This is an adult sex story.
All the characters are of the age of consent or far over it!
Any children named or mentioned are not involved in anything sexual.
This is story number sixty seven (67).
Please read my previous story for context.
For a complete list of my stories in numeric order, see my biography page.
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The week went by in Scottsdale as I had planned.
Actually, it turned out better than I had hoped.
My three buddies all hooked up with the MBA students from Arizona State and probably got more ass in the days they were with me in Arizona than they had gotten in the past five years of their marriages.
Nikki, the head tennis coach for the women's team at ASU, played in two charity golf tournaments at The Phoenician over the next few days and gained six new sponsors for the program as a result.
There was some business going on too. I was able to convince Caroline that once her parents passed she could sell eighty percent of stock to me, which would free her up to become a celebrity chef, something she always wanted to be. She'd stay on the Board as Chairwoman Emeritus and on a nice salary for life.
She liked the idea but kept mentioning something about "getting her fair share" or that I needed to be "open to new experiences" and she "wanted something special" before we closed the deal but she didn't elaborate on what the specifics were. I assumed that she would bring these up when she was ready.
In the meantime, my three buddies and I were, on paper, appointed to the Board of Directors of Shin Foods and we started talking about how we would look into every aspect of the operations.
Our goal was to uncover enough inefficiencies that once we eliminated the bloated cost structure, we would pay for the purchase within six months.
Caroline was able to check off everything on her list, including the one item I added to it while we had dinner the first night we were together.
Read my story ... "A Divorced Asian Submits Her List" to understand what I am talking about.
To get her ready, to prepare her, each day I inserted a larger butt plug into her ass, to stretch her out, and when I finally did take her ass, she loved it.
Or at least she acted as if she did.
So much so she was asking for it ... "Jack, please baby, one more time, it feels so fucckiing good!"
Caroline also came to enjoy pleasuring another female, so much so that each night after our first night together she brought someone new into our bed, which was more fun for me!
Two mouths, two pussies, two rosebuds to plunder.
Caroline had to leave a day early and head back to LA as her father had fallen ill.
She kissed me when she said goodbye and said "I'll see you soon."
And, as I was to find out, she meant it.
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What happened with Caroline that week was that she ended up getting pregnant and I was the father.
So, far, so good, right?
Well, it turned out that Caroline was pregnant with twins, two boys, and there was a dispute over the contract.
I was obligated to help her get pregnant twice, two boys hopefully, one after the other, consecutively.
Our contract did not cover her getting pregnant and having two boys concurrently.
Now, friends, only in the Great State of California, where the trial lawyers roam wild and free, would this become a court case.
And, at the end of the day, everyone knew from the get go that the only one who would win in this dispute would be the lawyers.
Caroline had paid, in advance, $2,250,000 for her two babies but she also paid for two full weeks of time with me.
So, once I sat down with Caroline and showed her what it would cost financially plus the bad publicity, and who knows how much that would cost her firm, we settled out of court.
What did she really want? She just wanted another week with me and the shot at a third child. Which I was able to deliver on, only this time she got a beautiful little girl.
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I spent the final night of the trip with Nikki and we had a lot of fun. She was a three hole lady and I took advantage of her willingness to accommodate my carnal desires.
The next morning I woke up with some pain in my right butt cheek; I figured it was my sciatic nerve.
Nikki offered the name of a local massage place that could handle me on short notice.
She even called and made the appointment for me, dropped me off and told me to text her so she could take me to the airport to fly back home when I was finished.
Nikki kissed me and said "Try not to have too much fun" and then she laughed as I limped to the front door of the medical office.
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This was a non descriptive one story building in North Scottsdale. I was told to enter the lobby, go left down the hallway and then knock on the third door on the right.
I looked at the listings of the businesses when I entered the lobby and found that it was occupied mostly by individuals in the healing professions: chiropractor, grief counselor, and so forth. So, the building was suitable for a massage business.
There was no sign, no indication of a business operating, but I lightly tapped on the third wood door anyway and in a few seconds I heard the deadbolt move and it was opened by what I would call a mature Asian woman.
She had a nice smile and bowed to me, then asked me to please come in, shutting and locking the door behind me.
"We see patients by appointment only" she explained, "and only by direct, trusted referral will we accept a patient."
She asked me to follow her and she took me to a small office, very neatly organized, with only one chair for a visitor (me) while she sat behind the desk.
Smiling she handed me her business card which read "Bliss, Marie Clark, Massage Therapist."
I smiled and asked "Is Bliss the name of your company?"
She smiled and nodded and while I guess I was hoping for more but she simply asked "May I see your driver's license?" to which I said "Sure" and after pulling it out of my wallet I handed it to her.
She typed something into the computer, her printer started making some noise and a couple of seconds later she handed me a piece of paper and gesturing for me to pick a pen out of the holder on her desk said "Please review and sign please."
As I read the document which was essentially a legal release, she typed some additional information into the computer and then handed me back my driver's license. Having read the paper she wanted me to review, I signed and dated it and gave it back to her.
Marie filed it away in a desk drawer and then stood, asking me to go with her.
Going through a second door, which she closed and locked behind her, she motioned for me to enter the room on the right. It was a softly lit room, maybe 12 by 15, which a massage bed the prominent feature in the room. It was a standard bed in all regards except for one and that was that it was a bit wider than the ones I had either been on or massaged people on.
Standing, I watched her as she dimmed the lights, and moved some towels and blankets off the bed unto a small table.
I hadn't paid much attention to her until now and I noticed that while she was older, however you determine that is, she was quite beautiful. I thought at the moment that she must have been stunning when she was younger but she was still quite attractive.
Marie stood just about five feet tall, slender, with black hair in some sort of librarian style look. Her skin was white, almost as if she were half Caucasian / half Japanese; her eyes were bigger and round, and the only make-up she had on was some lipstick that went well with her skin tone.
She was wearing a black sweater over a white blouse along with black slacks and black flat shoes.
I had no idea as to what her figure was like given the clothes she had on.
Not that I was interested but because it is what I do, I did look for rings on her fingers and found none.
She did have on pearl earrings and a necklace with small pearls.
So, what I had in front of me was a petite half Asian lady who was going to give me a massage for my sciatic nerve pain.
All of this looking took just a few seconds and I think she was used to getting the once over by all of her male patients so when my eyes finally met hers in the dim light, Marie's smile grew quite big and her eyes were sparkling.
Without preamble, Marie said "Nikki asked me to help you with your lower back and leg pain. Is that where it hurts?"
I nodded and she went on, saying "I use some unorthodox approaches to address these conditions. I don't want to scare you off, they are not totally pain free but they do take an extended visit."
I said to her "Please go on."
Marie smiled and said "A typical massage will last an hour, maybe 90 minutes and sadly, the pain will disappear for only a few days, only to return with greater vengeance."
I replied "That is what happens to me. Can you fix it for good?"
Marie smiled and said "Yes, but this will take us about 6 hours; maybe even longer."
"Sounds fine with me" I replied.
"Before we get started, how do you think this happened?"
I smiled at her and said "This week I have been standing or running on a lot more hard surfaces than usual but the tipping point was yesterday when I attended the Dodger game. Those chairs are just not set up for comfort."
As we conversed I realized that Marie, whatever her age was, was one very beautiful woman.
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She asked me if I needed to use the restroom and I declined.
She asked me to take a small pill to relax me and gave me small cup of water to wash it down.
Marie had undressed me, completely, and very professionally, hanging my clothes in the closet and then laid me down on my back so she could massage my head and neck.
Before getting on the table I had asked Marie about a towel to drape me and she whispered to me "I like my men naked."
Which made me wonder for a nanosecond how she liked her female clients like Nikki ...
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I must have drifted off to sleep because her soothing voice and the softness of her touch was so relaxing.
The room was dark, the door was closed and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust.
"So, you finally woke up" Marie teased me.
The voice was not behind me, it was in front of me.
Marie was at the end of the bed, sitting between my legs, my right foot on her bare thigh, her soft hands carefully massaging my toes, arch, and heels.
It looked to me as if Marie had on a one piece body suit, black. The fabric was pulled tight in front; her breasts held firm; her generous nipples visible.
