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Branches hit the window as the howling wind blew through the cold autumn night. Groggy eyed, Gregor sits up and takes a look around his room. It being only lit by the moonlight which was more radiant than usual, he noticed a red glisten from across the room on his bookshelf. Unsure what it was, Gregor got up from his bed. He rubbed his eyes as he made his way to the item.
It was a decently sized room. Not caring much for decorating, it was also bland. Nothing on the walls other than a small cork board hung right above his desk to pin case information. On the other side of the room was the bookshelf filled with books Gregor had never and never plans to read.
“GAH! You son of a bitch.” Gregor let out as he stubbed his toe on his bed frame. Continuing to the bookshelf he looked on the second highest shelf. On the bookshelf was a red heart shaped broach. “What are you doing here?”
Playing around with the broach he made his way over to his desk where he then looked at his pile of files. The ones on top being cases of robberies that have been occurring for the past three months. While investigating the first case of what turned into this string of burglaries, Gregor stumbled upon this broach when looking through the mess. It was a fine piece of jewelry, yet no jeweler in the whole city could make out where it was from. Gregor then opened his top drawer and placed the broach in it.
He made his way back to the edge of the bed. Looking outside he sat and pondered the significance of the broach. The owner of the residence had never seen the broach before, so it had to be the culprits. Yet, why would someone who is going on a heist wear such a piece? No thief would wear accessories knowing it had the potential of falling and leaving behind evidence. That is unless they wanted to get caught.
The next morning Gregor left his house weary after the unpleasant sleep that followed the broach incident. There was light rain on his way to a coffee. He made his way lost in his train of thought about the cases. The robberies have been going on for months now but there have been few to no leads. Whoever was doing this was good at what they were doing. Their only mistake being losing the broach.
Entering the cafe, a bell rang. It was more relaxed than usual. Some people must’ve stayed cooped up in their house to avoid the hassle with the rain. It didn’t matter to Gregor one bit as it meant he’d get his drink faster. It was a cozy little shop. Vines crawling up the cream painted walls, a counter made from walnut wood, and a little library set up in the corner fill with classics.
“I’ll take a large black coffee”
“I’m sorry sir, we don’t have large. We have tall, grande, or venti” Said the barista.
Gregor looked at the man in confusion. He had never seen this worker before, so he must be a new hire. He was a tall, thin fellow. Had long silky black hair, a wide smile, and one of his eyes was blue. As well as a noticeably large chest. Looking at the man’s well defined pecs he saw a name tag that read Hong Lu.
“Give him a Venti.” Said the owner of the shop Meursault. “Listen, we have those fancy names on the menu, but no one ever uses them so just use some common sense. Got it?”
“Ah I see” The new hire said with a smile. He made his way to the station to pour the coffee.
“Sorry about that Greg, it’s his first day. That’ll be $4.50”
“Eh, don’t worry about it. Here you go”
“How’s work going for you these days?”
“It’s the usual. Go into a scene, look at the mess, and try to connect pieces. Been a lot tougher these days though”
“Is that so? Does it have to do with the robberies around these parts lately?”
Gregor hesitatingly looked up to Meursault, “Yeah, there’s just something about them.”
“Here you go!” Said tall and slender. “Have a nice day.”
“Uh huh, you too.” Gregor said, looking towards Meursault who looked just as annoyed and shrugged.
Gregor left the shop and returned to his route.
Walking into his office he was greeted by his apprentice, Don Q. She was a quirky little lad that showed a lot of ambition. Filled with more energy than she looks like she could carry given her shortness.
“Good morrow boss!” She exclaimed while fixing up her desk. “We’ve got another case.”
“Morning Don” groaned Gregor who was never prepared to deal with such enthusiasm. “Another burglary?
“BINGO! Your cunningness never ceases to amaze me.”
“Cunningness? It was just a hunch.”
Gregor opened the new file to see what was stolen this time. From a glance the items that have been stolen were mundane objects. Yet someone is out there searching for them. The first case dealt with a missing red clock followed by a red dagger, a sculpture of a pair of wings, and a spy glass. None of these items are connected and the parties also show no connections. So what was the purpose for ravaging households for these items?
“Let’s see what was stolen this time.” Gregor tilted his head as he read the report. “Don… this is from you”
“That is correct sir. It appears my lucky boots were stolen yesterday evening.” Don’s expression grew sorrow some. “You see, Sinclair and I met up at the library on 12th St. for a few hours. When I returned to my residence I noticed the door was ajar. I walked in and it was a mess. All cupboards and storage units emptied out.”
“And you’re sure you didn’t just mis-place them?”
“I could never do such sir. They always remain in my storage bench at the foot of my bed.”
“I see.” Scratching at his chin Gregor grew more perplexed than he was when he came into the office. Now adding a pair of boots that looked to be at the end of its life to the list. “Have you cleaned up the mess?”
“Why of course. I couldn’t go about with my place sullied.”
Gregor groaned, rubbing his temples as he expected such from his apprentice. Don’s work as a detective was subpar at best. Though Gregor didn’t have the heart to break it to her. He mostly has been keeping her around as an assistant but gave her the title of apprentice to stop her pestering after not being taken in by any other agencies.
Gregor rounded up Don to go back to her place so that he could investigate the scene despite her cleaning up. On their way over Don went rambling on about the books that she and Sinclair were reading for their book club.
As they made their way back to the office, something caught Gregor’s attention. A woman was approaching them. A tall woman with long brown hair and red lipstick. She was wearing sunglasses, a brown trench coat with some black high heels, as if she needed the extra height. In a state of admiration Gregor had blocked out what Don was talking about. He only had her on his mind now. She approached and walked past them.
Who was she? Gregor passed through these streets everyday passing by numerous people who blended into the background. She was different though, something about her caught his attention like no other before. As they walked Gregor took a look back, but she was no longer in sight.
Back at the office Gregor and Don resumed their normal work day. Gregor would be going through files and trying to find clues and connections while Don answered the calls and did her best at the cases that Gregor thought she could handle, which were mostly missing pet cases. The cases were small but did help bring in more revenue which gave some reason to keep Don around. Unable to focus on the photos of the crime scenes in front of him, Gregor found himself thinking about the woman that passed them.
When the work day was over, Gregor said his goodbye to Don. Needing to get his mind off of things he knew the perfect place to go to. The place he goes to everyday after work and even more so on the weekend. The Great Lakes Tavern. It was where Gregor would meet up with his friends to help take his mind off of things and relax. Something he desperately needed after the exhausting day.
“Look at who decided to show up.” Said a disgruntled gentleman sitting at the bar. Dressed in his usual black slacks and purple button-up with suspenders. It was Heathcliff. A rather blunt and short-tempered guy who seemed to always choose the aggressive route when it came to disputes.
“I’m here at the usual time you imbecile. How many drinks have you downed already?”
“Enough to already have almost started a fight.” said Ishmael, the bartender.
“No surprise there.” Gregor chuckled.
“What’s new today?” asked Ryoshu who was sitting next to Heathcliff and was nearly done with their cup.
These four were good friends who saw each other nearly every single day. They would spend hours at the tavern every work day to decompress and have fun… or at least what they considered fun. Ishmael being the bar keep would gossip with every customer that came in and acted as their therapist. The others would play cards, dice, or darts which would end in arguments.
Gregor sighed, “Another robbery case. This time with Don.”
The gang looked shocked. They knew about the robberies most of the details since Gregor would use them to vent to. Though they didn’t pay much attention and just drank, it caught them by surprise that it happened to someone close to him like Don.
“Wow, what’d they take?” asked Heathcliff.
“Nothing more than her run down boots.”
“Hmm, why would someone go through all this trouble for such junk?”
“That’s what got us beat. None of the items nor persons connect. All separate incidents with people who don’t know each other.”
The gang talked a bit more about the case. A couple drinks later Gregor started to relax and moved to other topics. Starting a game of poker and now in a hazy headspace, she had popped up in his head again. As he started to think about her, the others noticed a change in Gregor’s change in demeanor.
“Oi, it’s your turn.” Heathcliff said upset about the delay for his winning move.
“Ugh, sorry. Something came to mind.”
Ryoshu picked up cards from the deck. “What’s on your mind now?”
Heathcliff slammed his cards onto the table. “Read em and reap boys.” Ryoshu was quick to send a quick yet mighty punch to his gut which sent him down back into his seat. Gregor and Ryoshu laughed as Heathcliff tried to pull himself together.
Gregor sighed. “Earlier, as Don and I were walking back to the office, I saw a woman.”
“Oh?” Heathcliff said excitedly. “What’d she look like?”
As Gregor started to describe her, a bell rang as the tavern door opened. Ishmael who was next with them and listening to the conversation looked to the door and smirked. Hearing the description of the woman that had caught Gregor’s eye now walking in, she knew this was going to get interesting.
The bar counter was relatively small with only 7 seats, Ryoshu was sitting 2 seats from the edge and Heathcliff to her left who was then followed by Gregor. The only reasonable seat to take was that which was one over from Gregor who was still in cloud nine talking to the group not paying attention to her walking in.
Ishmael tapped the spot in front of Gregor to get his attention and moved towards the rather beautiful lady. Ishie instantly understood why she was stuck in Gregor's mind. Fancying ladies herself she found the woman to be very attractive as well. Thinking about how she was far out of his league. For a moment, she thought to herself of making a move instead. Though she already grabbed Gregor's attention, it was too late for that. As well as not knowing how to approach someone with such beauty herself.
Gregor stopped talking and looked towards Ishmael. “What can I get you?” She said to the person who wasn’t there a minute before. He focused on her and through his intoxicated mind couldn’t believe what he saw. It was her.
Heathcliff and Ryoshu soon after caught onto what was happening and gave each other a smirk and chuckled at what the mess they knew was about to unfold.
“I’ll take a vodka cran” she said.
“On your way ma’am.” Ishmael said as she reached toward the glass.
Making herself more comfortable the lady started taking off her soaked trench coat as she just escaped the rough rain that was ongoing. As if she didn’t already have the gang's attention, something new made this incoming interaction more troublesome for Gregor.
As she took off her coat they noticed that she was wearing a light grey long sleeve shirt with a cut exposing cleavage underneath a dark grey deep v-shaped vest unveiling quite the assets that they hadn’t noticed before. We’re talking gargantuan melons. Bigger than melons even, maybe watermelons. These puppies would put the name mommy milkers to shame. Cows would be jealous of how much milk these udders would carry. The guys of the group wouldn’t even be able to put into proper measurements the glorious rack this woman was carrying. The woman on the other hand estimated the set to be 36M. To sit comfortably and not too far from the counter she had to adjust and lay them on the counter. With each breath she took they seemed to grow to the point of bursting out of the buttoned up vest. None of them could comprehend the size of the bazongas they were looking at. Ishmael and Ryoshu looked down at their chest and grew envious yet sorry for this woman as they couldn’t imagine the back pain of the woman. They all looked at each other questioning what sort of magic that trench coat possessed to hide such mammoth sized tits.
“Was there anything else?” The lady asked Ismael who paused in the middle of making the vodka cran.
“Oh um, no no.” She said nervously, continuing to make the drink. She turned to face the group so that the woman wouldn’t make out what she was about to do. She mouthed towards Gregor, “That’s her?”
Gregor gave a slight nod which then caused Ryoshu and Heathcliff to start holding back laughter as all but Gregor was thinking that he did not stand a chance.
Ishmael finished making the drink and slid it over to the woman. “Here ya go ma’am. Would you like to pay now or open a tab?”
“Tab please.”
“You’ve got it.” Ishmael brought out the tab notes. She looked towards Gregor and sighed. While once thinking that she could swoop in and take the goddess of beauty, she now thought of helping out a friend… since he desperately needed it after the new revelation occurred. “And what’s the name for the tab?” She asked her
Gregor has come to this place nearly everyday for years and has seen Ismael open tabs for countless people who come and go from this establishment. Yet she has never asked for a name before.
“Rodion.” She replied
“Let me know if there’s anything else I could help you with.” Ishmael said before making her way back to the group.
They all huddled together, trying their best to whisper to not become too obvious that they were gonna talk about Rodion. Though they did a very poor job.
“Are you kidding me lad?” Heathcliff said giggling. “There’s not enough luck in the world to have you pull her.”
Ryoshu and Ishmael nodded in agreement. “Hell, Ishie here probably has a better shot than you.” Ryoshu replied.
“Gee, thanks for the words of encouragement guys.” Gregor groaned. Still intoxicated he was now even more unsure how to go about talking to her given the unforeseen circumstances that came afoot.
“I don’t know about that Ry. You saw those things. I’d have too much trouble focusing on the conversation and just getting distracted by all the moving they’ll be doing with the slightest movement she makes.”
Heathcliff let out a bellowing laughter. “You rookies don’t know the slightest thing about catching the eye of a lass like that.”
“Oh yeah?” Ryoshu said in a teasing manner.
“Look here Greg. It’s not gonna be easy for you… in fact nearly impossible.” He explained. “A lady like that is bound to be fond of a good meal. I know you don’t know much about cooking but I’ve got a recipe that’s so simple that a twit like you couldn’t possibly mess up.”
Not even sure if what Heathcliff was explaining was going to work, the group listened as he explained the recipe of a nice steak with his special mashed potatoes. The secret was to let the steak marinade in a little bit of red wine thirty minutes before cooking.
Rodion called for Ishmael. “Bartender.”
“Yes?”
“I’d take a Moscow mule.”
“Coming your way.”
“Now’s your time kid.” Heathcliff said to Gregor.
Gregor took a big gulp. He wasn’t sure if he had it in him to pull this off. What was he going to say? He wasn’t even sure how to lead up to the point of cooking for her. He wasn’t sure when he was going to have the next opportunity like this though. It’s been ages since I was able to bring a girl home, but none of them compared to the goddess of beauty (and possibly fertility considering the size of those breasts that were big enough to feed a whole bunch of little ones).
“I ain’t seen you round these parts. New to town?” Gregor said, noticeably nervous.
Rodion finished taking a drink from the glass. Got a napkin to wipe her mouth as she turned to face Gregor. Looking at the man with eyes of judgement she looked him up and down.
“Somewhat. Been here for a few months now. Barely getting the chance to explore around.”
“Why you’ve found a good place for cheap drinks and a good time.”
“A good time?” She asked looking around the place to see it dead with these fools lounging around and some decent music softly playing.
Gregor laughed, “Yeah. Come here more often and you’ll find the charm of this place.”
Rodion roller her eyes. “Mhm, sure. We’ll see about that.”
Gregor could tell that he wasn’t going anywhere with this. In a sense of desperation he turned to Ishmael. “Go ahead and put her tab on mine.” He then turned back to her. “Go ahead and get whatever you please. You’ll see that the bartender here makes quite the drinks.”
“They’re decent at best. Would you have any recommendations that would change my mind?”
Gregor looked back to Ishmael. “Give her my usual.” She got a glass and started pouring. “One night the lot of us were messing around and mixing whatever we could in a challenge to make the most disgusting drink. First one to not finish the drink lost. We each took a turn to add a little something, and low and behold we actually made something that surprised us all and became one of our little specialties.”
As he was finishing telling the tale of this drink, Ishmael pushed a martini glass towards Rodion. The drink had three layers to it being blue at the bottom followed by white and purple and with a slice of an orange on the brim. Rodion looked at it curious as she’s never seen a drink like it. Almost unsure if they were skewing with her, she lifted the glass. Bringing it ever closer to her bright red lips as she took a sip she was surprised. It was unlike anything she ever had.
“Now that is a surprise.” She said in shock.
“See, told ya.”
“What's in it?”
“Ah ah ah, that's our little secret. Can’t have this be served elsewhere. If you ever want it again? Just gives more reason to come back here.”
“For this, I just might.”
“Not a place like it elsewhere.” Ryoshu chimed in.
“That's for sure.” Said Heathcliff.
“Where are my manners?” Gregor chuckled. “Name’s Gregor. These blokes are Ishmael, Heathcliff, and Ryoshu.”
The gang started to introduce themselves properly to her. They all started to chat and joke around. More drinks were had and now they had a new player to their games.
An hour or so into having the new member, Heathcliff, Ishmael, and Ryoshu gave a look to each other and smirked. They now had a little plan of their own. As they chatted one by one they started to tell impressive stories about Gregor. Ryoshu telling the tale of a near impossible case he had solved, to Ishmael almost reenacting an awesome dart play that Gregor somehow managed to pull off with his prosthetic arm.
“And don’t get me started on this man’s cooking.” Heathcliff said. “Once after we hit up this place we went back to my loft and this man made the meanest steak with mashed potato.” He heavily patted Gregor's back.
“Hmm, steak and mashed potatoes sure does sound good right now.” Rodion said. Heathcliff was right in his earlier assumption of her liking food. Though her figure would say otherwise, she was always a gal with quite the appetite. Though some would argue the weight went to some better places and that she carried it well. “Luckily a nice steak is what I was planning for my dinner tonight.”
“Perfect! You could have this lad treat you to a meal.” Heathcliff said laughing heavily.
Rodion looked at Gregor with a grin. Now looking at him with different eyes. “What’d you say? You down to come be my little chef for the night?”
Gregor spit out his drink. They did it. In a state of disbelief he looked to her, smiled, and said, “For a lady such as yourself? It would be my pleasure.”
Getting a final drink the gang had their final share of laughs for the night. Ishmael playing the winning hand ending Ryoshu’s winning streak caused the others to roar in cheers as they knew what sort of ego would stir in Ryoshu’s head if they ended the night with that streak. They settled back down, Ishmael started to clean the area after the mess Heathcliff made spilling his drink when he cheered. The others started gathering their things as they prepared to take off. Remembering Heathcliff’s recipe, Ishmael grabbed a good bottle of wine and handed it to Gregor for him to use.
Just as Heathcliff started to grab his jacket, the tavern door opened which caused the little bell right above to ring. This grabbed his attention as he looked to the door.
A tall slender man came walking in. Looking lost as they had never been to such an establishment, they looked around the room. He stood at the door for a while before slowly making his way to the counter. Heathcliff had never seen him before, but Gregor, who happened to look over as well, instantly remembered the face of the barista from Meursault's cafe from earlier in the day.
“Hey there. You’re the new kid from the cafe right?” Gregor said.
“Oh hi, yeah. Fancy seeing you here. Greg was it?”
“Gregor actually, your boss just calls me that for short.”
“Ah, I see.” He said with his smile that had seemed to never stray from his face.
Rodion, Gregor, and Ryoshu continued packing their things. Now distracted and enamored at this new chap who walked in, Heathcliff decided staying a bit longer wouldn’t hurt anyone. He put his bag and jacket back onto one of the seats and sat just a seat over from Hong Lu.
The others made their way to the door who noticed Heathcliff's absence. Looking back to the counter they now saw him with another drink looking flushed as he was talking to the barista. The three smiled and laughed wishing their friend luck as they walked out the door.
Walking towards the corner of the block, it was now time for Ryoshu to depart from these two. They walked just a few blocks chatting and getting to know each other a bit more. Apparently Rodion moved here about six months ago for a new job. It was a long move and now she’s in a new city where she knows no one. She checked out a handful of places before finding her way to the tavern as she was trying to find some place that caught her attention. This the tavern seemed to do the job, or at least the people that were in it.
“Here we are.” She said, They stopped in front of a nice looking townhouse. Gregor was impressed. He merely lived in a single bedroom apartment yet she lived in this nice place. Looking around more at the surrounding properties he could tell this was a much nicer neighborhood. What had he got himself into? He had thought to himself. There’s no way this would go anywhere.
Rodion opened the door. They walked into a nicely decorated living room. A dark brown couch sat in the middle in front of a fireplace, with some knick-knacks on the shelf. There was a nice wooden coffee table as well that had today’s newspaper and an empty coffee mug atop a coaster. Bookshelves covered the walls and filled to the brim. Gregor thought about the single bookshelf he had in his room in shame. She couldn’t have read all of these books right?
“You’ve got quite the place.”
“Why thank you.” She replied with a smile. Making her way to the fireplace she ignited a match and set the wood ablaze. What was once a dark quiet living room turned into a dimly lit room with the comforting sounds of wood crackling. “Why don’t you take a seat and make yourself comfortable while I get things prepared.”
“Sounds good.”
He made his way to the couch as she walked through the hallway entering her room. He continued looking around and saw the unique piece she had hanging on her walls. On the forest green walls hung dozens of photos. Some of her accompanying someone or of others. A large painting stood above the fireplace. It appeared to be a lake with a forest surrounding it and a castle on the far end. He stood up to get a closer look at the piece. Now with a closer view he could tell that this artist spent a lot of time on the piece as it held an extreme amount of detail. Looking close you could see a deer at the edge of the forest next to the castle. Impressed with the art he was looking at he then returned back to the couch.
“You ready? Rodion asked from the hallway. The sound of high heels filled the room as she made her way back to the living room.
“Uh yeah.” Gregor responded dumbfounded. He turned towards the hallway entrance and his jaw dropped.
As he looked at the doorway, he saw the figure of a beautiful six foot tall woman in heels standing there. That’s it, just heels. The woman leaned on the doorframe with her right hand.
“Good.”
“W-what are you doing?” Gregor said flustered. He shot right up from the couch. His face instantly grew red as he was not ready to see such a figure in front of him.
She slowly walked over to him. In a sensual manner putting one foot in front of the other. “What’s wrong?”
“Didn’t you want me to cook for you?”
“Oh come on now darling. Did you really believe that?” She was now at the other end of the couch as Gregor stood there. Incapacitated from the sight before him. What are the chances that I was going to have the meal that your buddy was describing ready to cook?”
Now getting more nervous as she approached closer he struggled to make eye contact with her and instead frantically looked in all other directions. “I did question the possibility when you mentioned it. Though the chances of that happening would be slim, so there was a slight chance.”
“It’s cute seeing you all flustered like this.” She said, making her way closer to him. “I saw the way you were looking at me back there. Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“I mean yes, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon and so fast.”
Rodion approached closer. Now standing right next to him she gave him a little shove to sit back on the couch. She followed and was not sitting next to him. Gregor now getting a better read of the situation became less flustered. It has been a while since he has been intimate with another causing him to not be in the right headspace for a bit.
Now thinking straight he looked towards the beautiful woman who was next to him and moved in for a kiss.
Wrapped in each other's arms in front of the lit fireplace the two embraced each other. He would run his hands through her long silky smooth hair as she dug her nails into his back and scratched. This went on for what seemed to be fifteen minutes.
A million things were going through Gregor’s mind. How did he get so lucky? Why did she start so suddenly? Why was he still dressed?
“Why don’t we get you out of those clothes. You don’t wanna leave a pretty lady to be naked alone now do you?” She said as she started to undress him. It was like she was reading his mind just now.
The two were now in front of each other in their pure forms. Nothing separating them from embracing each other any more. Gregor looked down onto the breasts that were right in front of him.
“See something you like?”
Gregor slowly licked his lips and nodded, not straying his eyes from the two beautiful mounds. He leaned in closer to suck on her right breast. Grabbing the left with such gentle force. Feeling the softness in the palm of his hand he grew hard. As if he wasn’t already
Rodion let out soft moans as she felt his tongue softly caressed her nipple. She was especially sensitive there with the smallest of physical touches sending pleasure coursing through her body. With Gregor having his time brushing his tongue on her perfect areolas and kissing the area. Rodion was in a euphoric state.
She reached down and grabbed Gregor’s cock. Needless to say she was surprised at what he was packing. From his appearance and attitude she predicted him to be the average five inches or less. What now stood in front of her was a lengthy seven and a quarter long cock. Nice and thick with a prominent vein bulging out she started to perform slow sensual strokes..
Now with each other playing with one another’s most sensitive areas the two passionately played with each other. Gregor went in and wrapped his lips around her breasts and started sucking. This sent a huge wave of pleasure rushing through Rodion. She then let go of his cock and wrapped her left hand around his head pulling closer to her. The other went to his back where she again dug her nails into him and scratched. This time with no clothing to protect him, Gregor felt all the pain and felt more aroused. With a face full of her in his mouth he could now barely breathe as her entire tit was engulfing his face. This didn’t stop him though, he continued to suck and with each one Rodion squirmed.
Realizing what she was doing to the man, she released his head allowing him to pull back and take a deep breath of air. Trying to catch his breath he looked up to her and gave a devious smirk. He dove his head to her left breast now and continued where he left off. He’s never been in the presence of such a magnificent rack of a woman before and he wasn’t going to leave with any regrets. He was going to do everything he could imagine to them.
With so much pleasure feeling her body Rodion moved her hand down to her bottom area. She started to slowly rub her pussy. She hadn’t realized it before but she was already soaking wet. With each stroke she gave herself a wet noise followed.
She pushed Gregor away from her chest. “Now let’s see what that mouth can really do.”
She pushed herself a bit back from Gregor and adjusted herself. She now sat normally with her legs wide open resting her heels on the coffee table. Placing her hand on Gregor’s head, she started to force his head down. He repositioned himself, now moving to the floor right in front of where she was seated. She raised her leg to allow him access to the area that Gregor was long anticipating for.
In front of him was her in full glory. She hadn’t shaved leaving him with a sight of a full bush. Unknowingly to her, that was just how he liked it. He wiped his mouth as he inched closer and closer to her. He took a deep breath and filled his noise with all of her scent. Breathing out he was now in a state of relaxation as it was the most pleasant smell he had encountered from a woman. While not dealing with anything bad, there was none that compared to her aroma.
He began by going in and kissing her vagina up and down. With his fingers started to clear a path for him to enter. That’s when he started. His tongue moved slowly following the ridges of the labia. This sent a sensual feeling through Rodion causing her to clench her fists. Gregor continued, now starting to softly flick her clit with his tongue. With each lick sending Rodion to a salacious state.
Grabbing his head once again she now was grabbing and pulling at his medium length hair. Gregor, enjoying the sensational taste and smell that was in front of him couldn't resist it any longer. He reached down and started to jerk himself off. One of his favorite things to do was to edge not only himself, but his partner as well. When he sensed himself close to climaxing he stopped. Just at that moment as well he could tell that Rodion was at the same point because she had started to pull his hair with even more force. Closing her eyes and moving her head back she let out a loud pleasant moan.
“Hold it now.” He said pulling back from her.
Letting out a displeased groan she said, “Oh you tease.” Then looking down to him and giving him a grin.
“Let’s move things to the bedroom.”
The two got up and Rodion led the way. Now moving through the hallway, Gregor took a quick glance around and saw even more photos of her with others on the wall. What kind of work does she do? He thought to himself as she had met with quite the number of prestigious figures.
Walking into her room Rodion turned on two lamps that produced a dim light. Some that set the mood perfectly for these two to continue.
“Lay down.” She said in a demanding tone.
Moving towards the bed Gregor then laid down on his back. Placing both arms behind his head atop the pillow so that he could watch her. She bent forward to take off her heels, showing her behind to him. As if she was already well endowed, while having a perfect rack, she also had an amazing ass. Gregor rethought the idea of her being the goddess of beauty because he had never laid eyes on such a lustful person.
After taking off her heels she tossed them to the corner. Turning Gregor now got a better look at her. Possessing a perfect hourglass shape, she also had a bit of a belly that was not too notable but just complimented her figure. It only confirmed that she was indeed a foodie. Which Gregor did not mind one bit of.
Walking to the bed she then started to get on top and crawled towards him. She shook her head to get her hair out of her eyes. The little gesture made Gregor chuckle. Now on top of him she lay down on his chest and started kissing him. He wrapped his arms around her and started feeling every inch of her body. Her skin was smooth and warm to the touch. She continued to kiss him as she reached down to play with her new favorite toy. Adjusting it so that it was standing staring up between her thighs she then started to thrust her hips up and down. While not expecting it to go smoothly, her wetness provided enough lubrication for it to perform better.
Reaching up she grabbed his face and started to use her thumbs to caress his cheeks. “You’re more of a man than I thought you were.” She said under her breath enjoying the pleasure of his shaft sliding between her other lips. Gregor always enjoyed others' reactions to what he was carrying. Though not too much of a fan of the idea that others thought he would be small, the sudden realization when it stood in front of them gave Gregor's morale a boost which better increased his performance.
She stopped thrusting and looked at him. “Let’s finish what we started back there.” Sitting up she rested her hands atop his chest as she fixed her hair back. With both legs wrapped around him she then turned to face the other direction leaving her fat ass to be in Gregor's face. Starting to inch her way back she then grabbed his arms and pinned them to his side. “Take a deep breath.”
Gregor looked forward to what could only be described as something that he would be delighted to be the last thing he saw. Her round ass and dripping wet pussy was right above his face. She then started to lower herself. Now seeing where things were going, a deep breath he did take.
She sat down, not holding back and putting all her weight on him. Given her small belly, thick thighs, round ass, and large perky tits, she was much heavier than one would assume. Gregor picked back up where he left off and started to eat her out again. Licking every crevasse that he could feel and softly flicking her clot with his tongue she would then start to grind on his face. Looking from the headboard you wouldn’t even know someone was tenth her with how much her ass was swallowing his face.
Like Gregor, Rodion had hooked up with men, and the occasional woman, every now and then. It wasn’t a common occurrence, just an activity that she would take part in when she got in one of her moods. What she was experiencing that night was something that had never happened before. She had never felt so good and no one has been able to turn her on as much as Gregor has, and he hasn’t even entered her yet. All of this foreplay and both of them have almost climaxed two or three times. Just before they would, they would then stop so save the pleasure of seeing full satisfaction to the end, but they didn’t want this feeling to end just yet.
With all of her weight on his face, he found himself running out of air. Now wiggling his arms, he tried to release himself. Gregor was able to free his hands from her grasp. Now with an open opportunity he reached up and fondled her breasts. Pinching her nipples which sent a shock to her body. He continued rubbing them and that intensified her grinding on his face So much so that she was now moving up and down which allowed for him to take small breaths.
Rodion got up, allowing Gregor to now breathe properly. He fixed himself to a sitting position resting his back against the headboard.
“You really know what a man wants huh?”
Sitting on her knees at the edge of the bed, she turned her head, “Who's to say that’s not what I wanted?” Then with such seducing eyes and smirk she went on all fours. Sending her face to the bed and lifting her ass in the air. “You’re not done yet.”
Gregor wiped his mouth, not only from Rodion’s juices but from his own drooling as the sight before him was heavenly. Her thick thighs and soft and round glutes were right there for him to take. He got on his knees and shuffled his way over. Not getting enough of her he bent down and kissed her wet pussy again while smacking her right cheek. No ass he had ever slapped recoiled as much as this one. It was so soft, yet firm.
Getting back up, he then shifted forward more. He grabbed his penis and positioned it. Slowly he made his way closer to her. His cock and her pussy had met again. He shifted his shaft in an up and down motion. This caused the intensely aroused Rodion to squirm a bit before launching herself backwards. With such force a loud clapping sound was made as her gigantic ass smashed towards his crotch.
Now fully inside, Gregor started to thrust his hips. Each one sending her ass to ripple from the impact. As he started to thrust faster he started to slip out. To fix this he grabbed hold hips. There was so much cushion that he was able to grab a fist full of her ass to be able to steady himself.
Never taking anything larger than six and a half inches before, each thrust filled Rodion with pleasure. He reached areas no other was able to before, hitting just the right spots. She let out moans and clenched her fists once again gripping a pillow she had laid beneath her.
Slowing his tempo he let go of her and leaned forward. Wrapping his hands around her, he reached forward to her breasts once again. Each hand grabbing one of her tits and starting to massage her nipples as if trying to milk her. Still feeling an immense amount of pleasure from him playing with her breasts, she arched her back further. Her hanging udders swung back and forth with each thrust.
After a while more of their lovemaking, it finally started. Still massaging her nipples, Rodion felt an unfamiliar feeling start to rise. Though without intention, Gregor succeeded in having Rodion produce milk. The white liquid squirted from her nipples. Gregor, stunned, he started to thrust fast once again.
On this cold autumn night, the two had generated their own heat with this sensual activity. Sweaty and out of breath, they had never felt better than this moment. With the dim lighting of the room causing the two to glisten, Gregor was reaching his climax. He let go of her breasts and grabbed back onto her hips. Moving faster he went right to when he was about to bust. At that moment Rodion was also ready to climax. Gregor thrusted with such force and speed that both of them had achieved peak pleasure. In just a knick of time he had pulled out and relieved himself on her back. Her arching back made for the perfect shape to hold his semen. As he pulled out she squirted her liquids onto him. The two let out a deep sigh and collapsed.
Getting in a more comfortable position she relaxed and laid on her stomach. Gregor dropped to lay to her left side.
“You know how to treat a lady.” She said out of breath.
“And you, a man.” He replied inching closer to Rodion to put his arm around her.
“Be a nice little gentleman and go over to the drawer over there, grab a towel, and clean me up.”
“It would be my pleasure.” He leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek.
Getting up he got a wave of light head-ed-ness from the overheating. Pulling himself together he went to her wardrobe and pulled out a grey towel. “Does this work?”
“Yeah, it doesn’t matter” She said with her head down waving her hand as she was also exhausted and still trying to catch her breath.
Now residing beside her he got the towel and got ready to clean up the mess he just made. “You know, this looks like a real piece of art.”
“If only I was able to see what great strokes you produced.”
Laying the towel on top of her, he gently rubbed and swiped at the mess cleaning it up. Now cleaned up she got up to change positions and lay on her back. He threw the towel to the corner of the room and joined her. Now lying to her right said he went to assume the big spoon position, lifting his right leg to wrap around hers and placing his hands onto her tits so that he could play with them for longer. Rodion slapped his hands, but he continued. With such a euphoric feeling altering her mind she didn’t really mind him continuing.
They spent some time in silence enjoying one another's presence. After what seemed to be mere moments ended up being about an hour. Rodion started to move and got up.
“I’ll be back”
She made her way to the bathroom. Gregor with such a pleased feeling laid there looking at the ceiling in disbelief at what just happened. He had never experienced such a thing before and neither had she. Now hoping that it was not a one night stand thing, he prayed that this would happen again. This was odd considering that he was not religious the slightest bit. But after this experience of being able to pull someone like her, he thought for a second that someone was out there looking out for him.
He let out a big stretch. Going light-headed once again he also let out a deep sigh. Readjusting himself he now laid on his side facing the edge of the bed with her night stand. Atop the table stood another picture. He sat back up and grabbed it.
He let out a gasp. The picture depicted Rodion standing next to a woman with short white hair and grey sweater, who also seemed to be well endowed. They were standing next to a bus. What had caught Gregor’s mind however, was what she was wearing. Sitting atop her brown jacket, on her left breast was a red-heart broach. The very one that now resided in Gregor’s desk at home.
To be continued…