Claudias Partyabend
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It was 10 am on Monday, and Claudia was enjoying her new erotic Miami freedom, walking around naked in Dan’s condo. She ate breakfast on the balcony naked with Dan, not ashamed to stand at the glass-panelled railing for all to see her.
“Do you think anyone watched us fucking on the balcony this morning?” He asked, fondling her tits from behind.
“I sure hope,” she replied, caressing his cock. She turned, and they embraced, kissing. “Why don’t you pick out the dress you want me to wear for today’s fun?”
Her phone began to chirp and vibrate. “I guess being here every caller is unknown and long distance,” she remarked about the digital display.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Claudia Lockhart?”
“Yes it is.”
“Hi Claudia, I’m Contessa Mendez, Station Manager of WZAX TV in Tampa, Florida.
“Hi Contessa, it’s a pleasure to talk with you,” She covered the mouthpiece, calling Dan. Her bare skin began growing goosebumps with excitement.
“It’s the Station Manager from Tampa!” She whispered loudly, then put her phone on speaker for him to also hear.
“I just finished looking over your resume and viewing your wonderful DVD. I must say that I’m very impressed. I’ve known Ken Thompson a quite a number of years, so I trust his judgement when he recommends that I strongly consider you for a new position with our Station.”
“Thank you for those kind words.”
“I realize that you live in New York State, so a face to face interview would be out of the question, time and money considered. If you have the time, I’d like to arrange a video interview on Seeme for us. I’d much prefer an in-person interviews, but we have hired from Seeme chats in the past.”
“Contessa, you won’t believe the coincidence! I happen to be on vacation visiting a friend of mine, who lives in Miami!” She smiled, squeezing Dan’s hand.
You’re in Miami, which is quite a coincidence! Claudia. Can we arrange an in-person interview?” Claudia’s whole body shivered with growing goosebumps.
Dan nodded, yes, to her. “Yes I can. When would you like to meet?”
“Today is the last day I’m doing interviews. It is shortly after ten and it’s about a four-hour drive from Miami to Tampa. Is it possible for us to meet, say at three this afternoon?”
Claudia looked to Dan, who nodded again. “Yes we can meet for three, my friend can drive me!”
“That’s great news, Claudia. Our address is 200 South Parker Street. Just follow the I-75 Highway to the Selman Expressway and exit at Plant Avenue, turn right onto Grand Central Avenue and then left onto Parker Street.”
“I’ll use the GPS in the Caddy,” he whispered.
“I’m sure we’ll find your Station, Contessa. The only problem is that I packed clothes for vacationing only. My skirts and dresses are too sexy and inappropriate for a job interview. They are for wearing to a nightclub to attract men, and are cut too low and far too short. I could go out and quickly buy a new dress for our interview.”
“Claudia, I understand your situation and please, I do not want you to buy new clothes, just to meet me. It is very courteous of you to tell me ahead of time that I’ll be interviewing a sexily dressed woman. See you at three, bye for now.”
“Thank you for understanding, Contessa and yes, I’ll see you at three, bye, bye.”
Claudia’s shrieks of excitement startled Dan. She hugged the stuffing out of him, then went into a torrent of chaos. “I’m so happy for you honey! I know you’ll get the job!”
“What to wear, I need a shower, where’s my makeup, shit I don’t have any panties or a bra to wear!” Dan laughed at his normally sane girlfriend, crazily rushing around.
“Wear the white with green and teal pattern dress. It looks nice and sexy on you. But wear something else then change into your dress just before your interview, that way it isn’t all wrinkled from sitting.”
“Good suggestion!” She was already shaking nervously.
Dan took his love in his arms to calm her down. “You’d think we’d just fucked, you’re breathing so fast!” He joked.
“This interview is important to me Dan!” Her eyes darting, a thousand thoughts racing through her head.
“I know it is, honey. I’m always on your side all the way! I’d hire you in an instant too!” He supported. She gave him a quick kiss and started gathering her things to take.
“We should pack an overnight bag. By the time your interview is over and you’re hired, you’ll want to drive around and look at Tampa Bay. We can get a hotel, stay the night, and look around some more in the morning too.”
“Hmm, we could try to make their headboard bang the wall there too,” she smiled, taking a moment to kiss him. “Oh, before I forget, I’ll call Aunt Katherine, Kim, and Tracy and tell them I’ve got an interview in Tampa for a TV job!”
A frantic half-hour later, they closed the trunk on the Caddy. Dan dared her to wear her very short school-girl skirt and low-cut top. The bottom of her ass cheeks showed as she walked through the foyer to many appreciative eyes. Her low-cut top was also virtually useless to cover her beautiful breasts.
Dan handed her the keys, “You want me to drive?”
“It might help to take your mind off your interview. Otherwise, the next four hours will eat you alive. Besides, I’ll want to finger your pussy while you drive.”
Barely out of the parking lot, Claudia smiled and blushed as Dan would gaze at her side profile. “What?” She’d ask, knowing he was undressing her with his eyes.
“I love you, Claudia. You are so talented and incredibly beautiful.”
“I love you too.” She gripped his left hand, then guided it between her legs.
Once on the interstate, she put the Caddy’s cruise control on. She freely accepted Dan’s fingers, giving her a gentle fuck. She slipped her tits out of her top, allowing passing truckers a rewarding view.
“Don’t get me too wet,” her sexy smile cautioned. He would rub her clit, making her body jolt. “Careful Dan or you’ll cause us to have an accident.”
Dan drove the last hour as her nervousness mounted the closer they approached Tampa. He found an empty parking lot where Claudia, temporally naked, slipped on her sexy dress. She combed her golden locks, applied a little makeup and just a hint of perfume.
“So how do I look?” She asked, turning around.
“Absolutely stunning!” He praised.
Inside the entrance to the Station, Claudia found the directory for Contessa’s office. “I’ll wait here in the foyer for you,” he said, picking up a magazine to read.
Claudia kissed and hugged him, then took a deep breath. “Here goes!” Her high heels announced her steps on the ceramic floor. Dan watched her strut down the hallway, admiring the side-to-side sway of her beautiful body.
“Hello, Contessa Mendez?” Claudia asked, hesitantly knocking on the open door.
“Yes I am,” she looked up from her desk. “You must be Claudia.”
“Yes, I’m Claudia Lockhart.”
“Please come in, Claudia.” She stood from her desk and approached to shake her hand. “A four-hour car ride and you are right on time and looking fresh as a daisy.”
“Thank you,” she smiled, handing Contessa a copy of her resume. Contessa quickly gazed at this tall, blonde-haired beauty standing before her.
“I apologize for the dress I’m wearing,” she blushed.
“Not at all.” Contessa appreciated her well-proportioned figure with her deep cleavage exposed firm breasts and the short hem, long shapely legs. “Definitely made for television,” she thought. “Here, let’s sit,” she offered, two chairs angled to each other.
Claudia smiled, looking over Contessa. She was of average height and solidly built with dark shoulder-length hair. Her tan-coloured business skirt was hemmed about six inches above her knees. Her full-sized breasts sat high on her chest, her blouse and matching vest, easily revealed considerable cleavage.
Claudia sat, placing her hands on her lap, covering the darkened space of her short hem.
Contessa started a series of questions to Claudia on her news background, approach to news delivery. She joked about Claudia being a Jack of all Trades being the sole employer of her Newsletter. Claudia replied she enjoyed doing the research and interviewing the town’s people.
“Now Claudia, I would like to discuss your DVD. How did you ever come up with your ideas?”
“My friend knows a Professor at Albany University. The Professor made it a special class project to produce my newscast. My friend and I came up with the news topics. He is a die-hard Toronto Maple Leaf fan, that’s why I teased him about the Leafs winning the Stanley Cup.”
“I asked him for ideas and he suggested, wouldn’t it be something if there was finally peace in the Middle East. Then I thought with the decades of unrest in the region, no matter whose fault it was, it would take a natural disaster for peace to exist. That’s why I thought of the earthquake.”
“It was so professionally done, I felt I was watching a real newscast on TV,” she complimented.
“Thank you, I had a lot of help.”
“Yes, and it was very proper of you to acknowledge those who helped you at the beginning of your DVD.” Contess continued in Spanish. “Su segmento titulado Sus asuntos comunitarios, es un juego inteligente de palabras y es lo que estamos considerando introducir a nuestros televidentes aquí en Tampa. Usted es probablemente el único solicitante para demostrar su habilidad bilingüe,”
“Your segment titled, Your Community Matters, is a smart play on words and is what we are considering introducing to our viewers here in Tampa. You are probably the only applicant to demonstrate their bilingual ability.”
“La gente va a estar pensando en un problema que ocurre en su propia ciudad, pero no tienen una manera de expresarlo. Preocupación de una persona puede multiplicar en un apoyo de la comunidad más grande de cambio y mejoras.”
“People will be thinking of a problem that occurs in their own town but doesn’t have a way to voice it. One person’s concern can multiply into a larger community support for change and improvements,” Claudia replied, also in Spanish.
Contessa couldn’t help eyeing Claudia’s deep cleavage. The material hugged her breasts and her nipples, hardened from adrenalin, showed through the material. She’d also glance between her legs when she’d cross and uncross her long, slender legs for comfort. “Hmm, I wonder if she’s so inclined.” she smiled, eying her legs and cleavage again.
“I notice that you aren’t wearing a wedding ring, are you single?”
“At the risk of losing out on a really great job opportunity, my marital status should have no bearing on this interview. The same as I don’t question your wedding rings.”
“You are correct to say that Claudia, and said so with the appropriate response. I know the proper way to conduct an interview and was testing your reaction to my question. Most always, applicants will tell me if they are married or not.”
“Now, the one question I must ask you is, how do you know the author, Daniel Davenport, and how on earth were you able to get him to consent to an interview? I’ve read all his books and also seen the movies. The title of your segment, ‘The Writer’s Block,’ was another excellent play on words. You and he seem to have good on camera chemistry together.”
“Yes, I was very excited to have the opportunity to interview Mr. Davenport. But as you know, a good journalist never reveals their sources,” she smiled.
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She stood up in the craft, the surface beneath her soft, cushioned and apparently organic. She took two, three steps. That was as far as she got before whip-like tentacles shot from the surface beneath her and ensnared her wrists and ankles. She was yanked onto her back and her limbs bound to the floor spread eagle. She struggled only momentarily, immediately realizing that any attempt to free herself would be a waste of precious energy, and she knew she was going to need all her energy for...
This is me transferring an older story of mine from a different story site. I figured it could work on here even better due to having other authors as well as the branching ability. ************************************************************ The Existence is my place, it’s something of an enigma wrapped in a puzzle stuffed inside a conundrum. What it is and isn’t have been debated by the clientele on a regular basis. It started as a simple bar that I purchased with my inheritance. What it has...
FantasyUnfortunately, a half day later, I was back in the soup. I heard the noise before I saw the problem, and the problem turned out to be a sight larger than I first thought it was. Two good-sized men were wrestling with a women in an open-sided shed, and their intentions were clear since one had his foreflap ajar and his long member dangling in the breeze. I dismounted quickly and ran at them, obviously unseen. I pulled one off and tossed him aside and then got the would-be rapist's arm up in...
PRIDE Sleazy Blonde, 2021 I had to do this. I stared in the mirror. I looked at myself. You'd never know had you looked in the mirror that I was 42 years old and a hardened combat veteran. Multiple tours in Iraq. Multiple in Afghanistan. I could not tell you the number of exercises and conferences and courses that had taken me away from my family over the years. They took a toll. Once upon a time, long ago, I had decided to go SOF, Special Ops Forces; I had succeeded. Later...
if you dont like this stuff you shouldnt be here. this is all fake ok, in other words its fiction. it has situations and axcts of a sexual nature between young boys. like i said if you dont like that then LEAVE NOW. if you do like it then read on by all means. if you like it let me know Chapter 7 I stood dumbfounded that the two younger boys knew each other on a first name basis. "You guys know each other?" I asked. Without even answering they ran to each other and wrapped each...
I was having trouble accepting that a demon wanted our help. Vostich, however, verified it. So that was that. I went back to my apartment, and sat there thinking. Ok, something was scaring the demons enough that they were going out of their way to get our attention. Wait a minute! How come Vostich read the demon's mind now, but not before? What had changed? The armband and ring! That was it. Before, the demon probably had enough power to stop Vostich. I shook my head. It was all very...
Now that the door was well and truly open to our 'sharing' fantasy, our evening bedtime pillow talk went into overdrive. We would lay next to each other and start to recount the scene of her being fucked by our neighbour, which over time led to us bringing others into the pillow talk. I would edge her, circling her clit with my finger as I spoke in her ear about how she would be fucked, moving my finger away when she got near. She would arch her back, call me a bastard and would grunt until she...
The story starts in early June of 2002. My boss called me into his office and told me that he was going to have to file for bankruptcy and then he told me not to worry, that my final paycheck would be covered and then he asked me to stay with him until the day that he actually had to close the doors. He had been good to me during the five years I'd been with him so I said I'd stay. Over the coming weeks I worked with vendors who came in and picked up merchandise and credited back to Dale's...
This time we went out on the bus looking for the courthouse to pay some traffic tickets, on the way we found this hot, gorgeous blonde girl standing on the sidewalk, long legs, tall, slender and wearing some very fashioned boots, she looked like a model, when I asked her, she actually turn out to be a model looking for a casting place, she was lost, so we managed to convince her to take a ride with us and do a casting on the way. I couldn’t help it but I had to ask her if she would be...
xmoviesforyou2000 MilesChapter 1 – The Girls It was 1am when James pulled the black SUV into the barn and shut off the engine, looking over at the man asleep in the passenger seat. Smacking him on the shoulder with his hand he said ?we're here?. Robert open his eyes and a smile crossed his face as he said ?finally?. Both men got out of the SUV and stretched their cramps, after a 30 hour drive from Miami to middle of nowhere Nebraska. While the two men were not related in anyway, they looked like...
Chapter VIIIMy readers will naturally wonder what my condition of mind and body was after both had been subjected to such intense inflammation as was inevitable from my close association with Alice dressed and Alice naked.Naturally I had been in a state of considerable erotic excitation from the moment that Alice's naked charms were revealed, especially when my hands were playing with her breasts and toying with her cunt. But I had managed to control myself. The events recorded in the last...
First off I’d like to say my mom is 48 years old. She has great breasts, big, somewhat saggy. It looks good, not nasty like some saggy breasts. She has a long nose and long/medium length hair. She’s 5’6 and her body is a typical Indian housewife (chubby, not too fat), she has a pretty big ass as well. It’s not huge, but noticeable in jeans/tight skirts, etc. She has a light, light brownish skin tone. Anyway, my cousin is 19 with a dark brown skin tone, short black hair and pretty muscular. He’s...
Incestit was a typical day in Tommy's world he had everything at least he thought he did life can be very funny it can go from being on your side for one minute then deadset against you the next. In Tommy's case he would be getting the change of a lifetime he would go from dating the beautiful head cheerleader Lola to the life he must become accustomed to, it was just a blur but it goes back a few weeks ago. This was a normal day for Tommy he was in the bathroom stall with a joint having his usual...
Last summer, my life changed due to two things happening. First, I retired and secondly, a 12-year-old boy and his grandfather introduced me to sex, man to man. It all started in the change room of the local pool. I was into fitness, so I went to the pool four times a week, to swim laps. After a few days, I noticed several other men were always at the pool at the same time every day I was. We got talking and formed a small swim club, just a few older men who liked to stay fit. One of...
Mandy’s turn: Oh, what a night. Best night ever! Went to sleep oozing the results of our fourth round of ... Got Ben to do me missionary-fashion. I was OWNED. Then wake up and do it some more. It’s not a boat, it’s a honeymoon suite. I woke up naked next to Ben, snuggled up really good because my shoulders were cold, for one reason. Second was that I wanted to be welded to him. Wanted to stay like this all day, but physical limitations come into play. “I’m going to relieve myself,” I...
During a routine robbery, two large black men unwittingly robbed the Westcott house while the grieving widow was still home. Mistakenly, Juliana took them for the plumbers that her late husband had scheduled before he died. By the end of the night, the only ‘pipes’ that the two black thieves ended up working with were the ones hanging between their own legs. They pumped the little white widow hard and long leaving her fuck holes leaking, and opening up her mind and sexual desires to a world of...
This directly follows part 2.The next morning we settled our bill, then drove out straight ahead into the lane rather than going left to the village and home. When we arrived at the farm we saw Quin coming out of a building opposite the farmhouse. “Hi, come over and see our little surprise”. We followed him into what appeared to be a two story outhouse, built of the same stone as the house. Inside was an open space, a kitchen-dining area at one end, a lounge at the other. A stairway was in one...
A couple weeks went by and my uncle came home for his time off and my aunt and I were not able to play. The one and only time we ever did anything of a sexual nature while he was home was one day my uncle and his friends went fishing and left "Jean" and I at home. About 11AM, "Jean" went outside in her bikini to get some sun. She was wearing her bikini and I got an immediate hard-on watching her ass as she walked past me. She put a towel on the grass at the corner of privacy fence so...