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"Hmm." I wasn't totally paying attention. We were sitting side-by-side at the bar of my favorite sushi place, OUTSIDE of my apartment, and I was going to enjoy this meal.

"She's calm, efficient, and of course very pretty. I'll bet she's a wildcat underneath that perfectly pressed business suit."

"Hmm." I started trying to get the chef's attention and order some more sashimi. And they had this weird beef-wrapped asparagus thing I wanted to try.

"Those legs are just soooo long. Like, she would be a perfect model, except of course her tits are way too big. I mean, I'm already at the big endfor modeling. But maybe she could do Victoria's Secret or something. It's just so weird how she ended up a personal assistant instead."

I arched an eyebrow at her comments and offered my usual "Hmm" to let Rosalinda think I was listening, but satisfying my hunger was still the priority. I wolfed down two more pieces.

Rosalinda looked away across the bar, staring at nothing. "I guess I'd just love to get into her panties."

Okay, now I started choking. I was already quite buzzed from a couple bottles of sake and now the instant vision of Rosalinda and Helen twisting the sheets together caught me off guard.

Rosalinda just grinned and lightly patted my back as I fought back the tears in my eyes and caught my breath. "I haven't been with a woman in like, two years! And she is quite hot."

"Can we talk about something other than you seducing my assistant?"

"Fine, fine. Did you decide on one?"

I paused to pound back the rest of my sake and clear my throat out. "not yet. But I'm leaning towards the penthouse on 5th Avenue with the wide views of Central Park."

"Really? I would have thought you'd have gone for the corner place on Park Ave. It's certainly more luxurious and a lot bigger."

"Maybe, but (A) I don't need the room and (B) I figure I can always pay for more luxury. I can't buy a Central Park view like that over on Park Ave."

"So that's the one, huh?"

"I suppose so... Just think, in about a month you'll be visiting me in my luxurious penthouse!"

"Visiting?!" She slapped me on the arm. "Oh, no. you get a place that fancy and I'm moving in with you!"

I hesitated for a moment, not sure whether she was serious or not. "Oh, no you're not. I want the place all to myself!" I laughed, trying to make a joke out of it.

She caught my hesitation, and then leaned in close until her shoulder was pressed against mine and her dainty nose was just an inch away from my face. And in a quietly serious, husky voice, she offered, "Well, give a girl a chance to change your mind."

I had a hard time getting my key into the door lock, what with Rosalinda's tongue buried in the back of my throat. It was a kiss that could only be described as 'ferocious', and it also deprived me of my ability to see with any clarity.

By some miracle, I fitted the key and then we burst into my apartment. Rosalinda wasted no time, and once inside she physically slammed me against my own front door, pinning me in place as she sank to her knees and began opening up my jeans.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I sighed in resignation. I'd had the idea of winding up in my bed, but Rosalinda apparently wasn't going to wait that long.

But as my eyes rolled back down, in the corner of my eye, a red circle caught my attention. Perhaps my subconscious was looking for it; I don't know why else I would have noticed it. And as my eyes focused I saw the red circle was on my calendar, hanging on the wall next to me.

Tomorrow's date, Friday, had been highlighted, and in the middle of that circle was a simple word: Nancy.

almost immediately the sake fog clouding my brain lifted somewhat, and I half- crawled out of my own skin trying to get myself away from Rosalinda before she managed to slurp my erection into her mouth.

"What's wrong?" she quickly asked as I tried to hobble away, bare-butt naked with my jeans around my ankles.

"Oh, crap, Rosalinda. I shouldn't do this."

She didn't like the tone in my voice. "Why the Bleep not?"

I managed to get my jeans back up around my ass, sort-of. "I've got a date tomorrow. And I really like this one."

"So? That's tomorrow. What does that have to do with tonight? Is she your girlfriend?"

"Well, no."

"How many dates have you been on with her?"

"Uh, well tomorrow will be our first."

"Oh, Come on. We've been through this before. When you've had a girlfriend, I've been good and stayed away. But this is different. you don't have a girlfriend. you're not even dating yet. And I'm fucking Hot!" Rosalinda was now the very picture of a pissed-off supermodel, standing with one hand on her hip while she fixed me with the evil-glare-of-certain-death-if-I-didn't-give-her-an-answer-she- liked.

I didn't really have an answer for that.

"Come on... it's only a Mouth Gig..." she cooed.

"Just a Mouth Gig?"

"I promise. Now please? I've got a craving for cum..." Rosalinda's puppy dog face was back. I never stood a chance.

Without me saying anything else, Rosalinda saw the change in my demeanor and she began stalking me once again.



Diary of a Playboy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624

What a pity.

Rest in in peace.

God knows the best.

He dove face first into her pussy. She had not been touched there before, and now she was receiving kisses on her most private of places. Her senses went crazy. Instinctively she tried to close her legs, but his strong arms pried them open, and he continued to nuzzle his face into her soft, panty-covered charms. “ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh” she let out her first, sexually pleasured female sound. It was quickly followed by more: “ooh........ahhh.........oh Alfred, oh.............”

He loves it down there..........oh.............he's.............oh he's kissing me down......down....there...ohhhhhh..........oh my......my........oh what's he do........is he trying to.......eat me or......oh He was trying to stuff her pussy lips, panties and all, into his mouth. Sucking on the fabric that was covered in her juices. She tasted even better than her mom.
Alfred finally pulled her panties aside, and stabbed his tongue into her pussy. Henry cried out, and Alfred responded by moving his hands up to grab her ass and pull her closer to him, bringing her into better range......He began to be filled with lust.
These were no gentle licks and kisses. He was sucking her pussy into his mouth. Jabbing his tongue in and swirling it around, he didn't hesitate to use his teeth when needed....

“AAGH OH OH AWH OH” Henry cried out......Her pussy was being completely abused, and she loved it. It was getting some rough treatment, but the animal-like lust of Alfred was a huge turn on for the girl, and she let herself be ravished.

Alfred was not even really thinking. He wanted to Bleep this girl's brains out. He got up from her pussy, yanked off her drenched panties, and kneeled above her, his hard cock bouncing, straight out in front of him and over her; he put one hand down on her chest, between her boobs, holding her down, and dipped a finger from the other hand into her pussy, and started moving it around. “mmmmmm” she groaned as his finger penetrated her, “ohhhhhhhhhhhh” she exclaimed, as another finger joined it. She couldn't move from under his strong hand holding her down, and she wouldn't have it any other way, again she grasped his arm, with one hand, he is so strong.... she grasped the other hand that was molesting her with the other ohhh he's sooo Hot.....so Hot.....
He moved his hand off her chest, it was presumably going to her hips to get her prepared for fucking. But she saw his cock bouncing over her, and the video popped into her head. She had to suck it. That was his thing. That was what she wanted to do. She did a kind of sit up, grabbed Alfred's cock, taking him by surprise and tried to swallow it at one go. She barely got past the head, and Alfred abandoned his attack on her pussy for a moment. This little.....agh,....little...fucking..LovePeddler.....oh......she's sucking my cock like.........oh....she's a natural......suck the shit out of my cock “Henry!” he said, audibly, Henry looking up at him, lust-filled eyes, and quickly looked down to continue her feast on his member. He reached down and grabbed her boobs, hard again.

“Mmmphhhhph” she moaned in pain/pleasure, as she tried to stuff more cock in her mouth. “Take it down your.....throat....damn! You're good.” hot little mouth.....oh god....you've got a hot little mouth. Your mom was sucking that same cock earlier little bitch. Old bitch, young bitch, they both suck dick.

Alfred's dirty thoughts were scattered, his mind was hardly functioning through the haze of his desire. The same was true for Henry. He wanted to cum, but he didn't know if he had time to recover and Bleep her too. He pulled his cock out of her mouth. Practically fought her for it, as she kept trying to keep it in her mouth. God I love his cock. Its so hard, it tastes so good, its so big.....oh I want to suck him all day long!!!!


Alfred put Henry back on her back and mounted her. In his lust he was not gentle. His cock entered her pussy hard. It was tight, so he struggled, but he started forcing it in. Henry gritted her teeth, the hard cock was like a train being jammed into her little hole, but she took it like a trooper. Alfred's weight was above her, and he was willing his cock into that tight space, and in it went. Inch by inch, her pussy expanded to take in the intrusion. Henry gripped the bedsheets tight, and fought back a tear, as pain seared through her..........then he hit her hymen, and destroyed it in a moment. “AGH!” she yelped.

Alfred knew he took her virginity....but he didn't care, he kept pushing. Inch, by inch, by inch. Finally, his balls slapped up against her ass. Then he looked at her. I'm going to Bleep your brains out little chick.
She understood him, perhaps telepathically. I'm going to get bleeped, hard.

He started pulling out, Henry exhaling loudly as he did so, then he pushed back in hard. Pulled it out a little slowly, then shoved it back. Finally she started loosening up, and he was able to get into a rhythm: in.......out.........in.........out..............in...............out..............in...............out...............in..........out
“ah!......oh..........ahh!....ohhh............oh!............ uh..............mmmm......ooohhh.......god.........oh.”
Wet, dirty noises filled the room, as their bodies mashed together.
His rhythm picked up.

She had cum again. Her orgasms were building on here. She had orgasmed while masturbating before, but her first with a man was multiplying and growing.
He couldn't handle anymore. He pulled his dick out quickly, her pussy giving a little 'pop' as it exited, her orgasm was so hard, her pussy lips were still twitching as his cock left them. He knew where he wanted to cum. He flipped her over and pointed his cock at her cute little ass. She grabbed the bed sheets, still in the after throes of orgasm, and Alfred released everything he had.

“ARGGGHHHH” he groaned, as his cock spewed out cum all over her back and ass. He reached down with a hand and grabbed her ass tight, and he focused on shooting his cum around her asshole....the cum ran down into it, and just the feeling of his hot cum in her ass set Henry off again. Cum was on her back, the back of her thighs, in her asshole, and all over her ass in general.





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"Rosalinda, that's not a very nice greeting," I admonished her. I was surprised to find I was still a little wary of my longtime friend. After all, I STILL didn't know for certain whether or not she'd set me up for the paparazzi.

"Well you still haven't answered my question." Rosalinda cocked her head to the side and pouted while she put her fists against her hips. And I smiled; she looked so petulant and so pretty at the same time.

"Hello, I'm Miss Cooper," Helen offered, holding her hand out for a handshake. However, I could hear a little bit of an edge in Helen's tone, a sharp contrast to her gentle handling of Nancy's surprise yesterday. If Rosalinda was going to give her attitude, Helen wasn't the type to back down. "Mr. Kendall's law firm assigned me to Mr. Robins as his personal assistant. you're catching us just as we are leaving, Miss Brynn."

"Pleased to meet you." Rosalinda shook Helen's hand. "Just leaving? Where are you headed Tade? I thought we might be able to talk." And with that, Rosalinda gave me her best imitation of a helpless puppy dog.

I just started laughing. And just like that, I was prepared to give her the benefit of doubt. After all, she'd been my friendfor a long time, and friends don't mistrust each other. "About the whole Celebrity Sightings thing? Don't worry about it."

"Then why didn't you call me back?" Rosalinda came right up and hugged me.

"I'm sorry. My life's been a little crazy lately."

"I understand. A lot's happened to you." She leaned up and pecked me on the cheek. "you're forgiven."

And just like that, SHE was forgiving ME. How the hell did she manipulate me into that?

Our real estate agent interrupted the moment. "I apologize for intruding, but we do need to get going to our first appointment."

"Appointment?" Rosalinda looked at me.

"We're going apartment hunting. Time to find me some expensive, flashy new digs."

"Ooh! Sounds like fun! Can I come?" Rosalinda's puppy dog face was back.

Well, the face works. Especially on me. "Um, I suppose."

The agent helpfully added, "I'm sure the advice of your lady friendwill help you make your decision."

Rosalinda smiled brightly, already putting her shoes back on. "Let's go!"

And so we were off. For some reason, I had a feeling in the back of my head that having Rosalinda around for this house hunting trip was a ticking time bomb. And yet, the day went very, very well.

The apartments themselves were all fabulous, absolutely fabulous. Each of them had fantastic views and luxurious appointments. I really couldn't go wrong with any of them.

Rosalinda completely geeked out on all the expensive fixtures and rich textures. Before we were done with the first apartment, I realized a potential mistake in bringing her along. She would have her own opinions as to which place I should pick, and she might also be picturing herself as the "lady of the manor" as we toured each new home.

I had to admit, the thought didn't totally bother me. Rosalinda was gorgeous, smart, and had a great sense of humor. She could be a little self-centered, but what fashion model wasn't? She had her own social standing, her own experience interacting with New York's elite. And she was very, very good at cheering me up.

I found myself watching the raven-haired beauty as she gushed over some lavish drapery at the window. I had a magnificent view of Central Park through the huge windows behind her, and the whole picture was simply beautiful. Even Rosalinda's ears looked so cute with dangling earrings peeking out behind her short, sassy haircut.

Then Helen cleared her through behind me, shaking me out of my reverie and calling Rosalinda's attention over. My friendjust batted her eyes at me, brilliant blue staring right at me.

Then Helen directed, "We need to keep moving."

"I like her."

"Who?" I reached out and snagged another spider roll.

"Miss Cooper. Helen." Rosalinda had already put her chopsticks down, finished with her dinner. She ate like a bird. A very small bird.

"Hmm." I wasn't totally paying attention. We were sitting side-by-side at the bar of my favorite sushi place, OUTSIDE of my apartment, and I was going to enjoy this meal.

"She's calm, efficient, and of course very pretty. I'll bet she's a wildcat underneath that perfectly pressed business suit."



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“Well, like, is yours, like, don't mean to be weird or anything, but like, is it bigger than average? Cause, like, I've seen a few, like, in a movie here or there, and in health class, and, uh, yeah.....” she smiled. She knew enough that telling a man his penis was big was always considered a good compliment....and, well, she was telling the truth.

“Yeah, I guess you could say its bigger than average.”

“How big?” she had a flirtatious smile.

“Pretty big.” he smiled back. This was an opportunity he wasn't going to waste. He threw caution to the wind. “High schoolers these days. Looking at porn, all knowledgeable about everything to do with sex and relationships...its crazy. You've probably got the guys at school all trying to get with you. Back in my day girls weren't this hot in high school it seems.”

“Your day?!” she laughed, “You're not that much older than me....” she smiled at him, looking at his pecs and arms, both well developed. “Either way, I'm not really interested in high school guys. I like older guys. Not too old, but more mature you know....like, they're cooler in a way...” It was a stock response from Henry, and Alfred recognized it, and was ready with the appropriate response. A phrase that is orgasmic, almost, for high school girls:

“Hmm. Yeah, makes sense. You're pretty mature for your age.” Alfred said, and Henry beamed. “It s good to not just be all boy-crazy, but think about what you want.” It was an abstract, meaningless thing to say, but Henry was all over it.
They talked about relationships in broad, clichéd terms that high schoolers use, for awhile, but gradually the conversation shifted to how her mom didn't think she was mature enough for relationships, and had all these restrictions, and etc, etc.....And Alfred said, “Well, sometimes mothers get intimidated by their daughters. Especially if they have more opportunities, or are more attractive, or seem to have more fun, and they try to restrict them to living life the way they had to.”

Henry was in complete agreement, that was exactly what was going on. Alfred understood. And....did he say I was more attractive? Mom's good looking......whoah.....I think, I think he likes me.....oh my god, I have to do something about this. I've got to do it. I'm doing it.

The conversation paused, and Henry and Alfred looked at each other, there was a friendly atmosphere that Henry interpreted as romantic. She moved up to Alfred, and with butterflies in her stomach, put a hand out to touch his arm, then moved her face towards his.......this was how it was done in movies......

Alfred saw her moving towards him, he knew exactly what she was doing, and he was ready. He tilted his head down towards her, and met her lips with his own. He wrapped his arms around her, and she gently took hold of his torso, resting her hands right below his ribs. They kissed softly at first, once on the lips, twice, he caught her lower lip with both of his and kissed it....their mouths opened, and his tongue entered her mouth, the first penetration.

She practically fell into his arms, and he kissed her deeply, and over and over again. His hands began moving over her body, up and down her back, drifting a few fingers over her ass (which sent chills up her spine), he hooked his fingers under the bottom of her shirt, in back, and slowly started lifting it up...pausing to run his fingers over her bare skin. She explored him too, touching his back muscles, his abs, his pecs, his arms, she lightly touched the towel wrapped around his waist.....she felt his penis growing and hardening.....poking her a little, here and there.
Alfred moved her so she had her back towards the bed, his hands were half way up her back now, her shirt bunching up a little, his hands playing a little with her bra strap...he ran his thumb under it.

She knew what they did in the movies after this much kissing.

Henry crossed her arms down at their midsections, grabbed a hold of her shirt, and pulled it over her head. Alfred looked down at her young, supple body, and his hands started moving all over her, squeezing, gripping, pinching even.....Henry loved it all. Alfred loved it all. He began kissing down her neck, nibbled at her shoulder, kissed around her breasts, and quickly (after much practice on her mother) removed her bra. Her breasts looked happy to be free. They were perky, smaller aureolas then her mother, Alfred noticed, but her nipples were a little longer. He pushed her back onto the bed, and began playing with them. He flicked her nipples, startling her, then followed with a good sucking of her nipples, which pleased her. He loved her nipples.

They were hard, they were long, and they were his to enjoy. And he did enjoy them. He happily squeezed her breasts, hard. Her hands moved to his own, to try to ease the grip, but as soon as she felt his arms, his strength took her breath away, and her hands fell away, letting him do what he would with her.

He began kissing down her stomach, his hands following him, unwilling to leave those perky boobs alone, but obedient.
He kissed around her belly button, then undid the button on her jeans, and pulled the zipper down. He loved the sound of the zipper going down. It revealed her pink panties, which were cute, and eventually her delicious thighs were in view, perfectly tanned, and then the jeans were gone. Alfred looked at her panties, and up at the girl, lying in the bed, looking down at him, completely willing to let him take the lead, and he did.

He dove face first into her pussy. She had not been touched there before, and now she was receiving kisses on her most private of places. Her senses went crazy. Instinctively she tried to close her legs, but his strong arms pried them open, and he continued to nuzzle his face into her soft, panty-covered charms.



Nothing Goes for Nothing:

I found the gown which was featured in several photos. It was see-through fabric, but two layers and so the sight of her naked body must have been very sensual. In the photos, it was draped down off her shoulders so that her breasts were offered as delightful and delicious morsels of femininity. Even though she was still, it was impossible to look at the photos without seeing them sway slightly in their full loveliness. The gown smelled of her and her perfume and I spread it on the bed and displayed the "gown pictures" on it.

A longer search found the strange bra that must have been a bit of a joke from the expression on her face. It had holes where the nipples shot through the fabric bare and frisky. The cups were big and still she filled them to overflowing. The matching garter belt was firm looking and had at least six suspenders dangling down to grasp the black stocking bands which spanned her thighs and looked taut and sexy. She wore black panties with red ribbon at the waist and legs and lace all around. In one of the bra cups, I propped a photo of her bending over and looking through her legs at the camera.

One photo featured panties made of see-through material with a floral pattern. Through the pattern, the shadowed crease of her opulent bottom smiled invitingly. And another photo from the front let curly dark hair peak through a lace panel which ran from the waist down to the crotch.

Another favorite was a gleaming pair of white panties, very high quality. The waistband was all there was on the sides, and the band had gathered material over the elastic which gave a very feminine, very sensual look to the panty and to my Momsie's hip. The back panel was full, intended to cup and cover her entire bottom and it beautified her at the same time. The front was a triangle which draped and gathered down to where it tucked between her legs. It looked sweet and chaste while at the same time exuding sensuality. She was gorgeous in her only garment in the photo. Just gleaming, fresh, clean white bikini panties and strappy white high heel shoes. I found the panties buried deep in her drawer, seemingly hardly ever worn. They were pretty enough to have been part of a bride's outfit, and maybe it was.

In the back of the closet, I found a box crammed full of real stockings, the type that can only be held up by a garter belt. In it I found the pair which matched a photo of her legs posed nicely and showing panties, garter belt and long stockings with the brand label of Givenchy in large white script looking sexy against the dark band stocking top.

By the time I had enjoyed my treasure hunt and tried valiantly to put everything back so as not to be detected, it was late afternoon.

I put all the pictures back in the box except for the three favorites which I stuffed into the magazine and kept hidden under my mattress.

That must have been the day I hurriedly stuffed the book under the mattress and left it showing. When I cam home the next day, I went to my room to look at the pictures before Momsie came home. My heart nearly stopped when I slipped a hand under the mattress to find it empty. But then I saw something sticking out from under my pillow. There was the magazine. I rifled it to find the photos gone.

Then I noticed the panties, washed and fresh, along with what I recognized as my Momsie's note card. My face was flushed with embarrassment and my heart was like a lead weight knowing I had been caught. I pressed the panties to my face and found that they had also been perfumed.

The Card: "Dear Prince, You are so sweet! It is so nice to think you like my pictures. We should chat about them. OK? Love, Momsie"

I was still tense with the thought of having to face the music, but what a thoughtful note it was. I paced the house unable to settle down to anything, waiting for her to come home from the office. As it turned out she worked late and didn't get there until about 7 O'clock.

"I'm sorry..." I muttered immediately.

She smiled broadly and we hugged. Her kiss on my cheek was a help, but I was still nervous and flustered.

"Oh, Prince, I'm sorry those pictures were still around. But ... how could you not look at them? It's OK. But, you probably understand they were just for your father and me ... understand? So, I needed to have them back ... you understand?"

Now I had a dilemma, whether to admit there were more or not.

We had dinner and she was very chatty and talkative. "Well ... now the questions ... do you think I look OK?" She giggled a little.

I took a deep breath and replied.

"Beautiful!"

"Thank you, honey. Do you have any questions about them? I mean, it isn't unusual for married couples to have a few photos. I mean it is sort of fun ... and exciting. Your father was an amateur photographer, after all. It was natural to want those ... I guess. And I enjoyed them, too, posing, knowing he liked the way I looked. Understand? A little bit, anyway? Well someday it will be clearer. After you are married."

"There are some more, Momsie. I'll get them for you later."

Her smile disappeared and she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, dear." she looked down into her lap a moment. "Where?'

"In the darkroom."



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Nancy shivered at my touch. "I don't understand it. Why can't I get you out of my head?"

"Probably for the same reason you're inside my head." And without thinking I leaned in and pressed my lips softly to hers. She gasped in surprise but a moment later Nancy flowed back into my kiss, her hands actually coming up and holding my face as she pressed forward, parting her lips to allow my tongue in as my heart leapt in absolute joy.

But as quickly as we started, Nancy pulled straight back shaking her head. "But I barely know you!"

"Then let's change that," I offered.

"But I can't. The whole situation is just too overwhelming for me. And you're cute and all, but... it's just so weird. The fact is, you're not just a cute guy I met in the elevator. you're New York's newest billionaire. And if I go out with you, paparazzi are going to be plastering photos of me in every trashy tabloid."

Once again I was holding Nancy's hands in my own. "Nancy, do you like me? Do you feel the same spark between us that I'm feeling?"

She looked at me. "Yes."

"Then what else matters?"

"I just don't know if I can handle all this." I could see the moisture in her honey brown eyes. "If you were just another guy, we could have had dinner last night and talked and who knows what might have happened? But then the Celebrity Sightings thing came on."

And I was reminded now of exactly why Nancy had gotten upset. I had just slept with Rosalinda. "In all fairness, Rosalinda has been my friendfor a long time. But there's no relationship there. And I had no idea I was going to meet you in the elevator that day. If we started something together, you and me... well, I'm not a cheater."

"And I think I realized that... It doesn't mean I'm happy about it. But it's not like I have any rights over you or anything. That's why I wanted to apologize. It's not very polite to kick someone out of your apartment." Nancy smiled for the first time.

"No it's not. But I understand. And apology accepted." My eyes sharpened as I looked right at Nancy. "Now, back to the matter at hand. I'm not much of a cook. So will you let me buy you dinner? Say, Friday?"

"A date?"

"Yeah, isn't that how this is usually supposed to go? We can start over fresh. I'm just a cute guy you met in the elevator."

"not that cute..." she teased.

"Hey, you just said I was cute!"

"you are, you are," she giggled. Oh, how I loved that giggle.

"Stop interrupting me." I exhaled and prepared myself. "I'm just a cute guy you met in the elevator. And you're just a very pretty young lady I want to get to know a little better. Come on, I'll take you to McDonald's!"

"Ooh, big fancy dinner from New York's newest billionaire!"

"nothing but the best for you. I can afford it."

Nancy laughed again and then leaned in and initiated the kiss this time, her lips soft and velvety against mine. She was just as sweet as I had wanted.

When she pulled back, I had to ask, "Is that a yes?"

"Yes, yes. Friday. Pick me up at eight."

THURSDAY

Helen came to the door at 9am promptly, with a guest. "Good morning, Mr. Robins."

I glared at her.

"Excuse me... Tade." A smile lit up her face as she called me by my first name. I think she rather enjoyed the little game.

"Better, Helen. How are you?"

"I'm good. It's a beautiful morning outside."

"I wouldn't know. It feels like I've been cooped up in here or in some other cold building every hour for the last week straight," I grumbled.

"Well, we'll get you outside soon enough." She then turned to her guest, a distinguished lady in her mid-fifties. "May I introduce our real estate agent."

Helen continued on, "The plan today is to tour some of these apartments you picked out yesterday. I've already set all the appointments. And..." she held up the paper bag with the Starbucks logo on the front and the three coffee cups in a carrier, "... I brought you breakfast."

I leaned in and inhaled the heady aroma. "Smells good."

A few minutes later, we'd finished our breakfast and I reclined into my couch while Helen sat next to me as our agent laid out some of the real estate dossiers. We then spent a short time laying out the itinerary we would have for visiting six apartments, the candidates for my future home.

But before we could get going, the door knocked.

Helen was immediately on to the door. Once opened, she offered her customary "Can I help you?"

"Who the hell are you?"

I knew the voice immediately, turning to see Rosalinda glaring up at Helen. It wasn't every day that a fashion model like Rosalinda met a woman taller than her.

"Rosalinda, that's not a very nice greeting," I admonished her.



Diary of a Playboy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624

She paused the video. It appeared to have been downloaded, as he was playing it on a media player. She saw his internet was minimized, and, bringing it up, there was a porn site. A woman was getting done doggy-style. Whoah, that seems kind of intense....he's.....man....I hope he's not hurting her.....well...she seems happy enough. Henry felt something down between her legs.

Am I getting turned on by watching porn? Oh my god. Now the girl was blowing the guy. Henry watched her moving her head up and down the cock, licking it, sucking on it....It was intense. She watched for a good five minutes. Henry paused the video again and went out of the room to continue cleaning. Seeing the porn on Alfred's computer, in a weird way, almost made him cooler to her. He wasn't too far removed from her high school guy friends. He has a healthy sex drive, at least. He's not looking at people having sex with animals or something she thought to herself.

As she was cleaning another bedroom, how many bedrooms does a single guy need? Man he must have money, Alfred came upstairs and said he was going to take a shower. He closed the master bedroom door after he entered. Henry heard the water go on, and found herself wondering what he looked like naked....showering....Wow. Somebody has a crush she commented on herself, mentally. I wonder what it would be like to give him a Mouth Gig, like those girls on the videos, like, would it be difficult, or..?.............

The video!!! She suddenly started thinking at lighting speed. His videos had been paused, and she had watched them. She hadn't moved them back to where they had been. He would know something was up. Oh no.....I was in his bedroom awhile.....he will put two and two together...he's smart.

Panicked, Henry went back to his bedrooom stealthily, opened the door quietly, and went to the computer. Great. The water stopped. That was way too short of a shower...oh god......

She didn't have much time. She moved the mouse, Come on...come on.......stupid screen saver......Alright! Here we are. I'll move the media player video first....She dragged the positioning bar on the player back towards where the video had been originally. The fan was still on in the bathroom. Come on Henry, come on, she told herself. Now for the internet video. She moved the video back to where it had been but accidentally clicked the mouse and it started playing...

Right then the bathroom door opened.

Alfred was wiping his face with the towel. He was completely naked. Totally panicking, Henry turned off the computer monitor and whipped around to face Alfred. He had the towel in front of his face, his rather muscular body was totally exposed to her, his very large member swinging between his legs. She couldn't help but notice, but it hardly registered, she was so horrified.

He lowered the towel, and was immediately greeted by the scene of a completely red-faced, hot, young, high school girl, staring with wide eyes and open mouth directly at him.

“WHOAH, what the heck?!?!” Alfred was totally shocked, but he managed to compose himself right away. He very slowly, as if in shock, moved his towel down to cover himself, giving her a long look at his cock, which, though limp, twitched at the thought of the girl seeing it completely exposed.

“Henry, uh, what are you doing in my bedroom? I said I was taking a shower, and, um, closed the door, and.....uh”

Looking for a decent alibi, Henry said, while averting her eyes from his unclothedness, “I....uh....so so so sorry, I was just, like, well, I, like, forgot to dust the computer desk....and, like, I thought, you know, before you saw it, I'd, you know” she turned around, partly to keep her dark red face hidden, partly to pretend to clean the desk, but unfortunately, as she did so, her hand caught on the earphones and yanked them out of the computer.

“OH! YES!!! YES!!! Bleep ME! Bleep ME HARDER!!! HARDER!!! YESS!!!! (slap, slap, slap, slap)”

The sounds of the Indecency playing on his computer came very distinctly out of the computers speakers. At that point, Henry decided she had lived long enough, and was ready to die.


The awkwardness could have been cut with a knife. Alfred looked at Henry, then at the computer, then at Henry again. Henry tried to move the mouse, to bring up the screen, to do something to stop the sounds. There was no hiding what had happened now. No excuses. She just wanted the sounds of her humiliation to stop. She forgot she turned off the screen.

Alfred was all about helping people, and this girl seriously needed help. He handled the situation very well actually. He decided on humor to aid them.

“Henry, Henry...” he laughed warmly, “you might want to turn the monitor on.” He walked right up next to her, his naked body intimidating, but very hot. Henry wished the situation was different. Now he would always think of her as stupid and creepy and weird and.....

“I remember when my mom caught me looking at porn once...haha now it my house cleaner did. And now I caught her (he looked at her, his fun-loving smile back) Getting caught looking at porn is always horrible...I remember the look on my mom's face....” Immediately Henry started to calm down as he told her a humorous anecdote about his own similar experience....she decided he was definitely the coolest guy on earth.

She even laughed slightly, and explained the whole situation. Alfred just laughed it away.

“...And then you came in from the bathroom, like, uh, ALL of you,” she said, gesturing with her eyes down to his towel-covered crotch, “and I just about died. Like, seriously, I wanted to die.”

“Hahaha well, actually my mom caught me jerking off once too. So you're not the first to see little Alfred, if you will”

“I'm not so sure 'little' is a great adjective there...” she said, laughing nervously, not sure how far his coolness extended.

“Well, as long as you don't substitute 'tiny'..” he said with a smile.

“Well, like, is yours, like, don't mean to be weird or anything, but like, is it bigger than average? Cause, like, I've seen a few, like, in a movie here or there, and in health class, and, uh, yeah.....” she smiled. She knew enough that telling a man his penis was big was always considered a good compliment....and, well, she was telling the truth.



Nothing Goes for Nothing: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/nothing-goes-for-nothing/44852

"Look, I'm sweating." She pulled the blouse away from her breasts and blew on the perspiration between opulent mounds. Her skin glowed under the red lights and the valley of her breasts was dark and secret. I nodded, my eyes never leaving the slopes of her lovely breasts.

There was some sort of magnetic forces between us. I could smell her perfume. Almost sense the warmth of her body. I could imagine the scent wafting up from between her breasts like a deep fragrant blossom. My view down her blouse front was of luscious soft melons and a hint of very feminine brassiere holding them up for my pleasure. It made words catch in my throat and my breath come rapidly in jagged breaths. I could feel my chest heaving with excitement. The air was heavy with our body warmth and some kind of wildly delicious sensuality that seemed to hang around us. I felt that all the air I was breathing had first been warmed between her breasts.

We changed places again and I felt her hand barely brush my bold cock. A shudder went through me.

Time in the darkroom, I concluded, was far better when she joined me for a session.

One day as I was cleaning up and putting things away, I found a treasure. At the back of the top shelf there was a box with the Kodak paper label. Curious, I pulled it down and turned off the white light in case it was light sensitive. Under the ruby light overhead, I found the box to be full of photographs. And not just any photographs. My heart raced to realize that my Dad had kept photos of step Mom here in this secret stash.


On top there was a large photo of her in a dressing gown I recognized, only I had never before seen it wide open. I could just see one nipple where the gown draped over it and the sheer beauty of the underside of her breast disappearing into the shadows. I was thunderstruck.

I locked the door. And then I began looking through a wonderland of photographs of my step Mom. There were photos of her in blue jeans painting a room with a big smile. Then one with her blouse open and a white bra plump with her breasts. And a little further on, with no blouse at all, just that pretty bra and a paint brush touching the trim. In yet another, she was removing her bra and teasing the camera.

With it. I recognized the style from old magazine ads as a Maidenform, one of those lacy jobs that boosted the breasts out in aggressive points Now there were a number with step Mom painting braless. Her breasts had a life of their own.

Firm, upright, the nipples crisp brown circles with nubile nipples sloping just slightly to each side and slightly downward in the natural delicious and tempting sway of perfect breasts. My erection was a sensation and I squeezed it as I continued through the tempting photos.

They were all happy pictures.

There were even photos of her when she was pregnant. In one of the pregnant ones she was wearing only panties, stretched out of shape by her big stomach. Her hands cradled her stomach and her smile was a little timid, but her eyes twinkled. Her nipples looked stretched out of shape too, as pregnant women do. Again I was drawn to her beautiful breasts, now laden with milk, I guessed. They looked heavy and full and delicious. I couldn't get enough of them. The areoles were now larger, but still brown and ripe looking. My mouth watered just staring at the distended nipples. They look like they yearned for me to suck on them.

She was kneeling on the bed, turned three quarters toward the camera. The white panties were tight for her big stomach but still looked neat and exciting.

I could see a triangle of hair secreted down under her tummy and between her legs. The faint trace of it through the panties excited me even more. I longed to touch it and feel the soft pillowing of curls I imagined were there.

My cock was once again hard as a rock looking at the photos in the dim light. She looked as good as any of the models I had stolen a glimpse of on news stands.

Diary: "Oh dear, I thought David had thrown our pictures away before he died. But Prince found some of them along with one of David's sex magazines. After Prince left for school this morning, I went in to straighten his room.

A disaster, as normal. I noticed something sticking out from the mattress and found a sex magazine. I know that is normal and to be expected. Looking through it, though, three photos fell out in my lap.

ME!

David left them around someplace and obviously Prince found them. There was also a pair of my panties. I felt a rush of emotions. One emotion was the thought of Prince masturbating while looking at pictures of me.

Sorry, I have to admit the thought excited me. I lay down for a few minutes on his pillow, smelling his scent and thinking about how to handle it. I don't want to make him feel guilty or repress his natural sexual development ... or his sexual pleasures.

But ... I think I have to find any other photos ... not appropriate for a son, I guess. But how to avoid him being embarrassed is a problem."

I thought back to that time.

For several days I quietly sneaked down to the darkroom to spend a few minutes going through the stash of photos. They were all black and white and each was a treasure for my voyeuristic adolescent crush on my step Mom. There were photos of her bare breasts swinging beneath her body as she leaned far over in an exercise position.

There were others in sex positions, some with my father, and so he must have had a self timer on the camera. Most were wonderful lingerie photos of step Mom in various states of UnCloth. I was in rapture, drinking in her sexy and sensual beauty.

One day, I had the afternoon off from school.

I brought the box of photos upstairs to step Mom's room and began matching the photos with the clothes to see which of them still remained in her drawers and closets. I don't know why it was a thrill, but I can just tell you that it was. To spend a day searching through hanger loads of silky things and see what she actually looked like wearing them set my mind spinning with excitement.

I found the gown which was featured in several photos. It was see-through fabric, but two layers and so the sight of her naked body must have been very sensual. In the photos, it was draped down off her shoulders so that her breasts were offered as delightful and delicious morsels of femininity.

Even though she was still, it was impossible to look at the photos without seeing them sway slightly in their full loveliness. The gown smelled of her and her perfume and I spread it on the bed and displayed the "gown pictures" on it.



Taboo: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/taboo/43472

Yeah, suck those balls bitch.......Alfred thought to himself as Biola took one of his balls in her mouth sucking on it gently, then released it, and took the other in exchange. She switched back and forth between his testicles for a while. When she had one in her mouth, she would pull away from him, pulling the heavy testicle with her, then let it go with a sexy *pop, and go back to sucking the other.

Either Kole's wife is incompetent or an embezzler........yeah....keep jacking me.....keep sucking...............she's probably an embezzler..........I don't know.............. “hey, B, lick them too....don't just suck.” Immediately Biola released his ball from her mouth and started covering his scrotum with kisses and licks....her tongue running between his balls, around them....she bounced them with her tongue.....yeah bitch, do what I want......good job...........good job.........that tongue is awesome.......What's Kole's wife's name again? I can't remember.

Naomi I think. I don't know.....mmmm....oh geez, is she using her teeth on my..?..ooh man...haha that's great....Biola decided to experiment a little, and softly started chewing on the tough skin of Alfred's scrotum. She caught it between her teeth and very gently chewed and chewed on it, then let it go and started nipping at different parts of his sack...god that's awesome Alfred thought to himself. I have to set up a meeting with Kole and what's-her-name.... Alfred knew that he could rectify the problems. He could fix them up so the IRS wouldn't come down on Kole. But then, he could totally go to the IRS and report the odd irregularities too, which was douche-like. Alfred liked to help people. He'd have a meeting with the two of them.

Biola was sucking his dick now. “Hey B, when I'm …..uh......done cumming on your tits in a bit.....mmmm...man!........can you go call Kole and set up an appointment....uh, an appointment for both he and his.....umph.....wife to come in? Yeah.....yeah.......Then you can go home....ooh man...yeah, thanks.”
“mmph” Biola replied, in the affirmative. It was hard to tell though, since her mouth was stuffed full of cock.

Biola making a sound like that with his cock in her mouth put Alfred over the edge, he shot a couple times in her mouth, but pulled out and shot the rest of his load, which, like always, was plenteous, all over her chest. Her boobs were covered in cum. Shot after shot, then a steady drizzle of cum landed on her tits. Finally he took his cock and shook it a few times, flinging bits of cum in her face and on her boobs.

“Don't talk with your mouth full B” he said with his good-natured grin.

“You know” Biola said, as she stood up and took some tissues, using them to wipe up the cum that was covering her chest... “I'd rather you not call me “B,” that's my husband's pet nickname for me. Its just odd to hear you...uh...(she wiped a little cum off her cheek)...call me that. You mind?”

“Don't worry about it,” Alfred said, “He calls you 'B' instead of Biola sometimes right?”

“Yeah..um...that's what I just said.” Biola replied.
As Alfred gently pushed her out of his office and started to close the door behind her he smiled: “Well when I call you 'B' its short for bitch, so don't worry about it.” he said with a laugh, and closed the door, ignoring Biola's annoyed look.


Alfred came downstairs from his master bedroom. He was still wearing his suit, but he had removed the tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt and untucked it. He took his jacket off and threw it on the couch, then joined it a moment later. He turned on the TV and decided he would vegetate for a bit.
Almost immediately the doorbell rang.

He opened the door and there was a 40 something year old mexican woman, and a really attractive teenage girl. Damn she's a little hottie...looks kind of like....oh man! I forgot, Biola's daughter is coming over to clean the house today! Yes!!! “Oh hey, are you Maria? I'm sorry I forgot you were coming over. And you must be...uh....Jenny right?”

“Henry, actually, nice to meet you!”

They shook hands, then Alfred shook the woman, Maria's hand. “This girl is good cleaner! I have used her two times now, still new, but she clean your house very very good, sir.”

“Oh I'm sure she will,” Alfred said. “It's quite a job though, its kind of a mess. Ironically, if I'd known you were coming I might have cleaned up a little.”

All of them laughed. But Henry didn't take her eyes off of him. His relaxed but still professional look was very attractive. She knew he was her mom's boss, and she had heard her mom mention before that he was very smart, kind of young, and well-off. Biola didn't know her daughter was going to be cleaning Alfred's house, and when Henry looked at Alfred, she decided she wouldn't be the one to bring it up.

Alfred was looking at his secretary's daughter with delight. He'd seen her picture at Biola's desk before, but that picture must be a couple years younger. This Henry was hot. She was wearing tight jeans, and a form fitting straight black long-sleeved shirt. Her hair was dark like her mothers, her breasts were a little smaller, but she had a very nice tan (probably from laying around in the sun with her friends all the time), and seemed self-confident.

Alfred led the two around the house a little. Maria was jabbering on and on about different things it was of utmost importance Henry not forget to do, like wiping down the window blinds (her insistence on this point evoked a slight eye-roll from Henry), but for the most part neither Alfred nor Henry were really paying attention to her. When they thought the other wasn't looking they were doing some serious checking out.
They decided Henry could start in the upstairs master bath, then move down from there. Maria and Alfred left her up there and walked downstairs. Alfred opened the front door for Maria, and before she left she said, “It is very good for you to help this girl and her family Alfred. You are good man."

Alfred didn't know what the random Spanish meant, but he replied that it was just what any body in his position would do. He shut the door and returned to the couch.

Henry finished the bathroom after a good hour. It was dirty indeed. Bachelors...she thought to herself, repeating to herself what she had heard in regards to the cleanliness of single men, and found the messiness of the place almost more attractive to her. He could use a girlfriend she thought to herself, with a little smile. She didn't say “wife,” because that is something her mother would correct her with. Her mom was all about being traditional. Henry was more open-minded, and obviously overflowing with wisdom her mom was not endowed with. Besides, she was sick of hearing her mom and dad argue all the time. Marriage definitely not for her. The occasional fling? Maybe.

Moving into the master bedroom, she cleaned up some clothes, vacuumed the carpet, dusted, etc, etc....as she was washing a window that was in front of his computer desk, she bumped into it accidentally, which moved the mouse, which removed the screen saver, which revealed what Alfred had been looking at on the computer just a few mintues before her and Maria came to the door.

A video? It was black and white, and seemed to be from an office security camera or something. The video was paused a minute or so into it. It was only 10 minutes long. She saw a man sitting on a chair, and a woman, half-naked, kneeling in front of him. Oh. My. God. Alfred looks at porn! She knew that guys at her school did, but she didn't really imagine working, business men would do so. He definitely doesn't seem like a perv....I'll watch a little and see what's up. The camera was fuzzy, a little, and the woman's face was buried in the man's lap, and the man was turned away from her, but she could clearly see the bobbing of the woman's head up and down in the man's lap. The earphones were filled with the licking and sucking sounds of the action.

They were decent microphones on the camera.

She paused the video. It appeared to have been downloaded, as he was playing it on a media player. She saw his internet was minimized, and, bringing it up, there was a porn site. A woman was getting done doggy-style.

Whoah, that seems kind of intense....he's.....man....I hope he's not hurting her.....well...she seems happy enough. Henry felt something down between her legs.




Nothing Goes for Nothing: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/nothing-goes-for-nothing/44852

Cool and smooth.

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