Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Slaved Virgin Offering: Kabanata 1541 - Kabanata 1550

I saw she was fascinated looking in the mirrors as I stroked, so I said the only thing she was missing was the bottom view of seeing my cock enter and exit from her body with each stroke. That brought an involuntary moan from me, which in turn got a giggle of pure pleasure from her."Oh! You are right... I forgot one more thrill," she said. "That stool, kick it over here, between my legs." She pointed to a stool that was too tall for a footstool but too short to sit on. Between her legs was also between my legs, it slid under my balls with very little space to clear. I figured it was for resting her foot on when she shaved her legs. Either that or to stand on when she changed the light bulbs. It was sturdy varnished waterproofed wood, new and very compact.She positioned it below her crotch. She popped a tab that opened the top to reveal a mirror. It was at a slight angle, so water would roll off, and slightly curved to magnify. While the stool was in position we stayed together for a

Mention of her grandmother got me thinking about children, and who would give them to me. I did not think if myself as a man who would marry while I was in my current career as a hired gun. But children changed that picture. I could see having kids, especially for the good times. Aren't all men like that? Especially today. Isabel could be a single woman of means, raising my kids along with the one from the Victor brothers party weekend. Her parents would enjoy that more. Plus, guys can start a bit older. Look at Tony Randall, his first child came at an age of 77. A beacon of hope for men everywhere. On the other hand, maybe starting that late would not be attractive for either the father or child during the kid's teen years. Maybe 45 was a top age for a man to father children. That would be 18 years into my hired gun career, a bit earlier than I figured to settle down, but maybe seducing a smart hot coed into a wife at my last school... It was something to think about.That got me on

Frankly, if it was up to her, the field house job, plus being the tennis coach, would be ideal. But then the university would hire an outside athletic director, and they became assholes who tended to like their buddies in all the slots around them. We had both seen it happen, so Isabel was sort of stuck there until she gracefully exited both jobs.I did mention a school I knew of where the various Phy Ed faculty and the coaches (who talk to the press as part of their jobs) quarreled so much that the President got sick of the bickering, so he appointed a sharp practicing lawyer as department chair, with the power to fire anybody, and a PR department to back him up. People did not think bringing in an outsider was allowed, but the president enjoys broad power over chairs. The perception of a threat was enough for the combatants to put their differences aside and pass the peace pipe.None of this would be an issue if she was a normal employee, who had to compete for her job and was free

I never thought of myself and what I did to these women that way, but I guess a woman has more muscles and nerves in play when having a good time. Since I was free to do my timing I worked it out for her and gave her some cues. "I won't be long sweet tips... you are so good... so sweet... you feel fantastic... a wonderful body. I... yes it is coming your way... 3... 2... 1..." Then I pushed up, she settled down hard, and I fired into her yummy spot."Fuck MEEEEEE YESSSSS!" She yelled as she felt the surge rise through my cock and into her body, filling pussy and head with my climax. A moment later I felt it as she gave her trigger a squeeze. I felt her body rock and spark and spasm on my lap as my second shot went into her very happy body place. I realized I was squeezing both erect, pointy, popped up nipples as hard as I could. She quivered but did not seem to mind. Later I spotted the shiny new hickey on her neck. I wondered where it came from? Well, she would not see students again

For just a few of those moment she realized that maybe she did not care about the dream-state "who," it felt good so she should just accept "what" was happening under the general blanket of her security about it being my bed, and let herself go with the sensations she felt. I am told that anonymous sex/rape is a popular female fantasy. She slipped a bit into it. Her body was wet inside, and what she could feel moving in her felt good. She heard somebody moaning - it sounded like her. It seemed that she was enjoying it. She was not fully awake yet so the dreamy part of her mind started to imagine things. Her near-silent moans turned into louder noises as she let herself go to a more primitive place where there were friends.I noticed the change in her. Suddenly the dark got very interesting as I deliberately pulled out and then re-entered her body at a slightly different position and different angle. I did that a few times a few times, just to add a bit more doubt.The third time I did