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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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James’ finger hovers over the mouse. It is all there. A few paragraphs on a computer screen. His life will never be the same. His safe little life will change forever. Out of all the girls on the site, 'Siren71' had stood out from the first time he had logged in three weeks ago.
It is a gamble he has to take. Things have to change.
No longer the drone, sitting in the traffic at the lights every morning, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Or the husband staring across the dinner table at the wife as she shovelled mouthfuls of takeaway into her mouth between the occasional scribble in her evening paper crossword.
Life has to be about more than all that. It just has to be.
Courage. That’s all it takes, he thinks as he scrutinises the words on the flickering monitor one last time.
A small gray box appears on the screen to let james know the message has sent.
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The table in the café on the corner of wright street and the chesters has wrought iron legs and james nervously rubs his shiny patent shoe against the elaborate cast foot.
It is a nice little place. One of those places you pass a million times on your way to work but never seem to notice. The décor is simple. Continental even. Like a small Parisian bistro reeking of atmosphere. He imagined the night before there may have been lovers at his very table, laughter in the air as they glanced at each other past the now burned away candle and fed each other bites of food.
“Can I help you?”
James looks up. The waitress stands poised with a slightly chewed pen and a dog-eared notepad.
“Are you ready to order?”
“Uhmmm, yes.” James stumbles.
Her pretty but casual dress falls lightly on her shoulders and clings perfectly around her breasts and waist. She would be about forty. Maybe thirty eight. Her hair hides her eyes slightly. They always spoke volumes.
“I’ll just have a glass of water. I’m er, waiting for someone…” he says, suddenly very aware she is watching him.
The girl turns away and james watches as she leaves.
There was still ten minutes to go. He had wanted to be early but didn’t count on being so nervous.
Still, this was neutral. It would be awkward for her to come to his. And he didn’t want to ask to go to hers. Not for their first meet anyway.
Maybe he would be less nervous if there was someone else in the place.
"There we are" the girl says, placing his drink on a freshly placed paper coaster. "one glass of water"
"Thanks"
"Business?" the girl asks breezily.
"Sorry?"
"Business or pleasure?" the girl smiles down at him. "you look nervous. your either waiting for someone who might help you make some money or its someone you've never met."
James looks at her wondering why or if she actually cares but decides to answer her anyway.
"Pleasure..." he says, before adding "I hope."
"A lady friend?"
"Something like that."
"A boy friend then?" she smirks.
James glances back at his empty glass.
"No. Not a man. A girl, well, a lady... I am meeting here for the first time... here..."
"Is she nice, this lady?" the waitress presses, rocking slightly on the balls of her feet as she taps her pen against her lips.
"I hope so."
The clock on the wall reads ten as James looks at his watch for the third time in a minute.
"You're James aren't you..." the waitress smirks. A mischievous curve to her deep red lips.
"Yes... why, how do you know me?" James asks, more than a little taken aback.
"I'm Carol and this is my place..." the waitress says, reaching past James' table to flick the lock on the cafe door. "But you can call me Siren"
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The back room is small and there are boxes of all kinds of things against one wall. Carol closes the door.
“So… what’s you’re thing?” she purrs.
“Thing?” James asks.
Carol works her way down the buttons on his shirt.
“You know… do you like a girl to be all sweet and innocent, pretend like it’s the first time she’s seen a cock, all, ‘it’s too big, it hurts, it hurts’”
James is smiling as carols fingers unzip him.
“Or maybe I should be slutty… riding you hard,” she says, reaching inside his boxers shorts, “telling you all the dirty… sordid… whorish things I need done to me.”
The gasp from James’ lips as carol flips his semi-erect cock from his underwear tells her all she needs to know.
“Slutty it is then”
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The steel racking bangs against the wall as carol grasps it for support. The rhythm gets faster with each thrust.
“That’s it… stick your big cock in my tight little pussy” carol demands, a sneer on her red lips.
“Fuck me hard…”
Latching on as tight as he can, james’ grip on carols full hips tightens as he forces his cock into her tight cunt.
“don’t you dare fucking cum in me just yet you bastard…” she says, almost spitting the words at him, over her shoulder.
Their eyes meet for a split second.
“no way…” james says, “no fucking way!” he says, spinning carol around and forcing her face onto his cock. “suck me off…”
Pulling his shirt away from his body, carol looks up to see a ripped stomach and very pronounced pecs.
“Hmmm,” she groans past her mouthful of cock, “I like this…”
Carols painted fingernails dig into the flesh of james abdomen.
James hand finds the back of carols head and he forces all nine inches past her lips. Almost gagging, carol looks up at the ecstasy on james’ face.
“Lets see if we can find somewhere else it’ll go…” carol purred pulling away from the sabre-like cock in her face.
With james, back fully against the cold concrete floor of the stockroom, carol lowers herself onto him.
“been a while since this slut’s taken as big a cock in the ass but this one’s too good to miss…”
Pausing for the briefest of moments with the tips of james cock at the entrance to her ass, carol winces as the bullying tip finds it’s way inside her.
James pleasure is audible as carol looks down to see the look on her lovers face.
“Easy baby…” carol urges as james hips try to quicken the invasion, “she’s only tight!”
With three, then four and finally all nine inches of james rock-hard cock in her ass, carol begins to squirm.
James hands find carols hips and pull her tight against him, trying to bury more and more of his cock inside her.
With a groan like something from a jungle animal, james watches as carol rises and plunges on his cock, her rythmn getting faster and faster with each stroke. Their gaze never falters. She can see exactly what she is doing to this poor helpless man she has under her. Using him for the nine inches of meat she has inside her ass, she senses he is about to send him over the edge.
With one last plunge onto her lovers cock, she feels his balls against her ass. James silent look of desperation says it all. His hands couldn’t release their grip on this womans hips if he tried.
With one last guttural moan, james succumbs to his lovers tight ass, shooting hot wads of creamy jism through his cock and into carols ass, flooding her tight hole with wave after wave of warm cum.
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Lifting the latch on the door, carol turns the ‘closed’ sign back to ‘open’
James casts a quick glance over his shoulder as he makes his way to his car. Carol smiles, running the tip of her tongue against her lower lip as she raises her hand to wave.
Their first meet had gone well.
Now what could they do for their second? |
