Tara Bridges opened the door to her new apartment and breathed a sigh of relief." Finally," she thought as she relaxed.........................
The room smelled fresh, a pleasant change from the heavy, musty smell of the apartment she was living in. Tara had in her hand a box containing all of her most intimate things - the kind of stuff you don't want movers to find when they "accidentally" look inside a box marked "PERSONAL" with a large black marker.
"That would excite them too much," Tara said, smiling as she looked around at her new surroundings. She had found that apartment a few days ago and knew that she had to get it soon. On the ground floor of the hardwood was a spacious living room from which a small white kitchen was connected by a breaker. At the front was a bathroom with a shower and tub, and nearby was a new bedroom with white walls and wide floors waiting to be filled in. Tara walked into an empty room with a box of "PERSONAL" in her arms.
The movers arrived an hour later, and in the meantime, Tara had nothing else to do. She had spent the day as a waitress in a café to settle into her new apartment, but she had no computer to update her blog, no couch to fantasize on, and nothing to do but wait for the rest of her stuff.
Tara looked at her own box and patted the edge of it thoughtfully." Hmmm, I guess it doesn't hurt.... She whispered. She smiled and looked at the empty apartment." We'll keep looking until the kids come."
He closed the door to the new bedroom and sat down, placing the box between his legs and opening it. Inside was a tank top, skinny jeans, a medium skirt and thin socks. Tara wore that kind of dress when she could --- feeling her breasts more than her hands in the tight tank top, the jeans holding her hips perfectly in place. If she was walking down the street in a short skirt, or a waitress waving her hips and holding her breasts up, someone else would notice. Their attention always made her smile.
But that just hides her true treasure. Tara scratched the sides of her top and pulled out a pink lace thong. The elegant thing wrapped around her fingers like silk thread and she sighed - she hadn't had a chance to wear it for anyone lately.
"Well," Tara thought about it and gave a jerk of her shoulder, "I know I'll still like her.
Tara smiled and got up, slipping into her white panties. Changing her panties was easy because she was wearing a short skirt and a tight T-shirt, and she felt the fluttering as the thong slipped into her ass. She remembers posing for one of her boyfriends - and that little picture she still keeps in her scrapbook.
Her still warm panties found a place in the box, buried again as she sat, digging deeper. She forged a personal album in a soft leather corner." I see. She took out the flyer and put it on her knees. On the usual cover, there are pages and pages of images that Tara found when she was exploring the dark side of the Internet.
Halfway through, she saw her favorite high-resolution black and white picture, with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a hard dick, or a woman pushed into a plush bed by a man holding her from behind. He often generates fantasies about these pictures, which he writes about and writes about on his blog - and takes them to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall, fluffy man holding a limping, naked girl whose face was dimmed by a shadow when he put his trophy in front of him. Driven by him.
Inspired, Tara put the book aside and twisted it through the box a few more times. At the very bottom she brushed her fingers for something hard and slim - that's what she was looking for. She pulled out her hidden toy, the rabbit masseur, and pressed a hard, gel handle into her hand, slowly and purposefully hitting the clitoral stimulator.
"Well... If only you were really..." Tara was purring, stroking her fingers on a bulging acorn. She imagined she belonged to the strong man in the picture, tall and lazy, his dick ready to fuck her just watching her wiggle her ass in a pink lace thong.
"Mmmm......." Her panties got wet at the thought, and as she lifted her skirt she could see the pale pink dust turning black with her juices....
As Tara began to move the toy along her wet pussy, there was some mockery as she imagined the man's cock rubbing up and down in a painful crack...." Naughty girl, making love on the bedroom floor......." She pulled her panties aside, imagining her slim jade hand to be his, her hand ripping away the protection of the light fabric, rough, powerful fingers brushing against her soft inner thighs. He could see her muscles tightening, ready to push the toy into her fiery, shrewd pussy, as she pushed the toy into her tight pussy.......
*? Thud, thud, thud?
Tara put the dildo in the trunk under her dress, along with her scrapbook in her own trunk, and was on her feet in half a second, her heart racing as she tucked her panties in for her frustrated sex.
"Shit, the movers," thought Tara, "they must have come early!" She carefully straightened her skirt and ran her hand through the hair at the head of the bed before walking to the door." Shit, they should be here in an hour....... Woo-hoo!" Tara grabbed the button and opened the door, but her eyes melted away. All three men stood in the doorway and stared at her.
"Are you Tara Britts? The man at the front asked.
"Yes, I am.... I am.....
"You seem to have some furniture to move," the man took a look at his plywood, "a single sofa, a table, some dining tables, some dining chairs, a double bed plus a nightstand, and several cardboard boxes - is that right, Miss Bridges?
"Well, yes, that's it."
"Just fine then," he turned and made a gesture to the two companions who had disappeared down the stairs, "my companions will start moving your stuff up while you show me where your stuff is."
Tara stared at the man in white for a moment before she started: "Ah, sure! Okay, thank you." Okay, thank you." She said. I, well, let me show you around, then! He turned quickly, trying to hide his warm face.
"Dear God! They're so hot!"
Tara took the foreman on a tour of her apartment and kept looking at him. She pointed to one corner of the living room and then another, her eyes peering at his muscular arms and sturdy chest every time he pointed her backwards. No doubt they were solved by her work by moving furniture around all day, she thought. Then she led him through the kitchen and into the bedroom, waving at him in front of her so she could watch him from behind. When she saw his ass and legs, she rubbed her thighs, her body was so taut and developed that she could see through his pale shirt and blue jeans. When she turned to look at the room, her gaze immediately fell on her groin, his groin swelled with his cock even then.
"Big enough, isn't it?" He said.
Tara jumped up and her face turned all red." W-what?"
"Not a problem, we can just put your bed in it." She kept looking around the room, and that's when Tara let out a little puff that grabbed her chest." I need to find myself a boyfriend with a dick like that.............. Tara pondered, struggling to keep her eyes away from the foreman's package. Despite her best efforts, she kept looking back.
From the living room came a rattling noise. Tara looked around and saw the other two movers, rather bald and well-proportioned, almost as well as the foreman, who had moved his large sofa as easily as an empty cardboard box.
"Where shall we put it?" One of the men asked.
"Well, where can you men put it............" Coming out of her lustful daydream, Tara reluctantly nodded, "Well, it's all right there."
They laid down on the couch and returned downstairs while the foreman accompanied Tara. Standing right next to this man, she felt helpless on her knees. Even one foot away, she could feel his warmth.
"You have a nice apartment," he said. Do you want to move here?
"Oh, yes - yes, I'm very excited." Tara answered.
"Usually we have to move refrigerators and cabinets and cat trees for old ladies, they all smell like mothballs for old ladies, so this time it'll be a nice change."
Tara was laughing, "mothballs"?
She smiled and said: "Yeah, she heard every move we made. I can't get the smell out of my clothes for days."
"I'll take your word for it." It really smells good," he looked at Tara. She felt her face blushed even more.
"So, what's your name?" Tara suddenly discovered the need to comb her hair, so she looked at the parquet floor again.
"My name is Roy, Miss Bridges," she said.
"Oh, then you can call me Tara, Roy," she reached out gently.
"Well, then, Tara, it's good to see you." He reached out and took her hand. Tara watched her thin jade hand disappear between his light bulbs. They flinched, and he barely moved, but Tara felt his power in her hands. She thought she could bend her knees.
Clary was relieved to hear that the other two men were returning to the living room. Roy," said one of the men, "in the time it takes you to talk to this beautiful woman, you can empty half the truck. Roy," said one of them, "in the time it takes you to talk to this beautiful woman, you can empty half the truck!" Are you saying you can empty the car?
At that moment, Tara was a little blushing, but Roy smiled: "Okay, okay, I'll help you." He turned his head to look at Tara, and put his thumb on his shoulder: "Let's see what I can do." They're not gonna forgive me for those asshole pills anyway." Tara smiled, and Roy turned around and walked out the door.
After that, Tara felt so much better about being interrupted-- the show was definitely better than it looked in the pictures! Tara leaned against the bedroom door and, looking at the men at work, crossed her arms on her chest. The naked apartment was gradually filled with her things - lamps, chairs, folded carpets, and countless cardboard boxes.
Two other men entered the room, his heavy computer desk in the middle, while Roy carried two large boxes on both shoulders. Tara noticed that the others were stronger than Roy - they were stronger, with muscle knots on their legs and arms, while Roy was longer and more muscular. Tara couldn't take her eyes off them, and her thoughts wandered, no matter how they were without the grey jumpsuit covering their sweaty breasts......
By the time Roy came up, Tara had sobered up from her thoughts. Other men slammed her fridge behind the sink, and the rest of the room was filled with her things.
"Well, then," said Roy, "that seems to be it, Miss Tara Bridges. You only have to move the left side of the bed, but that shouldn't be a problem." His confident voice melted Tara. It was the voice that Tara imagined, the voice that whispered in her ear countless nights without a boyfriend.....
"Really? "Hell, if I had more!" Tara liked the idea of rushing to the furniture store - she was sure they really needed to take their shirts off.
"No, though I wouldn't mind." She reached out and pulled her head, "It's not every day a beautiful lady like you comes to work."
"Hey, thank you. I try to be pretty, you know?" She was conquered next to Roy-- he spent the next few nights filling her fantasies, she was sure of it.
"No, I said, don't try." She checked out the apartment of a girl who just moved in, "I assume your boyfriend's gonna be here soon with his stuff?
"Boyfriend"? Ah! It's been a long time since I had one." Tara said a hint of bitterness in her tone. After the last boyfriend, sex was so hard to find, and her fantasies could only go so far as to satisfy her." Maybe you could ask your girlfriend to find me a girlfriend, huh?"
Roy smiled: "I don't have a girlfriend. I'm simplifying things, not your usual girlfriend. But to take you away, you'd have to be filled with tons of people."
Tara shook her head." Mm-hmm. Maybe none of them are afraid to come and get me."
"Oh, don't be so sure," said Roy, "I'm sure somebody will find you soon, Tara."
Tara smiled, expecting him to ask for her phone number, when she heard footsteps in the hallway again.
"It looks like I've got the bed. I have to help or they'll play a prank on me." Tara opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Roy slipped out the door." 'Fuck,' she growled, smoothing her skirt for the second time that night.
The three of them wedged a large bed into Tara's apartment and broke into Tara's bedroom. She followed, wanting to see how those creepy men were working for her again. They let out a cold moan, every muscle in their bodies tensing and pulsing. Gu Niang was rubbing his feet..... He walked behind the box containing the large sheets, feeling the warmth coming on.
As I set the bed down, there was a loud "bang" sound. Somehow, they managed to line up a large bed, and Tara was impressed. The three of them left the room again, and Roy glanced at Clarie as he walked out the door one last time. Clarie looked away, not wanting them to leave so soon, and pulled a black sheet from the trunk.
"God............................................... Clarie sighed. She enjoyed watching the men carry the large bed into her apartment along with the rest of her things. Soon the bed was covered with her dark sheets and pillows, and above the pale white room was a soft black island. Tara heard the front door slam and the sound of heavy, familiar footsteps coming into the living room. Unlike his deep-tongued companion, he wasn't very loud and spoke a little childishly. "It doesn't take long for them to think that it's better than moving my stuff," Clarie said thoughtfully, rubbing her legs, "or at least just me and my little toy... I said.
She sat at the foot of the bed, ruminating. Images flashed in her mind of hot, heavy sex, strong men pressing her against the soft sheets, her face against the pillow, taking turns having long, hard sex. A big, strong man is like being in her living room.... The photographer certainly won't help her get over her fears, and Tara finds that if she doesn't get relief right away, she could very well live out her fantasies. Her hands were crawling on her inner thighs, hoping to get more than just a fantasy tonight.....
A polite, deep cough could be heard from the open bedroom door. Tara jumped up and down and that's when she realized the cameraman had stopped talking. They stood in front of her bedroom door, Roy standing with his arms crossed. Clarie hastily straightened her skirt and smiled as her blouse crossed her face.
Everyone moves. Tara nodded quickly as Roy made the announcement.
"Thank you brother, thank you for helping me like this," Tara said as she looked at her hands under her skirt.
"Now, about the payment..." Roy said.
Tara "Checkbook................................................................................................................................................... Give it to me........................................................................................................................................................ She slowly made her way to the door. I started to think about how I could keep them. You could have them come over for coffee, or buy another piece of furniture that you haven't bought yet...
However, Tara didn't get the chance to think. Before she could reach the door, it slammed shut with a thud.
"You're not getting paid much, Tara."
"She stopped," he said, "and you....." Can you only use cash?"
This time we all ended up laughing... A thick inner laugh." "I'm not going to charge you, Tara." Roy "I talked to the boys and we all decided that we should do something else tonight.....
Tara felt small in the face of a wall of muscular men." W--what are you drinking?" Back off a bit," she asked. With nowhere else to go, a knowing chill ran down her spine. Roy grinned.
"You."
The men were on top of the codfish in an instant. A strong hand grabbed Tara's arm and ran over her leg, caressing her chest. She could not even shout, her lungs were paralyzed around her heart, frozen in fear. Men caressed her inner thighs, her tight stomach, back, neck and chest.
"Oh, my God! What are you doing? "What are they doing? Tara started panicking. Their hands were so warm, they pinched her thighs, grabbed her chest so hard. Tara tried to cross her legs, but a huge toe got stuck between her thighs.
"Don't do it!" Tara screamed: "Let go of me!"
Her protests fell on her deaf ears. The kids found a new toy. Roy told me how he pressed his chest against her back.
"Tara, I told you, I'm not interested in any girl." And I think that's what you want..." Clary felt his hand slide off her thigh until it disappeared under her skirt. She jumped as her warm fingers passed through her warm, wet thong.
Her laughter echoed Tara's light: "I think you want it more than you want to admit"! Tara's knees bent as she walked along the desired slit and she let go of the involuntary moan that made Tara fasten her seatbelt.
"No!" Get away from me!" Tara struggled and tried to get away from the groping. But they were too strong for her, and it led them to the edge. They raised Tara's hands and broke her shirt. Her skirt slipped off her legs and lay on the floor. Tara stood among them, her lace bra and her pink thong were just protecting her. Rough hands touched her bare skin as she desperately tried to hide and push away.
She heard Roy's voice in her ear." It's been a long time since I had a sexy employer like you, Tara. It's been a long time since I've had a sexy employer like you. His hand grabbed her naked ass, his hand grabbed her tits, and maybe I'm ready to fuck you... With one click, her bra just hung up and fell to the floor. Roy glued her bare tits to her back.
"Mmm, that's nice..." Tara thought that despite her fear, her guarded juice turned into a moan as her rough fingers played with her hardened nipples... "No!" she changed her mind. "What am I thinking about? I don't want to get raped!" My heart hit my chest, but I didn't know if I was scared or excited.
"Don't fuck me, Roy!" She was screaming, her heart was beating with Roy, and the men were taking her away. She became more willing to fight and tried to hit the men who held her. They just met her.
"Of course they did, Tara. "We all... The director answered because her fat fingers slipped under her soft threads. The fabric was clinging to the floor as she peeled off and fell to the ground with her feet, three men spinning between her legs. Tara tried in vain to glue her thighs together. They felt she was wet, she knew it. Despite herself, Tara felt her thighs relaxed to make them tighten...
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