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I’ve corresponded over the years with many readers and several questions keep coming up. Why did I start my “Doin The Boss” series using the pen name Constance and later change to my real name? Simple, I had this crazy thought someone might recognize me from what I wrote. Later, feeling safer and doing a head shrug, I decided to go with my given name.

Others asked if there really was a Lin, and was he a former boss? Absolutely, there is Lin and he’s very special to me. While I might embellish a little in my stories, they are basically written around my feelings and real occurrences.

The other top question is whether Lin was the first older guy I’d messed around with (no) or if I really enjoyed oral sex as I write about it (definitely yes).

All got me thinking about pre-Lin, pre-Doin the Boss, and after I’d been with several guys earning my spurs in basements, backseats of cars and other places where one could be naughty and parents weren’t around. Quite frankly, I wasn’t real adventurous really. Just a girl growing up I guess. My girlfriends Stephanie, Anne and Betty Ann all traded stories during sleepovers, and we learned at a time when porn wasn’t as mainstream as today.

My parents were pretty cool but they did keep a keen eye on me and made sure my exploits around the house were PG. Still, like all kids, I sampled life and tried things out and compared notes with my friends and so forth. Just growing up, I know, we’ve all been there at one time or another.

In any event, yes, Lin is a real live guy, and yes, I still see him and he still rocks my socks. But my really first older guy was a sweet guy: Bobby.

Bobby was a guy who sat next to us at the Philadelphia Flyers games. My parents had three seats, which they generally took, and the third was taken my either my older brother or myself.

We had sat next to Bobby and his wife Sydney for several years.

As it were I’d sit on one side of Bobby, Sydney on the other. We would joke he was the thorn between two roses. We’d cheer, boo and during intermission talk about our jobs or sports or whatever. Bobby was just a wealth of information, and to be honest I was a bit jealous of Sydney. The beautiful woman found a great guy many years ago, I was still having trouble finding anyone who was special.

Sydney was always looking perfect, even in jeans and a sweatshirt, and I admired the way heads turned when she was around. Once at a game she wore a skirt and I thought the guys in the rows in front of us would lose their eyesight from sneaking glances back trying to get a glimpse up her skirt.

When Bobby’s employer transferred him to center city he was in the office building just a couple blocks from me, and a couple times we’d meet for lunch at a local salad bar place. Once one of my co-workers saw us together and latest asked if he wasn’t too old for me, and I laughed and said he was just a friend of the family. I mean, he was 10 years older and for crying out loud, married.

Still it was kind of nice talking with him. Along the way he asked if I was dating anyone special. And being just 19 years old, a year out of high school and fancy free, I said no, but that I was dating several guys who were nice but “not as nice as him.” Okay, so I enjoyed flirting with him.

I’d tell him about David, the accountant, and Chucky the college student. I said I had a crush on Mr. Dawson at the Secretarial School (yes, that what it was), and thinking back it still has that name in its title although it’s known for producing executive assistants.

Bobby was an elder figure I could open up and speak with on a variety of topics. I couldn’t do it with my dad, he’d be appalled at some of our conversations! And mom, she was great, but still, some of my talks with Bobby would have been frowned upon.

On one occasion he was quite down and I asked what was wrong and he said he and Sydney had been fighting, a fact one would never know because they’d been at the game the night before seeming normal. He explained, carefully, that he’d wanted a little tekirdağ escort something different in the bedroom and she shut him down…for a month. He just wanted something she’d do before they were married all the time and now did not. From his tone I kind of figured it was oral sex, and asked if it had to do with Sydney being on her knees.

Bobby blushed, and didn’t say a word.

I told him I said “no” to guys on a regular basis, so get over it!

We laughed and joked and while there was a real difference in age it was somehow alright. That was the thing that was special. There was an age difference but we’d developed into soul friends. We could talk about just about anything, from my homework to his work presentations. From my boyfriends to his wife, from the jerks we each had to deal with at work to the pressures of our commutes.

Sydney mentioned at a game she was going to the west coast on business. During intermission I asked Bobby if he would be out at a strip club or chasing skirts while his wife was away. He laughed and said, “No, not unless you are dancing there or wearing something short to work,” he joked.

During second intermission I told him it could be arranged and he looked shocked at me.

“You aren’t kidding, Robyn, you are serious.”

I nodded and slipped him my cell phone number. “Call me.”

I was totally surprised Friday when he did. He said Sydney called nightly at 10 but wondered if we could meet for dinner the following night.

Pausing, I said, nope, but my parents were going away for the weekend and we could meet at my house in the evening.

There was a problem. I had a date with Richard, and I’d cancelled on him twice and he had already bought tickets to the big Flower Show at the Convention Center. Disappointed, Bobby said we could do it some other time. But I told him I’d call him in the morning because I had an idea.

Look, I know it was wrong. I knew it was older.

But I thought I could make something happen and satisfy an urge and get to know him a little “better” and nobody would be the wiser.

Saturday morning he called and I told him to get to my house before 8, with the front door key being under the mat.

“Listen, I have a date, a special date with Richard, so I will be home about 9 so don’t be late. And Bobby, there will be no sex. Got it? My room is on the left at the head of the stairs.

Make yourself home there, don’t answer the phone!”

He laughed and said I was the boss, and that was that.

The Flower Show was superb, I couldn’t believe all the colors and styles and types of plants, but I have to admit I was a little bit flustered thinking of Bobby while out on a date with Richard.

Richard and I arrived at my house at 8:45 and I noticed downstairs lights on but none other. I hoped Bobby was there, secured away upstairs. My plan was to kiss Richard goodnight and get inside quickly, but it wasn’t to me. Richard had other ideas, kissing me passionately on the front steps and rubbing against me.

He asked, begged to come inside and I didn’t want to make a scene on the front porch so I said fine, but only for a quick cup of cocoa. Inside we kissed some more while I made the treat, all the while wondering if Bobby was upstairs.

After sipping our drinks Richard pulled me close and we started making out. I tried to push him away but he was insistent. It was quite hot and when he got his hand under my bra (how did he get my blouse open?) I knew I had to do something to end this date quickly.

“Come on, Robyn, you have me so very hot, I need some relief!” whispered my boyfriend as he moved my hand onto his crotch.

We’d never had any intimacy other than making out and feeling each other over clothing, but I couldn’t help myself. I knew he was hot, and used that knowledge to spark an idea.

Reaching over, I grasp his zipper and slowly pulled it down.

“Is it hot in there, want to take it out?” I cooed.

“Oh my God Robyn…here it is.”

Out came trabzon escort his cock, hard as a rock. I slowly moved my hand over to it and began stroking it up and down. I admittedly had a practiced hand, having jerked off several guys, and I smiled to myself thinking I was stroking his cock while Bobby might be upstairs. I’d show him I wasn’t a “kid” but a woman.

Richard was vocal in his admiration of my handiwork.

“Oh Robyn, that feels wonderful. Oh yes, stroke it, yes, up and down. Oh yes.”

Putting my head on his shoulder, I used my left thumb and finger to encircle his cock while using my right hand to stroke the six inched hunk of man meat. It felt so soft, yet it was hard as a rock. Richard rocked his midsection and moaned, and I almost bent my head over. But, thinking Bobby might be upstairs listening, I decided a hand job was the way to go.

I worked that hard dick and soon Richard was grunting and announcing he was close. Soon the missile was shooting its sauce, several hearty spurts up into the air. Some ended up on the couch, some on my blouse and a dollop or two on my hands.

I kept slowly stroking after his orgasm, and licked some of the cum off my fingers while staring into his eyes for effect and I thought Richard would fall over in shock. “That was awesome, Robyn, the best ever.”

Smiling to myself, I wondered which classmate or friend I was up against in the hand job competition, but in any event Richard left the house happy and soon I’d locked the door and moved the empty cups to the kitchen sink. I thought of washing my hands, and then, smiling to myself, decided against it. If I was going to act like a slut, I was going to do my best to act naughty rather than nice.

Mission one was accomplished, now it was time for some good youthful seduction to take place.

Walking upstairs, I asked if the coast was clear of monsters or even married guys. Bobby stepped out of my room and said he was impressed at my ability to send home my date happy in under a half hour.

I threw my arms around my married friend and gave him a French kiss and thanked him for waiting for me and putting up with my lateness.

Bobby was extremely happy to see me, and for the second time in an hour I felt a hardness against me as we kissed. I didn’t mention the licking of Richard’s cum, and I don’t think he knew, but all I knew was that I was excited and very, very happy to see the married man.

We sat on my bed and talked, trading stories and with him asking about what went on downstairs. He was amazed it was the first time that Richard and I had shared any intimacy, and I asked if he was jealous.

“Robyn, you are a young girl and quite frankly I shouldn’t be here, but you intrigue me, excite me, and I just had to come over,” said the older man. “I’ve fantasized about being alone with you many times, and wondered what it would be like to kiss you and hold you.”

Bobby went on about how he had to stay very quite while I was with my date, and how hot it was to be a proverbial fly on the wall.

Smiling, I said it was hot knowing he was upstairs while I was playing downstairs. So we kissed and held each other for a while before I set the ground rules.

“Remember, I told you, no sex. I can’t do that to your wife,” was my edict.

Bobby looked disappointed.

Still we held each other and soon my hands were wandering south for the second time that evening. Bobby didn’t stop me when I pulled down his zipper and then loosened his pants. In fact, he didn’t lift a finger, later telling me I was the one who’d have to control the action because he didn’t want to do anything that would offend me.

Slipping away, I tugged down his trousers before bending over and kissing his boxer covered crotch. I blew hot breath toward the mound in his underwear, and he laid back and enjoyed. He was rock hard in there and I mouthed that dick for a bit before reaching in and pulling it out while tugging down the flimsy undies with my other hand.

Just then his cell phone rang, sivas escort it was Sydney calling from her business trip.

Reaching over, he asked me to be quiet, and answered. He spoke with her and I got an urge…to jerk his dick. Stroking the man meat, I listened as he spoke with his wife. It was such a turn on. When he kissed her good night I kissed the tip of his cock.

After disconnecting, he told me how naughty I was and that it was so very hot being with me while his wife was unknowing on the phone. He also gave kudos to my hand job, bringing a smile to my lips.

While I was somewhat practiced in the art of jerking off a guy, this was different. This was a man, a man who had a wife and obviously a lot more experience than I. Still I pressed on, slowly jerking his dick from stem to stern.

“Am I doing this okay?” was my question.

“You are wonderful,” was his reply.

I couldn’t believe I was jerking off the guy who sat next to me at hockey games. This was a guy who was married to a family friend and a guy much older than me to boot. Yet none of that came to mind or mattered as I jerked off the guy. He was a special guy to me, and I enjoyed watching him lay back and enjoy.

Along the way I couldn’t believe it was the second dick I’d stroked within a couple hours. I mean, I didn’t do that. I wasn’t a slut, or at least if I was I wasn’t a whore. Still I jerked his dick while licking the tip. Around and around that mushroom head I went, loving the stirring he had down there and the power held over the man.

Bobby moaned to my ministrations, and I knew he was getting close. Decisions, decisions.

The devil in me made me bend my head over and circle the tip of his cock with my hot wet mouth.

I kept my lips at the tip as if they were glued and held the cock in my hand below. He was about the same length as Richard, but thicker. It was going to be a mouthful if I moved my head down.

Slowly I did, and the groans from Bobby were almost scary. Bobby moaned as I sucked his dick. I did my best to alternate sucking with licking, spending a lot of time at the head.

He started pushing and lifting and holding and bouncing and all of a sudden moaned that he was cumming. And cum he did, shooting several volleys of hot sticky man sauce into my sucking mouth. It was incredible.

I kept sucking him off long after swallowing his sauce, savoring it in my mouth before letting it join Richard’s cum in my stomach. Damn.

“Oh Robin, that was unbelievable, that was great.”

“Was it really okay?”

“Damn, Robyn, that’s so good. Sydney doesn’t suck me anymore, but it was better than any of the blowjobs she’d given me in the past. It was the best ever.”

Smiling, I knew I had a certain talent.

It wasn’t the first time I’d sucked off a guy, and as you know from readying my Doin the Boss stories, not the last. But it was very special, hot and still gives me a tingly feeling.

We slept that night, arm in arm, and I blew him again in the morning before we showered together.

He made breakfast, I made coffee, and before he left he once again led me to my room and played with my ass for several minutes. I could feel him jerking his cock off as I lay there, and soon I felt his sticky cum sauce erupt onto my bare ass. Damn, that was really hot.

The man left with a major league smile on his face and a promise that it wasn’t a one night stand.

Bobby and I did carry on with each other a few more times before it simply became too risky and our getting together time was fewer and farther apart. I think what really put it to an end was the time I was sucking him off in the K-Mart parking lot late in the evening.

There were few cars around but my dad happened to have one of them. He apparently saw a couple in that lot – me and Bobby – and although he didn’t recognize me (I was bobbing my head on Bobby) nor Bobby (he had a coat and baseball cap on, covering much of his face) I heard my parents talking about the act later that night.

“I should have called 911 and got those two locked up,” spat my dad.

All I could think of was getting caught with Bobby and it shocked my system. My own dad turning me in! That was the last time I blew Bobby, and I soon moved on to other guys and conquests.

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Cheaters Try To Prosper

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Cheaters Try To Prosper

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Disclaimer: The following is a piece of fiction. Fiction (in case you don’t know) means it’s made up, not real, a bunch of lies. The characters in the story are all fictional too, meaning they don’t exist. While non-existent, if they existed and had an age they would be over 18.

Furthermore, since the characters aren’t real they can’t possibly be harmed by the stuff they do or that happens to them in the story. This would not be true in reality, meaning you should not think you can do the same things safely, legally, or ethically in real life. Just because bullets bounce off Superman (he’s fictional) that doesn’t mean they’re going to bounce off you, got it? If you believe that the things fictional characters do in a pornographic story are a valid guide to behavior in the real world, then you have much bigger psychological problems than a story could ever cause and you should stop reading this and seek medical help immediately.)

Celine lay on the beach, the hot sand warming her through the beach blanket. Despite it’s scantiness (most of her breasts and all of her buttocks being exposed to the sun) the swimsuit she wore was extremely expensive, though it had cost only a pittance compared to the gold and ruby earrings she wore, not to mention the enormous diamond on her ring finger.

The resort was severely exclusive so there were few others on the beach with her. Despite this a young man in board shorts came walking along the shore. Spotting Celine looking at him through her dark sunglasses he smiled and made a beeline for her.

“Hot day,” he observed.

Celine shrugged. “I understand it often is here on Bora Bora.”

“True,” he said cheerfully. “And the sun can really do a number on your skin. I hope you’re wearing enough sunscreen.”

“Perhaps I want a tan.”

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Bad idea. Sun damage can lead to premature aging. Beautiful skin like yours should be properly cherished.”

Celine lifted an eyebrow. “I suppose you have a solution.”

“Well, I could help you apply more sunscreen. Just as a friendly gesture.”

She kept her expression neutral but gazed at him intently through the dark glasses. Aside from board shorts and sandals (leather, clearly high-end Italian) the only thing he wore was a heavy gold class ring from Yale. He was of medium height and his lithe swimmer’s body was in excellent shape, clearly the result of daily workouts. He was certainly years younger than her, though not so much younger she could be his mother. The gleaming smile looked far too perfect to be anything but the product of an expert orthodontist.

“Why not?’ she said, lowering herself onto the towel and rolling onto her front. “There’s a bottle in my bag.”

She closed her eyes, not worried in the least that her wallet was in the bag as well. A moment later two strong oily hands began giving her a backrub.

It was definitely a massage. He kneaded and stroked her skin far more than it would have taken merely to apply a layer of suntan oil. Celine sighed as clever hands worked magic.

After a while his hands drifted downward. Since her rear cheeks were largely exposed and thus vulnerable to the sun he had the perfect excuse to fondle her curvy bottom, and took full advantage of this. Celine didn’t object, not even when venturesome fingers traced their way into her rear cleft and smeared oil to within a nail’s breath of her barely concealed backdoor.

Despite this he didn’t try to get under her swimsuit, instead proceeding down her thighs, legs, and calves. Celine sighed heavily. He did have very good hands.

“Turn over, I’ll get your front,” he said. He was breathing a little hard, she noticed. Good, she’d hate to think this wasn’t turning him on at least as much as it was her.

Celine flipped over as instructed. He worked his way up this time, starting from her feet. She had to gasp a little as the hands rubbed her inner thighs and just-slightly-rounded belly. He grinned down at her and concentrated on stroking areas that caused her to react.

By the time he got to her breasts any pretense this wasn’t sexual had vanished. His hands kneaded her firm tits, pressing them together then pushing them apart. Oiled fingers slid under the edge of the fabric to tease rapidly-hardening nipples.

Celine caught at his wrists. “We can’t. Not in public.”

He kept rubbing her tits, hampered only slightly by her grip. “Your suite comes with a cabana, doesn’t it? Probably that one right behind you.”

Celine considered this briefly. “No, I don’t like doing it on the beach. Sand gets into all the sensitive spots.”

“How about in the water, then? No one will see us out there.”

She gave a little snort. “Have you ever done it like that? Salt water washes away all the lubrication pretty quick. It can get painful for a girl.”

“Then I guess we better head for your suite.”

She pushed his hands away and lifted herself mardin escort up on an elbow. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

He grinned again. “Yeah, I guess so. Shouldn’t I be?”

Celine snorted. “You Ivy League boys are all alike, think you’re God’s gift.”

He chuckled. “Aww, don’t be like that. I’m just trying to make your day less boring.”

She rolled her eyes. “I should get a little bit of a tan, you know. If I don’t come back with one people will wonder what I was doing at a beach resort.”

“They’ll undoubtedly assume you were doing what most women do on their honeymoon, Mrs. Carver.”

“Most women on their honeymoon do that sort of thing with their husbands,” Celine pointed out.

He laughed out loud. “Speaking of which, where is the old man? I noticed he wasn’t around as I strolled up.”

Celine grimaced. “He got a message about some business deal, said the call security wasn’t good enough here and caught a plane to Pape’ete to handle it.”

“After only one day on the island with you?” He shook his head. “Guess Daddy isn’t wasting any time showing you where his priorities lie.”

“And what exactly are you doing here, Mason?”

He shrugged. “Why, I’m on vacation. I took a guest house a few miles from here. It’s not on the beach, so I thought I’d use this one.”

“And just by chance you took this vacation in the same place and at the same time your father and I are on our honeymoon.”

“I had a feeling Dad wouldn’t stick around for the whole two weeks,” Mason said. “Not having time for family stuff is pretty much standard for him. I should know.”

“We can’t keep doing this, you know,” Celine said. “I shouldn’t have let you seduce me in the first place.”

“Probably not, but I didn’t tell Daddy, did I? I didn’t do one thing to derail your plan to enter into divine wedlock with my ridiculously wealthy sire,” Mason said. “I saw the pre-nup, by the by. Pretty grim if you ask me. The old man is getting stingier with age.”

“So I should let you keep screwing me because I’m so thankful you didn’t stop me from marrying your father?”

“No, I don’t expect that,” he answered. “On the other hand, you can’t deny that you’re a woman with a strong sex drive and that I’m a helluva lot better in bed than Daddy. When you come right down to it having an affair with me is probably the safest way you can cheat on him. And you know that in the end you’re going to cheat on him, just to have the occasional orgasm.”

The unfortunately thing was that her husband’s son (she found it completely impossible to think of him as her stepson) was quite correct on all counts. Celine sighed.

“All right, let’s go to the suite, then,” she said.


They stepped through the sliding door into the air-conditioned living room. Mason shut the door and started pulling the curtains.

“Do you want a drink first?” Celine asked. “The bar is right over …”

She didn’t get any farther as Mason took her into his arms and crushed his mouth against hers. Celine wrapped her own arms around his broad chest and kissed him back passionately.

They stood there for a long moment, tongues fencing and hands roving. Mason had applied far more sunscreen than was needed during his massage, so his fingers slid smoothy over her oiled body. Celine pushed her hands down into her lover’s board shorts to cup and squeeze the firm muscular buttocks beneath. Mason did not have to make an equivalent effort as her swimsuit left her toned rear uncovered to his groping fingers. Celine felt the pouch that covered her shaved pussy dampen as her secretions started to leak.

She pulled her mouth away, breathing hard. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” she said.

He shifted his grip and suddenly scooped Celine up into his arms. She whooped out a laugh as he carried her through the open door into the next room where the king-size bed waited. It occurred to Celine he was carrying her over a threshold on her honeymoon, something his father hadn’t bothered to try.

Mason lowered Celine onto the bed gently, following her down as he did. They resumed making out, this time undressing each other as well. Both pieces of the pricey swimsuit were tossed to a separate corner of the room. Celine tugged down Mason’s shorts and his erection sprang free, proud and eager.

The younger man kissed his way down her neck to her breasts and began suckling at her hard nipples. Celine moaned and rubbed his cock with one hand, circling it with her fingers and stroking it gently. It throbbed hotly, hard as steel in a way that her husband’s dick never quite matched no matter how much Cialis he took. Of course, the forty-year age difference between the two had something to do with that.

Mason shifted upward and straddled her, placing his manhood between her tits. Celine pressed them together and let him fuck her cleavage, the oily sunscreen providing lube. She was proud of the way that her breasts had stayed high and mostly firm into her nevşehir escort thirties without requiring surgery as yet. That would come, she knew, but for now she was still all-natural which allowed her to wear the most revealing garments without fear of any scars showing. She was sure her breasts were one of the things that had made her stand out when she was trying to gain Stanley Carver’s attention.

From tit-fucking Mason transitioned into feeding Celine his dick. She laved the head with her tongue, then as he pushed more of his length between her lips added a hand to stroke the shaft as she bobbed her head to suck the warm meatstick. It was a somewhat awkward position, so after a short time she patted him with her free hand indicating she wanted him on his back. They switched positions and now she knelt above him, dipping down to slurp on his organ. After licking the sides down to his balls and back up again, Celine took his cock in and slowly worked her way down his length until the head was past her tonsils and she’d swallowed every bit of his prong. At this point she rubbed his balls with her hand and began humming, making Mason groan.

Celine pulled off his dick, coughed, and then giggled, her hands still massaging his privates. “Bet those younger girls you date don’t do that.”

“Not most of them, no,” he replied. “But the real difference is even with the ones who do I’m the one who has to ask before they will.”

Her hands kept stroking his saliva-slick cock. “So I’m just a dirtier slut than the others, is that what you’re saying?”

“You’re certainly wilder in bed, that’s why I keep coming back,” Mason said with a grin.

“Not hearing a compliment yet. Guess you’ll have to work your mouth another way to keep me interested.”

Releasing his erection Celine lay back on the wide bed and spread her thighs. Mason rolled toward her, slipping his hands under her legs and pulling her pelvis closer to his face. He lowered his head to her crotch and began to lick her pussy. Closing her eyes, Celine ran her hands through her lover’s curly hair.

Another thing that distinguished Mason from his father was that he didn’t mind eating her. Celine wasn’t about to push the issue with Stanley; after all, sexual satisfaction was definitely not the reason she’d pursued him. But it did leave her craving oral pleasure, which was one of her favorite sorts of erotic activity.

A gap that Mason was happy and qualified to fill. Along with all of her other gaps, Celine thought with a smile.

Mason lapped and sucked and nibbled till Celine was very wet, then tongue-fucked her while fingering her clitty as she gasped and moaned her way to an orgasm. When he finally stopped she went limp, panting on the bed as he repositioned himself on top of her.

“Mmmm, sure you don’t want me from behind?” Celine asked. “I know that’s your favorite position.”

She gasped as he dropped his hips and suddenly drove his cock into her, instantly plunging through the wet opening and sliding half his length into her vagina.

“Maybe we’ll do it that way later,” Mason grunted. “Right now I need this.”

With a few more thrusts he worked his dick deep into her pussy. Celine wrapped her legs around him and used her head to draw his head down to her breast as he began to screw her with long, slow strokes. They rocked back and forth, her womanhood wet and welcoming, his cock eager and demanding. The scent and sound of their intercourse filled the bedroom.

Mason stopped tonguing her nipples and pushed himself back up on his arms to get more leverage. Celine knew what was coming from experience and braced her hands back against the headboard. The muscular young stud began to draw back and ram into her pussy full force now, pounding her like a drum, driving gasps and moans from her lungs.

The rate at which he plundered her cunt slowly ramped up until he was driving at her like a machine, their groins slapping together as Celine’s moans blended together into a kind of wordless chant. Mason’s face twisted into a grimace as his orgasm approach and he tried to hold in back, knowing that if he held out a bit longer they could cum together.

Mason groaned out, “Oh fuck, I can’t hold it.” Just then Celine wailed as her climax hit with perfect timing. Mason groaned again as his dick convulsed and began spraying his seed deep inside the older woman. He pumped in and out a few more times and then sank down, planting his member deep as it continued to spurt out semen into Celine’s clasping pussy.

Celine took a deep breath and let it out slow as her orgasm faded. She stroked Mason’s trembling buttocks as he finished inseminating her, his heavy body pushing hers into the mattress as his cock spasmed out the last few dribbles of sperm from his clenching testicles.


“So, why did you really come to Bora Bora? I can’t believe it was that you couldn’t find another girl to empty your balls for you.”

They lay naked on the bed niğde escort next to each other. Mason’s hand was casually stroking her flanks, his flaccid penis sagging flaccid on his thigh.

“Same reason I first made moves on you, really,” he said. “You were something of darling Daddy’s, and I couldn’t help wanting to thumb my nose at him by spoiling you for him.”

“That’s not exactly high praise for me,” Celine observed.

His hand caressed her breast. “Hey, you’re a fine piece, don’t get me wrong. You really are hella better in bed than most girls my age, I’d probably fuck you even if you weren’t Dad’s wife. But I figure you deserve the truth, which is that I showed up here hoping to screw you while you and Daddy were on honeymoon and remind you who the better man is. The old bastard has ruined my enjoyment so many times that being able to screw his wife feels like partial payback.”

Celine shifted, the better to present her tits to his touch. “I suppose I ought to be happy it’s not because you have some kinky ideas about incest. I am your step-mom know, I guess.”

His hand paused. “I’d actually prefer you didn’t remind me of that, it’s really pretty creepy when you think of it that way. I’m much rather consider you as a very sexy woman who’s just a few years older then me and happens to be married to my Dad.”

“Good, because that’s how I like it too.”

“Do you mind if I ask you a question next?” Mason said.

His hand was back massaging her breast. “Is it about if we can do anal next? Because I told you before, I only did it that one time because you got me drunk, and I regretted it for the next two days every time I tried to take a shit.”

He laughed. “No, I want to ask you why you went through with marrying Daddy. Like I said, I saw the pre-nup and it’s brutal! You get nothing except your personal property if you’re still married when he dies, and in case of a divorce then no matter who initiates it you not only get nothing, it says he has the right to claw back all the jewelry and stuff he’s given you as presents. You must be aware he ditched my Mom when she turned 45, right?”

Celine shrugged. “Hey, I had a lawyer look at it. She said that no matter what’s in there, there’s no way he can avoid paying child support. Considering his assets and lifestyle, child support is not going to be chicken feed.”

“Child support?”

“Now that we’re married I’m going to have my IUD removed,” Celine said. “He can’t stop me, he won’t even know. In fact, I’m thinking about having one of the local clinics here do it while he’s gone.”

Mason was shaking his head in disbelief. “The bastard hasn’t told you, has he?”

“Told me what?” Celine asked. “Hey, I’ve seen his medical record, even if I did have to bribe a file clerk to do it. He hasn’t had a vasectomy or anything.”

“No, Daddy dearest would never risk his vital masculinity by doing something permanent like that. But he’s on the board of more than one big pharmaceutical firm, and I happen to know that one of them has been working on a male contraceptive pill,” Mason said. “It’s not ready for market yet, but I also know that Daddy got them to give him a supply for ‘personal testing as part of his due diligence as a board member’; which is full of shit, but it’s not like they were going to tell him no.”

Celine froze. Stanley frequently bragged about how healthy he was, but she’d noticed that recently he’d been taking a pill every morning. He’d told her it was “vitamins.”

“That son of a bitch,” she groaned.

“I’m sure in his mind it’s insurance. If he decides he wants another heir, he’ll stop taking it,” Mason said. “My guess is that’s what he’ll do if I piss him off badly enough.”

“Fuck! That god-damned bastard,” Celine said. “He’s ruined my life! I spent the last three years catering to him, buttering him up, telling him what a great man he was! Now I’m going to end up in the poorhouse!”

“Being his wife is still a pretty good gig,” Mason pointed out.

“Yeah, right, until I get a little older and he trades me in for a newer model. You think I don’t know he’ll do that?” Celine raged. “Even if I somehow keep him from dumping me, he’s going to die someday and then I’ll be out on my ear, selling whatever jewelry I can wheedle out of him to keep from starving. I didn’t have to take Stanley, you know! There were plenty of other old rich assholes I could have gone after. I thought he’d at least be honorable enough to support me and my kid once he knocked me up, now that will never happen!”

Celine started to snivel as her anger gave way to self-pity. Mason patted her shoulder. “Hey, hey, don’t cry, babe. I hate it when girls cry, it’s so ugly. Look, maybe I can help somehow.”

Celine snuffled back tears. “How? Stanley has you on almost as short a leash as the one he has me on. I know because he brags about it, how you have to come to him for money all the time and he decides whether you can have it or not.”

Mason grunted. “Very true, it’s one of the reasons I dislike the bastard, even if he is my Dad.”

“You can’t help, Mason. Thanks for the offer, but your father has screwed us both real good.”

Mason perked up. “Hey, that might be the answer to your problem. Yeah, that could work!”

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