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It had been one hell of a day. My job takes me to a lot of billet. Unfortunately not many of them are what you would call exotic or really even picturesque. I am a field engineer for a John Roy Major business firm that specializes in the nutrient industry. Because of that almost of my work takes place in Podunk Hollow towns where grain elevators are the tallest structures, and the smell of whatever processing installation is there dominates your mother wit. Imagine my surprisal when my boss sent me the change of location dossier for my next misstep and the destination was Chicago, IL. I called him to take a crap sure that he had not made a mistake. He laughed and told me not to get too sex, I hadn't seen the site.
When I arrived at the plant, I found that the only glamorous part of this job was the name of the caller. Princeton Priceless product was in an old rundown construction on the wrong slope of Chicago. I found a motel that looked like a place where I was less likely 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 petty like a box of John Rock, and the bed dress smelled like they had been on the bed for weeks. Such was my lot in life. I had grown accustomed to these adroitness, and had learned that a thoroughly nursing bottle of Vodka had an pose way of making anything okay.
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 place figuring I might meet a lonely gal who would appreciate a nice tip and possibly could provide him with some company when her shift ended. Try as I may, I was ineffectual to get any of the three fille waiting the board to give me as much as instruction to go to hell. I finished my meal, eggs over spiritualist, sausage balloon, hashish browns and wholly wheat berry goner. I ate this meal as many as three meter a day. It may have been tiresome, but few people could bang up basic breakfast. I still left a nice tip, took one last face at the redheads skillful set of pap and headed for the hotel. Just down the street from hotel was a humble bar where I thought I might try again on the missionary post to secure some, if not liberal, comfortably affordable companionship for the even. The bar was quiet, mostly empty except for a few guys with probably the same mission as mine and two twosome who had had more than they could handle. The women were trying to get the men to lead and the men were basically telling them to go fuck off. From the audio of the conversation they had been US Army buddies who had met with their old kit at a reunion. They were a little loud at prison term but considering their age, around mid-forties, they seemed to be doing fine. The women were frustrated and wanted to leave alone. Finally after a lot of bitching, the men called for the curb and they moved toward the room access together. Both men were having fuss standing. They must give had a lot to drink. The taller of the two charwoman said she would repulse and they left. I decided it was time for me to leave behind 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 door on both side of meat and the cleaning lady had them open trying to assist their boozy husbands into the back seat. After they had the men in the car, the unforesightful woman, an attractive but manifest redhead, climbed into the passenger's side buns. The taller girl, a slender brunette walked around to the driver's incline."I'll drop 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 up some."The other woman offered"Ralph's gone. You're going to have to help me get him to the room."The other man bellowed,"I'll assistance you get him into the room. He's my buddy."And with that he passed out in the back seat. The women looked at one another and throw off their nous in disgust.
I watched as they pulled out of the lot and turned in the direction opposite word of my hotel. poor people broads, I thought, they come all the way to Michigan to hold some fun with their husbands and end up babysitting a couple of immature drunks. That was just sad. I drove past my hotel and down the route to another bar, hoping to improve my luck. Apparently, this neighborhood was where all the people who wanted to get salute and head out went to spend their eve. I stayed about an hour, having a few deglutition and talking with the bartender, who was prissy, but not my type. He would give been fine if I had been gay, but alas, the heterosexual demon had possessed me yet again and I was forced to return to the hotel without accompaniment.
As I entered the third house, I heard a commotion in the elevator foyer. When I got there I saw the marvelous slender brunette and her badly pissed husband trying to get into the elevator."Goddammit, Saint Paul,"she blurted out,"Try to digest up, you asshole."Her married man was sliding down the bulwark ineffective 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 drive the trading floor push for their floor. When we reached the fourth floor the car stopped and she indicated that this was their stop. 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 total lips, highschool cheek bones and the most amazing reddish blue eyes. Her brunette hair framed her fount with balmy wavy curls that seemed to glisten in the pale light 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 woman said"He just had too a good deal to drink."And then she added bitterly,"As usual."“ It wasn't any trouble at all."I told her and turned to bequeath.
"Could you maybe help me get him undressed ?"she surprised me with this postulation, but I figured, ‘ What the hell, I'm not doing anything anyway.'“ Sure,"I said and turned to facilitate her pack his pants off. She wrestled his shirt over his head word and pushed him over on his position. When she did his flaccid cock fell out of the fly of his Boxer."Bastard,"she choked out as she reached and roughly put it back into his shorts."Well hold on Ma'am,"I said trying to sedate her down a bit,"Stella"she said"My gens is Stella."“ O.K. then, Stella."I resumed"He's just been having a good meter, I saw you all in the bar. He's probably going to be sorry as hell on earth in the forenoon, so why don't you just let the diddly-squat Book of the Prophet Daniel beat the Hell out of him ?"She choked back a sob,"This was supposed to be a second honeymoon for us."She said"We're going to Chicago, he said, raft of nice spot to eat and see, he said, and when we are in the hotel alone we can get a little crazy….Fuck he's been drunk since we got here and we only have one Sir Thomas More day left. I haven't had one nice meal, or seen one tourist attraction, or for that issue been as a lot as finger fucked in four daylight. I am so horny, and I'd just about fuck a homeless guy if he came onto me right field now."She looked at me and realized that her rant was directed at a number stranger. She was embarrassed, but I could see that she was as earnest 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, but I sure could use a little slit right now."Her face turned crimson, she turned to avoid eye contact with me."I'm sorry, I lost my head a little."She blurted out"I'm so abash I could die. Please forgive me for making such a tomfool of myself."I shrugged my shoulders and sighed."That's o.k. 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 assume my apology."With that I sauntered toward the door and at the Sami metre unzipped my pants. When I turned to say goodnight, my punishing shaft was sticking out to wave good-by."Oh my,"she gasped"Oh my."She looked toward her bibulous hubby sleeping like a dead man on the bed. She turned back and looked, no star, directly at my swollen humanness."Oh my,"she repeated."Ma'am, ‘ err Stella."I corrected myself"I'd see it an laurels if you let me study you back to my room and fuck you like you've never been fucked before, so this trip would feature at to the lowest degree something skillful for you to remember."She was breathing heavily now as she stared at my putz. She moved across the elbow room and took it into her hand. She looked back at her husband."I'd have to be back before morning,"she cautioned"We check out tomorrow."“ Oh, baby lady friend, I'll have you home before your mommy knows you've had your pants down."I added"Let's go have some fun."
We left the elbow room after she had collected her key and grabbed a nighty from her suitcase. We walked down the Charles Martin Hall to the stairs, and walked down the flight to my flooring. As we entered my room she spun and kissed me hard on the mouth."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, erection standing proud to greet her when she came out of the lavatory. When she entered the elbow room she was wearing a very sheer, very sexy melanize negligee that made her pap look amazing. She had a courteous Dubyuh of pubic hair, delicate Brown about a ghost lighter than her tomentum. Her bosom were high and taut with very courteous abstruse garden pink teat that shown through the sheer fabric. She did not wear any panty. I always loved a girl who was efficient.
"What do you think ?"she asked. My dick stood there at attending 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 think that I do this all the time."She said."I've only cheated a few times on Paul, my hubby, but it was always his fault."She leaned forward and took my pecker in her hand."You sure have a gracious dick."She said,"I could get used to this one."She leaned down and took it into her mouth. My bridge player wandered to the hem of her nighty and I started to stroke her labia and button. She drew her breather in as I touched her. I pulled her off my cock and brought her face up to mine. We kissed. Her rim and tongue were particularly soft. She had odorous breath, and it was hot against my boldness. I continued to stroke her clit. She tugged at my rooster as we kissed and became better acquainted. She took the star and climbed into position and slid down on my hardened shaft. She exhaled deeply as I entered her. She took on the function of concert master and played my instrument like a ace. She was cumming in minutes and became very animated as she picked up her tempo. Her hips slammed down against my hips and her pussy felt as though she were sucking me off with it. She was amazingly wet and her heating plant made it difficult to keep from blowing my cargo, but I thought of everything former than her hot cunt to hold control. After about XX min she exploded into a series of long, satisfying, orgasms that came in waves over her organic structure. My own release was solid ground shaking. I thought I was about to buy the farm out, the pleasure was so acute. When I erupted she shouted in surprise, a feel of delight crossed her face. She collapsed against my breast breathing heavily. Her kisses were landing everywhere along my speed body. She sighed deeply as she continued to pump her hip joint and milk my cock."Oh, that was amazing."She said."I just realized I don't know your name."“ Chuck,"I replied"eats Blue."Her eyes were sparkling as we talked."well, Chuck, how was it ?"she asked."Better than I imagined it would be."I said"It was so effective, you are such a considerate lover."“ Oh, really ?"she said pulling her drumhead back off my dresser"How so ?"I looked into those gravel eye and chuckled a footling."Most of the womanhood who take advantage of me, just finish, spring off, put their snatch away and leave."She burst into laughter."Oh, I see."She continued to express mirth,"fountainhead, I'm not that kind of girl."She said. We were still joined at the groin, so our talking was in pretty tight twenty-five percent.
She wiggled her hips a lilliputian causing my shaft to bring up inside her very tight quim. She kissed my chest of drawers and suckled on my nipples trying to get my cock to get rock hard again, but I was in need of a few minutes to rebuild my strength before going again.
She rolled off me and lay close next to me."Alice Paul isn't a bad guy,"she started"He went through Hell in Nam, and when he came home he had to do rehab for drugs that he had become addicted to over there. He said that our own politics had made them uncommitted to the troops so we wouldn't win. He said that his C.O. told him that President Johnson said that he was making too much money to end the war, and that he would give the ‘ boys'something to keep their intellect off the fighting. He said there was to a greater extent pussy and drugs there than you could shake a stick at. A lot of hombre over there came dwelling house all fucked up with VD and such. Somehow he didn't bring home any VD, but he sure was fucked up on drugs."As she talked she stroked my cock with her free hand."We were married before he went over, and yes, I fucked around while he was gone, but what's a miss to do, I just screw getting fucked."She said very matter-of-factly."But, after he came menage, I stopped messing around, well, with most of the guy. A duo of them kept coming around."She continued her history."After a while I stopped altogether, and I have been mostly close, except for our preacher, who's got the cutest little ass, and the paper boy."I threw my head back as I laughed at her profession of faithfulness."The theme boy ?"I barked"How old is he ?"she put her finger on her Chin as if she were thinking deeply"I'm not really certain, but that child has the with child turncock I've ever seen. And his mum tells me that he licks pussy like a champ."I roared with laughter."hoot, Stella, you're one of a kind."She bent down and took my cock back into her mouth and within min had me cook for another round. She wanted me to fuck her doggy this time so I got behind her and bang fucked her through another series of well-nigh violent orgasms before we were done.
About three AM she quietly dressed and left the room. I wondered how in the earth I had been favorable enough to nock such an unexpected and delightful piece of ass. I fell off to sleep, not looking forward to the alarm clock in the morning.
Chapter Two :
That fucking alarm clock went off regardless of my feelings, and I got up to start my day. I showered, jerked off thinking about my friend Stella, and left for breakfast. I ate at the hotel diner, not the best place in town, but it was convenient and even they couldn't fuck up breakfast.
The drive to the plant went through a neighborhood that harbored drug crime, prostitution, murder, and whatever law-breaking one might consume in mind to commit. A couple of years prior I had seen a man shot to death in a bar over two dollars. That was in Detroit but it was in the same kind of neighborhood.
As he pulled into the secured parking lot, Cassie Princeton University, pulled her sleek Mercedes 500 class into her designated space."Wow, that's some ride."I remarked. huisache, a improbable forty-something woman looked my way as she was gathering her briefcase and preparing to close her doorway."it says Priceless not free"she said indicating the foretoken that hung on the building. I smiled and acknowledged her point. I offered to help her into the role and walked along as we entered."Well, do we feature a chance at respectability ?"she asked referring to the government compliance 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 and sat down at one of the round tables that were there for the stave."So tell me chow, what does one do when not working inside the wall of our modest establishment ?"I looked at her and enquire if I should tell her about Frank Stella. Better judgment prevailed, and I shared that I usually found a reasonable place to eat, I explained my philosophy of breakfast, and then I said I went to my elbow room and take in TV. The lie was apprehensible. I didn't want to share that I frequented cake because they might lower on that, and I didn't want them to think that I required a lot of entertainment either.
cassie said she would go looney if she had to spend her even in a motel room all the time. She said she didn't even like staying in hotels on holiday. I joked and asked her what a vacation was, she smiled a pretty grin and offered that she had far too few of them. She and her father owned and ran the company. They made a line of frozen starter and entry that were well received by the world, thus affording them a very good income."So, what does Mrs. grub think of life on the road ?"she asked."wellspring, it lasted about sixteen months, and then she told me that my being away all the time was too much and she left me for a lawyer, who handled her divorce and cleaned me out. The bastard,"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 route, I wish it were a slight more glamorous, but I have found that most of the sept I meet out here are genuine. You don't find too many phonies. When you meet somebody who drives a truck for a living, he has a narration that he wants to tell, and if you listen you learn something about the human being look. That is what I'm all about ; I record the narrative of the human spirit."Cassie looked at me with a different position than when she first sat down."Would you moot having dinner with me this evening ?"she asked"What about Mr. flame tree ?"I asked."The names Princeton, had been all my life, and there is no Mr. Cassie."She said as an explanation."Then sure, I'll have dinner with you."She offered to pick me up at my hotel, but I told her that driving that car into that neighborhood at night would be an capable invitation to a carjacking. She agreed to meet me at a eatery in the suburbs near her base, and gave me the address. We agreed to meet at 8:00 PM fashionably late for dinner and early for supper. I imagined that I would ingest to run through a movement 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 plant and marked up the draftsmanship they had sent with the dossier. I would stop past the FedEx post on my way to the hotel to send that day's gathered information for the engineers back domicile to start processing. I arrived at the hotel to obtain that Stella and Paul had left me a fruit basket to thank me for my help the night before. I noticed that there were no bananas ; I figured Frank Stella had used them to overindulge her starving pussy.
I arrived at the telling savoir-faire Cassie had given me, give thanks goodness for my GPS. I would never consume known where to go without it. I parked my modest SUV in the campaign, thinking I should probably have parked on the street to economize my boss the embarrassment of having it sit there. As I walked to the door a representative broke my wagon train of persuasion."Chuck, the door is unfastened, add up in and wait for me in the front room."I realized that the voice came from the intercom at the front door. There was a camera mounted disk overhead, so I was observed as I drove in."Is it okay to exit 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 intercommunication system. ‘ Smartass'I thought to myself, If I had known her bettor I would said it out loud. I sat in the parlor, which was pretty Nice, considering it was only the s or 3rd one I had ever seen. There were paintings on the bulwark, rattling house painting with brush separatrix and everything. Each one had a petty igniter over the top of it to light it up for better viewing. The furniture was very well-situated, what I call ass grabbing hot seat that suck your ass deep into them and make it hard to get up. I was about to get up and get a beneficial look at one of the piece of music of sculpture when Cassie made her ingress. I have to say, I was blown away. The Lapplander woman who at the plant dressed in no nonsense business sector courting and low heeled skid came into the way in a smoke hot black mini attire that clung to her very prissy body. She had on four inch mellow dog that made her legs look exquisite. Her hair was combed out and lay in farsighted smooth waves down her peril back. Miss Princeton was a babe.
"Did you have any trouble finding me ?"she asked. I was so taken by her it took me a minute to reply."Err uhh No."I finally stammered out"GPS"I said in account. She held her wrap toward me to have me help her put it on. I was lucky to get that without having to be told. I helped her and we left the house. When we got out of doors she pushed in a code on the computer keyboard and the garage door opened exposing the Mercedes."Do you mind if we take my car ?"she asked. I wondered what the hell I might birth said. ‘ Oh no, let's accept my piece of shit, I'll just take to clean out the front seat so you can sit that gorgeous ass down.'Instead I muttered"No that will be fine."She smiled coyly.
I opened her door and she slid into the passenger can. I walked around to the driver's side and got in. My palms were a kitty of perspiration."She pushed the push button that started the engine and spoke firmly into the vocalization acknowledgement organization."Bartolini's"the machine responded"Take a right at the future intersection."And thus started my eve.
Chapter Three :
Driving the Mercedes was awing, but looking over into this womanhood's beautiful face as I drove surpassed any illusion that I can remember. Her face was illuminated by the console lighting. Her long legs appeared to be much longer when she was seated. She crossed her leg and turned to face me."This little eating house lacks the gaudiness that some people enjoy, but it has the most gravel Chicken Masala in the Earth, and they have a goodish, though walker wine list."She extended her deal to smooth out her skirt 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 smiling.
The GPS guided us directly to the valet parking. I hustled out of the car to open her door, but the valet pound me to it. I watched as her hanker legs emerged from the seat. She was the paradigm of goodwill. I have no idea why my mind immediately compared her to 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 departure in the ride. I was trying my unspoilt to act like I'd been to this sort of billet before, and actually I had, but she just had me so flustered that I was acting variety of stupid. As we entered the Maître ‘ D greeted us."practiced eventide Ms. Princeton, so squeamish to see you again."I immediately realized how under dressed I was for this even. I had worn a pair of grizzly sharkskin slacks, a pullover knit shirt, and casual loafers. I felt like her lawn boy. I thought for a min and then surmised that her lawn boy had Thomas More class than I did.
We were seated at"her"board 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 banter continued for what seemed like an eternity until thankfully a steward offered me a bottle of wine for approval, I picked up the vibe and asked if they had it in another twelvemonth ? That blew them away, when the Maître ‘ D scoffed at the steward and said bring the'65 you fool. It made me look like a genius. After everyone had left our table sweet wattle began to laugh."That was marvelous."She cried."The look on Phillipe's grimace was priceless."“ Just like Princeton's production"I added. With that she laughed from her gut, as if she were truly enjoying this joke."Oh, chow, you are a hoot."She choked in between mysterious laughs."What would you have done if he had gotten mad at you ?"she asked"I probably would make kicked his ass, what did he mean bringing anything but the'65."I answered and with that scented wattle screamed with delight.
When the waiter came, she asked if they were still serving breakfast, which caused him to stammer and then rush away as if stab in the gut. She continued to express joy out loud, as a thing of fact she did most of the night. After it was explained that they never served breakfast, we ordered, scented wattle had the wimp Masala and I chose the fettuccine Alfredo with singe prawn. We drank the the pits out of that'65 and ordered another feeding bottle. By the time we ordered dessert, we were both find little nuisance. Over dinner we talked about the food diligence, I shared some of my pet repugnance news report about her competition, and she shared the history of how they grew from her Gramma's kitchen to a sixty million dollar a class solid food giant, making the same thing that she ate as a baby."Some people have all the lot,"I threw in"If I made what I grew up eating, I might not be eating breakfast every repast of the day."Her climate changed to melancholy."It hasn't been a sodding ride."She said"My Dad's been very strict with me, limiting my exposure to men, keeping me busy with the business instead of allowing me to go through real life."“ fountainhead, real spirit actually sucks."I popped in trying to brighten her mood. She through her foreland back in another mystifying belly laugh and she reached across the table and kissed me on the face. I was slightly surprised by that move but the side by side one made me candidate for well-nigh gobsmacked individual of the twelvemonth. Her helping hand ran up my thigh and she squeezed my soft cock."I hope the inebriant didn't causa you to suffer E.D."she screamed at her own joke,"seed on let's get out of here."
She and I rushed to the social movement doorway, I was trying to ask about the bill, but she assured me they knew where she lived, and that they would just charge it to her account. The valet must feature anticipated our expiration because the car rolled up outside as we cleared the door. We literally jumped into the car and sped away. She draped herself over my organic structure and began to massage my cock."semen on picayune buddy,"she snickered as she pulled my zipper down."Wan na arrive out and bring with Cassie's kitty-cat ?"I was breaking every law known to man driving with one hand on the wheel and one hand down her thigh. I was not really surprised to find she wasn't wearing panties, but I was surprised to find that she had a full ontogenesis of pussycat tomentum. 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 back talk thrusting her lingua deep into my mouth. Now, not only did I not have thoroughgoing restraint of the car, I couldn't see as well. How we made it into the parkway I will never recognize. She threw her door open and virtually drug me out of the passenger side of the car. The ride over the console was memorable. She shouted a command to the entry scheme which unlocked the door automatically. We burst into the foyer and she slammed the door behind us and tackled me right there. She mounted me and directed my swollen cock into her throbbing pussy and we fucked, we didn't make love life, we didn't romantically embrace, we fucked, as hard and as fast as both of us could wield. Her ramification were wrapped around me when I landed on the bottom and take up up to her breasts when she made it back on top. She licked and kissed my human face and dresser, she bit my neck. She was absolutely out of control. I loved it. It was Stella on steroid hormone. This cleaning woman was fucking for all the marbles. She had been denied too long and when she finally got what she was after she was enjoying it to the maximum limit. I was surely if she had any tattoos they would say"Substantial penalty for early withdrawal."After what seemed to be hr, but in realism was probably only twenty to thirty minute, she collapsed having just experienced a totally exhausting climax. My prick was still grueling, 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 cock."Thanks, winky."She said to my now shriveling cock. We got up off the level."Come on upstairs, you're disbursement the night."I began to resist but she just looked at me sternly and said"I pay your split and I promise a sound breakfast in the morning."What could I say. The lady drove a concentrated steal.
To be continued :