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Our marriage of convenience broke up in Yellowknife.We’d been together for about three years. She was Swiss-French, and I was English-Canadian.Meeting in Indonesia, we’d travelled together for two years, overland through Asia to Europe. Then a year in Switzerland working at a ski station. Then six months in the Baja living on a beach in an old Volkswagen van.When we started running out of money, we drove back up to Canada. Rumour had it there were jobs in the north. We finally ended up in Yellowknife, and things didn’t hold together for long.Up at 6 a.m., work construction, then home at 6 p.m., wondering what the fuck had happened to the day. This was no longer a grand adventure: this was just bullshit.Like all good relationships, it came apart quickly when there was no there there anymore. I moved out soon afterwards.________________________ I’d been couch surfing with friends for a few weeks now, and my welcome was wearing thin. I needed a place to live.At a Friday night party, I was introduced to Beth. A contract accountant, she moved where the work was: mining companies, parts suppliers, you name it. I couldn’t think of anything more mundane to do for a living.Like her profession, on first impression Beth seemed a bit… bland. Medium height. Medium weight. Non-descript brown hair, large breasts, large hips, medium belly. But she needed a roommate. Perfect, I thought. No complications here.I took her up on the offer, and moved in the next day._________________________ It was now about two weeks since we’d started sharing her apartment. With our conflicting schedules, we’d hardly seen each other. This was the first Saturday that we were both off at the same time.Sitting at the kitchen table, we sipped our coffees. We’d both been out the night before, but on different circuits: I liked hard blues, she liked country. Obviously, we went to different clubs.Still rolling hard with our hangovers, neither of us felt much like talking. Bleary-eyed, I looked at Beth. She looked back at me, pretty much feeling the same way. We blathered on, making morning-speak, talking about everything and nothing. We quickly seemed to run out of things to say, and finally settled into an awkward silence.After a few uncomfortable moments, Beth leaned in, looked at me, and said, “I have a bone to pick with you.”Oh great, I thought. Now I’m gonna get an etiquette lesson from a bookkeeper.“Hmmm?” I responded.“A bone. To pick,” Beth countered. “With you.”“Uhhh… OK.”“So… you’re neat, you’re clean, and you’re quiet.” She looked at me. I nodded.“An OK roommate. But you’re just way too tight.”“Tight?” I asked. I had no idea what she meant.“Bland. Conservative. Ordinary.”What the fuck? I asked myself. That was me describing Ankara escort her.“Sorry?” I asked, completely confused.“I thought you’d be more fun,” Beth replied, “And that I could be more… me.”“More you?” I repeated stupidly.She looked down at herself, sitting at the table. “Less… this,” she said, pointing at her black yoga pants and white t-shirt. “I just hate this,” she finished.“You hate what you’re wearing?” I ventured, now completely lost.“I hate that I have to wear it,” Beth countered. “Before you moved in, I wore what I wanted. Or didn’t. Now, when you’re around, I have to put this stuff on all the time, and I just fucking hate it.”I took another sip of coffee and looked at her. I shrugged. “So do what you want,” I said. “You don’t want to wear something, then don’t. No biggie for me.” I meant it. I really didn’t care what Beth wore. Jesus.Looking hard at me again, Beth said, “Perfect. Welcome to my place.” She stood up, pulled the t-shirt off over her head, and then stripped the yoga pants down her legs, stepping out of them.She stood in front of me, hands on hips. All she had on was a pair of slightly frayed, peach-coloured panties. Everything else was on display. Large, pendulous breasts, broad shoulders, wide full hips, a small belly, and an obviously luxurious bush that pushed against the thin fabric between her legs. Bland no more, she looked totally sluttish. I was shocked. And strangely turned on.With her pants gone, I could now clearly smell Beth’s sex. I think she was enjoying this.“Perfect,” I said, trying to sound nonplussed.“More coffee?” she responded, turning towards the stove, her lovely broad ass on full display._________________________ Things went on much like this for the next few weeks.Beth never wore yoga pants – or a t-shirt – in the apartment again. Whenever we crossed paths there, she was always dressed essentially the same way: lace panties (blue… pink… white…), and nothing else.I actually started getting used to seeing her walking around naked. She began to look odd to me when she got dressed to go out.Beth had also started leaving her bedroom door partly open at night. When I’d first moved in, it was always pulled tightly closed when she went to bed. Now, it was usually left open a foot or so.As I lay in my bedroom down the hall – my door now open as well – I could hear the sound of Beth’s eager masturbations. She seemed almost insatiable: it was now a nightly ritual. Sometimes twice a night.Rhythmic, slippery noises regularly came from her room. The sound of a cunt being well-fingered, and a clit being well-flicked. She always finished with a deep, moaning growl as she climaxed. Conjuring up images of my ex, I Ankara escort bayan often silently masturbated along with Beth, spurting into my hand as I listened to her come._________________________ Another Saturday morning. Another set of hangovers.We were seated at the kitchen table again, nursing our caffeine. As usual, Beth was naked except for a pair of white panties. Her large breasts hung seductively over the table as she leaned forward to talk to me.“I need a pick-me-up,” she murmured.“What kind of pick-me-up?” I asked, not really interested in her answer.“A fun one. I need some new toys. I’m going to go shopping. Wanna come along?”I nodded vaguely. I was bored and not really listening to what she was saying. A toy store. Sure. Anything would be better than another claustrophobic Saturday in the apartment._________________________ We ended up in Yellowknife’s only adult toy store. My mind boggled at the walls of shrink-wrapped dildos, butt plugs, handcuffs…Beth (fully dressed) wandered down the aisles, looking for inspiration. Walking up to me, she asked, “See anything interesting?”I’d already been thinking back to my ex. She’d loved toys. Large dildos, small dildos, dildos with built-in suction cups that would stick to the floor, cock rings, vibrators… you name it, she had it in her magic toy box. She’d been so European.I pointed at a familiar blue rabbit vibrator on the display wall. “My ex loved that one,” I said. “It grinds and flutters at the same time.”Not even stopping to look at it, Beth grabbed the package and headed to the cash. I trailed along behind her.Slapping the vibrator down on the front counter, she pointed at a jar of lube and an 8” black silicone dildo. “Those too,” she said, pulling out her credit card._________________________ Back at the apartment, Beth wasted no time in hurrying off to her bedroom. Shedding her clothes as she walked down the hall, she called back over her shoulder, “I’ll give you a progress report…” She disappeared into her room, bag of goodies in hand. She left the door wide open.Two minutes later I heard the tell-tale sound of the rabbit coming to life: the peculiar grinding noise of the rotating shaft, and the distinct ‘bzzzz’ of the rapidly fluttering ears.Thirty seconds after that, an unmistakable “Awww… fuuccck…” came from Beth’s bedroom. The grinding rabbit suddenly became muffled. I assumed it was now buried deep in her pussy.Giving in to temptation, I paused in the hallway as I walked past her bedroom. I caught a glimpse of her, lying spread-eagled on the bed, her head up, watching herself in the mirror as she buried the bunny in her cunt.“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” she panted, the rabbit Escort Ankara ears shimmering on high speed over her clit as she fluidly stroked the vibrator in and out of her opening. “Mmmmm…”For the first time since I’d met her, Beth was genuinely turning me on. She had a gorgeous pussy: totally unshaven, with thick lips and a crimson clit the size of a hazelnut. She looked like she’d smell deep. Salty, and musky.My right hand snaked down to my groin. I grasped my cock through my jeans and squeezed myself.“Enjoying the show?” Beth called out, still watching herself closely in the mirror. She could see me reflected, standing in the background.I froze, no longer fondling my prick.“Ummm,” was all I could mutter.“Well don’t be shy, for fuck’s sake,” she panted. “If you want to watch, watch. Uhhnnh… But don’t just stand out there in the hallway. You’re cr-creeping me out.”Feeling almost trapped, I stepped into the room. Beth swiveled her head away from the mirror to look at me in real life. “Unzip,” she ordered, continuing to thrust away at herself with the rabbit.I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. My cock immediately sprang out at a 45-degree angle. It was red, and swollen, and very hard.“N-nice,” Beth said, studying me closely. Her rhythm sped up.“Unnnn…” she panted, the vibrator now making slick wet sounds as she pumped it. “Gonna cum soon… this thing is amazing… yeah…”I was standing beside her, watching her writhe on the bed. Getting into the spirit of things, I started jacking myself for all I was worth.“Good… good… cum on me, cum on me, cum on my tits…” she chanted, staring at my cock.I stepped closer to her as I felt my balls tightening. And then I came hard, spurting spunk out across the bed, onto her breasts, and her belly, and her neck. I moaned loudly with the release.“Fuuucckkk,” Beth stammered, squeezing her eyes shut, now totally concentrating on bringing herself off. And then she exploded as well, uttering that now familiar deep growl.I’d never seen a woman squirt like that before – an arc of clear liquid shot out from between her legs as she came. A high-pitched whine followed the growl as her contractions continued.Gradually, her body relaxed, and she lay back on the bed, exhausted. Her legs were splayed wide apart, with the now silent rabbit still buried in her cunt. She looked like she was falling asleep. Uncertain what to do next, I quietly pulled up my pants, and backed slowly out of her room.Well that was a bit unexpected, I thought to myself._________________________ Beth’s open sexuality quickly became the new norm around the apartment. It wasn’t unusual for me to walk in and find her on the couch, watching some XXX movie, gently fingering herself. She loved being watched, and, quite frankly, I enjoyed obliging her. There was something wonderfully sluttish about her.In a way, we were perfectly suited to each other: she liked to perform, I liked to observe. We’d never slept together, though, or even touched each other for that matter.
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