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 woke up a bit groggy and heard soft snoring to my left.  The sky outside the window was just starting to lighten with the coming dawn and I slid over and sat up, my body feeling loose but good.  I gazed down and saw my thighs were still red and a little sticky and my pussy ached in a distant way but again, it felt good.  I knew my hair must be a tangled mess so I got up quietly, made my way into the en-suite bathroom, urinated quickly and then switched on the light to assess the damage.  As expected, my thick, dark hair was all over the place in messy strands.  My mascara had run and my blue eyes were surrounded by dark rings with streaks down my cheeks.  My lips were puffy and my breasts had some bruises from the grip of his powerful fingers.  I quickly washed my face and rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash, filled the glass by the sink and chugged some water and then did my best to get my hair in some sort of order.  When I finished I checked the time and groaned then turned the light off and slipped back into the semi darkness of his bedroom.

First order of business.  Underwear.  These I located by the foot of the bed and slipped them on.  My skirt was still out in the living room but I located my top and slipped both back on.  I heard a rustle from the bed and then his deep voice.  “What time is it?”  He asked.

“About 530,” I replied.  “Get some more sleep,” I said. “I have to go home and shower before my lecture at 7.”

“I have a perfectly good shower here,” he said, sitting up now.  “We could take one together.”  The low light in the room highlighted his handsome face and beard, the grey streaks almost looking white and his green/grey eyes watching me dress.

“And we both know how that ends,” I said, shaking my head as I moved to the door.  “Us fucking the morning away and me failing my next quiz” I grinned back at him.  “Text me later okay?”

“As you wish m’lady,” he said, throwing off his blanket and revealing his powerful body, 6’4” of cut muscle that had no business being on a man his age, and that huge cock that had pummelled my pussy all night resting on the inside of his leg.  I gulped and blew him a kiss as I left the room, locating my skirt and shoes and then doing my walk of shame back to my dorm, remembering the night and knowing there was no way I wouldn’t want more from him.

24 Hours Earlier

Studying engineering as a female is a whole other experience.  My classes were almost exclusively guys and being an attractive 21 year old female sometimes felt like being a lamb in the middle of a wolf pack.  Not that the guys were rude or creepy for the most part.  Most of them were very nice and polite, if a bit awkward.  STEM studies are typically not replete with the socially adept.  I’ll just say it.  Nerds.  Lots and lots of nerds.  Fortunately I like nerds, being a massive one myself, and I got along quite nicely.  I had dated throughout, nothing especially serious, but I certainly wasn’t living a life of celibacy either.  It was nice but nothing earth shaking.  I had one semi regular hookup named Craig.  He had a nice dick, a little above average sized, lots of stamina and loved eating pussy.  The sex was very adequate and he always made sure I orgasmed and I was free to sample other guys (and a few women), as was he.  

Now I am no supermodel by any stretch, but I am definitely attractive.  I have dark brown hair, past my shoulders, blue eyes, a pretty face, a decent build, 34C and an ass that reflects that I ran track all through high school and still ran 5k twice a week and 3k the other 5 days.  On this day I was only doing a quick 3K and when I got back to my room 20 minutes later I checked my phone and had a text from Craig saying he couldn’t hang out tonight as he had to go to see his parents later and would be staying the night in Hamilton.  I was a bit disappointed as I was getting close to my period and was horny as fuck but life happens and I replied with a no worries and hopped into the shower.  Despite my lack of a fuckbuddy for the night I decided to do full maintenance anyhow and shaved my legs and armpits as well as my pussy, bare and smooth and couldn’t resist rubbing a quick one out in the shower.  

Satisfied I went back to my room, smiling at and greeting a few other girls that I knew and got dressed for class.  Being freshly shaved and showered I was feeling a bit girly so I wore a mid length skirt blue with florals, a black short sleeved top that showed just a bit of cleavage, no bra and black panties.  It was still quite warm, despite it being early October so I took advantage and wore my favourite leather sandals to go with it.  I didn’t do much with my makeup, mascara, some light blue eyeshadow to match the skirt, a bit of cover up and lip gloss.  Feeling pretty and upbeat, I headed off to class to find out we had a guest lecturer today to talk about polymers.

I inwardly groaned and took my seat prepared to be bored to death when our professor introduced him, from the R & D department at Dupont, James Williams (not his real name).  Well, James Williams turned out to be a 50ish beast of a man, well over 6 feet tall, shoulders, arms and chest like a lumberjack, ginger blonde hair and a short beard with streaks of iron grey in it.  When he spoke it was in a rich baritone and I could feel my pussy getting wet already.  

Now I think I speak for a lot of women when I say that I have what I call a BDD kink or Big Dick Daddy.  Now to be clear, I do not have “daddy issues” and I have a wonderful relationship with my dad and always have had.  He was the one that inspired me to go into engineering in the first place but there is something about a strong, confident older man, someone experienced and who takes charge that makes my knees weak and my thighs tighten and James was all of that and more.  I listened to that deep voice in a bit of a daze, listening but not really hearing the words he was saying at first.  Snap out of it Cassie, I reprimanded myself, this is important.  I got a hold of myself and took notes and James turned out to be a very competent instructor, explaining things simply and clearly.  Sixty minutes later the lecture wrapped up and as I gathered my things I impulsively decided to talk to him. 

“Doctor Williams,” I said, as I came down the steps to speak with him and he looked at me and smiled.  Not a wide one or an eager one.  Just the smile of a confident male that sent a twinge down my spine.  “Thanks for the lecture.  I am planning to do my final thesis on polymers and their use in bio tech and you made some great points that will be super helpful.”

“I’m glad you think so.  And you are?”  He smiled again and I noticed his eyes for the first time, a mixture of green and grey that were mesmerising.

Cassie,” I said, trying not to stammer.  “Cassie ***.”

“Well Cassie, you can call me James,” he said, taking out a pen and scribbling on a piece of paper, “This is my personal email address.  If you have any other questions feel free to reach out and I will see what I can do,” he handed over the piece of paper and I took it, out fingers touching for just a half second and I could feel the electricity between us.  Fuck.  I was in trouble here.  

“Awesome!  I mean, thanks,” I stammered a little.  “When do you head back to the States?”

“Day after tomorrow,” he said and smiled again and I shivered a bit with horniness.  “Just staying at Knox College while I am here.”   Knox was the theological college on campus and also housed visiting professors and lecturers to the University.  

“Oh,” I said, “The architecture there is beautiful.  I’ve never been in the residence there though,” I continued and then winced inwardly.  Had I really just said I would like to see where he is staying?  He took it in stride however.

“It’s very nice but whenever I go to a new city I like to at least try to get off campus for a few hours.  Are there any good restaurants or pubs close by?”

“The Cloak and Dagger,” I said with a smile of my own.  “It’s an Irish Pub about a 15 minute walk from Knox.  They have live music most nights and lots of different beer on tap.  Their fish and chips are incredible.”

“That sounds perfect,” he said and closed his briefcase.  “So what time shall we go?  Say 8 o’clock?”

At first it didn’t register and I just looked at him stupidly for about 5 seconds when it finally dawned on me.  “We?”  I barely squeaked out.

“Well I hate dining alone and you seem like a good dinner companion.  Of course if you are otherwise occupied I totally understand,”  He smiled at me again and looked at me with those eyes and that’s how I found myself outside of the Cloak and Dagger at 8PM, quaking a little and taking deep breaths before going inside.

“8 o’clock,” I heard myself say and then I was hurrying up the steps, sure that his eyes were locked on my ass and went straight to the library, heading into the stacks and then sitting on the floor in an empty row, trying not to hyperventilate and piecing together what just happened.  I stayed there for about ten minutes, calming myself down, evaluating the situation and what it all means.  Okay, so I had agreed to a date with a man more than twice my age from a different country who would be leaving in 48 hours.  That said, he was very handsome, intelligent, shared my interests and was buying me dinner.  I was under no obligation to do anything other than share a meal and some conversation.  I rationalised it all away even though I knew better and convinced myself it could be a platonic evening with a good meal and maybe a couple of drinks.  Home by 10 and in bed by 11.  I even had a 7AM lecture the next day that I could use to justify my departure.  

I purposely wore the same clothes I had worn to class that day, thinking that if I dressed up it would send a romantic message and dressing down would send a message of disrespect.  It was a cute enough outfit anyhow and as I walked into the pub I saw him sitting in a booth with a glass of dark beer in front of him and he smiled at me as I walked up, getting to his feet and welcoming me by taking his hand.  My hand was swallowed inside his, and I realised that he was nearly a foot taller than me.  His skin was warm and callused and my thighs twitched involuntarily as I imagined them all over my body.  I just smiled brightly and he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.  “You look every bit as stunning as you did in class today,” he whispered and then drew back, motioning for me to sit.  

The words echoed in my brain as I took a seat on the opposite side of the booth and I could feel the heat of the blood in my cheeks.  “And you look even better,” I said, despite myself.  My inner resolve had folded almost instantly but it was true.  He wore a simple black t-shirt that showed off his thick arms and broad shoulders and black denim jeans that encased his powerful legs.  Our server was named Ian who I knew slightly as he had served me many times and he greeted me with a “Hey Cassie.  The usual?”  I nodded and he brought me an old fashioned with an orange twist and two menus.  “I’ll be back in a few minutes for your order,” he said and shot me a wink.

“A whisky girl,” James said with a grin.  “Colour me impressed.”

I took a sip and smiled back.  “We’re not all White Claw girls,” I said and he chuckled.

“So it seems,” he said and opened the menu.  “So you said the fish and chips are good here?”

“Definitely,” I replied and he closed the menu. 

“So be it,” he said and took a sip of his Guinness.  “So tell me a bit about you Cassie.  Do you have much family?”

So I told him about my mom and dad and he nodded along, asking questions about my father who is a metallurgist and the work he had done.  I also told him about my two sisters and he laughed, saying he felt sorry for my dad having to share a bathroom with four women.  He had two sons of his own, one at the US Air Force academy in Colorado and the other still in high school who lived primarily with his ex wife in Texas.  She worked for Exxon and they shared custody.  They were divorced but were still friendly and he had me laughing so hard my stomach hurt telling me about a family trip where a flood had backed up the plumbing in their cabin and they had to sleep in the car because of all the waste that backed up out of the sewer.   Their youngest son had named it Poopmaggedon.  

Dinner came and went with James praising the fish and chips loudly and several more drinks were consumed as the clock ticked away.  The band came on, sort of an Irish folk act and when they started playing a slower song James asked me if I wanted to dance.  My liquid courage fully engaged, I agreed and we swayed to the music, my face pressed to his chest, inhaling his scent and his cheek brushing the top of my head.  His hands were warm on my back through my top, pressing in but not too tightly.  I could feel his cock through his jeans, pressed against my stomach and while it wasn’t hard, it was certainly paying attention.  I stole a look up at him and his eyes met mine.  Seconds later his mouth was on mine, softly kissing and teasing and my hands slid through his hair as I pulled his head down into me.  The song ended and we pulled apart.  He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow.  I gulped and nodded and he went over to Ian and paid the bill right then in cash.  

It had cooled off as we stepped outside so James flagged a cab and we both bundled into the back, me snuggling against his chest for warmth and five minutes later we were outside Knox college as the cab pulled away.  The campus was quiet with a few figures hustling here and there in the darkened campus and James and I entered the building through a side door in the residence wing and went directly to his suite.  I was furnished nicely with a couch and arm chair with a coffee table, a kitchenette and the bedroom and bathroom off to the left.  I set down my purse and a second later found myself pinned to the wall, his powerful arms wrapped around me and my own legs wrapping around his waist as he kissed me again. 

This time it was different, his mouth and tongue aggressive and demanding and I reciprocated in kind.  I needed him right then like I needed air and was trying to pull his shirt off while he moved his attention to my neck and shoulder.  My thighs were quaking and my body was on fire as his big hands moved over my body, squeezing my ass and grunting with pleasure as I finally got his shirt off and over his head.  His pecs were hard  and bulging and his abs were prominent and I whispered huskily for him to let me down which he reluctantly did.

Sexually I am a switch in that sometimes I like my partner to take the lead and other times I like to steer the car.  This time however there was absolutely no question that I wanted to be manhandled by this man.  Used and stretched and pounded.  What I wanted more than anything though was to suck his cock.  I dropped to my knees quickly and started undoing his pants.  “Look at men” he said in that deep voice and I looked up to meet the gaze of those green grey eyes.  Normally they looked mesmerising but in that moment they were flat, steely looking and demanding and if my pussy wasn’t already soaked that did the trick.  “I want you to look at me the entire time you suck my cock do you understand?”

“Yes Dad-” I started and he shook his head.

“Sir.  I am not your daddy.  I am the one who will be in charge and doing whatever I like to you.  Now tell me you understand,” he said, that baritone voice emotionless and stern.

I nearly blacked out again and the wave of pure lust that came over me was almost palpable.  My whole body shook but I met his gaze and nodded.  “Yes Sir,” I said and he simply nodded.  I fumbled with his button and zipper because my hands were shaking and finally when I got his pants open and pulled them down to his knees his cock sprang free and actually hit me in the face.  His was semi hard, maybe about two thirds and it was simply the biggest dick I have seen in my life.  It wasn’t just that it was long and thick because it was, or the thick veins and purple head of it but more the sheer weight of it.  I blinked a few times nervously but he winked at me and I let out a long breath I didn’t even know I was holding and got to work.  First I spat on it a few times and sucked on his balls as my hands began to stroke him.  I had both my hands wrapped around his length and there was room to spare.  I could barely get my hands around it as it throbbed and swelled.

“Yes Cassie,” he hissed as I worked on him.  “Like that.  Show me what a good little cocksucker you are.”

That just added to my need and I started trying to get the head into my mouth fully.  It wasn’t easy but I got there eventually but could only get about a third of his cock in my mouth.  The girth was just too much for me to take more.  He started trying to fuck my mouth which I normally love but this was just more than I could handle.  I gave it my best try but my gag reflex kicked in and I wasn’t able to take more.  My eyes were streaming and ropes of saliva hung from his cock and my lips  Thankfully James had anticipated this and helped me to my feet.  He pulled my skirt off, leaving me in just my soaked panties and top and laid me on the couch so my head hung over the armrest and I had a pillow supporting my neck and back. “Ready?” he asked and I just nodded and opened wide.  

He pushed himself slowly back into my mouth and I felt the thick head at the base of my throat.  He re-positioned himself slightly and then reached down and started rubbing my pussy through my panties, his thick fingers working the fabric all along my labia and inner lips and then grinding on my clit.  I was already soaking wet and moaned loudly around his cock and then felt him push his hips forward and to my surprise he was able to get about three quarters of the way down.  He started to fuck my mouth and throat with a steady pace, the gluck sounds coming from my mouth along with the squelch of saliva making obscene noises in the room  and mixed with my muffled moans was making me fucking crazy with lust,  I grabbed his hand that was rubbing my pussy but he shook me off with a growl and told me to stay still.  He was breathing heavily now and kept working my pussy at that same maddeningly steady pace.  

Mentally I was a complete mess, my absolute need to cum and to swallow every drop of his had taken over my brain completely and my body was shaking again.  His breathing picked up and so did his pace and then I felt him stiffen.  “Niow,” he said and suddenly his hand was working at a fever pitch on my clit and I nearly screamed but suddenly I felt a hot jet of cum erupt from his cock and then I was cumming as well, hips bucking and twisting as a wave of pleasure crashed through my body and it was all I could do to try and swallow what I could.  It felt like it lasted a lot longer than it probably did but I remember laying on the couch, my face covered in saliva and cum, panting like a race horse and James bringing me a box of tissues to wipe the spit and cum off my face.  “Jesus Christ,” was all I could say as I wiped away what felt like a pint of mixed saliva and sperm. “I had no idea I could deep throat that much cock.”

“It’s all about angles and focus.  Me rubbing your pussy took your mind off of gagging and the rest is history.”  He was standing buck naked and I suddenly realised he was still wearing his socks and shoes.   I don’t know why but it struck me as hilarious and I started to laugh hard.  He looked at me quizzically and I tried through dumbshow to tell him what I was laughing at and then he caught on. “What?  You don’t like this look?” He said eyebrows raised and then did a gorilla flex and a double bicep pose.  “This is fucking HAWT!” he said and I went off again, laughing and holding my stomach.  

“No more,” I begged, still snickering and tears coming from my eyes.  “Don’t, my stomach, can’t take it.”

He grinned at me and then slowly lifted me off the couch, slipping his one arm under my knees and the second under my arms and lifted me like a child.  He kicked off his shoes and then carried me to the bedroom and set me on the bed.  I wasn’t laughing anymore and my heart was racing in my chest  “Take off your clothes, get on all fours on the bed and wait for me.  Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

(So this was starting to get long so I posted the first part for now. xo Cassie)

I woke up a bit groggy and heard soft snoring to my left.  The sky outside the window was just starting to lighten with the coming dawn and I slid over and sat up, my body feeling loose but good.  I gazed down and saw my thighs were still red and a little sticky and my pussy ached in a distant way but again, it felt good.  I knew my hair must be a tangled mess so I got up quietly, made my way into the ensuite bathroom, urinated quickly and then switched on the light to assess the damage.  As expected, my thick, dark hair was all over the place in messy strands.  My mascara had run and my blue eyes were surrounded by dark rings with streaks down my cheeks.  My lips were puffy and my breasts had some bruises from the grip of his powerful fingers.  I quickly washed my face and rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash, filled the glass by the sink and chugged some water and then did my best to get my hair in some sort of order.  When I finished I checked the time and groaned then turned the light off and slipped back into the semi darkness of his bedroom.

First order of business.  Underwear.  These I located by the foot of the bed and slipped them on.  My skirt was still out in the living room but I located my top and slipped both back on.  I heard a rustle from the bed and then his deep voice.  “What time is it?”  He asked.

“About 530,” I replied.  “Get some more sleep,” I said. “I have to go home and shower before my lecture at 7.”

“I have a perfectly good shower here,” he said, sitting up now.  “We could take one together.”  The low light in the room highlighted his handsome face and beard, the grey streaks almost looking white and his green/grey eyes watching me dress.

“And we both know how that ends,” I said, shaking my head as I moved to the door.  “Us fucking the morning away and me failing my next quiz” I grinned back at him.  “Text me later okay?”

“As you wish m’lady,” he said, throwing off his blanket and revealing his powerful body, 6’4” of cut muscle that had no business being on a man his age, and that huge cock that had pummeled my pussy all night resting on the inside of his leg.  I gulped and blew him a kiss as I left the room, locating my skirt and shoes and then doing my walk of shame back to my dorm, remembering the night and knowing there was no way I wouldn’t want more from him.

24 Hours Earlier

Studying engineering as a female is a whole other experience.  My classes were almost exclusively guys and being an attractive 21 year old female sometimes felt like being a lamb in the middle of a wolf pack.  Not that the guys were rude or creepy for the most part.  Most of them were very nice and polite, if a bit awkward.  STEM studies are typically not replete with the socially adept.  I’ll just say it.  Nerds.  Lots and lots of nerds.  Fortunately I like nerds, being a massive one myself, and I got along quite nicely.  I had dated throughout, nothing especially serious, but I certainly wasn’t living a life of celibacy either.  It was nice but nothing earth shaking.  I had one semi regular hookup named Craig.  He had a nice dick, a little above average sized, lots of stamina and loved eating pussy.  The sex was very adequate and he always made sure I orgasmed and I was free to sample other guys (and a few women), as was he.  

Now I am no supermodel by any stretch, but I am definitely attractive.  I have dark brown hair, past my shoulders, blue eyes, a pretty face, a decent build, 34C and an ass that reflects that I ran track all through high school and still ran 5k twice a week and 3k the other 5 days.  On this day I was only doing a quick 3K and when I got back to my room 20 minutes later I checked my phone and had a text from Craig saying he couldn’t hang out tonight as he had to go to see his parents later and would be staying the night in Hamilton.  I was a bit disappointed as I was getting close to my period and was horny as fuck but life happens and I replied with a no worries and hopped into the shower.  Despite my lack of a fuckbuddy for the night I decided to do full maintenance anyhow and shaved my legs and armpits as well as my pussy, bare and smooth and couldn’t resist rubbing a quick one out in the shower.  

Satisfied I went back to my room, smiling at and greeting a few other girls that I knew and got dressed for class.  Being freshly shaved and showered I was feeling a bit girly so I wore a mid length skirt blue with florals, a black short sleeved top that showed just a bit of cleavage, no bra and black panties.  It was still quite warm, despite it being early October so I took advantage and wore my favourite leather sandals to go with it.  I didn’t do much with my makeup, mascara, some light blue eyeshadow to match the skirt, a bit of cover up and lip gloss.  Feeling pretty and upbeat, I headed off to class to find out we had a guest lecturer today to talk about polymers.

I inwardly groaned and took my seat prepared to be bored to death when our professor introduced him, from the R & D department at Dupont, James Williams (not his real name).  Well, James Williams turned out to be a 50ish beast of a man, well over 6 feet tall, shoulders, arms and chest like a lumberjack, ginger blonde hair and a short beard with streaks of iron grey in it.  When he spoke it was in a rich baritone and I could feel my pussy getting wet already.  

Now I think I speak for a lot of women when I say that I have what I call a BDD kink or Big Dick Daddy.  Now to be clear, I do not have “daddy issues” and I have a wonderful relationship with my dad and always have had.  He was the one that inspired me to go into engineering in the first place but there is something about a strong, confident older man, someone experienced and who takes charge that makes my knees weak and my thighs tighten and James was all of that and more.  I listened to that deep voice in a bit of a daze, listening but not really hearing the words he was saying at first.  Snap out of it Cassie, I reprimanded myself, this is important.  I got a hold of myself and took notes and James turned out to be a very competent instructor, explaining things simply and clearly.  Sixty minutes later the lecture wrapped up and as I gathered my things I impulsively decided to talk to him. 

“Doctor Williams,” I said, as I came down the steps to speak with him and he looked at me and smiled.  Not a wide one or an eager one.  Just the smile of a confident male that sent a twinge down my spine.  “Thanks for the lecture.  I am planning to do my final thesis on polymers and their use in bio tech and you made some great points that will be super helpful.”

“I’m glad you think so.  And you are?”  He smiled again and I noticed his eyes for the first time, a mixture of green and grey that were mesmerizing.

Cassie,” I said, trying not to stammer.  “Cassie ***.”

“Well Cassie, you can call me James,” he said, taking out a pen and scribbling on a piece of paper, “This is my personal email address.  If you have any other questions feel free to reach out and I will see what I can do,” he handed over the piece of paper and I took it, out fingers touching for just a half second and I could feel the electricity between us.  Fuck.  I was in trouble here.  

“Awesome!  I mean, thanks,” I stammered a little.  “When do you head back to the States?”

“Day after tomorrow,” he said and smiled again and I shivered a bit with horniness.  “Just staying at Knox College while I am here.”   Knox was the theological college on campus and also housed visiting professors and lecturers to the University.  

“Oh,” I said, “The architecture there is beautiful.  I’ve never been in the residence there though,” I continued and then winced inwardly.  Had I really just said I would like to see where he is staying?  He took it in stride however.

“It’s very nice but whenever I go to a new city I like to at least try to get off campus for a few hours.  Are there any good restaurants or pubs close by?”

“The Cloak and Dagger,” I said with a smile of my own.  “It’s an Irish Pub about a 15 minute walk from Knox.  They have live music most nights and lots of different beer on tap.  Their fish and chips are incredible.”

“That sounds perfect,” he said and closed his briefcase.  “So what time shall we go?  Say 8 o’clock?”

At first it didn’t register and I just looked at him stupidly for about 5 seconds when it finally dawned on me.  “We?”  I barely squeaked out.

“Well I hate dining alone and you seem like a good dinner companion.  Of course if you are otherwise occupied I totally understand,”  He smiled at me again and looked at me with those eyes and that’s how I found myself outside of the Cloak and Dagger at 8PM, quaking a little and taking deep breaths before going inside.

“8 o’clock,” I heard myself say and then I was hurrying up the steps, sure that his eyes were locked on my ass and went straight to the library, heading into the stacks and then sitting on the floor in an empty row, trying not to hyperventilate and piecing together what just happened.  I stayed there for about ten minutes, calming myself down, evaluating the situation and what it all means.  Okay, so I had agreed to a date with a man more than twice my age from a different country who would be leaving in 48 hours.  That said, he was very handsome, intelligent, shared my interests and was buying me dinner.  I was under no obligation to do anything other than share a meal and some conversation.  I rationalized it all away even though I knew better and convinced myself it could be a platonic evening with a good meal and maybe a couple of drinks.  Home by 10 and in bed by 11.  I even had a 7AM lecture the next day that I could use to justify my departure.  

I purposely wore the same clothes I had worn to class that day, thinking that if I dressed up it would send a romantic message and dressing down would send a message of disrespect.  It was a cute enough outfit anyhow and as I walked into the pub I saw him sitting in a booth with a glass of dark beer in front of him and he smiled at me as I walked up, getting to his feet and welcoming me by taking his hand.  My hand was swallowed inside his, and I realized that he was nearly a foot taller than me.  His skin was warm and callused and my thighs twitched involuntarily as I imagined them all over my body.  I just smiled brightly and he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.  “You look every bit as stunning as you did in class today,” he whispered and then drew back, motioning for me to sit.  

The words echoed in my brain as I took a seat on the opposite side of the booth and I could feel the heat of the blood in my cheeks.  “And you look even better,” I said, despite myself.  My inner resolve had folded almost instantly but it was true.  He wore a simple black t-shirt that showed off his thick arms and broad shoulders and black denim jeans that encased his powerful legs.  Our server was named Ian who I knew slightly as he had served me many times and he greeted me with a “Hey Cassie.  The usual?”  I nodded and he brought me an old fashioned with an orange twist and two menus.  “I’ll be back in a few minutes for your order,” he said and shot me a wink.

“A whisky girl,” James said with a grin.  “Colour me impressed.”

I took a sip and smiled back.  “We’re not all White Claw girls,” I said and he chuckled.

“So it seems,” he said and opened the menu.  “So you said the fish and chips are good here?”

“Definitely,” I replied and he closed the menu. 

“So be it,” he said and took a sip of his Guinness.  “So tell me a bit about you Cassie.  Do you have much family?”

So I told him about my mom and dad and he nodded along, asking questions about my father who is a metallurgist and the work he had done.  I also told him about my two sisters and he laughed, saying he felt sorry for my dad having to share a bathroom with four women.  He had two sons of his own, one at the US Air Force academy in Colorado and the other still in high school who lived primarily with his ex wife in Texas.  She worked for Exxon and they shared custody.  They were divorced but were still friendly and he had me laughing so hard my stomach hurt telling me about a family trip where a flood had backed up the plumbing in their cabin and they had to sleep in the car because of all the waste that backed up out of the sewer.   Their youngest son had named it Poopmaggedon.  

Dinner came and went with James praising the fish and chips loudly and several more drinks were consumed as the clock ticked away.  The band came on, sort of an Irish folk act and when they started playing a slower song James asked me if I wanted to dance.  My liquid courage fully engaged, I agreed and we swayed to the music, my face pressed to his chest, inhaling his scent and his cheek brushing the top of my head.  His hands were warm on my back through my top, pressing in but not too tightly.  I could feel his cock through his jeans, pressed against my stomach and while it wasn’t hard, it was certainly paying attention.  I stole a look up at him and his eyes met mine.  Seconds later his mouth was on mine, softly kissing and teasing and my hands slid through his hair as I pulled his head down into me.  The song ended and we pulled apart.  He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow.  I gulped and nodded and he went over to Ian and paid the bill right then in cash.  

It had cooled off as we stepped outside so James flagged a cab and we both bundled into the back, me snuggling against his chest for warmth and five minutes later we were outside Knox college as the cab pulled away.  The campus was quiet with a few figures hustling here and there in the darkened campus and James and I entered the building through a side door in the residence wing and went directly to his suite.  I was furnished nicely with a couch and arm chair with a coffee table, a kitchenette and the bedroom and bathroom off to the left.  I set down my purse and a second later found myself pinned to the wall, his powerful arms wrapped around me and my own legs wrapping around his waist as he kissed me again. 

This time it was different, his mouth and tongue aggressive and demanding and I reciprocated in kind.  I needed him right then like I needed air and was trying to pull his shirt off while he moved his attention to my neck and shoulder.  My thighs were quaking and my body was on fire as his big hands moved over my body, squeezing my ass and grunting with pleasure as I finally got his shirt off and over his head.  His pecs were hard  and bulging and his abs were prominent and I whispered huskily for him to let me down which he reluctantly did.

Sexually I am a switch in that sometimes I like my partner to take the lead and other times I like to steer the car.  This time however there was absolutely no question that I wanted to be manhandled by this man.  Used and stretched and pounded.  What I wanted more than anything though was to suck his cock.  I dropped to my knees quickly and started undoing his pants.  “Look at men” he said in that deep voice and I looked up to meet the gaze of those green grey eyes.  Normally they looked mesmerising but in that moment they were flat, steely looking and demanding and if my pussy wasn’t already soaked that did the trick.  “I want you to look at me the entire time you suck my cock do you understand?”

“Yes Dad-” I started and he shook his head.

“Sir.  I am not your daddy.  I am the one who will be in charge and doing whatever I like to you.  Now tell me you understand,” he said, that baritone voice emotionless and stern.

I nearly blacked out again and the wave of pure lust that came over me was almost palpable.  My whole body shook but I met his gaze and nodded.  “Yes Sir,” I said and he simply nodded.  I fumbled with his button and zipper because my hands were shaking and finally when I got his pants open and pulled them down to his knees his cock sprang free and actually hit me in the face.  His was semi hard, maybe about two thirds and it was simply the biggest dick I have seen in my life.  It wasn’t just that it was long and thick because it was, or the thick veins and purple head of it but more the sheer weight of it.  I blinked a few times nervously but he winked at me and I let out a long breath I didn’t even know I was holding and got to work.  First I spat on it a few times and sucked on his balls as my hands began to stroke him.  I had both my hands wrapped around his length and there was room to spare.  I could barely get my hands around it as it throbbed and swelled.

“Yes Cassie,” he hissed as I worked on him.  “Like that.  Show me what a good little cocksucker you are.”

That just added to my need and I started trying to get the head into my mouth fully.  It wasn’t easy but I got there eventually but could only get about a third of his cock in my mouth.  The girth was just too much for me to take more.  He started trying to fuck my mouth which I normally love but this was just more than I could handle.  I gave it my best try but my gag reflex kicked in and I wasn’t able to take more.  My eyes were streaming and ropes of saliva hund from his cock and my lips  Thankfully James had anticipated this and helped me to my feet.  He pulled my skirt off, leaving me in just my soaked panties and top and laid me on the couch so my head hung over the armrest and I had a pillow supporting my neck and back. “Ready?” he asked and I just nodded and opened wide.  

He pushed himself slowly back into my mouth and I felt the thick head at the base of my throat.  He repositioned himself slightly and then reached down and started rubbing my pussy through my panties, his thick fingers working the fabric all along my labia and inner lips and then grinding on my clit.  I was already soaking wet and moaned loudly around his cock and then felt him push his hips forward and to my surprise he was able to get about three quarters of the way down.  He started to fuck my mouth and throat with a steady pace, the gluck sounds coming from my mouth along with the squelch of saliva making obscene noises in the room  and mixed with my muffled moans was making me fucking crazy with lust,  I grabbed his hand that was rubbing my pussy but he shook me off with a growl and told me to stay still.  He was breathing heavily now and kept working my pussy at that same maddeningly steady pace.  

Mentally I was a complete mess, my absolute need to cum and to swallow every drop of his had taken over my brain completely and my body was shaking again.  His breathing picked up and so did his pace and then I felt him stiffen.  “Niow,” he said and suddenly his hand was working at a fever pitch on my clit and I nearly screamed but suddenly I felt a hot jet of cum erupt from his cock and then I was cumming as well, hips bucking and twisting as a wave of pleasure crashed through my body and it was all I could do to try and swallow what I could.  It felt like it lasted a lot longer than it probably did but I remember laying on the couch, my face covered in saliva and cum, panting like a race horse and James bringing me a box of tissues to wipe the spit and cum off my face.  “Jesus Christ,” was all I could say as I wiped away what felt like a pint of mixed saliva and sperm. “I had no idea I could deep throat that much cock.”

“It’s all about angles and focus.  Me rubbing your pussy took your mind off of gagging and the rest is history.”  He was standing buck naked and I suddenly realized he was still wearing his socks and shoes.   I don’t know why but it struck me as hilarious and I started to laugh hard.  He looked at me quizzically and I tried through dumbshow to tell him what I was laughing at and then he caught on. “What?  You don’t like this look?” He said eyebrows raised and then did a gorilla flex and a double bicep pose.  “This is fucking HAWT!” he said and I went off again, laughing and holding my stomach.  

“No more,” I begged, still snickering and tears coming from my eyes.  “Don’t, my stomach, can’t take it.”

He grinned at me and then slowly lifted me off the couch, slipping his one arm under my knees and the second under my arms and lifted me like a child.  He kicked off his shoes and then carried me to the bedroom and set me on the bed.  I wasn’t laughing anymore and my heart was racing in my chest  “Take off your clothes, get on all fours on the bed and wait for me.  Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

(So this was starting to get long so I posted the first part for now. If people want to hear more about that night and the one that followed send me an upvote and I will happily post the rest xo Cassie)

So this was something that happened entirely by accident but it is one of my horniest memories so I thought I would share it.  When I was an undergrad I was playing a game of softball with some friends and during the fourth inning tried to run down a fly ball in left field.  It was going to be close so I reached out as far as I could but the ball got past me and I ended up face down in the grass.  I laughed it off and the game went on but the next day I woke up and my lower back was killing me.  I called up my mom and she sent me $100 to go see a masseuse, assuring me it was likely just a strain that a good massage and ice pack would probably take care of.  I happily accepted and found a place online that was only a few blocks off campus that looked decent and the reviews were all good.  

Ninety minutes later I was walking through the door and was immediately greeted with soft music playing and the smell of eucalyptus oil.  I went to the front desk and a very sweet asian lady greeted me and asked what I would like.  I told her about the incident and the lower back pain and she nodded and looked at her schedule.  “I have Linda who is available now or Alice who is just finishing up with another client.”  I didn’t feel like waiting so I told her Linda should be just fine.  She got up and escorted me to one of the rooms and told me to get undressed and wrap up in one of the towels they had in a white, fluffy pile on a chair.  

Now I am decent looking, 5’5’ with blue eyes, dark hair, clear skin and a decent body, 32 C but my best feature is definitely my ass.  I ran track in high school and while I wasn’t good enough to be on my University squad, I still kept in decent shape on the treadmill.  That being said, I was not prepared for the Goddess that walked in two minutes later.  She was taller than me, perhaps 5’7” or so and had skin the colour of good cappuccino with long dark hair and almond shaped hazel eyes.  I found out later that her mother was Laotian and her father was from Denmark, but I was speechless looking at her.  “I’m Linda,” she told me in a voice like warm honey and stretched out a perfectly manicured hand which had me very aware of my own hand with the chipped polish I should have fixed days ago.  

“Uh, hi.  I’m Cassie,” I managed to say and smiled back at her.  “So this is my first time so just let me know the drill and we can get started.”  

She smiled back and indicated the table.  “Lay on the table with your face on the headrest and flat on your stomach,” she told me so I hopped up, still wrapped in the towel and did as she told me.  It was comfortable.  The headrest had a hole in it so your face wasn’t pressed into the fabric and I stretched out.  “Okay so the strain is in your lower back,” Linda said.  “Can I take your towel down to your hips please?”  I was starkly aware that this would leave me bare to the waist but she couldn’t very well do her job if I didn’t so I nodded my head a little and she tugged the towel down so it was barely covering my ass.  

“Peppermint works wonders for strained muscles,’ she told me in that liquid voice of hers and I involuntarily shuddered a little.  I smelled the peppermint as she added a few drops to the massage oil and then felt warm, smooth hands on my lower back and sides.  I shivered again and almost let out a moan, but I managed to stifle it and then it was pure heaven, Linda’s hands moving along my back and shoulders, taking all the tension and stress from me and when she started on my shoulders I did actually moan a little.  

“Sorry,” I said quickly. “It just feels so wonderful.  You have an incredible touch.”

“And you have such marvelous skin,  Like fresh cream,” she said and maybe it was just her natural tone but something pinged between my thighs like a tuning fork.  I was only 20 but I had messed around with other women before and enjoyed myself but the most I had done to date was making out, breasts and over the panties stuff.  Linda however was far sexier than any girl I have been with and was miles out of my league.  If I am a Toronto 7, this girl was a Paris 12.  

“Linda, you have skin that dermatologists dream about at night,” I said.  “Next to you I look like a raisin with acne.”

She laughed at that.  Laughed hard.  “Oh shit, that was so funny,” she said, still chuckling.  “But you’re sorely mistaken.  I think you have beautiful skin, so soft and yet firm.  I could massage you all day.”

“Challenge accepted,” I say and she chuckled again.

“If only I were so lucky,” she said and that tuning fork went off again.  She was kneading my lower back again, her hands moving to the area just above my ass.  It felt wonderful and by this time my nipples were pressing into the fabric beneath me, stiff as bullets and I closed my eyes and breathed slowly, in through the nose, out from the mouth, to calm myself down.  “How does your lower back feel?” she asked in that dripping voice.”

“Amazing,” I told her, almost purring.  So loose and relaxed.  

“Okay.  So I can do your glutes as well or just start on your thighs if you prefer.”

Glutes?  I was confused for a second and then it dawned.  “Oh, my ass,” I blurted out like an idiot.  “Uh yeah sure, if you think it would help.”

“Your glutes are your body’s largest muscles,” she said.  “They are tremendously important and yes, I do think it will help.”  She had me lift my his slightly and slipped the towel of me completely, naked as the day I was born.  My heart started hammering in my chest but Linda soothed me with quiet words of reassurance and I relaxed slightly.  Slowly she started working oil into my ass cheeks, first with her palms but then she started kneading them, her fingers warm and surprisingly strong as she worked the muscle below.  It felt amazing.  A little too amazing and I was now painfully aware that my pussy was starting to get extremely wet and there was no way she was not going to notice.  Well it’s a natural reaction too all that stimulation.  I’m sure she is used to it, she’s a professional after all.  I closed my eyes and tried to ignore it, like it was another treatment at the spa, no different than a mani/pedi really, I lied to myself.  It worked a little but once she got working the undercheeks well I let out a small gasp and involuntarily lifted my hips a few centimetres.  Linda stopped for a few seconds and then I heard her low chuckle again. “It is okay Cassie.  It’s very natural to react pleasurably to pleasurable stimulus.  I am happy I am making you feel so good.”

“Uh, thanks,” I sort of stammered.  “It does feel good and your hands are so magical and you’re also so pretty it’s encouraging certain urges,” I was babbling like a drunk but she just shook her head and squeezed my ass again.  I shut up and she got back to work but it was different know.  She was very deliberate and while she had been massaging my glutes already, all it had been was a massage.  It felt different now.  Not just a massage but caressing, fondling and when she spread my cheeks wide and apart and just looked at my pussy, glistening with juices and begging to be touched I knew this was not just going to be a massage.

“Gorgeous,” I heard her say, almost a whisper. I shuddered and then felt her thumb lightly stroke my inner lips, barely a touch and more of a graze than anything else. I whimpered instinctively and then both of her thumbs were between my thighs, pressing along the sides of my vulva and rubbing slowly up and down, pushing my lips together and then pulling them apart.  Her breathing became heavier and her touch was making me deliriously horny.  I was dripping wet at that point and my vulva was swollen and begging for attention. “I’m going to taste you,” she said and I just moaned in incoherent agreement.  She pulled me wide apart with her hands and then I felt the tip of her tongue on my labia, gathering some  of the juices there.  “So good,” she said and then she released me.  I heard her take a step and then her fingers were pressing against me again and I could smell a hint of coconut in the air as she used coconut oil to work on my pussy and then began seeking out my clit.  

“Fuck,” I groaned lowly and she started to rub my clit, pushing the hood back with her one thumb while the other began to grind down on it, the warm coconut oil allowing it to slide over my clit and then down, parting my lips and stroking the sensitive skin there,  I was whimpering almost continuously and utterly lost in her touch.  

“Turn over,” I heard her say and obeyed instantly.  I rolled over onto my back and stared directly into her gorgeous hazel eyes.  “You tits are even more beautiful than I thought,” she said but I was too gone to care about compliments.  She kept her eyes on my body and then slipped out of her sundress and it dropped to the floor at her ankles.  Her thong was bright white, contrasting against her beautiful honey coloured skin and her bare breasts were small but stood proudly from her chest with perfect nipples that were standing at full attention.  She took a step closer and her one hand started working on my pussy again while her other hand began massaging my breast.  

I was shuddering under her touch again and moaning loudly, but Linda took her hand from my breast and pressed a single finger to my lips, shaking her head slowly.  I clenched my teeth and did my best to remain quite but I couldn’t stop an occasional whimper of squeak.  She pushed two fingers inside of me and started to work them in and out, crooking them slightly so she was hitting my G spot and my whole body was on fire now.  There was no way I would last much longer.  She bent down and began sucking on my nipples, lips and tongue caressing and teasing them and I grabbed the back of her head with my hand and pulled her face up to mine.  I kissed her wildly, desperately, her mouth and tongue tasting like mint and coffee and she returned it vigorously, her fingers pumping into me faster and her palm grinding down on my clit.  I tried my hardest to keep it together but I may as well have tried to stop and tidal wave with a toy shield.  

My orgasm crashed into me, and all I saw were flashes of light while it washed over my body, my pussy clamping down on her fingers and my hips jerking violently.  She withdrew her fingers and very deliberately began sucking them clean while looking me right in the eye.  For myself, I was a ruin. My torso was heaving as I tried to get my breath back under control, thighs twitching and juices coating my thighs,  Linda took a few baby wipes and very carefully cleaned up my thighs and pussy while I lay there, utterly spent and then leaned down and kissed me again, this time very softly and tenderly.  She then straightened up and put her dress back on, handing me my clothes from the chair I had stacked them on.  I put them on, painfully aware of how shlubby I must look next to her in my tights, t shirt and hoodie.  “How is the back now?”  She asked with a bright smile and a wink.”

To be honest I had forgotten why I had come in the first place but now, up and moving around there wasn’t even a twinge from the sore area.  “Right as rain,” I said with a smile and she laughed and scribbled down her insta on a card.  

“I don’t want you to think this is something I usually do.  I’d probably get fired if they knew actually but, well I made an exception for you.”  She kissed me again and I responded enthusiastically and what might have happened next I’ll never know because the light in the room flashed twice.  “That’s our time’s up signal,” she said.  “DM me sometime,” she said and exited the room.  I counted to ten and walked out myself, thanking the lady at the desk and assuring her it had been a terrific experience.  I got back to my dorm and immediately stripped, laying on the bed and rubbing myself raw for two hours as I thought about Linda and her magic hands and tongue.  The only reason I stopped was because I had a tutorial I couldn’t skip so I reluctantly got dressed and headed out.  

I thought a lot about Linda the next few weeks and nearly messaged her a few times.  What stopped me?  Well it was complicated.  It occurred to me later that while I hadn’t expected or requested a sexual experience, I had paid for sex with another woman which was messing with my brain quite a bit.  Also, as I had said earlier, Linda was way out of my league and I have a jealous streak I am not proud of, but it’s there and I knew it. I would be way inside my own head all the time with her, seeing things that may or may not be there, reading way too much into things etc.  That said, do I regret the experience?  Fuck no.  There is no sexual memory that I have that I have masturbated to more and it remains an experience I will never forget.

>You can’t fucking stand him.  The lazy smile, no fucks given attitude, that way your boyfriend never stands up to him amd the never ending parade of bimbos that stumble their way out of their apartment every morning.  Sometimes, when you spend the night you can hear him pounding some dumbass coed senseless in his bedroom while your boyfriend snores and just lay there seething, imagining the smell of liquor and sex in his room.  

He claims to be a humanist and a philosopher but what he really is is a 27 year old stoner who happens to have been blessed with a fit 6’3” body, hazel green eyes that are almost hypnotic and an innate ability to get the panties of most of the undergrad females to drop within a few hours acquaintance. You’ve complained about what a pig he is several times to your boyfriend but he just shrugs and says that’s just who he is and you’ve never heard any of the girls complain. “He’s a good guy babe.  Sure, he is a bit of a player but it's not like he hides it from them.  They’re all adults and why do you care?  It’s not like he’s ever come on to you.”  

That was true.  His lazy smile and roaming eyes may have run over your body on occasion but that was just human nature. Other than that he paid no more attention to you than a coffee mug or table lamp.  Were you insulted?  Yes.  Maybe a bit jealous?  No …. welll … no.  Absolutely no.  You hate him.   

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Howdy all!  So as you can see, this RP is all about the uptight, has her life together girlfriend of my room mate who can’t stand the fact that I don’t seem to worry or give a fuck about anything other than the next bong hit, the next slice of pizza and the next 21 year old co-ed I bang.  Maybe two at a time.  Anyhow I would love to discuss this further and see how it plays out.  Please, detailed writers who are comfortable with first person only.  I don’t want to waste anyone’s time.  Thanks and hope to hear from you soon!   

CJ

I was reading the file for what had to be the fifth time, looking for something, anything that I might have missed. It doesn’t take much to break a case wide open.  One fingerprint or cigarette butt left at the scene, a text message, a hair sample, just one little thing and they could bring the whole weight of the Toronto Police Services down on this guy’s head and take him down once and for all.  I rubbed my eyes with my fingers, knowing that I probably needed reading glasses but I was too stubborn to get an eye exam.    

“Jameson!”  It was Inspector Myers' voice and I set the file down with a sigh.  I got up from my desk in the bullpen and headed off to the Inspector’s office to find himself waiting behind the desk.  “Sit down CJ.  I’ve got something I want to go over with you.”

“Last time you said that I ended up staking out a fish packing plant for eleven days.  My car smelled like an empty tuna can for weeks.”

“Nothing like that this time,” he said and something in the timber of his voice made me take notice.  It was almost like he was embarrassed but that wasn’t right either and his dark skin prevented me from getting helpful information like cheek coloration.  “How long since you’ve had a partner CJ?”

“Two years,” I replied, a frown starting to form.  “Look Reggie, we talked about this last year and we both decided I worked better alone.”

“I didn’t decide a damn thing,” Inspector Myers said, a growl in his voice. “You made a big deal about how you work better alone and since I wasn’t in the mood to argue with you I just let it go.  At the time we were fully staffed anyhow and there was no loose detective to pair you up with.”  He looked at me and then glanced away for a moment.  “Miguel was my friend too.  We all miss him but it’s time to put it to bed.  That’s what he would have wanted.”

Miguel Alverez had been my partner for almost twelve years when a plane crash killed him, his wife and both of their kids.  They had been flying out to Colorado to spend Christmas with his wife Amanda’s family and the plane had gone down in a freak lightning storm less than 50 km from Denver International.  The electrical systems had fried and well, that was that.  Air Canada flight 427, no survivors.  “It’s not about that Sir.  I just don’t think -”

“I don’t care what you think CJ. This one comes from the Superintendent of Major Crimes.  That means that you smile and nod and say yes sir, thank you sir, got it?”  I nodded but frowned.  Why would the Superintendent of Major Crimes get their panties in a bunch about me not having a partner?  I got the answer without asking.  Myers took a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped his forehead and hands.  “Look this whole thing stinks like politics but the gist is that your new partner is the Superintendent’s personal project, a shit hot Detective out of Vice that he’s grooming to be one of the “New Faces” of law enforcement.  She’s apparently the youngest to make Detective in 40 years.”

“She?” I roll my eyes, not believing what I am hearing.  “A woman?  You’re sticking me with a woman partner?  And not just any woman but a woman whose apple is being polished by the god damn Superintendent of Major Crimes?  What the fuck Reggie?”

“You are my best investigator and you know how to deal with pressure.  Do you know Mike Lowell in Vice?  Well he says she’s the smartest cop he’s ever met and her tenacity and work ethic are off the charts.  If you know Mike at all you know that he doesn’t give out praise lightly and if he says she is the real deal then I believe him.”  I thought about it for a moment.  Mike was a crusty old son of a bitch but he was also a legend on the force and if he was singing her praises … well.  

“I still don’t like it.  Look, I have nothing against women cops.  You know that.  But a partner, that’s a whole other story.  That’s a sacred trust man.  Your partner is your other half, the Yin to your Yang and the one you are supposed to get a drink with after work and bitch about your day.  How the hell do I do that with some Gen Z girl who was writing Twilight fan fiction when I was taking down car jacking crews and solving murders?”

“First of all, I don’t think anyone has written Twilight fan fiction in the past 10 years and secondly your stubborn ass could use someone to tweak it.  Get it together and be in Conference Room three in ten minutes.  The two of you can get acquainted while I give you your next case.”  Myers shook his head and stood up.  “That’s an order Detective Jameson.”

“Understood Sir,” I reply grumpily.  “Does she at least know which end of the gun goes bang?”

“Ask her yourself,” he replied and waved me out.  “Now go and I’ll see you in ten.”

“Fine,” I say and go back out to the bullpen.  I top up my coffee and use the washroom briefly then wash my hands and splash some water on my face.  A woman partner.  Great.  Well here goes nothing.  I head for Conference Room 3 and enter.  Myers isn’t there yet but my new partner is and it is all I can do not to drop my coffee.

“Hi, you must be Jameson.  My name is -”

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Howdy all! If you got this far that means you had to read my long ass intro. Sorry about that. That being said, you probably have the gist of things, veteran cop gets hotshot newbie partner and how things go from there. The general idea I had for your character would be a smart, serious and independent who is also smoking hot. She's capable but still pretty wet behind the ears and a bit of a chip on her shoulder about being a woman in what is still a bit of a boys club profession. We can discuss all of the details together of course but that is the basic gist. Kinks and limits can be discussed once we start working out the details. Hope to hear from you soon!

CJ

I was reading the file for what had to be the fifth time, looking for something, anything that I might have missed. It doesn’t take much to break a case wide open.  One fingerprint or cigarette butt left at the scene, a text message, a hair sample, just one little thing and they could bring the whole weight of the Toronto Police Services down on this guy’s head and take him down once and for all.  I rubbed my eyes with my fingers, knowing that I probably needed reading glasses but I was too stubborn to get an eye exam.    

“Jameson!”  It was Inspector Myers' voice and I set the file down with a sigh.  I got up from my desk in the bullpen and headed off to the Inspector’s office to find himself waiting behind the desk.  “Sit down CJ.  I’ve got something I want to go over with you.”

“Last time you said that I ended up staking out a fish packing plant for eleven days.  My car smelled like an empty tuna can for weeks.”

“Nothing like that this time,” he said and something in the timber of his voice made me take notice.  It was almost like he was embarrassed but that wasn’t right either and his dark skin prevented me from getting helpful information like cheek coloration.  “How long since you’ve had a partner CJ?”

“Two years,” I replied, a frown starting to form.  “Look Reggie, we talked about this last year and we both decided I worked better alone.”

“I didn’t decide a damn thing,” Inspector Myers said, a growl in his voice. “You made a big deal about how you work better alone and since I wasn’t in the mood to argue with you I just let it go.  At the time we were fully staffed anyhow and there was no loose detective to pair you up with.”  He looked at me and then glanced away for a moment.  “Miguel was my friend too.  We all miss him but it’s time to put it to bed.  That’s what he would have wanted.”

Miguel Alverez had been my partner for almost twelve years when a plane crash killed him, his wife and both of their kids.  They had been flying out to Colorado to spend Christmas with his wife Amanda’s family and the plane had gone down in a freak lightning storm less than 50 km from Denver International.  The electrical systems had fried and well, that was that.  Air Canada flight 427, no survivors.  “It’s not about that Sir.  I just don’t think -”

“I don’t care what you think CJ. This one comes from the Superintendent of Major Crimes.  That means that you smile and nod and say yes sir, thank you sir, got it?”  I nodded but frowned.  Why would the Superintendent of Major Crimes get their panties in a bunch about me not having a partner?  I got the answer without asking.  Myers took a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped his forehead and hands.  “Look this whole thing stinks like politics but the gist is that your new partner is the Superintendent’s personal project, a shit hot Detective out of Vice that he’s grooming to be one of the “New Faces” of law enforcement.  She’s apparently the youngest to make Detective in 40 years.”

“She?” I roll my eyes, not believing what I am hearing.  “A woman?  You’re sticking me with a woman partner?  And not just any woman but a woman whose apple is being polished by the god damn Superintendent of Major Crimes?  What the fuck Reggie?”

“You are my best investigator and you know how to deal with pressure.  Do you know Mike Lowell in Vice?  Well he says she’s the smartest cop he’s ever met and her tenacity and work ethic are off the charts.  If you know Mike at all you know that he doesn’t give out praise lightly and if he says she is the real deal then I believe him.”  I thought about it for a moment.  Mike was a crusty old son of a bitch but he was also a legend on the force and if he was singing her praises … well.  

“I still don’t like it.  Look, I have nothing against women cops.  You know that.  But a partner, that’s a whole other story.  That’s a sacred trust man.  Your partner is your other half, the Yin to your Yang and the one you are supposed to get a drink with after work and bitch about your day.  How the hell do I do that with some Gen Z girl who was writing Twilight fan fiction when I was taking down car jacking crews and solving murders?”

“First of all, I don’t think anyone has written Twilight fan fiction in the past 10 years and secondly your stubborn ass could use someone to tweak it.  Get it together and be in Conference Room three in ten minutes.  The two of you can get acquainted while I give you your next case.”  Myers shook his head and stood up.  “That’s an order Detective Jameson.”

“Understood Sir,” I reply grumpily.  “Does she at least know which end of the gun goes bang?”

“Ask her yourself,” he replied and waved me out.  “Now go and I’ll see you in ten.”

“Fine,” I say and go back out to the bullpen.  I top up my coffee and use the washroom briefly then wash my hands and splash some water on my face.  A woman partner.  Great.  Well here goes nothing.  I head for Conference Room 3 and enter.  Myers isn’t there yet but my new partner is and it is all I can do not to drop my coffee.

“Hi, you must be Jameson.  My name is -”

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Howdy all! If you got this far that means you had to read my long ass intro. Sorry about that. That being said, you probably have the gist of things, veteran cop gets hotshot newbie partner and how things go from there. The general idea I had for your character would be a smart, serious and independent who is also smoking hot. She's capable but still pretty wet behind the ears and a bit of a chip on her shoulder about being a woman in what is still a bit of a boys club profession. We can discuss all of the details together of course but that is the basic gist. Kinks and limits can be discussed once we start working out the details. Hope to hear from you soon!

CJ

I was reading the file for what had to be the fifth time, looking for something, anything that I might have missed. It doesn’t take much to break a case wide open.  One fingerprint or cigarette butt left at the scene, a text message, a hair sample, just one little thing and they could bring the whole weight of the Toronto Police Services down on this guy’s head and take him down once and for all.  I rubbed my eyes with my fingers, knowing that I probably needed reading glasses but I was too stubborn to get an eye exam.    

“Jameson!”  It was Inspector Myers' voice and I set the file down with a sigh.  I got up from my desk in the bullpen and headed off to the Inspector’s office to find himself waiting behind the desk.  “Sit down CJ.  I’ve got something I want to go over with you.”

“Last time you said that I ended up staking out a fish packing plant for eleven days.  My car smelled like an empty tuna can for weeks.”

“Nothing like that this time,” he said and something in the timber of his voice made me take notice.  It was almost like he was embarrassed but that wasn’t right either and his dark skin prevented me from getting helpful information like cheek coloration.  “How long since you’ve had a partner CJ?”

“Two years,” I replied, a frown starting to form.  “Look Reggie, we talked about this last year and we both decided I worked better alone.”

“I didn’t decide a damn thing,” Inspector Myers said, a growl in his voice. “You made a big deal about how you work better alone and since I wasn’t in the mood to argue with you I just let it go.  At the time we were fully staffed anyhow and there was no loose detective to pair you up with.”  He looked at me and then glanced away for a moment.  “Miguel was my friend too.  We all miss him but it’s time to put it to bed.  That’s what he would have wanted.”

Miguel Alverez had been my partner for almost twelve years when a plane crash killed him, his wife and both of their kids.  They had been flying out to Colorado to spend Christmas with his wife Amanda’s family and the plane had gone down in a freak lightning storm less than 50 km from Denver International.  The electrical systems had fried and well, that was that.  Air Canada flight 427, no survivors.  “It’s not about that Sir.  I just don’t think -”

“I don’t care what you think CJ. This one comes from the Superintendent of Major Crimes.  That means that you smile and nod and say yes sir, thank you sir, got it?”  I nodded but frowned.  Why would the Superintendent of Major Crimes get their panties in a bunch about me not having a partner?  I got the answer without asking.  Myers took a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped his forehead and hands.  “Look this whole thing stinks like politics but the gist is that your new partner is the Superintendent’s personal project, a shit hot Detective out of Vice that he’s grooming to be one of the “New Faces” of law enforcement.  She’s apparently the youngest to make Detective in 40 years.”

“She?” I roll my eyes, not believing what I am hearing.  “A woman?  You’re sticking me with a woman partner?  And not just any woman but a woman whose apple is being polished by the god damn Superintendent of Major Crimes?  What the fuck Reggie?”

“You are my best investigator and you know how to deal with pressure.  Do you know Mike Lowell in Vice?  Well he says she’s the smartest cop he’s ever met and her tenacity and work ethic are off the charts.  If you know Mike at all you know that he doesn’t give out praise lightly and if he says she is the real deal then I believe him.”  I thought about it for a moment.  Mike was a crusty old son of a bitch but he was also a legend on the force and if he was singing her praises … well.  

“I still don’t like it.  Look, I have nothing against women cops.  You know that.  But a partner, that’s a whole other story.  That’s a sacred trust man.  Your partner is your other half, the Yin to your Yang and the one you are supposed to get a drink with after work and bitch about your day.  How the hell do I do that with some Gen Z girl who was writing Twilight fan fiction when I was taking down car jacking crews and solving murders?”

“First of all, I don’t think anyone has written Twilight fan fiction in the past 10 years and secondly your stubborn ass could use someone to tweak it.  Get it together and be in Conference Room three in ten minutes.  The two of you can get acquainted while I give you your next case.”  Myers shook his head and stood up.  “That’s an order Detective Jameson.”

“Understood Sir,” I reply grumpily.  “Does she at least know which end of the gun goes bang?”

“Ask her yourself,” he replied and waved me out.  “Now go and I’ll see you in ten.”

“Fine,” I say and go back out to the bullpen.  I top up my coffee and use the washroom briefly then wash my hands and splash some water on my face.  A woman partner.  Great.  Well here goes nothing.  I head for Conference Room 3 and enter.  Myers isn’t there yet but my new partner is and it is all I can do not to drop my coffee.

“Hi, you must be Jameson.  My name is -”

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Howdy all! If you got this far that means you had to read my long ass intro. Sorry about that. That being said, you probably have the gist of things, veteran cop gets hotshot newbie partner and how things go from there. The general idea I had for your character would be a smart, serious and independent who is also smoking hot. She's capable but still pretty wet behind the ears and a bit of a chip on her shoulder about being a woman in what is still a bit of a boys club profession. We can discuss all of the details together of course but that is the basic gist. Kinks and limits can be discussed once we start working out the details. Hope to hear from you soon!

CJ

“Oh come on Allan, are you kidding me?  You want me to babysit this girl?”  I snort and drop the folder back on his desk in disgust.  “Get some kid from the Academy to do it.  I have better things to do than hold some celebutante’s purse while she takes selfies.”

“Look Christian, the SAC of the Baton Rouge office thinks this a credible threat as does the Colonel of the Louisiana State Police,” ADD Allan Holt said.  As an ADD or Assistant Deputy Director, Holt handled a lot of the higher profile cases, especially the ones that involved public figures, which Oliva Dunne certainly was.  “Look, this girl gets thousands of messages every day, from proposals of marriage to requests for socks or panties that she’s worn.  Now 99% of it is pretty harmless, if a bit gross or creepy, but this person knew her schedule to the minute, had photos of her at her private practice facility, her apartment, and took a picture of her bedroom while she was out doing errands.  He broke into her apartment and took pictures CJ,” he used my service nickname, one that had followed me to the Bureau from my time in The Army Rangers.  “The girl is scared and rightly so.  Her agent is threatening to sue half the law enforcement agencies in the country if she gets so much as a paper cut because of this idiot, and the national media are having a field day.  I need someone who can handle the media clowns, work the problem and get me a result.  It also doesn’t hurt to have a big, ugly guy with a badge following her around to discourage this guy from doing anything reckless.  You still shoot “Expert” on the firing range don’t you?”

“Both hands,” I say and sit down across from him.  “And yes I still teach hand to hand combat at Quantico when I’m in DC.”  I rub my face and sigh loudly. “I get it.  It’s politics.  They see a guy like me looking after her, they know we are taking it seriously.”  Being 6’3” and a fit 215 lbs has its advantages.  “I just think everyone is giving the douchebag too much credit.  Okay, he found out her schedule.  He could have got that a half dozen ways and it’s not all that hard to break into a gym  Hell, half the doors leading into the place were probably unlocked to begin with.  Now I do admit the bedroom thing is pretty creepy, but what kind of lock did she have on the door?  Some basic deadbolt you can buy for $19.99 at Walmart?  It’s not that hard to pick a lock if you have a little practice.”

“Then you should be able to track him down in a couple of days and be back for the weekly basketball game on Saturday morning,” Allan said with a smile.  Some of the guys from the Secret Service and the FBI had a long standing basketball game on Saturday mornings, the losers having to pay for lunch afterwards.  “As I recall, the Bureau has a six week winning streak at the moment.”

“Something like that,” I agreed.  In all reality I should be running my own field division at this point in my career but I had long ago decided that office work was not for me.  Hence my title, Roving Inspector, which put me in all sorts of new and interesting situations and out in the field where I wanted to be, chasing bad guys.  Allan had made me sort of his personal fixer a few years ago and kept the IA guys off my back.  I sighed again and nodded my acquiescence.  “When is my flight?”

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Hello all!  So for this RP I would be playing as an FBI agent assigned to protect you and find a super creepy stalker that is after you.  I used Olivia Dunne as an example but it could really be anyone.  If there is someone you would rather play as or if you have any ideas to modify the RP don’t be shy.  My kinks are pretty wide open but I won’t do snuff, beast, toilet stuff, marking, cutting, branding etc.  Hope to hear from you soon! All characters must be 18+.

Let’s get this part done. 49, married 13 years and now divorced, no kids.  I have never disliked a woman enough to make her raise a child of mine.  My ex is not a demon and we get along fine.  The spark was long gone however and we know all of each other’s stories so “new” is incredibly appealing right now.  I am EST, and live an hour outside of Toronto in Canada.  I am 6'3" with a dad bod, ginger blonde hair, hazel eyes and a short beard. Now a few random facts about me:

I believe that cold water boils faster in a kettle than warm.  This is provably untrue and the science has been explained to me but I still boil water from cold. 

I like to eat my food in the order of what tastes best while still warm and what tastes okay while colder.  Not sure if this a spectrum thing but it just makes sense to me.  Eggs, then home fries, then toast, then bacon.  

 I have a HBSc in Psychology.  I have never worked in the field.   

I hate when they put way too much lettuce on my sandwich at Subway and it erupts everywhere thus transferring mayo and mustard to my shirt.  They do this all the time.  

My mother assures me this didn’t happen but I have a vivid memory of being a toddler, probably around three or four years old and going into the kitchen pantry and causing an open bag of flour to fall, coating me and the inside of the pantry in loose flour along with the standard tears and recriminations such an event would birth.  

I am a natural Dom and have trained many subs over the years. If you have any questions about that feel free to ask.

I am a huge nerd when it comes to many things, History, 90s trivia, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and many other things.  Be prepared.

I drink my coffee black and my whisky neat.  I very rarely smoke weed or take edibles but have no problem with people who do.  Just not my cup of tea.

I have an 11.5 year old boxer/border collie mix named Dublin and she is pretty much my favourite thing on the planet.

I despise Brussels Sprouts.  They are the worst.  Do not try and convince me otherwise.

So, if you are still reading this, for one, hooray!  I kept your interest for a few seconds at least.  I say we chat and find out more about one another. Hope to hear from you soon,

CJ