Maxwell pulled his cock out of Shaina's mouth and murmured, "Damn rules!"Maxwell walked over and took his seat again, while Dakota dealt another hand.This time, Clara was high and Maxwell was low. Maxwell was asked the same question, "Clothes or dare?"He replied, "Dare."Clara thought for a moment and decided that the time had come to make her move.Clara spoke up, saying, "Maxwell, I dare you to fuck me in the ass until we both come."Maxwell looked over at Dakota, and she just smiled and winked at him, giving her approval.He stood up and said, "Well, how do you want to do this?"Clara smiled, jumped up, and said, "Good thing I came prepared!" She then walked over to her purse and pulled out a tube of lube. She continued, "Okay, now, Maxwell, come over and sit on the sofa."Clara walked over to the sofa, saying, "I just want you to know that I showered and cleaned myself exceptionally well in this area, just to set your mind at ease."Maxwell replied, "I wasn't worried about it a
With Clara vigorously rubbing her own clit, she said, "Me too! Me too!" Then Maxwell let out a groan and growl, followed by a yell of, "OH FUCK!" and shot stream after stream of his cum into Clara's ass."Oh sh*t, Maxwell, oh sh*t! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed as she bounced her ass up and down on his cock, rubbing her clit with greater intensity. She then slowed her bouncing, and just sat still, rocking her body back and forth.Still impaled on his cock, Clara fell forward into his body, pressing her sweaty tits against his chest and laying her head on his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her, gently kissing her cheeks, neck, and shoulders.Maxwell's cock seemed to deflate quickly, and she was pushed out of her ass along with some of his semen. Even though Maxwell was out of her now, Clara didn't move, clinging to him in a most intimate embrace.She then raised her head off his shoulders, leaned in, and kissed him on the lips with the passion of a thankful lover. He placed hi
Dakota, acting as though she was a bit put out, said, "Maxwell, what do you have to say for yourself?""Hey, she started it by cleaning my pecker, then she started sucking on it. I mean, what was a red-blooded American boy supposed to do?"Dakota then broke into a smile, saying, "Well, I guess so. However, mister, you'd better recover quickly, because you've filled every woman here except me!""I am looking forward to filling you, my dear," Maxwell replied with a smile.Maxwell continued, "Now, I think we should all get something to drink and sit out on the deck."Everybody agreed that it sounded wonderful.Maxwell stood up from the sofa and said, "You ladies, go on out, and I'll bring the drinks."The three women stepped through the sliding patio door and arranged some chairs in a semi-circle.After a few minutes, Maxwell appeared on the deck with a tray of glasses and a bottle of wine. He sat the tray down on a table, poured the drinks, and handed a glass to each lady. Then, taking
Julia WhiteFireworks blossom above the lake, floating in the clear night air before drifting down in dazzling clouds to settle on the water.My father flinches at the first explosion. He dislikes things that are loud or surprising. Which is why I sometimes irritate him—I can be both of those things, even when I'm trying to be a good girl.His scowl is lit by the blue and gold lights. Yes, he has the same expression when he stares at me."Would you like to eat inside?" Donald asks.Because it's a warm night, we're all sitting on the deck. In New York, unlike in Sicily, you must take advantage of every opportunity to eat outdoors. Even yet, if you didn't hear the traffic below, you'd assume you were in an Italian vineyard. The table is set with primitive dinnerware imported from the old country three generations ago, and the pergola overhead is heavily clothed with shade-giving fox grapes planted by Father. Fox grapes cannot be made into wine, although they do make fantastic jam.My fa
He was able to get Dakota on the phone, and she seemed truly pleased that he had called her. Maxwell explained his situation to her and why he needed a change of scenery and venue. She told him that she totally understood.Dakota had been a widow for about four years now and knew exactly what Maxwell was going through. Her husband had also died of prostate cancer. She told him to let her look through her listings, and she would get back to him as soon as she thought she had something of interest.Later that afternoon, Maxwell's phone rang. "Hello.""Maxwell, it's Dakota, how are you?""I'm doing good. Did you find me something?""Well, I might have found just what you're looking for, but then, you will need to be the judge of that. What is your schedule like tomorrow?""As far as I know right now, I'm free. What did you have in mind?""Well, if you could meet me at my office, then I could show you a few houses and maybe find one you really like.""What time tomorrow?""Is about ten ok
"Wait until you see the inside!" Dakota smiled and winked at him.She parked the car in front of the house, grabbed her notebook, and said, "Shall we take a look?""Yes, by all means," Maxwell replied.As they stood at the front door, she bent down to punch in the combination to the realtor's box, which contained the door key. Once in the house, she began to explain the present situation to the house."The house at present is a corporate rental. What that means is that companies will rent the house for a weekend or longer for meetings or retreats. That's why it's furnished.""I see. What is the asking price?""Well, it is listed for 400,000, which is not a bad price itself. However, because of several factors, I think the owner would be willing to take less than that—actually, much less.""How much less is much less?""Well, because of my working relationship with the owner, I think if you made an offer around 300, she would entertain it. The owner is an older woman and she is having
Nacy is much more pliable. She’s a people-pleaser, and she wouldn’t do anything to annoy dear old Mom and Dad. Unfortunately, she lives in a fucking fantasy world. She’s so sweet and tender-hearted that she doesn’t have the tiniest clue what it takes to keep this family in power. So she’s pretty much useless.That doesn’t mean I don’t care about her, though. She’s so genuinely good that it’s impossible not to love her.I’m pleased to see her so happy today. She’s over the moon about this party, even though it barely has anything to do with her. She’s running around sampling all the desserts, admiring the decorations, without a clue that the one and only reason for this event is to secure support for my campaign to become Alderman of the 43rd Ward.The election takes place in a month. The 43rd Ward includes the whole Lakefront: Lincoln Park, the New, and Botch Town. Next to the mayorship, it’s the most powerful position in the city of New York.For the last twelve years, the seat was h
I jog up the stairs, and then all the way down the hallway to my suite. I don’t love the fact that I’m still living with my family at thirty years old, but it makes it more convenient to work together. Besides, you’ve got to live in the district to be an Alderman, and I don’t have time for house hunting.At least my room is on the opposite end of the house from the master suite. And it’s large and comfortable—we knocked down a wall when I came back from college, giving me my own suite and adjoining office. It’s almost like an apartment, separated from everybody else’s rooms by the massive library in between.I can hear guests already starting to arrive down below. I change into my newest Zenya suit, then I head back downstairs to mingle.Everything goes smoothly, as it always does when my mother is in charge. I can see her sleek blonde bob across the lawn, and hear her light, cultured laugh as she makes a point of circulating through all the most boring and important guests.I’m worki