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The Interns (Parts 1 & 2)

PART 1
“Fuck you,” Levon shouted to his fat-ass sleaze of a boss, “and fuck this job. I quit!”
“Well fuck you too, punk,” his boss shouted back, “get the hell out of my office!” Gladly, Levon thought as he stormed out, fists clenched.
17 year-old Levon Cole walked to his car with a new sense of freedom. Bundled up against the bracing cold of the lonely parking lot, he retrieved a cigarette from his coat pocket and lit it anxiously. He drew in the sweet nicotine with a greedy pleasure and puffed out a smoke ring for his triumph.
“You did what?” Stacey Cole exclaimed.
“I quit, mom.” Levon replied bluntly.
“Why?”
“It’s a dead-end job, mom. Boss was a jerk and so was everyone else who worked there.”
“Was it… because you’re gay?”
“No! God, mom, no! I just wasn’t happy there, that’s all.”
“Well… fine. You know I just want you to be happy.”
“Thanks.”
There was a long silence in the Cole household kitchen. Levon didn’t like to consider it a household anymore… not since his dad left. It was just him and mom. And he liked it that way.
“This could be a good thing, you know…” Levon’s mom said finally. “There’s an intern position open at work…”
“Aw, mom…” Levon groaned, not bothering to hide his reluctance.
“Just wait, Levon. It’s not even in my department. It’s in Sales. You won’t even be working on the same floor of the building as me. I promise I won’t embarrass you there.”
“I’ll think about it…”
Levon hardly had time to think about it. A whole two days later and he was waiting alongside his mother in the elevator of her work. The idea of working with his mother hadn’t bothered him so much as working in a corporate situation. That field never attracted him.
He looked over to see his reflection in the metal wall of the elevator. He wore a buttoned-up white shirt and a solid black tie, but he hadn’t bothered to comb his short, shaggy brown hair.
“Sheesh, Levon… tuck in your shirt at least.” Stacey said.
“Yeah, mom.” Levon did as he was told.
“Be a little enthusiastic, please. You have no idea what I had to do to get you this job.”
“What?” Levon laughed. “Did you have to sleep with your boss or something?”
Levon’s mom didn’t answer, but as the elevator slowed and the sound dinged for their stop, he swore he could see his mother look uneasy. That look was replaced by a smile as the doors opened.
“Our stop,” she said quietly.
“Levon, this is Mr. Scott.”
Levon and his mom stood in a spacey office that belonged to Jim Scott, head of the sales department. Levon had heard his mom talk about Mr. Scott before, but who stood up from behind his desk was a total surprise to Levon. He had imagined him as this old, cranky grandpa who had bossed his mom around for years. But Mr. Scott was a total hottie.
“How’s it going there, Levon?” Mr. Scott said with an outstretched hand. “You’re mom’s told me a lot about you.”
Levon wanted to speak, but he was at a loss for words. What stood before him was a twenty-something male model with steely blue eyes and a chiseled face. He looked like the guys Levon had once masturbated to in those male suits catalogues.
“Is that right?” Levon finally spoke.
“You bet. I was honestly excited to hear you were interested in our intern programs. We could definitely use the help around here. Your mom says you’re a pretty hard worker.”
“I can be, Mr. Scott.”
“Call me Jim.”
Levon couldn’t respond after he saw Jim’s smile. It seemed to light up the entire room.
“Well I have to get back to the Accounting department,” Levon’s mom said. “Levon, if you need anything, call me, or stop on by.” She gave Jim a look-over. “You’re in good hands.”
Levon’s mom left the office and went downstairs. Jim returned his gaze from her to Levon.
“So, Levon. Let’s get you going here.”Too late, Levon thought, feeling a slight stiffness coming on in his pants.
“We’re gonna have to show you the orientation video and then we’ll get you to work.”
And with that, Levon’s boner quickly subsided.
Two hours later and Levon was busy at work. His job: sitting in a cramped cubicle stapling packets together, a huge stack of papers and plenty of extra staples at his disposal.
He passed the time by humming to himself and thinking about how sexy Jim was. Maybe on his break he’d have a quick jerk-off. That’d be kinky.
As if on cue, Jim appeared at his cubicle.
“Hey, Levon,” he said, “everything’s looking great here. You can take your break now.”
“Ok, how long is my break?”
“You know what? For such a good job you’ve done, I’ll give you twenty minutes.”Plenty of time to cum to your hot ass, Levon thought. “Thanks!”
Levon left the cubicle and went on the search for a bathroom.
He found one and went inside. Cautiously looking to see if it all the stalls were empty, he took one and quickly dropped his pants.
Scenarios quickly flooded his mind. First, he imagined Jim’s muscular naked body… picturing his lengthy cock throbbing in Levon’s hand. As Levon pumped away at his own dick, he moved from imaginary sex position to the next as he and Jim fucked in his mind. Levon went crazy on himself, stroking with a fast pace with one hand and massaging his balls with the other. He stood over the toilet, ready to shoot a hot load.
As he climaxed, he thumped the side of the stall with a hand as reaction to the pleasure. But as he did so, he did not hear the bathroom door open, someone walk in, and take the stall next to him.
Levon moaned softly in pleasure, as strings of pearly white cum shot out of him.
“Is that what I think it is?” exclaimed a delighted voice from the stall next door. “It is!”
Levon looked up to see another boy peering over the stall next to him, eyes wide and a devilish grin on his face.
Dick in his hand, cum all over the toilet in from of him, Levon Cole was caught.
PART 2
“Have a good tug?” asked the attractive young boy looking over the stall next to Levon.
“Uh…” Levon stuttered.
“Sure looks like it! Look at all that cum!”
“…uh…”
“Sheesh! Is that the only word you know? Or are you still cumming?”
Levon looked back down at his softening member. He quickly pushed it back down his boxers, tucked in his shirt, and buttoned up his pants. He wiped his seed of the toilet seat and dashed out of the stall.
The other boy beat him to the door.
“Hi there, I’m Jaime,” the boy said enthusiastically. He took the hand Levon had masturbated with and shook it. He giggled. “Ooh! Still warm! …and a little sticky…”
Levon turned around and went to the sink. As he washed his hands, Jaime stayed at the door.
“Are you the new intern?” he asked.
“Um, yes,” Levon said, flustered.
“Cool! I’m one too. Been here a whole month. The place is a drag, but hey, where isn’t?”
“Yeah… look… I’m sorry you had to see that back there.”
“Oh, no. Not a problem. What’s your name, anyway?”
“Levon.”
“Well, Levon. You’re gonna have to do that to me sometime.”
“No, I think I’ll pass.”
“You sure? Well… then I think Mr. Scott is gonna have to hear about this.”
“No! Please!”
“I don’t know… I think jacking off in a public workplace is against the health code or sexual harassment or something.”
“What do I have to do then?”
“You gotta jack me off too.”
Levon sighed. He looked at the blackmailer in front of him… who was actually kind of cute. He had a boyish face, with short blonde hair and a slender body like Levon’s. He even dressed like him aside from a different colored tie.
“Fine,” Levon said, “right now?”
“Naw, my break’s almost over. I’m not some quick-shooter like you.” He winked, making Levon blush. “I’ll come see you later.” And with that, Jaime left the bathroom.
Levon looked at himself in the mirror and regained his composure.
As he stepped out of the bathroom, he was startled to see Jim waiting by the door.
“You took a long time in there, kid.”
“Must’ve been something I ate.”
“Yikes. Did you have something from our vending machines?”
“…Yes.”
“Yeah, that’ll do it. Alright, I’ve got a new assignment for you…”
Levon waited for his mother in the lobby. The elevator opened and she stepped out, a make-up mirror in hand. She was fixing her lipstick.
“God, mom. I’ve been waiting down here for like twenty minutes. I thought we get off at five.”
“We do,” she said, “I just had to put in a little overtime, that’s all.”
They walked out of the building and into the snowy city waiting outside.
“How was your first day?”
“Not bad. Jim says I might have a future career here.”
“Really? I was just hoping this internship would keep you busy. I never thought it would set in with you.”
Levon thought about Jaime, and then Jim. The former made him nervous to ever return to work there. The latter told him otherwise. “I don’t know, mom. We’ll see.”
The next day was quiet. Levon was both busy at work and at watching his back. He was worried that Jaime would come around sooner or later and claim his favor. Levon stayed in his cubicle for most of the day.
Five o’clock came sooner than expected. Levon packed his work together and retrieved his coat.
“Levon! Glad I caught you!”
Levon spun around, slightly startled and expecting to see an eager Jaime. It was Jim.
“Sorry, pal. Didn’t mean to startle you,” Jim said. “Listen, I need you to work a little late tonight. I have some special projects for you. I talked to your mom, and she has a business meeting with a client. She says she’ll take a taxi home and you can drive yourself home.”
“Ok… what do you need me to do?”
To his displeasure, Jim’s “special projects” for Levon were no different than any of the work he’d been doing regularly. He sat alone in his cubicle in an empty floor. Everyone had gone home for the night. Hell, it was a Friday.
Levon heard a thump come from down the hall. He looked over the edge of his cubicle to see what was up.
“Hello?” Levon called out. “Jim?” No, can’t be Jim, Levon thought, he went home.
Levon stood up and walked towards the breakroom.
Jaime sat there with a smile on his face and a can of soda in hand.
“Looking for someone?” Jaime asked.
“I heard a noise. I thought I was alone in here.”
“Yup. We are.”
Levon sighed softly. “I guess you want that handjob now, don’t you?”
“You guessed it.” Jaime placed the soda on the table in front of him and pushed the table aside. He unzipped his pants and beckoned for Levon to come closer.
Levon had no choice. He couldn’t face the embarrassment of being known as the office masturbator… he couldn’t imagine his mom’s reaction… or Jim’s. So Levon got down on his knees and helped Jaime lower his pants. Levon felt Jaime’s throbbing cock underneath his boxers, and he slowly pulled it out.
Levon was no stranger to a good handjob. He’d been with a few guys in his time, and he knew what he was doing. He went to work slowly jerking Jaime’s 10-inch dick. Jaime moaned in pleasure.
“Yeah… just like that,” he cooed.
With one hand, Levon rubbed the shaft. With the other, he fondled his balls.
“Damn… you’re good at this… now suck it.”
“What? That wasn’t a part of the deal.”
“I don’t care. Suck it.”
“No.”
“I’ve got Jim’s number on speed-dial…”
Levon didn’t protest. He opened his mouth and slid Jaime’s cock into it. Jaime closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He was enjoying it, and Levon couldn’t help enjoying it as well.
Levon bobbed his head up and down as his warm mouth engulfed Jaime’s dick. He teased the shaft and tip with his tongue. Jaime took his hand and held the back of Levon’s bouncing head as he softy moaned.
“If you’re gonna cum, don’t do it in my mouth,” Levon said between blows.
“Shit, I’m far from it. I told you I wasn’t a quick-shooter.”
Levon rolled his eyes and went back to work. A few minutes later, Jaime pulled his cock out Levon’s mouth and stood up. Without a word, he fully lowered his pants and bent over the table.
“Fuck my ass, Levon.” Jaime said shyly.
Levon obliged. He pulled out his own member, a proud 8.5 incher, which was already hard. He went over to Jaime and grabbed one of his ass cheeks on impulse.
“Yeah! Just like that!” Jaime called out suddenly.
Levon had always been a top, but he had never been with a guy who liked it rough. It excited him even more and he took it as an advantage over his blackmailer. Without hesitation, he slid his cock bareback right into Jaime’s asshole. They both moaned as the thick cock slid into the tight hole.
Levon quickly acted on his primal urges and built a steady momentum of thrusting. He pounded his cock into Jaime’s ass, occasionally spanking it to his delight. Levon took hold of Jaime’s hips and thrust deep and hard.
“You like that?” Levon grunted.
“Yes!” Jaime cooed. “God, don’t stop!”
They continued on for a good minute until Levon pulled out suddenly.
“What’s wrong?” Jaime asked.
“Flip over.”
“What?”
“Flip over, fucker.” Levon was enjoying taking over his extorting co-worker. He unbuttoned his shit and ripped off his tie.
Jaime did as he was told and moved so he lay on his back on the table. Levon spread Jaime’s legs and re-entered missionary-style.
As Levon continued his lustful fuck, Jaime unbuttoned his own shirt and flipped back his tie. He moved his hands down to his cock and began stroking it.
But Levon smacked his hand and took over for him. Using one hand to hold an uplifted leg over his shoulder, Levon used his other hand to jack Jaime off as he fucked him.
“No,” Levon said with an devilish grin, “I’m supposed to jack you off, remember?”
Jaime nodded and let Levon have his way. He matched Levon’s rhythm with his own hips and pounded into his hard dick.
“F…fuck… I’m gonna cum, Levon,” Jaime sighed.
Levon didn’t say a word. Instead, he stroked Jaime’s cock even harder until he got the reaction he hoped for. Hot, white jizz shout of Jaime’s cock, drenching his abs and chest. As he climaxed, Jaime’s ass tightened even more, turning Levon on so much that he felt his own dick twitch and shoot cum into Jaime’s ass.
They both moaned loudly as they came together. Levon thrust every last drop of his seed into the other boy’s ass.
Breathing heavily, the boys nearly passed out. Levon let himself fall onto Jaime’s body. They both panted against each other’s body, their chests wet with a mixture of their combined sweat and Jamie’s cum.
“Fuck…” Jaime said after a long period of silence, “you’re good.”
“I know,” Levon said with confidence. That’ll show this little punk for trying to blackmail me. “I assume you won’t be telling Jim about all of this now?”
“Sure,” Jaime sighed, “but I won’t promise you that I won’t want to do this again sometime.”

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Memories of A Mortician Part 1

This is the first of a series of stories featuring a mortician. Drwings showing the dead victims can be found at thedarkspot.com under drawings ‘The Mortician Files’ or on deviantart under the user andersvg

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The Existence – Chapter 2

Here is the second chapter to complete the opening of the series. I broke it into two parts because I didn’t have the whole thing planned out. I write the stories as they come to me and hope that those who read them enjoy the tale I spin. TY again for taking the time to read my stories. For those who are following Modern Mage; I am working on the next chapter but felt that I should introduce this place before continuing that tale.
Being that they walked in here I knew they were meant to find the place or had been brought by someone else who had been here before. The fact that they sat at my table with impunity told me that they knew the rules of the place and chose to display contempt for either me or my place. I didn’t appreciate that kind of attitude. I finished serving the drink orders I’d taken and let the other bartenders know I was stepping away for a few minutes. I took my time walking around the bar to head for my table. I used this time to size my visitors up. There were three of them sitting at the table and four more who positioned themselves around the room behind them. The guy sitting in the middle, directly across from my chair, appeared to be in his mid to late Fifties. His body language displayed someone who was there to enjoy the environment and relax, up until you looked at his face. He was smiling and acting like this was an evening out, however the truth was revealed in his eyes. He had dead eyes, no emotion showing in them; the look of a predator. I’d seen enraged werewolves and vampires in bloodlust that looked friendlier than this man sitting at my table.
The two women on either side of him had a similar dead look in their eyes. I tagged them mentally as bodyguards due to a few factors. They never looked at the gentleman they sat with; instead observing the rest of the room constantly. I’d give them credit for intelligence if they had even thought to look up; the security team on the catwalks went unobserved. They looked like arm candy being tall curvy blondes with blue eyes wearing short dresses, however the clothing was cut to not restrict their movements. I spotted Sam and George moving into position near the other four members of their party in case trouble started as I sat in my chair across from Mr. Dead Eyes. “Good evening and welcome to my place. Can I assist you with anything this evening?”
My new friend smiled with all the warmth of a hungry shark before he began to speak. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Masters, however I am not here to be assisted. I have other plans for this night.”
I kept a friendly expression on my face and sat back in my chair. I brought my foot up against the table leg, using the leverage to lean my chair back onto the rear legs only. “Since you’re obviously not hear to enjoy the atmosphere let’s both speak plainly. You and your bodyguards are welcome to stay, but don’t start any trouble. My staff and I will stop it and there will be no second chances here.”
He didn’t look in the least disturbed by my statement, nor did I expect him to be. He looked around the place slowly, eyes flicking from place to place. I gave him more points for intelligence than I did his bodyguards when he looked up and spotted the catwalks. The look of a hungry shark came back as he started to reply, “While I applaud the impressive security you have here, if I decide to start trouble they will be useless to your survival. If I kill you first, you don’t think I can buy their services. While I may at some time test that idea, tonight I’m not here for you. I have a job to do here tonight and can’t let you interfere with it. Stay out of my way and there won’t be any trouble.”
“If you came to talk to me first you know my rules and that I can’t and more importantly won’t let you do anything to violate the sanctuary I offer to anyone who comes here. If you choose to try and do so, you will answer to me and my staff. As for killing me,” I gave him my own predatory smile, “many have tried just that through the years and I’m still sitting here talking to you. Explain to me why you are really here and I’ll see if I can assist you.”
“You spoke plainly and so will I. I’m here to retrieve someone who is a frequent visitor. This is the only place where they aren’t surrounded by a small private army of bodyguards. I’m going to take the person out of here and return them to the person who hired me. You and your staff members will stay out of my way and not interfere. That is how this evening will go unless you want more trouble than you can handle.”
I sighed, dropping my head to my chest. This was a signal for Sam and her security people that things may be going south very fast and to be ready. I looked back up into my visitors face, “Final warning, if you try to star something in here you will fail and I’ll give you to the people you are trying to interfere with for punishment. If you knew anything about me or this place you’d know I’ve handled more trouble than you can bring to bear against me. If you want to go to your graves tonight, I can oblige you; otherwise drink, relax and obey the rules or get your asses out of my bar. Your choice either way.”
When things started they happened quickly. One of the original supernatural patrons entered the front door. Her name was Ynara and she had the potential to be one of the most powerful Ascendants in time. Her father had been an Archmage of legend and her mother was a Fallen Angel. She stood at an even five feet, trim build with perky B cup breast and an apple bottom. Her hair was a deep fiery red highlighted with black, it fell wavy all the way to her knees. She had blue eyes the color of a twilight sky with little fleck of red burning in them. She made everyone who met her think of the Love & Theft song Angel Eyes. She was wearing a conservatively cut white sheath that made her look hotter than any club wear could have. She was under the protection of several of the supernatural leaders in this City. Ynara was from Los Angeles originally and I knew of several groups who wanted her back there where they could control her. The moment she stepped through the door I knew things just got very messy.
Mr. Dead Eyes stood quickly, extending his right arm toward me as his bodyguards turned to face any threats coming from the sides. I reacted immediately, pressing my foot against the leg of the table, tipping my chair back to get clear of his line of fire. Two of the Mr. Dead Eyes other bodyguards moved to grab Ynara as soon as he had stood. George grabbed the one he was closest to by the back of his neck holding him from moving towards her. Sam being a vampire moved with inhuman speed kicking the other man who approached Ynara in the knee shattering the bones in the joint to splinters with the impact interposing herself bodily between the remaining men and their target. All this happened in the time it took my chair to hit the floor.
The second I hit the floor I was already rolling away to regain my feet. As I came to my feet, I drew two throwing spikes from my sleeves prepared to throw them. The place went silent except for the man screaming in pain with a shattered knee as I faced the man who disturbed my peaceful establishment. I held the spike ready to throw even though I expected I wouldn’t need them. The security team on the catwalks had weapons drawn and aimed at the three standing before me. Sam had her sidearm out pointed at the head of the third man that came in with our friend. The last of his men was standing still with his hands up right where he was when everything started. That’s when I noticed JD standing behind him and the edge of a sword pressed to the side of his neck. “I warned you that my staff and I could stop any trouble you started in here. Now I proved it to you. You have two choices left to you and I’ll recommend the first one. Walk away now, leave my club and get out of my city. Don’t come back again. She is under the protection of too many people for you to mess with. Now that you violated the sanctity of my establishment to grab her I am placing her under my protection as well. The second choice is to die, whether that is by continuing in your actions here, leaving the bar and not the city, or coming back after you leave the city. I don’t have the desire the kill you but I won’t hesitate to do so. Which choice are you taking?”
He looked like I pissed him off, and I liked that fact because it would make him sloppy. “You have no idea who I am or what you’re messing with. I’ll offer you a similar choice and we’ll see how the rest of the evening goes. You can get out of my way, hand over the girl and let me walk away with her or you can choose to die here and now.” He had a look of confidence on his face that spoke volumes about his opinion of his skills and those of his people. I hate standoffs like this, invariably both sides think they’ll win and people, usually innocent bystanders, wind up getting hurt. The Bar area was slowly clearing out while we were talking. The only people left in this area were my staff members and his people.
“Like you said to me earlier, do you think your people will continue to fight if you’re the first to die? My people know exactly what happened to this club and for them when I do. They know they’ll be taken care of and the Existence will remain an Elysium long after I’m gone. Can your people say the same about you?” He paled a little at that last question which may just give me the edge I needed to resolve this situation peacefully. I had my doubts but I would try. I have killed enemies in the past and would do so again when needed, but I always tried to resolve the situation first. Unfortunately some people just needed to die. “Last chance to leave, anyone who stays to cause trouble doesn’t see another sunrise.”
The guy whose knee had been shattered started to drag himself across the floor towards the door. The man being held by George was also trying to get to the door; George assisted him in making a quick exit. He picked him up and threw him out the open door as the other guy crawled outside. The two men with weapons trained on them and his bodyguards stayed. We were all watching each other closely waiting for someone to make the move that sent this situation to hell in a hand basket. The bodyguards started it up again as the one on his right placed herself between me and her charge. He swung his aim toward JD to get his other man clear. I threw both spikes I was holding, the first towards Dead Eyes head and the second towards his weapon. The first spike was intercepted by his bodyguard, burying itself to the grip in her neck taking her out of the fight as she grabbed her neck and fell. The second missed his gun as he swung his are to aim at JD. It glanced off his arm because of the angle it hit at. His shot didn’t hit JD cleanly, but clipped his ear as it went past him. JD spun away from the hit pulling his sword away with him allowing that man to act. The other bodyguard stepped up onto the chair and dove across the table at me with a blade in her hands while the man Sam was watching moved to spear George. The man who got clear of JD’s drawn sword started to draw weapons from under his coat. Sam was of course pissed at me and I’d pay for it later because I had given her only one choice of action in the situation. Sam and I had been fighting side by side for some time and she took my safety as being more important than her own, but when I put Ynara under my protection she had no choice but to get her to safety and leave me in this fight.
JD moved quickly, closing back in with the man he had been guarding. JD positioned himself so that the man he faced was between the boss’s weapons and himself. As the man drew his weapons on JD, he was moving to try and get him into a cross fire. JD took one hand off the hilt of his sword extending it towards his opponent and spoke, “Present Firing Pins.” There were suddenly two small objects in his palm that he dropped to the floor before taking hold of the hilt again. The man brought both pistols in line with JD and pulled the triggers. They failed to fire. The man looked shocked at this and dropped the firearms. JD stepped into him swinging low with the sword he slashed into the man’s leg on the outside of his knee severing the muscles and tendons causing him to drop to the floor.
George took the spear without moving. The man that charged him obviously didn’t know what he just attacked. George grabbed the man by the arm twisting it up and behind his back hard enough that you could hear the bone snap over the noise of the fighting. He kicked the guy in the back of his knee causing him to fall to the floor. George held him there by placing his foot onto the back of one of his legs and shifting his weight onto it.
As the bodyguard came over the table at me I spun away to the side. While my reflexes were pretty good, she was better with that knife. It sliced into me, cutting a gash from just next to my spine around the right side under my ribcage. I’ve had similar injuries before and forced myself to ignore the pain for the moment. During the spin, I drew the knife I kept on my side. As her blade exited the flesh under my ribs, I drove my knife down at her waist severing her spinal cord. She landed poorly rolling across the floor with the hilt of my knife protruding from her back as she stopped against a couple of barstools. I stood to face the man who started all of this. My jeans and shirt ruined as blood flowed from my side down my leg onto the floor. I refused to let Dead Eyes see the pain I was in so I straightened up to my full height and looked him in the eyes.
The fight had only lasted a few seconds, and behind him Elayna stood with a Derringer pressed against his skull. His arms were raised and his sidearm was being held by Jarvis who as always was at his mistress’s side. I knew I’d pay for what I was about to do, but the reputation I and the club had about how we handled trouble would get a major boost from it. I walked around the table, feeling my muscles stretch and tear with every step I took. When I stood directly in from of him I looked in his eyes and spoke, “I gave you every chance to leave here and not cause trouble. You chose to ignore our reputation and my warning. I also told you exactly what I’d do if you didn’t leave.” I looked over my shoulder to see a pissed of Sam standing with Ynara. I nodded to same, letting her know I wanted her to come over here. She walked over behind him, grabbed him around the waist with one arm and using her other drew his head back and to the side exposing a long line of his neck to her. “You’re dead now, as is anyone in your crew who isn’t already dead or gone.” With that said Sam extended her fangs and bit down. She drained him fully while the surviving members of his group watched. We moved his body along with the rest of his survivors into one of the private rooms to be fed on by any vampire that wanted them. I didn’t like it very much but I kept my word once given. No one messes with the patrons in my place.
As soon as they were removed from the main bar area I headed for the stairs to our apartments. I knew that I’d be fine, but I couldn’t let my patrons know exactly what I was. Made them think about things before violating the rules. Once I got upstairs into the common room I grabbed a talisman I kept in there. I ran it over the wound, closing it instantly and repairing the damage under the surface as well. I set the talisman back where we kept and headed for my room to jump in the shower. Just as I entered the hallway and turned toward my room, Sam came up the stairs and decked me. She was being kind apparently because while it hurt the punch didn’t shatter my jaw. “Boss, if you ever do that to me again I will shatter your jaw. I know what you are and what you can do, but you aren’t any more immortal than me.” She spun on here heel and went out onto the catwalks over the club area to watch the dance floor. I’ll admit that I deserved the punch. I jumped into the shower and cleaned he blood off of me while a few members of my staff took care of cleaning up the bar. After the evening started the way it did, I decided to be prepared for any more trouble. I dressed in black jeans and a black silk shirt. I put on my holsters. I was a pure righty when it came to firearms. I carried three pistols, all of them 45s. One each in a shoulder, back and hip holster each loaded for different targets. Silver in the back in the event I had to deal with a Were creature, Tracer rounds for the Vampires in the shoulder rig and jacketed hollow points for all the rest in the one on my hip. Over those I slid my leather duster with my Benelli M3 Super 90 inside the front in a specially designed holster for it. This is the shotgun I would hang under the table when I sat there. I think that more than anything is why Sam punched me. If I’d had that from the beginning we’d have had less people to deal with during the fight and I’d likely not have been injured. I didn’t go back to tending the bar, I took my chair on the catwalk between the bar and club. I watch the people going about their lives and I’ll tell you a secret. Whether human, vampire, mage or anything else; they are all still people with personalities and lives. I wouldn’t let any of them be harmed while here. Once under my roof, you were my responsibility. Some would call me as much a monster as the vampires for handing the survivors over like that. I say that the choices we make every day make us monsters or not. My choice to provide a safe place for all people may not make me a saint but protecting those same people doesn’t make me or my people monsters.

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Fantasm

Heather’s Dilemma Chapter 2

I wasn’t planning on any updates to this story, but do to the overwhelming messages and emails I decided to write two more chapters. Thanks to all and to those who helped me find the original story.

Diary

Reset part 2

THIS HAS HEAVY SHIT IN IT. don’t read if you don’t like the tags
I don’t condone rape or violence. Guilty fantasies are good… enjoy and please comment why if you give a thumbs down

True Story

My Two Wives (Part 2) Jill

MY TWO WIVES PART II
Chapter 1
After my divorce from Carol I took a break from women for a while and concentrated on my job. I kept the job that Carol had earned for me and returned home to the company’s depot in Scotland. I met Jill on a blind date arranged by one of the data clerks working in my office and I fancied her straight away. By this time I was 27 and Jill was just 21. She was a real stunner, small – petite even – very shy and just over 5 feet tall with long dark brown hair and a fabulous figure, just right for her height. She was a schoolteacher at a local elementary school and I had always wanted to fuck a schoolteacher ever since I caught a glimpse of Miss Semple’s blue lace panties when I was 14 years old. Maybe this was my chance.
We met regularly after that first meeting, going to theatres, parties, meeting friends and socialising generally. The nearest I go to a fuck though was the occasional feel of her breasts – through her clothes – in the darkness of a theatre or in her house doorway when I took her home. She still lived with her parents and they were very old fashioned when it came to boyfriends, even though Jill was 21. She had always to be home by midnight and we were never left alone together – her parents always managed to ensure that one of them was in the room with us at all times! My chance came when a friend of mine, David, and his wife Karen, asked if I would baby-sit for them on Saturday while they attended his brother’s birthday party. Of course I agreed so long as they didn’t mind if Jill kept me company. No problem at all, in fact David gave me a wry smile, I think he guessed what I had in mind.
On Saturday we told Jill’s parents that we were going to the theatre with friends, if they had known where we were really going, and that we would be on our own, one of them might have insisted on coming with us. Yes, they really were that bad! We arrived at David and Karen’s house at 7:30 armed with a couple of harmless movies on video, which I hoped we wouldn’t have time to watch. I had other plans. After explaining where the food and alcohol were kept David and Karen departed for the party – they expected to be back at around 1:00 am. The first part of my plan was for us to have a drink, not too much – I didn’t want to fuck a drunk, but just enough to remove most, if not all, of Jill’s inhibitions. We had 3 small scotch and Canada Dry over the next hour or so, our favourite tipple – or at least that is what Jill thought we had. In fact I had 1 small one and 2 straight Canada Dry while Jill had 2 small ones and 1 larger one. Time to fuck the schoolteacher!
I had Jill’s clothes off in no time and had her laid across the couch. What a body she had, I had forgotten Miss Semple’s blue lace panties, now I was about to fuck my very own schoolteacher. A good fingering first to get her nicely warmed up and lubricated and I was between her raised knees with my cock nudging her beautifully thatched cunt. I pushed in gently at first but within minutes I was pumping away up to the balls. She was moaning and groaning like somebody crazy and as we both came she let out a yell that I thought would wake the baby we were supposed to be sitting. We fucked twice more before David and Karen returned, once with Jill on top and once doggy style with her bent over the arm of the couch. Jill told me after we left David and Karen’s house that she didn’t drink the scotch I offered her, she took a couple of sips of each and poured the rest away into a pot containing a house plant beside the couch. She had had the same plan for that babysitting session as I’d had. Sneaky bitch! We married 2 months later and moved to a small house on the edge of town.
Chapter 2
Married life was great. We were close friends, we had many things in common, and the sex with my favourite schoolteacher was fantastic. The social life in Scotland was great too. We spent a lot of our spare time at parties, either at friend’s homes or in our own modest house. One of these was an afternoon barbecue at a friend’s house about 40 miles away on the far side of town. On these occasions, when I knew we would have plenty to drink, I paid one of the office drivers – Melvyn a lad of 19, who didn’t drink, to drive us there and back. Now this party was something special, it was to celebrate the birthday of the host’s wife and the wedding anniversary of another couple attending. The drink did flow and we all had a bit too much – but Jill outdid us all. By the time we left she was pretty drunk and quite unable to walk properly. Melvin and I helped her to the car and settled her on the back seat with her feet up; I sat in the front with Melvin. After we had gone about 10 miles I heard a sound I had been dreading, Jill was vomiting all over the floor of Melvin’s car! I couldn’t apologise enough, I promised Melvin an extra £50 and offered to help him clear up the next day. But he was relaxed about the whole thing and refused any extra cash or the offered help. He explained that his mother had done the same thing on a couple of occasions and he was beginning to get used to it. Still I intended to make it up to him in some other way, and was beginning to plan a way of doing it.
By the time we arrived home Jill had passed out and couldn’t walk – she would have to be carried up the stairs to our bedroom. Now I could have managed this myself, Jill is lightweight, but I asked Melvin to help me. I took her under the shoulders first so that Melvin had to take her legs, one under each arm. I also manoeuvred the situation so that Melvin took the stairs first with Jill’s legs higher than her head. Of course what I expected to happen did happen. Her silk skirt rode up her legs giving Melvin a perfect view of her thighs and stockings – and her panties. This was part payment, and her punishment, for making such a mess of Melvin’s car. As we placed her on the bed Melvin made to leave but I told him to stand just inside the door of our en-suite bathroom and to keep quiet. I then started to strip her. First the blouse, opening the buttons and removing it nice and slowly. Next the skirt, which wasn’t easy as Jill was now a dead weight, but it came off eventually. There she lay in just white bra and panties and her tan stockings. I left her like that for a moment while I went to the kitchen to fetch a drink of water. I didn’t want a drink but thought I would let Melvin have an uninterrupted view of Jill in her underwear for a few minutes. Now for the bra, this was also difficult, as I had to keep turning her over to unhook the back and to get it off her. The panties were easy, I just eased her backside off the bed and slid them from under her. Naked now, apart from the stockings, I decided to give Melvin a better view. I slid Jill round on the bed so that her legs were facing the bathroom, lifted both legs so that her knees were up, and slipped the stockings off her thighs, down her legs and off. She was lying on her back now with her knees up and open and her hairy little cunt on display – pointing straight into Melvin’s hiding place. I considered fucking her there and then, with Melvin looking on – and even inviting him to take part, but decided against it. I didn’t want to risk the possibility her waking part way through and ruining the chance of other plans I had for her. I desperately wanted to see somebody else fucking my lovely wife but this was not the right time or place and Melvin probably wasn’t the right man for the job anyway. Instead I left the room again for a few minutes to allow Melvin a private viewing as an extra reward. When I returned I gave Melvin the £50 anyway, wished him goodnight and let him out of the front door. After putting Jill to bed, and before getting in beside her, I went to the bathroom. There I spotted a few splashes of a very familiar, slimy substance on the bathroom floor. Melvin had obviously enjoyed his private view and it was now my turn to do a little cleaning up. The ideal man I wanted to fuck Jill was a man experienced at seduction. One who would literally be able to charm the pants off her.
Chapter 3
I did know one man who might be a suitable candidate. Michael, an Irishman full of Irish charm, was the full-time professional at the local golf club. He was single, about 40, a rugged open-air type, and a man who clearly enjoyed the company of women. Just about all the women visiting the club, single and married seemed to be friends of his. I decided I needed to get more acquainted with Michael. I started by spending a little more time at the club, and having the odd drink with Michael. Often, while in his company, one (or more) of the women members would come over chatting and joking with Michael. After they left, he would confide that she was the wife or daughter of a local lawyer or banker and was a ‘great screw!’ After a couple of weeks I got the impression that most of the women attending of the golf club were his conquests. I needed to introduce him to Jill. He had met her once, on one of her rare visits to the club and, although he hadn’t spent much time in our company, he had danced with her a couple of times.
When I suggested to Jill that we should attend the club more often she wasn’t keen. She had no friends there and didn’t particularly like the type of women who frequented the place. I mentioned my new friend Michael. Oh, yes she remembered him as most charming and a very good dancer. If we were could spend some time in his company then she would give the club a chance. We visited the following evening, had dinner and a few drinks with Michael before he and Jill spent the remainder of the evening chatting on a subject of mutual interest – golf. The game bores me stiff, knocking little balls into holes with a bent stick never appealed to me, but Jill likes to watch on TV and expressed an interest in learning to play. As we left Michael gave Jill a peck on the cheek and they arranged to meet the following afternoon – so long as I didn’t mind – to try a couple of short holes at the club. Of course I didn’t mind – it was the opening to the relationship I had been hoping for.
She had her training session with Michael and thoroughly enjoyed it. So long as I didn’t mind they would like to do the same again the following week; she was starting to get the hang of the game. Of course I didn’t mind. The following week they had another practice session and then a light meal at the club before Michael drove her home. As she entered the house she was very angry, livid in fact. As he dropped her off, Michael had tried to kiss her and she had slapped him. God, I thought, he’s ruined everything! She was just saying that she didn’t want to see Michael, or go to the club, again when the telephone rang. It was Michael wanting to speak to Jill. She was reluctant, but eventually agreed to speak to him. She started by being angry with him but gradually calmed down, and ended up laughing with him. Apparently he was very sorry if he had upset her, the kiss had been meant as a friendly gesture, nothing else. He was forgiven and their golf practice continued. I was relieved. I met with Michael several times over the next couple of weeks in the club bar for a few drinks. As part of my plan I invited Michael back to our house for the following Monday night to watch a Rugby game on TV, have a few beers, and perhaps watch a movie on video. Jill was going to be out until late, attending a birthday party for one of her school colleagues.
When Monday came I hired an erotic, but not pornographic movie, retrieved a few ‘special’ videos of Jill from their hiding place and bought in a few beers. Michael arrived dead on time at 7:00 pm, just as Jill was leaving for her party. Michael complimented her on her outfit, a white knee length dress with stockings and high heel shoes, gave her a peck on the cheek and hoped she would enjoy the party. We watched and criticised the game, which was pretty dire, had a few of the beers and started to watch the movie. That was also pretty bad so we switched it off and had a few more beers. The conversation then got round to Jill. Michael was telling me how her game had improved over the past few weeks and how much he appreciated having her company on the golf course. I told him that Jill also enjoyed the golf practice and was gaining in confidence so much that she was even considering entering next year’s ladies tournament. The conversation then turned to the party she was attending that night and how beautiful she had looked as she left. He was envious, and wished he had married someone like Jill. I made no comment but slipped one of the less intimate ‘special’ videos in the machine and switched on. As it started, Jill was pirouetting around in our bedroom wearing, by coincidence, the same white dress and stockings that Michael had seen her wearing as she left for the party. After a couple of passes round the room she reached behind her, unzipped the dress and let it slip to the floor. She was now seen in white bra, white garter belt, tan stockings and white bikini panties. A couple more passes round the room and she unclipped the bra at the front and slipped it off. After a few seconds of showing off her beautifully shaped and firm breasts, that session came to a close. Michael’s eyes were glued to the TV! A few seconds of blank tape then gave way to a brief shot of Jill totally naked laying face down on the bed. After another brief pause we were back to Jill in the bedroom dancing round in garter belt, stockings and panties. She sat on the edge of the bed and proceeded to remove the stockings and garter belt. Again that session ended. Michael asked for a drink of water – I think this was beginning to get to him! As I returned the video gave a very brief flash of Jill, again totally naked laying on her back with her legs in the air, wide open. After that brief flash and another brief pause the video went back to Jill in the bedroom wearing just the white bikini panties. As the camera panned in on her she turned her back, bent at the waist and slid the panties to her ankles. There was a brief glimpse of her slit and wisps of pubic hair through the top of her legs as the session again came to an end. I allowed this tape to run on. It showed Jill in various stages of dress and undress moving around the bedroom. I then ran the next two tapes that recorded Jill naked and performing various contortions, showing off just about all there was to see, in the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. By this time Michael was drooling and had a definite bulge in the crotch of his slacks. Over another beer, we both needed it, Michael said that I was an ugly English bastard, not good enough to have a lovely lady like Jill to fuck. In reply I asked if he thought he was good enough? Once he got over the shock of my question he told me of course he was good enough, he had never had any complaints! Why, was I offering? Of course it all came out about my fantasy. I would give him all practical encouragement if he did want to fuck Jill, but there would be two conditions. One, Jill must never know that I had suggested it, and two, I must be able to witness at least the first occasion he made love to her. It was up him to persuade Jill to allow it to happen. He would have to seduce her.
Chapter 4
It started the following day. After their golf practice Michael did as usual and drove Jill home. I noticed that just as she was about to get out of the car, Michael reached over and gave Jill a quick kiss on the lips. She didn’t appear to encourage him, but didn’t slap him either. That evening over dinner Jill asked if I would mind if she had more afternoon golf practices with Michael so she could improve her game for the tournament? Of course I wouldn’t mind, so long as it didn’t inconvenience Michael too much. (It seemed Michael had already started work on his seduction). They had two more practice games that week and after the second one I happened to be looking out of the bedroom window when I saw Michael again reach over and kiss Jill. It was quite a prolonged kiss this time and she certainly wasn’t discouraging his advances. Over the weekend Jill took a telephone call from Michael. Instead of having to dash home for dinner after their practice game would she like to have dinner with him at the club on those days? Of course Jill asked what I thought. Certainly, it sounded a very sensible idea to me, why not. So she agreed. She would bring some clothes over to the club so she could change from her golf clothes into something more suitable for dinner. Over the next week Jill stayed and had dinner with Michael after each practice game. On each occasion as he dropped her off outside our house I made sure I would be able to watch them arrive. The first two times there was just the prolonged kiss as she left the car. The third time was different. Again the kiss, but this time the kiss could only be described as passionate. I also saw that Michael had his hand on Jill’s thigh over her dress and was gently massaging it up and down. She was not stopping him either – in fact she was certainly taking a very active part in Michael’s farewell kiss. Michael’s seduction was going well, but perhaps a little too quickly. If I was going to witness their first sex session I needed to make some plans – fast!
I met Michael at the club on the following Saturday and he invited me to his office. It was the first time I had been in there – it was very smart (paid for out of club subscriptions I suppose). There was a modern looking wooden desk in the far corner, a large coffee table in the centre of the room, a leather Chesterfield against one wall and a series of wooden half-slatted doors (probably a closet) against the opposite wall. The rest of the room was taken up by a couple of office type chairs, two leather armchairs, a small safe and a drinks cabinet. Michael poured us a couple of scotches and directed me to one of the armchairs. I just didn’t know how to start this conversation and spluttered a little. Michael was more forward and came right out with it – ‘Do you still want him to fuck your wife, and do you still want to watch?’ I spluttered, ‘Yes’. So the arrangements were made. He planned for the ‘big occasion’ to happen the following week after one of their practice games and dinner. Obviously he couldn’t forecast which day it would be, that would depend on Jill and his powers of seduction. It would be Tuesday, Wednesday or Friday – he was certain of that, and he was planning for the event to take place in this office. He suggested that I come to the club on each of those nights at about 9:00 pm, enter by the rear goods entrance (where the beer was delivered) and make my way to his office – it would not be locked. I should then wait inside the closet, behind the slatted doors and should be able to see the whole office from in there. If they didn’t appear within half an hour I was to drive home and in by the time he drove Jill home at 10:00. He asked me to try the closet now. It was perfect. The closet was more than big enough to be comfortable and the door was only slatted in the top half, meaning I could see the whole room without anyone being able to see me.
I left home on Tuesday full of excitement and was in his office – and the closet by 9:00 on the dot. Disappointment though, nobody appeared. Just over half an hour later I was on my way home. In fact I arrived just in time to move into a darkened spare bedroom, which overlooks the drive leading to our house to see Michael dropping Jill off. This time a very long and very passionate kiss was accompanied by Michael gently moving Jill’s dress above her knee and over her thigh so he could massage her stocking clad leg. At no time did Jill discourage him. This was starting to turn me on and that night Jill and I had one of our, now quite rare, lovemaking sessions. I enjoyed it but I think Jill’s mind was elsewhere.
Chapter 5
On Wednesday I had again been in the closet for almost half an hour, and was just about to leave, when the office door opened. As I had hoped it was Michael, leading Jill by the hand. Hardly had Michael closed the door when they were in each other’s arms. His hands stared then started to roam, down her back, over her breasts and down to her backside. As they continued their enthusiastic embrace Michael started to very slowly and gently to pull Jill’s tight black dress over her thighs. As the dress reached the top of her stockings Michael whispered something in her ear. She immediately broke away from his embrace, moved to the desk and lay forward across it. Michael then moved up behind her and raised the dress up to her waist showing off her stockings and black silk panties above an expanse of white flesh. He then ran his hand from her knees, up the inside of her thighs to the crotch of her panties and down again. Jill was starting to purr like a cat. The next time he reached the top of her thighs he began to rub his thumb along her slit. After a few minutes of this Jill continued to purr but then I heard her say, ‘Michael, I’m soaking wet, make love to me now, I must have your cock inside me!’ Michael immediately slipped Jill’s panties down her legs lifted her feet out of them and moved her legs further apart. When he had taken his fully erect and visibly pulsating cock from his pants he just rammed it up inside her. She groaned. As he started to pump himself into her the groans turned to heavy breathing and squeals of delight as she orgasmed over and over again. Michael kept going – for over 20 minutes – pumping faster and deeper until they both orgasmed at the same time. As he released his softening cock from Jill she immediately turned round, slipped to her knees and took the whole of his cock into her mouth! She had NEVER done that to me. She had sucked my cock but only before sex, while it was still clean and dry, never afterwards – she said it was dirty. I was certainly not ‘dirty’ now – she was sucking away at his cum soaked cock like crazy! When he was clean, but far from dry, he returned his cock to his pants and zipped himself up. They were now a little pushed for time. Jill grabbed a handful of tissues from a pack on the desk, gave her cunt a good wipe, and after a passionate embrace left the office with Michael – leaving her discarded, damp panties on the office floor. I had to hurry. I arrived back home only minutes before Jill entered the front door. Unfortunately I was too late to see how they took their farewell of each other in the car this time. She told me all about the golf practice, and the meal she had shared with Michael afterwards but, of course, never mentioned visiting Michael’s office! That night Jill undressed in the bathroom, put her dress in the laundry bag, took a long shower and went to bed. I guess she was tired! I took a quick look at the dress. It had a damp patch at the back where her naked and wet pussy had been sitting on it in the car coming home. I took a long sniff – lovely – and returned it to the laundry bag. Right, I had now seen my wife being fucked by somebody else, but still wasn’t satisfied. Because of the position they were in with her across the desk, I hadn’t actually seen him enter her. Next time maybe.
They were due another golf practice and dinner on Friday, with another love making session to follow I guessed. So yet again on Friday I was in the closet ready for them just before 8:00. It was lucky I was so eager and earlier than before because they had either had a very rushed dinner or none at all. They entered the office at 8:15. This time Jill was wearing a calf length, light and summery yellow dress with lots of buttons down the front. I had never seen this dress before. As on Wednesday, as soon as they got into the office they got into a close and intimate embrace with Michael feeling Jill up through the dress. Within a very short time though he started, very slowly, to unbutton the dress from the top. He did this very slowly and as he unfastened the bottom button he just pushed the dress back off her shoulders and down to the carpet. She was totally naked underneath! Michael pushed her toward the Chesterfield so that she sat down on it and then after levering her knees apart he proceeded to lick her inner thighs up to her pussy. He nuzzled her pussy with his nose and then continued to lick and bite her clit until she was groaning and throwing her head from side to side in ecstasy. Still tonguing her clit he pulled her forward so that she slid off the Chesterfield and was left sitting on the carpet with her back to the Chesterfield. After angling her round so that he could get her to lay flat, he stripped himself. Whether it had been Michael’s intention I don’t know, but Jill’s pussy was now pointing directly at my vantage point. He lay with his face in her crotch for a few more minutes, tonguing her wet slit and then climbed on top of her. As she raised her legs to grip Michael round his waist I could see her wide-open vagina waiting for Michael to insert his cock. As he did so I saw it – another man’s cock working its way into my wife! I could not resist it – I just had to take my own aching cock out and slowly (and very quietly) stroke my hand up and down it in time to Michael’s slow strokes into Jill’s pussy. As Jill had her second or maybe third, orgasm I had mine. I caught most of my excess flow in a tissue brought along for the purpose but much of it found its way to the floor of Michael’s closet! Michael and Jill must have been really horny that night. After Michael had eventually cum and Jill had again sucked his cum soaked cock clean, they fucked again but with Jill on top this time. Now I could enjoy the sight of Jill lowering her very wet vagina onto Michael’s re-erected cock and bouncing up and down on it. As she finished and lifted herself off I saw a mass of their combined juices leaking back onto Michael’s pubic hair and belly. Again they cleaned themselves up (Jill cleaned up all the mess she had made on Michael with her tongue), they got dressed and left for home. I hurried but needn’t have been concerned. They didn’t pull up to the house until nearly 11:00 – Jill was full of apologies. They had taken a wrong turning and had got lost for a while. Another quick one in the back of the car is more like the truth I think! But this time I did see how they said good night in the car. Him with his hand up her raised dress, inside her wide open thighs massaging her pussy while she massaging his naked cock as they kissed a passionate farewell. Again, apart from the apology for being late, Jill’s only conversation was on the subject of the golf practice – she was really improving her game – and the dinner. What she didn’t know, and I didn’t tell her, was that I had seen the massive wet stain on the back of her dress before she took it off in the bathroom and dumped it in the laundry bag! I had now seen Michael with his cock inside Jill three times, and I was sure it had been there at least once more on their way home. Now what?
Michael rang me the following day (Saturday) and asked me to meet him in his office later that day. I arrived at just after 7:00 and after he had fixed me a drink, and I had made myself comfortable on the Chesterfield (still thinking of Jill sitting there naked the night before), he offered me a proposition. Jill had asked him to arrange for them to be able to spend a few days together. She had also said that it was a pity that I was not planning a business trip in the near future because she would like to spend those few days with Michael at our house and in our bed! Michael’s suggestion to me was that I should take a few days away in London, he was sure I could think of some excuse for having to take it and he would pay all my expenses. I was not sure I should go along with this but when said that he would arrange for any activity on their part to be recorded for me on video, without Jill’s knowledge, I agreed. So it was all set. I told Jill that an executive in our London office had been taken ill and that I had been asked to take over the running of his department for a few days. She was sorry that I had to be away, as she would miss me but she understood the reason for it and would phone me every night for a chat. So I went and had a most enjoyable time. Jill did phone me every night and we had a long talk each time. When I returned Jill was not home – with Michael at the club I assumed. As I glanced round the bedroom I saw there were 4 VHS videocassettes on the bed with a note in Jill’s handwriting saying ‘Play these tonight – you won’t be disturbed’.
Chapter 6
I played the first one on the machine. This, obviously recorded from my camcorder on the bookcase, showed Michael stripping Jill of all her clothes and then of them touching, sucking and fucking each other for 3 hours – almost non-stop. The second one showed Jill sitting on the bed talking on the telephone. From snatches of her side of the conversation I recognised it as the first time she spoke to me in London. After just a couple of minutes Michael came into the bedroom and got on his knees in front of her. As she talked to me Michael stripped Jill’s panties off and then started to lick her pussy until she had a very quiet orgasm! This activity was repeated during every call she made to me, but with variations. One time she was standing naked talking on the phone while Michael fingered her. Another time she was naked on hands and knees on the bedroom floor while Michael fucked her doggy style, very slowly – and very quietly. They were all very similar. She was talking to me on the telephone while Michael was satisfying her sexual appetite. No wonder she sounded so happy when we spoke! This tape continued with more fucking, pussy licking and a heck of a lot of cock sucking. I realised though that a good deal of this recording had been done from a different angle. Either Michael had moved the camcorder from the bookcase part way through their session or there was more than one machine doing the recording. The next tape proved the case. The fucking, sucking and fingering were definitely being recorded from several different angles! On this tape they played a few games. She would dress up in various erotic outfits, including full nurses uniform with stockings and garter belt, tight slinky evening wear, sports wear and even tarts pick-up clothing with micro mini skirts and fishnets. He would then pretend she was a stranger, strip off her clothing very slowly and fuck her. When she was a tart he even paid her. During one game he lay in wait as she entered the bedroom dressed as a uniformed policewoman. He attacked her, tore off her underclothing, smothered her cries and violently raped her! All of this had been recorded from at least 3 angles with the cameras at different levels. One, during the rape scene must have been set up at ground level. Jill couldn’t fail to realise that everything was being recorded. Immediately the rape scene ended the tape went blank for a minute. When the picture re-appeared it showed Jill and Michael sitting on the bed with their arms round each other. Jill spoke. She was sorry but she had never been happy with me as a husband, I was not adventurous enough and had never satisfied her sexually. She had now moved in with Michael for a while until they could arrange to move to Ireland – he was going home. She had known from the start about me setting Michael up to fuck her, Michael had told her all about it. She hoped I had enjoyed my time in the closet watching them but I would never see her being fucked by anybody ever again. She would leave me the tapes of their recent few days together – I could watch them and wank myself stupid for as long as I liked. She was filing for divorce on Monday and I should expect to hear from her lawyer within a few days.
So I lost a second wife because I had allowed another man to fuck her while I watched. Pity, but I must admit I don’t regret any of it. Believe me watching your wife being fucked is a great turn on – I’ve done it with two wives now and would recommend it to anybody!
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Family Hot Tub

Family Hot Tub
My parents recently invested in a hot tub for our family. It was setup in our back yard on the patio. Mom told my sister and I that she had heard that it is better for the filter in the hot tub if no clothing was worn in the tub, not even a bathing suit. Sounded like bullshit to me but my mom was adamant about it. My family was never one to be open about nudity in and around our house. I hadn’t seen my sister naked since we were little and it had been quite a while since I had seen my mom naked, not that I hadn’t tried. My sister and I were pretty upset over my moms decision that we were to go naked if we wanted to use the hot tub but when mom makes up her mind there is no changing it.
My mom is only 37 and dad is 38, she and dad had started having babies when they were very young but stopped after my sister was born although they still have lots of sex. My sister just turned 18 and I am 19. My mom is pretty hot, has big tits and not an ounce of fat on her anywhere. My dad is pretty fit too. My sister is basically just a younger version of mom and they have been mistaken as being sisters pretty often lately.
My dad had the new hot tub fired up and mom was all excited to get us all together for our first soak in the new tub. She and dad told us to go get undressed and meet them in the tub so my sister and I left them to go to our rooms to strip down. A few minutes later I came out of my room naked and a little nervous about my sister seeing me naked for the first time in years. Just as I entered the hallway my sisters door opened and there she stood except she had, unlike me, a towel wrapped around her body. We just stood there for a few seconds looking at each other. I then noticed my sister’s eyes were looking straight at my exposed cock. That did it for me and my dick started to grow getting hard pretty quickly. She giggled a little and I told her to shut up and if we were going to be naked in the tub she might as well lose the towel now. She thought about it for a few seconds and slipped her towel off exposing her naked body to my eyes. This only made my hard cock get even harder. She was HOT! She did a little spin before me and giggled some more at my hardon. Then she turned and started down the hall with me following her to go join our parents in the hot tub.
We walked out of the back door of the house and out onto the patio. The scene that greeted our eyes as we did made us stop dead in our tracks. Dad was sitting up on the edge of the tub and was holding moms head in his lap as she was giving him a blowjob! Just about that time dad groaned and pulled mom off his dick and suddenly started spraying his cum all over moms face and tits. Squirt after squirt sprayed from his dick all over moms face and into her mouth and down on her tits. Dad turned his head and looked at us standing there naked watching them. He nodded to mom to look over and she turned her cum soaked face and saw us and started laughing. She just said “Oops!” and then started to lick the dripping cum from the end of dad’s dick. Then she started scooping up the cum off her tits and licking it off her hands.
She told my sister and me that she hadn’t really intended that we see that but that we were old enough now to understand and she knew that both of us were sexually active so this should be nothing too shocking for us. Mom stood up in the center of the tub and dad slid off the edge and stood with her and took her in his arms and they started kissing. Dad eased mom back so that she was now sitting on the edge of the tub. He then started kissing his way down her body, stopping to lick and suck her cum coated nipples for a while before continuing on down her body until his face was between her thighs. My sister and I had moved up next to the tub and were just standing there on either side of mom watching the sexy scene going on in front of us. We could see dad’s tongue working over moms’ shaved pussy.
As my sister and I watched, I started to jack my cock and sis had her hand in her pussy rubbing it. About that time dad started to pull his face away from mom’s pussy and stood up in the tub with his hard dick sticking out in front of him. Mom grabbed dad’s dick and started to guide it toward her pussy. Dad’s dick slowly split mom’s pussy lips and eased inside until it was buried to the hilt. Dad then started to thrust his hips back and forth as he fucked mom hard. Mom had her head back and her eyes closed and a moan was coming from deep in her throat. As dad fucked her, mom’s huge tits were flopping all around.
Sis and I had decided to climb in the tub with mom and dad as they continued to fuck. Sis sat on the edge of the tub next to mom and I stood next to dad. Sis was furiously rubbing her clit and I was stroking my cock hard and fast. Soon dad was on the verge of cumming and mom was thrashing around as she was having an orgasm. Then dad pulled his dick from mom’s pussy and started to shoot his load all over mom’s tits. Then sis started cumming and squirted a big gush of her juice out, some of it hitting dad in the chest. Seeing all this did it for me and I started shooting my load and it hit mom right in the face. Mom opened her mouth and a big stream of my cum covered her tongue. The next stream hit her in the forehead and up into her hair. Mom then leaned forward and sucked dad’s dick into her mouth and licked up the last of his cum, then she pulled off dad’s dick and grabbed my cock and pulled it to her mouth and then she started to lick the cum from my it. Dad turned his attention to sis and dropped down between her thighs and started to lick the juice from her thighs and pussy.
Mom had my cock in her hand and it was still rock hard but my legs were wobbly so I started to sit down in the tub. Mom kept hold of me and followed me as I sat down and she straddled my thighs and guided my cock to her pussy and slid down on it. Sis and stood in the tub and bent over and dad was behind her and he was feeding his dick into her pussy. Mom was riding my cock up and down while I reached around her and had one hand full of her tit and the other hand rubbing her clit. Dad was slamming his dick in and out of his daughter’s pussy as he reached under and had his hands full of her tits. Moans and groans and heavy breathing sounds filled the air. Soon we were all cumming at the same time, me in mom and dad in sis.
A few minutes later we were all sitting in the hot swirling water, sweating and huffing and puffing as we relaxed. Seems like this hot tub was a pretty good investment…

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The Beth Chronicles

It had been the longest week for Beth. When Friday came she decided to use a little vacation time and cut out early to shop for her trip. By tomorrow, she would be in Hawaii with her man and she needed to make it unforgettable. After picking up the odds and ends she needed, Beth took the T to Copley Square where she needed to make one last stop. She felt that familiar tingle as she opened the door to the lingerie shop because she knew this purchase would really get Jeff going. “I know he loves black but white gets a good reaction out of him too”, she said to herself. She picked out the silky black stockings and left the store with her purchase to finish packing.
In a whirl, Beth finished her packing, showered and got her makeup done. As she pulled the first stocking up her shapely foot and extended it to her thigh she thought back to the first footjob she had ever given Jeff. They were driving down the Pike and she seductively took er heels off and placed her stockinged feet into his lap. Not a minute later she could feel his cock raging in his pants. She rubbed her feet slowly up and down and back and forth all over. Beth stopped. She knew she couldn’t get side tracked now. It was up with the bags and down to a cab to get to Logan.
Sitting in the gate area, Beth thumbed through her magazines not rally paying attention to anyone. She couldn’t wait to get on the plane and get a drink. Just as she thought about whether to have wine or a Jack and Coke her foot got bumped by a man passing her to sit. He said, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Beth looked up at him and smiled. “It’s O.K.” she said as she made eye contact with him and wondered to herself how good looking he was. She also noticed that he smelled delicious with the cologne he had on.
Finally, the flight attendants started the boarding process. Beth was in first class and was anxious to get on board and have that first glass of wine. Everybody in first class had seemingly lined up in front of her. As she stepped on the plane and rounded the corner, there was Mr. GL (good-looking) sitting in her seat. She also noticed that the overhead bin above her row was packed. As she made it to her row the opposite overhead was clear and she strecthed to put her carry-on into the bin. Without realizing it, her skirt had risen up enough for Mr. GL to see she had stockings on over those shapley legs. His cock began to stir. Beth turned and politely said, “You again. You do know that you’re in my seat?” GL said, “Yeah, I was hoping that this row would be vacant so that I could stretch out.” He got up, let Beth settle into her seat and sat down.
The flight attendant approached and asked them if they would like a drink. GL ordered a glass of Muscato. Beth giggled and ordered the same. GL whispered, “Great minds think alike.” Beth wondered to herself, yes they do.
About an hour and a half into the flight, Beth and GL and talked the entire time. They talked about everything and anything and were having a great conversation. Beth began to notice the wine was really make her feel good and she also noticed that GL placed his on her knee each time they laughed about something, sometimes letting it linger there. The cabin had began to get quiet as the hour approached 11 P.M. and the air was getting a bit chilly. Beth pulled out her travel blanket she always brought with her when flying. It was bigger than the airlines little covers and hell of a alot warmer. She draped it over herself and stared out into the night sky thinking about seeing Jeff at LAX to connect on to Hawaii. She began to think about the ssex they were going to have and she began to get excited. She loved the way she could get him going with just the nibble on an ear or dangling her pumps off the end of her foot.
Beth shifted a little in her seat and GL asked if she was comforable. Beth answered, “Yes but no. I know we have bigger seats but sometimes you just feel cramped.” As she turned back to look out the window, GL put the dividing arm rest up, slid his hand under her blanket and took her legs and swung them towards him. He said, “Here, do this” and slid her heels off to place her feet into his lap. Beth was floored by his brazen move but also curious about his intentions. She did not resist though and covered her legs and feet up. She had just began to drift off when she felt GL’s hands slowly kneading her feet. It felt fantastic and she relaxed even more. GL worked her feet like a resort masseuse and as he made his way up her ankles to her calves Beth politely made room for his hands to move. In a short matter of time he reached her thighs and Beth knew he would get to the stocking tops and realize just what she was actually wearing. This turned her on. She had presented herself as worldy, intelligent woman the entire time and he was about to discover she was also a closet wild woman.
Beth got so turned on about the thought that her pussy lips began to swell and she began to get extremely wet. GL reached the stocking tops, paused and began tracing the outline of them. Beth didn’t hesitate and her legs opened wider. Gl made his way right up to her pantied and felt how wet they were. He lingered on the outside only momentarily and then pulled them aside exposing her for pleasure. Beth layed her head back against the window, scooted her ass towards GL and pressed her left foot against his rock hard cock. With that, GL worked magic all over her pussy lips. He rubbed and squeezed them for what seemed like an eternity and just as she thought c’mon GL, he parted her lips and stuck a finger inside her. He moved it with experience and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Beth moved ever so slightly against his hand to get the most out of it without alerting any paasengers as to what was going on under the blanket. The wine mixed with her thoughts of Jeff lapping her pussy in Hawaii and then back to her foot pressed against GL’s hard cock and then back to Jeff slamming her from behind and then back to how good her clit felt right now and baaaaaaam…she was rocked with one of the most intense orgasms she ever had. She muffled her sounds with her travel pillow as she was rocked with wave after wave after wave of cumming to his hand.
When it subsided, GL removed his hands and placed them back to her foot pressed to his cock. He pressed it harder against his cock and moved it until she felt that familiar pulse of a cock cumming in it’s confines. Just like she felt so long ago on the Pike.

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Bizarre! part 2

Ruggles wakes up. It’s two in the morning. His horn went down into his head. He opens his eyes and yawns. Lying next to him is the sweetest looking boy he’s ever seen. He’s one year younger, big pink hair, tiny hands and feet, rosey cheeks, big lips but a small mouth, violet eyes, a small nose and short eyebrows. This boy is named Wim. Wim was only about ten years old, one year younger than Ruggles.
“Hi!” Wim said
“Who are you?” Ruggles asked
“I’m the dancer around here. I want to sing, but Sonic says I have too big a lisp. My name is Wim. Sonic told me your name is Ruggles. I like that name. It’s so cute sounding.”
“How did you get in here?” Ruggles asked
“I’m everywhere, man. I mean this place is so fun.” Wim replied with a smile
Sonic opened the door and grabbed Ruggles’ cock. Ruggles looked down at his penis and found it had grown a full inch.
“Wow, Ruggles! You have a big one!” Wim exclaimed
“Not that big. Did you see mine?” Sonic said
“No. What is it like?” Wim asked
Ruggles thought Wim had been around here long enough to know what Sonic does to boys like him. Maybe Wim was a schizo and would act differently at different points. Maybe he had managed to go through this whole time without getting fucked.
The night went on and Sonic felt Ruggles up and down. Wim looked away and had no idea what was happening. Ruggles figured that Wim was truly asexual, like he felt he was at some points.
Ruggles longed for the days he spent with Ajax. The days, before the horrible night he was taken away.
The sun was already up at two thirty in the morning. At this point Wim ran off to eat a bunch of grapes at breakfast, like he always did. Wim constantly ate the large bluish grapes that grew in the garden. He would always drink from the clean, non-toxic spring water. Wim actually loved this place. It was better than his home planet, Neon 8. Neon 8 was constantly being fired on by ice covered lava and was overrun by cannibalistic Timocratic Latina aliens who spent their time killing the people by poisoning the water supply and feeding off of the bodies. In one attack, 1,707 of Wim’s native kind were killed, including his two sisters. His parents abandoned him when he was just born. They left him in a picnic basket on the ledge of Sonic’s place. They thought he would have a better life. No one saw his parents again. Most people assume they were lost on their way back to Neon 8. They basically travelled through equivalent of the Bermuda Triangle. Wim knew nothing about his sisters or his parents. All he knew is that he was meant to dance.
Sonic showed the boys a pair of purple swords. He said these swords were from the great war.
“What war?” Ruggles asked
“There was a war years ago, in which…”
Just then a group of conjoined triplet women came in and kissed Sonic. Sonic said hello to the ladies. The sun shined through the window, directly Wim’s face. They went over to Wim and put their fingers all over him. Ruggles looked on anxiously as they stroked Wim’s boy breasts. Wim came a bit, because one woman’s hand was on his dick. When Wim wasn’t looking, Ruggles swiped some of the cum and licked it. The cum tasted like pineapple. Ruggles jacked it again and fucked one triplet up the ass. That triplet moaned like a cow getting milked. She moaned loudly, while Sonic licked the other triplet’s assholes.
Later, after that sexual encounter, Ruggles inspected the house. He found a bloody knife. Wondering what this was all about, he went into the basement of the house looking for a body. There he found Calpurnia, gagged and bound, with a wound in her chest. Ruggles fit the knife in to see if that was the knife that killed her. It was in fact. Ruggles cried over the dead corpse of his co-worker. She smelled horrible, on account of the fact that people release their bowels when they die.
Wim ran in looking for Ruggles, but Ruggles hid the body so Wim’s virgin eyes could not be harmed. Well at least they seemed to be virgin eyes. Wim was still mysterious to everybody in the house, especially Rugles who had just met him.
“Wim, do you wanna’ show me around the house?” Ruggles asked
“Sure!” Wim replied
The two walked outside and looked through the grass.
“You know there aren’t that many people, Wim” Ruggles said inspecting the lush garden
“But the food is great!” Wim said, eating an apple he had just picked
Ruggles stared at Wim while he ate. Wim compulsively ate the fruits and vegetables he was surrounded by. The clear waters were not poisoned with the toxic from earth.
Suddenly, Sonic burst in in order to find the boys.
“What are you two doing out here?” Sonic asked while holding Ruggles by the hand
“Nothing!” Ruggles said quivering
A tingly feeling rushed through Ruggles. He started to sweat and got very hot, causing his balls to be wet and sag downward. Sonic took Ruggles away and let Wim stay in the garden. He gave Wim a bag of hard candies and sent him along, while he felt Ruggles’ sweaty ball sack. He tugged on his scrotum and then put his hand up Ruggles’ ass. Ruggles clenched around the hand, while it twisted around up his asshole. His ass wasn’t filled with shit, being that Ruggles had wiped well before. Sonic went deeper and deeper until he was touching Ruggles prostate. Sonic massaged Ruggles’ prostate, trying to force Ruggles to become erect. Ruggles dick shot up and pointed ahead. He hadn’t exploded yet, but he got the feeling every guy gets just before their orgasm. Ruggles’ nose had beads of seat dropping from the tip and his knees were weak. He breathed heavily and his stomach grew outward.
Then he came a little bit onto the ground.
“You better get ready for your performance, Ruggles!” Sonic said while pulling his fist from Ruggles’ rectum.
Ruggles quickly remembered his lie about acrobatics and ran off to enlist the help of Wim.
Wim, having finished the candy, had now started eating bread and a banana. Ruggles asked Wim about dancing and acrobatics.
“Well, Ruggles. It’s all about confidence. if you think you’ll fall, you will. If you don’t think you will, you’ll stay up. I mean if you know the basics your fine.”
“What if I don’t know the basics?” Ruggles asked
“I’ll teach you a little bit” Wim replied
Over the course of a few days, Wim taught Ruggles the ropes. Of course he could not go over everything, he went over the most important stuff.
The performance was cancelled when Ruggles claimed to have hurt his foot. Smiley, Dingo. Smed, Onyx, D2, and Zray, Sonic’s friends, were all dissapointed. Sonic, to apologize for the cancelled dance, allowed Ruggles to be used as a table. They layed him out on his stomach and ate food off of his ass and his back. They would put cold drinks and other chilled food on his ass to cause him discomfort. Smed asked
“Jethro, where did this boy come from? He is perfect. I mean look at his penis, and his buttocks, and his face. The cheek bones and nose are uncannily well placed. And his hair smells beautiful. What’s your price?”
“I just got him, Smed. Cool your jets, you can get him once he goes through the rest of puberty. Look, he’s hardly got pubic hair, and he doesn’t have any armpit hair yet. When he grows armpit hair, he’ll go with you.”
“Sounds fair!” Onyx added
“Now wait a minute. Pre pubescence is the best time. His asshole is still small and pink and his skin is clear of blemishes and it is soft. Soon he will grow several inches, but know he is barely five feet.” Dingo added while carresing the back of Ruggles’ thigh
“Well I will not give him up, just yet!” Sonic said stamping his foot
“How about you two share him” D2 said
“What cut him in half?” Smed said
“Maybe” Sonic replied whilst grabbing Ruggles left ass cheek
The arguing stopped and they decided that Ruggles should be available to everyone, but based out of Sonic’s mansion. The men played with Ruggles for about an hour. Onyx poured a glass of tea down Ruggles’ ass. Ruggles shot it out of himself and felt the cold liquid flow from his hole. When he stopped D2 started to cum in his face. A white string hit just above Ruggles’ eye. Sonic made Ruggles kiss his ass. Ruggles puckered up and put his lips on Sonics butt. The men left Ruggles naked in the field all alone.
Ruggles cried when he heard of all the men who would visit him. But his somber mood was cut short when a mysterious man dropped in. He ran out into the field and Ruggles followed him. It was night. Wim was fast asleep already, but Ruggles snuk around looking for the man. The man fired of a gun and vanished.
Wim came running out eating a piece of cheese. He called Ruggles in as quietly as he could.
“What are you doing out here Ruggles you could get killed? Sonic will beat you. And he has like a trillion dogs outside this place. Those dogs are mean. I tried to taste one’s dog food and he bit my hand and my belly. My hand scar cleared up but do you wnat to see the other one.”
Wim took off his shirt and showed Ruggles where the dog bit him. But Ruggles noticed something else on Wim’s body. He noticed a mark on the side of Wim’s body. It was a bizarre sign signifying royalty. Ruggles had seen this sign before at Ajax’s. This led Ruggles to believe that Wim was a prince of Neon 8.
The man ran at him, pointing his gun. He fired 3 rounds and jumped into a back flip. The man was wearing roller skates and an orange suit. Sonic screamed at the man and ran down a the stairs, carrying a bazooka. They both fired, almost killing Ruggles and Wim. Wim jumped on top of Ruggles, but felt something hard in Ruggles’ pants. It was Ruggles hard on. Strange for someone to be able to get it up in a time like this, but Ruggles was a strange kid. The bazooka blasted through trees and grass and pieces of shrapnel flew everywhere. Wim disregarded Ruggles’ erection and grabbed a rock and plugged Sonic’s bazooka. The rock felt back into the bazooka and got stuck in the machine causing it to malfunction. The man had the upper hand are shot Sonic in the elbow. The man then dropped the gun and ran at Sonic. Ruggles grabbed the revolver and hid it in his pants. The man kicked Sonic in the teeth and dragged him off. The man pulled the rock out of the bazooka and fired it. The bomb blew up a chunk ground and revealed magma. The man dipped Sonic’s shoe in and it burned. But, Sonic noticed something– the man had no arms and only one leg. He had prosthestics that had moving and fully functional fingers. So Sonic pulled off one of the arms and threw it away, while he hobbled off with his elbow bleeding.
The man followed the arm, while Ruggles and Wim left. Wim walked side by side with Ruggles as Ruggles prepared to tell Wim the secret which had been kept from him.
When they got to their room, the two women Ruggles had seen before were waiting on his bed. They were all on top of another person. Ruggles shooed them away only to discover himself.
Ruggles panicked seeing that it seemed he had a clone. He ran off with Wim, who was completely confused. They ran down to the field again to talk to the man. The man pointed the gun at Ruggles and said
“This will be a long engagement, if you can’t grow up and act your age, cause nothing gets easier from this point on. Nothing!”
“What the hell do you mean!” Ruggles yelled through his tears.
“Ruggles, calm down…” Wim said, just before he was cut off by Ruggles who said
“Shut up. This doesn’t concern you, Wim.”
“He’s why I’m here Ruggles, not for you, for him!” the Man said
“Wim? You’re here for him!” Ruggles
:”Yes him. I’m here for Wim!” The Man said frustrated
“Wim, go with him!” Ruggles said
“No, I want to stay here!” Wim said
“You don’t have a choice, WIm. Your family wants you back.” The Man said
WIm ran away across the castle. Ruggles looked at him and his hair bouncing up and down. This was just the second day Ruggles and Ruggles had posed a few more questions then questions he had answered. Who was the Man? Why is there a second version of himself? Where are all these women coming from? Is Sonic completely crazy or just a pervert? And most importantly, he wondered, where the fuck he was?

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