The Adventurer - Spring in the Valley - Part 1

 

You arrived with the trade caravan in time for the Mid-Winter Festival. The weather in the valley was comfortable compared to the winter storms that raged around the mountains.

The bag of coins you earned was enough to get you space in a nice public house, and to afford food and drink for a while. You wanted to enjoy the Festival and maybe find some companionship. At first you continued to enjoy being with Aladan, Caranar, and Malwen. Elves approach to making love is different than those of humans.

While with them, you never sensed any jealousy or competition. Only a desire to share themselves with you and to have you share yourself with them.

The first night of the Festival, Aladan, Caranar, and Malwen had you join them to be their fourth for dancing, eating, and drinking. Later, you asked Aladan if he minded you dancing with the others. He smiled, kissed you softly and reminded you that they each offered only what they were willing to share. If you were not comfortable sharing, they would understand and go elsewhere. You then reminded him that you accepted their offer in the spirit in which it was given.

By the end of the fourth night, you not only shared your body with each of them, but you also learned some of what pleasured each one. So, by the end of the week, when you asked if all four of you could share each other together, they happily smiled and hugged.

You knew you enjoyed watching Malwen sucking and being entered by both Aladan and her mate Caranar, but you never thought that you would get just as much enjoyment watching Caranar and Aladan giving pleasure to each other. Watching their thin bodies move against each other, and their long flowing hair was something exciting to see. Especially as you were pleasuring Malwen at the same time.

You lost track of the days and nights with the elves.

Then the Festival ended. You found that Master Tanner and the rest of the Craftown caravan were going to stay until Spring, when the roads and passes would be easier to travel. The elves were leaving. Aladan came to you, “Milady Scout, we need to return home now. The Festival is over. Human towns are welcoming places during festivals, but when the celebrations end, their fears and prejudices return to the surface.”

You kissed and hugged him. “I understand. I wish could accompany you, but I will wait until the men of Craftown, leave, so I can protect them again.”

As a parting gift, he handed you a small metal star on a length of cord. “This is an Elf Star, the symbol of our people. If you encounter others of my kind, show it to them and they will know that you are a friend.”

You placed it around your neck and under your tunic. “Thank you. I graciously accept your token. I hope I encounter you and your people often.”

After hugging you again, he grabbed his pack, joined his friends, and you watched them leave the valley.

The first night afterwards, was not as empty as you thought.

Even though you slept alone, you dreamed of the elf band moving silently through the snowy woods, feeling the cold and the wet as they traveled.

In the morning you woke, warm and dry, but still felt as if you had been traveling through the wild country.

The next evening you are sitting in the common room of the public house, sipping a mug of ale and eating a bowl of stew, when you hear a drunken man loudly telling his tablemates, “Yeh, she was the one wif all o’ them Pooftas.”

There are half a dozen of them, drunk and laughing. “I wonder if they fucked her or if she fucked them?” At that point they are all making rude gestures and comments about a woman thrusting into a bent over man.

You try to ignore it, but they are getting louder and more drunk. Shaking your head, walk over to the large keg and ask the Mistress of the house, in your most formal and polite tone, “Madam, do you have a peacekeeper for your establishment?”

“No, but theres times whens I wish I did, ‘speclly whens thems local boys gets rowdy.”

You slowly nod. “Do I have your permission to eject these men from your establishment?” you ask with a sad smile.

“Ooo that would be a kindness, ‘specially If you can do it wifout breaking thin’s.” she says.

You nod as you pick up a large bung starter and walk to their table. The heavy wooden mallet is well used and smooth to the touch as you carry it.

“Aww Here she comes now.” one says in a mock scared tone.

“Comes or cums.” another responds laughing into his tankard.

You hold the bung starter in your hand, slowly smacking its head into your other hand. “Good Sirs, the Mistress of the House has informed me that it is time that you left for the night.”

The loudest one looks at the mallet in your hand and asks, “Did ya’ use that to bugger the pooftas?”

“Aw bet she did.” another responds.

You sigh for a moment and ask nicely once more. “Good sirs. Will you kindly get up from your table and leave for the night? Or do I need to assist you?”

“What if we’re no’ done yet?” he asks.

“If you do not leave nicely, then I am empowered to assist you.”

You pound the large mallet on the thick wooden table. It echoes through the room.

The shock of your strike has a couple of them up and running to the door. But of course, the loudest of them has to show his bravery against you. You know how this ends. You have handled too many drunks.

“You fink that just because was wif them pooftas, that you is somefing special. I’m gonna show you what a real man can do.”

He tries to hit you with his tankard, but you anticipated it, smacking it out of his hand with the bung starter. Then you jab him hard in the midsection causing him to double over. You feel the solid thump of wood against flesh with your thrust, as you force all the air out of his lungs.

There are footsteps behind you, moving fast. Turning you hit another one on the side of the head, knocking him to the floor.

All of the others scattered. You place the large mallet on the table, grab each man by their neck and hold them.

“You need to apologize the Mistress of the house for being loud and rude. And I do not appreciate you referring to my friends with slurs. In the future, you will refer those who are not human with proper terms. If I hear you using terms such as “pooftas,” “stunties”, or the like, I will use lye soap and a wash rag to clean the dirty words from your mouth. Do you understand?”

Continuing to hold each one by the throat you drag them to the Mistress of the house. “What do you wish to say to her?” you ask as you release them and they are on their knees.

“Mistress, we is sorry, tha’ we was rude an’ loud.” the one said.

“Yes Ma’am, won’t do it again.” said the other still holding his head.

She smiles at you. “Ok. You boys go home. Do better, an’ you can come back.”

They get up and leave. You place the bung starter against the large keg.

“Was that good enough for you?” you ask

She nods and hands you a wash rag. “Tha’ was fine. Clean up th’ table, and ya’ has a job if ya’ wants it.”

“I have worked as a peacekeeper before. What are you offering?” you ask

“Ya can stay wifout havin’ to pay. Durin’ th’ day, I can use a hand in th’ kitchen, settin’ up th’ common room. Durin’ mealtimes, ya’ sit by th’ keg and keep th’ peace. Meals will be free, if ya’ help me make ’em. Ale or stronger ya’ got to pay for, but cider an’ water are free. If ya’ brake anyfing, ya’ pay to replace it. At end of th’ week, I pay ya’ a coin from th’ profits.” she says holding out her hand. “I’m Annie”

Thinking it over, it seems like a good deal. Your pack is already here, and you could use a warm job during the rest of winter.

“If I agree, can I move from the large, shared room I was in, to a smaller private room? And if I want to leave and return to guarding travelers and merchants, will you have a hold against me?” You ask, waiting to take her hand.

“That seems fair. Festival ended and we has empty rooms. Pick a smaller one, and it’s yours. An’ time comes, ya’ want back on th’ road. Ya’ be free an’ clear.”

You shake her hand as you both smile broadly. “It’s a deal.”

Taking the rag over to the table, you wipe it clean, gather the plates and mugs, and throw them into the wash tub. Your own tankard is still half full, but your stew is cold. “Can I get more stew?” you ask, moving your bowl and mug to the small table near the keg.

“Ya’ can serve ya’ self. Th’ pot ’s on the stove.” she says.

Emptying your tankard, you carry both into the kitchen. A large iron pot is sitting on a large stone and iron stove. The heat from it fills the room. You ladle some stew into your bowl, then look for the cellar door. As you open it, you feel to cold air through your leather leggings. There is a keg for cider that is already tapped and you fill your mug. There is also a barrel of winter apples. You grab one. The last fruit you had that wasn’t dried or sugared was from Aladan when he shared elvish travel rations.

Once you are seated back in the common room, you look around as you finish your meal. The few guests in the room are just talking amongst themselves and enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.

Once the room is emptied for the night, you help lock up. Annie shows you a small room that is near the kitchen and on the ground floor. “These was th’ scullery’s room, when we had one. I fink you’ll like it. Its warm in th’ winter because of th’ kitchen, near th’ lower privy, an’ you can react if we gets trouble in th’ night.”

You look it over. It’s small but comfortable. It is far better than life on the road, this time of year. “I will take it. Do you have a scullery? I had not noticed one.”

She nods “Me kids helps out. Me girl an’ boy. I sents ’em off to bed for now. I’ll introduce ya’ in the morn.”

You yawn and stretch. It has been a busy evening and you are tired. After moving your items to the small room, you check the locks, make sure the coals are banked in both the fireplace and stove, then set a bucket of water near the fireplace as a precaution.

Your sleep is light but good. That same kind of sleep you used to get while on patrol. Eventually you will fall into more restful patterns.

Annie’s children are young but helpful, probably seen 10 or 12 years each. The boy, Lee, appeared to be younger than the girl, Mary, but it was hard to tell. They both look like younger versions of their mother.

To help earn your keep and maintain your skills, you chop firewood daily. The children are amazed how you split logs with a single blow. You show them that it isn’t arm strength alone, but leverage and movement of your body.

“Axe calluses are the same as sword calluses. Never forget that.” you remember the master of arms teaching you when you were a recruit. “Never let your hands get soft, you never know when you’ll need to fight.” You show them how to best wield the axe, a staff, a sword, and shoot a bow. They quickly improve with your lessons.

Apparently, the word went out that you were the peacekeeper for Annie’s Public House.

Most of the time things are quiet. Once the weather outside of the valley moderated a bit, travelers arrive more often. Veterans recognize you as one of their own, and nod or throw you a coin from time to time. Even wearing only your scout leathers and tunic, you still look like a soldier.

No, the troublemakers are typically younger men who try to prove their manhood. Especially after a few pints.

They see you, in your shapely leathers, looking attractive without trying to. Others notice Mary, wearing a comfortable dress, serving and cleaning up, as Lee helps her.

Some men try to proposition you or Mary, which you kindly refuse and remind them that Mary is Annie’s child and under your protection.

Sometimes someone tries to grab you, Mary, or even Lee. But using either a quarter staff or the bung starter, you are able to knock them down and put them out the door with minimal damage to furniture or disturbance to the other patrons.

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Slowing Down the Pace - Blog Post

After a couple of months of posting stories daily, I need to slow down. I knew that would happen, because when I posted on OF, the same thing happened. I tried to post daily, but I have a mundane job, and writing creative stories, even “smut” takes time.

If I had been more thoughtful, I would have started off weekly, and only added more posts per week when I thought it was needed. On OF, to fill the week, I would re-post stories Saturday through Thursday and post new stories every Friday. That gave me enough time to create new tales, edit, and make any needed changes before posting.

If I didn’t have a full time job, I would write more stories, but like many of you, working a 40-week at a job, caring for family members, and taking care of other responsibilities, cuts in to writing time.

As I said, if I had truly been thoughtful about it, back in June when I posted my first stories on the site, I would have set up a schedule similar to what I did on OF, and posted every Friday.

Going forward, I think that the every Friday, might work best for me again. Lessons that I have to keep learning, even though they are lessons that I tell my co-workers all the time:

1. Set a realistic schedule: Having a schedule is good, and useful, but setting a schedule that you can’t meet in reality, creates stress. Don’t put unnecessary stress on yourself.
2. Remind yourself why you are doing it: Unlike my mundane job, which I need so I can pay my bills and care for my family, writing and posting is a creative outlet for my ideas and thoughts. Making money from it is nice, and in the current economy, helpful. But that isn’t the goal. The goal is to write and share ideas, or in the case of my smutty stories, fantasies.
3. Be flexible to change: More than once, I had a draft version of a story that I wanted to post, but I knew it wasn’t ready, so I quickly posted a different one. When working on a longer story or story-line, it is okay to meet your deadline of weekly new posts with a different short story. I did that more than a few times on OF, where a I had a detailed story that needed more time to be finished without being rushed, so instead would quickly write a “couple’s tale”, or take an existing story and gender swap the characters, which would give it a different tone. That allowed me to then go back and finish the more detailed story.

Bottom line, this is supposed to be fun and at times relaxing. If it is no longer fun, then I’ll stop. I enjoy it, I enjoy the comments and ideas from other creators. (I have some ideas for AAA Detective agency, because of readers comments.) So, instead of Daily posts, look for Weekly Tales. 

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Holiday Stroll

 

You and I are sitting and relaxing at home. The TV is on and there are commercials for various holiday specials and deals. One ad shows a couple walking down the street and looking at holiday displays.

“We could do that.” You say to me.

“We could do what?” I respond.

“We could grab our jackets and walk around the neighborhood. This past week I’ve noticed more houses decorated for the holidays. We should look around, now that the sun is down.”

I glance at the window. It is dark outside, but the weather is clear and cool.

You stand up and extend your hand to me. “Besides, it’s been a while since we just walked together anywhere. Just strolling along without having to rush somewhere.”

I take your hand and stand up.

“Ok, I’m sold. We can walk around the neighborhood like we live in a Hallmark movie.” I say as I walk towards the door and grab my jacket from the hook.

You kiss me on the cheek and grab your jacket.

“What was that for?” I ask.

“You said, like in a Hallmark movie, so I wanted to give you a quick ‘rom-com’ kiss.”

We step outside and the weather is pleasant. The sky is dark except for the stars that are visible in the clear air.

I take your hand as we stroll down the street. We look at houses that have lights around the windows, and others that have inflatable characters on their lawns. A few have lights in trees. I grip your hand tighter and you lean you head on my shoulder.

“We should do this more often.” You say as we reach the end of our street.

“Shall we go down the next street and see what they decorations they have?”

“Sure” you say as you squeeze my hand.

Both of us gasp as we see projectors, lights, and inflatables that we hadn’t seen before.

“Let’s get some photos.: You say as you pull your cellphone from your pocket. I take out mine too. We both take photos of the displays from different angles.

We do this for houses on both sides of the street.

When we get to the end of the street, we stop and you take a panoramic shot of the houses visible from there.

“Let me see, what you shot.” I say as I hand you my phone. We both scroll through the photos. “You take such beautiful photos.”

“Thanks…. Oh. I must have scrolled too far. I didn’t know you kept that on your phone.” You say, as you hand it back. The photo is a close up of your pussy.

One I took when we were having fun months ago.

“Your pussy always looks so pretty to me. I enjoy looking at it when you aren’t around.”

“Really. Have other people seen it?”

I feel like I am in trouble now. “No, I don’t think so. I don’t show people the photos on my phone.”

You quickly look around, and gently push me back into a darkened area by a bush and a fence. “Pull out your dick. I want to take a photo of it. I want one on my phone. Fair is fair.” You say with a wicked tone to your voice.

I look around nervously and undo my fly. I pull it out. The air is cold on it.

“Awww, it looks small and cold. I don’t want a photo of that.” You say as squat down in front of me and start stroking it. If feels soft and floppy in your hand. “No this won’t do at all.” You say and then you put it in your mouth.

You feel it soft and warm in your mouth as you suck it. You grab the base and squeeze. You pull it from your mouth and stroke it as it hardens for you.

“What if someone sees us?” I ask.

“Then you better get hard for me so I can take the photo.” You playfully say. “Mmmm, I love your flavor.” You say as you lick the hardening shaft, then suck the tip.

“That’s better.” You take your phone and take a couple of photos. You then grip it hard. “I want you to take a photo of me sucking you. I want you to know your cock is mine to use.”

I take my phone, and snap a couple of photos. One of you with it all the way in your mouth and the other with you looking up as you suck me.

We hear a car drive by. “I think we should finish this back home.” I say.

“Give me just another minute.” You say as you stroke me faster and grip my balls. “I said I enjoy your flavor. I want you to cum in my mouth.” You suck me harder.

You enjoy the feeling of the spongy tip in your mouth and ridge pushing down your tongue as you take it deeper.

I put my phone in my pocket and put my hands on your head. You grab my rear as you move your head up and down on my hard cock. I moan in pleasure.

My cock feels slick with saliva and pre-cum. You can taste my acrid but sweet flavor.

You back up and open your mouth. “Stroke it and cum in my mouth.” You say.

I do, in only a few strokes I shoot strands of cum onto your open mouth and chin. I keep stroking until it stops and dribbles on my hand. You suck the tip, then stand up and kiss me. I can taste myself on your lips, as I put my dick away and do up my fly.

“When we get home, you can return the favor. But no photos this time. Unless I take them.” We walk back to the house.

After a while, as you clasp my hand as you say, “Yes, I like these evening strolls. I think we should do this more often.”

I give you a side hug, “Yes, my dear, I think we should.”

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Laundry Day

 

It is a quiet Saturday morning, perfect for doing laundry. You are walking around the house in only your underwear. The washer is done with the load of colors, so you look into the dryer to make sure it is empty, and you see something inside. You think it might be an old sock from a previous load, so you get down and reach in to get it.

You don’t hear me walking up behind you.

“Mmmmm that is a sexy position.” I say.

With your head all the way in the dryer, I stand right behind you. You feel my hand slowly caress your firm ass cheek. “Yes, you are so sexy in that position.”

Feeling me slide your panties to the side, and my wet slick tongue slowly licks up and down your pussy, you push back against me.

“Wait a minute, and let me change my position.” You say. You back out of the dryer, stand up, and lean against it.

Looking back, you see that I am still on my knees behind you. With a hand on each cheek, I slowly lick from your pussy to your ass.

The tip of my tongue slowly goes between and around the folds of your pussy lips and then slowly up the crack of your ass. I spread your cheeks wider and you feel the tip of my tongue tease your tight crinkled hole.

You feel one of my fingers slide into your wet pussy. “Oh, you are such bad boy.” You say as you push back against me.

I reach under your top and pull one of your nipples as the fingers of my other hand slowly go in and out of your pussy. I stand up and whisper in your ear “How badly do you want me to fuck you?”

My warm breath on your ear feels sexy as I pull your right nipple firmly and thrust my fingers into your wet pussy. “Do you want to face me or shall I keep you bent over?” I whisper.

“I want you to lick and suck my nipples.” You respond.

Your nipple is so hard in my fingertips, but I let go and step back.

You straighten up, remove your top and panties, then sit on the top of the dryer, and spread your legs. The metal top is cool against your skin.

I kiss your mouth, and then slowly lick around your left nipple. You enjoy the feeling of my tongue as I slowly lick. I unfasten my pants and they drop to the floor. My cock is hard in my underwear.

“Mmmmm, My pussy is waiting for you, now!” you moan with enthusiasm, one hand on my head and the other steadying yourself on the machine.

I pull my cock free from my shorts, and rub the tip up and down your wet open pussy lips. Then I kiss your mouth again as I slowly slide into you.

My hard dick goes in and out, deeper each time and you feel my thumb rubbing your clit in slow circles. You wrap your legs around me and hook your ankles together as you pull me deeper into you.

“You really are horny today.” I say as I thrust all the way in.

“Do it deeper and deeper….Oh..I’ll cum soon.” You say, breathing harder.

The fabric of my shirt rubs against your bare nipples as I thrust harder and deeper. I kiss you again. My tongue exploring your mouth, and you taste your pussy flavor on my lips.

“Mmmm…..I love when….you do this….to me…….ohhhhhhhhhh” you say gasping.

I stop rubbing your clit and grab your hips with both hands.

Then I thrust and hold it. I am sweating and breathing hard too as you feel my cock throb inside of your pussy, and another wave of pleasure washes over you too.

I slowly pull out and you feel my cum drip from your pussy.

I kiss you again and hug you tightly.

“I should let you finish doing laundry. If you put the wet clothes in the dryer, I will start the load of whites in the wash.” I say as I grab both your underwear and mine, and add them to the pile of whites. “Should we stay naked, or get dressed?” I ask.

“Let’s throw on shorts and t-shirts for now. Just in case someone comes by.”

“You mean you don’t want to flash the neighbors?” I say laughing.

“Maybe later. If the weather is nice, maybe we can do something on the back deck.” You say with a smile and a kiss.

“Promises, Promises.” And we head to the bedroom to get dressed.

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Save The Lady - Part 2

Ken Cooper, private detective for AAA Detective Agency, drives down the rain slicked streets, and stops near the docks.

Huddler Shipping warehouses line the road. Ken slowly walks as the rain lets up. He sees a sign for “The Wet Whistle”, a building that has seen better days.

The front door is locked. He checks his watch. It is only 2:30. The sign on the door says that it opens at 4. He walks around the building, looking up, and notices a lit window on the top floor. “Now where is the stairwell?” he asks himself.

He checks the back door. Locked, but an easily picked lock. He takes the picks from his inside coat pocket and is in like Flynn.

The rusty hinges squeak loudly. He freezes and waits, pulling his heater from its holster and racking back the slide.

Inside, it’s dark and he doesn’t see any movement. He steps in and closes the door behind him. He flips a switch on the wall.

A single bulb casts a dim light, and he sees a hallway and a stairwell. He turns the light off and quietly climbs the stairs. The building seems to be empty as he passes each floor. The wallpaper is peeling, and it looks like some of the floors are used for storage by the bar. As he gets closer to the top floor, he hears someone walking around. A man’s voice talking.

“Your bitch sister, better come up with the money. If not, I have friends who will happily turn you pro and you can earn money working on your knees or with your keister. I bet you’ve already been giving it away to the band for free. That’s why you turned me down. You like your dark meat. Don’t you?”

She responds with a muffled sound. 

“Don’t deny it. I would have made you my queen, but you had to turn me down and sing with a group of Brunos, Dinges, Greasers, and Ginks. What can they give you that I can’t. I should just take what I want and see how good you are.” He was speaking faster and getting more frantic.

Ken slowly looks from the top of the stairs. He sees a big open room with a desk and a bed. On the bed he sees a woman, tied down and gagged. A guy leaning over her, and starting to put his hand up her dress

She pulls against her bonds and tries to say something again.

“You know you want it. You gave it to them, now your gonna give it to me.”

Ken points his gat at Oscar. “You know, women prefer men who don’t tie and gag them.”

Oscar stops, his hand still up her dress. “Who are you, how did you get here?”

“I was hired by her sister. Why don’t you be a good boy and step away from the lady.” Ken motions him with his pistol to move away, as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a switchblade.

Oscar pales and backs away with his hands up. “What are you, some sort greaser, with a chive like that?”

Ken shakes his head as he moves to the bed. “You know if you weren’t such a creep, things might go better.” Keeping the gun pointed at Oscar, he looks down to cut the rope from Julie’s wrists. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

She removes her gag and screams “Look out!”

Ken turns to see Oscar pull a revolver from the desk drawer.

The room echoes with the crack of gun fire. Oscar’s shot hits the wall, and Ken hits Oscar. He grips his chest where Ken plugged him.

With a solid thump, Oscar hits the floor, a dark red pool slowly forming.

“Thanks Doll.” Ken says as he holsters his piece. 

Julie hugs him tightly. “Thank you for saving me. He was going crazy. I think he was on drugs too.”

Ken notices a phone on the desk. “Let me make a couple of calls.”

Grabbing the handset, he glances inside the open desk drawer. There are packages of white powder, one of which is open. He shakes his head and dials the Schmidt’s.

“I have her. She is safe. I will bring her home as soon as I can.”

He hangs up and then dials the police, calling one of the few cops he trusts.

“Sergeant Mulrooney, Ken Cooper. We are down at “The Wet Whistle” I want to report a foiled kidnapping and a dead body. Yes, We will wait here. Send your boys down.”

After giving statements to the cops, Ken drives her back to her home. The whole time he’s diving, she leans close to him. He puts his arm around her.

“I want to thank you, Mr. Cooper. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t got there when you did.” She rests one hand on his lap and her head on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, Doll, just rest. You’ll be home soon.” He says reassuringly.

She rubs his lap feeling the outline of his piece. “I would like to show you my gratitude. Can you find a quiet place to pull over?”

“Are you sure? You sister is expecting you home.”

“I am not the good girl she thinks I am. I’m not what Oscar thought, but I have been with a man or two of my own choosing.” She said as she unbuttons his fly and reaches in.

“Woah, there little sister. Give me a minute to find a quiet place. I’ll let you give me my reward, but not while I’m driving.” Ken says, sitting up a bit straighter.

“Ok. But don’t take too long.” Julie responds, kissing him on the cheek.

After a few more minutes, he pulls the car into a field, behind a billboard, and turns off the engine. He gets out, undoes his pants, and lies down on the back seat.

“You’ve done this before.” She says happily as she removes her shoes, and panties, but keeps her dress on. Hungrily, she gets between his thighs, taking his member and licking around the tip. 

“You’ve done this before too.” He says as he grows harder.

“Didn’t you know that singers need to work their mouths and throats?” she says as she takes him deep into her mouth. She works her hand and mouth up and down. Gasps of pleasure escape his lips. After you few minutes, she asks, “Do you have a rubber?” 

“Yea, in the glove box.” She finds an open box of Dunlops and pulls one out.

“Do you need me to put that….” He asks as she leans over him and slowly rolls it down his hard shaft. 

“No. I know what to do.” She responds with an innocent smile.

She then climbs on him, raising her dress, and slowly lowering herself on him. She moves up and down, up and down, taking him a bit deeper each time. Finally, she has him all the way in, and slowly rocks back and forth. He reaches up to feel her breasts, rubbing the cloth of her dress and her bra against her skin. “Mmmmm that feels so different.” She says. Continuing to rock back and forth, he feels her grinding against him. She knows what she wants, and is better than the pros he encountered during the war. She is breathing heavier as she rides him harder and faster. Grabbing his hands, she holds them down, and looks him in the eyes as she rides him to her climax.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asks. He was so focused on her that he forgot to enjoy himself. “I haven’t finished yet. Have you ever taken it, bent over? I’ve already got my flogger on, I might as well finish.”

“All right, Mr. Cooper. Show me what you got.” She says breathlessly as she climbs off of him. He gets up and she gets on the back seat, resting on her elbows and knees, as he raises her dress over her curvy ass.

“You are such a sweet piece. I see why Oscar wanted you.” He says as he rubs the tip across her open slit.

“Don’t mention him or you’ll kill my mood.” She snaps at him.

“You got it, Doll.” He says as he grabbed her hips and thrusts it into her.

Even through the Dunlop, she feels so good. He works it slowly at first, and then faster, harder, and deeper. Soon he is pulling her against him as hard as he can.

“Oh, God, Oh God. That feels so good.” She moans. He feels her fingers rubbing herself as he’s in her. She is panting and groaning louder. He thrusts deeply and holds it. His anger, pleasure, and lust all mix together as he fills the rubber.

Sweating and breathing hard, he slowly pulls from her. Then he pulls it off and tosses it into the tall grass.

They both fix their clothing. She kisses him on the cheek again. “Please don’t tell my sister about that.” She says with a girlish tone.

“Lady, no one would believe me if I did. Your secret is safe with me.”

They get into the front seat, turn on the engine, and get back on the road. She leans against him again as they drove to her home.

Hillary and Joan are waiting outside when they pull up. Julie gets out and runs to her sister, hugging her.

“I was so scared for you The police didn’t want to look for you Are you hurt?” Hillary says in her rapid-fire tone. Tears welling up in both of their eyes. 

“I’m safe now, thanks to Mr. Cooper. I think I want to go inside, clean up, and rest.” Julie says with an exhausted tone in her voice. Then she turns “Thank you for everything Mr. Cooper. I will never forget you.” And then goes inside.

Joan takes a handkerchief from her purse. “Boss, you need to wipe the lipstick from your cheek.”

“Oh, thanks. She kissed me after I shot Oscar.” He says absentmindedly.

“Mr. Cooper,” Hillary says as she hands over a thick envelope full of cabbage. “Here is what we agree to.”

He puts it into his jacket pocket, unopened.

“Don’t you wish to count it?”

“No. You got your sister back, safe and sound. That’s what really counts. C’mon Joan, lets head back into the city. We did what we needed to.”

He gets into his car and drives away.

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Save The Lady - Part 1

It was a cold, wet day as he looked out the window of the AAA Detective Agency. He slowly sips a cup of bitter black coffee, as his percolator bubbles on his hotplate.

The City is grey and wet in the early morning light.

Ken Cooper’s shirt and pants are rumpled like they hadn’t ever seen an iron. “I could really use a client.” He says to himself.

His door opens and in walks his secretary Joan, carrying her own coffee mug. “Hey Boss, let me grab a cup of Java. Last night was a rough one.”

He nods and watches her hips sway back and forth in her pleated skirt.

“She’s a good broad, and easy on the eyes”, he thinks but frowns remembering that one night they tried it together. The minute they were in bed together, they knew it was a mistake and agreed never again.

“Help yourself, and tell me what happened.” He says as he sits in his chair, leans back, and puts his feet up on the desk. “She is sweet to look at.” He thinks.

“Me and Pete went to this joint, to hear some friends play. I told you he’s a musician, right?” she starts off, as he look from her bouncing breasts back up to her eyes. “The place was a dive, but there was a dance floor and we really cut a rug. His buddies were good but they were missing their canary, so the guys swapped who sang. It was OK, but we focused on drinking and dancing.”

He sipped his coffee again. “So, what made it such a rough night? Did you really tie one on?”

“No, that wasn’t it. When the guys finished, we went back to his place. Have I told you about his dingus? You wouldn’t believe it. When we finished, I was sore all over.” She said in an almost bragging tone.

Ken smiled, “I’m glad you had a good time. A dame like you deserves to go out with a guy like that.” He said in a playful tone.

Before she realized what he said, he tossed her two bits, “Run down to the Newsie and grab today’s paper. Maybe by the time you get back, a client will call.”

“OK, Boss.” She says as she leaves.

He smiles to himself and sips his coffee again. “A musician who is hung like a horse. Yep, that is just what she needs.”

The large rotary dial phone on his desk rings. He grabs it in a single smooth motion. “AAA Detective Agency. Ken Cooper speaking.”

The voice on the other end sounded like it was strained with sadness and emotion. “Mister, I hope you can help me. I don’t know who to turn to, and your name was the first one I found in the book.”

He smiles at that. He picked the name AAA, years ago, so it would be one of the first ones in the phone book. “I will do my best Ma’am. What can AAA do for you?” he says in his best professional tone.

She responds in rapid fire. “I’m Hillary Schmidt and I have been on the phone with the police all morning They tell me that I have to wait for her to be gone for a day before they will look for her Mr. Cooper she is a good girl and she wouldn’t go off without telling me.”

He sits up in his chair. “Slow down for a minute, Miss, ah, Schmidt. What is this all about? Who are you talking about?”

He hears her take a deep breath and then start again. “I’m Hillary Schmidt, and my sister Julie Schmidt is missing. She is a singer for a jazz band. When she has a performance, she leaves the house with a member of the band. She calls from the club when she arrives there. And when the show finishes, she calls me to tell me she is on her way home. Yesterday, I never heard her leave, and there were no phone calls at all last night. This morning, I checked her room and her bed was not slept in. That is when I called the police. They told me that because she was over 21 and only been gone for the night, we needed to wait until tomorrow before they would do anything.” She started crying again. “Can you help me, Mr. Cooper?”

He nods “Yes, Miss Schmidt, I will see what I can do. What is your address? Let me come by so you can tell me more details.”

“Yes. Thank you.” She tells him the address which he writes down on a steno pad on his desk. When he hangs up, he let out a slow whistle as he reads the address. The edge of the city where the wealthy have mansions and manors.

He finishes his coffee, grabs his hat and coat, and heads for the door. Joan is there. “I got your paper Boss. Where are you going?” she asks as she hands him the folded newspaper.

“You mentioned that the singer last night didn’t show. Do you know her name?”

She shakes her head. “Not really. I think it might be Judy or Julie or something like that.”

“Can you call your meat and see if he knows? We got a call from a Hillary Schmidt saying that her sister Julie, a jazz singer is missing. I am heading over there to see if I can find any leads.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

He shakes his head as he puts his hat on. “No, Joan. Stay here. Call your man or some of his friends. See what you can find. Here is where I will be.” He takes and copies down the address and phone number on a small message pad on her desk.

“Will do Boss.”

As he drives, he thinks about the address, the name Schmidt, and money. Then it hits him, Hillary and Julie are the heiresses to the Schmidt Grains fortune. A corporation that runs breweries, bakeries, and cereal processors, plus farms. This dame could definitely afford his fee.

He parks his big black sedan and gets out. The rain still coming down.

He quickly moves to the front door of the large manor house, and twists the brass door bell. Even through the thick wooden door he can hear the bell ringing. After a minute, a thin older man in a suit answers the door.

“May I be of service?” he asks as he holds it open and Ken steps inside, dripping water as he removes his trench coat.

“Yes, I’m Mr. Cooper. Miss Schmidt called my office. Is she available?”

The doorman holds out his hands, “Let me take your coat and hat.” He quickly hangs them on a free-standing coat rack by the door. “Please wait here. I will announce you.” And goes up the large staircase.

A moment later a short blonde woman descends the stairs, holding a handkerchief in one hand. “Thank you, Mr. Cooper. Please follow me to the parlor.” She says.

Sitting down in a carved wooden chair, Ken leans forward “Tell me what you can about your sister.”

She tells him how her sister Julie sang in church, had dreams of the big time, and was getting experience singing in jazz clubs around the city. She tells him that some clubs were better than others but the musicians all looked out for her. He asks her about the men in Julie’s life, to which she said she didn’t know of any, but then she leads him up to Julie’s room so he can look for any clues. 

The room was white and pink, like that of a little girl. He carefully searches her dresser and desk, looking for letters, notes, or a diary, but strikes out. Her closet is filled with gorgeous dresses, perfect for a singer on stage. Then he checks the hat boxes on the shelf. Inside of one he finds a stash of letters. Most look like kid stuff “I will love you forever” “We will marry someday” and so on. Then he looks at some of the dates. A few of these are recent. Some aren’t signed, but he finds a few signed by “Oscar”.

Hillary watches from the doorway.

“Do you know someone named ‘Oscar’?” he asks.

“Yes, of course. Oscar Huddler. He and Julie used to date. There had even been talk of them getting married at some point. But Julie wanted to be a star, and Oscar, well the less said about him the better.” She said turning away.

“What do you mean? What’s the deal with Oscar?” asks Ken.

“It was all over the society pages. Oscar’s father caught him stealing from the company and trying to make it look like it was his older brother Theodore. If it had only been the money, I think they would have forgiven him, but there were rumors that Oscar had photos of Theodore in bed with another man and was trying to blackmail them. When they didn’t give him the money, he tried to steal it. After that Mr. Huddler disowned Oscar and had him removed from the house. That was over a year ago.”

Ken scratched his head for a moment, thinking about the high society scandals he typically ignored. If Joan was here, she’d have the whole scoop, but it was good enough to know that two rich and powerful families might be involved. Schmidt Grains and Huddler Transportation. It they had married; it would have been the biggest merger in years.

“So, Hillary, where is Oscar now?”

“I haven’t heard. I see Theodore and his wife at social functions. I can call and ask them if they know anything?”

Taking the box of letters, he leaves the room. “Yea, call them. You can reach me at my office if you hear anything. I am going to go through these and see what I can find. Thanks Miss Schmidt.”

“Mr. Cooper, I think you are forgetting something. We forgot to discuss your fee.” Ken’s mind was already trying to figure out where Julie was, he wasn’t thinking about money. After a quick negotiation, they agreed to transportation expenses and a daily cost and a bonus for returning Julie home, safe and sound.

Once he is back in the office, he starts going through all of the letters, looking for the most recent ones. “Joan, what’s the wire on Oscar Huddler?”

“What do you mean? Oscar getting booted from his family and losing all his lettuce? Or him on the take from the Mob? Or his claim that his brother is a nance with a gunsel on the side?”

He looks up from the letters, “Wait, What? Was the mob tightening the screws on Oscar? Hillary told me that Oscar got kicked out, and something about Theodore being a daisy, but she didn’t drop anything about mob ties.”

“Pete says all the clubs are run by the mob, and sometimes they hear a little something. I think I’ve seen Oscar slugging back a few in some of the seedier dives.”

“Was Julie singing during those times?” He asks intently.

“The canary? I guess so. I don’t pay her no mind. If Pete’s on the band stand, I’m watching him. If he’s not playing, then he’s playing with me.”

His phone rings. Joan answers it “AAA Detective Agency. How can we help you? Oh, Miss Schmidt, he’s here. Hold on.” She says as she passes him the receiver.

He hears a voice crying on the other end. “Mr. Cooper? They kidnapped her. I just got a call. They want $20,000 or I’ll never see her. I have to give them the money at 8pm down at the docks.”

“It’s Okay, Hillary. We can do the hand off. I will have Joan come over and help you. Call me if you hear anything else.”

After hanging up, he looks at Joan. “I need to you go to the Schmidt’s and help Hillary get things ready for the ransom.”

She grabs her hat and purse, when Ken stops her for a second. “Do you know of a club down by the waterfront?”

“Yeah, there are a couple but they’re real dumps? Why?”

He holds up a letter. “He talks about his place down by the river, ‘The Wet Whistle’.” He folds the letter, puts it in his pocket. Reaches into his desk for his shoulder holstered .45 which he straps on. “I’m heading to the docks. You help Hillary, and hopefully we can wrap this up before she has to pass over the dough.”

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Gym & Shower - An Erotic Encounter

 

You are working out at your local gym. 

It’s early morning so the place is almost empty. You are wearing your tight yoga outfit, which accents your curves. You unroll your yoga mat and begin your warm up stretches. You have been working out daily for months and you are happy with how sexy you feel. 

As you finish up, you notice that I come in. I unroll my mat and do my warm up stretches. You notice I’m wearing black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. They accent my shape too. 

You start with a little cardio so you get on an exercise bike. You notice my glances towards you as your body moves up and down in the rhythm of the bike. I finish my stretches and use the treadmill. 

I’m jogging slowly. Your exercise bike is in clear view of the treadmill. You try not to stare, but you think you see the growing outline of my cock as I’m jogging. You feel a little excitement and your nipples harden.

“Would you like to do some partner assisted stretches” I ask. We are alone in gym. “I see you take your workout seriously, so you know the benefits of assisted stretches.”

As we start you feel my hands on your legs as I add resistance. I look into your eyes, and then look away before I get full hard. I’m trying to concentrate on helping you, but you are so sexy that I keep getting turned on.

Your body feels so warm as you stretch. I feel your muscles through your tight yoga pants.

Your ass feels so firm…

I notice some dampness at your crotch and think that’s it’s only sweat. But my cock gets hard thinking otherwise. As I look to your chest your nipples are still hard. It must be the exertion; I think and try to focus on the stretches.

“I think we are almost done with the stretches. Is there anything else or should we hit the showers?”

I head for the men’s locker room….

And I think I hear you following me.

I start the water and strip off my clothes.

“Is there a problem with the women’s shower, or do you really want me.” I soap up my hairy chest as I ask.

As I look at you my cock is so hard.

“Can I join you in the shower? The women’s shower has a faucet problem.” you quickly say.

“Yes get in here. The water is hot, and we can shower together.”

As you step in I lather up a wash cloth. “Do you want help, and where should I start?”

Feel the soapy washcloth on your shoulders…And down your chest…

Washing around and between your breasts.

I wash your nipples…Then move down to your toned tummy.

You grab another washcloth and wash my neck, my chest, my round belly. And my cock as I wash your pussy.

You turn around and I start your back… Feel the washcloth on your shoulders, across your shoulder blades, then slowly down your back.

You feel my lips on the back of your neck.

I kiss you as I slowly wash your firm ass.

Feel the soapy washcloth on one butt cheek…Around, and between… And then the other one, as I slowly kiss my way down your back.

Feel my fingers reach around slowly wash your mound.

I turn off the water, drop a towel on the floor

You grab my hard dick as you get on your knees on the towel.

Your tongue and lips feel so good as you lick around and then suck the tip. I place my hand in your wet hair. I feel your hand on my bare ass as the other one is at the base of my cock.

As you suck me deeper and harder, I grab and pull your hair.

You feel my other hand reach your left breast and pinch and hold your nipple as you suck me deep and hard.

Feel my fingers on your nipple and in your hair. Feel my hard cock in your mouth.

You feel my cock is so hard and you taste my pre-cum.

You lick my hairy balls as I look down into your eyes. My balls are tight and I’m about to cum.

Your tongue feels so good. “Where do you want my cum?”

‘I want you to cum in my huge tits, Baby’

I grab my cock and stroke. It’s so slick with your saliva. I pump faster and harder. “Rub your pussy while I stroke for you.”

I’m looking into your eyes, then at your hard nipples.

I see you rubbing your clit as I stroke.

I’m breathing harder… I clenched my butt cheeks and cum spurts from my dick onto your hard nipples.

You rub your clit harder too. “Yes! Do it cum with me!”

I milk my cock until there is nothing left.

You take my cock and lick it clean. Your tongue feels so good as my dick softens.

I glance at the clock. “Oh shit. I need to clean up and head to work. Do you want to do this again tomorrow?”

You smile and leave without answering.