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It had been one Hell of a day. My job takes me to a lot of places. Unfortunately not many of them are what you would call exotic or really even picturesque. I am a discipline engineer for a John Major firm that specializes in the food industry. Because of that nigh of my body of work takes place in Podunk Hollow Ithiel Town where caryopsis elevator are the tallest structures, and the odour of whatever processing facility is there dominates your senses. Imagine my surprise when my boss sent me the travelling dossier for my next trip-up and the destination was Chicago, IL. I called him to seduce for certain that he had not made a misunderstanding. He laughed and told me not to get too excited, I hadn't seen the land site.
When I arrived at the works, I found that the only glamorous parting of this job was the name of the company. Princeton Priceless Products was in an old rundown construction on the wrongly English of boodle. I found a motel that looked like a place where I was less potential to be murdered in my sleep and checked in. The hotel was old and the piece of furniture and décor was tired and worn out. The bed felt a small like a box of rocks, and the bed clothes smelled like they had been on the bed for weeks. Such was my lot in life story. I had grown accustomed to these facility, and had learned that a good bottle of Vodka had an amazing way of making anything ok.
When I knocked off for the day, I headed for a diner not far from my hotel and sat in a booth near the waitress post figuring I might meet a lonesome gal who would prize a courteous tip and possibly could provide him with some company when her shift ended. Try as I may, I was unable to get any of the three girls waiting the mesa to give me as much as steering to go to hell. I finished my meal, egg over medium, sausage, hasheesh browns and whole straw toast. I ate this meal as many as three times a day. It may have been boring, but few people could fuck up basic breakfast. I still left a nice tip, took one last look at the redheads gracious set of nipple and headed for the hotel. Just down the street from hotel was a small-scale bar where I thought I might try again on the delegation to secure some, if not exempt, comfortably affordable companionship for the even. The bar was quiet, mostly empty except for a few Guy with probably the Sami delegacy as mine and two couples who had had more than they could handle. The women were trying to get the men to leave and the men were basically telling them to go fuck off. From the audio of the conversation they had been United States Army buddies who had met with their old outfits at a reunification. They were a picayune loud at times but considering their age, around mid-forties, they seemed to be doing mulct. The woman were frustrated and wanted to leave. Finally after a lot of bitching, the men called for the check and they moved toward the threshold together. Both men were having bother standing. They must receive had a lot to drink. The taller of the two women said she would beat back and they left. I decided it was time for me to leave also.
I walked out to the parking lot and found the two women trying to get the men into their car. The minivan had sliding doors on both sides and the fair sex had them open trying to assist their drunken husbands into the back seat. After they had the men in the car, the shorter woman, an attractive but plain Aythya americana, climbed into the passenger's face rear. The taller little girl, a slender brunet walked around to the driver's slope."I'll cliff you all off at your hotel first,"she said climbing behind the wheel."Maybe if we drive them around a little they may sober up some."The other woman offered"Ralph's gone. You're going to have to serve me get him to the room."The former man bellowed,"I'll help you get him into the room. He's my buddy."And with that he passed out in the back can. The women looked at one another and shook their header in disgust.
I watched as they pulled out of the lot and turned in the centering opposition of my hotel. poor broads, I thought, they come all the way to Newmarket to let some fun with their husband and end up babysitting a match of immature drunks. That was just sad. I drove past my hotel and down the road to another bar, hoping to better my destiny. Apparently, this neighborhood was where all the people who wanted to get wassail and pass out went to expend their eve. I stayed about an 60 minutes, having a few swallow and talking with the mixologist, who was nice, but not my type. He would accept been fine if I had been gay, but alas, the straight daemon had possessed me yet again and I was forced to return to the hotel without escort.
As I entered the lobby, I heard a commotion in the elevator vestibule. When I got there I saw the tall slender brunet and her badly sloshed hubby trying to get into the elevator."Goddammit, Paul,"she blurted out,"Try to abide up, you asshole."Her husband was sliding down the wall unable to walk into the car. She looked at me with pleading eyes."Can you help me ?"she asked. I slipped behind her married man and lifted him up by his armpits. I looked at her and told her to push the trading floor button for their floor. When we reached the fourth storey the car stopped and she indicated that this was their occlusion. I moved him out of the car and threw him over my shoulder."trail on"I told her. She led me to the door of their room and said"I can get him from here. Thank you so much for helping me."Her face was pretty ; she had full rim, high cheek bones and the most amazing violet eyes. Her brunet hair framed her boldness with soft wavy roll that seemed to glisten in the pale sparkle of the hallway."Oh no Ma'am,"I said,"You can't lift him, and he isn't walking anywhere tonight."
She opened the door and held it as I walked in and threw her husband down onto the bed."Thank you so often"the char said"He just had too often to drink."And then she added bitterly,"As usual."“ It wasn't any trouble at all."I told her and turned to leave alone.
"Could you maybe help me get him undressed ?"she surprised me with this request, but I figured, ‘ What the Hell, I'm not doing anything anyway.'“ Sure,"I said and turned to help her deal his pants off. She wrestled his shirt over his head and pushed him over on his side. When she did his flaccid prick fell out of the fly of his underdrawers."motherfucker,"she choked out as she reached and roughly put it back into his shorts."Well hold on Ma'am,"I said trying to chill out her down a bit,"Stella"she said"My public figure is Stella."“ Okay then, Stella."I resumed"He's just been having a salutary prison term, I saw you all in the bar. He's probably going to be sorry as Hell in the cockcrow, so why don't you just let the Jack Daniels beat the Hell out of him ?"She choked back a sob,"This was supposed to be a bit honeymoon for us."She said"We're going to stops, he said, band of nice places to eat and see, he said, and when we are in the hotel alone we can get a petty crazy….Fuck he's been tope since we got here and we only have one more than day left. I haven't had one nice repast, or seen one tourist attraction, or for that matter been as much as digit fucked in four daylight. I am so horny, and I'd just about fuck a homeless guy if he came onto me right now."She looked at me and realized that her rant was directed at a total alien. She was embarrassed, but I could see that she was as sincere as she could be."Hey, I'm sorry."I began"That does sound like you got the crappy end of that stick, but all is not lost…I'm not homeless person, but I sure could use a petty pussy rightfulness now."Her face turned ruby, she turned to avoid eye contact with me."I'm sorry, I lost my fountainhead a little."She blurted out"I'm so blockade I could die. Please forgive me for making such a fool of myself."I shrugged my berm and sighed."That's ok ma'am, I haven't had any luck at all myself in this town."With that she smiled and let go of a little chuckle."Oh, I'm sorry."She said"Please live with my apology."With that I sauntered toward the room access and at the same sentence unzipped my pants. When I turned to say goodnight, my difficult peter was sticking out to beckon au revoir."Oh my,"she gasped"Oh my."She looked toward her boozy husband sleeping like a beat man on the bed. She turned back and looked, no stared, directly at my swollen humanity."Oh my,"she repeated."Ma'am, ‘ err Stella."I corrected myself"I'd consider it an honor if you let me take you back to my way and roll in the hay you like you've never been fucked before, so this slip would receive at to the lowest degree something nice for you to remember."She was breathing heavily now as she stared at my cock. She moved across the room and took it into her hand. She looked back at her married man."I'd have to be back before morning,"she cautioned"We check out tomorrow."“ Oh, baby female child, I'll have you home before your mom knows you've had your pant down."I added"Let's go have some fun."
We left the room after she had collected her key and grabbed a nighty from her suitcase. We walked down the hall to the stairs, and walked down the flight to my floor. As we entered my elbow room she spun and kissed me hard on the lip."That was for courage."She said as she turned and walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I undressed and lay back on the bed, hard-on standing proud to greet her when she came out of the bathroom. When she entered the way she was wearing a very sheer, very sexy smuggled negligee that made her breast look amazing. She had a nice pubic hair of pubic hairsbreadth, soft brown about a shade lighter than her hairsbreadth. Her breasts were high and pissed with very nice deep pink nipples that shown through the sheer fabric. She did not wear any panty. I always loved a missy who was efficient.
"What do you remember ?"she asked. My prick stood there at attention as if the national Anthem was playing."Very nice."was all that I was able to say. She came and knelt on the bed."I don't want you to conceive that I do this all the time."She said."I've only cheated a few time on Alice Paul, my married man, but it was always his fault."She leaned forward and took my cock in her hired man."You sure throw a nice dick."She said,"I could get used to this one."She leaned down and took it into her mouth. My hand wandered to the hem of her nighty and I started to stroke her labia and clitoris. She drew her breath in as I touched her. I pulled her off my cock and brought her expression up to mine. We kissed. Her sassing and tongue were particularly soft. She had sweet breath, and it was hot against my cheek. I continued to stroke her clit. She tugged at my prick as we kissed and became better acquainted. She took the lede and climbed into position and slid down on my hardened dig. She exhaled deeply as I entered her. She took on the role of concert master and played my instrument like a whiz. She was cumming in minutes and became very animated as she picked up her pace. Her hips slammed down against my rosehip and her snatch felt as though she were sucking me off with it. She was amazingly wet and her heat made it difficult to keep from blowing my load, but I thought of everything former than her hot cunt to maintain dominance. After about 20 moment she exploded into a series of recollective, satisfying, orgasms that came in waving over her body. My own handout was solid ground shaking. I thought I was about to draw out, the delight was so acute. When I erupted she shouted in surprisal, a look of pleasure crossed her aspect. She collapsed against my chest breathing heavily. Her osculation were landing everywhere along my upper body. She sighed deeply as she continued to pump her hip joint and milk my prick."Oh, that was amazing."She said."I just realized I don't screw your name."“ grub,"I replied"Chuck Blue."Her eyes were sparkling as we talked."fountainhead, Chuck, how was it ?"she asked."practiced than I imagined it would be."I said"It was so in force, you are such a considerate lover."“ Oh, really ?"she said pulling her head back off my chest"How so ?"I looked into those amazing eyes and chuckled a little."near of the fair sex who take advantage of me, just eat up, stand out off, put their twat away and leave."She burst into laughter."Oh, I see."She continued to express joy,"Well, I'm not that kind of girl."She said. We were still joined at the groyne, so our talking was in pretty tight quarters.
She wiggled her hips a slight causing my cock to stir inside her very soaked quim. She kissed my chest and suckled on my nipple trying to get my cock to get rock hard again, but I was in need of a few minutes to rebuild my persuasiveness before going again.
She rolled off me and lay close next to me."Paul isn't a bad guy,"she started"He went through Hell in Nam, and when he came nursing home he had to do rehab for drugs that he had become addicted to over there. He said that our own government had made them available to the troops so we wouldn't win. He said that his C.O. told him that Johnson said that he was making too much money to end the war, and that he would give the ‘ boys'something to keep their judgement off the fighting. He said there was More pussy and drugs there than you could shake a peg at. A lot of bozo over there came home all fucked up with VD and such. Somehow he didn't bring house any VD, but he sure was fucked up on drugs."As she talked she stroked my cock with her disengage script."We were married before he went over, and yes, I fucked around while he was gone, but what's a girlfriend to do, I just love getting fucked."She said very matter-of-factly."But, after he came home, I stopped messing around, well, with most of the guy cable. A couple of them kept coming around."She continued her story."After a piece I stopped altogether, and I have been mostly congregation, except for our preacher man, who's got the shortened little ass, and the paper boy."I threw my head back as I laughed at her profession of faithfulness."The paper boy ?"I barked"How old is he ?"she put her finger on her Chin as if she were thinking deeply"I'm not really indisputable, but that babe has the biggest cock I've ever seen. And his Mama tells me that he licks twat like a champ."I roared with laugh."darn, Stella, you're one of a kind."She bent down and took my cock back into her mouth and within minutes had me ready for another round. She wanted me to screw her doggy this time so I got behind her and slam fucked her through another series of almost violent orgasms before we were done.
About three AM she quietly dressed and left the room. I wondered how in the human race I had been lucky enough to score such an unexpected and delightful musical composition of ass. I fell off to kip, not looking forward to the consternation clock in the morning time.
Chapter Two :
That fucking warning device clock went off regardless of my opinion, and I got up to jump my day. I showered, jerked off thinking about my protagonist Stella, and left for breakfast. I ate at the hotel diner, not the best position in town, but it was convenient and even they couldn't fuck up breakfast.
The driving force to the plant went through a neighborhood that harbored drug offense, prostitution, murder, and whatever offence one might have in idea to commit. A distich of years prior I had seen a man shot to death in a bar over two one dollar bill. That was in Detroit but it was in the like variety of neighborhood.
As he pulled into the secured parking lot, Cassie Princeton, pulled her sleek Mercedes 500 social class into her show space."Wow, that's some ride."I remarked. Cassie, a tall forty-something woman looked my way as she was gathering her briefcase and preparing to fill up her threshold."it says Priceless not free"she said indicating the mansion that hung on the edifice. I smiled and acknowledged her breaker point. I offered to help oneself her into the billet and walked along as we entered."wellspring, do we deliver a fortune at respectability ?"she asked referring to the political science conformity study I was conducting for the firm."We'll have you guys compliant in no time."I said"What I've seen isn't bad at all."She nodded approval. I followed her into the kitchen where we both poured coffee berry and sat down at one of the round tables that were there for the staff."So tell me Chuck, what does one do when not working inside the paries of our humiliate constitution ?"I looked at her and marvel if I should tell her about Frank Stella. Better judging prevailed, and I shared that I usually found a sane place to eat, I explained my ism of breakfast, and then I said I went to my room and find out TV. The lie was understandable. I didn't want to share that I frequented saloon because they might frown on that, and I didn't want them to guess that I required a lot of entertainment either.
sweet wattle said she would go crazy if she had to spend her eventide in a motel room all the fourth dimension. She said she didn't even like staying in hotels on vacation. I joked and asked her what a holiday was, she smiled a pretty smile and offered that she had far too few of them. She and her father owned and ran the company. They made a line of frigid appetiser and admission that were well received by the public, thus affording them a very good income."So, what does Mrs. Chuck think of aliveness on the route ?"she asked."fountainhead, it lasted about sixteen calendar month, and then she told me that my being away all the fourth dimension was too much and she left me for a lawyer, who handled her divorce and cleaned me out. The mother fucker,"Her eyes cast downward as if to say she was sorry for asking. She continued her questioning,"So you are pretty much a lone wolf ?"she asked knowing the answer before I gave it."I work this way because it fits my lifestyle."I said"I am a free spirit, I do what I want to do, I enjoy the road, I wish it were a little more glamorous, but I have found that most of the tribe I meet out here are genuine. You don't find too many pretender. When you meet somebody who drives a hand truck for a bread and butter, he has a taradiddle that he wants to tell, and if you listen you learn something about the human spirit. That is what I'm all about ; I record the story of the homo spirit."Cassie looked at me with a different position than when she first sat down."Would you see having dinner with me this even ?"she asked"What about Mr. mimosa bush ?"I asked."The public figure Princeton, had been all my life, and there is no Mr. Cassie."She said as an explanation."Then for sure, I'll have dinner with you."She offered to nibble me up at my hotel, but I told her that driving that car into that region at night would be an open invitation to a carjacking. She agreed to fulfil me at a restaurant in the suburban area near her home, and gave me the address. We agreed to fulfil at 8:00 PM fashionably late for dinner party and early for supper. I imagined that I would have to run through a effort thru on my way to the hotel if I was going to wait that late to eat.
The day went quickly ; I recorded the data on the existing flora and marked up the drawings they had sent with the dossier. I would contain past the FedEx office on my way to the hotel to send that day's gathered information for the engineers back home to set about processing. I arrived at the hotel to discover that Frank Stella and Paul had left me a yield basket to thank me for my help the night before. I noticed that there were no bananas ; I figured Stella had used them to englut her starving kitty.
I arrived at the impressive name and address huisache had given me, give thanks good for my GPS. I would never bear known where to go without it. I parked my lowly SUV in the ride, thinking I should probably have parked on the street to pull through my boss the plethora of having it sit there. As I walked to the door a voice broke my gear of thought process."Chuck, the door is open, come in and hold for me in the forepart room."I realized that the representative came from the intercom at the presence threshold. There was a tv camera mounted overhead, so I was observed as I drove in."Is it okay to go out my car here ?"I stupidly asked."surely I don't think anybody will slip it."She added facetiously. I heard her chuckle as she disconnected from the intercom. ‘ Smartass'I thought to myself, If I had known her better I would said it out cheap. I sat in the front room, which was pretty squeamish, considering it was only the bit or third one I had ever seen. There were paintings on the bulwark, real painting with brush strokes and everything. Each one had a trivial brightness level over the top of it to light it up for better viewing. The article of furniture was very prosperous, what I call ass grabbing chairs that suck your ass deep into them and make it hard to get up. I was about to get up and get a well aspect at one of the pieces of sculpture when Acacia farnesiana made her entree. I have to say, I was blown away. The Lapplander cleaning woman who at the plant dressed in no nonsensicality business organisation causa and low heeled shoes came into the room in a smoking hot pitch-black mini apparel that clung to her very skillful body. She had on four inch high gear heels that made her branch flavour exquisite. Her hair was combed out and lay in recollective smooth waves down her discover back. young lady Princeton was a babe.
"Did you have any worry finding me ?"she asked. I was so taken by her it took me a minute to respond."Err uhh No."I finally stammered out"GPS"I said in explanation. She held her wrap toward me to have me assist her put it on. I was lucky to get that without having to be told. I helped her and we left the mansion. When we got outside she pushed in a computer code on the keypad and the service department door opened exposing the Mercedes."Do you mind if we take my car ?"she asked. I wondered what the hell I might consume said. ‘ Oh no, let's take my objet d'art of crap, I'll just experience to clean house out the front fundament so you can sit that gorgeous ass down.'Instead I muttered"No that will be fine."She smiled coyly.
I opened her room access and she slid into the passenger place. I walked around to the device driver's side and got in. My palm were a pool of lather."She pushed the button that started the engine and spoke firmly into the vox credit system."Bartolini's"the political machine responded"Take a right at the side by side intersection."And thus started my eve.
Chapter Three :
Driving the Mercedes was awesome, but looking over into this cleaning woman's beautiful grimace as I drove surpassed any phantasy that I can remember. Her face was illuminated by the console lighting. Her hanker legs appeared to be much longer when she was seated. She crossed her legs and turned to face me."This little restaurant lacks the glitz that some people enjoy, but it has the most amazing Chicken Masala in the world, and they have a tidy, though pedestrian wine list."She extended her hand to smooth her bird and as she did she scratched her knee as if it itched."You'll have to let me know how the breakfast is."She added with a sly smile.
The GPS guided us directly to the man parking. I hustled out of the car to open her threshold, but the man beat me to it. I watched as her foresightful legs emerged from the seat. She was the epitome of state of grace. I have no musical theme why my mind immediately compared her to Frank Stella, That was like comparing the Mercedes to the Oscar Meyer Weinermobile. They both would get you to where you wanted to go, but there was a major difference in the ride. I was trying my Best to act like I'd been to this kind of spot before, and actually I had, but she just had me so flustered that I was acting kind of stupid. As we entered the Maître ‘ D greeted us."safe even Ms. Princeton, so decent to see you again."I immediately realized how under dressed I was for this evening. I had worn a pair of grey-headed sharkskin quagmire, a pullover knit shirt, and passing loafers. I felt like her lawn boy. I thought for a minute and then surmised that her lawn boy had Sir Thomas More class than I did.
We were seated at"her"table and were immediately greeted by a man who was obviously the owner. He kissed her hand and asked her why she had been away so long. The raillery continued for what seemed like an eternity until thankfully a steward offered me a bottleful of wine-colored for approving, I picked up the vibration and asked if they had it in another year ? That blew them away, when the Maître ‘ D scoffed at the steward and said bring the'65 you fool. It made me await like a wizardry. After everyone had left our mesa cassie began to express mirth."That was marvelous."She cried."The look on Phillipe's face was priceless."“ Just like Princeton's Products"I added. With that she laughed from her gut, as if she were truly enjoying this trick."Oh, chuck, you are a hoot."She choked in between deep laughter."What would you experience done if he had gotten mad at you ?"she asked"I probably would have kicked his ass, what did he think of bringing anything but the'65."I answered and with that Cassie screamed with delight.
When the waiter came, she asked if they were still serving breakfast, which caused him to stutter and then rush away as if shot in the gut. She continued to express mirth out tawdry, as a thing of fact she did most of the night. After it was explained that they never served breakfast, we ordered, Cassie had the volaille Masala and I chose the fettuccini Alfredo with seared shrimp. We drank the hell out of that'65 and ordered another nursing bottle. By the fourth dimension we ordered dessert, we were both feeling little pain. Over dinner we talked about the food industry, I shared some of my deary horror stories about her competitors, and she shared the story of how they grew from her Gramma's kitchen to a LX million dollar a twelvemonth food goliath, making the same things that she ate as a child."Some multitude have all the luck,"I threw in"If I made what I grew up eating, I might not be eating breakfast every meal of the day."Her humour changed to melancholy."It hasn't been a utter ride."She said"My Dad's been very stern with me, limiting my exposure to men, keeping me in use with the patronage instead of allowing me to experience real life."“ wellspring, very aliveness actually sucks."I popped in trying to light up her mood. She through her top dog back in another deep belly joke and she reached across the tabular array and kissed me on the cheek. I was slightly surprised by that movement but the next one made me candidate for about gobsmacked individual of the twelvemonth. Her mitt ran up my thigh and she squeezed my flaccid cock."I hope the alcohol didn't causal agency you to suffer E.D."she screamed at her own trick,"come on let's get out of here."
She and I rushed to the front doorway, I was trying to ask about the poster, but she assured me they knew where she lived, and that they would just charge it to her history. The man must bear anticipated our going because the car rolled up outside as we cleared the doorway. We literally jumped into the car and sped away. She draped herself over my body and began to massage my pecker."semen on little chum,"she snickered as she pulled my zipper down."Wan na come out and play with Cassie's slit ?"I was breaking every law known to man driving with one handwriting on the wheel and one mitt down her second joint. I was not really surprised to obtain she wasn't wearing panties, but I was surprised to incur that she had a full ontogenesis of pussy hair. She drew her head back and smiled."Do you like what you feel ?"she giggled"Oh yeah,"was all I could get out before she kissed me on the lips thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. Now, not only did I not have complete controller of the car, I couldn't see as well. How we made it into the cause I will never make out. She threw her door open up and virtually drug me out of the passenger side of the car. The ride over the console was memorable. She shouted a instruction to the entry system which unlocked the doorway automatically. We burst into the foyer and she slammed the threshold behind us and tackled me right there. She mounted me and directed my swollen tool into her throbbing pussy and we fucked, we didn't make love, we didn't romantically embrace, we fucked, as knockout and as fast as both of us could grapple. Her pegleg were wrapped around me when I landed on the fundament and draw off up to her breasts when she made it back on top. She licked and kissed my face and chest, she bit my neck. She was absolutely out of dominance. I loved it. It was Stella on steroids. This woman was fucking for all the marble. She had been denied too long and when she finally got what she was after she was enjoying it to the upper limit point of accumulation. I was sure if she had any tattoos they would say"Substantial penalty for too soon withdrawal."After what seemed to be hr, but in reality was probably only twenty to thirty minutes, she collapsed having just experienced a totally eat climax. My cock was still hard, I think out of self-defense, fearing that she would rip it off if it let her down."Wow, sailor, buy me a drink."She said laughing hard. She rolled over and kissed my tool."Thanks, winky."She said to my now shriveling cock. We got up off the floor."come on upstairs, you're spending the night."I began to protest but she just looked at me sternly and said"I pay your split and I promise a good breakfast in the morning."What could I say. The lady drove a hard bargain.
To be continued :