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My Demon Prince

this is only chapter 1 of 5 so far. this was a story that came to my head and again i wrote it please tell me what you think and if you want to read the next part to see what happens and please tell me if you like it or hate it. i realy want to know if its good.

Trafficked Love Ch. 21

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

GUY WANTS TO BUY CONDOMS

A man walks into a Pharmacy and says to the beautiful female teller, “Umm… err, I’ve never purchased condoms before, and I don’t know what size to buy.”
“That’s okay. You can test your size on the fence out in back.”
So the man walks out back and he sees three holes. Just as he prepares to stick his penis in the first hole, the beautiful teller sneaks over to the other side of the fence. The man sticks his penis through the first hole where it is gently caressed by the teller. Then he pulls it it out and sticks it through the second hole where the teller begins to suck his penis and give him a blow job. Then, finally, he pulls it out and sticks it in the third hole. The teller takes her vagina, wraps it around his penis, and begins to hump it. She then quickly pulls up her pants and scurries back inside where the man is beginning to stumble back in.
She starts to giggle and says, “Have you decided on the appropriate size?”
“Screw the condoms! Just give me 3 yards of that fence!”

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Accidental cheating…

Its my forst time writing, though i have been reading for quite some time. I thought it was time to tell my story.. the beginning part was later explained to me by my wife..
My wife and i have shared responsibilty of dropping my son off at school due to my rotating shifts at work, so we both get a chance to meet the other parents that drive their kids in. There is one woman we have both noticed as being very good looking, and coincidentally very similar looking to my wife.
Kat is approx 5’9″ long straight black hair, full 38D tits and a great body. My wife Jessica is the same height and same tit size, though my wife has not lost all of hher baby-weight from giving birth like Kat has. During the first few weeks of the second year we have been seeing Kat at the school, my wife decided to invite her over to our house for the first time. I had worked the night before and gotten home while my ife was at the school, so i had no idea that she would be bringing Kat over, and she had no idea i would be sleeping in only a pair of boxers.
When my wife and Kat came in the door my wife offered the tour of the house, quickly showing the main floor before moving upstairs. When they got upstairs my 2yr old daughter ran into the play room to play while my wife continued the tour. They quickly made it to the spare room where i had decided to fall asleep. When they walked in, they found me asleep on my back, on top of the covers, and apparently sporting a rather large erection in my sleep. My wife didnt notice me at first but apparently Kat did as she seemed to stop listening to my wife talking and focus on my cock bulging through my boxers. Wife evenyually noticed me sleeping and my erection and she laughed, apologized to Kat and led her to another room. After the tour they sat and talked for a while until my mother in law called asking my wife to bring her something, and she needed whatever it was right away. My wife quickly asked Kat if she would mind keeping an eye on our daughter while she drove over to her mothers. She shouldnt be any longer tha. 10-15 minutes. Kat agreed and my wife left.
Kat made her way back upstairs to check on my daughter, and after making sure she was ok Kat quietly snuck back to the guest room.. She must have debated with herself for a while but eventually gave in and crawled o to the bed next to my legs. She stroked my cock gently through my boxers until i was completely hard and then slowly lowered them down, exposing my 7″ cock. Im not overly long but rather thick. Kat auickly ducked her head down and ran her tongue up my shaft a few times until she eventually took my head in her mouth. I stirred then and as she bobbed up and down my shaft i started to moan. “Oh god Jessica that feels amazing”..
This made Kat pickup her pace a bit causing me to moan more. I eventually opened my eyes and looked down to see the top of “my wife’s” head sliding up and doen my cock, her long black hair hanging down onto my stomach. I grabbed her hair and started pulling her harder onto my dick and moaning. I could feel myself getting close to cumming and dropped my head back and closed my eyes saying “oh my god im gonna cum. Dont stop!!!”
Neither of us hesrd my wife make her way into the doorway of the bedroom, but before she could completely lose her shit she heard me say “oh god jessica, dont stop!! Im gonna cum!! Im gonna cum!!”
She instead chose then to say “what ghe fuck is going on here?” Kat shot up so fast she nearlell off the bed. I looked atKat then at my wife and said “holy shit i thought it was you…”
My wife stormed into the mm and asked Kat “wha thehell do you think you are doing?”
“Umm i… i… im sorry..” was all Kat came out with.. I on the other hand started to sit up but my wife looked at me and said “dont you dare move..” so i flopped back down.
She then looked back at Kat and said “i asked you a question.. what the hell do you think you are doing?….. Dont stop, hes almost resdy to cum.”
Kat and i looked at my wife in shock but my wife simply grabbed kats hair and pushed her back onto my cock. As Kat eventually gave in and started sucking me herself my wife crawled up onto the bed as lifted her skirt. She strsddled my fsce and told me to start “apologizing for cheating”. I immediately started licking up and down her exposed, shaved pussy lips bug didnt get very far before i felt myself getting ready to cum. I moaned this to my wife who leaned down next to Kat a d started sharing my cock.. When my eife knew i was seconds away, she made Kat and undress, leaving me on the edge. She told Kat to kneel as she now hsd to take my cum the way i loved to give it,, meaning all over her face and tongue. Kat never said a thing simply dropping to her knees and opening her mouth. I stood quickly and slid my cock back into her mouth while my wife knelt next to her. As soon as i felt myself cumming i shot 1 blast into her mouth but pulled out and lasted 3 or 4 more large shots directly across Kats face and letting the last little bit dribble onto her tits, which my wife surprised us both again by leaning down and licking up.
My wife then told kat to keep the cum on her face as punishment, “until we were done with her”, to use my wifes words..
My wife then turned to me and said “i know youve been checking her out for a long time, and i know ive gotten myself off a few times thinkjng of her, so lets have some fun..”
These were the LAST words i ever expected to hear out of my wifes mouth in a situation like this but i’d gladly go with it..
Please let me know what you think and whether i should post what happened next. Thanks

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The Pregnant Coworker

Being a software consultant requires much traveling. Every six months to a year you are placed a new assignment with new coworkers. This new assignment was no different. I had landed a development role on a large software roll out project in Jacksonville Florida. Since I had just bought a house in Atlanta I requested that I work Monday through Thursday and flew home every weekend. The company I was working for had contracted to 5 other developers as well, 3 men and 2 women, all of which traveled back and forth between home and Jacksonville as I did.
The guys were laid back and I enjoyed hanging out with them each evening. One of the women was a bitch and I really did not associate with her unless I absolutely had to. The other one was nice and quite attractive. Patti was her name; around 5’4” tall, roughly 130lbs, large D cup breast, and fiery red hair. She had a quick wit and fun loving attitude. She fit in well with the group and was usually the first to suggest meeting at the bar. One little problem existed though, she was married and very devoted.
I put my lust aside and enjoyed her company and the sexy outfits she always wore. After a couple of months on the project I noticed Patti started putting on a little weight. I knew better to say anything. I had also noticed that she spent less time with us at the bar and when she did she never drank any alcohol. After a couple weeks she let everyone know she was pregnant. This was her first child and she was so happy.
As the months passed by Patti crew larger and larger. She was still a knockout though and to my amazement even sexier. I had never been around any pregnant women for any length of period before, so I never noticed how sexier they truly are. Yes her abdomen had grown, but so had her breasts and hips. She had a glow about her that sucked all my attention in. I found myself fantasizing about her, it got so bad at times I would have to excuse myself and go to the restroom to jack off.
I made every attempt I could to work on things that she would be, when she did not feel like hanging out in the bar I would sit with her poolside and talk the evening through. It was during one of these poolside talks that she started to cry. I asked her what was wrong and she just said it was her hormones out of whack that she would be ok in a minute. Well that minute never came; I continued to press as to what was bothering her.
Finally she looked up at me and asked “Steve, do you think I am fat and ugly?”
I was stunned for a brief moment; I was not expecting her to ask something like that so bluntly. I quickly regained myself and answered “Patti, you are gorgeous. Why would you ever think different of yourself?”
She grinned at me, still crying, and said “You are just saying that, I have gotten so fat.”
I quickly stopped her and said with all sincerity “Patti you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever known. Yes you have changed with the pregnancy, but trust me you are still beautiful and to be honest I think even more so than before.”
She looked into my eyes and saw that I was being honest. Her tears slowly stopped and then she hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and said “You are so nice, thank you so much. I needed that compliment, I am sorry.”
“Why apologize?” I asked
“Oh my emotions are getting the best of me, my husband complains all the time about it. He says I am always complaining that he does not pay attention to me.” Patti explained.
I asked “Well if he does not pay attention to you he is a fool. You should be showered with attention all day long.”
“You are so sweet, again thanks.” Patti again said, but this time she looked away as if to hide her frustration.
I pressed and asked again what is wrong, I told her I was a good listener and would not betray her confidence. She turned and started telling me how her husband had been upset when she found out she was pregnant. Since then he has ignored her and all but refused to have sex with her. She could tell her body did not turn him on, because he never wanted to see her naked. I listened to her vent for about 2 hours. She would cry awhile and then get mad for awhile.
At the end she looked exhausted. I told her she needed to get a good night’s rest and that I would be there for her to talk to anytime. I told she was a beautiful woman and her husband should be ashamed of the way he was acting. I told her if she was my wife I would be bathing her in attention.
She hugged and kissed me once again and left to head to her room. The next day we all left for the weekend and I did not get to talk to Patti in too much detail. She seemed to be in a fair mood, so I left it alone.
Throughout the weekend I could not get the image of her out of my mind. She slowly became all I could think about. I could not fathom how her husband would not have sex with her, I would have given everything I owned to have her in my bed. I could not wait for Monday morning to arrive.
I arrived Monday and to my dismay Patti had called in for that week, I figured she was having pregnancy problems and left it at that. I still thought of her all week long, making me long to see her. That next Monday I was ecstatic to see Patti walk through the door.
I noticed immediately Patti was not the same. She was withdrawn, reserved, and quite. I figured I would not press her and give her some space. Midway through the day Patti stopped by my cube and asked if we could talk that evening, quickly I agreed. I wanted to spend anytime I could with her, even if I had to be a psychologist.
The work day ended and I met Patti poolside. She immediately ran to me, threw herself into my arms, and started to cry. I held her tight, both worried for her and enjoying the feeling of holding her in my arms. After a few minutes she regained control and sat down.
I asked what happened to create such anguish. She replied “My husband is cheating on me. I got home last week and found a pair of panties in our bed. I confronted him about it and he admitted he had met someone else, someone not pregnant.”
I was floored. How could anyone in their right mind cheat on such a beautiful woman? I took her in my arms once again and apologized for her pain. I rocked her gently allowing her to dump her sorrow into my chest. I could not believe what I had heard. How could anyone cheat on her, she was so loving and devoted.
Over the next couple of weeks I would sit with Patti each evening, our talks seemed to help her out. During one of our conversations I suggested she not travel home that weekend, let him wonder what she was doing. She liked the idea of making him wonder, but not about sitting alone in a hotel room all weekend. At home she had her friends to keep her company. I told her I could stay as well. She thought about it for a minute and asked if I did not mind. Hell why would I?
We made plans to site see, dinner plans, and to watch a movie or two. I meet her downstairs early Friday morning and off we set. We spent the morning at the beach and ended up that afternoon in St Augustine. We walked from shop to shop, I became her pack mule as she bought something from every store and I had to carry it.
It was the first time in weeks I had seen her smile, laugh, and truly enjoy herself. On the way back to the hotel she asked if we could forgo the movie we had planned and just grab dinner at the hotel, she said she was tired and need to get comfortable. I said her wish was my command.
I carried everything to her room for her. I had never been in her room and felt a little uneasy about being there at that moment; I did not want to make her feel threatened at all. When I placed everything on the bed I turned and she looked as comfortable with me there as could be. I asked her what time she wanted to have dinner. We agreed 6pm would be good.
I turned to leave, but Pattie stopped me. She put her arms around my neck and hugged me close as she had before, but this time she did not release me as soon. She held on for a few seconds more, I did not care, hell I actually enjoyed the extra time. As we separated she leaned up and kissed me gently on the lips. I instinctively kissed her back. I must say lights went off in my head. I opened my eyes and she was smiling at me.
She said with a sly grin on her face, “Thanks for a wonderful day. I have not had that much fun in a long time. I am going to get a shower and will see you down stairs.”
I smiled back and left. As I walked to my room I noticed the massive hard-on I was sporting. I stopped, had she noticed it when she kissed me? I turned bright red and quickly raced to my room. I was so turned on by her kiss, my cock was raging hard. I had to get some release. As I jerked off I envisioned Patti naked begging me to have sex with her, I literally cummed all over the place.
After regaining some control over my libido and lust I took a shower and headed to the hotel restaurant. I looked around for Patti, but she had not arrived yet. I picked a corner booth, so we would have a little privacy during dinner. I had just ordered a drink when she appeared in the doorway.
She was wearing a little blue sun dress she had purchased in St Augustine. She looked absolutely stunning. I waved to her and she made her way to the booth. As she sat down I noticed she was not wearing a bra and her nipples where very erect and visible. I could not get my eyes off of them and as usual got busted.
Patti laughed, pushed her nipples, and said, “I know they are sticking out, I’m sorry. A bra looked stupid under this dress and they keep it so cold in this hotel. I did not think they would react this bad though.”
I laughed with her and said, “Oh I do not mind, I am a typical man.”
Patti quickly said, “No Steve you are not a typical man and that is why I like you so much. “
I let the topic die with that. She was comfortable and I did not want to do anything to change that. We ate a quite dinner and once again found ourselves poolside. We usually sat in separate loungers, but this night Patti wanted to sit in one of the double loungers. I was ecstatic. I laid down first and got myself situated, this way she could lie down and not be bothered by me.
When she got in the lounger she rolled on her side and propped her belly and full breasts on my midsection, threw her leg up over my thighs, and laid her head on my chest. She looked up and asked if I minded and told me it was so comfortable to lay like this for her. I was not going to protest at all, the only problem was that her leg was resting extremely close to my stirring cock. I was scared to death she would feel it getting hard.
The wind blew slightly and she snuggled even closer to me, this moved her leg over my cock which jumped at the touch. I just knew she was going to feel how hard it was getting and freak. Here she was in need of a friend and I was sporting a major woody. To my surprise she said nothing, but her leg did not move. There was no way she could not feel my hard cock, I felt it pressing against her leg.
I was lost in my terror when Patti asked me a question, “Steve, do you have a girlfriend?”
I was at a loss at first, I could not think of what to say. I blurted out a quick, “No”
“No one of interest?” she asked.
“Well not really, I mean there are a few that I would like to get to know but things stand in the way” How could I tell her that she was all I thought about?
“Well you are a really nice guy and you should not let things stand in your way, if you want her let her know it. The lady will be very fortunate to have you.” Patti said looking deep into my eyes.
I reached up and brushed some hair from her face. She pressed her face into my hand and closed her eyes. Her action intrigued me, could she want my touch? I moved my hand down her face to her neck and onto her shoulder. Patti let out a slight moan and unconsciously opened her neck and shoulder to my advance.
I continued moving my hand down her arm and onto her waist. At this point I was at a crossroads, do I proceed to her hips and possibly cross a line or stop here. My mind was racing with indecision, as I pondered my next move Patti made it for me. I felt her soft hand take mine and move it slowly onto her hip, to which she raised.
I rubbed up and down her hip a few strokes and was consumed at this point. I had to feel her lovely ass. I slowly moved my hand back to her ass and was rewarded with a moan as she pushed her ass up higher. My cock filled with blood and at this point was erect like never before. I had forgotten about it until that moment and knew that Patti had to be fully aware of it as well. I looked down just as she moved her leg off of my hard cock and slowly slid her hand over it.
I could not help myself as I moaned and thrust my hips up, driving my hard cock into her hand. She tightened her grip around it and started to stroke it through my pants. I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead; Patti quickly raised her face and pressed her lips into mine. Our tongues were engaged in a dance, one trying to control the other.
After making out for a good five minutes Patti pulled back and asked if I could spend the night with her. I thanked the heavens above for blessing me with such a gift and quickly responded yes. With that she slowly made her way off the lounger, she said she was getting cold and would rather be in a warm bed. I followed her to her room.
Once inside she excused herself as she went to the bathroom. I sat in a chair next to the bed, I did not want to be like an over anxious pervert and be on the bed when she returned. When she came out she had removed the sun dress and had a robe on instead. As she approached me she asked if I was sure I wanted to spend the night.
I grinned and said, “Patti, I have dreamed of spending the night with you so many times. I am yours.”
With that she closed the gap between us and dropped her robe. My mind had not done justice to her beauty; her breasts where large and full with dark brown puffy areolas and hard nipples. Her belly was round and sexy the way it rested. Her pussy was shaved bald, except a little red strip of sparse hair.
She reached her hand out to mine and pulled slightly so I would get up. Once up she kissed me fully again on the lips. She pulled my shirt over my head and quickly undid my belt and zipper. It was as if she was possessed. She tore down my pants and boxers and I quickly stepped out of them. Her eyes became fixated on my hard cock. She reached down and cupped my balls in one hand and grasped my shaft in the other.
She stood there for a few moments like a child with a new toy; she did not know what she wanted to do with it first. I slowly moved toward the bed and pulled down the covers. I gently laid her in the bed and circled to the other side. She pulled the covers down so I could enter. The look in her eyes was that of pure lust. This beautiful woman’s desires and sexual needs had been ignored for way to long. You could feel the desire coming from her.
I lowered myself into the bed and moved slightly over her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips into mine. As we kissed I let my hand roam her naked body. Her full heavy breasts, down her lovely belly, and onto her love mound. As I pressed forward I felt her wetness. Her pussy lips were wide open and soaked in anticipation of pleasure.
As my fingers explored her sexual warmth she pressed her lips further into mine and moaned deeply. The feeling traveled straight to my hard cock, which was pressed deep into Patti’s thigh and hip. I slowly started to press it hard into her, making her press back letting me know just how much she wanted it inside of her.
I pulled my face from hers and told her to lie back and relax. I wanted her to enjoy this and not have to worry about doing a thing. She smiled the most genuine smile I had ever seen in my life and laid back. I kissed my lips down her neck, nibbling slightly. She bucked upward with each nibble. I reached up and cupped her left breast and lowered my lips to its nipple. As I engulfed her breast into my mouth she raised her chest to meet me. I gently nuzzled and sucked her breast. As I did so I felt a warm sweet liquid squirt into my mouth. I had not expected her breasts to be producing milk yet, but was pleasantly surprised to find they were.
The sensations from her breast had traveled to her pussy, as she was constantly bucking up and down as I milked her with my mouth. I rose up and took the right one in my mouth and emptied it as well. I looked into her eyes and saw a woman in full lust before me. The look on her face was screaming for me to please her, she totally belonged to me at that moment.
I kissed quickly on the lips and moved between her legs. I took my time as so not to hurt her. Once she had situated herself I lowered myself down the bed until my face was level with her swollen and wet love canal. I felt her hand brushing the top of my head, attempting to guide it to her most sensitive region. I moved forward and kissed the lips of her pussy. She jolted from the contact and took a deep heavy breath. I slowly began to flick my tongue around her juicy pussy, opening it completely exposing her heavenly hole and swollen clit.
I took my tongue and started to lick up from her hole to her clit, circle the clit and work my way back down to her hole again. While doing this Patti started to move her hips in the same rhythm I licked her pussy, pushing my head farther into her. After about 5 minutes her quite moans had turned loader and her moving hips had started to buck my face wildly. I knew she was close to exploding her first orgasm in god knows how long.
I slowly moved so I could touch her pussy as I licked it. I circled the hole with my index finger, getting it nice and wet with her juices. I moved my mouth over her clit and applied slight suction to it, she immediately rose up and moaned and I pushed my index finger gently into her hot tight pussy. I could not believe the warmth and how tight she was. Her pussy immediately started to squeeze and suck on my finger.
She began to pat me on the back of my head as she was bucking into my face. She started repeatedly saying “Oh god yes, Oh god it feels so good.” My finger by this time was at max depth and her clit felt as if it was going to explode.
After just a few seconds Patti pushed the back of my head forcefully into her clit and pressed up screaming “I’m Cummmmmmmmmming” over and over. Wave after wave of orgasms hit her. Her legs started to shake and her pussy was pulsating on my finger. She was trapped in an orgasmic wave for about 30 seconds. I removed my mouth from her clit, giving her some relief and allowing her to calm down.
I slowly removed my finger, rolled out from between her legs, and moved up in the bed. I asked her if she was alright, she quickly rolled toward me and said she had not felt this good in years. She laid her head on my chest, still breathing heavily. As she rested she took my extremely hard cock in her hand once again. The feeling was awesome. She slowly started to stroke it, causing me to buck slightly.
She looked up at me and told me it was my turn now and moved up on her hands and knees. She slowly kissed her way down my chest and stomach, the whole time never loosening her grip on my cock. Once down to my cock she rose up and looked at it up close, her warm breath teasing it. Without any coaxing she leaned forward and engulfed about half of my cock in her mouth. My cock is not the longest in the world, about 7 ½” erect, but is wide and thick.
She slowly started to work her mouth up and down on what she had in there. As she would go down on it she would work a little more into her mouth. After about 4 or 5 strokes I felt her lips wrap around the base of my shaft. She held it there, just inside her throat, and rocked her head back and forth while her tongue worked up and down and all around my shaft. The sensation was unbelievable, in all my years I had never felt a blow job this tremendous.
I was in sexual bless. I laid my head back and enjoyed the sensations Patti was providing me. Without knowing it I placed my hand on top of her head, I was about to explode and I guess she sensed it as she increased her rhythm of fucking me with her mouth. I told her I was about to cum and she looked at me her eyes saying it all. She wanted to feel me cum in her throat and mouth.
I could hold back no longer, I pushed upward to meet her rhythm. She never took her eyes off of me as felt my cum enter the shaft of my cock and work its way upward. I grabbed a handful of her luscious red hair and pressed upward shooting what felt like a gallon of cum down her throat. I felt her throat swallow as she was trying to keep up. She pulled back slightly just as the second blast started and I filled her mouth full.
She continued to swallow not losing a drop and never pulling my cock from her mouth. She continued to suck it even as it started to go limp. Once it had stopped pulsing she let it go and moved back up and laid her head on my chest yet again. I was still trying to catch my breath as she giggled at me and asked if I enjoyed myself. I told her it was the best feeling I had ever experienced in my life. She grinned and said I had not felt anything yet.
I discovered Patti was a sexual dynamo. She loved sex and had been cut off once her husband had found out she was pregnant. I asked “How long had it been since a he had had sex with her?”
“I am 6 ½ months pregnant so it has been at least 5 or more months” Patti said in a discussed tone.
“What the hell is wrong with him? If you were my wife you would never get any rest.” I said as I rolled her over and kissed her.
For the next few minutes we laughed about how stupid her husband was, we kissed, we caught our breath. Patti reached down and grasped my cock once again; she looked up at me and asked if I was going to give her pussy some of it. I do not know if it was the way she asked me or the way she was stroking my cock, but it came right to life. I had never been able to recover that fast before.
The look on Patti’s face showed how surprised and anxious she was about it. The look in her eyes fueled the fire in my cock; I could not wait to slide it in her hot pussy. She must have been thinking the same thing as she stared to pull on me to get between her legs. As I did so she started to move her hips in anticipation.
Since she had never let go of my cock as I moved over I let her line it up with her pussy. I pushed forward and felt the head push into her opening. Patti removed her hand and put both of them behind her head. I moved up slightly so I could get more leverage and put her legs so they rested on my chest and shoulders. I thrust forward, slowly sliding my cock into her moist tight hole. The feeling was indescribable, so hot, so tight, every sensory in my cock was being energized.
I pushed until my full length was engulfed in her warm pussy. I pulled her legs forward and thrust my cock in and out of her in a slow deep rhythm. With each thrust Patti would let out a deep erotic sigh. Her pussy sucked and milked my hard cock as it pushed in and out of her. We both were caught up in the sensations we were providing each other.
Patti started to plead “Fuck me Steve, oh god fuck me harder. “
I increased my pace and force I was applying. Patti’s response was immediate, her eyes rolled back in her head and her pussy gripped me even harder. The feeling was so intense; I had never felt anything grasp my cock so tight.
Patti was grunting and moaning by this time, repeated yelling YES. She had lowered her arms and had hold of my waste pulling me into her and controlling the tempo. All of sudden her eyes widened and she started to pull me into her with all her might she repeated yelled for me fuck her.
I started to drive it harder into her, but still held back as I did not want to hurt her, but the motion was enough. She erupted in a shower of orgasms, her pussy sprayed cum everywhere. Her body began to spasm and shake, she continued to groan, grunt, and moan as loudly as she could. The site was more than I could withstand.
She knew I was close and started to beg for me to cum in her. She reached up and took me by the face and begged “Fuck me baby, that’s it fuck me deep. Cum in my pussy baby, I want to feel your hot cum all inside me.”
I could not hold back any longer. With one last push I exploded into the back of Patti’s hot pregnant pussy. Wave after wave of cum spewed from my cock. I was completely lost in my orgasm. I was shaking as I feel back and to the side, trying to catch my breath. Patti rolled over and started kissing all over me, telling me she had never felt a man cum so hard for so long. Through my deep breathes I told her it was because of her and how great she is.
We both took our time to recover holding each other close. Patti started to cry as her head lay on my chest. I rose up and asked what was wrong. She told me “I have never felt anyone so in tune with me before. You seem to know what I need, when I need it, and give it to me exactly on queue. I do not want to scare you but I could easily fall in love with you. Actually I was already starting to and after what I just experienced I feel I will completely.”
She lowered her head, obviously not wanting to see if I was freaking out over her bold statement. I reached down and lifted her head. Her eyes were full of tears and hope, hope that she would hear what she so longed to from me.
I smiled at her and replied “Patti I have been in love with you since the first day I saw you. I want you to be a part of my life; I want you to be my lover for life.”
Patti started to glow. We spent the weekend enjoying each other’s company in and out of the bedroom. We have been together ever since. She gave birth to a beautiful little girl and later a little boy and another beautiful girl. I enjoyed those months of pregnancy sex just as much if not more than when she was not.

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Naruto: Slave for You Ch. 8

Isaribi woke up the next morning, a single blanket covering her naked form. She was startled for a moment and then remembered what had happened yesterday. She had been won in a battle and her ownership had changed to Naruto-sama. After the match, she had been taken to his apartment where she was given a place to sleep and then left alone so she could adjust. Like she could.
“Hello there,” said a voice behind her. Startled, Isaribi turned around to find Hinata standing behind her with something in her hand. The pale eyed girl bent down and handed her a bra and some panties. “I’m sorry about this, but please bear with us until Naruto-sama can take you shopping.”
“Where is Naruto-sama?” asked Isaribi quietly. Hinata smiled.
“He’s trying to find us a bigger home,” said Hinata. “He woke up earlier and went right to the Hokage to see if there was anything available. I mean, this place has become too small for four people. Also, we’ll need a bigger bed and…”
“How can you stand this?!” interrupted Isaribi as she stood up. “All we are to him are objects and sex toys! That’s the way it’s always been and always will be! I’m not even a real shinobi and look where I am! I’m a freak that some doctor used as his play thing and then made his slave!”
“But Naruto-sama is different,” said Hinata as she tried her best to calm Isaribi down. “I know that things have been hard for you but…”
“You know NOTHING!” screamed Isaribi. “You don’t know what it’s like to be taken from your home and experimented on. And then to have people treat you like a monster. I was raped almost every day and the only thing that got me by was a promise that someday he would turn me back. And then you Konoha-nins show up and I figured that maybe now my life can get back to normal.” Now tears were beginning to swell in her eyes. “But it only got worse. Because that doctor put this collar on me your people thought that I was a kunoichi and the one that wanted me was Kiba-sama. He said that if I didn’t submit to him then he would let his dog fuck me. I had to come to this village naked, except for these bandages, just treated like an animal and then part of a wager. And Naruto-sama is the same as him.”
“That’s not true!” yelled Haku as she entered the room. “Naruto-sama is nothing like that. I know because, even when he was breaking me, he was kind and gentle. He defended me; he gave me a home, and treats me with respect.”
“Isaribi-chan,” said Hinata softly. “Naruto-sama will understand you better than you might think.”
“No he can’t,” insisted Isaribi.
“Yes he can,” said Hinata. “He has been treated like a monster his entire life. You see, the day he was born he had the Kyuubi sealed inside of him.” At that, Isaribi’s eyes widened. “He may not look like it, but he has been treated like a monster. And so has Haku-chan because of her bloodline limit. Her own father tried to kill her. As for me, my family just see’s me as useless and was glad to be with me. But Naruto-sama, he doesn’t care. He’ll take you in regardless of how you look or how you were treated.” Hinata then crossed the short distance between them and, before Isaribi knew what was going on, began to kiss her deeply. She could feel Hinata’s tongue searching her mouth. She tried to take a step backwards, but she then pressed into Haku’s cools body which was right behind her. The ice users arms wrapped around her waist while she lightly began kissing Isaribi’s neck.
Isaribi moaned as Hinata placed a hand on her breast and slowly began to knead it. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling. It was so much different than the rough treatment that she had in the past. For them, she had been just a sex doll and focused on their own pleasure. But now, it was different. It was gentle, warm, and caring.
Hinata soon ended the kiss which caused Isaribi to pout a bit. However, Hinata just smiled as she began a trail of light kisses that lead straight to her breast. Hinata began to kiss around her nipple and then licked it lightly. Her warm breath caused it to harden. Soon Hinata took it all in her mouth, sucking on it like a baby. Haku was taking it up a notch as well. She had moved her hands lower and spread Isaribi’s legs. Slowly, she began to insert a finger into the fish girl’s pussy. Isaribi almost cried out as Haku slowly finger fucked her
This seemed to go on for hours as Isaribi stood there being pleasured. After a while Hinata moved to her other breast and Haku added another finger. Isaribi was slowly being pushed over the edge. The warmth inside her just kept building and building. And then…it stopped as both Hinata and Haku stopped what they had been doing. Isaribi wanted to cry out, but before she could Hinata began to lightly kiss her way downwards while Haku moved her hands upwards.
“What a pretty pussy,” said Hinata once she was in front of Isaribi’s pleasure hole. “And look at the way its dripping.”
“It’s because of what you two have been doing,” said Isaribi as Haku began to knead her breasts. Hinata said nothing as she began to lick her lower lips, lapping up the fish girl’s juices with vigor.
“How does it feel Isaribi-chan?” whispered Haku into her ear as she pinched Isaribi’s nipples. “How does it feel to have your slave sister lick your pussy?” A smile crossed her lips as Isaribi moaned loudly. “Just wait for Naruto-sama to get here. Can you imagine what it’ll be like? He’ll drive you wild as he rams his hard cock into the dripping pussy as you scream for more.” And with that, Haku began to lightly kiss her new sisters neck. Lightly at first, but soon she began to suck and nibble of her flesh
This proved to be too much for her. Without any warning, Isaribi came and came hard. Hinata’s entire face was soon drenched in cum as Isaribi’s legs gave out as she fell to the ground.
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It was later that night when Naruto finally got back. He had scouted several new places to stay from apartments to small houses and finally found one that fitted the bill. He had gotten a great deal on a two story house with a dojo. And the best part was he could move in tomorrow! Sadly, the reason he could afford it was because it was next to Gai’s home.
As Naruto entered his apartment, he was shocked to see Isaribi on the ground still naked. In fact, she didn’t even have her bandages on! He thought he gave Hinata and Haku something for her to wear! So, with a sigh, he went over to her and tried to nudge her awake. It took a few tries, but eventually she opened her eyes.
“Good evening,” said Naruto with a grin.
“Naruto-sama,” said Isaribi as her eyes widened. She looked down and saw that her bandages, the only things that kept the world from seeing her hideous body, were gone. “Please, don’t look at me?” Naruto blink.
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to see me like this,” she cried. Tears were running down her face. “I don’t want anyone to see me like this! I’m hideous!”
“I don’t think you are,” said Naruto. “In fact, I think you look kind of cute.” Isaribi seemed to calm down for a moment as she stared at Naruto who was simply grinning at her. She shook her head, as if trying to deny something. She then suddenly wrapped her arms around her master and hung on tight.
“If that’s true, then please make love to me,” she pleaded. “Show me the happiness that the others keep telling me about.” As if to seal the deal Isaribi kissed him. It was a light kiss but a kiss none the less. She had expected him to make up some excuse to say that tonight was not a good night for him and leave, proving that all men were alike especially around her. But instead, Naruto deepened the kiss catching the fish girl off guard as he press hard on her lips. She could feel his tongue on her lips, asking her permission to enter and she granted the request. Soon his tongue was all over the inside of her mouth. And as they kissed, Naruto began to undress, stopping only to take off his shirt. By the time he was naked, Isaribi’s face was green and red.
Isaribi looked down and saw his rock hard member. She reached out to touch it, but for some reason hesitated. She had seen them many times before, but they had always been forced into her pussy or mouth. This would be the first time she would ever touch one of her own free will.
“It’s ok,” said Naruto gently. “We can go slow if you want.”
“I’m fine,” she replied as she grabbed the cock. It felt hot to the touch and was warm. And it felt…right. For some reason, it just felt right to touch his cock. She then looked at Naruto and smiled as they began to kiss again while her hand began to pump Naruto’s cock. As their tongues played with each other, Isaribi began to jerk him off faster and faster. Suddenly Naruto broke off from the kiss as he shot his load all over Isaribi’s stomach.
For a while, they just stared at each other after that. Then, Naruto got on top of her causing Isaribi to land on the floor. He began to kiss her again, but this time he was rubbing his cock against her slit. Isaribi could help but moan into the kiss as Naruto also added his hand on her scale covered breast. With his hand he teased it, pinched it, and pulled on it causing her to go wild. No one had ever treated her like this, giver her this much pleasure. So much so that for the first time ever, she came all over Naruto’s cock.
“I’m going to put it in now,” he said as he stared into her eyes as she panted. Isaribi nodded and felt Naruto enter her. He was slow and gentle, making it feel so good with his long hard cock. Soon he began to thrust into her faster and faster, all the while staring at her face. Isaribi wrapped her arms and legs around him in order to keep her close and him from coming outside of her body.
“Oh Kami,” she cried out. “It feels so good Naruto-sama, it feels so good! Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” She felt herself cuming once more as her walls clenched around his cock, causing him to cum inside of her at the same time. For a while they just laid there, basking in each others warmth. Then, Naruto began to thrust again and Isaribi whimpered in pleasure.
Maybe being his slave wouldn’t be as bad and she thought.

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Trafficked Love Ch. 9

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

“SHARE ME”

Share Me
By Blueheatt
…. Janie was the one who wanted to be shared…..
… When she first told me about it, she said it was very, very secret. I got a hot rush immediately.
…That was just what my fantasy had been for a long time. My husband John had a friend Paul who I had sexual desires for. I had hot yearnings for him, for a long time.
…Paul was single, and the kind of guy that made me hot just looking at him. He was tall, wavy hair and just plain handsome. I would just look at him and picture him feeling my tits and kissing me with passion. I dreamed about him undressing me and getting on top of me and licking my pussy until I climaxed. I never made a move on him, but his eyes told me he may have a secret sexual interest in me. They seemed to look right through my clothes and I had caught him looking at my tits and daydreaming…I wondered what he was thinking. I wanted to find out, and this ‘wife sharing’ thing was just what I wanted to get with Paul.
… I had pretended that it was Paul on top of me instead of John, many times. Late at night I loved the risk of fingered my clit while thinking about Paul fucking me, right while John slept beside us. I then quietly took the finger I had rubbed on my clit with and sucked on it like it was Paul’s cock. I orgasmed every time. I ‘pretend’ fucked Paul every time I got the chance.
…The three of us all watched a porn video once and I got to see Paul get a big hardon. He tried to hide it and caught me looking at it and smiling at him. I had a great fingering orgasm in the shower later that night with my little boyfriend, “Mr. Shower Wand”. I had more orgasms during the night while John slept and snored.
… I pumped Janie for details of how the set up was.
…She started telling me how it all started. Her husbands friend Mark and her were highly attracted to each other. It started with a simple hand squeeze they did when her husband was outside. They stopped and next they were feeling more than hands in the hallway. Mark whispered: (..”does Ron share?”) Janie smiled, paused a minute and whispered back: (“Share…that’s it! I think I know a way he will.”)
… She told Mark what she was going to do ahead of time. She had found out her husband had a girl on the side, so that day, she confronted him with a deal. She said: ( in front of Mark) “Mark and I want you to share me with Mark. You do your ‘thing‘ and we‘ll do ours. We don‘t really want to sneak around and have an affair behind your back. ”
…Her husband knew he was found out, and agreed to the deal. Now he could go and have his affair without the fear of being caught. They all agreed on it and set these terms. Janie would go to Marks place whenever she wanted, and hubby would go see his girlfriend whenever he wanted.
….That night Janie headed over to Marks and her husband headed for his girlfriends.
…Janie tried to describe what it was like to have the freedom to have sex with Mark for the first time…she had to sit down as she got out of breath. She looked into space and just said: “Awesome Lisa…mind blowing awesome. I got to have new and fresh sex….I….we‘ve.. done new things…..” She just smiled and stared into space.
.. “Janie, hold those stories! I have to leave, but we’ll get together again for more.” I said.
… I didn’t need to hear anymore as my pussy began to pulse and was get soaked. Her story made me so hot I had to go home and take one of my ‘finger’ showers. I sat on the shower floor with my legs up on the wall and let the warm water flow on my clit. Now ‘I’ was getting some of that ‘awesome’ too.
…Damn, her situation was way different than mine. My husband John doesn’t cheat and he would never share me…I don’t think…
….That was how I left it, but then I talked to John about …hidden desires that night. I told him people have them but keep them suppressed. He smiled big and said: “You have them, and…so do I. My family would go crazy if hey knew what I’d really like to do. ” I was highly interested in just what he’d ’really like to do’. It seems he had a deep hidden desire to have sex with our once a week house keeper Gina. She was a very cute girl and very sexy. She really liked John and once secretly ask him if he had a girlfriend on the side. He said he told her no, he didn’t do that. She said if he ever changed his mind, to let her know, because she would love to have sex with him.
…My mind went crazy trying to think of a ’deal’ we could make to both kind of ’share’ us with another person. I approached it with a ’what if’ kind of a deal.
…I snuggled up to him and whispered: (“..what if…. we allowed a ’sharing’ of us …oh say once and a while. We could ’try’ it and see if it would work. We wouldn’t be cheating because we would be fully aware of what the other person was doing.” He laid his head back on the pillow and stared into space. He had to be thinking of fucking that housekeeper, all young with her hot body. He began to smile. He turned to me and said: “I bet I know who you’ll like to be shared with.” I didn’t say a word, to see if he could guess. “He said: “Ron.” I couldn’t hide my smile and said: “I won’t lie to you, but ’yes’, it would be him.” He said: “I know Ron real well and he’s cool. I bet he’ll go for it too. Do you want to approach him, or shall I?” I said: “Let me feel him out on the idea. If he’s a ’go’ I’ll tell him to talk to you to verify the deal…Ok?” We agreed and agreed that also, we could fantasize about them while we had sex at times. A deal was struck. He would accept Gina’s offer to have sex with him.
… After that heart stopping deal, we were both really turned on. We attacked each other and then turned out all the lights.
…We fantasized we were with our new selected lovers and just let the fantasies flow. I pretended Ron was on top of me and kissing my tits as John did it. He pretended he was sucking on Gina’s young tits and was in his own heaven. He next went down to my pussy and licked it like it was the young girl. I felt like it was Ron’s tongue in my pussy.
….It was a ‘major‘…turn on for both of us. We hadn’t been this horny since we fucked in the backseat of the car at the grocery story one time.
…I turned and got his cock in my mouth as he licked my pussy good. I pretended it was Ron’s cock and began to suck it fast. He pulled my legs around his head and sucked on my clit like it was the first one he ever sucked on. We were making each other hotter than ever. We rolled, turned, licked, kissed, and finally he put his cock in me. We didn’t last long as my legs were pushed up and my legs were being slapped by his body fucking me. This was great but then… out of my mouth came, (“..fuck me Ron…fuck me good baby.”) he replied instantly. (“..Gina you feel so hot in your pussy…”).
…This had really enhanced our sex together. Pretending to fuck our chosen lovers, with a big ‘go’ from our spouses. I couldn’t wait to let Janie know, I too was being shared with a man I choose…
…Wednesday was the day Gina came, and I made sure I was leaving when she came. I smiled at her and all I said was: “You two have a great time.” She smiled big as her and John had already talked on the phone and set the deal with my approval. I couldn’t wait to hear how it went while I went to….Ron’s apartment. John and I both talked to him and he was mega all for it. This was our first meeting.
…The second that door closed we were at each other. We mumbled between kissing and panting for air how we had only fantasized about us ever getting together. We stripped us naked right in the front room. He picked me up and carried me to his bed. I think my pussy started dripping right then.
…It was the first time since I got married that another man was making love to me. It was exciting and still it had that ‘risky’ feeling to it.
… We started in completely different that John and I. He licked me in new places and I licked his rock hard on. It was a little bigger than Johns, but who was keeping track. I moaned new things to him. “Take me Ron, take all you want…hold me down and fuck me hard baby.”
… I had always want to say these thing to John but we just didn’t. Ron was strong and rolled me over and fingered my pussy rough from behind. He grabbed my hips and pulled them up and in went his warm cock. He leaned over and said: “Tell me how good that feels…tell me how hot is makes you, fuck back with me…yeah that’s it Lisa. You’re my private pussy now, so get ready for the fucking of you life.”
…John had never talked to me this way and it was exciting me like a school girls first fuck. I said: “Will you be my boyfriend for ever and ever?” He rolled me over and smiled. He said: “Is this your first time girl? I’ll just have to teach you all about sex, it looks like.”
…It was our ’first time’ and it had that same exciting feeling to it. I whispered: (“..yes, it’s ’our’ first time, so lets fuck and quit talking.” We didn’t talk anymore, just moaned and gasp for air. We got each other excited, as the sexual high went up and up. I felt so damn good to have variety in sex as I let him play with me. I was in a happy, sexually crazed mood He started rolling me all over like a rag doll, fucking me this way and then that way as I was helplessly enjoying it all. He had sexual energy and he was going to make this first time one to remember for us both.
…He put my legs out and licked his way up to my tits. He kept going until I felt his cock enter my waiting pussy. I finally felt his cock slide in me. I clamped him up like steel trap. He moaned as I ground hard on his cock. I just had to whisper: (“..you better fuck me good and hard.”)
…With that we became a fucking machine. With us both fucking as hard and fast as we could, his bed started to shake hard. I dug my fingers in his back and moaned..”…fuck me Ron, harder baby…deeper baby make me cum hard.”
…I don’t even know where that kind of talk came from, but I liked saying it for change. I watch his face get red as I felt a mega climax building in me. About the third slow and final thrust and his cock exploded in me. I felt his cum shot all the way to the back of my pussy. I loved feeling his cum blast in me. I started squirting out of control as my climax hit me and I couldn’t stop shaking for a minute. He let out a moan like a lion, and just kept right on fucking me hard. I locked him up with my legs and arms.
I trembled as I had the longest climax of my life….

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The Fisherman & The Mermaid-Chap. 1 & 2

This is a long story of adventure and romance that I have broken into parts to make it easier to read and more manageable. It is typical of my stories, ie. it’s a story with sex, sort of like couples porn. It takes a while to get started so please have patience.
CHAPTER 1
I have many fond memories of learning to fish with my parents. They had a summer place—just a small rectangular bungalow with no ceilings and old beat up furniture–on the north shore of Long Island back in the day when there was nothing there but potato farms and woods. I remember my mom driving more than a dozen miles to the nearest supermarket and going to the beach every day seeing absolutely nobody in either direction as far as you could see.
I started fishing with a drop line, copying my mom’s style—she refused to use a rod and reel. We were thrilled to catch little sand sharks and porgies, or blowfish in the spring when the water was too cold to even stand in. Later, as I grew older, I had my own spinning reel and casting rod. A small rowboat made it possible for us to fish in areas unreachable from shore. We only had a 5 HP motor on it, but it got us where we needed to go—slowly, but we did get there eventually. My teenage friends and I got better and smarter, catching tons of flounder and blackfish in the spring and porgies and fluke in the summer. Unfortunately, we usually missed the fall blackfish run due to our school obligations.
Now as a single adult I had my own boat. I bought it for peanuts last fall from a guy who hadn’t used it for years. The convertible lounge seats were all chewed up by squirrels and the deck had a few holes in it. The motor, a 150 HP Mercury—well, who knew if it would even run? This became my winter project. I ripped out the seats, the marine carpeting and eventually, the deck. It was all worthless junk. I installed a new deck of half-inch marine plywood, screwing it in place with stainless screws. I clad the deck in fiberglass, glued down new carpeting and replaced the old seating which was too low with captain’s chairs that would swivel and turn. I could fish from them whether I was anchored or drifting.
I had to wait for fairly warm weather to clean up the exterior—I took care of that job during my Easter vacation—I’m a junior high science teacher. Then, using a recommendation from the head of maintenance in our school district, I took the engine to a mechanic. As I guessed it was useless. The mechanic offered me a rebuilt engine for mine and $2,000. I took the deal. He could use the old engine for parts and I got a decent, if smaller at 125 HP, but working engine. He even threw in a one-year warranty on it.
Now I was ready to fish. It was Memorial Day weekend and it’s early—6:00 a.m. when I rise. I hooked the trailer to my truck last night and loaded my rods, tackle, and plenty of ice and soda in the cooler. I drove to the nearest deli for a Number 1 Special—two fried eggs and bacon on a hard roll with butter and salt/pepper. I bought a large bottle of OJ and a Virginia ham sub for my lunch.
My next stop was the bait shop where I picked up a dozen sand worms, some heavy duty Virginia hooks
and a bunch of sinkers. I was fishing for blackfish; they live in rocky areas where they eat stuff like crabs and barnacles. It was really easy to get hung up in the rocks and lose your tackle, so it paid to have lots and lots extra.
I drove the short distance to the boat ramp in Port Jefferson—it’s a great facility with four ramps and parking for about a hundred cars and trailers. It took me about ten minutes to drop the boat in the water, park, and return to start the engine. It was really reassuring to hear it purr as I backed out from the dock and turned into the channel. The speed limit is 12 mph and it’s closely monitored by the county cops so I was very careful while I was in the harbor. It gave me a chance to eat my breakfast and relax in my new captain’s chair where I could see clearly through the windshield and all around for safety. In about ten minutes I was finished with my egg sandwich as I drove between the stone breakwaters into Long Island Sound. One of the things I love about the Sound is that it is almost always calm—not lake calm, but pretty damned close. This morning there was only a slight chop with wavelets that couldn’t have been more than an inch or two high. “Perfect for fishing,” I thought out loud. Too bad I’d never get the chance.
I rammed the throttle forward, lifting my old Thunderbird tri-hull onto plane as I headed west toward Crane’s Neck, home of about a thousand big rocks and some huge blacks. I pulled out about a half-mile to avoid any submerged boulders and was about to turn back toward land when a glint of yellow caught my eye about two to three miles out. There are lots of colors on the water, but yellow isn’t one of them. I changed course, screaming toward the color at almost forty miles per hour. I’ll say one thing for the tri-hull—it ran great. It went right onto plane and held it easily, the bow only about six inches higher than the stern.
I was about a mile away and closing fast when I realized it was a boat wreck I was approaching. Pulling out my binoculars I thought I could see someone clinging to the wreckage. The water at this time of year was cold, probably not more than 55 degrees, so a person in the water for any period of time was facing a really bad case of hypothermia. I cut the engine to a slow crawl when I got within a hundred feet. The bow of the wreck was just above the water level and a young woman was hanging on for her life, her clothing soaked by the action of the tiny waves. As I approached it seemed that the boat was sinking. It was noticeably lower in the water when I pulled up and stopped.
Using the boat hook I grabbed under her arm and pulled her closer to the boat. I knew anyone suffering from hypothermia would be unable to climb into my boat or even assist in any way. Straddling the side I grabbed her shirt, dropped the hook to the deck, and pulled her up with both hands. She wasn’t heavy, but she was dead weight and her clothes were sodden. Once I was able to get her hips onto the gunwale the rest was easy. I levered her down to the deck.
I rubbed her face telling her, “Hold on, I’ll call the police. They’ll get you to a hospital.”
I wasn’t expecting much of a response under these circumstances, but she looked up at me and whispered, ”Please…no…police…no…police.” Don’t ask me why I listened to her. For all I knew she could have been delirious. I pulled my knife—I keep it razor sharp for filleting—and cut up the back of her shirt. I cut off her bra. I had to get her out of the wet clothing. Diving into the tiny cuddy cabin, I pulled out the sweatshirt I keep there for emergencies. I shrugged her into it. Next I pulled off her shoes, slacks, and panties. I didn’t have any sweatpants but I did have a rubber rain suit. I pulled the much-too-big overalls over her, fastening the straps over her shoulders. The jacket followed. The rubber outfit had fantastic insulating properties and getting her warm was the number one priority. I pulled her into the tiny cabin which was almost seven feet long, but only three feet high. I wrapped her body in an old beach blanket and headed home. In the few minutes I had been on the wreck site the boat had slid beneath the surface. I entered the Latitude/Longitude as a waypoint into my GPS in case I needed the location in the future.
CHAPTER 2
I moved the idling engine into “Forward” and accelerated as I reversed my earlier course back to the harbor. Cruising at twelve mph in the harbor was maddening but there was nothing I could do. A speeding ticket would cost $200 and sitting around while they wrote the ticket would take even longer than poking along. I found a place at the dock, ran to my truck and backed down. It took me only minutes to winch the boat onto the trailer. Now I had a dilemma—it’s illegal to transport anyone in any kind of trailer, but I didn’t want to draw unwanted attention to my guest. I left her there while I tied the boat down and returned home.
Critical minutes later I pulled into the driveway, ran back to the boat, and pulled her out of the cabin. She was barely conscious. I sat her on the gunwale while I jumped down and let her fall into my arms. I carried her to the door, unlocked it and ran inside. I stopped in the bathroom and filled the tub. Most people would assume that hot water would be needed, but I knew that warm was better—just as long as it was almost 100 degrees Fahrenheit. I stripped her again, ignoring her breasts, pussy, and the rest of her body. I eased her into the tub. Seconds later I realized that this wasn’t going to work—she was too weak to hold herself up. Cursing my stupidity I stripped out of my shoes, socks, and jeans before pulling my t-shirt over my head. I slipped into the tub with her in only my boxers, sitting behind her, my arms around her waist.
We sat in the tub for more than an hour as I refilled the tub regularly and talked to her. Try talking nonstop to a stranger for an hour—go ahead! I was talking about everything from the baseball season—I’m a Yankee fan—to what was going on in my school, to politics, to anything I could think of. I knew she was coming around when she gasped, “What the fuck are you talking about? Who the hell are you and why are you in this tub with me?”
“Well,” I replied, “I’m just saying anything that comes to mind to try to keep you awake. Second, I’m Pete. This is my house. I’m a teacher in a nearby junior high, and I’m here with you saving your life even though I’d rather be out fishing. That’s where I was heading when I found you clinging to your boat. I’m getting up now. Can you keep yourself from drowning?” She nodded so I got up, dropped my boxers, dried off, and dressed before returning to her with some of my clothes.
Kneeling next to her I spoke, “Let’s get you out of here, dressed, and into bed. No, I’m not leaving you here to do it—you’re too weak—besides I’ve already seen everything there is to see. The tub is a great way to get your core temperature back to normal, but being in the water for too long will actually harm you, just like staying in a Jacuzzi too long.” When she looked at me crazily I continued, “I’m a science teacher. I know lots of useless stuff like that. Let’s get you out and dry. C’mon.”
I helped her up and sat her on the edge of the tub while I dried her with a fluffy towel. I helped her into a pair of warm sweatpants and sweatshirt. They were much too big for her, but they were the best I could do at the moment. I tucked her into bed with a couple of pillows to support her. “I think you’ll be OK now, but I want to take your temperature. Luckily for you I have one of those things you stick in a person’s ear. My only other one is a rectal.”
She chuckled, “Promises, promises.” I joined her in laughing as I pushed the device into her ear. It “pinged” seconds later, “93.2,” I told her, “That’s not too bad, considering. Want to tell me what happened and why you don’t want the police involved?
“I’d just as soon skip my name for now, if you don’t mind. It’s enough to know that I was out with my boyfriend. We were going out to Mystic—that’s in Connecticut, you know.” I nodded both to show I knew and that I wanted her to continue. “My boyfriend gambles, or maybe I should say gambled, because I’m sure he’s dead. He owed a fortune to these gangsters and he had no way to pay them. We were in the middle of the Sound when a speedboat caught up with us. They forced their way on board and locked me in one of the cabins. Then I heard shooting—lots of shooting—and about twenty minutes later I saw water coming into the cabin. Luckily, there was a fire extinguisher, a big one, in with me. I swung it at the door and eventually broke the lock. By then the water was up to my ankles and the boat was tilting. It was all I could do to climb up to the front hatch. I climbed out onto the bow and waited…and waited. It was dark and there was no sign of the other boat. I couldn’t look for my boyfriend—the boat was mostly underwater. All I remember is how cold I was. Then you came. Thanks for saving me. I really appreciate it. Boy—does that sound lame.”
“I don’t think that thanking someone is ever lame or stupid, and you’re welcome. I think you should stay here in bed today. I have another bedroom and I can sleep there tonight. I’ll go now and make you some chicken soup. It’s homemade in my freezer so I’ll have to defrost it. That’ll help warm you. I can bring it to you in here, so just relax. Here’s the remote—watch TV if you want.” I left her alone, defrosted and heated my homemade soup in the microwave and carried a full bowl on a tray along with a cup of hot tea. I set it on a table next to the bed and helped her to reposition the pillows.
She sipped the soup, nibbled the chicken chunks and ate the rice. “This is really good. Your mom make it?”
“No, Mom died four years ago—cancer. She smoked like a chimney her entire life and wouldn’t stop, even after she was diagnosed—she could be such a stupid woman. She was 57. My dad’s also dead—heart attack at work. I’m the only one left of my whole family. I had an older brother—he died in Iraq—one of those damned IED’s–you know–homemade bombs. I made the soup. I’m single so I have to cook or go out and that’s too expensive to do every night. I really prefer turkey soup, but how often can I have a turkey? Ever think about turkey for one? I’d have it every day and every night for a couple of months, at least.” She shared my laughter.
“Marta.”
“Huh?”
“Marta, my name’s Marta. I was born in what used to be called Czechoslovakia, but my parents moved here when I was three. I grew up in New York City and attended college there. I’m a commercial artist, or I was. I don’t know if I could ever go back to work. I’m afraid they’d kill me. They tried once.”
I was thinking; Marta almost interrupted me once but apparently thought the better of it. “I think we should go boating tomorrow. I’m a certified scuba diver. I can dive on the boat and see if I can find out anything, but you’ll have to go with me—I’m sorry. It’s not safe to dive by yourself. I can’t trust anyone to go down with me so it will have to be you in the boat as my support. It’s the only way we can get some answers and try to figure out what happened.”
“Isn’t the water too cold? You could wind up like me.”
“No, I have a wet suit. It lets the water in, but quickly warms it to body temperature. I’ve worn it in the middle of winter without too much trouble. I’ll get everything out into the boat and that reminds me—my lunch is out there and what’s left of your clothes. Sorry, but I had to cut your shirt off. I’ll wash your slacks and dry them.” I jumped up and carried my gear bag to the boat. On the way in I carried my worms, my lunch, and Marta’s clothes. The lunch and worms went into the refrigerator; I turned the washer on, dropped in her clothes along with a bunch of mine and carried my scuba tanks to the boat, tying them to the rear starboard side cleat. I locked the regulator, wetsuit, and my rods in the cabin. The whole job took me about twenty minutes. When I returned to the bedroom Marta was gone. “I’m in the bathroom, OK?”
“No, I expect you to go in my sweatpants and my bed…of course it’s OK.” When she came out I took her hand, leading her on a tour of my small house. “I bought this with the money I inherited from my parents and got when my brother was killed. It’s the only decent thing that resulted from their deaths.” I showed her the other bedroom, the living room, and the eat-in kitchen. “That’s it, other than the yard. I’m at the end of a long road. The nearest neighbor is more than a quarter mile away. I’ve had a bit of trouble with burglars and vandals because I’m so isolated so there’s a perimeter alarm system and then there’s this–I opened the closet in the small bedroom—a room I used mainly as an office. I opened the sliding doors to reveal my gun collection. Locked in place were an assortment of rifles and shotguns along with a .44-Magnum revolver and two 9mm’s—a Glock and a Beretta.
Under the display panel were several drawers of ammunition. “These have special magnetic locks,” I continued, “you can’t see them, but they’re there and almost impossible to break. They open by thumb print, like this.” I held my thumb up to a tiny glass panel and a small unobtrusive LED turned green. I pulled off a .30-.30 lever action Winchester. “Maybe we should take this with us tomorrow in case we have visitors. Don’t worry…I know how to use it. My brother wasn’t the only Marine in our family.” I opened the drawer below and pulled out a box of ammo. I set both at the front door so we wouldn’t forget them. I returned to the bedroom, removed the Glock, a canvas belt holster, and a box of waterproofed ammo. When Marta gave me a questioning look I told her, “Can you shoot? No, I didn’t think so. I’ll carry this when I dive. The water’s shallow—only about 30 feet. I’ll be connected to you by a thin line. If anyone approaches you’ll pull on it five times quickly. I’ll surface and assess the situation. I think we’ll have a few rods in the water as a cover so I doubt anything will happen, but I believe in being prepared.”
I returned her to the bed, tucked her in and we talked and talked. I told her about my life—how I had graduated college and entered the Marines, gone to advanced training, and then to Afghanistan and Iraq as a specialist. I was discharged when my brother was killed. I had seen some action and even killed some insurgents. I didn’t tell her that I had been a sniper; the long rifle in my closet was one some unknown sniper had used way back in World War II. It still worked perfectly. I had sighted it in a few months ago. I had fired it at the burglars, but over their heads. I had thought about getting a dog, but I didn’t want to be tied down, at least not quite yet. I explained that I had been teaching at the local junior high and that I loved working with the kids—not so much with their parents. When asked I told her I was 29.
Marta told me about her life—she was 27—growing up in the city with immigrant parents who were more than old fashioned, about trying to date when they thought that kind of socializing was for harlots. I told her I could identify with the problem. There were lots of first generation Asian kids in my school and they often complained about their parents’ archaic views. We kept on talking until dinner when I suggested I grill some burgers. I told her I was glad for the company, and I was.
I make some great burgers. Each one is about a third of a pound and I always load on the cheese. We each ate two along with some potato salad and cole slaw I had bought at the deli yesterday. After dinner I took her to the mall, buying her some shorts, tops, bras, and sneakers. She wore an old set of flip-flops which we threw in the trash. She wore some of the new stuff, placing my sweats in the store bag. We went to bed when we got home—we were both tired. It was a long and exhausting day.
Before bed I asked about her family. “Do you want to phone them? They probably think you’re dead. On the other hand they’ll undoubtedly talk—tell others—and then if someone tried to kill you they may try again.” We agreed not to call for the time being. It was a tough decision, but the right one.
I had been in the spare bedroom about twenty minutes when I heard a whisper, “Peter, are you awake?”
“What’s the matter, Marta,” I replied.
“I’m afraid. Will you sleep with me?” This was an invitation I could not refuse. I had gotten to know some Czech women during a leave I’d spent in Prague and I thought they were really hot. Marta fit that description to a “T.” She was tall—maybe five feet nine inches—and slender with a tight ass and narrow hips. Her breasts were a B-cup–at least that’s what her bra said. I followed her to the bed and climbed in beside her. She snuggled up to me, her ass tight rubbing against my rising erection. “If you do that you’re going to get quite a reaction from me.”
“Good, I’ve been feeling a bit guilty about not thanking you properly.”
“Marta, you’re alive and healthy. That’s all the thanks I need. Let’s go to sleep. We have to get up early.” I closed my eyes and…felt Marta’s hand on my cock. I groaned as my hand found its way to her breast. It was firm and hot, the nipple erect. Marta turned and we kissed—it was wonderful. That’s the only way I could describe it. Her lips were soft and sweet, her tongue inquisitive. I cupped her ass as she threw a leg over mine, baring her pussy to me. She guided my cock to her slit, rubbing it up and down several times before finding her clit. It was hard and very hot. She rubbed my tip into her clit until I felt her shudder; she came quickly, flooding my cock and abdomen as well as the shorts I usually wore to bed.
Marta rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips as she slowly lowered herself onto my erection. I know I should have stopped and grabbed a condom, but at that moment it was the farthest thing from my mind. All I wanted was to fuck this gorgeous woman who obviously wanted me as much as I wanted her. She began to ride me, my seven-inch cock deep in her body, as she rubbed her clit into me with increasing force and speed. “Play with my tits, Peter…please. Rub them and squeeze them…hard. I need to be hurt. It will help me cum.”
I rolled those big hard nipples between my fingers, twisting them, knowing I was hurting this beautiful woman—knowing I was giving her exquisite pleasure, as well. She threw her head back and screamed non-stop for almost twenty seconds as her body shook uncontrolled by mind or muscle. The sight of her enduring her orgasm triggered my own. I drove my cock deep into her, lifting her almost two feet up from the bed as I bathed her womb in baby making cream again and again. On and on we went until we could go no more. She collapsed on top of me; I collapsed into the bed. I kissed her cheek and her hair as I prayed I’d have the chance to do this again.

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