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If you take the main road out of Richmond and turn left up a narrow mostly dirt road as you leave town, you come to Richmond Heights, an exclusive gated community overlooking the sea. A sanctuary of manicured lawns and large villas all with their own pools. From the gates you can see the town with its upmarket boutiques and generic coffee shops, where the intrigues of 'The Heights', as the community is known, are played out in sound bites and hushed conversations. You can see the ocean from here and the silver thread of sand as it spins out along the coast and around the headland.


Outside the gates an old Toyota was sitting, a hand could be seen desperately trying to reach the keypad to operate the main gates, and inside the security office Hans Johansson stood watching with an amused smile on his face at the picture on the screen, a small brown arm flaying desperately from the window of the rusty car stopped far too wide of the electronic keypad. Hans knew who it was and he nudged the young man sitting in front of him in the shoulder before drawing deeply on his cigarette. “Let her in Kwame for gods sake”.The young man hit the button and the large metal gates drew back, from inside the car a hand went up in thanks as the car pulled forward and disappeared into the estate.


Unlike the other kids on the estate who drove brand new Hondas and Lexus SUVs Amina's car was a twenty year old Toyota, rusting and held together in parts by duct tape and string, the back passenger window had been punched out in a random act of vandalism and was now covered by a sheet of pvc and an old shopping bag. Hans smiled to himself, of all the young people who lived on the Height he felt particularly affectionate to Amina, he had known her father Mohamed for over 15 years and so Amina felt almost like the daughter he had never had .


Summer vacations had started and The Heights were now filled with college kids back for the summer break, the majority of them would spend their time relaxing by pools, partying and like their parents fucking one another and getting high. It was the part of the job Hans hated the most, he understood Richmond Heights, he understood the allusion that the gates and high walls gave, the allusion that the security cameras gave of an oasis immune and safe from the outside world, but he understood it was just that, an allusion.


Hans knew about the bed hopping, the wife swapping the sex parties and the drugs, and it was his discretion in dealing with this which had meant he had kept the contract to run security for the last 8 years, he never got involved and never took a bribe, to Hans the Expensive car and a salary far greater than someone would suspect for his position were just part of the packet, and if he needed to turn a blind eye that is exactly what he did.



Amina, or Amy as she was known, wasn't like the other girls who lived in Richmond heights, her parents had only recently moved from a house in town. Her sister Ilam was living in Paris studying pharmacy and Amina was at college and unlike the majority of the kids who were returning for the summer break she was working through the summer. She liked her job at the Ted's, a coffee Shop in the heart of town, and she was excited to be home and with her parents, and after too long apart, to be with Clayton again. Amina's father Mohamed was the estate handy man and had thought it more convenient to downsize to a smaller apartment closer to work, despite being smaller than their previous accommodation her mother was over the moon. She was proud of how well her husband had done for himself and the family, and now with an apartment on The Heights they had truly reached the pinnacle of achievement, it was a badge of pride she wore vanquishing memories of the the poor village girl who ran away to Kabul when she was just 19 to be with her boyfriend. The escape to a foreign country and the poverty they endured in the early years.


When Amy got into the apartment her mother was in the kitchen with two Afghani friends, their voices were raised an animated and Amy could tell they were talking about Ilam, how she needed to marry and settle. Amy groaned to herself and managed to sneek past the kitchen without being spotted and quietly closed her bedroom door.


Her mother still thought Ilam was a virgin, she though Amina was too despite her being open about dating Clayton but her mother had always maintained that Clayton was no more than a friend and Mohammed as always maintained that allusion, Amina was glad to have an ally in her father but then Mohammed, as Amina knew, had his own secrets.


Amy stood in front of a full length mirror in her bedroom and began to unbutton her regulation blouse from the coffee shop. The blouse was probably on the small side and her huge breasts strained at buttons as she slowly undid them one by one till it lay open revealing her low cut purple bra, Amina reached back and un clipped the bra and watched as her breasts fell out, large brown breasts with large dark areolar. Amy had been thinking about Clayton, thinking about how satisfying it was going to be to have his cock inside her, she had been looking forward to this for weeks and as Amina looked at her reflection in the mirror she began to touch her breasts, then her nipples which were already hard pointing out long firm and aggressive and already slightly tender. Amy shut her eyes feeling a slight dampness developing between her legs, she undid her skirt and slipped it off before sitting down on the bed and slipping her panties off and spreading her legs. She gazed at the thick triangle of pubic hair between her legs before she slipped a finger between her lips pulling it away and watching the sticky silvery threads on her fingers, she pushed a finger inside herself and grabbed her breast with the other hand before lying back down on the bed and plunging her finger back into to her pussy again and gasping. Amy wriggled on the bed drawing her legs up to her shoulders her fingers found her clit and as she gently rubbed herself she let out a couple of short high pitched moans, the sensation was intoxicating and she gasped for air.


Amy's phone buzzed, a text message, and this was followed a few seconds later by a second. Amina stopped what she was doing and looked at her phone. The first was from Tara and the second from Zak, they must have been together she thought. Tara wanted to remind Amina that she owed her some Coke and that Zak now had the stuff waiting for her to collect. The second message was from Zak and no more than a repeat of Tara's message, but with a couple of weeks till Amina got paid and with no funds she looked at the phone message and wondered what the hell she was going to do. Amy still owed Zak so asking for further credit was probably not going to work and she could not repay Tara either even if she skipped the Twins party she knew Tara would be around the next day and Amy's mother didn't like Tara at all. Amina put her clothes back on and replied to Zak. 'See you in 10' she pressed the send button and looked at her reflection in the mirror, she would think of something


Zak lived on his own when he wasn't away at college, a big house on the far side of The Heights, his father worked for a bank in Tokyo and his mother, bored of life at Richmond Heights and Zak's increasingly absent father, had moved seemingly permanently to their house in Spain leaving Zak to his own devices and vices.


Amina walked up the long flight of steps which led to the large double front doors. She was about to ring but noticed the door slightly open so she pushed it gently open and called to Zak. It took a couple of attempts but then she heard his voice from a room at the end of a corridor and pushed the door quietly to and headed in the direction of the music she could now hear.


Zak was a stocky man with long blonde locks of hair that fell to his shoulders in ringlets and sparkling blue eyes. He sported a small goatee set against a square well chiselled face tanned from long days spent on the beach.


Zak shot Amina a broad friendly smile and beckoned her in. “Hi Amy love” he said, he drew deeply on a joint, Amina could smell the sweet intoxicating smoke and Zak handed her his spliff..” go on” he said. Amina took it and smiled nervously before drawing deeply and inhaling. She shut her eyes allowing the sensation to course through her.. “ good stuff huh “ said Zak.

Amina smiled and nodded taking a second draw on the huge spliff before handing it back to Zak.


Zak approached Amina who stood her back to a small sofa upholstered in an antique fabric. The whole room had the air of and old country house out of Jane Austin or something. Zak put his spliff down in a brass dish and looked at Amina without saying anything. Then after a few seconds “ You know you still owe me for the last lot” Amina nodded and are you able to settle up and pay for this lot he said. Amina shook her head, “I'm sorry, I can get it for you soon” she said, a worried expression developing on her face.“Amina “! Zak said his hand stroked the side of her face pushing a few stray stands of dark hair away “What are we going to do.” Amina looked at Zak “ I promise” she said “ But I need this lot” .. Zak smiled I know he said Tara was here earlier, How is it going to look if you don't get it for her Zak said. Amina looked directly at Zak this time “Zak, I need you to help me out”.. Zak laughed and put a hand on Aminas shoulder “You really need this don't you” he said Amina nodded. “OK” Zak smirked, “I think there is something we can work out”. Zak ran his hand down Amina's arm and then over her breasts. Amina backed off from Zak''s touch but she was now trapped between Zak and the sofa. Zak smirked, he reached out and felt the outline of Amina's breasts through her shirt his grip firmer this time. “Undo your shirt” he said. Amina looked at him with a look of shock “Undo it” he said again, his voice firmer his face no longer smiling and his eyes fixed on Amina with a steely resolve.


Amina unbuttoned her blouse the same familiar pop as her breasts forced their way free with each button until the blouse hung loose and Zak pulled her blouse apart. He felt her breasts again feeling the soft skin and smiled. “Clayton said you had amazing tits”. Zak pushed her blouse over shoulders and pulled a bra strap down pushing his hand into cup of her bra and feeling her nipple, he pinched it gently. “You are amazing Amina” he said “you know that don't you”.


Zak took Aminas hand and placing it to his crotch, Amina felt a stiffness in his jeans and tried to take her hand away but Zak shook his head and held her hand there tightly.. “Touch it” he said


Amina gently squeezed his stiff cock through the fabric of Zak's jeans and Zak shut his eyes enjoying the sensation before he began to undo the belt to his jeans. He place both hands on Amina breasts before reaching back un clipping her bra and pushing the cups over her breasts so her large brown breasts were full exposed. “Suck my cock” Zak said Amina looked at Zaks serious expression and then Zak smiled waving the bags she had come for. “It would be a shame if I sold these to someone else” he said.


Amina sat in the sofa and Zak pulled his jeans open. He wasn't wearing underwear and Amina looked at his light brown pubes and thick white cock. Uncut and staining to escape from his jeans.

She pulled the jeans down and Zak's cock white and veiny sprung up in her face.


Zak moved toward her his cock in hand he pressed it to her reluctant lips which parted and then Amina opened her mouth as Zak pushed gently, lovingly even into her warm mouth. Zak groaned and Amina felt every muscle in his body tense, then taking his cock in her hand she began to rub him her lip firmer now around the shaft of his cock thick and veiny her hand moved to his balls which she gripped feeling them tighten up as Zak began to thrust with a slow rythimic movement .


Amina took hold of Zaks cock with one hand and began jerking him, she looked up at him before opening her mouth again, taking the head of his cock between her warm lips she circled her tongue around his head, she withdrew then ran her tongue along the underside his cock, tasting the clear liquid seeping from his dick she took one ball and sucked it gently before swapping to the other all the time jerking his cock trying to find the rhythm she thought he would like. she wrapped her mouth around his cock head again, her tongue darting into his slit before opening her mouth. wrapping it around his shaft and sunk her head down, swallowing his entire length.


Zak gasped a yelp of surprise and delight that she could so easily take his entire length and then he groaned, the sensation, unbearable, he took Aminas head in his hand and held her gently, guiding her her head as she moved faster up and down his shaft Amina could feel how his cock pressed into the back of her throat she gagged but put her hands to Zak's ass and pulled him closer and then Zak let out a long deep groan. His eyes clenched shut, Zak came. For a second before he thought that Amina would pull away like Tara always did, but she didn't, Amina kept going, like a woman possessed until Zak could take no more. “Stop “ Zak whispered. Amina let Zak's limp cock fall from her mouth and looked up at him. A small dribble of cum hung from her bottom lip for a second before landing on her chest. Amina picked the cum drop up with her finger and put it to her mouth without braking eye contact with Zak


Zak stood there transfixed for a few seconds, still reeling from the intensity of the experience still in disbelief as to what had actually happened, he had never thought that she would go through with it he was just trying it on quite prepared that she would adamantly refuse. He would push her a little see how far he could go but he had never thought that she might actually take his cock and never that a blow job could ever have been as good as the one she had just delivered


Amina stood up and silently fastened her bra and buttoned her blouse , neither Zak nor Amina talked for a few seconds, Zak handed Amina the package she had come for and Amina turned and headed for the door. “ just a second” Zak said suddenly breaking the slightly awkward silence, he opened a small wooden box and handed Amina two small pre rolled joints. Amina took them and without saying a word headed for the door. “Ill see you at the twins party” Zak said. Amina paused at the door and turned to face Zak.


Just behind the partially closed door, a woman had been crouching, watching the events, and perhaps if Zak hadn't talked at that precise moment, stopping Amina in her tracks, the woman would have been discovered. Amina faked a smile, “ sure” she replied. Behind the door a female figure with a blonde ponytail sprung with cat like silence down the carpeted corridor in the direction of the front door.


Amina pushed the door of the room open with one hand, still facing Zak, “I will pay for this” she said.


The blonde ducked out the front door just as Amina turned, leaving Zak alone in the room and headed back down the corridor.


“Well”? Tara's voice was agitated, she had been sitting in the car waiting for Peyton to return and had grown restless. She didn't want to talk to Zak after their argument earlier and had sent Peyton on the mission in her place. “ He wasn't there” Peyton smiled “ Sorry” Tara looked slightly cross. “ What” ? Tara picked up her phone but Peyton put her hand out “ I didn't think you wanted to speak to him” she said. Tara looked at Peyton, there was something there in Peyton's eyes, a hesitance in her voice “ I dont “ Tara said through gritted teeth and she put the phone down “ Lets go”

Peyton allowed the Lexus to glide almost silently down the drive trying not to obviously check her mirrors for signs of Amy, who she knew would appear at the front door of Zaks house any second. The very last thing she wanted was to be seen, even worse that Tara might find out what her boyfriend had just got up to. Peyton knew the lack of warmth that existed between Tara and Amy, it was almost all Taras doing, Tara despised Amy for some reason almost from the moment Amy and her family had moved to The Heights. Taras older brother had a crush on Illam. Amy's sister but Illam didn't want anything to do with him.

Tara sat silently trying to figure Peyton out and then turned to look back at the house, but it was too late they had already turned out the drive, something happened thought Tara.

 

I quickly scanned this and thought "OMG. A story with paragraphs, commas and full stops." I won't comment on the story content (I'll leave that up to others) but high marks for effort. Not perfect but none of us are. Keep up the good work.

 

Rather enjoyed this. Kinda excited to see what happens next. Or what happens at the party.

 

I enjoyed this as well. It's nice to see a high quality post once in a while.

 

Keep it up

 

Well done,easy read,good story line,only one problem. Needs to be a novel!!

 

Meh - a little Mills and Boone for me