Semua Bab Sweet Hole: Bab 111 - Bab 120

She sat on the bed and held a booted foot out to me. I pulled the boot off so she gave me the other one. I put them both out of the way and sat next to her."What kind of work do you do, Melissa?""Since I've been here I work for Hi-Country Trucking in the office. Invoices, billing, that sort of thing.""And, how long have you been here?""Jack died September sixteenth last year. I've been here ever since then.""Jack?""My husband, Jack Tinsdale. Drove a 1979 Peterbilt. I was his partner for eleven years. He was riding shotgun while I got us into town and had a heart attack. I pulled into Hi-Country and they called the ambulance. He died the next day. I sold our truck to Hi-Country and they gave me a job.""You need to give them two weeks notice?""No, but I want to. It hasn't been great there but they have been pretty good to me."I unbuttoned her shirt and she did mine. The white lace of her bra looked good against the tan of her skin. The breasts within didn't need the bra for phy

Our first morning on the road, I woke up first. I slowly pulled the covers off us and worked my way down so that my Good-Morning kiss could be delivered to her lower lip. It was. Her eyes opened, and her legs opened as well. My hands held her ass, and her hands held my head against her opening folds."Good Morning, Sam! Have a good dream?""Shhh, I'm still dreaming!"I moved my hands to hold her legs and moved them up to her chest. That lifted her ass a little and opened her up for a more in-depth probing by my tongue. She was getting more and more turned on and making the noises that told anyone listening. "Sam, please do me! Be inside me!"Her wish, my action. Without letting her legs go, I moved and placed my cock at her entrance. She thrust against me, and I was inside her."Oh, Sam! I love how that feels."Long, slow strokes became long, faster strokes, and became me doing my imitation of a piston. She moved all around on the bed, thrusting with me, grabbing my arms, pulling my

Two years ago, when I was downsized out of corporate life, I bought a small RV and went looking for a new life. I was downsized from my career and my marriage in the same month. Twenty years with the company and eighteen married to Diane. At the time either event would have been a crushing blow to me but together they damn near killed me.In my little RV I wandered around America and parts of Canada for almost six months. I was a traveling hermit. I felt useless and unnecessary. Eventually my wandering led me to the Pacific Northwest. It was late spring and most of the snow was gone. I stopped one morning at a truck stop to gas up and have a late breakfast and for some reason I picked up a local paper. As I ate breakfast I read. Near the back of the paper I saw an ad for a fishing resort for sale.When I was a kid I loved to go fishing. I spent every moment I could out in a row boat on a lake, fishing. Work, family and bills came along and I hadn't been fishing in many years. I called

"If I ask for something... like lobster for dinner and we don't have a lobster in the freezer you can say "No." If I request that you lie down on the floor and let me entrance you and you say "No" you will be punished.""Punished? Like I'm a little girl?""NO! Like a rebellious slut! I believe that rebellion isn't OK in our relationship and I will do whatever I can devise in order to prevent it. If we discover that we enjoy some types of punishments we will devise ways for you to let me know that you need to be punished.""You think I might like being spanked?""I don't know. How long has it been since someone spanked your bare ass?""I was five or six.""That doesn't count. If you disobey me we may just have to find out how you react to spanking. There are lots of other ways that someone could be punished besides spanking.""Have you punished other women?""Years ago I was dating a woman who seemed to want to be in a bit of pain to heighten her sensitivity. I punished her a few times

For months either an alarm clock or the sun had brought me back from sleep. That morning it was Monica's kisses and hands that woke me. As she nibbled my ear lobe she very softly asked, "Would you rather I sucked you or that you entrance me?""Oh, it's hard to choose. There is a third choice. There is even a forth choice. I think I want to start with choice number three.""Which is?""I want you to understand something. I'm going to give you oral sex. I'm going to eat your hole. I'm going to administer a full dose of cunnilingus to you. You have always believed that any man who does that is intending to please you. You believed, as many women do, that the only reason a man would go there is that it pleases the woman. I can't speak for any other man than me. I do it because I love it. In your case, did you notice I wanted a lot of your nectar yesterday?""Yes." Her voice was quiet."I love the taste of you. I love the feminine odor of you. It kept me turned on all day long. Now, there