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Her
bed was still soaked from the early morning's passion, but she didn't mind. It
was only when she got up that she remember he got off as well. His jizz was all
over her ass and the sheets and she was suddenly irritated by that.

It
wasn't that she had to clean it up, but that she hoped to keep him orgasm-free
for a few days. Craig did best when he didn't come as often, because his drive
was higher. She knew that the more he desired to cum, the better lover he was
and the better lover he was, the better cum she'd get from him.

Yet
that wasn't her only reason. Monica had her agenda and his early morning
ejaculation was not part of it. There was a lot more to her plan and she had to
control Craig. He was a part of it and an important part, even if he didn't
know it yet. She wanted to keep it that way.

He
strolled lazily in the kitchen and smelled the coffee aroma. Monica knew how to
make the coffee just the way he want it.

"Good
morning, sunshine," he greeted her.

"Morning,"
she returned rather coldly. Craig didn't seem to mind. His face was full of joy
and he looked a little too peaceful for that time of the day. He was usually a
lot more active and ready to go, especially during the week when there was so
much work on his plate.

"How
are you feeling?" he inquired.

Monica
glanced at him, still irritated by her inability to control him. Yet, she knew
it wasn't his fault and there was no reason to take it down on him.

"I
am great," she perked up suddenly, but he could tell she was hiding
something.

"Hm?
Something's the matter, darling? Did you not like last night?"

"Ahhhh.
Oh, baby, it's not that.
That
was great, are you kidding me? It's
just..." she left it wide open for the lack of words.

"What
is it, Monica?" he insisted.

"Well.
I...well, I'll tell you tonight when you come back," she said.

"Are
you sure? Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh,
no! No! You are perfect, darling! And I love you! No, it's not something you
did. And really, it's not that big of a deal."

"So,
you're not going to work today?" he asked a little surprised.

"I
am working, but I'll do it from home. Also, I can't wait for you to come back
tonight. Maybe we'll do something special."

Craig
glanced at her and he knew she was cooking something, but decided not to push
it. He learned this about Monica a long time ago. If there was something eating
away at her, she'd let him know in her own time. Pushing would only irritate
her more and got them nowhere.

"Ok,
baby. I'm gonna jump in the shower," he said and walked to the bathroom.

She
looked outside at the cloudy day and reflected. 'Time is running short. I need
to fix what I've broken last night. It'll take time, so I better start now.'
She put down the coffee mug, walked after Craig and pulled the shower curtain
aside. She slowly took off her robe and he watched her hungrily. She grabbed
the soap bar out of his hands and started rubbing his chest.

Slowly
her hands walked his tummy and took his cock and began to soap it. Gently, she
caressed his balls and she could see him getting harder by the second. A few
more seconds later, Monica was on her knees in front of him and she could hear
him moan through the shower noise. It was just what she wanted.

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Nothing
made sense to Lisa about the oil industry, except that she had gas in her car.
Frustrated and irritated by her lack of understanding, she tried once more to
search for something that might shed a light on the whole Halliburton thing.

If
the BP contract about the Southern slope was so risky to Halliburton, then why
would they've had signed it? Surely, their engineers could tell these things
and foresee any potential problems that might occur. There had to be an
explanation, but she just could not see it.

'This
requires the work of an engineer. I must talk to someone who works in the
field. The only trustworthy guy I know is Craig Birch. Not a bad looking guy,
either! I wish Monica wouldn't be so fucking possessive about him. He's not the
only guy in the world, you know.'

Her
thoughts raced for a solution and she struggled to put things together in her
mind. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that Craig was the
best man for the job. Not only did he work in the oil industry, but his firm
dealt with Halliburton. That was a great plus.

'I
must get to the bottom of this story if I want Cooper's position,' she remarked
to herself. 'I must find a way to get to it.'

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"So,
how is it for you when I fuck you in the ass, baby? How come you like it?"
He asked incredulously. His question could not have come at a better time for
Monica. The place, too, was perfect; the shower room was what she had in mind
to answer his question.

"Do
you really want to know?" she asked so seemingly naive.

"I've
wondered about it very often. Yeah, I really do. I mean, what's it like for
you?"

She
couldn't have been happier about his curiosity. They knew each other for a long
time, but she never thought he'd wonder about such things. He worked himself
right into her plan and she loved it.

"Would
you like to find out?" she asked as she turned him around slowly and began
to caress his ass.

"I
think I would."

She
leaned over to his ear and said loud enough to come over the shower noise.

"Good.
You're about to. Spread your legs," she ordered him and before he could
say anything, her wet hands reached between his legs and filled his balls.

She
reached over to the sink counter, opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of
lube oil. The oil spread over both of her hands and she reached between his
legs again.

He
felt the warmth of her hands and the oily stuff spreading all over his scrotum
and nut sack and loved it. She worked her way between his ass cheeks and
pressed gently against his puckered hole. He groaned with pleasure and felt his
cock straining to get hard.

As
her left middle finger entered him slowly, her right hand stroked his cock ever
so slowly. She worked his head gently, making sure to cover it in oil as well.
Waves of pleasure took over his body and his knees began to get weaker. He
leaned his head against the shower wall and mustered enough lung to beg her.

"Whatever
you do, please don't stop," he muttered against the wall. The shower room
was all steamed up from the hot water and he felt exalted.

"I
know you like this." she commented softly.

"You
know right," he agreed.

"I
love ass-fingering you, baby. We should've done this before." He agreed
tacitly and couldn't believe the pleasure she was delivering him with one
finger, going deeper and deeper inside of him.

Suddenly
but gently, she pulled her finger out of him and he was about to turn around.

'Don't.
Stay here." He heard her reaching for the sink cabinet again and soon he
knew the reason. He felt the strapon dildo going inside him, as she reached for
his cock again.

"This
is what feels like, darling and I know you like it!"

She
stroke his meat assuredly and continuously while pumping his ass from behind
until his body shook with pleasure. His breath got heavier and she just knew he
was about to scream. She reached around him and covered his mouth with her left
hand, while riding his ass and handling his cock.

"Don't
scream," she whispered in his ear. You'll be amazed how much better you'll
feel."

Her
divine work sent shivers of pleasure over his body and he did all he could to
stand up. His knees were about to give out when her strokes increased. Each
thrust she put inside him was doubled up by an equally pleasant cock-stroke.
There was nothing intellectual left of him and he felt the greatness of being a
pure animal in an bodily ecstasy.

She
picked up the pace and his moans turned to cries and he was about to cum when
all of the sudden she slowed down the cock work to a complete stop. Her hips
were still pumping his ass but soon that too came to an unwelcome halt. The let
down was too much and he just couldn't believe it.

She
stayed inside him for a few more minutes and massaged his back, trying to relax
him.

"Remember,
baby! You need to trust me and now that we've crossed this bridge, we need to
visit this side more often," she said as she pulled out. He was hard as a
rock and his cock was screaming for a jizzy cum, but he complied with her.
After all, he trusted and loved her, no matter what the cost.

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The
Groveland Hotel was a little on the expensive side, but Carl didn't mind. It
seemed it was all worth the while and Jennifer was right. The scenery was
gorgeous.

His
only concern was with how did she manage to talk him into it. They came by
separate cars and that was his choice, but he wasn't sure why he came to begin
with. She seemed to possess some magic control over him and he didn't feel
comfortable with it. It wasn't so much that he went alone with her wishes, but
that he did it so easily. All it took was a little effort on her part and not
much at it, either.

Sure
he liked her, but he also liked Lisa. And for that matter he still liked
Monica.

'Liked'
perhaps wasn't the right term. He found only natural that he desired their
bodies and he didn't understand why he shouldn't. As he parked his car he
remembered that someone once told him that women are different flavors of the
same cake. He couldn't disagree more. They are
all
so different!

Anyway,
this was suppose to be a semi-professional meeting, or so he understood from
Jennifer. The town's surroundings sure seemed perfectly suited for a sex theme
park, but that remained to be seen in more details.

He
waited in the car for Jennifer as they agreed. She thought it was better to
check in together and he agreed. He didn't have to wait too long. Her car
pulled in the parking lot and he stepped out.

"It
is indeed beautiful," he admitted.

"Yeap,
it is. It's an old mining town. The hotel is more of a pension with a b&b
and good dinner. There's a bar right next door and we should be all
right."

They
checked in and shortly thereafter dined in the lobby. Carl was ready for a
drink and was about to say so, when Jennifer interrupted his thoughts.

"So,
you want to go upstairs?"

Her
question took him by complete surprise and he looked at her hesitantly.

"To
look over the project plans again," she clarified quickly.

"Ah.
Well, Jenny, we can do that in the morning. We got plenty of time. Let's walk
to the bar and have a few drinks."

"Sure,
I'm game," she agreed.

The
Miner's Bar proved to be worth their time. Jennifer settled in next to Carl at
the bar and crossed her legs. He couldn't help noticing their perfect shape,
although that wasn't the first time he glanced at them.

"What
would you like, Carl?"

"Ah,
some scotch on the rocks would be good right about now. Actually, no! I've
changed my mind."

"That's
ok. You can do that," she agreed pleasingly.

"I'll
take a double Jack on the rocks, please. You?"

"How
about a strawberry daiquiri?" she asked the bartender.

With
the drinks on the way, his mind could focus on her a little more. 'What exactly
does she want from me? She's sure nice to me. Not that I mind.'

"This
looks nice," he noted as he looked around. "Good looking
things!"

"Yeap.
It is nice and not too classy."

The
drinks arrived in front of them and they each took a sip. She looked so
intensely at him that he almost felt uncomfortable.

"So,
you think Cooper's really going to leave for the east coast?" she
surprised him once more. Carl expected just about anything but not Cooper's
name.

"It
sure looks like it."

"Interesting.
Anyway, that will open up a spot for Lisa if I am not wrong."

"I
think so, but the same spot will be open for Monica as well."

"Who
would you prefer taking his spot? Monica or Lisa?"

Her
questions seemed a little too intrusive for an intern, but Carl didn't care. He
was also very sure she didn't drag him on the top of the mountain to discuss
these things. Something else was driving Jennifer. 'Patience, Carl, patience,'
he made a mental note.

"To
tell you the truth, it really doesn't matter to me," he lied to her. Carl
wanted Monica to get the position, mainly because he knew her much better than
Lisa. He knew how to deal with her and he knew what she would do. He couldn't say
the same for Lisa.

"I
see."

"So,
just to let you know, I like your sex park idea but I just don't know how that
would come about here in
California
. It's still a nice idea, though."

"It
will work if people just get the right meaning of it. It's not just sex."

"But
it's really based on sex," he objected.

"True.
Too true. But you know it's not limited to that. Think about how much money it
would bring in! People would love to pay to see their fantasies at play with
their dream actor on the stage."

"Perhaps
some people will."

"I
believe they all will. We all have somebody we like around us, other than the
significant one. And too many people dream wet dreams about screwing that
person, or seeing that person fucked."

"Do
you?"

"Do
you
?" she returned his question. Carl wasn't about to get into a
childish debate. He downed his glass, ordered another and measured his answer.

"Sure
I do. I certainly do," he affirmed out loud.

Jennifer
saw the opportunity and decided to run with it.

"And
wouldn't you want that 'dream' to come true? Wouldn't you want to fuck the
living lights out of that girl, whoever she may be?" Carl let on a smile
and grabbed the second drink. It was his chance to get back at her.

"Who
said anything about me dreaming about a girl?" he asked testing her.

Jennifer's
face froze for a second and he could see disappointment written all over it.
'Aha, now I know what you're after, girl!' he quipped to himself and smiled
again. She recovered quickly and smiled back at him.

"Nothing
wrong with it, but you don't seem the kind. You just don't. You're too much of
a ladies' man and that's a fact, Carl."

He
glanced at her, then at the street outside of the bar. It was sure quiet for
such a unique highway, he thought. He liked that. The woods were nearby and he
thought it would be great if they could go for a brief walk. Deep in the woods.
Really deep. As deep as she seemed to want him inside of her. There were no
more questions in his mind about it.

"Hmmm.
I've been accused of that once or twice before. I believe it to be a true
charge - without sounding arrogant, of course."

"And?"

"And
I like my freedom."

"Your
freedom
?" she asked surprised.

"My
sexual freedom, that is. That's what we're talking about here, isn't it?"

Jennifer
could hardly hide her delight at his words and was about to answer him, when
all of the sudden her body shuddered at their true meaning. 'No way! He is not
that
,
is he?' she tried to argue with herself and was left for want of words. The
idea was so enticing to her that she felt a tinge of wetness in her pussy and
flushed with a wave of pleasure flying through her body. 'I must find out,' she
decided for herself and looked straight into his eyes. Little did she imagine
what she was about to find out.