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Kansas City, Here I Come
Mf, oral, anal, shampoo bottle
It was a day of remembrance. Ten years ago, I witnessed the
horror of 9/11 with my very own eyes. I stood overlooking the WTC
memorial at Ground Zero as a lone person at a microphone read the
long list of the victims who died on that day. I'm not a very
emotional person, but when they read Gregory's name, a wave of
sadness ran through me.
I founded a tech company named XC Systems three months before
that fateful day. Gregory, my best friend Steven, and had known
each other since high school. We graduated from the same high
school in 1991, and four years later we graduated with honors
from Dartmouth. We were very ambitious even in those days. We
even had our fair share of girlfriends back in the day. Shortly
after we graduated from Dartmouth, we began our own small
business where we wrote software. We did everything on shoestring
budgets, and within three years we were millionaires. We
eventually made enough money to where we could afford to expand
our operations, including renting office space on the sixteenth
floor of WTC 1 three months before the world changed forever.
While I was lost in my memories of my dearly departed friend, I
felt somebody pat me on the back. I turned around and saw my
friend Steven. "Hard to believe it's been ten years," I calmly
stated.
"I know, buddy," Steven replied. "It seems like last week that we
were drinking with Gregory at our favorite pub." After the
memorial ceremony, Steven and I went to the pub and ordered
scotch on the rocks. Steven raised his glass and stated, "this is
for you, Greg." I raised my glass, and we toasted our friend, an
annual tradition we started one year after 9/11. "You'd be a
billionaire now."
"He sure would," I said. 9/11 almost put us in financial ruin,
but we restructured our operations by temporarily relocating to a
shared apartment in Central Park where I still reside. We worked
our asses off, and the hard work resulted in more money.
Eventually, we rebounded to a point where we could afford a
proper office in Queens. I picked up today's issue of the New
York Times and was immediately drawn to a pretty sensationalistic
headline:
  FAMED ATTORNEY LAWRENCE HASTINGS FOUND DEAD OF APPARENT
SUICIDE
"Hey Sean-Paul, did you hear about that attorney who killed
himself," Steven asked.
"I'm reading about it right now," I replied. I glanced through
the article and noticed a familiar name: Lanisha
LaPraix-Hastings. Lanisha was my former secretary. She was the
first employee we hired when we relocated our business to Queens.
She was a sweet person, but for some reason she seemed sad and
distant. Eventually, she left our company to get her master's
degree in journalism at Duke. "Holy shit," I said, "he was
married to Lanisha."
"Our old secretary?" Steven asked.
"Yup," I replied. I hadn't seen Lanisha in almost six years. She
was a very beautiful black woman. We began a brief relationship
not long after she was hired and even had sex a few times, but
she ended the relationship when she left for Duke where she met
Hastings. I felt sad for her. Then I looked at my watch. Oh shit,
I had a plane to catch in thirty minutes. "Dude, I got to take my
flight to Kansas City." I had been paid a hefty sum by a college
in Kansas City, Missouri to give a lecture to some computer
classes for six months. "Thank God I'm already packed and my
suitcase is in your car," I said with a laugh.
Steven laughed in return. Then he spoke in a serious voice.
"Aren't you a little uneasy about flying today?"
"Somewhat," I replied. Truth is, I was deathly afraid of air
travel for several years after 9/11. My fears have since eased
over the years, but still yet, there was a part of me that was
worried something would happen on my flight. "Anyway, let's go
before I miss my flight." We left for La Guardia. After we
arrived at La Guardia, we went to Starbucks and grabbed some
coffee, then I went through security and boarded my flight.
The flight to Kansas City was pretty much standard fare for me:
Obviously-overworked flight attendants, obnoxious passengers
under the influence of alcohol, and a kid throwing a tantrum and
kicking the back of my seat.It never fails. Every time I fly on
an airplane, I always have sit in front of a kid throwing a
tantrum and kicking the back of my seat. I got up and looked at
the kid. "Hey kid, if I give you $100, will you stop kicking my
seat?"
The kid's eyes widened in surprise. "Sure, Mister!" I gave the
kid a Benjamin.
"Now if you start kicking my seat again, I'll take that away from
you," I said with a grin on my face. Needless to say, the kid
didn't kick the back of my seat for the rest of the flight. Two
hours later, the plane finally arrived in Kansas City. I went to
the car rental service and rented a car and drove to a Hampton
Inn five minutes away and checked in to a hotel room. After I got
situated, I took a shower, changed clothes, and drove to the
college.
I was amazed at the size of the campus. I was met by the college
dean who escorted me to the college computer building. I noticed
there had to have been well over a hundred college students
waiting to listen to the history of computer operating systems.
While entering the door into the lecture hall, I bumped into a
very short girl. She looked like she was about 4'10". She turned
around, and our gazes met. My God, she was beautiful. Then she
smiled at me. Sweet Jesus, she had the sexiest smile I have ever
seen in my life. I could feel my cock starting to stir in my
slacks. I smiled back. She walked away, and I was given a perfect
view of her sexy bubble butt in her tight skinny jeans.My cock
began to harden as I stared at her sexy ass as she walked. I
regained my composure and made my way to a podium situated up
front.
For well over two hours, I gave a very detailed lecture on the
history of computer operating systems. I began the lecture with
the history of UNIX, followed by the history of MS-DOS, the
Macintosh OS, Microsoft Windows, Amiga OS, Atari's TOS, and last
but not least, GNU/Linux which was my favorite OS and the basis
of a new operating system Steven and I were currently developing.
It amazed me how many of these students were familiar with
operating systems such as Ubuntu, Red Hat, Fedora, and even BSD.
I finished the lecture by pointing out that if they were to ever
come to New York City, they should seek employment with my
company.
After I finished the lecture, the professor left, and the
students filed out. However, one student remained. It was the
girl I bumped into earlier. I looked at her and noticed that she
was staring at me. "So what's your favorite operating system," I
asked her. She just sat there staring at me with a sexy smile.
Once again, I felt my cock stirring in my slacks. I walked over
to her and sat beside her. "Helloooo," I said with sarcasm in my
voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she finally spoke. "I really like Ubuntu," she
said. I smiled at her choice of operating system. "God you're so
fucking hot," she said.
"So are you," I replied. Then I felt her hand on my thigh, and my
cock shot to full hardness instantly. I knew I shouldn't be
letting a college girl - who's probably young enough to be my
daughter - getting me worked up in this way, but I couldn't help
it. She was gorgeous. Her smile was VERY beautiful. My right hand
reached for her face and began gently caressing her left cheek.
Then I lowered my head to hers. I gently lifted her chin with my
fingers, and then our lips met.
"Ohhhh," the girl moaned into my mouth as our tongues intertwined
with each other. We deeply kissed for well over a minute. Her
hand slipped down and gently squeezed my fully-erect cock through
my slacks. It was maddening torture, and it took all my might to
keep from cumming in my underwear. Then she broke the kiss. "I'm
Taylor O'Hare," she said.
"I'm Sean-Paul DeCraig," I replied. Then we kissed harder and
deeper, but when we heard what sounded like a door opening, we
broke the kiss. "Let's go to my hotel," I said.
"Okay," Taylor replied. We left the building, got in my car, and
I drove us to the Hampton Inn. Once we arrived, we went to my
hotel suite, and once we entered the suite, I lifted Taylor in my
arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and then she threw
her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. I pinned her
against the door, and we kissed hungrily as if it was our last
meal. We were lost in our passion, but then we heard a phone
ring. It was coming from her purse. "Dammit," she said.
"It's okay," I whispered into her mouth. She got the phone out
and looked at the caller ID.
"Shit it's my aunt Mindy," she said. "I have to answer it." She
opened the phone. "Hello? Yes aunt Mindy. No, I'm gonna stay here
for a while and do some extra studying. No I'm sure. Yes. Yes
I'll call. Maddy's here, too, so she can give me a ride home.
Okay. Love you, too. Bye!" She hung up the phone. "Now where were
we?"
"Right here," I replied. I pulled her head to mine, and we were
once again lost in our passion as we deeply kissed. My cock was
straining in my slacks. I had to get my rocks off soon. With
Taylor's limbs wrapped around my body, I walked us to the
bedroom, and then I laid her down on the bed. My lips left her
lips, and I slowly kissed and licked my way down her chin and her
throat. I slipped my hands underneath her pink t-shirt and slowly
dragged my fingernails up her taut stomach until I reached her
breasts. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. Then my right index
finger made contact with her erect left nipple.
"AAAHHH!" Taylor cried out and arched her back at the sensation.
Wow. Of all the women I've ever been with, I've never encountered
one with such sensitive nipples. Then all of a sudden she removed
her shirt, and then she was nude from the waist up. I noticed
that her breasts were small enough to where she barely qualified
as an A-cup. But then I noticed her erect nipples. For a girl who
had tiny breasts, her nipples were rather large, the size of
pencil erasers. I teasingly flicked the nipple again. "AH! AH!
AH!" Taylor cried out as her nervous system was becoming
overwhelmed with pleasure. I wondered if she could cum just from
nipple stimulation. Then I seized both erect nipples between my
fingers, and then I pinched then between index finger and thumb.
And then she came. "AH! AH! AHH! AHH! AAAHHHHIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" I
noticed a wet spot growing exponentially at the crotch of her
skinny jeans.
After Taylor came down from her orgasm, I brought my lips down to
hers, and we kissed lightly for about half a minute, then once
again I kissed and licked my way down her throat until my lips
reached her breasts. I planted a gentle kiss on her erect left
nipple. "AAIE!" Taylor cried out as I once again began to
stimulate her already-overstimulated nipples. Then my tongue
flicked out to tease the erect nub. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"
And then I seized the nipple between my neeth and gently bit
down. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Taylor cried out, arched her
back, and spasmed violently as yet another nipple-induced orgasm
washed over her. The wet spot on the crotch of her jeans spread
out even more, and I could smell her arousal.
I undid the snap of her skinny jeans and worked them down along
with her panties. I was offered a view of the most beautiful cunt
I had ever seen. It was completely shaven and soaked with her
feminine fluids. I brought my head within inches of her wet
snatch. Her clitoris was fully erect, flushed with blood and
standing up proud. I inhaled the sweet scent of her steaming
pussy. It was heavenly. It was the best smelling cunt I have ever
smelled. I had to taste it.
"AAH!" Taylor moaned as I swiped my tongue from her perineum all
the way up her slit. My God, she tasted delicious; sweet like
honey with just a hint of saltiness. I shoved my tongue into her
slit, probing deep until my tongue could probe no deeper. I
pulled my tongue out, only to slip two fingers in her tight cunt.
"YIII!" Taylor cried out at the unexpected penetration. My
fingers began stimulating her hot insides, wetting my fingers
with her juices. And then I stared at her erect clit. It was
begging to be touched - or licked or sucked. I gently blew on the
erect nub and was amazed to see it pulse and throb. Then I went
in for the kill.
I pulled my fingers out of her snatch and probed for the wrinkled
star of her anus. My index finger coated her asshole with her
cunt juices. I massaged the sphincter, and when I felt her anus
expand, I pushed the fingertip inside. "YAARGH!" Taylor groaned
as my finger was slowly absorbed into her back passage. I slowly
plunged my finger in and out of her ass. Then I pulled my finger
out only to plunge both wet fingers in her ass. "AHH!" Taylor
moaned as I rotated my fingers in her ass, stretching her anus
out. I began finger-fucking her ass faster and faster. Then I
delibrately flicked my tongue against her erect clit. "AHH! AHH!
AHH!" Taylor cried out sharply as the dual stimulation was
driving her to a third orgasm. And then I seized her button
between my teeth and gently bit down. "AAAAAAOOOOWWWEEEEEE!"
Taylor squinted her eyes shut, threw her head back, arched her
back, and trembled violently as yet another orgasm swept her
away. Her juices flowed out, and I eagerly lapped up her sweet,
tangy nectar.
After a minute, she came down from her peak. I couldn't stand it
anymore. My cock was leaking pre-cum like a fountain, and it was
so huge and swolled that it felt like it threatened to blow apart
from the seams. I quickly stripped out of my clothes, and then
Taylor's eyes widened in surprise as my cock was finally revealed
to her.
"WOW!" Taylor shouted in surprise as she saw my ten-inch
erection. "Oh my God, your cock is huge!"
"Do you want it inside you?" I asked her.
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" She replied. We both laughed. I
laid down with her, and we began kissing deeply. I brought my wet
cock to her steaming cunt, and she moaned as we began hunching
our genitala against each other. Then Taylor broke the kiss.
"Wait a minute. I'll be right back." She got up and went to the
bathroom. Nature calls, I guess. But after half a minute, she
came back with something in her hand. It was a shampoo bottle.
"What's with the shampoo bottle? I asked.
"I have a shampoo bottle fetish," she replied. "I like to fuck
myself with shampoo bottles. One time, I fucked myself with two
shampoo bottles, one in each hole. God, those orgasms were
fucking amazing." Then she plopped on the bed and shoved the
shampoo bottle in her cunt and began fucking herself with the
shampoo bottle. "AHH! AHH! AHH!" Then she stopped pumping. "But
I've never had a cock before. I need your cock inside me." She
held the shampoo bottle up. "Put this in my ass."
Holy fuck. This was hot. I took the shampoo bottle in my hand and
began massaging the tip against her stretched anus. And then I
shoved it in. "AAARRGGHHHHIIEEEEEEEEE!" Taylor cried out as the
unexpected anal penetration brought her to a fourth orgasm. Her
fists beat against the mattress as spasm after glorious spasm
tore through her. I couldn't wait any longer. I lined the crown
of my cock against her slit. I didn't even give her time to come
down from her orgasm as I shoved myself in.
"AAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!" Taylor cried out as her orgasm was
interrupted by a stronger orgasm. My God, I've never known any
woman who cums so quickly, so often, and so powerfully. It was as
if she were a living orgasm machine.
I began pushing my cock in and out of her soaking wet vagina. I
was getting exhausted. Without disengaging our genitals, I
maneuvered ourselves until she was on top of me in the cowgirl
position. Taylor rode my cock like a pro, bouncing wildly as she
relished the feeling of a cock inside her for the first time. My
right hand continued to work the shampoo bottle in and out of her
ass. My left hand began teasing her erect right nipple and when I
pinched it, she came once again. "YIIIIIEEEEEE!" Taylor cried out
as the sixth orgasm of our lovemaking swept over her. The feel of
her cunt ripping all over the length of my cock was maddening
torture; how I avoided to cum was beyond me.
Then I decided it was time to bring this to a satisfying climax
for both of us. "Take the shampoo bottle in your hand and fuck
yourself with it." Taylor's hands reached around her and grabbed
the shampoo bottle. As she began fucking her own ass with the
makeshift dildo, I once again seized her erect right nipple with
my left thumb and index finger, and I seized her erect clitoris
with my right thumb and index finger. And then I pinched both at
the same time...HARD.
"EEEEEEEEEEOOOOOAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIII!" Taylor screamed as the
vaginal stimulation, anal stimulation, clitoral stimulation, and
nipple stimulation all combined into a cataclysmic orgasm of
ginormous proportions. Her entire body trembled violently as her
body was wracked from head to toe with spasm after spasm after
spasm. Her juices shot out like a fountain, arching high in the
air and drenching me in her sweet, tangy, aromatic essence.
The glorious feeling of her cunt spasming and contracting hard on
my cock, the sweet taste and heavenly smell of her girl-cum, the
entire situation was too much for me. I felt my testes drawing
tight against my body, and then I shot. "AAAAURGH!" I howled as I
spurted shot after shot of cum deep in Taylor's cunt. A pearly
froth of our mingled juices squelched out around my cock, matting
my pubes and trickling down until it pooled on the bedspread.We
collapsed on the bed in a loving embrace and gently kissed until
we fell asleep.
We woke up three hours later underneath the bed covers. I wrapped
my arms around Taylor, and we gently kissed again. My hand
slipped down to her cunt and began stroking her tender girlflesh.
Then I felt her hand wrap around my hardening cock. When my cock
reached full hardness, I positioned ourselves so that I could
fuck her once again, but then Taylor got up. "Oh shit, I forgot
to call mom," she said.
"Go ahead and call her," I said.
Taylor opened her phone and dialed. "Hey mom, it's me Tay. Yeah
I'm getting ready to come home. No Maddy already left, so one of
the professors offered to take me home. Yeah he's pretty cool!
Okay. Okay you can meet him. Okay, bye!" Taylor hung up. "I need
to get home."
"Okay," I said. We got up, got dressed, got in the car, and I
drove her home. Ten minutes later, we arrived at her house. It
was on a cul-de-sac. We got out of the car, and we were met by
two older-looking women. One was about Taylor's height, and the
other was about six inches taller.
"Hello," said the shorter woman. "I'm Terri, Taylor's mom."
"I'm Sean-Paul DeCraig, your daughter's professor," I replied. I
extended my hand out to Terri, and we shook hands. "Your daughter
is quite intelligent and will be a success in the tech
industry."
"Thank you, Sean-Paul," Terri said. Terri looked at the taller
woman. "This is Taylor's aunt Mindy. She's my sister-in-law. My
husband, her brother, died when Taylor was five."
"I'm sorry to hear that," I said. "Mindy, it's a pleasure to meet
you." I extended my hand to Mindy. She did nothing. I pulled my
hand back. "Okay. Well Taylor, I'll see you in class tomorrow.
Good night."
"Good night, Sean-Paul," Taylor and Terri said in unison. Then
they walked to the front door and entered their house.
"Well Mindy, I must be going," I said. I went to get in my car,
but then I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Is there something you
want to say, Mindy?"
"Yes there is," Mindy said. "Taylor's just seventeen."


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