(Old) Shakin' Hands
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				Title: <strong>(Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayakterra</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 01:01:12</strong>
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				"So then it's settled then?"&nbsp; The man in the middle was holding a pen trying not to seem eager. The other two on either side of him had all but thrown themselves on the table to grovel through the negotiations.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He was willing to accept the first offer they gave him but he had been instructed by his friend and adviser, James, to wait at least 45 minutes before even agreeing to anything they said. It had paid off as the offer they finally arrived at after an hour of idle talk and stacks of paperwork that had never been signed was nearly twice what they had originally placed on the table.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Zach tried to hide a smile, within the past few years his social networking site Myfacester had launched itself to heights he had never dreamed of. Already he had accumulated nearly 12 billion in share sales, host representation, and angel investors. This last deal was bringing in yet more money to his new digital empire, much to his delight.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He continued in the idle small talk with the suits and signed the paperwork, shaking their hands as they nearly bent over backwards to kiss his ass. He was happy to be away from them, paperwork in hand and several more millions of dollars in the bank. He pulled out his iPhone and dialed up james as he walked through the hallways towards the elevator, some obnoxious yes man seeing him out.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Hey Zach, how did it go? They climb over each other to get to you like we expected?" The voice on the other side was hard to hear over the background noise, loud music, glasses clinking... probably another "meeting" at the office.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "Hell yeah, we got almost double the initial deal. I'm headed out now, this city sucks. I think I'll head to L.A. for the weekend, have Geoffrey prepare the beach house." He had a mansion in florida, a penthouse in new york, and a smaller beach house in L.A. There were some weeks he liked cali, and others where he preferred Florida, today he was feeling the west coast.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Don't worry bud, the beach house will be ready for you. I'm sure you'll have a great time." He laughed mischievously but Zach was fairly oblivious to it as he hung up.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; His limo was waiting for him outside to take him to the airport. He poured himself a drink on the way from the minibar inside and kicked his feet up on the seat, life was good right now. Half an hour later he found himself on his private plane, a scantily clad waitress refilling his glass when it was empty of jack and coke, and his Xbox blaring loudly as he gamed the three hour flight home.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ceasar</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 03:14:59</strong>
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				Things were awful.&nbsp; <br><br>Joel sat in the changing room with a white towel over his head.&nbsp; He had just been eliminated in the first round of the Los Angeles Masters Challenge by an unseeded player.&nbsp; He had only won 3 of his service games and failed to break his opponent even once.&nbsp; During the post match press conference a reporter had asked him if he was considering retirement.&nbsp; He wasn’t even 30 yet and people were already talking about his retirement.&nbsp; But it had gotten him thinking, maybe he should retire, before things got worse, but then again that probably wasn’t possible.&nbsp; Joel had officially hit rock bottom.&nbsp; He needed to talk to someone, but he had no one.&nbsp; Ever since she had died, he had had no one.<br><br>Suddenly the faint sound of Highway to Hell came from his bag.&nbsp; Joel recognized the ring tone and pulled out his phone to check the new text.&nbsp; He read it and a little smile came to him.<br><br>He wouldn’t be alone…. not tonight.<br><br>He checked the time on his phone and then slid it back into his bag.&nbsp; He had to get back to his hotel, he needed to be ready.&nbsp; He wasn’t completely enthused yet, but he wasn’t quite as down as he had been only minutes before hand.&nbsp; Joel gathered all his things and then left discreetly out the side entrance to the players’ quarters, not that anyone would have really bothered him.&nbsp; He got into his rented convertible, turned the key in the ignition and rolled out of the parking lot.&nbsp; In about 10 minutes he was back at the hotel, he gave the keys to the valet and took his things inside.&nbsp; <br><br>The tall brown haired tennis player stepped out of the elevator at the South Que Hotel on the 9th floor.&nbsp; He was staying in his own personal suite tonight, room 969.&nbsp; Since he spent so much time in LA he had the hotel keep a room currently booked for him, one the less expensive suites.&nbsp; He threw his tennis gear in the front closet and then went into the kitchen and looked at the main room (http://i0.bookcdn.com/data/Photos/LargePhoto2/74/7450/7450167/Sheraton-Gateway-Los-Angeles-Hotel-photos-Room.JPEG).&nbsp; He walked over to the bed and turned to the left into the bathroom.&nbsp; He stripped his clothes and showered again, wanting to be presentable for tonight.&nbsp; When he finished he got dressed in a pair of jeans a long-sleeved t-shirt and a sports jacket.&nbsp; He wasn’t knew that she was high class but he didn’t want to be too formal.&nbsp; <br><br>After he was dressed Joel went out in his stockinged feet and sat on the couch and settled in to watch a movie until 9.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayakterra</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 05:02:51</strong>
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				Zacks flight landed without too much trouble at L.A.X. and once again he was whisked off in a limo to his destination, a few more drinks later.<br><br>He finally arrived at his lavish beach house, secluded on a small patch of private property. It was small, being only three bedroom and 4 baths, but he liked it. He had a mansion if he truly desired full luxury, but for this weekend he was just going to enjoy himself and some alone time.<br><br>&nbsp;Though in some aspects he really didn't have a choice, he spent many nights alone that he would rather not have simply for the fact he was terrible at making friends. He hadn't had a steady girlfriend since college, and despite the occasional women who went after him without little need of effort on his part, he hadn't had a real interaction with a woman in years. <br><br>&nbsp; He sighed heavily as he undressed himself from what was left of his business attire, putting on his favorite superhero pajama pants and retiring to his bedroom to lay down and watch episodes of his favorite sci-fi shows on his Tivo.
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				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 18:10:51</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)<br><br>Excitement rushed through her when she got the call from Nicole. Not that she was overly excited about the prospect of fucking a completely stranger ... she wasn’t that big of a whore. She was excited over the prospect of being able to pay her bills for the next few months off of one night’s work. And she’d seen Joel Ridzel before, he was a decent looking guy. The way she figured it, things could be a lot worse. <br><br>With her directions for the evening (including her meeting with Nicole the following morning), Caroline walked straight out of her job. She had been, until that very moment, a hostess at an upscale Beverly Hills restaurant and lounge. Now, as she dropped her apron at the hostess station, she wasn’t. It was a fantastic feeling, to know she wouldn’t have to put up with this bullshit or the tacky black pants and shirt. <br><br>At a few minutes until nine, she was pulling her rattling Honda up to the door of the South Que Hotel. She handed it off to the valet, expecting a questioning glance or two. She didn’t get it, apparently cute little blonds dressed to kill always showed up in shitty cars. He took her ride, handed her a card (which she stuck in her wallet) and was off. She’d have to come back and tip him when she actually had cash on her. It was embarrassing, but fair. She knew what it was like to live off of tips. <br><br>In high school she’d been the cheer captain and homecoming queen. Possibly the most popular girl in school. Voted her senior class’ Most Likely to Succeed. So she’d taken that to Hollywood and got ... nowhere with it. A rat trap apartment in a horrible neighborhood, a beat up Honda she’d had since high school, and a resume of men she’d fucked or sucked and got nowhere because of it. Now maybe, she’d get somewhere. She wasn’t sure if she’d make a career out of this, like Nicole had ... but it was worth a shot. And the pay was definitely better. <br><br>She was in her mid twenties, relatively short which led to the six inch black spike heels she wore. She was a curvy woman, with a tiny waste, always had been. Where a woman like Nicole worked out with frequency to keep herself lean and toned, Nicole didn’t. Her body was naturally womanlike. Her waist was small and her stomach flat, the classic hour glass figure. At this point, she’d never had any complaints. She liked her body, it was sexy without being over the top. Unlike Nicole, the only plastic surgery she could boast of was a nose job in her teens to remove a hump. <br><br>She wore a short, black dress, that flared past her hips to give a girlie sway when she moved. Not that the dress mattered, it was what she wore under the dress that mattered. She’d taken Nicole’s advice and splurged a bit on lingerie. Black silk thongs and a black and white silk and lace bra. Pricey, but incredibly sexy. Already the bra pushed her ample cleavage from the top of her dress. <br><br>At the door to room 969, she knocked tentatively. <br><br>“It’s Caroline, a friend of Nicole’s.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ceasar</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 18:51:10</strong>
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				Joel was about halfway through <em>The Curious Case of Benjamin Button</em> when he heard the knock at the door. <br><br>“It’s Caroline, a friend of Nicole’s.” the feminine voice said from behind the slab of wood.&nbsp; <br><br>Joel sat up slowly, he felt a little jump of excitement in his stomach, something he hadn't felt in a while, a very long while.&nbsp; He walked slowly and deliberately towards the door.&nbsp; He leaned in and looked through the spy hole not really to check if it was actually the girl, but to see what she looked like.&nbsp; And he wasn't disappointed.&nbsp; She looked smoking from the little glass lense.&nbsp; Blonde, curvy, good face, cute eyes.&nbsp; He supposed when you dealt with professionals this was what you got.<br><br>He felt even more encouraged, <em>This could be good...</em> he thought to himself as he stood there at the door.&nbsp; He had never had a 'professional girl' before so he wasn't quite sure how he would proceed.&nbsp; Eventually he decided to just try and be honest and nice and see what happened.&nbsp; He took a deep breath and... <br><br>He slowly undid the deadbolt and opened the door.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hi, I'm Joel" he said, "Would you like to come in?" he stepped aside and motioned with his arm.&nbsp; He realized as he said it that it sounded so cheesy and very awkward.&nbsp; He gave a little sheepish smile to Caroline as if to apologize for the awful line.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 20:52:27</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)<br><br>He didn’t keep her waiting long. <em>‘Thank God.’ </em>She worried that if she stood outside too long that someone might see her, question why she was there. Or worse, know why she was there. Not that she thought there was anything wrong with what she was doing. Quite the contrary. She just knew that there were those who would look down on her for it. <br><br>The door slid open and she saw him. It was seeing him up close that assured her that tonight wouldn’t be too unbearable. He was quite a bit taller than her, even in her heels she barely reached his chin. That was the first thing she realized about him. And then the dark hair and eyes, she was a sucker for dark hair and eyes. As well as athletes. <em>‘Must be the cheerleader in me.’</em><br><br><em>"Hi, I'm Joel" <br><br>"Would you like to come in?"</em><br><br>She returned his smile with a grin of her own and stepped into the hotel room. Her first thought was, high end modern. She liked it, though she couldn’t see living somewhere like this. After awhile, the decor would seem cold. All the straight lines and angles, the abruptness of it all could be overwhelming. Caroline extended her hand. <br><br>“Hi Joel, I’m Caroline. Great to meet ya.”<br><br>She had an urge to run her hands through his hair, but didn’t. Instead she moved to set her small black bag down on a table top. With her back to him, she started talking. Her voice a bit lower than it had been. A bit more sultry. <br><br>“So Nicole tells me you’re in need of a special type of female attention.”<br><br>Looking over her shoulder, she grinned at the lanky tennis player. With one hand, she slid the zipper down the back of her dress and then stepped from it. She nodded to the couch. She wasn’t really sure what she was doing here, but she figured if he was paying ... she should make most of the effort. <br><br>“How about you sit back down on the couch and tell me what I can do for you?”
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				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 00:34:55</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br><br>She was happy as she slid behind the wheel of her sleek, black Jaguar. It was a present from a client. Apparently she’d rocked his world in a way his wife had never been able to. He’d paid, with a hefty top and had the car and title delivered a week later. She loved every inch of the car. It was sleek and sexy just like she was. And it allowed her to drive through gates into communities without being stared at strangely. If Caroline worked out, she was going to have Sam by the poor thing a car. <br><br>She drove out to the beach front. If it hadn’t been for Caroline she wasn’t sure how she would have swung tonight. Nicole had accidentally double booked herself, but Joel hadn’t seemed to mind that she was sending him a hot little blond number. <br><br>Which left her with Zack. The socially awkward internet mogul. He was cute, at least. Socially awkward, rich, and disgusting was not a good thing. Socially awkward, rich, and cute ... well, that was something she could work with. And work she intended to do, as she pulled in front of his beach front home and stepped from the jag. <br><br>She was dressed to kill, Nicole was always dressed to kill. Even if she was dressed to suit her client. Short denim skirt and dark blue silk camisole covered navy blue matching thong and bra. She didn’t wear heals, instead sandals. She gave the impression of sexy confidence paired with the girl next door. She hoped it made this entire thing much easier on him. <br><br>Ringing the bell, she put on her best smile and waited for him to answer the door
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				Post by: <strong>ceasar</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 16:17:45</strong>
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				Joel was thankful that she smiled back at him.&nbsp; When she walked in Joel breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn't sure why but he had the strangest feeling that she might have walked away.&nbsp; He had his back turned to her as he closed the door.<br><br>“So Nicole tells me you’re in need of a special type of female attention.&nbsp; How about you sit back down on the couch and tell me what I can do for you?”<br><br>Joel turned around and saw first the pool of lack fabric on the floor and then the stunning nearly nude body of Caroline.&nbsp; he had to admit it, she was very bold, it excited him.&nbsp; Joel felt a little movement below his belt as he looked over her toned form.&nbsp; He stared at her, taking in her curves that the skimpy lingerie highlighted so well.&nbsp; He must have just looked at her for 5 maybe ten seconds before he realized how rude that was.&nbsp; He looked back up to her face, blushing heavily.<br><br>"Um sure, why don't we sit down" he said walking over to the couch and sitting down leaving room for her beside him.&nbsp; He was all butterflies ont he inside, but he hoped he looked coller than he felt.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 18:35:21</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)<br><br>Caroline could tell he was nervous. Which, was a good thing for her. As his nerves meant that she had far less to worry about. She could handle nerves much better than she could have handled an arrogant playboy who called women like Nicole every other night. Not that she couldn’t handle sex, she’d been handling that for nearly a decade. It was the expectation she worried with. At least with Joel being a little shy and a little nervous, she didn’t assume he expected her to be anything other than who she was. <br><em><br>"Um sure, why don't we sit down" </em><br><br>The blush across his cheeks made him even more attractive. Especially since it came as he was checking her out, which he should be doing ... he was paying for this, paying for her. In Caroline’s mind he should check out the merchandise all he wanted. For the night, she and every part of her ... was his. <br><br>She followed him to the couch, snuggling in beside him and tucking her high heel covered feet up under her. She leaned into him, her breasts brushing against his sport coat covered shoulder. The fingers of one knowing hand teased down the buttons of his shirt. The other, slid up the back of his neck and into his hair. <br><br>“Don’t be nervous Joel, I’m here for you. Whatever you want from me, whatever you want me to do ...”<br><br>The hand on his chest moved ever lower, her manicured nails dragging gently across the zipper flap of his jeans.<br><br>“... I’m all yours.”
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				Post by: <strong>ceasar</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 20:12:52</strong>
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				He could feel her warmth as she sat down next to him.&nbsp; She eminated this heat, this wonderfull, attractive heat.&nbsp; He swallowed hard as he felt her lucious breast lean on his shoulder.&nbsp; He realized he was being so lame,&nbsp; He turned himself towards her a bit and tried to make a confident move.&nbsp; He reached his arm around her placing it on the back of the couch, so that his hand was by her far shoulder.&nbsp; His body was more turned to her now.<br><br>Joel was concious of the change in his groin as her hand moved over it.&nbsp; It was was restless, and he was anxious.<br><br>"Could we maybe talk a bit first?" Joel asked, the blush still in his cheeks.&nbsp; "Umm... I mean if you do that, of course?... If you don't actually like to talk... we don't... have to ...I mean" he was stumbling over his words.&nbsp; Then he fell silent for a moment then composed himself with a breath.<br><br>"I'm sorry, I've never done this before so I'm a little nervous.&nbsp; Could we maybe talk Caroline?"
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				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 20:56:23</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)<br><br>His shift in movement made her smile, it allowed her more to work with ... an ability to shift herself to a more appropriate angle. But before she could, before she could get these things started his words cut her off. Those words leaving her quite befuddled, but adding credence to her conversation earlier that afternoon with Nicole. <br><em><br>"Could we maybe talk a bit first?"<br><br>"Umm... I mean if you do that, of course?... If you don't actually like to talk... we don't... have to ...I mean" <br><br>"I'm sorry, I've never done this before so I'm a little nervous.&nbsp; Could we maybe talk Caroline?"</em><br><br>Nicole’s words came back to her fully, even as she fought not to sigh. She’d hoped her first time could go smoothly, easily. <em>“You aren’t their girlfriend, their mother, or even their friend at all. You are there to perform a service. You can’t build a personal relationship, it causes stalkers and all sorts of other issues. If they want to talk, tell them to go hire a therapist. That’s not what you are there for. End of story.” </em> Regardless, this was Nicole's business. This encounter was almost an audition for Caroline. She needed Nicole to be pleased with her, but she wanted Joel to be pleased as well. <br><br>Smiling gently, she rolled and straddled Joel’s lap. A toss of her hair brought it over her shoulders and made all her womanly curves shake gently. She wasn’t sure how to explain it really, without hurting his feelings. So she decided to take another angle. She kissed him, gently pressing her lips to his and sighing against their softness. Pulling away, she placed another kiss to the corner of his mouth, then across the line of his jaw before coming back to his lips. To kiss him fully and more heatedly this time. Pulling away, her smile grew a bit more lusty.<br><br>“I’m not here to talk, Joel.”<br><br>Reaching for one of his hands, she brought it to her lace and silk clad breast. <br><br>“So touch me and kiss me, until you feel more comfortable. Then we can play more.”
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				Post by: <strong>ceasar</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 21:26:57</strong>
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				Joel just looked up and caroline was there on his lap.&nbsp; He sort of turned with her so she was right straddling him with their torsos parallel to one another.&nbsp; His eyes sparked to her swaying breasts, then back to her angelic face.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then suddenly she kissed him, gently pressing her lips to his.&nbsp; His mouth stayed shut, just his lips touched hers, but then she sighed against him, making his skin vibrate slowly.&nbsp; Then she kissed him again on the side of his mouth, then&nbsp; along his jaw.&nbsp; When she finally got back to his lips, his mouth opened allowing a more passionate kiss, that he returned, he extended his toungue a bit into her mouth tentatively, and her warmth fill him.&nbsp; But when she pulled away from him, he felt something inside of him go cold.&nbsp; As her eyes filled with lust, his were sad that the warmth was gone.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’m not here to talk, Joel.” She said pulling his hand up to her lace and silk clad breast.&nbsp; “So touch me and kiss me, until you feel more comfortable. Then we can play more.”<br><br>When his hand felt the smooth cool silk and the warm skin of her breast and the soft beating of her heart, the warmth returned to him.&nbsp; It felt so good, the warmth.&nbsp; He wanted to keep feeling it.<br><br>"Alright then, Caroline." he said his right hand lightly massaging her left breast through the fabric.&nbsp; "What are you here to do?" he asked bringing his left hand up to her head, pulling her head down to meet his lips in another deep kiss. 
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				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 23:08:31</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)<br><br>To have his hand upon her, to have him kneading one of the forbidden fruits of her body, was thrilling. It reminded her of why she decided to take this job. She didn’t suck and fuck her way through Hollywood just to get somewhere. If she was being honest with herself or anyone else, she’d say she did so because she enjoyed it. She enjoyed a man’s touch, especially in a purely sexual manner. <br><br><em>"Alright then, Caroline."<br><br>"What are you hear to do?"</em><br><br>She let herself fall into the kiss, let her tongue probe against his lips to seek the warmth of his mouth. As the kiss grew more heated, as his touch on her breast brought more tense arousal to her body, Caroline moaned into his mouth. Atop his lap she stirred, squirming and rolling her pussy against his jean clad groin. When she finally pulled back she was breathless. Her hands move to push his jacket off his shoulders before deft fingers made quick work of pulling his shirt up and over. She then let her hands glide down the smooth planes of his chest. <br><br>“What am I here for?”<br><br>She slid from his lap and between his knees. Her quick, nimble fingers made quick work of opening his jeans and freeing his cock. It popped free, swollen and proud on a breath away from her swollen pink lips. <br><br>“This, maybe?”<br><br>And she dove right in, her mouth hot and wet as it claimed his cock. She sucked him without reservation or hesitation, moaning again as he filled her mouth to the point of choking her. She didn’t stop, she continued over and over again, her blond head bouncing up and down on his cock. And then without warning she pulled away, his cock slipping free from the grasp of her lips with an audible pop. She brought her eyes to his ... a sultry, teasing grin on her face.<br><br>“Unless of course ... you don’t want me to do that? Unless you don't want my mouth on your cock?”
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				Post by: <strong>ceasar</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 02:28:29</strong>
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				Joel shrugged out of his jacket as she pushed it off his shoulders.&nbsp; He accomadated her too raising her hands above her head allowing her to slide his shirt over his head.&nbsp; He gave a unconcious groan when she slid her hands over his chest, it felt so right.<br><br>"What am I here for?" he heard her whisper lustfully to him, he closed his eyes as her hands flew down his body. He felt her groin bounce and rub against his, the smooth silk and the rough denim separating their skin, but his manhood was swelling ever more as her nether lips rubbed against it.<br><br>Suddenly she stopped again and slid off his lap, he gave a dissapointed groan peeking out from behind his closed eyelids onmly to see Caroline right at his feet, her hands quickly getting him out of his jeans, opening the fly.&nbsp; He lifted himself off the couch a bit shoving his pants and boxers down a bit, as Caroline had already released his 7 1/2 inch penis from his underwear.<br><br>“This, maybe?” Caroline said, taking his steeled cock in her mouth.&nbsp; Joel gave a shocked gasp and then a satified and yet still yearning moan, as her liops and tongue worked on his length.&nbsp; Her saliva coated his length her breath tingled as she endlessly went up and down, her head was a blur as it worked on his.&nbsp; Then when she let it go, the squelching pop as his penis fell wet, hot and hard back against his abdomen.<br><br>He looked at her jubulant face, down between his knees, a sultry, teasing grin on her face.<br><br>“Unless of course ... you don’t want me to do that? Unless you don't want my mouth on your cock?”<br><br>"What man wouldn't want your gorgeous mouth on them" he practically moaned at her, "Please don't stop, please" he said anxious but in a more animalistic way than before, a more lustful way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayakterra</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 05:12:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100499.msg4391275#msg4391275">Quote from: lollipop on 19-03-2011, 00:34:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br><br>She was happy as she slid behind the wheel of her sleek, black Jaguar. It was a present from a client. Apparently she’d rocked his world in a way his wife had never been able to. He’d paid, with a hefty top and had the car and title delivered a week later. She loved every inch of the car. It was sleek and sexy just like she was. And it allowed her to drive through gates into communities without being stared at strangely. If Caroline worked out, she was going to have Sam by the poor thing a car. <br><br>She drove out to the beach front. If it hadn’t been for Caroline she wasn’t sure how she would have swung tonight. Nicole had accidentally double booked herself, but Joel hadn’t seemed to mind that she was sending him a hot little blond number. <br><br>Which left her with Zack. The socially awkward internet mogul. He was cute, at least. Socially awkward, rich, and disgusting was not a good thing. Socially awkward, rich, and cute ... well, that was something she could work with. And work she intended to do, as she pulled in front of his beach front home and stepped from the jag. <br><br>She was dressed to kill, Nicole was always dressed to kill. Even if she was dressed to suit her client. Short denim skirt and dark blue silk camisole covered navy blue matching thong and bra. She didn’t wear heals, instead sandals. She gave the impression of sexy confidence paired with the girl next door. She hoped it made this entire thing much easier on him. <br><br>Ringing the bell, she put on her best smile and waited for him to answer the door<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br><br>&nbsp; Zach was startled as the doorbell rang, he wasn't expecting anybody this evening and it wasn't like any of his friends to stop by unannounced. He frowned as he climbed off of the bed and slipped on his Adidas shower shoes and tied a robe around his plaid boxers and white t-shirt.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He had already sent Geoffery, his butler, home for the evening or he would have had him take care of it. Whatever it was though it must be important although he would have expected a call. He looked at his iPhone as he picked it up from his nightstand and walked into the living room, there were no missed calls. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He tossed the phone on the suede blue couch that wrapped across most of the living room. The sun was setting over the ocean, and the private land his house was built on has a secluded beach that reflected to colors of the view vividly. It was almost enough to distract him, but his focus on the door pushed him onwards.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ignoring the peep hole he unfastened the multiple locks and swung the door open.... and came face to face with one of the sexiest women he had ever encountered.<br><br>&nbsp; She stood there clad in clothes worthy of a high school students wet dream, a denim miniskirt under a camisole in dark blue. His eyes shot over her long red hair, delicately styled and resting over her shoulders. His breasts came next, visibly present under the shirt and naturally drawing his eyes over the alluring curves. Her toned body and tanned skin complemented everything about her down to the delicately manicured fingernails at the ends of her slender fingers.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Lost for words, but suddenly feeling self conscious Zach realized he needed to say something to her before he appeared to akward, he had never been very good with women.<br><br>"Your shirt is blue!" <br><br>He half yelped out, a bit too loudly, and his voice much more flat than he intended. He was only partially aware of his terrible reaction, but was still stunned at the woman standing before him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 07:22:58</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br><br>She’d known this had been a set up. And in truth, she rarely if ever took set ups. She found them completely uncalled for and often times embarrassing for both her and the person being set up. It was juvenile and irrelevant, quite frankly she had better things to do with her time. And yet her curiosity had brought her hear. She’d heard rumors about Zack Johansberg. Being that she’d never spent much time on any sort of social networking site, rumors were about all she knew. The only real internet time she had was spent on emails and online shopping. <br><br>So she’d came, with really no expectations. If it went wrong, she’d leave with no love lost. As she’d been paid, quite heftily, up front. That didn’t happen often, which piqued another part of her curiosity. Besides, situations like this livened up her life. Nicole snorted, as she waited on the door to be opened. Sam would be quite upset if he thought she were searching for ways outside of teasing him to spice things up. <br><br>As the door jerked open, Nicole could do nothing more than raise one brow. For more than a second or two she wondered if he’d ever had a woman at his door ... or even seen one at all. Especially since he was practically gaping. As she opened her mouth to introduce herself, he cut her off.<br><em><br>"Your shirt is blue!" </em><br><br>She wondered at first if this was some sort of joke that she’d not been cued in on. But the fact that the shocked expression on his face didn’t change at all brought her to the realization that this wasn’t a joke at all. And that she probably shouldn’t be here. A man who couldn’t manage anything more than that, would probably pass out seconds into seeing her naked. <br><br>Nicole chuckled and shook her head before speaking. The laugh carrying over into her voice. <br><br>“Now that we’ve established you did indeed graduate kindergarten ... I think I’m going to leave. My apologies for disturbing your evening, but I think you have a few friends wanting to make fools of the both of us.”<br><br>She turned and walked away, looking back over her shoulder as she was halfway to the sleek black jaguar.<br><br>“Enjoy the rest of your evening, Zack.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 07:54:18</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)<br><br>It was the way he moaned his words that tantalized her so. She’d spent a lot of time making men moan like that ... from the back seats of cars, movie theaters, bedrooms, a bathroom or two, and even penthouse suites very similar to this one. The feeling of power and arousal she got from it each and every time never changed. Even now she let one hand drift down between her thighs to rub at the now moist line of her thong. She shivered from her own touch while he answered her. <br><br><em>"What man wouldn't want your gorgeous mouth on them"<br><br>"Please don't stop, please"</em><br><br>Her smile widened as she pushed the thong to the side and slid her fingers across her slit. <br><br>“But Joel, I have to stop from time to time ...”<br><br>She pulled her fingers free and brought them to her own lips, sucking the taste of herself from one and then the other. As her hand slid away from her mouth, she pouted deviously.<br><br>“... I’m a bad, bad girl. I like to touch myself too.”<br><br>Her small, curvaceous form leaned closer to him. Her tongue snaking all the way up the length of his cock in a teasing lick. Her fingers dug into his jean clad thighs as she moved to take him back into her mouth. Once, twice, three times her mouth slid all the way down his length ... taking every last inch of him into her throat and mouth. More shivers ran across her as her nipples began to press painfully tight against her bra. She pulled away again, this time moving until she was squatting on her heels and spreading her legs widely. Were he to look down, he’d see the lips of her bald pussy peeking out past the silk of the thong. <br><br>“Like this ...”<br><br>She slid her fingers once again across her slit and then dipped two fingers into her tight, wet hole. She moaned, never letting her eyes leave his. <br><br>“If I keep sucking you, will you promise to make me pay for being such a bad girl?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ceasar</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 19:27:26</strong>
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				He didn't notice her touching herself at first, he was hinging on each of her words, <br><br>“But Joel, I have to stop from time to time ... I’m a bad, bad girl. I like to touch myself too.”<br><br>When she licked him, he groaned again, longing, primal, lustful.&nbsp; A groan that grw louder and even more wild was she envelloped his penis with her beautiful mouth, but the three bobs seemed to only last a second, and then she was off him again.<br><br>Now his eyes fell to her bosy as she leaned close to him, his eyes foung her nipples,, the outline of them on through the silk bra.&nbsp; She pulled away again, this time he followed her hand to her nether lips, her puffy womanhood which was peeking out from behind the thing.&nbsp; <br><br>“Like this ...”&nbsp; She slid her fingers into herself moaining but still staring straight into his eyes, this excited him, it amde him shiver with pleasure, hearing that moan from her.<br><br>“If I keep sucking you, will you promise to make me pay for being such a bad girl?”<br><br>"Caroline, I will touch you myself, I will make you pay for <em>everything</em> you've done." he said in what he hoped was a seductive voice.&nbsp; He reached out and swept his hand slowly over the tops of her breasts and then gave each of her protruding nipples a little pinch through the fabric of her bra.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayakterra</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 06:13:39</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100499.msg4397071#msg4397071">Quote from: lollipop on 20-03-2011, 07:22:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br><br>She’d known this had been a set up. And in truth, she rarely if ever took set ups. She found them completely uncalled for and often times embarrassing for both her and the person being set up. It was juvenile and irrelevant, quite frankly she had better things to do with her time. And yet her curiosity had brought her hear. She’d heard rumors about Zack Johansberg. Being that she’d never spent much time on any sort of social networking site, rumors were about all she knew. The only real internet time she had was spent on emails and online shopping. <br><br>So she’d came, with really no expectations. If it went wrong, she’d leave with no love lost. As she’d been paid, quite heftily, up front. That didn’t happen often, which piqued another part of her curiosity. Besides, situations like this livened up her life. Nicole snorted, as she waited on the door to be opened. Sam would be quite upset if he thought she were searching for ways outside of teasing him to spice things up. <br><br>As the door jerked open, Nicole could do nothing more than raise one brow. For more than a second or two she wondered if he’d ever had a woman at his door ... or even seen one at all. Especially since he was practically gaping. As she opened her mouth to introduce herself, he cut her off.<br><em><br>"Your shirt is blue!" </em><br><br>She wondered at first if this was some sort of joke that she’d not been cued in on. But the fact that the shocked expression on his face didn’t change at all brought her to the realization that this wasn’t a joke at all. And that she probably shouldn’t be here. A man who couldn’t manage anything more than that, would probably pass out seconds into seeing her naked. <br><br>Nicole chuckled and shook her head before speaking. The laugh carrying over into her voice. <br><br>“Now that we’ve established you did indeed graduate kindergarten ... I think I’m going to leave. My apologies for disturbing your evening, but I think you have a few friends wanting to make fools of the both of us.”<br><br>She turned and walked away, looking back over her shoulder as she was halfway to the sleek black jaguar.<br><br>“Enjoy the rest of your evening, Zack.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>“Now that we’ve established you did indeed graduate kindergarten ... I think I’m going to leave. My apologies for disturbing your evening, but I think you have a few friends wanting to make fools of the both of us.”<br><br>“Enjoy the rest of your evening, Zack.”<br><br>As she walked away Zack managed to pull himself together enough to try and recover the situation, he realized he had not just made a fool of himself but quite possibly the woman who was at his door. As she turned around to look back at him he stepped out of the door way, walking a bit quickly to try and catch up to her speaking as he did.<br><br>I don't think your a fool, I just wasn't expecting company. <br><br>&nbsp;Color flushed to his cheeks a bit, but he couldn't really back down now. He had handled women before even if he wasn't very good at it and the business world didn't really call for complementing others. He continued walking stopping a few steps away from where she stood at the center of the walkway<br><br>&nbsp;Sorry if I frightened you, but can I make it up to you? &nbsp;He nodded his head back towards the house Would you like to come inside for a drink? It's not everyday a man gets a surprised visit from an angel. He almost visibly winced but he caught himself, it was such a cheesy line but it was all he could think of at the time to try and recover the situation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 20:29:43</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)<br><br>It was titillating to have a man watch you. Especially a famous man, a sports sensation. Or one who had been at one point. Most everyone knew Joel Ridzel, at least those who followed tennis in the least (even the major matches). And now, she was sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy for him. It was sexy, it was fun ... and she was getting paid to do it. Caroline knew right then that she and this job would get along marvelously.<br><em><br>"Caroline, I will touch you myself, I will make you pay for everything you've done." </em><br><br>She licked her lips at the thought. She liked the idea of that and the cool sexy tone of his voice. But more than that, more than the feel of her own fingers touching herself ... she liked his hand on her breasts. She gasped with each pinch of her nipples and sent him a sultry smile. <br><br>“Then I guess I can continue ... but only if you promise to cum for me Joel. I need to taste you.”<br><br>Still fingering herself thoroughly Caroline leaned in. Her lips were hot and wet upon his cock, pulling it forward before beginning to once again bob on it. She groaned around him, trembling a bit at the feel of him hard between her lips and her fingers now pulling at her own clit. Up and down she went, her sloppy sucking sounds filling the room as she gave it her all to bring him pleasure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 20:51:25</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br><br><em>I don't think your a fool, I just wasn't expecting company. </em><br><br>Nicole stopped and turned, grinning a bit. It was always a good thing to be chased by a guy, even one in a bathrobe. It did wonderful things for a woman’s ego. Even though Sam would tell her that her ego didn’t need any help. <br><br><em>Sorry if I frightened you, but can I make it up to you?</em><br><br>She laughed then. <br><br>“I wasn’t frightened, Zack. Not in the least.”<br><br>He was blushing, which in it’s own right was charming. Much more than his dumbfounded reaction at the door. Charming was a quality that fueled her curiosity even more. Enough that she turned and began to make her way towards him, back in the direction of the house. <br><br><em>Would you like to come inside for a drink? It's not everyday a man gets a surprised visit from an angel.</em><br><br>“I’m no angel, you can bet on that one.”<br><br>She shook her head, laughing. <br><br>Turning to him and letting her voice drop to a more seductive level, she rubbed her thumb across his chin. <br><br>“And I’m not here for a drink. But if you’re asking me in, I suppose we could discuss what I’m really here for.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayakterra</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 04:51:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100499.msg4403354#msg4403354">Quote from: lollipop on 21-03-2011, 20:51:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br><br><em>I don't think your a fool, I just wasn't expecting company. </em><br><br>Nicole stopped and turned, grinning a bit. It was always a good thing to be chased by a guy, even one in a bathrobe. It did wonderful things for a woman’s ego. Even though Sam would tell her that her ego didn’t need any help. <br><br><em>Sorry if I frightened you, but can I make it up to you?</em><br><br>She laughed then. <br><br>“I wasn’t frightened, Zack. Not in the least.”<br><br>He was blushing, which in it’s own right was charming. Much more than his dumbfounded reaction at the door. Charming was a quality that fueled her curiosity even more. Enough that she turned and began to make her way towards him, back in the direction of the house. <br><br><em>Would you like to come inside for a drink? It's not everyday a man gets a surprised visit from an angel.</em><br><br>“I’m no angel, you can bet on that one.”<br><br>She shook her head, laughing. <br><br>Turning to him and letting her voice drop to a more seductive level, she rubbed her thumb across his chin. <br><br>“And I’m not here for a drink. But if you’re asking me in, I suppose we could discuss what I’m really here for.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>“And I’m not here for a drink. But if you’re asking me in, I suppose we could discuss what I’m really here for.”<br><br>&nbsp;Zach smiled openly. He was glad that he hadn't scared her away, he had done that to far too many women but was glad to know his efforts were fruitful. He gestured back towards the house and started walking next to her to the door.<br><br>&nbsp;Sure, I love discussions. I'm sure we can talk over business, come on in. <br><br>&nbsp;He walked next to her to the door, which was still partially open, but he pushed it the rest of the way holding the door open for her. He was nervous, and he hoped it didn't show too much, but regardless he continued trying to keep high spirits. Maybe this would go better than he had anticipated, you never knew.<br><br>&nbsp;As they entered the home he flipped a switch on the wall to make the halogen lights slowly start to glow and give the room a warm glow. The sun was almost finished setting and the room had been growing dark. He closed the door behind him and led her to the spacious living room.<br><br>So, ahh... what do I owe the pleasure? ...of your company I mean. <br>&nbsp;He wasn't quite sure to sit, or to stand, or to offer her a seat, as he stood in the room near the couch forgetting to make eye contact as he spoke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 07:31:23</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br><br><em>Sure, I love discussions. I'm sure we can talk over business, come on in. </em><br><br>He’d not caught on at all, which she had to admit was rather nerve wracking. He was young, of course, but he was also an internet genius. Which meant he really couldn’t be too daft. When a beautiful, scantily clad woman shows up at your home alone and driving a Jag. It usually meant just one thing. At his mention of business, she grinned. <br><br>“If we’re getting down to business Zack, most of my clients don't like discussing much of anything while we conduct business.”<br><em><br>So, ahh... what do I owe the pleasure? ...of your company I mean. </em><br><br>Either he was totally anti social or he really wasn’t used to being around beautiful women. She didn’t consider it cocky to refer to herself as beautiful. She took great care to ensure that she was in fact ... just that. But apparently, innuendo and an incredibly short denim skirt wasn’t cutting the mustard. She sat on the couch, crossing one leg slowly over the other and tilting her head to the side.<br><br>“Apparently, a friend of yours sent me as a gift. He paid a hefty sum of money, so that I’d come over here and keep you company for a little while.”<br><br>She shrugged her shoulders easily and smiled again. Innuendo hadn’t cut it before and she figured hints wouldn’t cut it now. Plus, she just wanted to see his reaction to how she blurted things out. Perhaps, a payback of sorts. <br><br>“I'll keep this conversation short. I’m here to fuck you, Zack. In any way you like.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ceasar</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 02:11:24</strong>
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				Joel smiled at her gasp, he liked that sound, her vulnerable, sexual sound.&nbsp; He smiled at her as she returned to her minstrations of his dick.&nbsp; And it was his turn to gasp, her wet mouth smothered his manhood, stimulating him in such incredible ways.<br><br>He opened his legs a littl more, spreading out his feet and thrusting his hips forward into her mouth.&nbsp; He leaned his head back in complete pleasure; she was so good.&nbsp; His hands gripped the fabric of the couch beside him, but that wasn't very satisfying.&nbsp; With her body so low he couldn't reach her breasts or her beautiful as, so he made do with her gorgeous blonde head.&nbsp; He reached out ran both his hands through her sily hair, it felt cool in his hands, contrary to the incredible heat her mouth caused to his groin.&nbsp; He reached her ears and he began to stroke them gingerly, it was sort of wierd but he hoped it would feel nice, he kept doing that runing his fingers through her hair and then tickling her ears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayakterra</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 02:55:11</strong>
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				<br>“Apparently, a friend of yours sent me as a gift. He paid a hefty sum of money, so that I’d come over here and keep you company for a little while.”<br><br>It all began to come together for him now, as thick headed as he was. This wasn't the first time he had the services of a call girl for him, he had a few past experiences. He was very awkward with women despite his money, and the process of meeting women never fared well. With the women he could hire, it took out the stressful process for him and both parties got what they desired.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Unfortunately his past experiences had been flops. He hadn't known what he was doing when he called them and in the end the result was not pretty. He got what he wanted, but the whole ordeal was fairly embarrassing and he didn't like to remember it.<br><br>He had a good idea which friend it was that had taken it upon himself to arrange it, thus preventing the errors that had occurred before.&nbsp; He had to admit, this was possibly the sexiest woman he had ever been this close to, much less acquired the services of.<br><br>“I'll keep this conversation short. I’m here to fuck you, Zack. In any way you like.”<br><br>And she was here to fuck him. <br><br>He perked up a bit and trying to sound confident and sexy slid the robe off his shoulders, he forgot to untie it and it caught for only a moment but it fell to the floor leaving him only in his cloth sleep pants. He motioned toward the door behind him.<br><br>The bedroom is this way ms... ah I'm afraid I didn't catch your name. <br><br>Already his pants were revealing his eagerness for her, though he hardly noticed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 04:24:37</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br><br>She watched the realization cross his face. She knew that even in her business she was probably better looking than most. Especially when one thought of those like Heidi Fleiss. Though, the chick who’d ousted the New York governor wasn’t half bad. Too stupid, apparently, but not too bad to look at. Nicole had also gathered the ill will of most of the other pimps and girls in her profession. Thankfully, she had Sam’s and Judge Lewis’ protection. Otherwise, her arrogance and beauty would have gotten her into a lot of trouble by now. <br><br>When she expressed her reasons for being there, someone must have lit a fire under his ass. From that moment forward, though he still seemed a bit awkward, Zack wasn’t near as nervous. There was something about men and sex that just seemed to go hand in hand. No matter how little social talents a man possessed ... mention sex and he was suddenly Casanova. As evident by the way Zack slid from his robe. Nicole couldn’t help but chuckle a little. It was ... cute.<br><br><em>The bedroom is this way ms... ah I'm afraid I didn't catch your name. <br></em><br>Perfectly manicured brows arched at that. He’d not caught her name, because he’d never asked it. But even still, a steady smile stayed on her flawless face. <br><br>“That would be because you never asked for it. I think you were too distracted by the color of my shirt.”<br><br>Standing easily, she followed him. His growing arousal was evident, though she made no mention of it. Perhaps she might have been disappointed had she not appealed to him. Then again, never had she met a straight man she didn’t appeal to. <br><br>“But, if you’re asking ... it’s Nicole.”<br><br>She followed him to the bedroom and began to walk about it, checking things out with something akin to moderate interest. <br><br>“So tell me Zack, what do internet moguls like to do in their ... bedrooms?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 21:08:57</strong>
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				Ben was leafing through the channel at his penthouse after a long busy day at the office, tired and a little dozy for the moment. His work life had been doing very good recently, finalizing some important deals that he had worked on for the last six months. The tiredness made sense and he knew he needed somehow to recharge himself before his minds shut down from the pressure .. he didn't expect it to be absolutely needed but it would be real good to be relaxing.<br><br>He remembered the query he made about some partner for the next day or so. He was hoping he got the contact right and would get someone good. Someone who would be able to match him after the last couple of celebate weeks. He needed a good night ... a night of pure indulgence that seemed the only personal life he had.<br><br>His mind trailed off to another direction and he remembered his wives .. a sudden burst of anger flooded his mind as he remembered how the bitches had enticed him with their bodies and not putting up as much hyped. He wished he could have them for a full night. He would have packed their asses full.<br><br>Suddenly he gave a rueful smile. There was no point in wasting his time with the thought of them. He stood up, turning the TV off thinking off going to bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 23:53:54</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)<br><br><em>‘So far, so good.’</em> Was all Caroline could think as she left Nicole’s apartment. With it’s central location it was often the easiest way to clean up and change before she made her way to the next appointment. She was shocked to see Nicole had a waiting list. Very few clients she considered VIP and met with weekly. The sexy redhead had been right when she said she needed help. Caroline was happy too help out, as long as the payday continued to be what it was.<br><br>Hell, she was already mapping out her grocery list of all the foods she’d not been able to afford. Sure, she’d go out to eat … but no more top ramen for her! If she was gonna eat shrimp flavored pasta, it would be the real thing. And she would get a new apartment first thing Monday, one more call and she’d have first and last months rent. As well as a utility deposit. Caroline had a feeling she’d be spending a lot more time working for Nicole. If Nicole would have her.<br><br>Not long after she’d left Nicole’s apartment she was knocking on the door to her next call. A Mr. Jameson, was all the information Caroline had. She didn’t know him, which meant he wasn’t the typical Hollywood type of celebrity. But he had money, and for her that meant they’d work out just fine.<br><br>Caroline knocked on the door, wearing nothing but a simple white wrap dress that showed of her legs very nicely, and a pair of strappy white and earth toned heels. Casual elegance was what she was aiming for, though anywhere but Los Angeles and she’d look very out of place.<br><br>“Mr. Jameson, my name is Caroline … Nicole sent me over.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayakterra</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 02:01:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100499.msg4418382#msg4418382">Quote from: lollipop on 25-03-2011, 04:24:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><br>“That would be because you never asked for it. I think you were too distracted by the color of my shirt.”<br><br>Zach blushed a little realizing his error and tried not to seem any more awkward. Still he held his ground doing his best to try and seem masculine though he knew it was not his strongest area. <em>Just think how the men act in the porn flicks</em> he thought to himself trying to coach his approach to this.<br><br>“But, if you’re asking ... it’s Nicole.”<br><br>&nbsp; Nicole, he wondered if that was her real name or not. He knew that both strippers and call girls usually had alternate aliases for their own saftey, he began to wonder if he should have used an alias. It took him a few minutes to realize the futility of that thought. He needed to keep his mind on task at hand.<br><br>Nicole is it, a privilege to meet you. I mean, a pleasure to meet you. &nbsp;He fumbled over his words as they walked to the bedroom, he stood next to the end of the bed trying to remember if there was anything he needed to quickly hide to save any more embarrassment.<br>Nicole was idling walking around the room, somehow making even her casual examining look sexy and alluring. He knew he was in for a very good time.<br>&nbsp;<br><br>“So tell me Zack, what do internet moguls like to do in their ... bedrooms?”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>His mind quickly panicked... comic books! No wait, don't say that... Video games? Television? Porn? He was spending so much of his energy trying to come up with something to say that he completely forgot that he must look like a deer in the headlights at the moment. He awkwardly rubbed his hands together as he stumbled over his words.<br><br>Well you know, this is where I work my magic. &nbsp;He motioned towards the laptop on his bedside table I can check up on just about anything I need from right over there Fool, a damned fool. He sat down on the edge of the bed, the change in posture pushed his manhood out of the hole in his boxers, he quickly tried to push it back in, then realized he probably shouldn't then cursed himself again for fumbling in front of the woman. It was a lost cause anyways, he might not have had the confidence of most men, but nature was kind when it endowed him. Hopefully that would draw attention away from elsewhere. <br><br>So, Nicole. You like the place?
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 03:57:04</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br><br><em>Nicole is it, a privilege to meet you. I mean, a pleasure to meet you.</em><br><br>She was fairly certain that somewhere, there were women that found his obvious anxiety endearing. Nicole, was not one of them. She really had no opinion of it, most times. On most occasions she was attracted to confidence. It was one of the things that drew her to Sam. Most certainly she wasn’t drawn to his appearance. She almost laughed outright, wondering what sort of woman would be attracted to Sam were he not a rich, powerful, Hollywood shark. <br><em><br>Well you know, this is where I work my magic.</em><br><br>She quirked a brow. If could barely carry on a conversation with her she was pretty sure there wasn’t much magic to be had in his bedroom. <br><em><br>I can check up on just about anything I need from right over there </em><br><br>“Ah, I see.”<br><br>She had turned to him then, as he sat on the bed. She watched, with an amused smile, as he fumbled over the cock that had slipped from the fly of his boxers. He knew what she was here for, she’d been blatantly obvious with her purposes and yet he worried for some reason of her seeing his cock. She didn’t understand why he would nor did she care to try to understand. She was here, because she was paid to be here. She was being paid to fuck him. <br><em><br>So, Nicole. You like the place?</em><br><br>Nicole shrugged her shoulders as she approached him. She crawled, seductively, onto the bed beside him on all fours before rolling onto her side and smiling. <br><br>“Does it matter?”<br><br>Talented, nimble fingers walked their way playfully down his arm and lower ... until they began to toy with the tip of him that had broke free from the confines of his clothing.<br><br>“I’m not here to like anything other than this.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayakterra</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 08:04:09</strong>
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				“Does it matter?”<br>Zach would have responded, but Nicoles sexy persona had already taken hold of his attention as she crawled to him slowly her hair framing her face and the top of her breasts visible as the camisole hung down revealing the blue bra underneath as well. He stared speechless but with lust rich in his eyes.<br><br>“I’m not here to like anything other than this.”<br><br>As her fingers skillfully worked at the tip of his cock he rolled his head back sighing. Using his arms he pulled himself further onto the unmade bed and leaned back facing Nicole. His gaze met her blue, alluring eyes that seemed to silently describe all the guilty pleasures she was capable of preforming, most of which he was looking forward more than ever to discovering now.<br><br>Not saying anything his hands moved up her arms feeling her soft toned skin. He hadn't been with a woman whose body was so perfect that every aspect of it seemed molded by a master artist, a perfect symphony of feminine features that came together in a grand splendor.&nbsp; Continuing with just his fingertips he moved to her breasts running small circles on the flesh. He took a deep breath in his awe and his hands flattened to cup her breasts.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The silk felt good in his hands, but not nearly as good as the supple flesh of her breasts underneath. He massaged them slowly his thumb and forefinger rubbing at the area her nipple would be. Meanwhile at his waist his cock twitched under the feel of her hands and made itself fully visible from the cloth as it stood erect. Tingling pleasure worked through his member as perfectly manicured nails toyed with the tip and his hear began to race.<br><br>A horse whisper came from his mouth in the midst of his fondling, though he wasn't sure if he was telling Nicole or himself.<br>I'm a very, very, lucky man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 08:36:08</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br><br>She found herself pleasantly surprised that her touch to his cock was all it took to get the internet mogul to put his hands on her. And the way he looked at her, well any woman would happily accept that sort of nudge to her ego. What he lacked for in experience and confidence, the teasing, easy circles his fingers made against her breasts made up for. <br><br>Nicole bit and held her bottom lip between her teeth as he played with her breasts. He never took it farther, almost contenting himself with just that touch. Nicole, however, didn’t content herself with anything. Instead she took advantage of his position, gripping his cock fully and stroking it with purpose. <br><br><em>I'm a very, very, lucky man.<br></em><br>She laughed and shifted, pushing him over on his back, releasing his cock, and climbing to straddle him. Her skirt rode higher, letting the silken crotch of her panties rub across his tip. She let herself moan a little and roll her hips into him to tease, before letting her hands rake up his chest. <br><br>“No, I don’t think so. Just very, very smart and very, very rich.”<br><br>She pulled the camisole of over head with practiced ease, the silken bra followed. Reaching down she brought his hands to cup her breasts. Breasts that had literally been molded by an artist. That artist being the most prominent plastic surgeon in all of California. Large, but not too much so, and firm ... they filled his hands to overflowing. <br><br>She smiled down at him, teasingly continuing to rub her silk covered pussy against his cock. <br><br>“Now I’m going to ask you again, Zack ... just want to internet moguls do in their bedrooms?”<br><br>And then she leaned in, capturing his lips in a hot, needy, tongue filled kiss. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayakterra</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 19:15:13</strong>
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				She stroked his cock in earnest he whole hand grasping his shaft and rubbing it up and down. The extra attention to his manhood made him sigh and gasp audibly as he continued to fondle her breasts, his fingertips exploring across her top.<br><br>&nbsp;As he spoke she pushed him over to straddle him, his eyes widening in surprise at first, but filling with lust and desire as the tip of his cock rubbed against the panties beneath Nicole's denim skirt. The silky cloth tantalized his dick, the motion of her hips to further rub her mound against him making his dick all the more harder, and his hands rest on her hips as he closed his eyes for a moment enjoying the motions.<br>&nbsp; The sound of her moan drew his attention back to her, the naughty sound enhancing the feel of her nails on the skin of his chest. He looked down his eyes following her hands all the way up to his neck.<br><br>“No, I don’t think so. Just very, very smart and very, very rich.”<br><br>She removed her top and bra to quickly let her ample breasts spill out, Zacks eyes widening to match their size as he admired them. When she places his hands on her, he wasted no time running his fingers in circles over the flesh as he fondled it until his fingers slid over her nipple. He gave them a seductive pinch before rubbing them back and forth between his thumb and forefinger, the rest of his hands squeezing to flesh of her tits.<br><br>&nbsp; All the while her silk panties rubbed against him beneath her skirt, one of his hands wandered to her thigh slowly sliding up it with the fingers trailing on the skin. He began to rub just beside her panties his touch&nbsp; teasing and feeling her wetness and skirting just the edge of her mound as his cock rubbed against the lips of her pussy through the cloth.<br><br><br>“Now I’m going to ask you again, Zack ... just want to internet moguls do in their bedrooms?”<br><br>&nbsp;She asked him in a sultry voice. He looked up into her eyes, and smiled the most confident smile he could give her. He opened his mouth to speak, but her lustful kiss silenced him as her tounge slid into his mouth. He darted his own tounge in return tasting her and exploring her mouth as their grinding grew more vigorous. His hand move from under her skirt and began to rub up her back his own nails dragging a trail up her perfect skin to her neck and past to her hair. He combed his fingers through the red locks and gripping with desire as they continue their kiss. When they parted and she looked at him their faces hovering inches from each other.<br><br>Most nights, we run the world from our empire. But the world can wait, while I fuck a sexy bitch. His words would have surprised him, but he was too intoxicated with lust to consider any form of embarrassment or shyness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 21:54:02</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br><br>Once she’d straddled him, he’d actually broken from his shell a little bit. That pleased her, especially when his hand slid down between her thighs to tease her. Nicole could have never entered into the line of work if she didn’t have a basic desire to have sex ... and lots of it. She’d hazard a guess that she was a nympho, even Sam managed to tell her as much from time to time. <br><br>He even returned her kiss, which earned another moan from Nicole’s lips. Mostly she didn’t mind doing all the work, hell she had clients who payed her so that they didn’t have to do more than just lay there. But having a man who responded, who wanted her, who wanted to touch her ... made things that much more arousing. Already, as she pulled away and teased him with her question, Nicole was aroused. <br><em><br>Most nights, we run the world from our empire. But the world can wait, while I fuck a sexy bitch.</em><br><br>She laughed, happier still to see him break free from his shell. <br><br>“Well then, I think I can help out with that.”<br><br>Rising on her knees a little, Nicole slid the thin, blue thong to the side. The action left her slick, swollen nether lips fully exposed. Bracing herself on his chest, Nicole settled back down and let the tip of his cock brush against them. <br><br>“Though, I think the sexy bitch is going to fuck you ... first.”<br><br>With a wiggle of her hips, she pushed all the way down on his cock. Her back arched at the sensation, her cunt wrapping tightly around him.<br><br>“Oh yeah.”<br><br>And then, rolling her hips and bouncing a bit Nicole started to fuck him in full.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayakterra</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 01:29:05</strong>
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				Zach had been proud of himself thus far for recovering from his initial reaction to Nicole's arrival. He had managed to pull his lustful, somewhat masculine nature from deep inside him. He had watched enough porn to know what to do to a woman, how to please one even if he hadn't much experience. He also found himself with the sexiest woman he had ever taken to bed, and he wasn't about to let this go up in flames.<br><br>"Oh yeah"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;But when she slid him deep inside her with a moan and began to fuck him in earnest, whatever strength he had vanished from his body and it was all he could do to not explode inside her in that first instant. His head fell to the bed and his eyes closed as he grunted and moaned loudly his hands clutching the sheets limp at his sides as she rode him. He squirmed underneath her his cock electrified with the ecstasy of her wet cunt wrapped around him moving up and down.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;After a few moments his eyes opened as he breathed harder and blood rushed to his head. Grabbing her hips firmer he began to thrust in a counter rhythm to her bucking his hips upward to shove his cock deeper inside her with every movement. He grunted with exertion and one of his hands moved across her waist his thumb on her clit rubbing in circles to stimulate her and push her as far along as she was bringing him.<br><br>His voice cracked a bit under the pressure but he kept it as steady as he could.<br>&nbsp;Oh fuck Nicole, fuck me. Fuck the shit out of me<br>He moved his other hand up her side back to her breast squeezing the flesh aggressively and pinching her nipple before resting it on her side again as they bounced on the bed, the force causing the headboard to bang against the wall in a loud, fast pattern. He squinted his eyes and breathed hard as her pussy continued to slide around his cock their bodies colliding with sweet lustful desire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 17:30:14</strong>
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				Ben opened the door as he heard the knock, surprised to find the girl today and his mood brighten as his night just got a whole lot better. He was wearing a robe belted around his belly as he stood there at the door, his eyes lazily roving over the young woman's white wrap encased body. She looked good .. a tiny package with the right curves and specially the way the legs were shown off.<br><br>"Come on in Caroline .. is it. I'm glad that you could come today"<br><br>As he walked them both toward the living room his arms wrapped around her waist he said, <br><br>"I could sure use a woman tonight"<br><br>As they reached the living room he suddenly turned her toward him and bent to lick across her lips in a lewd fashion. He felt himself throb inside his robe. His fat curved cock was ready to stretch the young woman.<br><br>"I got money enough to get a regular girl to dance to my tune you know Caroline. But I like a girl who's honest about what she wants from me ... you get paid and I get to pump you full of my spunk any way I want to. Why don't you polish my stick a little Caroline ... since I'm in mood to slide up that tight ass of yours I think you would appreciate lubing me up"<br><br>The man was lewd and forthright, clear about his intention of using Caroline like the whole she was ... no holes barred and he gave her&nbsp; a simple grin as he made the demand.<br><br>"Now a girl gotta look good all dressed up and a cock shoved up her ass don't you think so Caroline?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 18:02:57</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br><br>With each passing moment he grew bolder. That boldness benefited Nicole, so much so she found herself smiling down even as she bounced upon his cock. His hand slid down to the juncture of their joined sexes and his thumb tormented her clit. There was nothing else she could do but let those ministrations further her arousal, let his thumb on her clit fuel the vigor in which she fucked him.<br><br>And fuel it did. Nicole’s body was firm and yet pliant as she arched forward and tossed her head back. Her own moans were not those that could be faked, as many in her industry did, but rather natural and feral. It felt really good, which had surprised her. Good enough for her to lose herself in the sensation of his cock splitting her cunt and his thumb forcing her pleasure from her clit. <br><br><em> Oh fuck Nicole, fuck me. Fuck the shit out of me</em><br><br>The sound of his voice pulled her out of whatever spell she’d been under, reminded her that she wasn’t alone in the room ... that there was someone else participating in this act. Someone else that she was there to bring pleasure to. Nicole’s face came back down, her grin amused and wicked. Using her hands pressed to his chest as balance, Nicole leaned forward ... her hips never slowing. <br><br>“I thought that’s what I was doing?”<br><br>And then she pushed up, so that she was squatting above him and balancing on the balls of her feet. Never taking her eyes from his she began to slide herself up and down his cock. It was different now, her pussy sliding without restraint of any sort. <br><br>“Now you just need to cum for me baby.”<br><br>A few more pumps, her speed increasing, fully impaling herself on each downward slide.<br><br>“Cum in me, Zach.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 22:10:17</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)<br><br>Gluttony, was the first word that came to her mind when Mr. Jameson answered the door. A rich man at a rather unhealthy weight who was used to getting whatever he wanted. As well, he had the money to buy it. Not anything she couldn’t handle, but possibly not anything she’d generally choose for herself were it not for only one encounter and the paycheck after. <br><br>Almost instantly his hands were on her, which was to be expected from a man like himself. Though it left Caroline with very mixed feelings on the matter. Either this would go well or it wouldn’t, as paid or not she had no desire to be disrespected in any way.<br><em><br>"Come on in Caroline .. is it. I'm glad that you could come today"<br><br>"I could sure use a woman tonight"<br></em><br>She flinched when he licked her, her first instinct to back fully away from him. Whoring herself out or not, she wasn’t a dog. <br><br><em>"I got money enough to get a regular girl to dance to my tune you know Caroline. But I like a girl who's honest about what she wants from me ... you get paid and I get to pump you full of my spunk any way I want to. Why don't you polish my stick a little Caroline ... since I'm in mood to slide up that tight ass of yours I think you would appreciate lubing me up"<br><br>"Now a girl gotta look good all dressed up and a cock shoved up her ass don't you think so Caroline?"<br></em><br>Anger flushed across her cute face. She remembered what Nicole had told her, remembered how she’d been coached to handle situations exactly like this. She realized almost instantly that Mr. Jameson had far too little respect to have ever been one of Nicole’s regulars. In fact, she was pretty sure the Nicole she’d met would have just kneed him in the junk for such blatant and disgusting treatment. With her hand on her phone in the small bag she carried, Caroline smiled sweetly.<br><br>“I’m not sure the type of ladies you have encountered, Mr. Jameson. But both myself, Nicole, and her benefactor require that we be treated with a certain amount of respect.”<br><br>She moved, to the door, sweet smile in place.<br><br>“And if you would like anything polished at all, then I’d say at first you owe me an apology. As I have the ability to walk away, without payment, and find a more suitable arrangement with someone else. Both Nicole and myself are sought after ...”<br><br>It was a lie, at least about herself. But Nicole’s client list was extensive, she doubted there would be issue with Nicole finding another paycheck for her. <br><br>“... so in my honestly, Mr. Jameson. I was here to have sex with you. Not be treated like trash or a dog. As I am most certainly not your dog and am worth far too much money to be considered trash. If that is understood, then perhaps we can carry on. If not, I’m afraid I shall have to say good night and see myself out.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 13:55:52</strong>
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				<em>“I’m not sure the type of ladies you have encountered, Mr. Jameson. But both myself, Nicole, and her benefactor require that we be treated with a certain amount of respect.”<br><br>“And if you would like anything polished at all, then I’d say at first you owe me an apology. As I have the ability to walk away, without payment, and find a more suitable arrangement with someone else. Both Nicole and myself are sought after ...”<br><br>... so in my honestly, Mr. Jameson. I was here to have sex with you. Not be treated like trash or a dog. As I am most certainly not your dog and am worth far too much money to be considered trash. If that is understood, then perhaps we can carry on. If not, I’m afraid I shall have to say good night and see myself out.” </em><br><br>Ben looked at her for a moment, with anger flashing in his eyes, a little dumbfounded at her reaction until he realized his anger made him not play things too good.<br><br>Thats a rather passionate speech I must say Caroline. It also seems you got more sense of respect than my fucking ex wives. I was thinking about them a moment ago .. the two of them actually. The worst kind of gold diggers you can imagine"<br><br>Suddenly he looked tired as he moved a couple of steps back and sat on the sofa, looking at her with a curious expression.<br><br>Well maybe I'm a fucking pervert and maybe you should leave .. I don't know. I can' think straight right now after the weeks that I had. I love fucking beautiful young woman .. call girls mostly where there's no expectation other than pleasure. I sure am going to want to fuck your ass.<br><br>He lazily opened up his robe exposing his almost hard cock. It wasn't very large maybe but it was really fat, a little curved monster.<br><br>Given I haven't been with a woman for weeks and my desire you are gonna have a wakeful night if you decide to stay. But pervert that I maybe I like making my woman scream<br><br>He paused wondering how she would react, what she would think .. maybe the worst about him after his earlier burst.<br><br>in pleasure of course. Here's about the apology you said. I have a dirty mouth and I like to use it. I would also love if you do the same ... doesn't mean that I'm insulting you. Maybe last time I came off a little wrong but you know the words weren't that wrong. If I had a wife ... a good wife or girlfriend<br><br>There was that flash of anger once again in his eyes, more sever this time and he seemed to take care controlling it.<br><br>I would have looked for a chance to fuck her in a party or some place public. Finding a little corner, standing behind her, raising her dress and fuck her. I'm sure she would have had the time of her life. We would have smiled secretly as we would mingle at the party afterward. <br><br>Well its upto you ... you can stay or you can leave. You can even take the check regardless of what you decide. Just one thing .. if I wanted to insult you&nbsp; I would have called you a gold digger.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Old) Shakin' Hands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mayakterra</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 06:35:37</strong>
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				Sweat began to form on Zachs brow as they fucked hard, the head of his cock buried deep inside her. He groaned a bit himself, though they were no match for the erotic sounds of pleasure emitting from the perfect lips of the woman riding him. His thumb worked at her feeling her wetness and she leaned forward to put her lovely hands on his chest giving him a sinful look in the eye and her smile matching.<br><br>“I thought that’s what I was doing?”<br><br>She shifted positions crouched above him and bounced up and down driving his length deep inside her. His hands dropped to his sides and once again clutched the sheets as the sensation of her around him with no buffer and no resistance drove his dick wild. He closed his eyes squinting hard as she worked his toes curling with his muscles tightening up all over his body.<br><br>“Now you just need to cum for me baby.”<br><br>He wanted to reply but he barley heard her as he began muttering to himself, unable to fully speak in the midst of the erotic pleasure she was creating.<br><br>Oh god, oh god, oh shit, oh fuck<br><br>He mouthed the words only partially audibly and opened his eyes to take in the sexy image he saw before him. The topless woman with her perfect breasts bouncing in rhythm as she fucked him, her denim skirt hiked around her waist and her panties soaked with her own juices pushed to the side of her cunt as it swallowed his dick again and again.<br><br>“Cum in me, Zach.”<br><br>He had little choice in the matter as he reached the top of a mind shattering climax. He moaned loudly and rough as his entire body convulsed a bit his dick shooting a load built up from a week of travel with no release. His muscles twitched and he bucked his hips upward involuntarily trying to keep himself as deep inside her as he could as he continued to cum spurt after spurt of his load inside her. Slowly his body calmed down from its spasms and his eyes only partially opened as he mumbled incoherently recovering from the sheer force of his orgasm.
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