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You Can Always Say No, Ch_ 03 by Cherysse St. Claire © It was my distinct pleasure to take my lunch Tuesday at Dante's, an elegant little trattoria in the mall. Faye was right on time. I saw her approaching across the courtyard and marveled at the fluid motion of those fantastic hips and tush. I wasn't the only one admiring her strut. Every male eye in the place was fixed raptly on that poetry in motion, clad within the confines of a red and black print rayon dress with long, pointed sleeves, sweetheart neckline, and a tight skirt ending four inches above the knee. As before, the dress appeared sprayed-on and left nothing to the imagination. She was obviously braless and, as the boys say, 'her headlights were on'. On this day, she had opted for full- fashioned stockings with French heel, reinforced toe and full back seam, ending in black patent ankle-strap sandals with five inch heels. I just shook my head in amazement, watching her approach; hips undulating smoothly, breasts jiggling, head held high and a dazzling smile on her painted lips. Let the naysayers take their best shot at her personal sense of style; this woman had it together. We hugged, air-kissed, and settled into our chairs. While we waited for our lunch to be served, we sipped wine and got to know one another better. I had been inaccurate in my assessment of her on one point; she was an Emmy-award-winning makeup artist (two times); she had only been nominated for an Oscar. As I suspected, she was on the wrong side of forty, but only just. I complimented her on her youthful visage and sense of style, avowing she put me to shame. I commented I wanted to grow up to be just like her, causing her to beam proudly. I filled her in on the details of my weekend with 'Angie' over Chianti and eggplant parmesan. I tried hard not to fixate on Faye's magnificent long, curving fingernails and the way they wrapped so enticingly around the stem of her wineglass. I had a sudden vision of Angie, with nails like that wrapped around a man's erect cock, which she was sucking enthusiastically. I shivered with excitement at that mental image. I noted Faye shifting in her chair, rubbing her thighs together, as I related the incident in the parking lot after we left her. She almost choked on a swallow of wine, followed by peals of laughter, when I mentioned the security camera. "I know most of the guys in Security," she admitted. "You are absolutely right. By now, everyone will have at least seen it, if not made a copy of it. Talk about Girls Gone Wild! You will be lucky if it doesn't wind up on YouTube." My face fell. "I hadn't thought of that," I stated with a little trepidation. "That would be death for my career." "Don't worry," Faye reassured me, squeezing my hand. "They're mostly good guys. If the recording sees the light of day at all, your face - and Angie's, if it is at all visible - will be digitally erased. Leave that to me; I will personally attend to it." I knew I liked this woman! Perhaps it was the wine. Perhaps it was the growing sense of closeness I felt with this stunning siren. I shared with her the most intimate details of my weekend. Upon arriving at home, Angie and I had rutted like minks. This was my first real taste of sex with what Suzi had referred to as a "special girl" - and I couldn't get enough! We made it in every room in the house, in positions I had never considered before. Faye enjoyed another moment of sexual tension as I described Saturday night, when I popped Angie's 'cherry' with an eight-inch strap-on. "How did she... take it?" Faye inquired, her excitement apparent. "All... the... way," I smirked. I described how Angie had cum spontaneously as I fucked her, without any physical contact to her 'clit'. Words couldn't begin to describe the sense of empowerment I had felt, taking my lover as a woman is taken, bringing her to an orgasm, then scooping up her cum in my hand and feeding it to her. The slut had gobbled down every last drop greedily. At this point, Faye's eyes were slightly glazed. "Faye," I asked candidly, "how did you do it?" "Do what?" she replied, genuinely puzzled. "When I met you Saturday, I had only the vaguest idea what I wanted with my sissy. I didn't even have a name for his femme side. When I saw you through the store window, I suddenly knew I wanted her to be just like you. Talking to you here, now, only convinces me more." "Thank you, Faye replied, deeply moved. "That is the nicest compliment you have paid me yet." "When I introduced myself," I continued, "you had all the answers, seemingly before I even asked the questions. You came up with the perfect name for her - Angela - so effortlessly, as though you had been contemplating it all your life." "I have," Faye remarked quietly. "Angela was my daughter's name." "Was?" "Yes," Faye responded, her eyes glistening. "She was my little angel, my gift from God; one thing in my life I really got right. She died shortly before her first birthday. SIDS. They told me she didn't suffer." It was like a body blow. I snatched up her hands in mine, kissed them, then clutched them to my cheek. "I am so sorry," I offered sincerely. "That had to have been devastating." "It was," she sighed, "but that was a long time ago; more than sixteen years." "My God," I uttered, shaken. "You were two years younger than I am now; about the same age as my Alan." "Your husband is younger than you?" Faye inquired, intrigued. I shrugged my shoulders a little bit. "It's only a number," I replied. "In light of our evolving relationship, that knowledge gives me a subtle psychological edge." "But both of you look so much younger," Faye commented, "Alan especially. He looks like a teenager." I smiled coyly and winked. "The miracles of modern Medicine," I confessed, fishing the clinic's business card out of my purse and offering it to her. "I can't imagine what you went through, losing Angela like that. My husband could; he lost his parents to a drunk driver when he was six and was raised by an aunt. I know I would be crushed if I ever lost Alan. How did you cope?" I can't say I have ever gotten over it," the introspective blonde explained, "but I have gotten past it. As for having all the answers, no, I don't. I do have a lot of previous experience with feminine men; I told you that already." "So you did." The waiter unobtrusively removed our luncheon dishes. I ordered another carafe of Chianti, refreshing our glasses when it arrived. We were just getting warmed up. "I love sex with masculine, well-muscled men," Faye confided. "I love cock. I love being taken, used like the slut I am. I'm just not particularly enthralled with what that cock is attached to after I'm done with it. If I could just, somehow, wave my magic wand and turn the guy into a pizza and six-pack...." I had to laugh. "I know exactly what you mean," I agreed. "I feel the same way; at least, I did before I met Alan." "But he is not exactly an Adonis, now is he?" Faye countered. "No," I chuckled, "he isn't - and Vive l' difference!" "Amen," Faye confirmed, clinking glasses. "I adore sissies. Nothing gives me a bigger emotional lift than finding a really cute girly man and transforming him into the softest, sweetest, sexiest, femmiest sissy he can possibly be. I ooze over the really good ones. That is why I stay so closely involved with the Drag/Tranny scene. Sooner or later, I'll meet 'Missy Right'." "I have," I replied, trying not to sound boastful, "and I am in sheer bliss. Sometimes, though, I wish I had...more." Faye raised one eyebrow questioningly. "More?" "Yes," I confirmed, blushing a bit. My eyes dropped to admire Faye's lush, womanly curves. "I told you," I murmured. "I would love 'Angie' to be just like you." "A slut?" Fay teased, smiling coyly. "Yes," I admitted guiltily. "What can I say? I am discovering I adore sluts!" "No wonder we get along so well," Faye enthused. "I have to ask," I began hesitantly. "If Angie was... I mean, more like you, doesn't that mean her... I mean, she wouldn't be able to..." Faye took my hand in hers and gazed tenderly in my eyes. "Not necessarily," she comforted. "As you pointed out, the miracles of modern Medicine are capable of exactly that; miracles. Realistically, yes; if you were to make Angie 'just like me', she would be soft, squishy... harmless down there. It's a question of what is important to you. I love my sissies soft and squishy; the femmier, the better. If Angie is as talented with her tongue and as responsive in her femmy pussy as you attest, then with the right toys, there is no limit to the pleasure you two can enjoy. If you decide, later on, you need something more from time to time, remember; attractive women like us can get cock anywhere." "I won't cheat on my husband," I avowed tersely, shuddering. "My mother did that. She succumbed to the charms of some smooth-talking little shit who convinced her she was 'better than all that'. Dad caught them one day; in my parents' marital bed. It almost destroyed our family. For all that, her lover dropped her flat; never called her again. In the end, my parents stayed together, but it was only for us kids. They were never the same. I can't remember a time when I saw my father even touch my mother." My companion squeezed my hand tenderly. "I am not advocating you cheat," Faye explained softly. "That is as repugnant to me as it is to you. It isn't 'cheating' if you share. That is what a loving, caring relationship is all about; sharing your hopes, dreams and desires freely. You have needs; your partner has needs. If the two of you can be open and honest with each other, holding nothing back, the fulfillment of those needs should be a joy for you both." This sexy talk was going right to my pussy. It was my turn to rub my thighs together. "I still can't get over how good Angie looked on Saturday," I mused. "What you accomplished on such short notice, so effortlessly...." "They say a sculptor," Faye interjected, "a really good one, like Michelangelo or Rodin, can look at a solid block of granite or marble and see the finished work of art contained within. I can size up a client, female or sissy, and see the potential - or lack of it - in a glance. When you introduced me to Alan on Saturday, I didn't ooze; I gushed." "We are in complete agreement on that," I concurred. "There's more," Faye went on in a more serious tone. "When I first laid eyes on Alan, I was terrified." "Why?" I questioned, shocked at her assertion. Faye stared at the tabletop for a moment or two, then fortified herself with another sip of liquid courage before continuing. "I looked at Alan," she spoke quietly, "and saw that 'sculpture' within the bulky sweats. I saw... Angela, my daughter, the way she would be today; at least, the way I would want her to be." "I saw the resemblance after the makeover," I admitted. "It was uncanny." "You saw what I had seen in my mind," Faye avowed. "My hands merely brought that vision to life, like some latter-day Pygmalion." We both needed a sip of wine and a moment to reflect. "It must have killed you to put 'Angie' away last night," my companion opined, "so 'Alan' could go to work today." "It did," I agreed, "both of us..." I glanced aside and down, my eyes unfocused, a bemused smile on my lips. I chortled just a bit. "What?" Faye prompted insistently. "Tell me." "It's just that," I giggled, trying not to lose my composure altogether, "yesterday afternoon, I had gotten out the card to call Suzi, to get Alan in to remove his nails. Then I looked at those beautiful nails, and he looked at those beautiful nails, then we looked at each other. He placed his hand on my cheek, then softly, ever-so-softly, scraped his nails down the side of my face and neck. It sent chills up my spine. I had to have him right then and there. I ripped his clothes off, then my own, then threw myself backward across the kitchen counter. As he took me, he gently raked my naked flesh with those gorgeous talons. I came so hard, I saw stars - and just kept cumming! After that, we just didn't have the heart to remove them, so...." "So?" Faye demanded. "TELL ME!!!!!" "So," I smirked, "I bought him a pair of Isotoner gloves instead. I sent him off to work this morning, promising he had nothing to worry about, that I would take care of everything. Then, I called his office and spoke to Jason Miller personally. I explained to Jason, Alan had run afoul of a patch of Poison Ivy while doing some gardening for me over the weekend. The rash was really bad and the doctor had advised he wear the gloves until it cleared up, both to keep the hands medicated and to prevent spreading the toxin to others. Being a manager myself, I knew how especially important that was in an office environment, so I had insisted my hubby do just that. Jason thanked me for being so considerate to him and his employees." We sat there, laughing so hard, we couldn't make a sound. "Do-do-do the gloves do a good job disguising the nails?" Faye managed to squeak out. "Mostly," I responded, dabbing at the tears in my eyes with my napkin. "Of course, his fingers look about twice their normal length. If you look closely, you can see the outline of the nails in the stretchy fabric, as well as the impression of the nail art on them." My girlfriend lost it completely. She clutched her sides and stamped the tiled floor rapidly, alternating her feet in a little stutter step. I teasingly held up one palm. She gently high-fived me. "You go, Girl!" she exclaimed with glee. "So," Faye asked, finally regaining her composure, "where do you want to go in your relationship with our Angie? More to the point, where do you want to take Angie herself?" 'Our Angie' wasn't lost upon me. Faye, too, had made an emotional investment in my lover. "My head tells me go slow, stick to our agreement, let Alan set his own pace," I revealed. "After last weekend, my heart, and the domme within me, are telling me: more." "How much more?" the ravishing blonde asked pointedly. I took a deep breath. "A lot more," I gushed, exhaling. Faye sat there with a silly smile on her lips. So did I. "Now we really need to talk," she expressed confidently. We clinked glasses again. *** Jason called Alan into his office late that afternoon. My husband later related the event to me, and that he had been scared to death. I had met Jason and chatted with him at several company social functions. He may have been a GQ poster boy, right down to his chiseled good looks, designer suits and hundred-dollar hairstyle, but he was also one of the most unprepossessing men I had ever met. He radiated self-confidence naturally, not as the affectation of an overcompensating ego. Alan entered the office with trepidation, closing the door behind him. This is it, he had thought to himself, they know about my nails. I'm screwed. "Thank you for coming, Alan," Jason had effused warmly. "Please, sit down. Under the circumstances, you will understand if I don't shake your hand." "It's quite all right," Alan had responded cheerfully, grateful his boss had chosen to keep his distance. Alan seated himself on the edge of the chair. He held his legs together with knees to one side, gloved hands clasped loosely, resting in his lap. "Is there any... discomfort?" Jason inquired solicitously. "A little," Alan ad-libbed smoothly. "This junk I spread on my hands keeps the itching down to a tolerable level." "Please express my gratitude again to Donna for the heads-up," Jason continued. "I admire your wife a ton. You are one lucky sonofabitch." "Don't I know it," Alan had sighed, relaxing from the sense of camaraderie Jason had infused into the conversation. Jason shook his head in disbelief. "Poison Ivy," he muttered. "What incredibly bad luck - especially now." "Jason," Alan inquired, deciding to launch a pre-emptive strike. "Is there some... problem with my work?" "Of course not," Jason demurred emphatically. "How could you even think it? I wish all of my employees had your enthusiasm and dedication to the job. Your department's numbers are through the roof! That is why I asked you in today. Alan, I'm in a bind. I have a major new project on my plate; a bid for a five-hundred-million-dollar contract with DoD. I don't have to tell you, this is huge for us; the biggest thing yet. If we win the bid, and do well, this company and its employees will be pretty much set for life, in terms of future business. "Of course, you don't just waltz through the front door of The Pentagon and say: 'Show me the money.' This bid will require a massive amount of research; collecting and collating mil-spec data, assessing our current production capabilities, versus re-tooling to meet their specifications, lining up the necessary suppliers, shipping, warehousing requirements, additional security requirements, pricing, contract proposals, a thousand and one little details, not one of which can be blown off. We have to have all I's dotted and T's crossed on this one. "The problem is one of manpower. Gayle, my P.A., did the preliminary research, then left on maternity leave. I have talked to her a couple of times and I don't think she is coming back after she has her baby. She couldn't have left at a more critical time. She was my good right hand; I just had to tell her what I needed and it was done. I can call an agency and have a temp here this afternoon, but no stranger is going to know the nuances of our business; where the 'stepping stones' are, so to speak. It would take too long to bring a 'newbie' up to speed, even if I could find one with the necessary credentials. That's time we don't have to meet the bidding deadline. I can't do the project alone and run the company, too. Hell, I'll admit it; I can't do the project alone, period. "I think you can see where I am going with this. Alan, other than myself, there in no one in the entire organization who knows the ins and outs of this company like you. You have proven time and again; you have work ethic, organizational skills, and attention to detail like nobody's business. You are also a whiz when it comes to crunching numbers. In short, I need you on this. "I know you have your heart set on the Vice-Presidency of Manufacturing when Bob Bailey retires. I also know this would not only remove you from management of your department, it might, on the surface, appear to be a major step backward in prestige and responsibility, taking you out of consideration for the promotion. Nothing could be further from the truth. The future of this company will rest squarely in your hands. You put together the proposal, keeping me in the loop with regular reports. We'll work on this together when the press of day-to-day business doesn't interfere. Jimmy Darnell can handle your department for now; if he does well, we'll probably make that permanent later on. When you nail this down for us - and I have every confidence you will - you will be moving up, not back. There will also be a sizeable bonus in it for you. We'll move you right into Gayle's former office. It's close to me - in 'executive country' - and her preliminary research is already there; we won't have to move a thing. We'll keep you at your current salary and benefit package for the duration of the project. I'll let you write your own title and job description. If you want me to juggle two apples and an orange while riding a unicycle, I'll do it, just don't... say... no. Okay, Alan?" "Uh... okay." Jason bounded out from around his desk - and paused just as he was about to take Alan's hand. He awkwardly held his hand in mid-air for a moment, not knowing what to do with it, then gently patted Alan's shoulder and beamed his brightest smile. "I knew I could count on you," Jason enthused. "Say... Alan? Have you been working out or something?" "Well, yes," Alan answered hesitantly. "Why?" "I thought so," Jason responded. "You look... different." Alan told me the chill had begun at the base of his spine and crept all the way up. "Different... how?" he inquired warily. "Different, like you are taking better care of yourself," Jason observed. "With the workload we have around here, it's easy to lose yourself in your job and go to seed. We're all guilty of that from time to time. You've obviously turned it around; you look really, really good. In fact, you look... younger, more revitalized than before. I just wanted to tell you, whatever it is you are doing, keep doing it. You have my full support." *** I was waiting for Alan when he returned home; a rarity for a Tuesday night. He related the events of his meeting with Jason. "He really said that?" I asked him. "'You have my full support?'" "That's what he said," Alan affirmed. I hugged him tightly. "Honey, that's wonderful!" I gushed. "I told you, you had nothing to worry about. In fact, this is a golden opportunity for us. You will have a big new office, away from everyone who is familiar with the old you. You will be working directly with the one guy who can really open doors for you - and he already likes the way you look. Jason all but handed us a blank check to bring your feminine side out even more." "More?" he repeated, his face losing color. "I don't know. I don't want to jeopardize...." "We won't," I stated emphatically. "I haven't let you down yet and I'm not going to start now. Just tell me you haven't dreamed about being a little more feminine in your day-to-day life, being able to wear lingerie, and stockings, maybe even a little makeup and ear rings in those sexy new piercings of yours, and I'll stop. Say to me: 'Babe, I really think we should have my sculptured nails removed,' and we'll do it. Let me know you are tired of all this and want it over, and it will be! I won't like it; Hell, I will hate it. I've gotten a taste of 'Angie' now and I can't conceive of being without her - but I will, if that is what you want. I will make it all go away. I will be your woman, you will be my man, and we will have a nice, safe, sane, normal loving relationship. That is how much I love you. Just... say... the... word." I meant every word of it - but knew it was about as likely as a snowstorm in the Sahara. Who says a domme can't top from the bottom? I was coming to enjoy watching the conflicting emotions race through my lover's eyes. Finally, Alan closed his eyes altogether and embraced me back. I really needed that reassurance at that moment. "Damn you," he murmured in my ear. "You know I can't!" "I know," I murmured back, planting little kisses all over his face. "I counted on that. Baby, if our relationship is going to work - in any incarnation, we have to trust one another. I love you and only you. That is the way it is. That is the way I want it. That is the way it will be - whatever happens." "That sounds... ominous," Alan intoned cautiously. "Not ominous, Baby," I corrected, "exciting, thrilling, electrifying. There is a whole world of possibilities opening up before us. All we have to do is have the courage to take what we want. Sweetie, our future's so bright, we gotta wear shades! Trust me, believe in me, and all of my fortunes I will lay at your feet." The gloves came off - literally. I closed my eyes and reveled in my Angie's tender, sensual touch. The light rasp of her nails across my cheek gave me goosebumps. "C'mon," I urged softly, "we have to get you dressed. You have a class tonight, remember? We'll pick this up where we left off when you come home. I guarantee I will be wet and ready for you." *** It was actually a good thing Angie had to go to class - on several levels First, I wanted her to learn how to make herself beautiful for me. Second, I regarded Faye to be exactly the influence I wanted my Angie to have at this stage of her development, helping her become the lover I so desperately wanted. I loved my husband dearly, but 'Angie', the surreal vamp who had kept me in a near-perpetual state of ecstasy all weekend, was in a different league entirely.... Third, even though I had come straight home from the office - specifically to see my sweetie after he came home - I did have business to attend to; a lead I had to follow up on from earlier in the day. I did a cursory once-over of hair, makeup, lipstick and perfume, then grabbed my purse and scurried out the door to make my appointment on time. The appointment ran late; such is the nature of new negotiations. I knew the mall closed at nine, so I had to hustle to get home in time to greet my sweetie. I was agitated all the way, cursing every red light and slowpoke driver in my way. I wasn't only worried I would be late; I was soaked with anticipation of what our reunion would bring. I was home by nine thirty-five, thanking my lucky stars I had arrived first. I made quick work of brushing my teeth, applying a fresh coat of lipstick, arranging my hair, spritzing on a little perfume, then changing into a lace teddy and high-heeled mules. At nine fifty, I heard the car pull into the garage, followed shortly after by the staccato click-click-click of high heels scurrying across the driveway and up the front walk. There was a brief snick of key being inserted in lock and the snap of the bolt being thrown back. The door swung open and... Time stopped. My heart skipped a beat. My breath caught in my throat. The rest of the world faded away, inconsequential. All that existed was me... and this vision before me. The heavily-made-up face was as it had been the previous weekend. There were new things, too; a lot of new things. The hair was teased; I mean, teased. The cloyingly-sweet scent of hairspray vied with her Obsession for preeminence in my nostrils. The juxtaposition of the two fragrances fit her and was oddly compelling. The four-inch gold hoop ear rings were where they should be, flanked by a smaller set of one-inch loops. Multiple neck chains cascaded down her upper chest. Gold bangles jangled musically from each wrist. A slender chain was double-wrapped around her ankle. I did a double-take to be sure. Yup, right ankle, announcing: 'Sorry Guys, I'm Taken.' Damn straight, Skippy! She was poured into a black and white python-print top with deeply- plunging neckline, a black lambskin microskirt, sheer black stay-up stockings and python print ankle-strap sandals with pencil-thin skyscraper stilettos. How did I know the stockings were stay-ups? The elasticized welts, hugging her firm, shapely thighs, were clearly visible beneath the obscenely-short hem of the skirt. I had never seen this outfit before. It wasn't one we had purchased in any of our shopping trips. She wouldn't have been able to wear this top, anyway; her bra and enhancers would have been visible a block away. That wasn't the case now; Girlfriend had boobs. No, 'boobs' was too mild a descriptor. Girlfriend had tits, jugs, melons, udders, gazongas, bazoomers, boulders. My Angie was suddenly built like a brick shithouse! I felt like a fucking thirteen-year-old schoolboy, in the bathroom with his pervert friends, discussing the relative merits of the girls in class. There was more. She also had hips and ass like nobody's business. I didn't remember that tiny waist, either. I tentatively reached out with trembling hand to finger that smooth, shiny python top - and felt the reassuring hardness of vertical steel boning underneath. I knew without looking, her back would be a latticework of tightly-cinched laces. She had... a tiny ring... perhaps a quarter-inch in diameter... piercing her delicate right nostril. Oh... my...dear... God.... I was struck dumb. I couldn't even form words in my head, much less articulate them. I stood there, trembling like a leaf in a Force-Five gale. Somebody call Roto-Rooter; there's a burst pipe between my thighs.... Angie, bless her heart, seemed completely oblivious to my plight. "Does this look all right?" she prattled on nervously, smoothing her talon-tipped fingers along the sides of her magnificent chest, down that tiny waist, over those thrusting hips and tush. "Mom lent it to me. She lent me the...upholstery, too. She said you would like it. Guess what? I did my own makeup! Does it look all right? Mom said I was a 'natural' for it. She did my hair this time, but promised she would show me a few styling tricks next time. Oh, you don't know about 'Mom' yet, do you? It's just that Faye is such a super lady and she told me about her little girl and I felt awful for her and she told me how much I looked like her, well, what she would have looked like now and I have always wanted a Mom and Faye has been so sweet to me since we met her and I figured you really wouldn't mind and do you like the nose ring, it's not too much, is it? If it is, I'll take it out, and Faye said you would like this look on me and if it's too much, I can change into something..." "Shut up," I murmured, finding my voice at last. "ShutupshutupshutupshutupshutupSHUT UP!!!!!" Adrenaline is a wonderful thing. I planted both outstretched hands against her upper chest, and launched Angie backward through the air, landing with a muffled whoosh on the overstuffed leather recliner behind her. I was on her lap in a heartbeat, scrabbling frantically under that all-but-nonexistent hem. A heavily-padded panty was responsible for those flaring hips and delicious backside. I clawed like a madwoman, trying to find my way inside. "Whereisitwhereisitwhereisitwhere'sthefuckingopeningdon'tevenTRYtotellme Ihavetotakethewholedamnthingofftowaitwaitwaithereitisoh ,yesyesyesyesyesThankYou,Jesus; she's... hard...." "HUNNNNNGH!" came out more through my nose than my mouth. Such was the force with which I impaled myself on Angie's throbbing clit. So, you were expecting bright, witty, tasteful repartee? Better luck next Bitch! I was a good girl. Really. I lasted three whole strokes this time - before going off like a five-alarm in a fireworks factory. I dimly remember thinking to myself: Who is that rude bitch screaming her head off? Dammit, there goes the neighborhood! Doesn't anyone have consideration for others anymore? Hey, Bimbo; people trying to fuck here! Oh, wait; it's me. Heh, heh, heh - my bad! I had no idea where I was, the time, day of the week, or date. I was floating, drifting, looking down. I saw two women; one, the crotch piece of her teddy flapping in the air, straddling a truly scandalous-looking slut, humping, humping, humping. The woman on top had her head thrown back and eyes closed. Her hands rested comfortably on the twin peaks of the slut's chest. She swayed gently back and forth, screaming through each orgasm, always humping, humping, humping. Through it all, the slut beneath her showed no sign of slowing down, much less stopping. She just kept humping, humping, humping.... Then the slut pulled out, flipped the teddy-clad woman on her back and attacked her pussy with an eager tongue, lapping, lapping, lapping. The teddy-clad woman grasped the slut's head, holding it tightly, thrashing spasmodically and screaming continuously. Then my brain... just...shut...down.... I awoke to the first rays of dawn filtering through the bedroom windows and the sounds of the shower running in the Bath. I had no recollection of walking from the living room to the bedroom and no idea of how I got here. There was no trace of 'Angie'. Was 'she' in the shower? I attempted to move - and stopped short, groaning. Aside from being weak as a kitten, I felt like I had been hit by a truck south of my waistline. I knew I would have to pee soon, but would put it off as long as possible; this was going to be bad. For all that, I was dry down there. For all the rutting we had done - at least, I think we had done - I would have expected long trails of cum running down the insides of my thighs and a puddle on the sheets under my pussy. There was none of that; perhaps just a hint of crustiness, that's all. Had my lover... washed me, then put me to bed? The shower stopped. Shortly after, a naked Alan exited the bathroom, blotting his damp hair with a towel. The only hints of 'Angie' were his gorgeous fingernails and toenails. I watched my husband dress for work, longing for it to be my beautiful, sexy Angie. Such were the demands of Real Life. Perhaps I could do something about that.... "Hey," I called out weakly. He turned to me and smiled. "Hey," he called back. He walked to my side, lifted my head and kissed me tenderly on the lips. "Are we all right?" he asked with genuine concern. I just stared at him as though he had lost his mind. "All right?" I echoed. With every ounce of strength I had remaining, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up to him, pressing my body against his and crushing his lips with my own. Once my reserves were spent, I collapsed onto the bed once more. "No, we are not 'all right'," I growled. "We will never be 'all right' again. You raised the bar last night and it can never go back to where it was before. Anything less would simply be... less. I hope you are comfortable with that; you will have to be. As it is, I will have to call in sick today, although I am contemplating skipping the preliminaries and calling in dead. What did you fuck me with; a telephone pole?" "Viagra," he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. "Mom gave it to me. She said to tell you, she 'thought you might enjoy it, until you decided otherwise'. Does that make any sense to you?" "Yes, Baby," I responded, a weak smile on my lips. "It does. Thank you for giving me the message. Later, if I'm feeling up to it, I'll call... 'Mom' and thank her myself." I watched him dreamily as he prepared for his work day, marveling at how he could already manage buttons, hooks, zippers, even tie his tie with those beautiful nails. Maybe 'Mom' had been right; he just might be a 'natural'. I sincerely hoped so. He slipped on his suit coat, then gloves, and was about ready to walk out the door when my curiosity got the best of me. "Baby," I called out. "Did you... cum... at all? The blush on his cheeks and dreamy, unfocused smile told me everything I wanted to know. I pulled the covers up to my chin and watched my beloved Alan step through the door, ready to tackle the workday head-on. An idle vision popped into my head; that of Angie strutting haughtily out the door, heels clicking, inflated breasts jiggling sweetly, hips rolling as though on rails, ready to take on that same world. Perhaps, I thought, perhaps....

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My car was in the shop so I was carpooling with the wife. She had come out of the bathroom wringing wet from the shower and had a towel wrapped around her waist. Admiring her still gorgeous body I couldn’t help but to stare as she dropped the towel to begin dressing. Her ample bosom was still high on her chest with only a slight sag. She was only able to bore one child, a daughter that was now a senior in high school. The problems she had at birth caused a complete hysterectomy. My head...

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Lindsay Part 1

I was on a trip away with a colleague called Lindsay to a city a fair way from our headquarters that meant that we would have to stay overnight, in fact, we were there for a couple of nights. We had finished a long day on the job and both caught a taxi back to our hotel for the night. Lindsay and I both got on well, being at the same rank in the company and as friendly as two colleagues can be. We were both happily married with young kids, in our 30’s and both dreaded the trips away from our...

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Mom and Africans

Sorry for taking so long to publish another article about mom or my wife Veronika but decided to go with mom on this one. During the winter it was hard to watch mom getting fucke d because of food and snow, the party's mom, dad and John had continued regularly, some times at some black guys home but mostly in our rec room. One spring evening when I was 16, John came over to talk to mom and dad, asked where I was and when told I was upstairs doing homework, he started telling them about a black...

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Candys Story

Candy's Story by Emily Ross Part 1 The afternoon sun streamed in through the windows. Phil and Sarah lay side by side on the bed, getting their breath back. After a long pause Candy turned to Phil and spoke. "Phil, wouldn't you like me to move in here? We've been going out together for six months, nearer seven. Think of the money we'd save on the rent for my flat. We could easily save up the deposit for a house." Phil looked at her, showing no emotions. She carried on, "Well?...

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Deputy Head Girl Lindsay takes control

Lindsay Pinkham was in a good mood that Thursday morning. Not only had she been praised for her commitment to the school’s sports teams in assembly that morning by the Head Mistress, Ms Hudson, but she was to be in charge of discipline today. The Head Girl, and Lindsay’s best friend, Joanne Wilson, was out of school on a visit to University and would be gone all day. That left eighteen year-old Lindsay in charge of disciplining any naughty pupils who got sent out of class. Lindsay smiled as...

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When Loreili met Candice

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it is a TG alt universe story and you will need to be patient to get to the understanding of it. Story depicts consensual sex in very graphic detail, so if you are squeamish about it or it is illegal where you are, please STOP reading here... When Loreili met Candice An Amorous Encounter Part Une of Loreili and Candice Saga Looking at the imposing gates of the LA mansion of Loreili, Candice feels a surge of apprehension for the first...

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From Candace to CandyChapter 1

My parents were gone again on one of their numerous trips and Candace and I had the run of the house. We were used to being on our own of sorts, there was the staff of course, but they all lived in the 6 bedroom cottage on the other side of the Olympic sized swimming pool, we only saw them at meal times and when they were cleaning the house; and then never after 8pm. I was walking past my sisters' bedroom when I heard moans and low murmurings. Her door was open a crack and I was able to see...

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Candice Parker Part 1

Candice Parker - Part 1 Chapter 1 - Inheritance "Excuse me?" asked Candice Aileen Parker, in complete shock. "Oh, there's no mistake, Miss Parker. You heard what you thought you just heard," smiled Mr. Adams, the attorney who was acting as executor for the estate. "Mr. Simmons bequeathed his entire estate to you alone, with no conditions attached. Just prior to his death, he decided to liquidate most of his holdings, in order to simplify matters; so aside from the mansion in...

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Candace and Ginny

Note : This story is completely fictional! Candace didn’t know why she let her friends Charlie (Charlene) and Anne talk her into going to this convention. Sundays were her rest days after clubbing on Saturday nights she needed Sundays to recuperate. Now she would go to work tomorrow and be all dragged out. Candace, Charlie and Anne had been walking around the large convention for the past hour when Charlie asked, “Candace isn’t that your Ginny from high school.” That caught Candace’s attention...

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Candice Parker Part 3

Candice Parker - Part 3 Chapter 8 - Game Recognizes Game Three weeks later, Candice was sweeping one of the mansion's many ceramic tile floors, preparing it for a thorough mopping, when she heard Mrs. Belfridge's voice coming from the doorway. "Miss Parker, Ms. Rockwell wants to see you in her office right away. She said that it's something urgent." "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Belfridge." Candice thought it odd that Ms. Rockwell would send someone rather than come herself, but she put...

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Candice 1

She met Max at a play she and her husband Greg had attended. It had been a dumb play where people act as dogs. Max was an interesting man. Bigger than her husband, mustached and far more assertive. He must have spotted her looking at him because he walked right over and introduced himself. “Hello, I’m Max. How are you?” he opened. Candice replied that her name was Candice and her husband’s name was Greg. Greg said hello but Max glanced at him and talked only to her. They talked about the...

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Sexual Shenanigans of the Trump Administration Candace Owens and Erin Perrine

Matthew Pottinger did just as he was told, running his hands up and down Candace Owen’s voluptuous body, caressing her ebony skin, squeezing her meaty breasts, and stroking her big, round ass while she writhed and squirmed. “Candace” – pretty name, pretty girl. Built like a brick house. Real hot body. Big, tall, and busty. 5’ 5”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth ebony skin. Long, thick, curly black hair glistened with mousse. Leggy. Big, firm tits. Full, round ass. Dressed nice and slutty....

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