1. On the Ocean


    Date: 7/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Female/Female, Interracial, Male/Female, Author: Norton X, Rating: 80.8, Source: sexstories.com

    to see to some patients. That's what made me late." "Huh." Tilda placed her hand on her chin, thinking. "Since I'm a registered nurse, I could help you out there." "Baby, I'm so glad I married you," said Javier, a smile on his face. He took his wife into his arms and they both kissed deeply for an extended moment. Tilda felt her face flush. "Whoops. Sorry about that," said Javier. "I'm more modest in public, really." "Oh, it's okay," said Tilda. "Holly and I were doing some very un-modest things to each other before you returned." "Is that so? I hope you both had fun." "We did." Holly stammered, "I probably ought to leave now. Thanks for the hospitality, Tilda. And you're a great guy, Javier. Thanks for being nice to me." She started for the door, but Tilda stopped her. "No, no, girl. You owe me one hour of help as a nurse's assistant, since I fixed your malady." Holly smiled and shrugged, glad to be saved from an embarrassing moment. "Fine, I guess." "Splendid," said Javier. "I'll let you two get ready and you can meet me in sick bay number four." He exited the room. Holly squealed. "That was so wicked! Getting caught right after fucking a man's wife!" "He's okay with it," said Tilda, winking. "You can take the shower then." "Not yet." The Filipina pulled the American to the bed. "I want to fuck you again." And that's what they did. ________________________________________ COLD ZERO i. "Nine one one Emergency Service. How may we help you?" "There's a man with a gun! He's ...
    taken my neighbors hostage! Please, hurry!" ii. The head of the Critical Situation Team laid out the blue prints of the apartment building on a foldaway table set up behind the squad van. The sound of boots on pavement, sirens, and raised voices made it difficult to think. This was his second crisis. The first involved a man who had set his wife on fire and put a gun to his infant child. The man had been taken down by a sharpshooter. "Where's Mulcahy?" he yelled at the CST officer jogging towards him. Mulcahy was a veteran sharpshooter and a living legend of the police force in several counties. "He's ..." She slowed down as she came to several feet of her superior. "What? Spit it out." Higgins hated drama, especially police drama. "He's probably sleeping in, sir." The look on her face meant she wasn't telling him everything, but he had no time for games. "Wherever the fuck he is, I want him here several minutes ago!" His cell phone rang and he answered it. The conversation lasted less than five seconds. He ended the call. "Our negotiator is ten minutes away. Sanchez, get the other guys around me in one. We need to huddle fast." iii. Dale Mulcahy wasn't asleep. He was very much awake if a little tired from the aggressive sex that had happened the previous night. On the bed, resting on his shoulder with her head against his chest, naked as he was his fellow CST sharpshooter, Cass Wenders: blonde, blue-eyed, of South African descent. He reached down past her waist to gently ...