chapter 3 - Epic time with the porn girl

I sat down on the living room sofa and pulled her into my lap. Gradually she calmed down, then fell asleep as I held her in my arms. I can also lay my head back and doze off. I woke up later and carried her to her bedroom and put her on the bed. The bruise looks worse, but his other cheek is back to normal.

The next morning, I woke up early, dressed in jogging shorts and a t-shirt, and was making coffee and breakfast when Jasmine showed up. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt that barely covered all the important parts.

"How do you feel?" I asked him.

"As if my head were used to boxing training."

I bought her some ibuprofen which she took with her coffee and juice. I have prepared some eggs.

After placing breakfast in front of her, I said, "As a friend, I have a suggestion. I think you should stop working at The Hut. Don't worry about money. I'll give you a number, and you can even track and refund. In the meantime, I think I can find you a job in the hospital. I still have a lot of friends there even though I'm no longer on the payroll. You are less likely to relive what happened.

Jasmine nodded, "I'm thinking of quitting smoking." Now I know why they were so eager to hire me. The only other waiters who had worked there for more than a few weeks weighed more than three hundred pounds and could lean on the bench by their own weight. No one can disturb them. "

" I'll make a couple of calls in a few minutes and see what we can do. Do you wear makeup that will cover that bruise? "

" No, unfortunately. I only have powder and lipstick. I can't buy much else. I have a confession of things I did. I really figured it out. "

" If you're not superstitious, you might as well dig into Edie's makeup and see if there's anything that might salvage or work for you. I never had the courage to throw it all away. Some of them look new. When my sons came to visit, it didn't seem right to ask their wives to arrange my deceased wife's things. "

" I'll watch this. I'll see what I can help with. I'll have to phone The Hut and make an announcement. I'm sure they expected that after last night. Someone told me that Asshole was a regular there.

Two hours and a few phone calls later, Jasmine got a temporary job as a reception desk assistant and front desk assistant. She also quit her job at The Hut. I took her out to lunch after she put on makeup to cover her big bruise.

During lunch, I asked him, "What would you notice when they asked you about your work history, and they would." I'm thinking adult video.

She giggled, "Don't you think the 'Gangbang Queen and Cum Slut' job description for Jerkoff Productions would be a hot item on my application?" We both laughed. She added, "Actually, I could skip it and list the waitress jobs I've done outside of The Hut." I think the wisest approach.

After lunch, I took Jasmine to the hospital to show her. I've done a few presentations, especially with a human resource manager I know. I told him the story of Jasmine, who was beaten up the day before when she worked as a waitress. I have not revealed his working history beyond that. I mentioned that she wanted to get into nursing as a career goal.

After our visit, we went to the Body Scrub and I bought her three “uniforms” with the right color scrubs for non-medical staff. Paramedics talk about greens, blues, and pinks, so front desk clerks end up with a pale yellow scrub unless they're wearing "civilian" clothes. She can wear black sneakers with body scrubs as well as any underwear she deems appropriate.

She tried them on when she got home and armed with scissors and a sewing kit, made some adjustments to the legs, waist, and crotch. I never realized how sexy an scrub could be, but I loved the end result when she modeled it for me. I told him then. Jasmine initially requested about 10 tubes, bottles and a small makeup kit from Eddie's collection. I think it was the first time her drawer was opened since she died. She was pleased that some things were justified. Jasmine said he would probably use it more after scrutiny.

Jasmine experimented a little more with the best way to cover the bruise on the cheek. I thought someone would think I was the culprit, but I had a lot of experience with the hospital sort leader and was confident that I wouldn't touch the woman. But with the guy who did this to her, I could be convinced that he needed more attention with a scalpel.

Jasmine called the police that afternoon and asked about the criminal. He was charged that morning, acquitted and acquitted him. She remembered that his name was Tom Barlow. If he continued to think about harassing her, we suggested issuing a restraint order to him. When I called my lawyer, it was a completed transaction. Otherwise, as soon as he can close the file. I emailed a photo of Jasmine's face without makeup to emphasize bruises to further beautify it for a court order.

While shopping, I stopped by the hut to buy food. I should have guards and owners really like memories of Jasmine having some strength and legal backing, and what they did to her the night before. I wanted to make sure I knew that. They remembered pretty well. He used to have chronic problems in the club. I also confirmed that they knew about restraint orders. I mentioned some of the keywords "hostile workplace" that I happened to learn from a lawyer. It's a problem that club management is already aware of, and the club is already servicing drunk and messy people, and she's always harassing her. Her employees are in front of other senior employees and management.

Jasmine and I baked a small steak, made baked potatoes, and made a salad for dinner at home. I ate in the backyard under a big umbrella to create shade, but I saw the sparkling waters of the pool and the bay. She continued to talk about how civilized and graceful eating is like this. She agreed. She was the first woman I ate alone since Eddie's death.

After dinner, she took a walk in the neighborhood. I pointed out various landmarks and commented on the profession of my neighbors. When some dog pedestrians passed by, I found out that Jasmine loves animals, especially dogs.

Another notable point of our walk is that we held hands most of the time around the big city blocks. I still felt protected by Jasmine and was very pleased that she lived with me. She hoped she would like her way of doing things.

As I was walking, I dared to ask important questions. "Jasmine, how old are you?"

"24"

I quietly swore the blue line to myself. I wanted to look younger as I was older. She was 30 years younger than me. I could almost be her grandfather. I tried to get rid of the romantic idea I had, but I held her hand until I got home. I closed the house with a "bedtime" noise. She was supposed to report to the hospital's personnel department the next morning, so she suggested getting up early, having a leisurely breakfast, and taking her to work that day. When she got home, I even said that dinner was ready for her. She seemed to like the idea.

I groom and groom the evening, put back on the sports shorts I slept in, then crawl into my king-size bed. I've been there alone since Edie went to the hospital, not feeling well.

I only begin to fall asleep when I wake up with a start. A very naked young woman crawled into bed with me. She smelled of jasmine and shampoo, and felt divine. She lay down beside me and pushed her full breasts against mine as I turned to her. The kisses that followed were epic.

We've been kissing for a long time. No words were said. No words needed.

Jasmine finally reached inside my shorts and said to my dick, I said, "Are you sure?"

She replied, "Never been more certain of anything in my life." We kissed and the next day I knew she was fucking me... and once I got tough, she got me deep down her throat like she did with some of the guys in her movies. God, she's a million times better than I dreamed when I masturbated in front of her videos.

I tried to say, "Jasmine, I like being nice to you. You don't have to have sex with me... Oh my God ! ... You do not need to contact me as a form of refund. I didn't expect anything... "

She ripped my dick off." That's NOT why I feed you my best cock. I like you. I might even love you. I love our time together. I think we're connecting really well, and in the end, I'm super passionate in a way that only you can satisfy. "

Jasmine swallowed my dick again and I thought I would explode into a trillion pieces of pleasure. I didn't. She wouldn't leave me. Jasmine seems to understand all the signals a man gives when he gets close to his cut-off point. She brought me within a millimeter of this position, then stepped back. She calls it "the border". I have heard this term, and now I am a victim of it.

After several rounds of "slaughter", she lay down and spread her legs. "I want you to eat me." There's no doubt in his mind that I wouldn't do this. I love eating Edie, but for some reason she was crazy about it, so we stopped. We have become pretty much the usual vanilla.

When I ate Jasmine's Special Jerk, I realized that I would have to "upgrade" my game to make her happy. I started to miss some of her videos and activities in them like foreplay and the type of lovemaking she seemed to enjoy. I guess my eyes were glassy.

Jasmine says out loud, "Don't think about my video and fuck me with your tongue. Find my Gspot with your finger. Make me ejaculate."

I followed the instructions.

Jasmine had a big orgasm a few minutes later that made me proud to have accomplished something so important in our relationship. I was able to do it three more times before she announced that she wanted my cock in her pussy. She suckled me a little more, then forced me to approach her in missionary position and brought my dick inside her.

God, I'm fucking my favorite porn star all the time. She was in MY bed REALLY. She hugged me and told me she loved me and loved what we were doing. She told me many times that she never wanted this to end.

Her moans seemed to change tones, and her gasps were getting faster and faster. She is using her hips to try and hit me harder. She is self-taught. “Enter me. Drown me in every drop of your semen. Make me yours. Oh, my God, you feel so good in me. Fuck me... harder. Sperm! Sperm! Sperm! Oh my God; very good. "When I squirted, I had to make sure I didn't blow her from my cock to another dimension of time and space. I have never culminated so hard in my life. I went into the bucket. It wanted to be filled, so I filled it. She wanted semen, so I gave her a gallon. I wanted to flood it. With my last thrust, I could feel my sperm squeezing out of her as I threw more into her warm velvet nest.