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by Pamela Cougars


  “Give it to me, come on…” She kept saying.

  Sean felt her juices dripping down her thighs, but he did not want to cum just yet. Not in that position, anyway. He pushed her back.

  “I wanna fuck you from behind…” He said, in a low tone. Ava went on all fours, just like she had done before.

  “Damn, I can’t get enough of that ass…” Sean sighed and led his cock back inside her pussy. He grabbed Ava by the hips and pushed it in.

  “Make me cum again, please.” She begged him. That time, Sean’s pace was not slow like earlier. Instead, he started pounding her hard from behind.

  “I’d love to make you cum, you sexy thing…” He thought.

  Sean watched her ass bounce, while he fucked her. His balls were slapping against her cheeks. Her pussy, warm and incredibly wet. Ava was so turned on that she even backed down on him, trying to control the pace herself. Their bodies synchronized after a few seconds. Their moans filled the room.

  Sean sensed his orgasm was close. Ava looked at him, over the left shoulder. She licked her upper lip, squinted at him and said to him:

  “You’re such a great fuck, I’m cumming again…”

  Sean kept staring at her ass. Sweat was dripping from his brow. Ava’s naked body was at his mercy. He quickened his pace even more. Ava herself stopped backing down on him, as if she had surrendered to him.

  He sent her into spasms of orgasmic pleasure for the fourth time that night. Her entire body quaked, flooding his cock with more juices. He pulled it out; he was desperate to cum on her ass.

  “Oh shit, I’m cumming…” He groaned and came all over her big ass. Sean collapsed next to her, exhausted and panting.

  “You’ve got some serious moves for a guy your age, you know that?” She said to him. She had a content look on her face.

  “Huh…” Sean smirked at her.

  “Thanks, but it all depends on the woman, really.”

  “Meaning?”

  “It’s like cars. You can’t drive a Ford GT the way you would drive a Ford Fiesta.”

  “I’m sorry, but I’m not familiar with cars, can you explain?”

  “The Ford GT is a supercar, Ava. Fiestas are tiny little cars you use to go to the grocery or something.”

  Ava laughed hard. She then crawled into his arms, caressing his abdomen.

  It had finally become very clear to Sean that whatever had happened between him and Karlie was water under the bridge. The night he had spent with Ava had made a big difference. Not just because she was great in bed, but also because she had made him understand that living in the present is so much better than living in the past.

  He would not spend another moment missing anyone. Sean was determined to live his life to the fullest. Being with Ava was a big no-no, although he would not say no to another night with her.

  A relationship was the last thing on his mind. The only thing Sean wanted was some peace of mind, along with some pure fun…

  Story 8

  Jessica moved through the kitchen inspecting the work of the caterers. They glanced over their shoulders at Jess and she could see the smoldering behind their eyes. No one liked having someone inspecting their work especially if they thought they knew what they were doing. The problem was that everyone thought they knew, but it was Jess’s job to be sure that everything Sue and Ben wanted for their anniversary party was delivered even when the young couple wasn’t sure what they wanted. Jess was the queen bitch party planner in her mid thirties and at the top of her game. She was hired for a reason and any member of the catering staff that didn’t like it could take a walk. They would be explaining to their boss why they should keep their job when the top party planner on the west coast wanted them fired.

  “Keep the plates even,” she said. “More on this one and less on those two. Is there a problem?”

  “No problem. You’ve got it, Ms. Jess,” the young man said.

  Jess looked him up and down. She liked compliance in her young men. She liked a tight muscular butt like his too. Maybe she had time to pull him aside for a talk and a little bit more. A little stress release before the big show was always advisable. Time was as tight as the server’s ass, so she needed to focus.

  Jess moved from the kitchen into the dining hall of the mansion. The tables were arranged and the center pieces were set to her perfect specifications. The staff was laying out the silver. Jess weaved between the tables eyeing each setting for perfect placement. She could tell by sight if the distances were right. She had already given the staff a little hell and they were doing it right now. She still made sure to walk through to be seen, so they would remember to do it right even when she wasn’t watching.

  On the far side of the room, Jess stretched and made her back pop. It caused her breasts to stand out large and impressive inside her bright blue dress. She reached up to feel the blond curls sculpted up on top of her head. It was elegant and ungaudy so as not to draw too much attention away from the real focuses of the anniversary party – happy customers.

  Sue and Ben walked in together at the archway. Jess grabbed up two flutes of champagne from the display around the fountain. The bartender looked up at Jess as she passed. He had the smoldering look in his eyes.

  She waved back with one of the glasses. “You have two empty spots back there. Take care of that, please.”

  He nodded and looked away. “Yes, ma’am. Right away.”

  Jess stepped up to the couple. They were in their early twenties and just out of college. She also saw that there was about two feet between them. That felt like a problem. It was a little early in their marriage to be having distance, she thought.

  She held up the flutes. “I have two extra. Can you help me take care of the excess to celebrate a perfect prep for your party?”

  They both smiled and took the glasses from her.

  Ben said, “Anything to help.”

  He was tall. His hair was brown and combed down in a pattern that looked like a prep school kid instead of a grown man. When she looked at his broad shoulders and the fit of his suit, she saw all man.

  Sue sipped her champagne and said, “I needed that.”

  Her breasts were modest and her blond hair hung around at chin length in a way that made her look mousey. Jess noted Sue had a nice bubble butt that Ben probably enjoyed immensely. Having a nice rounded ass herself, Jess appreciated it on other women. She had done her fair share of experimenting in college and still had a taste for the fairer sex from time to time.

  “I double checked your guest list and the seating with the recent political concerns you brought to my attention,” Jess said. “The fellows that find themselves on opposite sides of the spending bill find themselves at different tables. All should be well.”

  “Good,” Ben said. He took another swallow from his glass. “That mostly came from my father … and mother.”

  “You do everything your father orders,” Sue said and shook her head. “And your mother …”

  “You certainly don’t mind spending his money after I make him and her happy,” Ben said.

  “We both enjoy the money.” Sue turned away from him as she kept drinking. “I guess someone should be happy.”

  “Not much else to do around here.” He muttered.

  Jess looked back and forth between them. “The party will go off without a hitch. I’ve got every detail locked down. Nothing for you guys to do except celebrate, network, and press the flesh, like you asked.”

  Sue took a deep breath and exhaled slowly over her nearly empty glass. Jess thought she might have to grab her another. It probably wasn’t the best idea to get the hostess rip roaring drunk before the first guests arrived. Slightly buzzed, but under control was the sweet spot in most cases.

  Sue said, “You’re the best, Jess. Thank you.”

  Ben sniffed. “At least some flesh should be pressed before the night is over, don’t you think, dear?”

  Sue turned and left out through the archway. Ben shook his head
and wandered around and up the stairs.

  Jess watched them both go and rolled her eyes. She had no idea what had them both worked up except the normal bullshit of being married and the stress of a big social event. This one was laced with more politics than most anniversary parties she planned and coordinated, but all west coast high class affairs were political to some degree. This couple was having deeper issues. She hoped it wouldn’t blow up during the party. Jess planned to keep everything locked down and on point if she had to keep a stranglehold on every person and every detailed involved. They could blow up as a couple later and Jess would help plan both their divorce parties. Tonight was not going to be that blow up if it took every bit of energy she had.

  Jess turned and grabbed another flute of champagne for herself before hustling back toward the kitchen. She heard the bartender grunt behind her, but Jess did not acknowledge him. If he noticed enough to be upset, he noticed enough to refill the empty spot. She finished it and passed the flute off to one of the servers before reentering the kitchen.

  Ben’s mother was peeking around the caterers and pointing at things. That wouldn’t do. Jess walked up and stepped in between.

  “Can I help you?” Ben’s mother asked.

  “I hope so,” Jess said. “I have the party details like setting and food covered. I just rearranged the seating chart based on concerns about the awful dust up about that spending bill.”

  Ben’s mother rolled her eyes. “Good luck with that. I’m paying top dollar for this party and everyone will be out of sorts over who gets to spend the most taxpayer money.”

  “Your money will be well spent. That I promise you,” Jess said. “If you can help me manage the greetings on the arriving guests, that would go a long way.”

  “Why would I ever take on such a pedestrian task?”

  “Senators may be spoiling for a partisan fight, but they won’t show their displeasure in front of the matriarch of their hosts for the night,” Jess said. “If we can get them on their best behavior upon entering the door, you might have control of the whole room through the night.”

  Ben’s mother smiled. “I like that idea.”

  “I’ll have a member of my staff see you to the entrance and be sure you have everything you need while you are greeting,” Jess said.

  Jess snapped her fingers and sent one of her girls away with the mother out of the kitchen.

  “Thank you,” the caterer said behind her.

  Jess shook her head without looking. “Whatever she told you, ignore it. Do exactly what I told you and nothing else.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Jess circled out and found herself at the foot of the stairs. Sue had wandered to the other end of the house. She might have continued out into the garden in the back acres. From there, she could have worked her way down the cliff trails to their private section of beach. It depended on how mad she was. She seemed pretty mad. If Jess could deal with something else first, she might catch Sue on the way back after she had cooled off a bit. That might be better.

  So, Jess looked up the stairs. Ben had stormed off in that direction. Maybe to their bedroom or one of the upstairs studies? She was good at reading people. It was an aspect of being the best at her job at this level and in these environments. She thought Ben would go to one of the studies. The bedroom would be a shared space for him and Sue, so he would want to be mad somewhere that was his where he could be in complete charge. She was guessing the main library near the front of the house overlooking where everyone came in. There was a humidor box in there and a bar inside a globe. He seemed mad enough to want to smoke and drink in defiance of his wife.

  Jess took the stairs and made a right to check the library first. Ben was there looking out one of the tall windows between shelves. He had one hand resting on the top of the globe. A scotch neat sat on the edge of an antique table beside a couch in front of him.

  He had a cigar in the other hand hooked by one finger. Ben drew it under his nose to sniff it. He didn’t appear to have a lighter out. She had one and could offer him a light to start the conversation. He would accept it, if she offered, but Jess got a sense that he did not actually want to smoke it. He was holding it and smelling it. She had seen him do so before without smoking. He was under the shadow of his father and maybe the cigars held some power in that way. She decided not to push him into smoking it.

  She was already approaching him when she said, “May I came in?”

  He opened the humidor and replaced the cigar before closing it. “Of course, what can I do for you, Jess?”

  She sat down on the sofa in front of him near the table and his drink. “I’m here to see to you two. I should be asking what you need from me today.”

  He took up his scotch and took a long swallow. “You’ve done all we can ask for and more.”

  “And yet all is not well.”

  He shook his head. “Not everything can be solved with a good party, Jess. We’ll get through today, I promise.”

  “I’d love it, if we could do better than just get through.”

  Ben set his glass back down and frowned. “You need me to smile more or something, Jess?”

  “I don’t need anything, Ben. You guys have been excellent clients and you will have an excellent anniversary party whether you enjoy it or not.”

  He laughed and said, “Good to know. That takes off some pressure.”

  “I wish there was something I could do to take off more pressure before you found yourself in the spotlight all night,” Jess said.

  “Yes, I as well.”

  “I know I have no place to ask, Ben, but I’m going to anyway. If it is ugly that I do so, we can pretend I didn’t later. What is the tension about? Why so much pain between you two so quickly into your marriage?”

  Ben bit his lip and turned to the side. He was still mostly facing Jess, but he was staring miles away. “I don’t know. It was political. Our marriage wasn’t exactly arranged, but it was the product of forces bigger than ourselves. That’s not enough to build love off of and we tell ourselves that is just a construct, but it turns out that it does matter. We had very little of it when we started and we used up what we had in reserve. Now we are here.”

  “You don’t love her?” Jess asked.

  “I don’t … I don’t know. I know there is not much to build a future off of if something doesn’t change soon,” Ben said.

  “How bad is it between you two?” Jess asked. “I heard the biting comments downstairs, of course.”

  “We fake it in front of guests,” he said. “Not so much in front of staff. No offense, Jess.”

  “None taken,” she said. “I’m sorry you are going through this. If there was anything I could do, I would. Anything.”

  “I know.” He shook his head and blinked several times. Jess was worried he was about to start crying. That would not do at all. Ben would be all raw nerves then right when Jess needed him to be cool and collected. She needed to deescalate the situation in a hurry. She opened her mouth to speak, but Ben spoke again before she could. “We haven’t had sex in over a year.”

  “Holy shit.” The exclamation escaped Jess’s mouth before she could contain it.

  Ben actually laughed. “Yeah, I know. I haven’t told anyone before now. It feels good to actually say something. God, it’s been so hard.”

  “I can’t imagine,” Jess said.

  Ben shrugged. “When was the last time you had sex?”

  Jess sighed. “Yesterday. Twice. Once in the morning with a guy that stayed over and once that afternoon with an old friend I met for lunch.”

  Ben laughed and then sighed. “Only twice, huh? Rough life.”

  “I get by.” She winked at him.

  “No sex today though?” he asked.

  “I had a party to plan.”

  “Oh, I see.”

  “Do you want me to give you a few more minutes and then bring you down for show time?” she asked.

  Ben stared at the window behind
Jess, but she had the distinct impression that he wasn’t really seeing anything. He wasn’t looking at anything past it. Jess thought maybe she had played this wrong. His confession had caught her off guard. She was surprised he had not exploded going a year without sex. She wondered if he had stepped out to get his satisfaction from other women since his wife cut him off. She did not want to know. Still, she needed him on point for this party to work and she could not afford to be known as the party planner that oversaw Ben and Sue’s epic meltdown. She cared about them to an extent, but this was business and having their disaster on her resume would not do at all. Jess felt she might have painted herself into a corner with Ben and maybe Sue too. She suspected she might have to get messy to get herself out of this mess. Jess wasn’t above getting messy in order to win.

 

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