Sluts and money

Sitting out on the back deck I do not always hear the
doorbell when it rings. I should probably fix that
problem some day since I spend so much time out here
enjoying the view and sun. But then again I do not get
many unexpected guests.

I live on the outskirts of town on a large bluff. The
back of my home faces the south towards the city and the
view is spectacular. The view was the main reason I
choose this spot to build, that and it is quiet and
peaceful without a neighbor within a mile. The large
expansive deck and patio is where I spend most of my
nights and some days as I work from home.

It is Friday, midafternoon, the sun high in the sky with
a temperature of nearly 80 degrees. It is very pleasant
out here sitting under the covered area of the deck.
With iced tea in hand I was just getting ready to light
the first cigar of the day. I save my cigar time to when
my work day is complete so that I can enjoy the time it
takes to really appreciate the craftsmanship.

I moistened the wrap, clipped the end and placed the
cigar to my lips to light, Clyde, my German Shepard,
rose his head, ears alert. Being that I just walked
outside minutes ago, I did not see the car drive up the
private road. Clyde rose, walked to the door, and looked
back at me. Looking at Clyde I asked, “what is it boy?”
With that he pranced into the house towards the front
door. With a sigh I followed.

Sure enough the doorbell rang again. “Good boy Clyde,” I
said as I rubbed between his ears.

I wasn’t expecting company; I was dressed in only a pair
of linen shorts. Hearing the bell again, boy somebody is
impatient; I walked a little brisker and opened it.

“I am so sorry Mr. Walsh,” breathed an excited Jaclyn or
Jackie as she preferred.

Jackie is my housekeeper. She normally arrives on
Thursdays, which she did just the day before, to clean
my home. She works for a service in town and she was
assigned my place to clean once a week. She attends the
local university and I believe she is in her second
year. I am not sure on this point since I never asked;
she rarely opens up about her personal life. She usually
shows up, lets herself in, does her work and is off.

“Jackie, what’s the matter?” I said. Her makeup was
smudged around her eyes as if she had been crying.

“Mr. Walsh, can I come in and talk with you?” Jackie
asked while looking down at her feet.

“Sure Jackie, I was just out on the back deck when you
arrived. Would you like something to drink, lemonade,
iced tea, water?”

“Do you have anything stronger Mr. Walsh? I sure could
use something to calm my nerves.”

“Sure thing Jackie, help yourself, you know where
everything is. I will be out back come and join me
there.”

Jackie is a cute, petite girl, standing probably no more
than 5’2″ and 100 pounds. She has long raven hair, big
brown eyes, a button nose and full reddish lips. Her
hips flair out just right for her frame, her legs are
muscular but not big and her breasts are probably a
large B cup.
Jackie poured herself a straight shot of bourbon,
quickly drank it down and poured another.

With the second glass poured she walked out to the deck
where I was sitting. She already looked much calmer.
Sitting across from me she gazed across the valley over
the city. She obviously had something on her mind and it
must be heavy on her shoulders considering she drove out
here to talk with me. I hardly know the girl.

Giving her some time I took a sip of my tea and decided
to light that cigar that I was getting ready to enjoy.
With the cigar lit I sank into my chair as if Jackie
wasn’t even there. Me too gazing across the city,

“It’s very beautiful up here,” Jackie said breaking the
silence.

“Yes it is,” I answered. “This is the reason I picked
this spot for my home.”

“Do you get lonely up here all by yourself?” said
Jackie, I mean you hardly ever leave especially since
you work here to.”

“Oh I get to town a few times a week. I meet with
clients, shop for groceries, got out to dinner,” I
responded.

“Yes I suppose you do,” Jackie contemplated.

More silence ensued. Clyde was lying next to Jackie and
I was puffing on my cigar. I was in no hurry before
Jackie arrived; I guess I shouldn’t be in a hurry now. I
was more curious than anything. I am sure she has a good
reason for coming, but looking at her slightly
disheveled state I was not going to press, at least not
yet.

After about fifteen minutes I rose from my chair,
grabbed both mine and Jackie’s glass and walked into the
house. In the kitchen I could see Jackie sitting, gazing
out over the city. I would assume with whatever was on
her mind see really didn’t see anything. Jackie’s feet
were stretched out in front of her, her feet were bare.
I could see the week old polish on her toes, some shade
of red and starting to peel. Her legs were tan and I
could make out all the muscles up her calves and over
her thighs. They were twitching slightly; apparently she
was unable to relax. From this angle I could not see her
short denim shorts. She looked naked from the waist
down. My mind wandered with that observation. I wonder
why I never noticed those legs before. Probably because
she worked and then left, always wearing appropriate
clothing, the service must have a loose dress code, no
provocative clothing.

Shaking my head clear I reached for a new glass for me
walked to the fridge and tumbled a couple of cubes of
ice in each glass. I walked over to the liquor cabinet
grabbed the bourbon and poured three fingers each.

I paused again on my way out the door and gazed once
more at Jackie sitting there. The angle this time was
different. Jackie’s long hair cascaded across the back
of the chair, the strap of her tank top invisible making
her shoulders appear bare. Her breasts from this angle
looked larger than I am sure they are and her nipple was
erect. “Curious,” I thought, she must not be wearing a
bra.

I stepped out and placed a refilled glass at her side
and then settled into my own chair. Again silence.

I could only be so patient so I decided to give her only
a few more minutes before I spoke.

Jackie took a small taste of the bourbon, set down the
glass and turned to me. I could see her out of the
corner of my eye, but I did not turn.

“Mr. Walsh,” said Jackie.

I turned her big brown doe eyes were looking directly
into mine. “Jackie, since you are here for reasons other
than work call me Mike.”

“Ok Mr… Ok Mike. I have a serious problem and I needed
to run. I didn’t know where to go, but I thought of you
and this house out of town. I thought it might be safe
until I figure things out.”

“Safe here, how long are you planning on staying?” I
asked.

“Well,” Jackie paused for a long moment, “I haven’t
thought that far ahead yet.”

“Jackie, on a scale of one to ten, how serious is this
problem of yours?”

Without hesitation Jackie said, “Eleven.”

“That serious huh?” I was young once and I remember the
serious problems I encountered. In looking back at my
“elevens” they were really no more than maybe a three or
four. “I can see in your face that the wheels in your
head are spinning. Why don’t you stay here for the night
and if you are up to it in the morning we can talk
more.”

Jackie’s shoulders dropped, it looked as if a weight had
been lifted and she could somewhat relax. “Thank you
Mike, I really could use a night to think.”

Clyde, sitting next to Jackie, lifted his ears and he
sat his chin on her thigh. Dogs must know more of what
is going on than we give them credit for. Jackie smiled
at him and wrapped her arms around his neck to give him
a big squeeze. I think Clyde was smiling at me.

I would be smiling too.

Jackie stood, excused herself into the house, as I sank
back into my chair. I grabbed my cigar in my right hand
and my bourbon in my left and contemplated the previous
events.

“What could be so serious to a girl only twenty. How old
was she?”

“Was she wearing a bra under that tank top?”

“Where is her family, did she live alone here in town?”

“I wonder if she shaves trims or is au naturel.”

“Is she having boyfriend troubles?”

“Of the $100 a week I pay the cleaning service how much
of that does Jackie get?”

Breaking me out of my thought Jackie stood in the
doorway to the house. “Mike, I am making dinner tonight
what should we have? I didn’t look in the kitchen; I
didn’t want you thinking I was snooping.”

“Jackie, I haven’t thought that far ahead, I usually go
into town on Fridays a get a bite at McGruder’s.”

Jackie’s eyes dropped to the floor, “Ok, you mind if I
find a little something for me here?”

“Jackie, why don’t you join me?”

“Oh no, I can’t go back into town, not tonight.”

“Well then, I guess we can browse the kitchen and see
what we have. There won’t be much I usually drive to
town on Saturday to grocery shop.”

“Mike, you stay there I will see what to make.” With
that Jackie turned and disappeared once again.

Fifteen minutes later Jackie reappeared. She had the
bottle of bourbon in her hand and refreshed my glass. “I
found a couple of steaks in the freezer, one potato I
will bake and we can split, and enough for a small
salad. Does that sound alright with you?”

“Delicious. Everything is better when prepared for you.”

“The steaks will take a little while to thaw, would you
mind if I took a shower while we wait?”

“Not at all,” I said, “make yourself at home tonight.
You probably know more than me about where everything
is.”

With that she pranced into the house again. She does
look like she feels better; again “elevens” are many
times a three or four.

Forty-five minutes later I heard Jackie in the kitchen.
I just finished the last of my bourbon and my cigar.
Moments later she appeared and walked to the edge of the
deck. She was wearing one of my t-shirts, she placed her
arms on the railing, lifted her heals and bent at the
waist as she leaned forward. Her calves became taunt and
the bottom of the t-shirt rose up her thighs.

The way she was angled and the position of the sun
Jackie was silhouetted in such a way I could see the
outline of her legs where they joined in paradise. I
could not see her sex, but I could definitely imagine.
She inhaled a deep breath and turned.

My eyes were still at the level of her pussy, she caught
me looking. With the light on her back my previous
question still went unanswered. I glanced up slowly to
her breasts, her nipples visible under the light cotton.
Father up her lips were slightly parted, a small smile
formed. Her eyes were expressive, definitely not the
girl that walked into my house earlier this afternoon.
The make-up smudges were gone; her face was clean and
without makeup. Jackie was absolutely gorgeous.

I smiled back. “You look like you feel better.”

“I do, thank you. I will start dinner in a few minutes;
I hope you don’t mind if I borrowed a shirt I didn’t
bring any other clothes. I put mine in the wash so they
would be clean for tomorrow.”

“Not at all Jackie, in fact it looks better on you than
it could ever look on me.”

Dinner was wonderful and simple; the red wine Jackie
picked went well with the steak. The conversation was
light, Jackie seemed to forgotten what brought her here.
She cleaned up for us and again we found ourselves on
the deck. The sun was down and the lights below
illuminated the city. The sky was clear and the
temperature dropped into the low seventies. I could see
that Jackie’s nipples were hard under the t-shirt. Her
legs were stretched out in front of her and slightly
parted. The result was that the t-shirt was high on her
thighs. If I was in front of her looking on I am sure
the view would be much better than the city below us.

A quiet hour later Jackie stood, stretched and retired
for the night.

Soon after I went to the master bedroom, stripped naked
and settled on top of the covers. My hand rested on my
cock seemingly on its own. My mind flashed across the
afternoon, Jackie’s watery eyes when she first arrived,
her long muscular legs, her nipples poking against the
thin cotton, the sun shining through the t-shirt, the
silhouette of her sex. Before I knew it my cock
exploded, cum spurting up to my chest, pooling on my
stomach and dripping down my hand.

I went to the bathroom, cleaned up, returned to bed and
was fast asleep.

Morning came with the smell of fresh coffee. Looking
through the kitchen window I saw Jackie leaning against
the railing looking down the valley. The sun wasn’t in
the right position to get the same view as the day
before, but I am positive my ass doesn’t look that good
while wearing my own t-shirt. I poured a cup of coffee,
I was wearing pajama pants, my cock semi-erect and
swaying as I walked. Jackie turned and looked then
turned back to the view.

I was sitting now, still admiring my own new view and
said, “Jackie, are you ready to talk?”

She turned again, walked to the chair and sat.

With a deep breath, then an exhale, it all came out.

“Yesterday morning I drove 200 miles to this town across
the state line to pick up some drugs and deliver them to
another town. While driving down the highway I felt like
I was being followed and pulled into a busy rest area.
Freaked out I took the drugs into the bathroom and
flushed them down the toilet. I came back here and while
I was pacing around my apartment my phone rang about a
half an hour after I was supposed to show. I didn’t
answer; they hung up and called again, over and over.
Since I didn’t answer any of the calls I got a text
which said, **Where are my fucking drugs BITCH**.

I dropped the phone and started crying then the phone
beeped again. Another text, **You have one hour or you
are dead**. That was yesterday, I haven’t heard back. I
ran out of my apartment crying, got into my car and
drove around for about an hour. Then I realized that the
place I picked up the drugs would know my car. I freaked
again, not knowing where to go I drove my car straight
here. It is way out of the way, they couldn’t possibly
know where I am. I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have come
here. I will go get my clothes and leave.”

I don’t think she took a breath it all came out so fast,
I had questions.

“Jackie, first take a deep breath, then tell me where
your keys are, I will park the car in the garage.”

With that I walked into the spare room got the keys and
promptly moved the car. I walked back into the house and
back out to the deck. Jackie was curled up on the chair;
her knees were to her chest feet flat on the chair, her
head resting on top of her knees. From the way I
approached I now knew the answer to my question,
trimmed.

The way she was sitting made her fully exposed. I am not
sure if she realized that her pussy was on full display
or if she even cared. Her pussy lips were plump, but not
from arousal, that was their natural state.

I turned around, walked back into the house and up to my
room. I retrieved a pair of boxer shorts and returned to
the deck.

“Jackie, put these on.”

She looked up, embarrassed. Her cheeks did not turn red
since they were already red from her story. She stood,
turned away from me and slipped on the boxers. “Thank
you,” she said and sat back down. “Mr. Walsh you have
been very kind and I am sorry that I have bothered you.
I don’t want you involved so I need to leave and figure
this all out.”

I kneeled down in front of her and said, “Jaclyn,” I
reached up and brushed the hair from her face. I could
tell that her big brown eyes were getting ready to tear
up. “Let me ask you some questions first, then let me
see what I can do to help.”

I sat back down across from her and thought for a
moment.

“Was this the first time you have done this?”

“Yes, I was desperate, my rent is due and I am really
short on the money I need.”

I looked at her, “have you asked your parents for help?”

She looked down at her feet; she is curled up in the
same position as before but now the boxers are covering
her. “I don’t have any parents. I was in and out of
foster care since I was eight and I moved west when I
got out of high school. After about three years I moved
here and decided to try to go to college. I was tired of
moving around, being homeless and afraid.”

“I see,” I said. “Have you told anyone else about this?
How did you come across these people to run drugs for?”

“Well, I called a friend from the last place I lived and
asked her if she knew of some quick work that I could do
to make a few hundred dollars. She said she was still
prostituting, but not on the street anymore she was
using the internet. I don’t want to do that again I
said.”

“Again,” I said, apparently out loud though I meant to
say that to myself.

Jackie looked away, her voice quieted a notch, “Yes,
again. I am not proud that I did that, I needed to. I
was on my own and needed to survive. I watched the girls
around me get hooked on various drugs. I didn’t want
that, that is why I was turned to foster care. My
parents were addicts.”

“I am sorry to hear that Jackie,” I said and I genuinely
meant it.

She turned back to me, she was looking in my eyes, I
think trying to read me. Her brown eyes were beautiful,
I stared back. She smiled at me and said, “thank you Mr.
Walsh.”

“No more Mr. Walsh, remember its Mike.”

“Ok Mike it is. Anyway my friend told me she was running
drugs up the interstate and they pay her $300 a trip. I
needed about $500 to pay my rent and buy some food, so I
thought two trips would get me back on track. Since it
is summer my student aid stopped until the fall term.
The housekeeping agency doesn’t pay enough for me to
live. Being a college town work is hard to find in the
summer.”

That I can understand, about 20,000 students vacate the
town for the summer. Tourism brings in a few people
during the summer with all of the outdoor activities but
those jobs are hard to come by.

“Do these people know where to find you; do they know
that you live here?”

“I don’t think they know unless my friend told them. She
doesn’t know exactly where I live but she does know
where I go to school.”

“Jackie, can I have your phone?”

Jackie got up and went into the house. She retrieved her
phone and brought it back. I looked at the texts,
nothing new.

I started typing on her phone, she looked a little
scared.

**I don’t have the drugs anymore, I was being followed
and flushed them**

We waited, but not for long. A text came back.

I looked at Jackie, “Is this your everyday phone?”

“Yes.”

I opened the new text and read it. **BITCH I am at your
school I only had to hit Caitlyn five times to get her
to talk I will find you**

I looked back at Jackie, she was standing behind me. She
wasn’t really crying but tears were running down her
cheeks. Her hands were shaking a little. She reached
around me; her head rested on my shoulder and said, “I
am scared.”

I turned and started typing again, **what can I do to
make this right**

Moments later the phone beep, then beeped again.

**I want my drugs $2k or $8k plus $2k for my trouble**

**or I want your ass you are going to work it off**

“Do you have any idea who this guy is?” I asked.

Jackie shook her head.

I put the phone down. Jackie walked over to the railing.
She looked sick.

“Well we only have one choice to get you out of this,” I
said.

Jackie turned, “I don’t have enough money to pay my
rent, the drugs are gone, so the only choice is to run.”

“Well I wasn’t thinking that, so I guess you have two
choices.”

Jackie didn’t smile, instead she ran into the house and
into the guest room.

I slowly followed. The door was ajar so I walked in.
“Oh, sorry,” I said. I just as quickly backed up and
closed the door.

Jackie was naked, from the angle I was at in the door
way I could only see her from behind. Her long hair
cascaded forward as she was bent over putting on her
panties. Her right leg was bent and raised off the
ground as she put her foot through to one side, her
pussy on full display once again. Leaning forward her
breasts swung slightly as she moved. She was in a hurry.

I waited a few moments and knocked.

Jackie opened the door and walked past toward the
garage. As she walked she was looking in her purse, I
would assume for her keys.

I reached in my pocket, grabbed the keys and held the up
for when she figured why she didn’t have them any
longer.

She turned to face me, “I moved your car, remember?”

She approached me to grab them but I placed them back in
my pocket. “Jackie, let’s talk. Running will not fix
your problems only postpone them.”

“Mr. Walsh…”

Mr. Walsh again I thought.

“I appreciate you letting me stay here last night so I
could think, but I need to leave, I have no other
option.”

I looked into those brown eyes, “Give me fifteen minutes
to talk, just fifteen minutes.”

With a deep sigh Jackie turned and walked into the
living room. She plopped herself down in a chair, arms
crossed and waited.

I followed and sat across from her, “look Jackie, I know
this is overwhelming, but let’s see if we can come up
with a solution. Maybe we can go to the cops and tell
them what happened.”

“NO! No cops. They will just come after me anyway, if
not this guy then one of his buddies.”

“Ok,” I said, “how about we get the money…”

“We? We get the money? I don’t have any money.”

“I get the money, find a drop site, text this asshole
and tell him where it is. We watch him get it, take his
license plate just in case, take a couple pictures and
drive back up here.”

Much calmer Jackie looked me again in the eyes. She has
such beautiful eyes. “Mr. Walsh, thank you again, but I
don’t want you involved. I have taken care of myself
this long I will figure it out on my own.”

“Jackie, I didn’t get this far in life alone,” I said.
“There were many times I needed a little help.”

This is not a little help Mr. Walsh, this is a lot of
money, money I cannot repay.”

“We can work something out, a long term loan. You get
through college, find a job, then we can talk about
repayment.”

Clyde was again sitting next to Jackie, his chin on her
knee. Jackie was petting him between the ears, thinking.

“Ok Mr. Walsh, I will go with your plan.”

“Good, no you’re thinking clear.” I stood up, “I am
keeping your keys till we leave just in case you have
ideas,” I said as I walked to my room.

I took a shower, put on fresh clothes and went to my
office. Jackie was still in the living room with Clyde.
I opened my safe, counted out $10,000, walked into the
kitchen and placed the money in a paper bag.

When I turned Jackie was standing behind me. “You have
$10,000 just laying around?”

“Well you might need it in a hurry,” I said.

“For what?” asked Jackie.

“Well… for times like this,” I said.

Twenty minutes later we were in town. I drove on the
highway to the far side by the river and pulled into a
park. Being Saturday morning the park was well occupied.
It was little league season and the baseball fields were
full of kids playing and people in the stands yelling
and cheering. I got out, placed the bag in a garbage can
near the parking lot and went back to the car.

I pulled out Jackie’s phone, turned to look at her,
“Monday we are putting you on my plan and changing your
number.” I looked down and starting typing.

**Your money is at Finley Park on the south side of town
in a garbage can on the east side of the parking lot. It
is in a brown paper bag**

I drove a few rows back and parked facing the garbage
can. Jackie’s phone beeped.

**Better be BITCH better be all there**

We waited about twenty minutes. An old gold Cadillac
pulled in with three guys sitting inside. The driver
pulled up and the passenger in the back jumped out, ran
to the garbage can and grabbed the bag. They sat there
for a couple of minutes apparently counting the money. I
snapped pictures of the car and its passengers. As they
drove off I snapped a couple more.

The phone beeped once more.

**I better not ever see you again or your ass is mine**

I looked at Jackie and she looked at me. We both gave a
big sigh and leaned back in our seats.

“You think this is over?” she asked.

“I can only assume so. I doubt they will want to cause
more trouble since they got their money.”

“I hope so.”

“You learn anything today?” I asked.

“Yes, a few things. Don’t dump someone else’s drugs in
the toilet. Look for possible solutions before you run
and that you have been very kind and a perfect
gentleman.”

“Perfect is questionable, gentleman… well I try.”

“Mr. Walsh … um I mean Mike, you have been. You
offered me a place to stay, you talked me through
options, you covered me up when I was vulnerable, you
walked out of my room when I was changing and you loaned
me $10,000.”

“We should talk about that,” I said I as I started the
car and drove home.

On the way to the house we stopped by Jackie’s apartment
to gather a few things. She agreed to stay at my place
for a week until we were sure the guys wouldn’t come
back. We also stopped by the grocery store to pick up
some food. Jackie offered to pay, but I reminded her she
needed rent money more than I needed grocery money.

When we arrived home it was after two in the afternoon.
I was starving. Jackie ran into the kitchen, unpacked
the groceries and proceeded to make us lunch. Clyde was
at her side the whole time. I think he likes her and I
think I like her as well.

Late that afternoon I was outside on the deck enjoying a
bourbon, Jackie was sitting next to me with a glass of
wine. Jackie turned her head towards me and said, “I
could get used to this. Mike, would you mind if I take a
bath in the master bath? It is so pretty up there with
the view.”

“Not at all Jackie, make yourself at home for the week.”

With that she rose and scampered off.

I got up, refilled the bourbon, retrieved a cigar and
sat back down, an hour later Jackie reappeared.

“I feel much better now.”

I turned my head and watched Jackie walk to the railing.
The sun was almost in the exact place it was yesterday
when she was standing there wearing only my t-shirt.
This time however she was not wearing that t-shirt.
Jackie was wearing a pink camisole.

The camisole was cut very low in the back, almost to the
top of her ass. It had thin straps that crossed over the
opening apparently to keep it from falling off her
shoulders. Like the night before, the sun shone right
through the skirt portion that went to mid-thigh. But
unlike yesterday I could clearing see her sex as she
leaned forward on the rail.

Jackie flipped her hair as she turned her head back to
me. She smiled and turned around. The front was equally
as sexy. She placed her elbows on the railing which
caused her breasts to push forward. The front of the
camisole was equally shear and the neck line plunged
deep into her cleavage. The tops of her breasts were
uncovered and the lace trim crossed along her nipples.
The air was not cool, but her nipples were hard.

I looked father down across her stomach. She has a small
piercing in her navel. Farther south I could see the
small triangular patch of hair above her pussy. Oh and
her pussy, even through the material I could see her
lips. They were full and inviting.

I stood, my cock throbbing in my shorts, I walked toward
her. Being a full foot taller she looked up with her
eyes, her chin still down. I gently reached for her chin
and lifted it up. Jackie’s eyes were half closed. I
leaned in, her mouth puckered and we kissed.

It was a soft kiss, her lips were moist. My hands
tilting her face towards mine. I pulled back and looked
back into those eyes that have had me mesmerized for the
last 36 hours. Her eye lids were heavy, her body relaxed
for the first time since she walked in the door.

It felt like I was holding her up by her cheeks. I
leaned in again and kissed her this time with more
urgency. I nibbled her lips and sucked them into my
mouth, first the upper lip then the lower. I opened my
mouth slightly and pressed her lips with my tongue and
she responded. Our tongues touched and she let out a
soft whine. I pulled her in closer as she wrapped her
arms around my waist and pulled back. My hard cock
pressed into her torso, her breasts pressed hard against
my rib cage.

I pulled back again, Jackie was breathing hard. She
leaned in, rose to her toes and kissed my neck. Her
hands moved around grabbed my shirt and lifted it over
my head. She lowered and kissed my chest, her hands
rubbing all over. She took my right nipple in her mouth
and flicked her tongue across it, then gently nibbled.
After a few moments she moved to the left nipple and
gave it equal attention. Her hands roamed father down to
the waistband of my shorts, my hands still holding her
head.

Jackie kissed down my stomach; she found my belly button
and pressed her tongue into it. Her fingers released the
button on my shorts with her right hand she pulled down
the zipper. She put her thumbs in the waistband of my
shorts and briefs and pulled the down around my ass, my
hard cock preventing the front form moving.

I released her head as she knelt on the ground, her head
even with my cock. Her hands came back around and she
grabbed the waist band with her left hand and pulled it
out and down. My cock sprang free and she grabbed it
with her right hand. She squeezed the base, leaned
forward and kissed the head with little kisses over and
over.

I was looking down, my cock pointing straight at her. My
cock is not overly large, but not small. Her small hand
made it look bigger. Her left hand was lifting my balls
and gently squeezing.

She pulled back slightly and looked at me in the eyes.
She rubbed the head of my cock on her cheeks and across
her lips. One more time around she stopped, my cock
resting on her bottom lip as she was gazing into my
eyes. Then without breaking eye contact she opened her
mouth and swallowed my cock whole. When she reached the
base her eyes fluttered the closed.

I let out a gasp. Never has a woman taken me in such a
manner. I lifted my chin, closed my eyes and pressed
forward at the hips giving her all of me.

She paused, my cock completely in her mouth, she
swallowed. The feeling of the tightness in her throat
was simply amazing. After a moment she pulled away, her
tongue swirled around the head, then back down till her
nose pressed against my skin. Over and over she did this
with a slow agonizing pace. I could feel every ridge in
her mouth. Every time she moved forward I pressed my
hips into her.

She this up for about ten minutes, my breathing
quickened. I was getting closer; I reached down again,
my hands wrapped in her hair. I was now moving her head
for her, her hands gripped my ass moving my hips for me.
Suddenly I pressed forward holding her head, her nose
pressed against my skin. My cock pulsed in her mouth.
Jackie’s eyes fluttered as my cum jetted down her
throat. With each pulse over I pulled out slightly and
pressed forward again as the next jet of cum exploded
from my cock.

This happened eight times total. Jackie swallowed every
drop. When I was done I grabbed her arms and lifted her.
I grabbed her face and kissed her. I whispered in her
ear breathlessly, “That was simply amazing. I have never
cum like that before.” With that she smiled.

I took Jackie’s hand and led her to the chaise lounge. I
kissed her again and lowered her down. My hands reached
for her breasts, her nipples were hard. I pinched and
squeezed, she moaned. Her breasts were slightly bigger
than my hands, they felt wonderful.

I laid Jackie down and knelt between her legs. The sun
behind me was almost gone, but gave enough orange light
for me to admire her sex. Her lips were more swollen
then they were the day before, now she was excited. They
naturally spread as the blood throbbed through causing
them to turn a darker pink.

I lowered my face down and gave her a barely there
gentle kiss. I saw her shiver, she tasted heavenly. I
inhaled deeply filling my nostrils with her musky scent.
I looked up at her, her was propping herself up on her
elbows. Her stomach was taunt and flexed. I lowered down
farther; eyes still locked on to hers and licked her
from her rose bud to her clit. Her stomach rippled.

I could not hold back any longer. I closed my eyes and
starting making love to her with my lips, teeth and
tongue. I nibbled here, and licked there. She placed her
feet flat on the chaise; her knees feel to the side. I
rubbed her clit with my right thumb as I licked around
and between her lips. With my left thumb I circled her
rose bud which was moist with her flow of pussy juice.

“Oh, oh, oh, “Jackie was panting. She would hold her
breath then again, “Oh, oh, oh.” And silence. Over and
over her chant continued as I assaulted her pussy.

As she was getting close she would press down on her
heels and lift her ass off the chaise. I was still
rubbing her clit with more pressure. My left thumb
pressed steady on her rose bud. I continued to lap at
her sweetness and with one final, “OHhhhhhh GOD! I am
cumming!” I pressed my thumb into her ass.

Jackie squeaked, held her breath and shook, paused and
shook. Her eyes were rolled back, her mouth open,
screaming silently. She lowered her hips back down to
the chaise and clamped her legs around my head. “Stop,”
she said in a breathy voice. I pushed her knees slightly
apart and knelt straight up.

I lifted her ankles and laid her legs straight. I kissed
her feet, shins and thighs. I skipped past her cunt and
kissed her belly lifting the camisole as I went. I
reached her rib cage and lifted the shear material over
her breasts. I palmed them and rubbed gently.

Jackie’s breathing was returning to normal as she lay
still. I moved my right hand and kissed her left breast,
and then I moved my left hand and kissed her right
breast. Her head was flat, eyes looking up at the stars,
both artificial and real. I looked up and watched her
nostrils flair. I lifted my head and kissed her neck,
chin, just below the ear. Jackie wrapped her arms around
me, I placed hands on her head and kissed her mouth as
gentle as I could.

She took one last deep breath and exhaled. “I have never
felt that wonderful in my entire life!”

I kissed her again, stood and took her hand to help her
up. I placed my right arm behind her shoulders, lowered
and placed my left hand under her knees and lifted her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her head on
my chest. I carried her up to my bedroom.

Once in the room I sat her on the bed. I lifted all the
shades on the windows and the city lights came into
view. I then opened the windows and the night’s fresh
air came wafting into the room. I returned to Jackie and
stood in front of her; I reached for the hem of her
camisole and lifted it over her head.

Jackie leaned back and scooted up to the head of the bed
resting her head on the pillows. I crawled up following
her placing my legs on the outside of hers. I lowered
myself onto my elbows and kissed her lips. She kissed
back grabbing my face in her hands.

I lowered my cock down and rubbed it along her swollen
lips. They were still wet with her moisture and saliva.
My cock slipped effortlessly along her cleft and against
her clit.

After about fifteen minutes of kissing and rubbing I
lifted my right leg and she moved her left to the side
following with the other legs. I lowered again and
placed my cock between her legs. I pressed forward and
the tip of my cock slipped into her cunt. I paused and
she gasped. Jackie pushed down toward me, silently
urging more of me inside. Looking deep in her eyes I
pressed forward again, another inch swallowed, and I
paused again.

I leaned in as she lifted up and we kissed again. With
that I pressed fully into her, Jackie’s breath escaped
her lips. Slowly I withdrew to the head and just as
slowly pressed back inside. Our paced slow and loving.

Jackie still grasping my face, we continued to kiss. Our
tongues danced a tango as my cock rhythmically sawed in
and out. We continued this for a very long time. The
passion was intense.

As our bodies were heating up our pace quicken until I
suddenly stopped. Jackie’s eyes opened in a flash and I
grinned. I removed my cock from inside her and she
whimpered. I lifted my legs one at a time to the outside
of each of hers. I reached down around her waist and
flipped her over. Jackie giggled, then said, “I love a
strong man who is in control.”

Grabbing a pillow from the bed I again lifted her hips
and slid the pillow under, with that her ass raised up.
What a beautiful sight. I scooted down the bed, my knees
on each side of her feet. I grabbed an ass cheek with
each hand and spread wide. I licked her pussy again and
again, Jackie groaned. I searched and searched her
insides again until she was wriggling under me.

At that moment I moved slightly forward and plunged my
tongue into her sweet rose bud. I wiggled my tongue
around and moved it in and out. She pressed her ass into
my face as I continued my attack. Finally I rose,
scooted forward again until my knees pressed into the
side of her hips, my ankles at her knees.

I leaned down, pulled Jackie’s hair aside and kissed her
neck then nibbled her ear. I told her to cross her
ankles and lifted off of her. I grabbed my cock, pointed
it down and entered her cunt in one long thrust.

Jackie’s head raised, she inhaled and held her breath. I
pressed both palms into the small of her back making the
angle greater. I started thrusting slow and picked up my
pace. After a short time my hips were thrashing quickly.
I pulled out to the head of my cock and buried myself
completely. At this angle I was able to bottom out
completely hitting her cervix with each thrust.

Each time I entered she groaned, “Oh God, Oh yes, Oh
God, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.”

I continued my assault from behind, Jackie screamed,
“OHHH GOD, I’M CUMMMMING!!!”

With that I pressed my right thumb deep into her rose
bud, Jackie shook violently.

Sweat was dripping from my forehead and my chest.
Jackie’s back glistened with her own sweat.

Jackie was entering a second orgasm as I tried to push
deeper inside her, faster and faster. Her cunt was on
fire, I could feel the heat. With one final thrust I
buried all my length into her sopping cunt. My cock
pulsing, Jackie’s head arched up, her ass pressed back
and she froze.

As the stream of my cum came to an end I held myself
into Jackie as she shook with convulsions. Finally she
relaxed and collapsed on the bed, I collapsed on top of
her. I grabbed her hands undermine and fanned them out
to our sides, my weight on hers, our breathing hard.

After a moment I rolled off of her, she rose to her
elbows, leaned over and kissed me, then kissed me again.
She laid her head on my shoulder and I wrapped my arm
around her then we drifted off the sleep.

I awoke the next morning with the sun shining in from
the open windows. Jackie’s head was bobbing up and down
on my hard cock. I looked down; she paused, lifted,
smiled and said, “good morning.” Then she went back to
it. I didn’t last long. I lifted my hips and came, she
paused, pressing her nose to my skin and swallowed. She
waited until my hips dropped down to the mattress,
crawled up to my face and kissed me. Then she was off,
giggling.

I got up and went into the bathroom, washed and put on
some sweat pants. I walked to the kitchen; the smell of
fresh coffee filled my senses. Jackie filled me a cup,
she was still naked.

The week she was supposed to only stay went quickly.
Needless to say she didn’t leave.

Jackie finished college and took part time work at a
shelter helping troubled youth. I still worked part time
with my consulting business.

I lavished Jackie with gifts and spoiled her with love.
I was in love. I treated her as the princess I saw in
her and she in return kept me full of youth. Our house
became clothing optional, I loved watching her parade
around in nothing but a smile.

I can say that the debt she owned was paid back with a
million percent interest.

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