A Weekend Alone

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Part 4 -- Introductions begin The scheming men were pleased to see Cheryl arrive for supper wearing only heels, her next to nothing sheer robe and rhinestone collar and leash. She was beyond blushing and smiled radiantly at the three. "Damn girl, you are an incredible sight!", said James. He enveloped her in his massive arms and body and gave her a very wet and very deep kiss. James chuckled to himself, "This bitch is going to make me a ton of money. She is so far into this already she has no idea what lies ahead." Cheryl melted into his arms and responded equally aggressively. Her mind was a whirl. Making those phone calls to Bill and to work had somehow sent her into a sexual frenzy of anticipation reflecting how well she had been used in the last twenty-four hours. She was quivering in anticipation of what might come next. Any lingering effects of wine and cannabis had long disappeared. Cheryl was totally into the feelings racing through her. Her new reality ex...

(This one is a short one that continues what happened at the high rise. Thank you for reading.) I woke up a few hours later after our hot fuck in the high rise. As I looked next to me, I saw her beautiful form laying there peacefully. I slid out of bed to grab some water. I took a long drink before refilling the glass. As I thought about the last few days, I smiled. I never thought after losing my wife to cancer that I would be happy again. I thought about the offer I made to her a few days ago for her to move in with me. I started to debate whether to bring it up again or not. I decided to wait on it just to see what she was thinking. I slid back into bed beside her and kissed her forehead. I could feel her hands sliding up my body as I pulled back. I loved her hands. They were the right combination of softness and roughness. I started rubbing her back before an idea crossed my mind. I reached into my luggage and found what I was looking for. I then carefully took her hand and cuffe...

He woke up the next morning under the covers between the two of them. His head was a little fuzzy and it took him some time to come round. To his left Mrs. Smith was sound asleep, her uncovered chest rhythmically rising and falling. When he looked to his right he found Anya awake and smiling at him. "Good morning." She said quietly. "Good morning to you too." he replied. "That was some night we had eh." she said. "I had a really good time." "Me too." He told her recalling the events of the previous night. "I loved fucking your big cock." As she said it he felt her fingertips on his cock under the covers, playing over it and gliding up and down its shaft. Her soft touch had his cock and arousal growing rapidly. The unseen fingers curled around him and began ever so slowly stroking him. Fuck, he wanted her again. Feeling his readiness and need for her cunt, she moved onto her back and opened her legs. Still under the covers an...

Good Enough to Eat Sarah was off in her own little world, simply trying to regain herself after her bout of passion with the best asset ever! She could feel the warmth of Chuck's semen still inside her. She'd never admitted it out loud, but Sarah had a bit of a creampie fetish. It was a fetish Sarah didn't get to explore often, as she refused to trust the men she worked with, out of an abundance of caution. She didn't want to get any diseases by letting just anyone fuck her bareback, so even though she'd had her tubes tied, she insisted on the use of condoms. The real impetus for getting her tubes tied years ago had been a pregnancy scare she'd had with her first real boyfriend, a rookie CIA agent named Patrick Jakes; they got caught up in the moment after a rough mission and just tore each other's clothes off. When it was all over and he was exploding inside of her, she orgasmed harder than she'd ever orgasmed before. In the moment, Sarah had never ex...

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** This is the second chapter of The Squeeze series. If you have not read the first chapter, please go back and read it before continuing. Please leave comments as that is how I can improve my stories. This is a work of fiction, and all characters are over the age of 18. I awoke to the sensation of flight, total blackness, and pain. I shivered in the windy, cold air, still naked and uncovered. As the fog cleared from my brain, I began to remember what had happened. I had been Tased by a V Trooper when they discovered our hiding place. The blackness was from a thick canvas bag that had been placed over my head and zip-tied in place around my neck. The flight sensation was accompanied by the loud sound of helicopter blades slicing through the air. In our ardor, Gwen and I had forgotten to close the hatch on the roof of our hiding place. We had fallen asleep in each other's arms with it open giving ...