Kitty Carmichael is in the middle of the dance floor swaying to the music. It's tinny.... it sucks .. but its music. Her already wild raven hair sways with her and her back is to the door and her eyes closed.
Wolfgang Pots looks a the address before going in he a look around at the place before spottin what appears to be a sexy long ebony locked woman .. he makes a beeline for her . obviously hearing why he was hear . "UHH.. Howdy there
Kitty Carmichael jumps and turns around at the same time. "Oh ..... Hi ...." her accent is American .. the sort of non-accent of the Pacific Northwest. "You must be .... the guy ..." she moves to him, panting very slightly from dancing. "I'm Kitty Carmichael .. the manager."
Wolfgang Pots smiles 'yeah .. names Wolfgang Pots.. but everyone mostly calls me Wolf .. he instinctively looks up and down before speaking again 'Pleasure to meet ya,, " he say his voice a bit more husky then normal
Kitty Carmichael looks him up and down, not unlike he is looking her up and down. "Well woof woof." she smirks. "And the pleasure is mine." she grins. "The speakers and shit are upstairs. Follow me .. Wolf." she moves past him, intentionally brushing him with her shoulder, her long hair, down ast her ass, sways as she moves.
Wolfgang Pots chuckles and enjoys the brief contact before watching her ass sway ass he fellows her upstairs smiling a bit more bigger then when he came in
Kitty Carmichael moves up and past many crates to a shadowy fall wall. here is a scrap of rug but also several speakers. "The speakers are here .. and the control .. junk .. is in the office." she turns to him and bites her lip. "I'll get out of your way." but she doesn't .. she only backs off as far as the carpet. But he has plenty of room to work on the speakers.
Wolfgang Pots opens up his jacket and pulls out a leather rectangle pouch .. he rolls out the pouch flat to where all of his tools are showing .. he slightly takes a knees before bend over slightly as he examines the speaker as he goes to work to see the problem
Kitty Carmichael watches him work for a while, checking him out behind his back. At least he SEEMS to know what he's doing.
Wolfgang Pots slow diagnose the problem and starts to pull out tools. he start to fixed what is wrong .. his brow furrow but he looks focuses as he work
Kitty Carmichael watches him a moment, then moves and gets a chair from a corner and drags it over sitting on it backwards, her mini skirt riding up a bit and showing she is not wearing panties. She appears not to realize the position is exposing her to this man.
Wolfgang Pots turns to change out tools swapping out one for another .. he catches the best view a man could see .. he smiles looking at her as nonobvious as he can .. he looks back to his tools .. he grabs his eyeglasses.. unfortunately blocking out that great view of Kitty's kitty and grabbing his soldering tool and turns back to soldering to wires together
Kitty Carmichael sees his look and raises her brows casually at him as if to say 'What? I'm just siting and watching.' Then he turns around and works and she watches him, remaining in her innocently exposed position.
Wolfgang Pots finishing soldering the wires together before raising his glasses resting them perch atop of his head.. he places down the soldering tool and get wire striper.. look again ather lower lips then her lips on her face 'by all means ,sug.. watch all you want 'he smiles a tinkle in his eyes before turning back to strip another wire
Kitty Carmichael sets her chin on her folded arms. "So where are you from?" she asks. "That is NOT a Canadian accent." she grins. "And is there anything I can get you? I mean I guess you have all your tools. I'd better shut up and let you work."
Wolfgang Pots smiles turning slightly so he can face her and slight work. "ive worked under more stressfull and unpleasant circumstances. he chuckle 'Im from Georgia.. originally 'he smiles 'youre company is more then welcome .. "
Kitty Carmichael smiles and moans softly. "Mmmmm the peach state. Yum!" she licks her lips. "SO sweet and juicy!" she squirms slightly and despite the heat in the building, her nipples can be seen hardening under her thin shirt.
Wolfgang Pots chuckles softly as he works .. 'yeah .. i like them peaches.. the juicey the better .. nothing having that juice dripp down neck after biting into one and just slurp and sucking those warm juices .. 'he say in a husky tone.. he watches her .. then puts his glasses back on and solders more wires together
Kitty Carmichael grins. "Exact;y." she replies, her own voice deepening slightly. She squirms again a little bit. "I'm getting hungry just thinking about it." she watches him turn and grips the back of her chair.
Wolfgang Pots tucks his sunglasses in his inside jacket pocket and places his tools back in its own shealth and rolls up the pouch.. he replaces the backing of the speaker then raises up 'me too.. 'he says in a sensually tone 'i need to work on your system.. in the office 'he states a heavy air of double meaning that simple statement
Kitty Carmichael smiles and stands. "This way." she turns and walks towards the office, opening the door and stepping inside, waiting on his to follow. She gets his meaning and knows she is more than ready.
Wolfgang Pots follows her more then willing watch that firm ass of hers as he is lead to the office . he closes in on her getting very very close until his body is touching hers 'your system .. is the best ive seen .. in a long long while ' he say his face inches from hers
Kitty Carmichael smiles at him when he moves close. "Is it?" she asks moving a touch closer, boldly. "I have enjoyed watching you work." and she sill touch his pants at the crotch, to see what she can feel there.
Wolfgang Pots placs his hand on her bare sexy waist .. his member bulging in respond to just being in her presence and the way she is react to him.. he softly strokes her softly skin placin his other hand just below the cup of her left breast.. he slowly pulls her closes .. 'mhmm.. 'he say slowly in abit of moan and gruff tone
Kitty Carmichael presses her breast into his hand as she continues to stroke him. "A fine tool." her voice dusky. "A fine workman." she squeeses him, her breathing getting slightly heavier.
Wolfgang Pots cups her breast.. massaging her full and supple mound kneading it gently . his other hand cup her firm buttock.. ' he moans and leans his head down til his lips brush her neck .. 'sexy.. body .. 'he say ..
Kitty Carmichael sighs in contentment. She loves compliments. "Wolf." she rasps. "Pet the kitty." she can feel his hnand on her ass and moves to unbutton the jeans. "See if you can make her purr."
Wolfgang Pots hand that was cup her as goes up under her skirt.. his skills nimble long finger trail her softly hips before findign its prize . hes finger brushs her public hair before dippin down to part her lips then up finding her clit he rubs it softl in a circular motion his other hand pushes her top uder exposer her breasts
Wolfgang Pots: his own member stirring as its slowly gain freedom
Kitty Carmichael feels his hand exploring and cries out when he finds her spot. She pulls the zipper of his jeans (unless they're buttons) down and slides her hand in, stroking him through his undies (unless he isnt wearing any). "Oh yea .... " she moans, already having been sopping wet and needing the touch.
Wolfgang Pots leans down and kisses her neck sucking about as his finger rubs her clit his dick hard and stiff as he feels her warm juice coating his fingers . his other fingers rubs and her juicey lipss exploring her fold and enjoy the touch of it ..
Kitty Carmichael rocks against his hand, so worked up is hard to believe, except for her it doesnt take much to get her hot, wet and excited. "Yes ....." she moans, moving faster as she gets close. Her hand tightens on his cock in response. "Fuck ... yes." and her head arches back, her back bows and she is in danger of falling over, cumming standing up.
Wolfgang Pots moan as she grip his cock tightly .. one of his fingers makes its way in her warm fleshy center he grips her tightly securing her from fally over as he startin to finger fuck her pussy his other finnger stilll working her clit good
Kitty Carmichael begins to shake as he starts to finger fuck her, still working her clit. "Fuck ....." she moans and finds another orgasm on the heels of the first. She collapses forward, leaning into him, riding his fingers almost greedily.
Wolfgang Pots thrust harder and faster . he kissea her skin worship her body with his lips as he feels her wonderful pussy clamping and pulsatin on his finger .. fuckk you look so fucking sexy.. cumming .. he in a husky lusttly voice .. his own member start to coat with pre cum as he watches this sexy cat purr in her moans... music to his ear ..
Kitty Carmichael can only moan in response. She begins to lower herself to the floor, her hand leaving his cock. On her knees, she pulls from a small pocket of her pretty pink mini skirt three condoms. She doesn't even look to choose, altough she has three different kinds. Looking up at him a second, she then looks at the condom package and opens it. Skillfully, she places it over his rock hard member, finishing the job with her mouth, sucking at it and kissing it down one side then the other. A final check and she looks up at him from her knees. "Fuck me." she demands. Her voice dusky and hoarse with lust and need.
Wolfgang Pots moan as she places the condom on finishing it up with her mouth .he gets down and lays down on top of her 'yes.. madam .. hes says in his deep sexy .. his drawl more accentuated a his member head brushes her lips before goign all the way in . his hand s all over her body . kneading her breast and rub her clit.. explore all her sensual spots enjoy her wonderful sexual body
Kitty Carmichael sighs just feeling his weight on top of her. It becomes a moan of unashamed pleasure as he slides into her completely. She spreads her legs wide, her high heeled boots digging into the carpet and thrusts upwards. His hands on her breasts and clit making her moan in almost animalistic pleasure as she meets his thrusts.
Wolfgang Pots stand in slow but picks up pace as he thrusts hard in her .. he groans as he feels her wonderful fleshy pussy grip his dick.. he continues .to fondle her enjoying the feell of the woman underneath enjoy him.. this makes him more lustly then ever .. his lips graze her skin kiss down from her neck to her wonderful perfect breast licking and taste her essense lapping and circling her mound til reaches her hard wonderful nipples
Kitty Carmichael cries out in pleasure again as his pace picks up. When his lips and tongue find her breast, she arches and cries out as she begins to cum a third time, her legs moving to wrap around him, encouraging him to keep fucking her .. deeper and more powerfully. Her hands grip the carpet under them as she enoys the pleasure that only a good thorough fucking can give her.
Wolfgang Pots flick her nipple with his tongue.. then he suckle it hard her pussy convulsing around his cock making him only more aggresive as he pounds her pussy hard he enjoy her scent of her cum , the moan from her lip his hands cup her ass before sliding her legs / guiding them back abit foldign her abit before rest each of her sexy legss to where one is on each of his shouler .. his face truns to kisses the inside of her each of her leg before thrusting in hard
Kitty Carmichael is glad to see he isn't being shy and begins to pound her. Her mouth opens and she cries out, her voice bouncing with the rhythm of his thrusts. He takes her legs and puts them over his shoulders and resumes the deep pleasurable pounding. She lifts her hands and places them behind her head, pulling her hair out and spreading it out, turning her head, losing herself in the pleasure.
Wolfgang Pots thrust hard as he look down on the goddess like beuaty . he grunt as this position has him ball deep her the deepest he been in this sexy woman .. he moans close to comin himself as her tighty glorious pussy strangles his dick .. fuckk he moans growlign slightly as he pounds the hardest ever .. his nuts tight his dick pulsing her
Kitty Carmichael moves her head left and right, almost dancing to the pleasure of his thrusts. Feeling his balls slapping against her ass she moves with him as best she can and begins to cum yet again, tightening her pussy around his dick with a growl and a shake.
Wolfgang Pots moans as her next orgasm set him over the edge as he grunt a growl as he busted his nuts in that pink condom he rides out his orgasm fucking her so hard her breast bounce hard
Kitty Carmichael gasps at his orgasmatic thrusts, her breasts bouncing and her entire body moving along the floor a bit. She smiles up at him, luxuriating like a cat in a beam of sunlight, and indeed .. she almost seems to be purring, her growling moan of satisfaction clearly audible.
Wolfgang Pots looks down at her with his trademark prince charming grin .but with a growl of sanctification behind it.. he slows his pace but not the intensity his hips slowly grind into her . as he fucks her nice and slow and sensual
Kitty Carmichael grins up at him and chuckles at the look of him. She enjoys the slower pace which helps her to cool down a bit as well. She moves her own legs up and off of his shoulders, spreading them almost obscenely wide, taking his thrusts languorously.
Wolfgang Pots smiles down at you moaning slowly 'shiiiittt. 'is all that his brain can manage.. but he say in a slow completely relax in the pleasure he recieve from this sexy dancer . he growls in pleasure as he drinks in her spread eagle body .. his eyes raking her wonderful body .. . he eyes make it her heart patch of hair the watches her pussy lips spread and collaspin as he slowly grind into her . fuckkkk ' he mangages after minutes 'damn woman.. your so fucking hot ' he manages as his eyes trail back to those gorgeous soulfull eyes.. 'damnn .. he just manage
Kitty Carmichael smiles at hi, lifting her hips in that beautiful post fucking fucking that they are doing. "You ain't too bad yourself." she tells him. And then she slowly begins to pull herself out from under him aith a sigh at the feeling. She gets up and moves to the desk. "Mister Blewes left this check for you." she rummages in the desk and finds it, setting it on the desk. "It should cover the repair." she is more business like now the fucking is done. She moves back to him and squats, her legs again obscenely wide open, showing him the place he was so recently deep within. "As for the rest, thank you. I love a good fucking before I have to work." she winks at him. "Oh, and you can toss that condom into the trash over there." where he will note it is not alone ... there are many .. whether they are all hers or not is impossible to say.
Wolfgang Pots just smiles and takes off the condom and tosses and shrugs 'pleasure doing business with ya ' he say as he picks up the check 'tucking in his pocket 'thank ya kindly 'he say smiling then carefully tucks his now flaccid but fully satisfied dick in his jean before zipping 'call me again .. if ya need anything .. he say wiink both meaning a casual fuck or blown speaker '
Kitty Carmichael smiles and straightens. Some guys would get all pissy at this point, but not him. "Oh believe me I will." she promises him. she opens another drawer and pulls out a hairbrush. She begins to brush out her ebony mane of hair, mussed from the sex.
Wolfgang Pots smooth at his ruffled couff .. in almost exaggerated princely manner checking himself out in the glass window behind her .. amongst primming and preening .. like some high class gentle.. abit of a dead giveaway .. to his past . .when he is done .. he lookds done ' if yer ever in Cedar Point .. look me up 'he winks ' good for a fuck and a warm bed for the night .. or just a place to crash 'he laughs
Kitty Carmichael watches im and almost giggles. She's seen that with some of the rich boys in New York City. "I'll keep that in mind." she tells him, shaking out her mane and looking in he mirror. She looks around the room and nods, taking in a last deep breath of their sex before she motions to the office door. "I need to check stock and all that shit before we open at seven. Oh wait!" she moves back to the panel and fumbles a bit .. the strong tones of a very suggestive song begin to boom through the speakers and she nods, dancing towards him and the door. "A job well done." she winks at him and dances out of the office.
Wolfgang Pots chuckles softly 'or whatever 'he say in a tone that doesnt push 'he watches her dance and joins in a bit. before stopping 'well i best set sail before it get to late 'he state
Kitty Carmichael nods and smiles. "This way." and she leads him down the stairs and to the door. She doesn't offer him a kiss .. or even a handshake. She just shows him the door ... literally
Wolfgang Pots just follows her enjoying view.. not disturbed by the lack of sentiment .. as this isnt a moment that calls for this
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