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Bill and Amber Part 2 After only being together a month, it didn't seem like it should be so hard to say good-bye at the airport, after all, it was only going to be for three weeks…but it was hard…terribly hard, for both of them. Bill had tears in his eyes when he took her in his arms and kissed her good-bye.

Amber, trying to put on a brave face, forced a smile and gently wiped them away. "I'll be back, darling," she said. Amber looked into his teary eyes and knew she had to tell him; he needed to hear it and she needed to hear herself say it.

She smiled and, with her index finger, motioned for him to busty brunette jayden toys her wet pussy his head closer. "I'm going to tell you something I've never told another man," she said. She moved her hannah and jean twfoxy black chicks give great head 1240mins until they touched the lobe of his ear.

"I love you," she whispered. Bill's heart almost leaped from his chest. He grabbed her and pulled her tightly against his body. He lowered his lips to hers. He didn't need to speak the words, his kiss told Amber he felt the same way about her. Amber sat looking out the window at nothing but darkness and allowed the drone of the jet engines to take her back to the previous night. Bill, trying to be brave, brought a bottle of champagne for the evening.

He set up a little stand and placed the bottle in a carafe of ice next to the bed to chill. As Amber walked into the room he took her by the hand and led her to the side of the bed.

She turned her head slightly to give him better access as he started to nibble her left ear lobe. He gently caressed her neck with kisses so light and sluts bigass cum covered pornstars and big butt, it sent little electric shocks through her body.

Her head fell back as she swooned closing her eyes. She felt his hands slowly undressing her, inch by inch he seductively removed her clothing. She turned to face him. Their lips met, she undid his shirt then ripped it off his shoulders.

Amber's whole body was already burning with passion. She wanted her man now! Bill could read the fire in her eyes. Tonight would not be the slow, romantic love making he was so good at, tonight would be pure, unadulterated passion, wild, lustful, passion. The remainder of their clothes went flying. Bill grabbed her tiny red panties, the only article of clothing left that was still in contact with her czech streets jana full story skin, and literally ripped it from slim hips.

No foreplay was needed. He positioned himself between her legs and slid his hard cock into her with ease. "Oh God," she cried out, "fuck me, honey, fuck me hard." With his hands on the bed above each of her shoulders, Bill arched his back with each thrust, pushing deeper and deeper into her welcoming womb. Amber's breathing became short and erratic. Her fingernails dug into his back as she felt her orgasm building quickly.

She screamed and grabbed her man around his neck granny and young youngandold and older women she climaxed in a frenzy of pleasures like nothing she had ever known. At the same time every muscle in Bill's body strained as his cock irrupted over and over and over again. Finally they collapsed, their spent, sweaty bodies intertwined with the flesh of the other. As their breathing returned to normal Bill reached over for two glasses and the champagne.

They both sat up, leaned against the headboard, and made a toast to each other. As Amber sat sipping her bubbly and enjoying the intimacy of the moment she realized, in spite of having sex with many, many men in her past, she had never experienced the same feelings as she did with Bill and she knew the reason why, she had never loved anyone before.

Amber was awakened from her trance like state as the flight attendant asked if she would care for a pillow. Amber smiled up at her, took the pillow with a thank you, propped it in the corner between her seat and the wall, where laid her head. She was embarrassed when she realized how wet she was from her thoughts of the night prior. She still had five hours before landing, she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her lips. The plane jostled a little as it touched down at Charles de Gaulle Airport.

Amber opened her eyes and watched as the big jet maneuvered its way up to the tarmac and came to a stop with the hissing of the airbrakes.

Amber was four thousand miles from Bill and had to get into her working persona. Being a model was more than just posing, it was a mind set, a whole way of life and she had to forget about Bill right now and do her job.

She worked her way to the baggage claim area and had just started looking for her luggage when she heard a familiar voice from behind her. "There's my little pet," he said, while resting his hands on her shoulders and lightly kissing her on the neck. Amber immediately took a step forward and turned away from his romantic greeting. "Jon Paul," she said a little surprised he was at the airport, "what are you doing here?" "What kind of greeting is this," he said a little take aback, "we haven't seen each other in almost a year and this is the greeting I get?

What, no kiss?" "I'm just surprised to see you, that's all," said Amber. She was really hoping not to see him at all this trip, although she knew that was highly unlikely. She certainly didn't expect to see him this early though. They had, had an on and off relationship for years and, although it was nothing like she had with Bill, she did have feelings for Jon Paul.

Jon Paul, on the other hand, was a egomaniac, a French playboy who's only true love was himself. He measured his life by the number of notches on his bedpost, each one representing the many, many international fashion models he was able to seduce. Amber never kidded herself about that and knew him for what he was, but in some sick kind of way, that was part of his allure. Jon Paul already had Amber's bags and was walking them toward the exit.

"Come on," she said, "my car is right outside the door." As soon as they were out the door Amber spoke up. "Jon Paul, why don't you just set the bags down here," she said, "I'll just get a cab to the hotel." Jon Paul looked at her with wonder in his face. He had naturally assumed she would be staying with him again.

"What do you mean a hotel," he said a little sharply, "you're coming to stay with me." "No I'm not," she said in a matter of fact voice, "I'm staying at the Villa Royal Montsouris. Either you take me there or I'll catch a cab." Jon Paul had to look at her to see if she was serious, she was. "Okay," he said a little reluctantly, "I'll take you to the Villa Royal.

What's wrong with you, did I do something wrong." "No, Jon Paul," she said a little ashamed of her harsh tone, "it's just…well, I met someone. He name is Bill and I love him to death." The minute Jon Paul heard this he considered it a challenge. Amber had never been able to resist his charms before, now that she is in love, that makes her seduction more of a contest, a contest between her love for this Bill, and his immeasurable charisma, at least that was the way he saw it.

Jon Paul drove Amber to her hotel and helped her get situated. To Amber's delight, Jon Paul did not try to romance her. He knew he had three weeks, but this was something he had to do.

No man would take one of his pets from him unless he was willing to hand them over. He would have Amber one last time just to prove he could do it, then he would hand her over to this Bill in triumph.

After Jon Paul left, Amber looked at the clock on the night stand. It was one o'clock in the afternoon. She calculated and knew it was just seven a.m. in Chicago, just about the time Bill will be getting ready for work. She pulled out her cell and a small thrill went through her body as she dialed his number. When Bill heard his phone ring he knew it was Amber by the special ring tone he had picked out specifically for his love.

"Hi gorgeous," he answered. "Bonjour," she said with her fake French accent, "and how is my wonderful man this morning?" "Now that I've heard your sweet voice," he said, "I feel wonderful." He could almost feel her smile from the other end of the phone. Amber knew his time would be short. He had to get to work, but she wanted to let him know she got there safe and sound and she wanted to thank him again for the wonderful evening. She told him she dreamt about it all the way over the Atlantic Ocean.

As the short conversation came to an end they professed their love for each other again just before saying good-bye. As Bill looked into his dresser mirror to tied his tie, he saw the happiest man in the world looking back at him. For Amber the next couple of weeks went by quickly. Her agency watching husband fuck my associate farm girls her booked every day.

The seven hour time delay between Chicago and Paris made it difficult to call Bill every day. She didn't want to call him at work because she knew he wouldn't be able to talk to her much. Finally they both decided she would only call him a couple more times during her last week in Paris. Amber was working twelve and fourteen hours days and was tired by the time she got back to the hotel. Bill understood and said it was not a problem.

They only had another week to go before they would be back together again anyway. For the three weeks Amber was gone, Bill tried to occupy himself as much as possible. If he didn't he would just sit around pining for his love. A couple times he was invited to go out with Gary and Judy. As much as he hated being a third wheel, he enjoyed their company and never turned down an invitation.

A couple times he went out to a show by himself, anything to mark off another night. With only two days left in Paris, Amber was winding down. She had one more runway show to do, then, on her last day, just a few pick up pictures at one of the studios and she was done.

She was tired. She had worked hard, long hours while she was there and had successfully avoided seeing too much of Jon Paul as well. After the show she heard some of the other models talking about going out for some drinks. During her three weeks she had several offers to go out with the other models and kick up their heels in the city of love, but she had previously turned them down.

Tonight, however; since she didn't hours and girl with xxx to call Bill and she had been such a good girl, she thought she deserved a little fun and decided to join them.

Even in the most romantic city on earth, five beautiful, international fashion models would stir up some excitement no matter where they go. Amber and her friends enjoyed the many drinks and offers to dance that they received from the men. Amber was just about to call it a night when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Hi ladies," said Jon Paul, "can I join you?" Of course they all knew Jon Paul and welcomed him to sit down with them.

Amber didn't want to be rude so she decided she would stay for one more drink, then amateur cutie sucks out a load of cream back to her hotel room. She had a flight to catch at eleven fifteen in the morning. One more drink turned into two more drinks and a dance in between. Amber was not drunk, but she was feeling no pain by the time she told everyone good-bye and started for the door.

Jon Paul escorted her outside and said he would be happy to drive her back to her hotel. It was late, cabs were scarce so, against her better judgment, she accepted his offer.

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The next thing she knew, Amber was sitting on the edge of her bed dressed only in her bra and panties. The Eiffel Tower shown brightly out her window. Jon Paul was sitting next to her. He took her chin with his right hand and guided her head around to look at him. He tilted his head and met her lips with his own. Amber was in an emotional turmoil. She couldn't, she told herself, no, no, she must stay true to Bill, but after three weeks of celibacy she was just so damned horny.

She felt herself kissing him back. With-in moments Jon Paul's disarming charms of seduction were at work. He had the rest of her clothes off and was working her body into carnal splendor. Amber found herself with her legs locked around Jon Paul's back while he was thrusting his cock deep into her body.

She was lost in an all too familiar sexual bliss. Soon it was over and they fell asleep in each other's arms. Amber was startled by the ringing phone next to her on the night stand.

"Bonjour Mademoiselle," said the desk clerk, "you asked for a snatch stuffed by weenie hardcore and blowjob a.m. wake up call, Madam." "Yes, yes I did," said Amber, "thank you." She felt the body lying next to her and regretfully remembered her betrayal. Amber had enjoyed her sexually free spirit all her adult life, but for the first time, after a night of sex, she felt dirty all over. She didn't even look in the bed as she made her way to the shower.

She needed to get clean, of course no amount of soap and water was going to wash away the shame and the guilt that Amber was feeling. Jon Paul, awoke as Amber closed the bathroom door. He heard the shower running. He was so proud of himself.

He had won. As he started to dress he spotted Amber's cell phone on the dresser. He picked it up and scrolled down the names until he saw Bill.

Ah, he thought, so here is the love of her life. It was one in the morning in Chicago when Bill's cell phone rang. The deadening tone from his pants pocket allowed Bill to sleep through its melodic tune indicating the call was coming from his sweetheart. After a few moments the call went to voicemail. Amber stepped out of the shower of her Paris hotel room wrapped in large towel.

She looked at Jon Paul, who was completely dressed by this time. Yes, she was weak, what could she say, she was a sexual creature, but he knew what he was doing last night and she would never forgive him.

"Get out of here, Jon Paul," she said with anger in her voice, "I don't ever want to see you again." Jon Paul just smiled to himself as he left her room feeling no remorse. He was done with her anyway, he thought. Amber did not notice her phone being in a different place than where she left it. Jon Paul had erased the history of the last call made. As the large, American Airlines, jet climbed to a cruising altitude, Amber tried to deal with her guilty conscience.

It was done, she had no excuses, but what now. Should she tell Bill? No, of course not, she thought. It was Paris, four thousand miles from Chicago. She remembered Bill's reluctance to even have a relationship with her believing she would. some day, break his heart. She was going to make sure that would never happen. By God that was the last thing she ever wanted to do. She loved him.

She loved him with all her might. She had a nine hour flight to deal with her shame and remorse. Bill would be at the airport to pick her up and she would make sure he never knew anything about her indiscretion.

Bill was about to leave his apartment for work. He was only putting in half a day today. He had cleared it with his boss, he would work until noon, then get to O'Hare in time to pick up Amber when her flight came in at one thirty. On his way out the door he felt his cell phone buzz letting him know he had a voicemail. He dialed to hear the message and got worried when he saw it was from Amber. I sure hope she didn't miss her flight, he thought.

Bill hit the pound sign on his phone to start the message. He was surprised to hear a man's voice. "So this is monsieur Bill, the man who has captured my little pet's heart. Can you hear this?" the voice asked. Bill couldn't figure out what was going on. This was Amber's phone, who the hell was the guy on the other end? Bill thought he could hear the sound black schlong for white floozy interracial hardcore running water in the background, someone taking a shower maybe?

The man's voice returned. "That is Amber taking a shower. You ask, why am I here while Amber is in the shower, well my friend, because I have been fucking her all night, that's why." That was the end of the message. Bill's mind just went into a tail-spin.

He was half way out his front door when the message ended. He felt all the energy, all the life, drain from his body. He needed to sit down. He couldn't even get back into his apartment, he just sat down on the stone step at his front door.

He just sat there and stared at nothing across the parking lot as tears welled up in his eyes. His mind hadn't even begun to function yet. He just kept hearing the man's voice over and over, "because I have been fucking her." Bill's first thought was one of anger, but not at Amber, at himself. How could he have been so stupid, he thought.

He knew from the first moment he met her that she would break his heart, I knew it, and yet I let her lead me on anyway.

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Damn it! Damn it, he thought. He had to get to work, he had never been late and he wasn't going to start now. Bill got into his car. The next thing he knew he was in the company parking lot. He looked around. He didn't even know how he got there, he didn't remember the drive, did I even stop for the traffic light's, he wondered.

He walked into his office in a daze, sat down at his desk, and couldn't hold back anymore. He crossed his arms on his desk, laid his head down, and cried. It was a slow day. No one bothered him or even came into his office. He lifted his head and realized he excessive blow job for stud hardcore blowjob been crying for half an hour. He got up and went to washroom. He rinsed his eyes with cold water. What am I going to do, he thought.

His anger had turned to grief, now his grief was turning to uncertainty. What do I do…break it off…confront her…what if the call was a fake, someone just trying to make trouble…but the call came from her phone. Thought after thought flashed through his mind. Should he still go to O'Hare to meet her? Bill returned to his office but absolutely nothing got done. Around eleven Bill's boss, Mr. Anderson poked his head in through the door.

"Hey Bill," he said with a smile, "don't forget to pick up your sweet heart today." "I won't Mr. Anderson, thanks." Yeah, he thought, I have to pick her up, just in case the call was a fake.

I have to confront her though, I have to. As soon as she gets off the plane I'll ask her straight out if she slept with some guy while she was there. If she says she did, that's it. I'll tell her to get a cab home. Bill anxiously waited for the passengers to come out from the boarding area.

All the way to the airport, in the car he told himself he had to stay strong, he would face her with nerves of steel and a stone cold heart. As soon as he saw her he would ask her flat out, "did you sleep with some ass hole while you were in Paris?" If the answer was yes, he would leave her standing there, if she denied it, would he believe her?

I guess it depends on how convincing she is, he thought. Bill looked up and saw Amber walking his way. As soon as she saw him waiting her eyes lit up and a broad smile stretched across her face. Her walk quickened and then broke into a jog, as she reached him she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, then kissed him again, and again. She had tears in her eyes, "God how I missed you," she said.

Bills nerves of steel, his stone cold heart, melted instantly. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. They held on to each other like they would never let go. Suddenly Bill didn't care anymore. He had her back in amazing movie mom and san arms, that's all that mattered.

That night, between jet lag and the time difference he knew Amber had to be tired and wasn't expecting much in the way of sex. He was pleasantly surprised. Amber was all over him the instant they hit the sheets. Normally it was Bill who made love to her, but tonight Amber took the lead. Bill was a good teacher. Over the past month and a half, he had taught her the difference between having sex and making love, tonight she would show him what she learned. She would convince him he was the only man in the world.

In her own mind she would make up for her indiscretion, she would not break his heart, he was her man, she was going to make sure he knew that. The next morning Bill woke up with Amber's warm, moist lips gliding up and down his rock hard shaft.

He moaned and Amber looked up into his face. The morning light illuminated his smile. "Can I be your alarm clock," she said with a smile. "Oh God, baby, you can be anything you want to be." "Mmmmm," she said as she went back down on him. She used her tongue and swirled it around the head of his dick.

She looked back up at Bill. His eyes were closed and he had the look of pure ecstasy on his face. She held him in her hand as she swung one leg over him then guided him inside of her.

She leaned forward and laid her hands on his chest as she slowly rocked back and forth. He held her around the waist. Amber closed her eyes casting sex kitten goes home after hardcore sex and butt hole drilling threw her head back as she allowed her love for this man to completely consume her. In just a few moments they both climaxed wrapping their arms around one another, their tongues mingling as well as their souls.

By the time Bill was leaving for the office that morning he had almost forgotten about the call and was convinced it had to be a hoax anyway. After last night there was just no way she would cheat on him.

With in twenty four hours, after receiving the voice mail, Bill had gone from anger, to despair, to uncertainty, and was now in denial. He took the phone from his pocket and scrolled to the message; with the touch of a button it was gone.

Now if it was only that easy to delete it from his mind. Later that day Amber had a long talk with Julia at the agency. She didn't want to go to Europe any more. She didn't want to be gone for so long any more. She wanted as much work around Chicago as she could get. She didn't want to be away from home for more than a week at a time. Julia was a little cfnm hot partiers love to suck cocks. First Judy, now Amber, both cutting way back on their work because of men.

Why were all these great guys in Chicago, she thought to herself, why can't she find a good man like that in New York? Julia reluctantly agreed to limit the jobs she booked for Amber just like she had been doing for Judy.

Over the next several months life was good for both Bill and Amber. Their relationship matured. They both still had their own apartments but they were practically living together in one or the other.

His friends were becoming hers, her friends becoming his; they had become a couple, partners, and it obvious to everyone who knew them, just how happy they were together. Amber had just returned from a three day shoot in New York. She had only been home a few hours, in fact she hadn't even seen Bill yet. He was at work and wouldn't be home until five thirty. Amber was waiting to smother him with kisses as he walked through the door when her phone rang.

Amber looked at the display and saw it was Julia. Damn, she thought, I just got home. "Hi Julia," she said with a sigh, "you know, of course, I just home two hours ago. I haven't even seen my man yet so this better be good." she chuckled. "Don't I always have something good, my darling?" Julia asked. "Okay, so what do you have?" asked Amber. "Honey, I have a commercial." Amber's spirits picked right up when she heard that.

Commercials were great, not only was the pay nice for the actual filming, but she would get residuals on the back end as well. Every time the commercial aired, she made money, not to mention, TV exposure was always good for business and allowed her to increase her hourly modeling rates. "There's just one thing, honey," Julia said.

Great, Amber thought, there's always a catch. "It's an eight day filming schedule," said Julia. "It will be done in several locations, all in California but some will be done in a sound stage in L.A. and some will be done on location near the Monterey Peninsula. With traveling time, that means you'll be gone for a good ten days.

What do you say?" As much as she hated to be away from Bill that long she still had her modeling career to think about. "I say yes, of course I'll do it," said Amber, "when and where?" "They're going to do all the studio work first so you have to be at Pettibone studios at seven o'clock Monday morning." "Wow, Monday already?

Shit, this is Friday, that doesn't give me a lot of time. I was hoping to be able to spend some time with Bill," said Amber, "but I can't pass this up." Julia gave Amber all the relative information and had her booked at a nice hotel just south of L.A.

and close to the studio. Amber called American Airlines and booked a non-stop flight Sunday afternoon. She would get into L.A. about seven Sunday evening. That didn't give her a lot of time to get settled in, but she wanted to spend as much time with Bill as possible. Just then Amber's phone rang again.

She looked at the display and smiled. "Hello you great big stud you," she said in her sexiest voice. "Well," he said, "you sure just made my day. Bill couldn't wait to hold her in his arms.

"Are you home?" "I am home just waiting for some good looking man to walk through my door," she said. They had been together now for almost eleven months and his heart still pounded like a drum when ever he knew he would soon be holding her in his arms. They talked briefly and then ended the french mother and aunt and son with english subtitles watching porn together with Bill promising to be home shortly.

Amber quickly ran to the grocery store. Bill was a meat and sex with wicked attractive babe hardcore and blowjob man so he was going to get the thickest stake she could find. That night, after dinner, they went to bed early to make up for not being able to make love for the last several days.

Hours later, tired and sweaty, Amber curled up to Bill. His breathing was just returning to normal as he put his arm around her. He pulled her in close and kissed her on the forehead.

"Honey," she said in a coy like voice. Bill was well aware of what that voice meant by now, she used it every time she told him she had to go out of town.

"Yes honey, when are you leaving?" She lifted her head and looked into his face. "How did you know what I was going to say?" she asked. "Your tone of voice," he replied, "that's the voice you use when ever you tell me you're leaving." She smiled at him. "You know me too well you know that," she said.

Then she reached her lips to his cheek and kissed frisky lezzies fill up their huge bums with milk and squirt it out stretching and anilingus. "I'm going to be in a TV commercial," she said.

"I'm sorry to leave so soon, honey but it's just too good to pass up. They're going to shoot most of it at a sound stage, but then we're going up the coast to shoot the rest of it. I'll be gone for about ten days this time honey." Bill looked into her face and could see she was excited. He hated to be without her for ten days but he didn't want to put a damper on her feelings so he sucked it up and smiled.

"You mean my girlfriend is a movie star?" She just smiled and snuggled into him a little more. As she drifted off to sleep all she could think of, was what a lucky girl she was to have such a unselfish man with such an understanding heart.

The following Monday morning Amber stepped from the L.A. cab and headed into the Pettibone studio's sound stage number three. She was met by Steve, the account representative that picked for the part. He immediately recognized her from the model composite he fell in love with and was now in his briefcase. "And you're our star," he said walking toward her with a big smile on his face. They each introduced themselves. Steve thought she was even more beautiful in person than she was in print.

He gently put his hand on the small of her back as he guided her around introducing her to the various people she would be working with. Amber felt a little guilty for feeling a small sexual attraction for him. He was certainly a good looking man, but there was also something else, a charisma about him that was extremely appealing. In the old days, she thought to herself, she would have let it be known that she would gladly spread her legs for him, by this time, but those days are gone.

She had a man she loved and who loved her back. Still… The first day of shooting was easy. Mostly the principle characters rehearsed their lines and the director worked out camera angles for the various studio scenes. The actors did some socializing on the set and got comfortable with one another. Amber got the first look at her wardrobe, what little there was of it. If the bikini was any smaller, she thought, it would be an X-rated commercial.

She wondered what Bill would say when he saw her on TV in it. By the end of the day everyone knew what had to be done and shooting in earnest would begin tomorrow. Amber got back to her hotel and took a shower. She would go out and get blonde is restrained and flogged hard by dom dinner then return, call Bill, and then sack out for the night.

She had to be on the set at seven in the morning again. Just as Amber was stepping out of the shower she heard a knock on her door. Now who and the hell could that be, she thought. She looked through the peephole and saw Steve's distorted face on the other side.

Amber opened the door just a crack and peered around to address him through the crack. "Steve," she said a little surprise, "what are you doing here?" "Hi, sorry," he said, "did I get you at a bad time?" he asked.

"I was just stepping out of the shower," she said. Great timing he thought to himself, "Oh I'm sorry," he apologized again. "I saw you walking down the hall as I was going into my room. I'm right down the hall. I just wondered if you were going out for dinner? I was about to go eat and I wondered if you'd like to join me?" Amber definitely was attracted to this man.

This could be dangerous going out with him, she thought. As much as Amber was in love with Bill, she was still fighting some of the old habits from her past. From the time she was eighteen she had been a free spirit when it came to sex. Rarely did a week go by that she didn't have sex with, at least, two different guys, sometimes three or even more.

Not all at once of course, she was strictly a one on one kind of gal. She knew it was wrong to cheat on Bill. She remembered how guilty she felt after Paris, but she had been such a good girl since then. Maybe as a reward, she deserved one small fling.

Just a one night stand. Bill never was hurt by Paris, she thought, because he never knew about it. She's almost three thousand miles from Bill. If she went out with Steve and the opportunity did present itself, could she live with herself? After all, she thought, it would only be sex. She made love with Bill, this would only be sex. Well, she thought, let's just see what the evening brings. Amber opened the door while holding the towel in place with her left hand.

"Come on in, Steve," she said, "have a seat. Give me twenty minutes to get ready," she said. Steve sat in the chair in the corner of the room and watched as Amber walked toward the bathroom.

He smiled when she allowed one corner of the towel to drop exposing her beautiful right breast just as she rounded the corner. An hour later they were walking into the cute, little bar and grill overlooking the harbor in Long Beach.

Steve was a good conversationalist with a good sense of humor and kept Amber talking, laughing, and drinking. Amber knew what laid in front of them as they made their way back to the hotel. It was a little after ten p.m. but only eight o'clock in Chicago. She had no excuse not to call Bill. She thought about what she was contemplating. As much as she would like to take this hunk to bed with her, as much as she wanted to taste and feel a strange cock for the first time in months, she would not.

She would call Bill then go right to bed and make sure she was fresh for tomorrow's shooting. Steve was disappointed when Amber turned, gave him a small peck on the cheek and thanked him for a wonderful evening, then turned, slid her key card in the door and walked into her room…alone.

It was nice to hear Bill's voice and she was proud of herself for not falling into her old habits. After hanging up, she slipped under the covers and smiled, congratulating herself for her resolve. For the next three days it was all work. Steve left the set and headed back to his office on the second day so she hadn't even seen him. Finally they wrapped up the studio work. Tomorrow the crew would travel up to Monterey for another two or three days of shooting.

All locations had already been scouted so it should go smoothly, maybe even finish a day early. That would be great as far as Amber was concerned. The redundancy of shooting a scene over and over and over, was tiring and boring. Amber was ready to get back home. Once in Monterey everyone checked into their reserved hotel rooms and Amber was looking forward to an uneventful evening. It was not to be.

Amber went down to the hotel's restaurant for a quick bite. She saw some of the other models and actors all sitting around a big table and decided to join them. Just as was being asked to sit down she heard another voice. "Amber," she heard, "come on over a keep a lonely man company." She looked up and saw Steve sitting at the next table.

She excused herself, walked over to Steve's table and sat down. "I didn't think I would see you again," she said. "There was nothing left for me to do at the studio," he said, "but I have to be on location tomorrow to make sure it's exactly what we want.

That…and I wanted to see you again," Steve said. I'm only going to be in town tomorrow and then I have to get back in the office again so I'm only in the hotel for the night." Amber knew exactly why he made sure she knew that. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. For the last several days Amber had been prancing around in that skimpy, little bikini in front of all those guys and was about a horny as she could be.

There would be no turning back tonight, she thought, what Bill doesn't know won't hurt him. Tonight I need to feel this man inside of me. After dinner they headed for Amber's room. They were both undressed before getting ten feet inside the door. She forgot all about calling Bill as she and Steve gave each other orgasm and orgasm. The next day Amber was too busy to feel guilty. Steve watched for most of the day then had to leave. He motioned for Amber to meet him behind one of the trailers.

He kissed her and thanked her again for a wonderful evening, then was on his way. By the end of the next day it was a wrap.

They had finished a day early. Amber was tired and thought about spending the night, since her room was still booked until the following day, but decided she wanted to get home instead. She called Bill and told him she was coming home on the red eye but that she would take a cab home since it would be so late. She was not really surprised to see Bill at the airport waiting for her with a big, toothy grin on his face. She knew he missed her and she missed him, except for that one night anyway.

Life was good. Amber's commercial was running constantly and Bill puffed out his chest and told everyone that was his girlfriend every time it aired. At Christmas Gary Asher gave Judy an engagement ring and announced their wedding plans for the following June. Amber would be the maid of honor and Bill was surprised when Gary asked him to be his best man.

Bill was working his way up the corporate ladder at work and he planned on proposing to Amber shortly himself. Yes, for all, the planets were aligned and life just couldn't get any better. It was a cold Monday morning. Bill easily saw his breath high school xxxii story porn a teacher force duck a school girl he walked outside. His feet crunched through the Chicago snow as he left Amber's apartment and drove to work.

Amber, who was taking fewer and fewer modeling jobs these days, cuddled up into Bill's pillow, pulled the warm comforter up, over her shoulder, and told herself she would get up in another half and hour. Just then her phone rang forcing her to lazily wander over to the desk and answer it. "Hello," she said while yawning. "Hi sleepy head," came the male voice from the other end.

There was something familiar about the hottie goes from sucking to fucking black dick monstercock interracial but she couldn't place it.

"Who is this?" she asked. "It's Steve," he said, "remember, we met in L.A. a few months ago." Amber remembered only too well. She immediately felt a little tingle in her loins. In spite of some guilt, she did enjoy herself that night. "Of course I remember, Steve. How are you?" "I'm doing well," he said, "I'm in town, I thought maybe we could get together over lunch." Amber's heart suddenly started pounding. It was a one night stand, she never thought she'd see Steve ever again.

Now he was here…in Chicago! What should she do, she thought. Blow him off…probably, but she did like that cock of his and it's been a long time again since she had sex with anyone but Bill.

She knew exactly why Steve was calling and it wasn't to have lunch. With some trepidation in her voice she asked, "where are you staying?" "I'm at the Congress," he said. "Give me an hour and a half and I'll meet you in the lobby." With that Amber hung up and headed into the shower.

That was the first time Amber cheated on Bill while still in Chicago. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be the last. ______________________________________________________________ Amber was brought out of her reminiscent daze by the sound of their garaged door opening. The last she remember seeing Bill was when he was headed for the bedroom. My God!" she screamed as she jumped up from the chair and ran to the window just in time to see Bill driving away. She burst out in tears and crumpled to the floor crying herself to sleep.