miyoko shook

with ecstasy.

    Miyoko laid their quietly for sometime before grabbing hold

of his cock.  “Are you just going to stand their, or are you

going to fuck me?”  She asked.

    Tim spread her legs and eased his cock into her waiting

hole.  As he rolled to his back, Miyoko didn’t miss a stroke.

Each time she brought her body down, he would raise his hips to

meet her.  “That’s it, fuck deep into my body.  I want to feel

you shoot your cum into me.”  She moaned as Tim let loose.

    Miyoko just laid there next to Tim.  Finally she said.  “You

know if you were to find a job in town, I could make an exception

in your case and spend two months having you fuck my brains out.”

    Tim ran his hand along her breasts.  “Let me think about it.

Give me your phone number and I’ll give you a call before I

leave.”

    “The hell you will.  I’m gonna get fucked by you every

chance I get  till you leave.”  She rolled on top of him and

looked him in the eye.  “I’m gonna do every thing in my power to

make you want to stay.”

    The more Tim looked around, the more he unconsciously

thought about moving.  With the lake nearby, Warm weather nearly

year round, and a Ski resort only an hours drive, it looked like

the best of both worlds.  The only problem was how to break it to

Tonya.

    The day that Tim was to leave he heard a knock at the door.

When he opened it, Miyoko was standing their.  “Aren’t you going

to ask me in?”  She purred.

    “Would you believe that I was just getting ready to call

you.”  Tim said

    “No, I wouldn’t.” She answered.

    Tim said,  “I’ve already found me a job.  I just have to go

back, pack everything and then come back.”

    “You wouldn’t be teasing me now would you.”  Miyoko asked.

    “Nope, their are too many things that I want to do to that

body of yours.”  Tim said.  “I really do need to get on the road.

You know I won’t be back when you are ready to switch partners.”

    “since I know your coming back, I’ll give . . .shit I don’t

even know his name, a few more days.”

    Tim kissed her and felt her tongue slip into his mouth so he

sucked it in as though it were her clit.  “You know that it will

be at least a week before I make it back.”  Tim said.

    “Well, for every week you’re gone, I get to spend and entire

day fucking you.” She said with a smile.

    It was a long drive back.  It seemed strange to Tim that he

would be making more money by playing music at a private club,

than he would as a landscaper.  Not only that, It would be a lot

more fun.

    That night, Tim sat at the bar near the door.  He didn’t

have to wait for a page, he recognized Miyoko as soon as she

walked through the door.  The red dress that she wore plunged in

the front below her breasts, and had a slit in the side up to her

waist.

    “Are you ready to give me the night of my life.” Asked

Miyoko as she sat by Tim at the bar.

    “You know what that depends on now don’t you.” Said Tim as

he ran a hand along her exposed leg.

    “I’m a changed woman.”  Miyoko said.  “I know that I cannot

beat you.  So what do you say.  A month of you fucking me anyway

you want.”  She talked while they went up to Tim’s room.

    “Like say one morning I wanted to fuck you in the back of a

car, and then in the afternoon take a walk in the woods and bang

you against a tree?” Asked Tim.

    Miyoko grabbed Tims hand and ran it under her dress to her

already moist pussy. “Only one request baby.” Purred Miyoko.

“I’m a woman.  Sometimes I’ll get so hot and horny for no

apparent reason.  Every once and a while I’ll need it bad.”

    “Sounds fair to me.” Tim said.  “But why are you meeting me

now.  Don’t you still have a few more nights with your current

fling?”

    “Can you show me a law on paper that says a girl can’t get

fucked three or four times in one day.” Miyoko said.

    “Only one other problem.”  Said Tim.

    “I won’t tell you wife.” Miyoko purred as she ran her hand

along his crotch.

    “Shit.  I’m not married.  I’m on vacation.  I won’t be here

next month.”

    “What do you mean you won’t be hear next month?”  Miyoko

demanded.

    “I really didn’t think that. . . ..” Tim started.

    “You thought that it would be a one night stand.  It wasn’t

even that.”  She looked Tim in the eye.  “Why don’t you move

here.  Plenty of good paying jobs in town.”

    By now Miyoko was sitting on his lap.  “I really don’t know.

If it is this hot now, it must be fucking hot during the summer.”

    “You god damn fucking tease!”  She said as she slapped his

face then stood And said,  “Do I at least get to feel your cock

pumping in my pussy again?”  Without waiting for an answer, she

pulled down his pants.  “Looks like you pecker likes the idea.”

    Tim kept quite while Miyoko sucked on his balls then ran her

tongue up the underside of his shaft. “How long till you have to

head home?”

 ”Let me think about it for a minuet.” Tim said while

Miyoko’s hands were stroking his cock.  “Lay down on your back.”

    “Why would I want to do something like that.” She asked

    “One hell of a good reason.” Tim said.  “After I’ve sniffed

you, licked you, nibbled on you and fingered you, you might get

to suck me off.”

    “What guarantees do I get.” Asked Miyoko.

    “None.”  Said Tim. “It’s a gamble.  Do you feel up to it?”

    Miyoko didn’t answer, instead she walked over to the bar sat

on the counter. “Well seeing as how this is a casino,” She lifted

her legs and placed each on one of the barstools.

    “So your game?” Tim asked.

    As Miyoko ran a hand along her shortly cropped snatch she

said “Belly up to the bar.  Tonight’s special is a quint japanese

delight, and is now being served.”

    Tim grabbed the remained stool and placed it between Miyoko

opened legs and sat.  “Umm,” he said as he took a deep breath.

“Smells good enough to eat.”

    “Oh but it’s so much better than good.  Take your Time and

make me want you.” Miyoko said.

    “What do you want, huh.” Tim said as he ran a hand along her

moist cunt. “Oh you taste so good” he said as his tongue

flickered over her parted lips.

    “Come on baby, fuck it.” Miyoko said as she grabbed the back

of Tims head pulling his head closer.  “Yes, that’s it.  Oh come

on do it to me.”

    “You like it don’t you bitch.” Tim said as he slipped a

couple of fingers into her tight twat while sucking on her rock

hard clit.

    “Yes that’s it, that’s the spot.” Miyoko screamed as she

bucked her hips against Tim’s fingers and mouth.

    Just as she was on the brink of coming, Tim pulled away and

said, “You know what I think.”

    “I think you should finish what you started.” Answered

Miyoko.

    “I think,” Tim said as he stood up. “That I’m going to leave

you wanting more.”

    “You bastard.  You fucking teasing bastard.” Yelled Miyoko

    “And you aren’t?” Said Tim.  “You want to go around and find

the perfect man to spend a month with.  Well I’ve showed you what

you’ll have in store if you choose me.”

    “I don’t know who I’ll choose.  That’s the fun of it.”  Said

Miyoko.

    As Tim wrote his number down on a piece of paper he said,

“As you go to bed each night this week.  Think back to tonight,

how unpredictable I am.  How I can beat the games you play.”

    “But,” Miyoko muttered.

    “Trust me.” Tim said as he ran a hand down between her legs.

“I want to fuck you more than you know.  Take several long

enjoyable hours doing it to.  But I ain’t going to play your

fucking game.  If you want me bad enough, you’ll give me a call.”

With that he left.

    The next day, Tim had almost forgotten about Miyoko when he

got back to his hotel room their was a message for him from

Miyoko.

    In a sexy voice he heard Miyoko say.  “I’ve thought about it

and I don’t think that I can wait till the first.  I want you so

bad that last night I could fill your hands caressing me, your

tongue licking me.   What I need is to fill your cock pumping in

and out of me.  Please meet me at the casino tonight.  Listen for

the page of Mr. Hump.”

    “Don’t get you’re hopes up to high bitch.  You’ve met your

match.” Tim said as he grabbed Miyoko by the back of the head and

brought her mouth down over his cock. “I’ll make you a deal, the

first one to cum is the looser.”

    It was only a few minutes later that Miyoko Stood and rubbed

one hand over her hardened nipples, and the other over her

glistening cunt. While she looked him in the eye she said,

“You’ve got a deal.”  Then without a word moved forward and sat

on Tim’s lap taking his cock deep into her.

    Tim felt Miyoko use her muscles to squeeze his cock while

she rode him at a frenzied pace.  He smiled as he reached up and

grabbed her breasts pulling her forward to suck on her ripe

nipples, slowing her down in the process.  “Anytime you’re ready

to concede you’ve lost let me know.” Tim told her smugly.

    Miyoko let out a little growl as she pulled a way and

started grinding her hips in circular motions as she bounced up

and down.  “Oh, come on baby, fuck my cunt.” She said as she

leaned forward then whispered in Tims’ ear, “I want to fill you

shoot your cum deep into me.”

    Tim stroked Miyoko’s long black hair and ran his hands down

to her ass and slipped a finger in her cunt along side his cock.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” Asked Tim as he slipped his now moist

finger up Miyoko tight shit hole.

    “Oh . . .oh yes!”, Miyoko screamed as she let loose with an

orgasm.

    Tim pulled Miyoko head toward him and kissed her while she

continued pumping his cock. “Now that I’ve won I get to do it

anyway that I want right?”

    “On the couch, the bed, on the balcony, or down in the

middle of the casino.  Anywhere, and anyway you want.  After I

taste your cum, I’m all yours baby.” Miyoko said as she slid

between Tims’ open legs.

    “Hold it just a second.” Tim said.  “I want to know if I’m

going to be the Mr. April your searching for.”

    “I don’t know.  I’ve still got a few days till I have to

choose someone new.” She answered.

    “So what your saying is this could just end up being a one

night stand, right.”

    “You got it baby, now let me taste you.” Answered Miyoko

    “Well,” Tim said as he stood, “then I’m going to leave you

wanting more.” 

    “No I lied, you’re going to be Mr. April.  Come on sit back

down and let me suck you off.”  Miyoko purred.

    “So what your saying then,” Tim ran his hands across her

firm breasts squeezing gently.  “Is that if I let you give me a

blow job, then lift your tiny body and fuck you till you beg for

mercy, then I’ll be your Mr. April”

    Miyoko smiled and said, “A little cocky aren’t we.  I’m

gonna ride you fuck pole so fast and furious you won’t know what

happened.  Don’t you feel how tight I am against your fingers?”

You think you cock can last in me.  Your dreaming.”

    “Well I guess it’s Time that we go find out don’t you.” Tim

said as he helped Miyoko out of the car.

    Upon entering the room, Miyoko kissed Tim and told him, “I

want to fuck you.  I want to feel you meat against my walls.

Come on baby, lets get you out of these clothes.”  She then

started to bite the buttons off his shirt while he slowly

unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor.

    When Tim was comfortable in a chair, he told her, “All

right, now it’s your turn.  Make me hard baby.”

    As Miyoko danced around the chair, she lifted her wrap and

asked, “Do you like my pussy?”  Without waiting for an answer,

she slipped a finger in and said, “Look how wet I am, how deep my

fingers can go.  Want to see my breasts.”  She smiled and moaned

as she slipped a creamy white breast out from under the wrap and

pinched a cherry red nipple.

    Tim smiled as she opened the wrap and let it fall from her

shoulders to the floor in one motion.  He motioned for Miyoko to

come over and told her, “Take my cock in your mouth slut.”

    “What?” Said Miyoko with a smile.  “Are we loosing are

patients already.  I told you the object is to get you off as

quick as I can after I begin touching you cock.”  She knelt down

between his legs and continued, “I’ve had some men with so little

control they actually came before I’ve had a chance to fuck

them.”

    “Paid for till noon tomorrow.”  Answered Tim.

    “We need to make one stop along the way.” Said Miyoko.  “I

need to pick up some clothes.”

    “What did you do with the dress.” Asked Tim.

    “I’ll explain later.” She said as she wrote something down

on a piece of paper.  “Here are my sizes, I can’t possible go in

to a store like this.”  Miyoko turned spread her legs and licked

her lips as one of her bare tits spilled out of the wrap.  “And

besides that.  I like my man to know exactly what I have on as I

slowly dance around taking it off.  Once I’m down to my bear ass,

and tits, then the fun begins.”

    “Don’t keep me in suspense.” Tim said as he ran his fingers

up the inside of her thighs and brushed them lightly across her

moist  lips. “What happens next.”

    “Well……” Miyoko purred as she slipped one of Tim’s

fingers into her hot snatch.  “Before I start taking it off,

you’re stripped and sat in a chair, legs open facing me.  Then

after a slow sexy strip tease, I’ll walk over to you, and deep

throat you till your nice and wet so that as I mount your pole

you slide into my tight hole nice and slick.  Then it turns into

a game.  I try to get you  off as fast as I can, while you try to

last as long as you can.”

    Tim smiled at her and asked “What does the winner get?”

    She said, “I’m what’s known as a two cum bitch.  The winner

gets to choose how we do it the second Time, be in control.  Like

if I win, I get to be in my favorite positions. . . ..”

    “And if I win, I’d get to do you in my favorite positions.”

Interrupted Tim.

    “You got it baby.” Miyoko smiled and added, “And by the way,

I hate to loose and I give most men more competition than they

can handle.”

    Tim slipped another finger into her cunt and said, “Well

we’ll just have to see who is better now won’t we.”

    As they pulled up in front of the casino, Miyoko asked “Why

didn’t stop anywhere?”

    Tim looked her in the eyes while opening her wrap and said,

“Why, your not wearing anything under this wrap.  I thought that

we could save some Time.  As soon as we get up to the room, you

strip me and I sit in a chair and we go at it till you beg me to

come.”