25-12-2018, 04:14 PM
Paige took Frank into her mouth. She felt flush with his cock in her mouth again. She bobbed on his cock, herself getting more and more excited even as his cock got harder in her mouth.
Out of control now, Paige hurriedly pulled off her yoga pants and panties. She got on the sofa with Frank and straddled his hips. She took his cock and lowered herself on him.
"Oh god," Paige groaned, feeling Frank's cock in her again after so long. 7 years!
"That's it Paige honey, take it all," Frank said encouragingly, grasping Paige's fleshy hips and pulling her down on his cock.
"God I missed this," Paige moaned as she took all of Frank into her. As she bottomed out she glanced over Frank's shoulder, at the pictures on the shelf. A picture of her and Bob at their wedding. A picture of her, Bob and Alisha at Disney World last year. A tear came to her eye as she realized she was cheating on Bob, on Alisha too, the 2 people she loved more than life. She was no longer a faithful wife.
Frank glanced over his shoulder, following Paige's eyes. He saw the wedding and family pictures. It made him smile, made him burn with lust!
Frank rolled Paige onto her back. He began fucking her hard. He asked "When did Bob fuck you last?"
"Please don't talk about Bob," Paige pleaded.
"Tell me," Frank demanded.
Paige hesitated, then said "Last night."
"Does Bob fuck you as good?" Frank asked as he rolled his hips with each stroke, adjusting his angle to hit Paige's clit and g-spot.
"Oh god," Paige moaned as she felt herself getting close. God Frank fucked so good!
"Tell me Paige," Frank said looking into her eyes. "Do you miss my cock?"
"Oh god yes!" Paige moaned, raising her hips to meet Frank's thrusts. He felt so fucking good!
"Who fucks you better Paige?" Frank asked again. "Me or your husband?"
"Oh god! You do Frank! You do!" Paige yelled as her orgasm hit. She arched her back and curled her toes as pleasure flooded her body.
Frank slow stroked Paige as she recovered from her orgasm. Now he was almost gentle, like he was making love to her. "I'm going to cum inside you," Frank said as he tenderly kissed her. He was close.
"Please don't," Paige said with pleading eyes.
"You're not on the pill?" Frank asked with a raised eye brow.
"I am," Paige said. After a moment's hesitation she said "I might not have a chance to shower before Bill gets home."
Frank got even more excited at Paige's words. The prospect of sending Paige to her husband with a cream pie got him even hotter. "You know I don't pull out Paige," he said as he fucked her harder.
"Frank please," Paige whined, her eyes imploring him. "At least put a condom on." She pushed on his chest with her hands.
Frank took her hands and held them above her head. "Paige honey, you know that's not going to happen," he said, kissing her again as he pounded her pussy. Moments later his body tensed. He pushed deep into her. He moved his hands to her hips, tightly gripping her to keep them coupled that way. Then he came, groaning as he ejaculated into her. After shooting 2 jets of cum into her womb, he pulled out and shot the last load of his sperm over her pussy lips and trimmed pubic hair. Now she looked completely used, her pussy lips puffy and gaping open and covered with his sperm.
Frank was still panting as they heard motion outside the house. "Oh my god it's the college bus!" Paige said horrified. She looked imploringly at Frank. "Alisha's home. Frank please ...."
Frank got off Paige. He calmly fixed his pants as Paige frantically yanked on her panties and yoga pants. She managed to brush her hair with her hands just as Alisha walked in the door.
"Hi mommy," the 6 year old said as she bounced into the house.
"Hi honey," Paige said as she smoothed her hands over her top and yoga pants. She looked awkwardly at Frank and said "Alisha, this is Mr. Tower. He works with daddy."
"Oh hi," Alisha said, barely glancing at Frank. She didn't notice the way her mother was out of breath, the way her face looked flushed (in other words, the 6 year old didn't notice that her mother looked freshly fucked).
Frank moved to the door to leave. Then he remembered something. He asked "Do you still have ...?"
Paige looked questioning at Frank, not understand what he was referring to. Then she got it. "No, not for years," she said.
"I thought you liked them" Frank said.
"I met Bill," Paige said with a shrug.
Frank nodded. Yeah, a straight-laced guy like Bill probably wouldn't be into that. "Nice seeing you again Paige," Frank said. Then he left.
Frank drove away. After he was a few miles away, he stopped in an empty parking lot. His hands were trembling. He gripped the steering wheel to stop the shakes.
"I'm sorry Sally," he said to himself. Since her death 2 years ago, he'd repressed his dark desires. He wasn't a good man. He knew that. He cheated on his wife, and did worse things. Much worse. But he'd been good since her death. Like a penance. He'd lived a Christian life. For Sally.
But now, he was going down the dark side again. Giving in to his desires. Like fucking Paige while her husband was at work.
Why? Why was he doing this?
He knew why. It was because of Jenny.
Why did he find her so captivating? Yes she was beautiful. But he liked brunettes and she was a blonde. He liked busty girls and Jenny was practically flat chested. But since seeing her again, Frank couldn't stop thinking about Jenny Johnson.
Frank felt his dark side reemerging. What was the saying? Power corrupts. It was true. Frank was a Master of the Universe. For 2 years he'd suppressed his desires. But no more. He would take what he wanted.
"I'm sorry Sally," Frank said again, feeling defeated. "I can't help it. It's how I am."
Paige found herself breathing hard long after Frank was gone. She considered warning Jen. But if she talked to Jen she'd have to admit her affair with Frank, which was unthinkable. Also, she wasn't close to Jenny anymore, and this wasn't any of her business. Still, she feared for her old high college friend. And her husband Mike. At the same time though, she felt envious.
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"Abraham wants your help on the quantum computer project," Colonel Banks told Mike over the phone. Abraham was the leader of the CATF's "brain trust."
"It's not something I'm interested in," Mike said.
Banks frowned. "You're not a free agent Andrews," he said. "You work for me. I'm not asking, I'm telling you."
"I'm not military, I'm not going to blindly follow your orders," Mike said. "The deal was, I work on projects that interest me."
"This is about money right?" Banks said. "You want the restrictions lifted."
"No, this is about right and wrong," Mike said. "If you develop a quantum computer, you're going to use it to hurt people."
"I'm going to use it to protect our country!" Banks insisted, exasperated. "Protect your wife, your daughter!"
"We can't be that way Colonel," Mike said. "We can't hurt others to save ourselves. Whatever the solution is, it's got to be ... more nuanced. We can't take the approach the result justifies the means."
"And you don't think we do that?" Banks insisted. "Mike, you have to trust the government to do the right thing."
"Do you think I just forget Colonel?" Mike said with an incredulous laugh. He bitterly said, "You put me in jail for a year. You torture me. You take my money, ruin my career." Mike shook his head. "I'll work for you Colonel, I'll help protect the country. But don't think I'll ever trust you or the government."
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There were 3 things Willy loved. Beer and Taco Bell (he considered the 2 practically a food group). And porn.
Willy was 36, overweight, balding and unkempt. He didn't care about personal hygiene. Willy was too busy with his porn business for things like that.
It started in college. Willy had a huge collection of X-rated DVDs. Wanting cash to expand his collection, he began renting the DVDs to other students for a dollar a day. When the money began pouring in he quit college and went full time with his porn business.
He developed an internet porn site. His specialty was celebrities. That was his thing, videos of female celebs either nude or (better yet) getting fucked. Yeah, he had clips from movies just like all the other celeb porn sites. But what made Willy's site special were his "hidden cam" videos.
Maybe the best example of a hidden cam video was the video of Erin Andrews getting dressed. But the idiot who did that one filmed the slut through the key hole so you couldn't see much and the quality wasn't good. And the dumb fuck got caught because he was stalking the bitch.
Willy was smarter than that. He moved around a lot, both in and outside the USA, so the Feds couldn't catch him. And he didn't record actresses through fucking keyholes. No, he hid tiny wireless cameras in their hotel rooms. That gave him great video and sound, perfect for distribution on his website.
How did he plant the cameras? It was actually really easy. Hotel cleaning people don't make much. Many are illegal immigrants. Flash hundred dollar bills in their face and they'll do almost anything.
Willy didn't have many "hidden cam" videos. Less than 10. Okay, only 4. They weren't easy to get because celebs were careful people and it was hard to find out their schedules. But it was worth the trouble because the videos were extremely lucrative. The last time his subscriptions more than doubled. He made a ton of money off that one (which he didn't really understand because Jennifer Aniston isn't that hot anymore, but go figure). The money made it possible for him to live like a king (and also move from place to place).
If Willy could pick anyone, his next hidden cam would be of Angelina Jolie. He wanted to see what she looked like after the breast surgery. Yeah, there was a lot of political correctness going on about that, but Willy knew he'd make a killing if he got that one. (As far as Willy was concerned, the Angelina bitch was a has been without those tits of hers – did Brad Pitt even fuck her anymore? -- but seeing as he was a professional he wanted to see to make sure.)
But the Angelina cunt was too well protected. Willy had a good second choice though. He salivated thinking about her. Jasmine Kelly. Yeah, she'd be perfect. The fact she used to be on ESPN kind of made it fitting (seeing as how the Erin Andrews slut used to be on ESPN too). The fact Jasmine was running for the New York Senate seat made it even better. If he got a vid of Jasmine fucking a guy, he'd make a fortune.
It was more than the money though. Celebs were Willy's thing. If he had a video of that hottie Jasmine getting her brains fucked out, he'd rub his cock raw.
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Out of control now, Paige hurriedly pulled off her yoga pants and panties. She got on the sofa with Frank and straddled his hips. She took his cock and lowered herself on him.
"Oh god," Paige groaned, feeling Frank's cock in her again after so long. 7 years!
"That's it Paige honey, take it all," Frank said encouragingly, grasping Paige's fleshy hips and pulling her down on his cock.
"God I missed this," Paige moaned as she took all of Frank into her. As she bottomed out she glanced over Frank's shoulder, at the pictures on the shelf. A picture of her and Bob at their wedding. A picture of her, Bob and Alisha at Disney World last year. A tear came to her eye as she realized she was cheating on Bob, on Alisha too, the 2 people she loved more than life. She was no longer a faithful wife.
Frank glanced over his shoulder, following Paige's eyes. He saw the wedding and family pictures. It made him smile, made him burn with lust!
Frank rolled Paige onto her back. He began fucking her hard. He asked "When did Bob fuck you last?"
"Please don't talk about Bob," Paige pleaded.
"Tell me," Frank demanded.
Paige hesitated, then said "Last night."
"Does Bob fuck you as good?" Frank asked as he rolled his hips with each stroke, adjusting his angle to hit Paige's clit and g-spot.
"Oh god," Paige moaned as she felt herself getting close. God Frank fucked so good!
"Tell me Paige," Frank said looking into her eyes. "Do you miss my cock?"
"Oh god yes!" Paige moaned, raising her hips to meet Frank's thrusts. He felt so fucking good!
"Who fucks you better Paige?" Frank asked again. "Me or your husband?"
"Oh god! You do Frank! You do!" Paige yelled as her orgasm hit. She arched her back and curled her toes as pleasure flooded her body.
Frank slow stroked Paige as she recovered from her orgasm. Now he was almost gentle, like he was making love to her. "I'm going to cum inside you," Frank said as he tenderly kissed her. He was close.
"Please don't," Paige said with pleading eyes.
"You're not on the pill?" Frank asked with a raised eye brow.
"I am," Paige said. After a moment's hesitation she said "I might not have a chance to shower before Bill gets home."
Frank got even more excited at Paige's words. The prospect of sending Paige to her husband with a cream pie got him even hotter. "You know I don't pull out Paige," he said as he fucked her harder.
"Frank please," Paige whined, her eyes imploring him. "At least put a condom on." She pushed on his chest with her hands.
Frank took her hands and held them above her head. "Paige honey, you know that's not going to happen," he said, kissing her again as he pounded her pussy. Moments later his body tensed. He pushed deep into her. He moved his hands to her hips, tightly gripping her to keep them coupled that way. Then he came, groaning as he ejaculated into her. After shooting 2 jets of cum into her womb, he pulled out and shot the last load of his sperm over her pussy lips and trimmed pubic hair. Now she looked completely used, her pussy lips puffy and gaping open and covered with his sperm.
Frank was still panting as they heard motion outside the house. "Oh my god it's the college bus!" Paige said horrified. She looked imploringly at Frank. "Alisha's home. Frank please ...."
Frank got off Paige. He calmly fixed his pants as Paige frantically yanked on her panties and yoga pants. She managed to brush her hair with her hands just as Alisha walked in the door.
"Hi mommy," the 6 year old said as she bounced into the house.
"Hi honey," Paige said as she smoothed her hands over her top and yoga pants. She looked awkwardly at Frank and said "Alisha, this is Mr. Tower. He works with daddy."
"Oh hi," Alisha said, barely glancing at Frank. She didn't notice the way her mother was out of breath, the way her face looked flushed (in other words, the 6 year old didn't notice that her mother looked freshly fucked).
Frank moved to the door to leave. Then he remembered something. He asked "Do you still have ...?"
Paige looked questioning at Frank, not understand what he was referring to. Then she got it. "No, not for years," she said.
"I thought you liked them" Frank said.
"I met Bill," Paige said with a shrug.
Frank nodded. Yeah, a straight-laced guy like Bill probably wouldn't be into that. "Nice seeing you again Paige," Frank said. Then he left.
Frank drove away. After he was a few miles away, he stopped in an empty parking lot. His hands were trembling. He gripped the steering wheel to stop the shakes.
"I'm sorry Sally," he said to himself. Since her death 2 years ago, he'd repressed his dark desires. He wasn't a good man. He knew that. He cheated on his wife, and did worse things. Much worse. But he'd been good since her death. Like a penance. He'd lived a Christian life. For Sally.
But now, he was going down the dark side again. Giving in to his desires. Like fucking Paige while her husband was at work.
Why? Why was he doing this?
He knew why. It was because of Jenny.
Why did he find her so captivating? Yes she was beautiful. But he liked brunettes and she was a blonde. He liked busty girls and Jenny was practically flat chested. But since seeing her again, Frank couldn't stop thinking about Jenny Johnson.
Frank felt his dark side reemerging. What was the saying? Power corrupts. It was true. Frank was a Master of the Universe. For 2 years he'd suppressed his desires. But no more. He would take what he wanted.
"I'm sorry Sally," Frank said again, feeling defeated. "I can't help it. It's how I am."
Paige found herself breathing hard long after Frank was gone. She considered warning Jen. But if she talked to Jen she'd have to admit her affair with Frank, which was unthinkable. Also, she wasn't close to Jenny anymore, and this wasn't any of her business. Still, she feared for her old high college friend. And her husband Mike. At the same time though, she felt envious.
************************
"Abraham wants your help on the quantum computer project," Colonel Banks told Mike over the phone. Abraham was the leader of the CATF's "brain trust."
"It's not something I'm interested in," Mike said.
Banks frowned. "You're not a free agent Andrews," he said. "You work for me. I'm not asking, I'm telling you."
"I'm not military, I'm not going to blindly follow your orders," Mike said. "The deal was, I work on projects that interest me."
"This is about money right?" Banks said. "You want the restrictions lifted."
"No, this is about right and wrong," Mike said. "If you develop a quantum computer, you're going to use it to hurt people."
"I'm going to use it to protect our country!" Banks insisted, exasperated. "Protect your wife, your daughter!"
"We can't be that way Colonel," Mike said. "We can't hurt others to save ourselves. Whatever the solution is, it's got to be ... more nuanced. We can't take the approach the result justifies the means."
"And you don't think we do that?" Banks insisted. "Mike, you have to trust the government to do the right thing."
"Do you think I just forget Colonel?" Mike said with an incredulous laugh. He bitterly said, "You put me in jail for a year. You torture me. You take my money, ruin my career." Mike shook his head. "I'll work for you Colonel, I'll help protect the country. But don't think I'll ever trust you or the government."
*************************
There were 3 things Willy loved. Beer and Taco Bell (he considered the 2 practically a food group). And porn.
Willy was 36, overweight, balding and unkempt. He didn't care about personal hygiene. Willy was too busy with his porn business for things like that.
It started in college. Willy had a huge collection of X-rated DVDs. Wanting cash to expand his collection, he began renting the DVDs to other students for a dollar a day. When the money began pouring in he quit college and went full time with his porn business.
He developed an internet porn site. His specialty was celebrities. That was his thing, videos of female celebs either nude or (better yet) getting fucked. Yeah, he had clips from movies just like all the other celeb porn sites. But what made Willy's site special were his "hidden cam" videos.
Maybe the best example of a hidden cam video was the video of Erin Andrews getting dressed. But the idiot who did that one filmed the slut through the key hole so you couldn't see much and the quality wasn't good. And the dumb fuck got caught because he was stalking the bitch.
Willy was smarter than that. He moved around a lot, both in and outside the USA, so the Feds couldn't catch him. And he didn't record actresses through fucking keyholes. No, he hid tiny wireless cameras in their hotel rooms. That gave him great video and sound, perfect for distribution on his website.
How did he plant the cameras? It was actually really easy. Hotel cleaning people don't make much. Many are illegal immigrants. Flash hundred dollar bills in their face and they'll do almost anything.
Willy didn't have many "hidden cam" videos. Less than 10. Okay, only 4. They weren't easy to get because celebs were careful people and it was hard to find out their schedules. But it was worth the trouble because the videos were extremely lucrative. The last time his subscriptions more than doubled. He made a ton of money off that one (which he didn't really understand because Jennifer Aniston isn't that hot anymore, but go figure). The money made it possible for him to live like a king (and also move from place to place).
If Willy could pick anyone, his next hidden cam would be of Angelina Jolie. He wanted to see what she looked like after the breast surgery. Yeah, there was a lot of political correctness going on about that, but Willy knew he'd make a killing if he got that one. (As far as Willy was concerned, the Angelina bitch was a has been without those tits of hers – did Brad Pitt even fuck her anymore? -- but seeing as he was a professional he wanted to see to make sure.)
But the Angelina cunt was too well protected. Willy had a good second choice though. He salivated thinking about her. Jasmine Kelly. Yeah, she'd be perfect. The fact she used to be on ESPN kind of made it fitting (seeing as how the Erin Andrews slut used to be on ESPN too). The fact Jasmine was running for the New York Senate seat made it even better. If he got a vid of Jasmine fucking a guy, he'd make a fortune.
It was more than the money though. Celebs were Willy's thing. If he had a video of that hottie Jasmine getting her brains fucked out, he'd rub his cock raw.
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