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Thread: Teacher's Pet (Anna121&StarlitDreams)

RE Teacher's Pet Good. Jack pumped his fingers in and out of her entrance, his thumb slowly circling her clit. He took his eyes off the road for a brief moment, watching the rise and fall of her chest. To think that no other man had ever given her this kind of pleasure... It was almost too much. I'll be your first then, won't I? He beamed at her, his eyes sparkling with determination. He really wasn't sure how much longer he could handle this his cock being so painfully hard that every movement sent shockwaves through his body. Her pleasure came first though. Another car passed his and his hand ceased movement. This was the riskiest thing he'd ever done. After all, people knew his face. If they even saw her in the car next to him, much less her face in the moment of her climax, he would be fucked... Quite possibly in more way then one if the rumors about prison were true. He removed his hand from her jeans, turning the car left. They were close to her house anyway. Do you think your parents are home?
Thread: Teacher's Pet (Anna121&StarlitDreams)

RE Teacher's Pet Larissa gasped and squirmed against the leather of the car seat as Jack fingered her, her body clenching and becoming only hotter and more aroused with every stroke of his fingers. Larissa was no stranger to masturbation, and had fingered herself countless times before, but this... the way Jack's fingers and thumb felt, the way they all moved in unison and the spots they touched... it was a totally different sensation and Larissa could just feel her climax quickly approach. In anticipation she tilted her head back, opened her mouth to let out a moan... but then Jack stopped. A feeling of disappointment came over her but when she opened her eyes and saw the other car drive past she understood, that close shave forcing Larissa to start thinking clearly again, mostly. I.. I don't know, Larissa sighed, still breathing heavily and closing her thighs, the incredibly moist feeling in her crotch making her bite her lip, I don't think so. Larissa's parents both led busy lives and would often come home late. This appeared to be the case that day too, because when Larissa pointed at her house one could clearly see that there weren't any cars parked in the driveway.
Thread: Teacher's Pet (Anna121&StarlitDreams)

RE Teacher's Pet Jack beamed once more. This was fantastic! Her soft hands against his cock, her little pink lips around his cock, and sinking his cock into her amazingly tight pussy the perfect fantasy, all available right through those doors. His sky-blue eyes fluttered closed as he unintentionally let out a shaky moan. He imagined her screaming in ecstasy, letting himself cum inside her, her parents walking through the door and having him arrested... Oh yeah, definitely too risky. He shook his head, his expression turning impassive. He imagined his mother naked, his grandmother naked, even his ex wife. None of it helped. He took a deep, tremulous breath. There was stupidity and then there was fucking an under aged girl in her parent's house. Jack ran his hand through his dark hair, a strand or two falling over his eyes. I can't do this. He wet his lips. If you want Larissa, I'll be available for tutoring after school tomorrow. His lips twitched upward as he looked into her wide green eyes. Now have a nice night... And remember wear clothes that you don't mind getting dirty.
Thread: Teacher's Pet (Anna121&StarlitDreams)

RE Teacher's Pet For a moment Larissa pouted, angry at being left so hot and aroused without being able to finish, but her sensible side quickly took over, telling her it was too risky. O.. Okay Mr. Scott, Larissa sighed, before biting her lip and looking down when it finally hit her just what she'd been doing during that drive home. Her moans, the way she clutched Jack's arms, how she squirmed in her seat, it all filled her head leaving the girl painfully embarrassed. She was afraid she'd turned Jack off. Nodding her head repeatedly she glanced at him for a moment to mutter I-I will, see you tomorrow Jack. before getting out of his car and heading inside, looking around cautiously as she headed up to the front door. A few hours later Larissa was sat at her desk, studying. She'd long since managed to calm herself down and had changed out of her jeans and long sleeve top into a little pair of cotton shorts and a t-shirt. Her parents still hadn't arrived. Once she'd finished the last chapter of her textbook Larissa finally allowed herself to think about what happened that afternoon. Her eyes drifted over to her bed, immediately triggering the thought of her and Jack together between the sheets. She gasped and quickly looked away, only to be greeted by the image of Jack stroking and fingering her. Eventually Larissa gave in to her lewd fantasies, letting a hand move down under her shorts to rub her wanting sex, while the other moved up to clutch one of her breasts, pulling quiet, needy moans from her lips.
Thread: The Seductions of the Dark Side

Etti IV, one of the wealthiest planets in the Corporate Sector, and a popular stop for those with the skills, emans and propensity for work fitting into the legal grey area or leaning more towards black. The bar Arik Denal currently patronized smelled of the mingled foods, intoxicants and body odors of a few dozen different species as he slowly nursed his drink. The bar was the same type found on nearly every world with a major spaceport dirty, dingy and poorly-lit, the local music from the live band an odd combination of high-pitch reedy woodwinds and a deep percussion, over-laided with cooing of the not bad looking female Rodian lead. This part of the galaxy wasn't Arik's idea of a good stop for him, CorSec kept too tight a leash on things and on the rare occassion he could bribe his way out of trouble, they usually wanted three or four times what a similar 'donation' to an Imperial lackey would be. Unfortunately, he hadn't had much of a choice in the matter. His ship, a heavily modified Suwantek Systems TL-1800 transport named The Drunken Wookie, had developed a coolant leak, which not only caused him to burn fuel at nearly five times the normal rate, but also lead to a fire, forcing him to limp into port at sublight. He'd been a bit short on creds, forcing him into a situation of borrowing that was not... advantageous. However, it had allowed him to fix his ship and top off his tank giving him the opportunity to run a couple short 'extra-legal' operations to way back the creds owed. He'd even gotten lucky the recipient of one of his deliveries got pinched just before he dropped the cargo off, forcing him to sell it himself and make almost ten times what he was supposed to be paid. He'd paid back the loan, port fees, more fuel, even had some left over for minor modifications, consumables and some other minor bits bobs. Which was when the trouble started. his loan shark now claimed that Arik had ratted out the delivery target and owed him more money. Arik disagreed, and the gangster's emissaries had pulled on him, a mistake. He walked away they didn't. He probably should have split the planet, but he felt he was on a streak of luck, and was loath to break that. So here he sat, in a shady bar who's name he never bothered noticing, in a small alcove off to the side, his back to the wall, slowly sipping his cool beverage as he bid his time until his next score. Arik stood at a hair over six-foot two, 180 pounds of lean, muscle, his dirty blond hair shaved into a buzz cut reminiscent of his time in the Imperial Army, although he mainly did it to keep it out of his hazel eyes. For the moment, he was dressed in dark green cargo pants, a thick leather utility belt, black combat boots, black undershirt and a tan jacket over it, which also covered the heavy blaster pistol he kept on his shoulder.
Thread: The Seductions of the Dark Side

It was a damn good lucky streak, that was for sure. But luck went by many names across the galaxy, though few paid those stories any mind these days. For most the Jedi and Sith had been a far-off concern -- the elite of the galaxy whose struggles existed far above the pay grade of the average butcher, baker, or candlestick maker. But a Jedi or Sith could come from any place, and it was always by the same avenue -- the Force. An omnipresent entity that decided the fate of everyone from kings to killers and princes to paupers. An entity that let one dodge that blaster bolt. Arrive just in time or just too late, avoiding issues either way. And it came in many forms, too. The light in a farm boy. The dark in a pretty young thing in a black sleeve of a dress... Vera Koliss clicked her way up to the bar and settled herself sideways into the seat beside Arik. She was exquisitely made up -- just subtle enough to make one think it might have been just her. She was slender, albeit possessed of finely curved hipbones and soft breasts. Hi, she said, her voice downright sweet-sounding. What're you having, big boy? And compared to her, he really was. She could have only been 5'6 once one took into account her heels and hair. She was a slip of a girl, and only had eyes for him right then.
Thread: The Seductions of the Dark Side

The moment Vera walked into the bar, every eye in the place including Ariks' turned to her, seeming to size her up before turning back to their own business. There was suspicion, jealousy, confidence and not a small dose of carnal desires erupting in the dingy space upon her arrival. Arik himself tracked her from the moment she entered, knowing she was trouble. He could tell at a glance that she didn't belong, and people who didn't belong didn't come to scum holes like this bar unless they were in trouble. Which meant that dealing with them was, itself, trouble. As she sat down next to him, he kept an almost immaculate sabaac face, not that it mattered to one like Vera. He was a microcosm of the emotions from the bar in general suspicion, reluctance, hesitation and an undertone of arousal and desire emanating from him. In truth, she was everything he liked in women thin with some curves, nice breasts, wavy red hair and barely-there freckles. And the cut of her dress... well, it was dangerous given her surroundings. Arik made a show of looking over at her once she spoke, his eyes quickly traveling down then back up her form, his thoughts lingering on certain parts of her even if his eyes did not. He didn't say anything for several moments, his thoughts a rapidly moving jumble, before he turned back to watching the door. Not interested. I don't buy my company. he said, giving her the brush-off, having deciding that was the better option.
Thread: The Seductions of the Dark Side

And when Vera entered that bar, the average level of confidence skyrocketed. There was nothing but pride in her steps, elegance and confidence curving her spine and schooling her expression. Perhaps the most dangerous thing about her was her smile... unless one looked at her eyes. Sharp, bright and clear. Focused as a knife. And they were all on him, sizing him up as openly as he did her. He was strong -- she liked that in a man, someone larger and stronger than she. Well, physically at any rate. He was a soldier, that much she had learned from his dossier. Following his tenure in the armed forces the information became quite a bit sparser... but his latent sensitivity. Well. That much Vera could tell off-hand. And what if I was offering to buy you? Vera asked with a sunny smile. She held up a finger and canted her head towards the bar. Another of whatever this man is having, please. On here, she said as she slid a thin credit chit across the bar. She turned her attention back to Arik and folded her hands neatly in her lap. So, what may I call you? Vera asked, settling her chin down on her dainty right hand, looking at him over well-manicured nails.
Thread: The Seductions of the Dark Side

The scowling bartender brought by a glass of a some local drink a carbonated, non-alcoholic fruit juice. There was something about her that made him uneasy something that set off red flags even if he couldn't put his finger on it. Arik. And I don't do companionship work. Try someone else. And that was when his eyes darted to the door, a barabel and a weequay walked in, heading straight to the bartender. Arik cursed quietly and reached into his coat, the pop of a thumb-break disengaging was followed by the dull click of a safety disengaging, although he didn't draw the weapon. Not yet. He watched the pair as they conversed with the bartender, then started to search through the bar, drawing another curse from Arik. The pair were large, strong, and obviously armed. He stood up from his seat and shouted at them. I paid Grillak his money. I don't get shaken down for more I don't give a feth about his inconvenience fee or whatever he calls it. I paid him the loan, plus interest. That's all he's getting. The barabel started to reach for his pistol, but Arik was faster. In a blink he had his pistol out aimed. A modified DH-44 a favorite due to it's high power and ease of modification. It's holographic sight reticle flashed into being as soon as it left the holster, letting him target with both eyes open, avoiding the loss of peripheral vision most sight cause. His first shot spun the barabel around, his second and third caught him dead center in the back, tiny flames licking the borders of the singed holes in his clothing as he dropped to the floor. Without missing a beat, his fourth and fifth shots hit the weequay center of mass while his sixth hit just below his eye, dropping him just as easily as the first. He stepped over to the bar, slid the bartender a decently high-denomination cred chit for the trouble, returned to his alcove, downed the rest of his drink, and turned to the door, taking that as a sign that it was time to leave this rock.
Thread: The Seductions of the Dark Side

Vera laughed, and it was a musical sound. It wasn't at just his brush off and his attempt to leave... no, it came following Arik's equally casual murder of two foolish thugs that had asked questions with the intent of shooting later. They had to know by now that that simply wasn't how things worked. I never did say 'companionship,' Arik, Vera said as she pushed herself out of the stool. She moved with a sinuous grace, stepping easily over the bodies as if she was just trying to avoid puddles, not corpses. Something casual that she might have done a thousand times. Were you so distracted by how I looked that you didn't even think that there might be a job offer in here somewhere for you? Vera asked. She followed him all the way to the door, her arms crossed under her chest, her hips swaying slowly from side to side. I want passage off this rock from a man who can make sure I get away safely. And your resum is quietly smoldering on the floor behind us, Vera said. Impressive work, by the way, she said. She was reaching out to him, thin fingers brushing across his shoulder as she treated him to a devilish little smile.
Thread: Hitchhiking from Amsterdam to Portland. (MrBellroy & Ashddurn)

Chapter 1. Two New Beginnings. Ash was walking along the cold road some where in .. Nebraska? Hell she wasn't too sure herself. Of course she knew where this journey had began a week ago. She had graduated early from high-school. Stayed with her parents through the holidays. And now, she was wondering. She had zero idea where she was going. Probably a good reason why she had yet to get there. The trip had started in a small town outside of Detroit. The sort of town where she had no future. Sure she was beautiful, but, what was she going to do with that. Being a model held little interest for her. She definitively did not want to get stuck in Michigan. And had no chance of paying out of state tuition. Sure standard grants, and loans might pay instate. But for that she would need to be somewhere for a year. So she did something crazy, something fun. She packed up her bag, and put out her thumb. She didn't care where she was going. When she found it, she would be there. Though she was hoping for Portland. That seemed like a real place to be. At least from what she had heard about it. Of course she had a phone on her. And a large battery pack. She stayed in contact with her parents, who were worried about her. But They knew that Ash could not be contained. To be honest. Ash had thought that life would be harder on the road. She was a beautiful girl. She knew that. Six foot tall, leggy, blonde, not a bad rack, but an Ass you could bounce quarters on. But so far everyone that picked her up were the good christian sort. Some taking her home, letting her shower. Most that she was riding with for some time offering to buy her food. None trying to sleep with her. Hell she was starting to get offended by that. And now she was walking down the highway. It was two lane. Snow on the side of the road, but she was from the north. Tough, and was still in her shorts. Sure she had pants, but, she was preferring the shorts. Her hand down at her side, Thumb out, turning when she heard cars approach. She had been walking for almost half an hour when the Beemer slowed down, and stopped for her. She of coursed hurried to the window, leaning in. Thanks Mister.. give me a ride? smiling wide
Thread: Hitchhiking from Amsterdam to Portland. (MrBellroy & Ashddurn)

Eric was playing with his iPod connected to his car audio system trying to decide whether he wanted to listen to a podcast or music, one hand being on a leather wheel of his new car. He lived most of his life in London and Amsterdam and was still surprised that he actually owned a car. He sided on large BWM 7 series, one of the expensive ones without being too luxury, not that he liked BMW, but at some point he gave up, and he knew that he needed to buy some car, so it has to be German, because he wasn't sure that anyone else can be trusted with metal work. And then he used a coin toss to decide between Audi and BMW, deciding that Mercedes was a little bit obnoxious. For a man that decided a purchase on a coin toss he was pretty happy, and he drove most of his way with a grin on his face, though he didn't expect that this trip would take this long, his phone was drained and he burned his usb charger in hotel, using european adapter instead of local one, forgetting voltage difference. So here he was in a middle of NebraskaHe knew that Nebraska existed, probably overheard it in a movie or something, but he didn't know anything about this place, he wondered if he should stop somewhere and do sight seeing, but weather wasn't very cooperative. And then he saw her. At first Eric assumed that girl was wearing pinkish leggings, but as he approached her he realised that she was in shorts, and she wasn't blond enough to be Swedish. Eric chuckled at his own politically incorrect joke as he slowed down the car. He gave girl smile of his own, and his eyes smiled at her too, if somewhat slyly - Hey Mizz - He responded - Ride sounds fun, if you can be entertaining, where are you heading? - Eric asked the girl with a wink, lowering the volume of metal band he was listening.
Thread: Hitchhiking from Amsterdam to Portland. (MrBellroy & Ashddurn)

She opened the door and slid herself into the car. She careful put her medium sized bag into the back seat of the car. She was smiling a little bit at him, and played with her hair as she turned to him to answer his question. Any where realy... Trying to make it some place that I Like to start my life She said Having said the line a dozen times already. She sounded confident. She looked him over a little bit. She of course had heard the accent in his voice. But was not well enough versed in European accents to give it an accurate guess. If she had to put money on it she would have went Dane. But might revise her answer if he spoke more. She Sat back in the car, bending her legs a little bit, pointing them towards him, before grabbing the seat-belt, and buckling herself up. Before putting her hand out to him. Thanks for the ride. The name is Lilly, Lilly Wilde The corner of her mouth curving a little bit. It was her real name. As well as the only indication where any of her relatives had come over from the old country. She happened to know that her great great grandfather was a cousin to Oscar Wide, so she was at least part Irish. She had also stayed at the house of a nice grandmotherly woman the night before. Who allowed her to shower and have breakfast, before she hit the road again. She had not used perfume, but, after a long walk, and a bit of a car ride. She was smelling like a lovely young woman.
Thread: Hitchhiking from Amsterdam to Portland. (MrBellroy & Ashddurn)

Eric Bulle - Man said, extending his hand and embracing young girl's hand within his large palm and shaking it for a little while, he was pleased that he could understand the girl, his main complaint about English as a language was that people sort of freestyled their way in it, he lived and worked for a few years in London, but the moment he traveled north he would find himself in a land of people who suddenly decided to pronounce all the vowels on german or french manner from county to county, and America was no exception. He wished that people would just speak in the version of English that London or Hollywood kindly broadcasted, and abandon their dialects. But he couldn't hold up internal complaint for too long when young and sexy girl was seating next to him. Overlooking her tall legs, and Eric was was a leg man, he started speaking - Aren't you a bit too young for hitchhiking? - He asked her when girl finished with belt, and before she could answer him he downed accelerator speeding up, pushing girl into soft leather as he reached 110 miles in few seconds, later he would realise that it was miles and not kilometers, but it was a bit too late. I'm going to Portland by the way - He continued, while he was introducing his passenger to inertia, - Do you know if I should do something inNebraska before I live, anything to see, or experience? - He asked her, using a question as an excuse to check her out one more time, last time, he promised himself, he didn't have a partner for quite some time, and girl did distract him a bit more than he wanted to admit to himself.
Thread: Hitchhiking from Amsterdam to Portland. (MrBellroy & Ashddurn)

Lilly snorted a little bit at the Question. I don't think so. Ive always heard Nebraska described as a more boring version of Kansas The thought a little bit about where they were. Portland you say.. Always sounded like an interesting and hip place..... lets see.. the fastest way to Oregon would go through Wyoming.. and in wyoming you have Devils Rock, and of course Yellowstone. witch Im told is a place that everyone should see.. I've never been west of the Mississippi until two days ago myself.... Lets wee, then there is Idaho.. not sure if there is anything there other then Potatoes, and Portland has Mount Hood, and Mt Saint Hellens... Thinking about the direct route, and anything else that she might have heard of from that side of the country. She looked out at the road a little bit, Thinking some about the first question. And I think I'm just the right age to be hitchhiking. Seventeen, trying to find my place before college, seeing parts of the country I probably would never see otherwise.... discovering that Kansas and Nebraska are even more boring then the media Suggests.. She then looked the young professional next to her over a little bit. I grew up in Michigan and.. unless you liked early post USSR Estonia , then I would say avoid Detroit as well Knowing that he was European , and being one of thouse Americans determined to prove that were not all mindless troglodyte.