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A Lady Named Lynda

By: BobBaker



This story is completely fiction. All the characters, and events, came out of the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental, and was not the intent of the author. There are no persons in this story under eighteen years of age. 

A very rich woman makes a sex toy out of a poor working stiff.

Early Friday morning, I had an appointment for a job interview, in about one and a half hours. I knew I was way too early, but I also knew that is was better to be an hour early for a job interview, than two minutes late. Still though, an hour and a half was a bit too much. There was a coffee shop right across the street from the interview location. So I decided to have a cup of coffee to perk me up before the interview.

I walked in and had a seat in one of the booths. The waitress brought me a cup of coffee and a breakfast menu. While I was reading the menu, I had the strange sensation that I was being watched. I looked up and there in a booth across the aisle from me was a woman. 

She was smiling at me and her stare moved from my face to my crotch and back again. Her smile was very inviting and she ran her tongue over her lower lip as she looked. It did not seem to bother her in the least that she had been caught staring at me, and she made no attempt to look away. Quite the contrary, she continued to watch me, with smoldering bedroom eyes. 

She looked to be about the same age as me, in her mid twenties, with a very attractive face and body. She was dressed in a very fashionable and expensive-looking skirt and satin blouse. Her legs, what I could see of them, were attractive, and tapered nicely down to her ankle. Her breasts were about a C+ cup and were trying to push their way out of the blouse. 

It seemed very strange, the way we both looked each other over. She was definitely having an arousing effect on me; I could feel my cock responding in my trousers.

She seemed to notice this as well, her head gave a slight nod, and she reached into her purse, and took out a pen and a scrap of paper. She wrote something on the paper, and dropped the pen back into her purse. She left some money on the table to pay her bill, and started to leave. 

On her way out, she dropped the scrap of paper in my lap, and left.   

After she was gone, I opened the paper and read, "CALL ME AFTER FIVE," her phone number, and her name, "LYNDA." 

I put the scrap of paper into my pocket, and made up my mind: I was definitely going to give this beautiful woman a call. 

By the time I finished my second cup of coffee, I was about a half hour ahead of my interview time. I left the coffee shop and headed across the street for the interview. When I arrived, the receptionist told me to have a seat and she would tell the personnel manager that I was there. 

The interview went quite well, I thought. I was asked about my education, and job background. We talked about the job, and what the requirements were. I felt I was qualified to do the job. I told the personnel manager I could start right away, and he told me they would notify me if I got the job. 

After the interview I went back to my apartment and finished a few housekeeping chores, waiting for five o'clock. 

At about five minutes after five, I called the number that was on the scrap of paper. I heard a woman's voice answer, "Hello." Her voice was soft and deep. 

I replied, "Hello, is this Lynda?"

"Yes, it is. Who is this."

"My name is Gerry. We sort of, well, half met, this morning in the diner."

"Oh yes, I remember. I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me this evening." 

"I would be delighted. What time would you like to meet?"

"How about between six and six thirty this evening? Would that be a good time for you?"

"Yes, that would be fine with me." 

She gave me her address, and I noticed that it was in a very exclusive part of town. 

I hung up the phone, and headed to the shower, and then put on my very best clothes. After that, I drove over to the address she gave me. 

The house was a two-story brick home, in the middle of a one-acre lot, with gardens and a manicured lawn. As soon as I saw the place, I was just, awestruck. You see, I was just a poor working stiff, trying to get by from payday to payday, and right now I was unemployed and didn't even have a payday. This girl, though, must have millions to live in such a house. 

When I took a look at this house, my self-confidence was shot to hell. Instead of turning into the driveway, I parked my fifteen year old car on the road, taking care that it couldn't be seen from the house. 

I walked up the long horseshoe-shaped driveway. I knocked on the door, half expecting it to be answered by a tall snooty butler, with a British accent and a lordly manner.

Instead, the door was opened by a very pretty young woman, in her early twenties, with a bright smile, and a stunning face and figure.

"Hello," I said smiling at her, "I'm here at the invitation of Lynda."

"Oh yes sir," she said, "we've been expecting you. I'm Susan, the maid. Come right on in and have a seat in the parlor." She escorted me into a large warm comfortable room, and pointed to an over stuffed, leather chair. "I'll let her know that you are here," and disappeared through another door. 

While she was gone, I examined the room more closely. It actually oozed with luxury. There was a large granite fireplace, with a log burning on the log-rack. In front of it was a giant polar-bear skin, with the head still attached. The room was furnished with very expensive-looking chairs, and other luxury furnishings. On the walls hung oil paintings that looked very old. Although I'm no art expert, I did recognize the styles of some of the great masters. The floor was hardwood, but covered with Persian rugs, hand woven into intricate and colorful patterns. 

I knew that even if I had a pair of white gloves, I would not find a speck of dust, and the woodwork and floors were polished to a high shine.

Instinctively, I kicked off my shoes, to be sure that I would not scuff the floors, or damage the fine rugs. 

While I was still admiring the room and furnishings, a sultry voice behind me said, "Hello, Gerry, I'm so glad that you could make it." 

I almost jumped out of my skin, I was so startled by her voice. 

"Dinner will not be ready for a few minutes, so I thought that we could chat, and get to know each other until then."

I turned to face her, and was pleasantly surprised to see Lynda. She was dressed in a powder-blue cocktail dress cut a few inches above the knees, with a plunging neckline that revealed quite a lot of her ample breasts. Her honey blond hair tumbled down around her shoulders, and her sky-blue eyes sort of twinkled as she gazed at me. 

"Yes, of course," I said, "that would be great." I stood and waited until she seated herself across from the chair I was sitting in. 

"Would you like a drink, Gerry? I was about to have a Manhattan myself."

"Yes that would be fine," I said, trying not to look too nervous.

"Susan," she called. 

And the maid reappeared at the door. "Yes, madam," she said, with a slight curtsy.

"Two Manhattans please, very dry."

The maid acknowledged the request, and then disappeared once again through the door. 

While we were waiting for our drinks, the two of us made small talk. She asked me how I came to be in the diner earlier that morning.

I told her that I had a job interview for a large corporation, in the office building across the street from there.

She sat listening, with a strange smile, on her face. Lynda looked from my face, down to my crotch, with that strange smile never leaving her lips. Every couple of minutes, she bent forward, to give me a better view of her cleavage.

In a few minutes the drinks arrived, and were set on the coffee table in front of us. 

I took a drink of my Manhattan, and found it perfect. I began to relax just a little. I'm no expert on bar tending, but I'm sure the drinks were made from the very finest of liquors. 

Lynda picked up her drink, and took a long slow sip. All this time her eyes never left me. 

I began to feel as if I were a church mouse, being watched by a hungry cat. The cat was just about to pounce on me, and after playing with me and amusing herself, then devour me.

Lynda picked up the cherry on a stick and put it to her lush lips. She licked it for a while and then sucked on it, her eyes regarding me the entire time. 

I tried my best to stay calm, but this teasing little bitch had her toy for the evening, and she intended to extract all the pleasure she could from the moment. My manhood was steadily growing in my trousers, and after finishing with her cherry show, she stared at my crotch and slowly licked her lips. Damn, this woman was hot, and she was playing with me like I was her private toy.

There was a tap on the door, and the maid peeked around it, and announced that dinner was ready.

Lynda stood, and showed me the way to the dining room. I stood, and escorted her to the table. The table had chairs for twelve people, but right now there were place settings for two. I pulled out her chair for her, and then had a seat at the only place setting left, directly across from her. 

As soon as we were seated, the maid came in with a large platter, holding two thick steaks. Next came a bowl of rolls, then vegetables, and two baked potatoes, and a red wine. 

Everything was done perfectly for my taste. The steaks were not too rare, or too well done. The vegetables and rolls were great, as was the baked potato. After the dinner, we both enjoyed a glass of wine, while we waited until the dishes were cleared away. 

I was starting to relax, when I felt something move up the inside of me leg. Lynda had kicked off her shoe, and was playing her toe up my leg. Finally she reached as high as my crotch, and traced the outline of my once again growing penis. 

I looked into Lynda's face and she had a sultry expression, "Mmmmmm, I think I know what I want for dessert," she whispered across the table.

"Oh my god," I said, "I just can't believe this is happening to me."

"You haven't seen anything yet, Gerry. Wait until I get you into my bedroom, or should I call it my playroom?"

Once again the maid came into the dining room, and started clearing away the dishes. "Will there be anything else, Ma'am?"

"No, I don't think so," Lynda said. "After you finish cleaning up here, you can retire for the evening. If there is anything else I want, I'll call for you. Otherwise I want to be alone in private with this gentleman."

All this time, Lynda's foot never stopped massaging my privates through my trousers. I don't know if the maid knew what was going on, but I do know that Lynda really didn't care one way or the other. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and always got what she wanted. Right now, she wanted me.

When we were alone again, she asked me, "Would you like to see the rest of the house?"

"Sure, I would love to," I told her. And stood, coming around the table, I pulled back her chair for her, when she stood. She led me from room to room on the tour. I lost count of how many rooms. There was a library, with fine leather-covered books. A laundry room, a sewing room, and three guest bedrooms. And a billiards/cardroom. There were two pool tables: one an English billiard table and the other, an American style pool table. Also, I saw three card tables. 

"Would you like to shoot a game of pool?" she invited. "I don't know what we could play for, maybe strip pool," she giggled. "I bet I could have you naked in five games."

"It has been a long time," I said, "I think you are probably right." 

She grinned, then said, "Later, maybe," and led me out of the room. 

All of this, and we were still on the ground floor. 

"In the back there is a swimming pool, Jacuzzi, tennis courts, and the stables," she said.

She came to a final closed door, and she told me. "In there are the maid's rooms. There is a bedroom and bath, a small kitchen, and a living room with a TV and computer for her entertainment." 

I was very impressed, to say the least. 

"That is all the downstairs; would you like to see the upstairs now?"

"Yes, thank you very much," I said.

We walked up a spiraling staircase together. 

There were more guestrooms up there. With king-size beds and bathrooms. All of them even had walk-in closets. There was a gym that was loaded with expensive equipment. And there was even a room with a massage table off of the gym. "I have a massage therapist come twice a week," she told me.

"And now," she said, "the final stop on our tour." Lynda opened a large door, and stepped aside, so I could enter. "Welcome to my man-trap," she smiled, as I entered the room. 

I stepped through the door, and all I could say was, "WOW." The room was large, and decorated in pink, red, and white. The floor was covered with a thick soft white carpet. The walls were covered with mirrors, from ceiling to floor, all around the room. They gave the room the appearance of being even larger than it really was. Drapes hung from ceiling to floor over a large window/glass door onto the balcony. There were three large dressers around the room with two matching side tables, all colored pink. In the center of the room was a California-king-size round bed. The sheets and pillows covers were red satin. It had a bed spread that looked like white mink. The room had indirect lighting, and with the touch of a button the colored lights could be changed in seconds, to bathe the room in any color of the rainbow. 

It was a mantrap alright, and Lynda was the bait. 

She looked at me with a disarming smile. "There is one house rule, I forgot to mention earlier: no one is permitted to stay in this room while still clothed." She sat on the bed looking at me with smoldering eyes. "Since you are the guest, you get to undress first. Go slowly, though; I like to enjoy every second of a male strip tease." 

I looked down into her angelic face. My penis was fully aroused by now, and so hard it hurt. The bulge in my trouser crotch did not go unnoticed by my beautiful hostess. I started with my necktie, as she requested I made a big production about removing it. Next came my shirt. I opened one button at a time, drawing it out for as long as possible, working my way down. I slipped the shirt off and dropped it into her lap. Under the shirt was a white tank-top. I pulled it up, and over my head. I could hear her take in a sharp breath at the sight of the hard muscles of my back and chest. I flexed them a little, and was rewarded by her smile of approval. My shoes were already gone, and the socks were easily removed, without much ceremony. Now it was the trousers' turn. I slowly unhooked the belt and pulled it through all the belt loops. I could see the eager anticipation in Lynda's face as I reached for the snap at the top of the zipper, and pulled it loose. I took my time, to tease just a little more, but slowly I lowered my trousers. Finally I let them drop, and stepped out of them.

Lynda's mouth was literally watering at this point, and her eyes were locked onto my crotch, and the plainly visible bulge in my boxers. 

I was working the boxers down my hips, when Lynda called out, "Wait! Let me take off your shorts, Gerry."

I moved over to her side on the bed, she reached over, and gently caressed the bulge in my shorts.

"Mmmmmm," she whispered, as she played with the bulge, using just her finger tips to trace the outline. "Well, hello there, little man," she said, in a tone that one would use on a small child. "You and I are going to have lots of fun later. I'm going to lick you, and suck you, then I'll introduce you to my special friend, Kitty." She laughed softly, then reached inside my boxers, and stroked him up and down in her tiny hand. This was too much, and yet not quite enough. Her fingers were giving me such pleasure, it was blowing my mind, but still not enough to allow me to cum. 

After a few minutes that seemed like hours, she pulled the boxer shorts down my legs, and let them drop at my feet. Then Lynda got to her knees, but still on the bed. Her fingers were exploring my chest, and the rest of my body. She reached around my neck, and pulled my lips down to hers. Her tongue pushed on the outside of my lips, and demanded entry. Once inside, her tongue did a love dance with my own. Without breaking contact with my lips, she stood in front of me. She pressed her body into mine, and I wrapped my arms around her softness. Her fingers moved down my back. Finally reaching my ass, she was touching me everywhere. A finger entered my anus and pushed deep inside; she found my prostrate where all a man's cum is made. Tickling it, she was driving me mad with lust. 

I started to move my hips in and out, pressing against her body. 

Suddenly she stopped. And looked deep into my eyes. "No lover, we can not have you waste all that yummy cum on my dress. Not when I haven't had my dessert yet."

She pushed me down to a seated position on the bed. She stepped into the center of the room, and turned to face me. "You undressed yourself to entertain me, so I think it is only right that I undress for you." 

The cocktail dress she was wearing was first. Around her hips was a sort of sash tied in a bow, Lynda slowly pulled one end of the bow, until it came apart. Then her fingers moved up between her breasts, to the top button. Slowly she worked the button. She toyed with it for a few seconds, to tease me just a little more. She worked the button until it was open. Then her fingers descended to the next button, she slowly undid that one as well. She worked slowly, button after button, all the way down her dress. She turned her back toward me, before she opened the dress and let it fall to the carpet. She was wearing hot-pink undergarments, a lacy bra and matching panties and garter-belt. With her back turned to me, as it was, I got to admire her perfect little heart shaped ass. She turned slowly to face me, and her beauty took my breath away. She was like one of those centerfold girls in Playboy Magazine. Lynda could easily be the playmate of the year, or the decade. She had the sweet innocent beauty of the girl next door. Even though I knew better than to believe the innocent part. She was swaying to some unheard music and only she could hear the beat. She was still moving like a snake, when she reached down and unsnapped her stockings from the garter. She rolled them down her beautifully shaped legs, and the stockings joined the dress on the floor. 

All this time I was sitting on the bed, with my mouth open, I'm sure. It took all my will power not to grab my hard cock and give myself some relief.

Lynda continued with her sexy strip-tease. She reached up, and took the hook holding her bra closed, and started working it open. The bra came open, exposing two perfect breasts. She cupped them in her palms and pointed the nipples at me. Jiggling her breasts, she teased me until I could hardly stand it. She must have been turning herself on, too, because she dropped one hand down to her panties, and reached inside the band. I could clearly see she was fingering herself, inside her panties. From the grinding of her hips, I knew she was close to cumming. 

"Wait," I said, "I want to take off your panties. After all, you took off my boxers, it seems only fair that I take off your panties."

She stepped over in front of me, and her silk panties were only inches from my face. 

Instead of removing them though, I leaned forward and licked the wet spot on the front panel. 

When I did this Lynda jumped, and gasped. "Oh yes baby, I love that kind of action."

Encouraged by her response, I pressed forward, and lapped her harder and faster.


A Lady Named Lynda Ch. 02



It has been almost five years since I started this story. Since then I have received numerous complaints that I ended it when I did. So I guess I'll dust it off and see what I can do with it. 

Right now I frankly don't have a clue where I want to go. That really isn't too much of a problem since I start all my stories without any idea what I want to do with it. 

Maybe that is not professional but as it stands, I'm not making a dime. If you want professional send me your check. (PAYABLE TO CASH) :-)

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The story is totally fiction; any resemblance to any person or place is purely coincidental and was not the intent of the Author.

All the characters in this story are at least eighteen years of age. There are no minors involved in any sexual or violent acts in this story. 

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Not your ordinary job interview: 

Lynda pressed her secretary's button on the intercom.

When the secretary answered Lynda said, "Helen, I do not wish to be disturbed for the rest of the morning. No phone calls and no visitors. When she clicked off she turned to me smiling. "You get to do that when you're the boss."

While she was talking to her secretary, she idly reached up and casually opened the buttons on her white silk blouse. She looked at me with a coy smile on her full lips.

She let her blouse hang open displaying a lacy light blue bra that barely held her breasts. Lynda liked to wear bras that were too small to contain her large breasts She walked around her large desk towards me. She sat on the couch beside me. I could see that she had already kicked off her shoes while still sitting at her desk. She reached up and removed the pins from her hair, shaking out her hair she let it fall naturally around her shoulders. 

"I think before we go any further, we need to discuss your duties as my personal secretary." 

"The pretty young lady in my outer office is called Helen, she is my private secretary, or executive assistant, if you prefer. She helps me in my professional life. She does what- ever needs doing around the office. She works for me, not the company. She does whatever I tell her, when I tell her, for as long as I tell her to do it." 

"She also takes care of some unconventional duties. She takes special care of the more, shall I say 'intimate' needs of some of my clients. She also does the same for me, when I have the need. She is very efficient or I wouldn't keep her around here." 

"Now you Gerry are my personal secretary. Like Helen, I expect you to do whatever I tell you, also. Your job is to take care of my personal and intimate needs. Usually you will not be here at the office unless I require you to be here. Your duties will be whatever I require of you, most often as a sexual partner." 

"I can't be bothered with boyfriends or husbands. Most of them can not be counted on to always obey my wishes, and always do what I demand of them. Some even dare to think of themselves as equals," she scoffed. 

"You have met my cook and maid, Susan. Sometimes she is also my bed-partner. I take my pleasure as I find it." 

"I assume you noticed this past weekend that Susan enjoys inflicting pain. I like to watch her do it. On occasion I join her in her sadistic pleasures." 

"There may even be times that I will require you to participate in these sadistic sessions as our victim," she looked intensely into my face. "Don't be too shocked; we will not really injure you. There may be pain but there will never be permanent damage. Whenever you have to meet this requirement you will receive a financial bonus. Usually $5,000.00, but sometimes more." 

"I socialize with an exclusive group of women that enjoy dominating men. They usually have their own slave boys, but not always. It is very much like a swing club, meaning we sometimes trade slave boys for the evening. So although you start with me, sometimes you may wind up in another woman's bed. By our club rules, these temporary mistresses can not draw your blood or mark up your body. But they have other ways to inflicted pain." 

"There are many occasions that you will be required to be my escort to business dinners and parties. Or a traveling companion for business or pleasure. You can look on these occasions as legitimate dates. For these occasions you will require appropriate attire. I'll see that you have access to the most exclusive tailors and men's clothing stores available. At my expense of course." 

"For this you will receive an executive salary plus bonuses. A company car and of course you will live with me in my home rent free." 

"There are other benefits too, both personal and financial. As long as you understand, you work for me, I demand your loyalty, your silence as well as your physical attentions to my needs." 

"For most occasions, I simply want to be held and treated tenderly, like any other woman. You will not be required to submit every night to tortures. Just on those occasions when I'm in that sort of mood and there are no other victims available."

"For most of these occasions Susan and I use our young stable hands. They are all foreign nationals. I hire them fresh off the boat. I like to find those with no family or friends that might look into their welfare. This way Susan and I can do what we like with them. For a few dollars, their immigration records can be misplaced and eventually lost completely."  

She talked about these things like she was discussing the weather, not talking about torturing and murdering maybe hundreds of men.

"Well what do you think. Are you interested?" Lynda looked at me like she was demanding an answer right there on her office couch. The idea of some physical pain was not that horrifying to me. I had often fantasized about being dominated by a beautiful woman. My fantasies never went quite as far as having pain inflicted on me, but considering all the benefits she was offering, it may not be too bad. I could always simply walk away if it got too intense, though. 

"Well," she said looking into my face. "You still have not answered me?"

"Yes of course I am interested," I replied, "but could we use a safe word, I could call out, if my pain started getting to be to much for me to tolerate."

"Yes of course I could agree to that," she said, "but the more that you do tolerate the bigger your bonus will be." 

I could see the lust in her eyes, that told me that Lynda was becoming aroused by our negotiations. She stood up and turned to face me. She slowly lifted the front of her skirt, exposing, just inches from my face, a pair of thin skimpy thongs. 

I could inhale the rich sent of her expensive perfume and the aroma of her natural clean odors. I breathed in deeply and it stimulated my own sexual senses.

She reached down and pushed her panties down her slim legs to the knees. Then took hold of both my ears and gently pulled my mouth to her dripping wet pussy. 

I pushed out my tongue and started lapping up her juices.

Lynda gasped at the touch of my tongue. "Oh yeah, send me baby," she said, "I've been looking forward to this since I heard I'd be interviewing you this morning." 

Lynda tasted wonderful. I could have spent hours lapping up her love juice. Just the other side of her door business was going on as usual and that thought was a very big turn-on for me.

Her hips were rolling now like they were ocean waves. Around and around. I had to reach around her body and hold her beautiful ass in my palms so that I could move my eager mouth with her movements. 

While I was busy licking her slit for all I was worth. She slipped her blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. 

"Yeah baby, you know how I like it. Just like that, honey, just keep it going."

I was playing with the rose bud of her bum hole with my fingertips. I didn't force my way, but only teased her entryway lightly.

This got even more moans of passion for my trouble. 

"Oh God baby that feels so good," she gasped, "just keep that up and you will be rewarded by a big load of my fuck juices. 

I was licking her faster now, I really wanted that load of her juices she promised and I was really going after it for all that I was worth.

"Oh my God what a magical tongue you have." Her breath was chugging like an old fashioned steam engine. She was really going now. She grabbed the back of my head and she mashed herself into my soaking wet face. 

With her blouse discarded, her bra was to come next. She reached up to the hook in the front, between her luscious breasts, then worked it open. The hook popped open like it was spring loaded. Her breasts sprang loose and once they were free of the confinements of her bra, they seemed to expand even larger. She reached up and started pinching and twisting her nipples. She needed the touch of pain to push herself over the edge. She could barely contain herself. It took all of her effort to stifle the scream she knew would burst from her lips when she climaxed. 

I was only vaguely aware of what was going on above my head while I was concentrating on my task below. I knew that she was getting very close to a giant earth-shaking climax. 

She was fucking my face in a frenzy.

With just a little more of a push I knew I would be taking her over the top. 

I began to worry that she was making so much noise from her uncontrolled passion, I was afraid that they would become concerned with all the noise the two of us were making and they would call the police. Then the police officers would in turn burst through her office door, catching us on her couch with her stark naked fucking my face while my tongue was completely buried in her dripping cunt. 

Lynda herself seemed unconcerned. She had, after all, left orders that she not be disturbed. They in turn knew full well that she would have their head on a platter and the job of anyone who would dare open her office door. 

So what the Hell, maybe her private secretary was accustomed to things like this and she wouldn't give it a second thought. 

She was fucking my face like a crazy woman now. "Oh keep it going baby, don't you dare stop now. Lick me faster..... Yes lick that pussy right into Heaven' Oh Yes.......Yes.......YESSSSSSS!!!!!! I"M CUMMING!!!! OH YES HERE IT CUMS!! IT IS GOING TO BE A REALLY BIG ONE!!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!

My face was literally awash with her sweet juices. She started with a strong spray that actually went back all the way to my ears. After what seemed to be hours it started to slow down a little. Right now, though, it began to ease off, now the climax slowed to a trickle. 

Her legs were a little wobbly. I was concerned that she might fall but she held my head for balance and support and managed to stay on her feet.

I was out of breath myself. If this was to be an indication of things to come I was going to need a much stronger tongue or at least a tongue with more endurance. I smiled when I thought, I wonder if there is an exercise to build up one's tongue muscles. Maybe I could even buy a set of tongue weights. I laughed to myself at the ridiculous idea of buying a set of tongue weights.

"What are you laughing at," she said. It annoyed her thinking maybe I was laughing at her. 

Still giggling I told her about my silly tongue weight thought.

When she heard this, she to started laughing loudly. 

I was still laughing, too, so the people in the outer office must have thought we were enjoying some sort of comedy hour.



Lynda reached for the leather belt around her skirt. She worked the belt open and let her skirt fall to the floor around her feet. 

She looked over at me and said, "Take off your clothes. I'm not through with you yet."     

I stood up and started to remove my suit jacket. I looked at it and exclaimed "Oh my God what a mess," Lynda's juices were all over the front of the jacket. I looked down and my shirt and tie were no better. 

Lynda looked me over and said, "You are right, you can't leave this office dressed in these." She walked over to the intercom and pressed her secretary's button. She said, "Helen will you step in my office please and bring a large paper bag."

A minute later, there was a knock on the door and Lynda told her to come in and close the door behind her. Helen stepped into the office and did not react in the slightest to Lynda's nakedness.

"Yes, Miss Lynda," she said.

"Helen, this is Gerry, he'll be working for me, helping me with my personal matters." 

Helen turned and nodded toward me. It was obvious that she knew just what was meant by the term "personal matters" but she did not react in any way. 

Gerry take off your shirt tie and your trousers and give them to Helen."

I was a little reluctant to strip off what remained of my outer clothing in front of a second female, but I did as I was told without comment. 

Helen hardly gave me a glance as she took my things and Lynda handed her my jacket. 

"I want you to call Nordstrom's and have them bring over a light blue shirt, pressed and ready to wear with a matching tie. Then have the office boy take Gerry's jacket and trousers to the 1 hour dry cleaners and tell him to wait for them. Then bring them strait back here. Once you have this all back, let me know. As I said before still applies. No phone calls and no visitors."

Helen closed the door on her way out and we were once more left alone.

"Now, where were we? Oh yes, I remember, we were both getting naked." She sat down on the couch and unhooked her nylons from the garter belt. She rolled them down her legs and off to join the pile of her clothes on the floor. The only thing left was her garter belt and making quick work of it joined the pile of clothes on the floor. Now she was totally naked and sat back down on the couch.

Lynda looked over at me, standing in the middle of her office floor in just my underwear. "Come here honey and stand in front of me. I want to play."

I walked over, in front of the couch close enough that she could easily reach me

She caressed the front of my boxers, feeling my hard cock that was already grown to a painful size. Then she rubbed her face into the bulge. She turned up her head and looked into my face with smoldering eyes. 

Oh lord she was making me crazy. I reached down and pulled my T-shirt up and over my head, dropping it onto the small pile of clothes.

Lynda continued teasing and playing with my cock right through my boxer shorts. I could tell she was taking great delight in this sort of torture. She was like a cat playing with a terrified mouse. 

My whole body, but especially my hips, was shaking. "Oh please," I said. "I have got to cum. Please I'll do whatever you ask," I begged. "Just don't leave me like this."

She looked up at me with a cruel smile on her lips. "You'll do whatever I ask anyway," she said. "Right now you belong to me."

With shaking hands, I pushed my boxers down and out of the way. Once past my knees they dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them.

Lynda pushed her luscious lips down over the head of my swollen cock, then deep throated me down the shaft to the bottom. Her nose was buried in the curls that surrounded the base of my bursting shaft.

I could have screamed, it felt so good. 

Now she pulled back to about half way up my cock then plunged down once more. She did this several times over and over again. 

It was becoming more than I could stand; I was in Heaven and Hell, all at the same time. I wondered if this woman was an angel or was she a she-devil come straight from the pits of Hell to torture me this way.

Over and over, again and again she brought me up to the edge, but never allowing me to go over. 

Her finger tips tickled my balls. While her soft lips moved up and down my cock. 

It was agony and sweet bliss all at the same time. 

She knew more tricks then the whore of Babylon.

Every time that I reached the very limit and was almost ready to release my load of cum, she stopped dead still. Then waited patiently until my body subsided before continuing her cruel game. 

I looked down and saw that her hand was between her thighs She was masturbating herself at a frenzied pace. She got herself off several times while at the same time denying me the relief of a climax. 

Only minutes earlier, I was concerned about taking a flogging from either her or her sadistic maid. Right now, though, I would gladly accept the kiss of the whip, if only she would give me release. 

(More to come)

This ends part 02 of my story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you did enjoy it, then please write to me and let me know. This is the only way a writer knows that he is not just talking to himself. I admit I love having my ego stroked as much as any man. 

Also I would love to hear about any ideas you may have to use in my stories. I'll try and keep it going until you, the reader, stop sending me mail asking me to go on with it. 

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A Lady Named Lynda Ch. 03



The people in this story all came out of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and was not the intent of the author. It is fiction, people. The people in the story do not exist. I'm writing it for my own entertainment and I hope for your pleasure as well. 

All the characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. There are no minors involved in acts of a sexual nature in my story..

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Chapter 03:

The very private services of a private secretary

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"Oh please ma'am please let me cum. I just can't take any more of this sweet torture. Please bring me to climax. If you do I'll make you cum and cum and cum, as many times as you demand, but my balls will explode if you don't relieve the pressure. I have to cum."

She looked up at me, a triumphant smile on her lips. She knew that she had won this round. I was helpless and at her mercy. "Do you swear that you will do anything that I ask of you, no matter what it may be?" she asked.

"Yes, oh yes, anything, I promise. All you need do is ask and I'll do exactly what you say." 

"You know I'll hold you to that promise and punish you severely if you break your word."

"Yes, Yes I know. I'll do whatever you ask. Just get me off, before I go mad."

She turned her attention back to my swollen cock. Once again her lips plunged over the mushroom head and moved up and down the shaft, while at the same time tickled my balls with her finger- tips. 

At last she would let me cum. My hips pushed in and out against her sucking mouth. 

Her endless teasing was behind us. This time she was going after my warm heavy cream. It was racing up the tubes inside my penis but this time she didn't stop holding me in agony. She wanted my cum now and she was going after every drop. 

"Oh yeah baby, it is going to blow this second. There is no way you can stop it now. Oh yeah, oh yeah AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" The cum shot out of my body in a steady stream that lasted for several seconds, without let up. Then squirt, squirt, squirt for several more seconds until at long last it became a trickle. Even after the trickle subsided my cock still spit out intermittent globs of cream for several minutes. 

I fell back on the couch, completely exhausted. I could not even lift my head I was so weak. 

Lynda continued to lick up any drops of my cum on my tummy and groin area until she was sure that she had gotten it all. 

Now this was a woman that thought nothing of leaving a $500.00 bottle of champagne in an open bottle to spoil after only a couple of sips. But she wouldn't leave even a single drop of my cum unclaimed by her greedy tongue and her sucking lips.

I lay there on her office couch, too exhausted to resist her demanding lips. Far too weak to resist her wanton demands. But also, my body was like a rag doll. So much so that whatever her demands may be, I would need time to recover my strength before I could comply with her wishes. 

I could not help myself. My cock had gone from a magnificent and mighty spear to a limp wet strip of news paper. In spite of her curses and threats, at the very least it was simply going to take a while before I was physically capable of performing intercourse with her. Finally she realized this and let me be. 

Right there on Lynda's office couch, I slept. While I was sleeping, my dreams were filled with sweet sex: Pictures of large but firm breasts, wet dripping cunts, Soft red lips and loving tongues lapping at the mushroom head of my long hard cock.  

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Finally I awoke to the gentle shaking of my naked body. "Gerry are you wake?" the voice came from far away, but it was not quite real to my mind. "Gerry, wake up, wake up, Gerry." It was becoming a little clearer. It was a soft gentle feminine voice.

Slowly I awoke. Still a little dazed, her face gradually became clearer It was Helen's face, Lynda's beautiful secretary.

"Are you awake now, Gerry?" She smiled down at me. 

Finally I sat up, and realizing I was naked, I did my best to hide my body by covering my penis with my hands. I looked around and discovered we were alone together in Lynda's office. "Where is Lynda," I asked?

"Oh she has a business meeting this afternoon and will be gone until well after six," she said. "She told me to wake you when your clothes came, and then to entertain you until she returned this evening." She said this with a coy smile and a wink. 

It was very obvious what she meant by, 'entertain me.' 

I grinned back at her and asked, "what time is it now?"

"Oh it is a little before 3, I sent the rest of the office staff home early so we are all alone here." Again that same coy smile graced her full lips. 

"My, wasn't that nice of you to give the office staff half the day off," I told her with a broad grin on my lips. "Did you say that my clothes were ready and back. Where are they?"

"Oh I left them in the outer office for now. I don't think you will be needing them just yet anyway." She was giggling to herself when she said this. She sat down beside me on the couch and placed her soft hand on my inner thigh. 

I was starting to get a pretty large erection at her words and her intimate touching. 

Helen slowly moved her hand up my inner thigh, until she was caressing the shaft of my growing cock. "Oh my, aren't you a big little man, though?" She still had that coy smile as she played with my hard cock.

I winked at her, and with a conspiratory smile said to her, "don't you think that you are a little over-dressed for this game?"

Helen stood on her feet before me. She looked down at my smiling face. When her gaze traveled farther down my body to my erect cock, she licked her soft, red lips sensuously. "MMMMMM!!!!!!!!" she said, "You look yummy, Gerry. I just love to suck a nice hard cock."

"Oh my God you are really turning me on Helen, I gasped. "Are you sure it is safe? I mean what if Lynda came back early and caught us together?" 

"Before Lynda left, she told me to be sure and entertain you. Now what do you think she meant by that?"

"Well I don't know what she meant," I said. 

"Well sweety, I know exactly what she meant. This is not the first time that I have entertained a man at Lynda's request. It happens all the time," she said. "Usually though, they are much older men. Seldom are they as cute or as young as you." 

I blushed a little as I thanked her for the compliment. 

"Not at all," she said while her fingers tugged at the zipper on the side of her dress. "This is one assignment I'm going to particularly enjoy performing." 

I could tell that Helen had an absolutely stunning figure, even before her dress was completely removed. 

Her dress finally fell to the floor, revealing her skimpy bra and panties, along with a matching garter belt and nylons. 

The sight of this little vixen temptress was enough to take my breath away. Her body was a work of art. Just waiting for the sculptor's hand. She had the fresh face of a young innocent girl. I knew, though, that there was nothing innocent about her. She had the talent and skill of a high-priced call her. She knew how to tease and to please any man beyond all reason. 

She stood there in front of me and pushed her hand down inside her panties with a wanton smile on her lips. She was obviously masturbating herself with her fingers. While making a show of it for my pleasure. 

She had me almost hypnotized--I just couldn't look away from her, although why would I even want to look anywhere else at this particular moment? 

Helen took her hands out of her panties and unsnapped her nylons from her garter belt. Them she rolled them down her shapely legs and off her feet. 

The bra was next: she looked down at me and said, "would you mind terribly if I asked you to help me with my bra?" 

I was on my feet in an instant. She was facing away from me so she backed into my body until her shapely ass was against my hard cock. 

When I felt this, I groaned with my lust and pushed my hard cock against her beautiful ass.

Helen purred like a kitten and brushed her ass cheeks back and forth against my hard cock. 

My pleasure senses were on overdrive and I started to shake with the overwhelming feelings I was experiencing. 

She took both my hands in hers and held my palms to the front of her bra cups. She leaned back her head and whispered, "my bra honey, you were going to help me take off my bra."

I reached around behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it loose from her firm young breasts. Then my palms came back around her front. And I caressed and held both her breasts in my palms.

She gasped, "Oh yeah baby, you know just the way I love to be held by a man. Firm yet gentle, not rough like some clumsy oaf."

Still in my embrace, she turned her body around until she was facing me. Then covered my lips with her own soft and sensual lips. Each of our tongues came out inviting the others' out to play. 

I was totally naked and Helen was naked except for her garter belt. 

Helen reached down and opened the garter belt then let if fall to the floor. 

She let her finger-tips explore my body, while my fingers did the same thing to her. We played this game for several minutes, allowing our arousal level to reach its peak before Helen sank to the carpet and rolled onto her back. Then she motioned to me with her hands to join her on the floor. Then she guided me into the 69 position. 

First she said, "I want us to give each other oral pleasures. Then I want you to climb on top of me and fuck my brains out."

A few seconds later I felt the touch of her soft lips on the mushroom head of my hard penis.

At the same time I put my tongue to work on the swollen lips of her vagina 

At the very first touch of my tongue Helen bucked into my face and let out a moan of passion.

After I got this reaction I speeded up the pace of my tongue moving up and down her slit.

Her hips were bouncing around all over the office carpet. "Oh yeah baby, you have a very talented tongue," she moaned, as she pushed herself even more forcefully into my face. 

I was going as fast as I could; her cunt was delicious. The most wonderful part was the faster and harder I worked my tongue, the more of her sweet cream flowed into my eager mouth. And I gobbled it down like a starving baby.

Regardless of the distraction of my pleasure giving tongue, she went after my cock with a vengeance. Her lips formed an airtight seal around my cock, while at the same time her head bounced up and down my shaft. Every time her head came up my shaft to the top, her tongue would take a fast swipe across the spongy head. It was both thrilling and maddening at the same time. Thrilling due to the extreme pleasure her mouth was giving me and maddening because she was not yet ready to allow me to climax.

After licking and sucking her pussy lips for several minutes I noticed her clitoris was peeking out about a half an inch at the top of her pussy slit. Her clit looked to me to be twice again larger than most women's clits. 

I thought to myself that this would explain why Helen was so eager to experience all of the pleasures of sex. She was a nymphomaniac. Unlike most woman with her condition she was very capable of achieving a sexual climax. Only she needed climax, after climax, after climax. No one man could ever be enough for her needs. No man could survive her lavish attentions, but what a way to go. I had to smile at the thought of being fucked to death by a beautiful woman like Helen. 

I concluded that my best course of action would be to bring her to climax as many time as possible orally, while at the same time denying myself climax for as long as I could. That way I could give several orgasms with out exhausting myself.

Helen could feel a big climax starting to roll over her. "Oh yeah baby keep licking and sucking on my clit. You know what I want. Don't stop now, honey." She was bouncing wildly on the carpet. 

I had no intention of stopping now or in the near future. I reached underneath her bum and held the cheeks to her ass firmly in my grip. This gave me some degree of control, so that I was able to stay with her through the wild movements of her orgasms and maintain contact. 

Between her and Lynda I was learning how to keep my tongue moving and stimulating a clitoris to climax.

Helen's hands were down at my head. She ran her fingers through my hair. She was begging me not to stop, but to keep going, giving the vagina such wonderful pleasures that she was squealing with delight. 

I do not remember when or how but at sometime during our love play we had gotten out of our sixty nine position and I was laying with my body between her spread legs, and my head buried in her pussy. 

We were so engrossed in the oral sex with each other that we never heard the door to Lynda's office open behind us.

When Lynda stepped into the office she never made a sound. She was neither surprised or shocked by the scene she saw on her office floor She just stood by the door getting herself turned on by the action.

She started removing her own clothes while never taking her eyes off the couple on her floor. She removed her clothing quickly. She was too aroused by the sexy scene to strip out of her clothes slowly. She wanted to join in with the action in a hurry.

Gerry jumped with fright when he felt Lynda's soft hands on his body.

Helen felt the sudden change in Gerry's attentions, so looking up she saw the naked body of Lynda had joined them. She smiled happily to herself, "Now this party can really get going."

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This ends part 03 of my story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you did enjoy it, then please write to me and let me know. We all need encouragement. And I admit I love having my ego stroked as much as any man. Also I would love to hear about any ideas you may have to use in my stories. There are more chapters to this story in the works. I'll try and keep it going until you, the reader stop sending me mail asking me to go on with it. So just like my story's hero I'm yours to command.

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A Lady Named Lynda



Lynda's legs stared to wobble like they were made out of rubble, and she grabbed my head for support.  

I knew that she was likely to fall right on her ass, so I slipped off the bed, and maneuvered her around so she could sit on the bed, and finally lay back, with her legs hanging over the edge. Then, without teasing or delay, I pulled her panties off and dropped them. Her pussy was clean shaved, and the biggest clit I have ever seen was sticking out a half inch at the top of her slit. It looked delicious, and I wasted no time getting a taste.

Lynda grabbed my head, guiding my mouth where she wanted it to be. "Oh, yeah baby, lick out that pussy! Fuck me with that tongue! You know what I want, sweet baby! Oh my god, what a mouth you have, oh, what a tongue you have! Lick and suck that clit my sweet, sweet man. You are going to love the taste of my cream. Every- body says I taste delicious. Even Susan loves to lick up my juices."

Well, Well, Well, so she is bi, I thought to myself. Interesting, but I will have to look into that later. 

Suddenly she was cumming. She sprayed my face with her juices. And she was right, she did taste delicious. Once she started cumming, she didn't stop. I was licking and sucking her in a frenzy, and she just kept on having climax after climax. My face and chest were soaked with her love juice, but still she came. Finally, she collapsed, totally empty, totally spent. 

We were both gasping for air. I looked around for something, to clean up my face and chest. 

Lynda reaching into the night stand and took out two face towels. Handing me one she used the other to clean away her cum from her pussy and inner thighs. 

"Oh Gerry, that was wonderful. I may never let you leave here. I could chain you here to the bed, and use you for my personal love slave." She was smiling from ear to ear, completely satisfied with her newest toy. 

I smiled at her comment, but in the back of my mind, I felt just a bit uneasy at the comment. I crawled up the bed next to her body, and lay my head on the pillow beside her, gently kissing her lips, and running my hands over her soft smooth skin.

Her hands were just as busy exploring my body as well. She seemed fascinated with my chest and arm muscles. I guess that is no different from a man loving to touch a woman's breasts. In any case, the feel of her petite hands touching me all over was very stimulating. Her fingers dropped down to my penis and she started stroking the shaft slowly but firmly. "Oh my," she cooed, "you're so big, you could split me wide open. I can't wait to feel you inside of me. First though, I think I want to taste it. I think a man's cum is really yummy. I have always loved the feel of it going down my throat and into my tummy. Wouldn't you like to do a, 69 with me? I can never get enough of a man's tongue on my pussy, either." 

She didn't wait for an answer, but scooted down my body, and straddled my head; she lowered herself over my mouth. She gave a squeal of delight, when she felt my tongue lick her clit. Once I was going, she turned back to my cock. With just the tip of her tongue she tried to push it into the pee hole, at the top. The feeling was marvelous. It was like she was using a feather. Now she swirled her tongue around the sensitive head. 

I was licking and sucking her clit. Once again it popped out of its nest. I don't think she had been dry all evening, but now her juices were flowing as if I had turned on a tap. She was bouncing on my face, like she was trying to fuck my nose. Both of us were going at it like a couple of porn stars. 

Lynda plunged her mouth over and down my penis, like she was trying to pump water out of a well. She was an expert deep throat artist. 

I could feel the tip of my cock going deep down the back of her throat. I was going where I had never gone before, and the sensation was marvelous. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out, but I knew I could blow in any second. 

Lynda must have sensed that I was getting ready, because she increased the suction and speed of her actions. Her fingers were gently caressing my balls, coaching my cum out. She scraped her teeth over my shaft as she plunged up and down. Not biting, but creating just enough of a sensation that it was becoming too much to hold off any longer. 

Suddenly the dam burst, and I exploded into her eager mouth. Instantly her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner. She lifted herself off of my mouth, and turned herself around, so that she could concentrate her efforts on my cock. Like a vampire she was sucking every drop of my cum out of my penis, and into her hungry mouth. I was squirting a huge amount of cum and she didn't miss a drop. To her, it was the nectar of the gods. And she was greedily going after all that I had. Gradually the volume decreased to a trickle, but still she sucked it out of me. 

After she had gotten every possible drop, she lifted her mouth up off my cock and looked at me with smoldering eyes, licking off her lips she whispered, "Mmmmmm, essence of man, delicious."

She went back to just licking my penis and balls. I was still hard, and she intended to keep me that way.

After a few minutes she stopped and looked up at me. "I have an idea," she said, "Let me ring for Susan, and have her join us. She is the best little ass licker that I've ever had, and I know she would love to play, too." Lynda picked up the phone beside her bed, and pushed the button that rang the maid's room. 

Susan must have picked up right away. Lynda asked her if she would join us in the master bedroom. She took for granted that the answer was "yes." Before she hung up, she told Susan to wear something sexy when she came upstairs. Lynda then hung up the phone and crawled up next to me on the bed. "You will love Susan," she said. "We often play together or share a man or another woman." 

I could tell she was excited at the prospect, and anticipation of the sexual thrills to come. 

She was kissing me and pressing into my body, when there was a knock at the door. "Come in, Susan," she said, and went back to her kiss. 

After we broke the kiss, I looked over at Susan. She was standing quietly beside the bed. Her appearance was enough to give a corpse a hard-on. The only thing she wore was a sheer, purple, set of baby-dolls with black lace trim, and nothing else. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders, and mid-way down her back. Her breasts stood high and proud, each capped with a stiff nipple that stuck out a half inch from the mounds of flesh. 

Lynda looked over at her and said, "Oh, Susan, you look absolutely scrumptious. Wouldn't you join us on the bed? What do you think of my latest lover?"

"He is delightfully handsome, madam," she said. "And so muscular. He looks strong enough to stand up to us all night long."

"Yes, he appears to have a great deal of stamina in that department," Lynda said, "I have already sucked him dry and still he is ready for more." She lifted my still erect penis to emphasize her statement. "Would you like him to lick your pussy and get you off?"

"Oh yes, thank you ,Ma'am. I was hoping you would let him do that."

"That would be fine, Susan, you go right ahead and enjoy yourself. Later though, I want you to lick his asshole, while he is fucking my vagina." 

"Oh I love to tongue fuck a man's asshole, almost as much as I love being fucked up my own ass." 

Lynda smiled, "Maybe that can be taken care of, too." A plan was forming inside her head as she spoke. 

Both of these women were talking about me as if I were not even there. They were discussing doing this to me, or that to me, without so much as a by-your-leave to me. I was not too sure if I liked this style of dominating attitude or not, but I decided to go along, with it, at least for now.

Susan straddled my face and lowered her dripping vagina over my face. I tilted my head back slightly and started licking the soft pink lips. 

"Ah," she moaned, and lowered herself just a little more. "Can I suck him just a little, Madam? I promise not to let him cum."

"Well, alright," Lynda replied, "just be very careful. He looks like he is very close, and I don't want him used up before we have finished using him."

Once again, I felt as though I was no more than a sexual toy for these two women, and whether or not I got any pleasure out of it mattered little to them. 

Lynda lay beside the two of us, and played with herself, as she watched Susan and me.

After I had brought Susan to several climaxes, Lynda said, "OK, that's enough of that, Susan. Now I want you to really rim out his asshole deep." 

I turned onto my tummy, and Susan took a position between my out stretched legs. She placed a pillow under my hips, to raise my butt just a little. Then she pulled my ass cheeks apart, and started licking up and down the crack of my ass.

Lynda was watching the live performance, and fingering herself intensely. She brought herself to climax after climax, watching Susan dip her tongue deep inside of my asshole.

After that, Lynda sat up in bed, and reached into her nightstand drawer, pulling out a strap-on, and a jar of KY jelly. Then she put the strap-on device around her hips, and cinched the belt. She reached into the jar of KY jelly, and spread the gook over the tip of the rubber cock. 

I was feeling a minute of panic, because at this point, I wasn't sure if the strap-on was meant for Susan, or for me. I breathed a sigh of relief when she came around behind Susan, and smeared a generous gob of the jelly over Susan's pussy. Then she got up on her knees behind Susan, and pressed forward with the rubber penis. It must have increased her pleasure considerably, because as soon as she was penetrated, she started really licking and sucking at my bum-hole.

I was dizzy with pleasure ,feeling Susan's mouth and tongue push deeper and deeper into me. I was beside myself with pure lust when the tip of her tongue reached my prostate gland. Never in my life has a woman or girl done this for me. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, and Susan reached under me, and forming her fourth finger and thumb into a ring she clamped them tight around the base of my shaft. She stopped and told Lynda that I was ready as I would ever be.

Lynda then tore off the strap-on and lay on her back with her legs spread. "Oh yeah, come to me Gerry, come to me and cum into me!" She stretched her arms out to me in open invitation as I straddled her body. 

Susan still held her tight ring around my cock and I pushed my aching hard-on into Lynda's wet vagina. The three of us were in a complete state of animal lust as I started moving in Lynda's pussy. 

Susan let go of my cock and she disappeared from my line of vision for a few seconds, then I felt her fingers smearing the jelly into my bum-hole. I was so lost in my own world of pleasure that at first I was only confused about what was about to happen. Lynda's legs wrapped around my own legs and locked me tight. Then she hugged my tightly in her arms, holding me in their grip like a vise. Then finally I felt Susan spread the cheeks of my ass and start to penetrate, not with her tongue or fingers, but with the hard rubber cock. 

At first it hurt me, when it pushed into my ass hole. After a while, though, the discomfort was replaced with a deep strange sort of pleasure. I could feel Susan's breasts pushing against my back, and at the same time Lynda's breasts pushing up into my chest. 

For the two of them, I was little more than a conduit, to transfer to each their weird lust. I would be lying if I didn't admit that I was also enjoying a great amount of pleasure. 

The three of us fucked on endlessly. It was amazing, even to me, just how long my strength lasted. Lynda and Susan both climaxed several times, and still I could continue, without slowing down. Finally I climaxed myself, sending what seemed like gallons of cum into Lynda's pussy.

Eventually, the three of us collapsed on the bed, totally satisfied, and completely spent. The satin sheets were soaked with our perspiration and our cum. But for the moment, we were too exhausted to move. 

After a few minutes, we caught our breath and disengaged from each other. They each lay with their heads on my chest, cooing to me, "Oh, Gerry, what a wonderful lover you are. We've never had a guy that could last and last like you." 

After about a half hour, Lynda raised her head and said, "We are all sticky from making love. Let's go down to the pool and have a midnight swim."

Looking at them both, I said, "But I don't have a bathing suit." 

Both women got out of bed and looked down at me, laughing at the stupidity of my last statement. Still laughing, they each grabbed an arm and pulled me out of the bed. 

The water was nice and refreshing. I felt like a new man, ready to go all over again, when I came up out of the pool. I walked over and uncovered the Jacuzzi, and climbed, in letting the tiny bubbles and jets massage my body. Lynda told Susan to make us three drinks, and then join us in the whirl pool. Lynda ordered her usual, and I asked for a gin and tonic water. While Lynda climbed into the Jacuzzi, Susan skipped off into the house to make our drinks. 

It took Susan several minutes to return, and when she did Lynda asked her what had taken so long. 

After serving the drinks, Susan told her that she had also put fresh sheets on the bed. 

We sat in the Jacuzzi, enjoying our drinks and the relaxing effect of the bubbling water for over an hour. All this time I was touching, and being touched in the most intimate of places.

In about an hour and a half, we dried off with big thick towels and returned to the bedroom.

I got very little sleep that night, since both women seemed insatiable and wanted to make love all night long. 

It was well after first light, when they finally let me sleep, with the both of them holding me in their arms. 

It was late in the afternoon when I finally awoke after the most spectacular night of my life. 

Both women were gone, so after a few minutes of just laying there enjoying the luxurious comforts of the bed, I reluctantly got up. I put on the bath robe from the night before and went downstairs. 

At the bottom of the staircase, I was greeted by Susan. She was back in her maid uniform and greeted me prim and proper. "Good afternoon, sir," she said. 

I smiled at her and asked her not to call me sir, since my station in life was no higher than her own. 

She told me that calling each other by first names would be fine when it was just the two of us, but anytime that Lynda was present, it would be much better to be formal.

I shrugged and said, "Whatever," and let it drop. 

"Would you like something to eat," she asked?

I told her I would love some breakfast, if she would join me. 

I followed her into the kitchen, and and helped her set up the breakfast nook in the corner of the room. We enjoyed each other's company, and just chatted through the meal of eggs, bacon, toast, and fresh coffee.

I asked her where Lynda was.

She told me the Lynda had gone into work that morning and was not expected back for a while. 

The two of us continued chatting through our second cup of coffee, and enjoyed the afternoon. Nothing sexual, just two friends enjoying each other's company. I found out that she was twenty-three. Two years younger than me. Also, that she was alone in the world, both her parents were deceased, and she had no siblings. Lynda had taken her in, and she was both her employer and her lover. Both women enjoyed men, or other women equally. Susan was both the cook and the maid, as well as any other duties that Lynda requested her to perform, either sexual or straight. In addition to Susan, there was a full time gardener and a stable boy. Both of whom I had not seen so far. 

In a few hours Lynda came home. 

Susan reverted right back to her subservient role as a maid. She served us drinks, then once again disappeared into another part of the house.

Lynda looked very tired, so I pulled up an hassock under her legs, and massaged her feet.

She was moaning with pleasure, as my hands and fingers slowly took the aches and pains away. "Oh Gerry, what wonderful hands you have," she cooed. "If you keep this up, I will keep you at my beck and call, twenty-four hours a day." 

My hands must be doing the right thing by her, because I watched her mood change from very tired to relaxed and purring with delight.   

Lynda slowly pulled her skirt up, first exposing her soft creamy thighs, then she continued until her lacy panties were exposed. Her eyes were half closed and her breath was labored. She lifted her hips and pushed the undergarment down to her knees. 

I took it from there, and pulled the panties all the way down her legs and dropped them on the floor. 

She spread her knees and said, "Send me, baby. Lick and suck the cum right out of my pussy, I need that tongue of yours. Lick my clit right into space." Her hips were swirling before I even touched my mouth to her. I held her steady with my hands as I started do as she demanded. She grabbed my ears painfully, and screamed that I tongue her to climax. I started gobbling her in a frenzy. She was humping into my face. Her need controlled her now. Her fingernails dug deep; she was oblivious to the pain she was causing me. All that mattered to her now was her own selfish needs. This rich spoiled bitch only cared about her own pleasure and whatever effect it had on me was totally inconsequential. I was lapping at her clit with lightning speed and she eased off on the painful grip she had on me. At last, she worked herself into one last giant climax and she screamed out and then collapsed. 

I fell away, gasping for breath and lay there, helpless, on the carpet between her legs. 

I must have passed out or something because the next thing I became conscious of was Susan with a damp cloth, gently cleaning Lynda's sticky cum off my face. I gazed around but Lynda was gone. I looked at Susan with a question in my eyes.

"She is upstairs changing right now. You relax and try and save your energy, when she gets in this kind of mood, you are going to need every bit of your strength. From the wild look in her eyes, I think we are both in for a rough night. Susan cradled my head on her lap. This gave me the feeling of a small child, being gently comforted by his mother. Susan said that she would try and keep Lynda from doing too much to me, but she was a woman who made her own rules about sex. 

I had regained my composure, and Susan helped me up and I had a seat in a nearby chair. 

Susan told me that last night Lynda was in one of her more gentle moods where she wanted to be sweet and sexy. Tonight, her mood seemed to be more aggressive and that was when she got off on causing her lovers physical pain. She usually didn't do any permanent damage, just a little slapping around, and maybe some light flogging. 

"Well, I'm not going to stand for that," I said, "I'm getting the hell out of here."

"You mean you are going to leave stark naked?" Susan asked.

"Oh yea," I said. "Where are my clothes? I have not seen them since last night."

"That's just it," Susan said. "Lynda has them locked up. She took your robe with her upstairs too. And she has your car keys." 

"Don't worry, Gerry, it is mostly just role playing. If you go along with her, everything will be alright. You'll see baby, you may even like it. A lot of men do like being dominated by a forceful woman." While she was talking, Susan started touching me in a very sexual way. I was a little bit bewildered, and I didn't notice the pinprick in my arm, while her fingers probed in the most intimate ways.

When I first became aware, I was in a different room. I was in a large four poster bed with my arms and legs stretched and tied to each post. The room was spinning and everything was just a blur around me. While I was trying to clear my head, I heard a hash voice scream at me. 




A Lady Named Lynda



"Wake up, wake up, you little shit." I felt a hand slap me across my face. The blow was painful, but it did start to clear my head. Standing over me were two women. Lynda and Susan. Lynda was dressed in a black leather corset. The garment lifted her breasts, but they were fully exposed. She also wore black leather spike heel boots that came to her knees, and long black formal gloves. Like her breasts, Lynda's shaved pussy was also exposed. Again she slapped my face with a stinging blow. She smiled at the trickle of blood that flowed from the corner of my mouth. 

Susan,also smiling, stood beside her. She was dressed in a black sheer negligee. 

Both women had a cruel smile on their faces as they looked down at my helpless form. 

Lynda said to Susan, "Why don't you play with him orally, while I amuse myself in other ways?" 

Susan sunk to her knees beside me and took me into her warm moist mouth, sucking and licking me into a frenzy of pleasure.

Lynda walked around to the other side of the bed, and picked up a riding crop from the dresser top. "You know," she told me, "the Marquis De Sade used to have his victims kiss the whip before he started to torture them. Why don't you kiss my whip, before we begin?" 

She put the tip of her whip over my lips. I turned my head away, and spit at her.

"Oh my, I think I told you that I always get what I want. So let me put it another way. Right now, you are completely at my mercy. If you fail to do exactly as I tell you, your punishment will go all the harder. So," she screamed, kiss the whip, you little shit, or I'll have you begging to kiss it, before I'm through with you!"

Once more she brought the tip to my lips, and I kissed it. She giggled and raised the whip. Then brought it down hard on my right nipple.

I screamed with the shock of the pain. It was more intense than I thought possible.

At the sound of my scream, Susan sucked my cock with more vigor. I could feel from her actions that she was enjoying my screams of pain, as much as Lynda enjoyed delivering the whip strikes. 

Lynda struck me with blow after blow with her riding crop. Gradually the pain stopped being so intense, and the pleasure of my cock being sucked came more to forefront of my feelings. 

Susan was a true artist when it came to giving oral pleasure. She could bring me right to the heights of sexual bliss, without ever allowing me to climax. It was the sweetest pleasure/torture I think that I've ever felt.

I was discovering something about my personality I never knew was there: I enjoyed being tortured. I was a masochist. I enjoyed my own pain, and humiliation.

I lost track of how many times Lynda struck me with her whip. Suddenly, she dropped the riding crop, and climbed up on the bed, straddling my face. "SEND ME, BABY!" she demanded. "EAT MY PUSSY LIKE A STARVING PIG, YOU BASTARD!" she screamed. She grabbed my ears pulling my face into her. She started bouncing up and down on my face, impatient for me to start licking her. 

I stuck out my tongue and started licking her with long deep strokes. Playing close attention to her clit that was sticking out of her pussy lips a good half inch. 

"FASTER," she yelled, "LICK ME FASTER!"

I picked up my pace and moved my tongue as fast as I could across her sensitive clitoris.

"Ah, oh yeah, baby, just like that," she sighed, "just like that, keep it going. Oh God, don't ever stop!" 

Susan stopped sucking my penis and moved up behind Lynda's back. She pushed Lynda forward and began licking Lynda's asshole. 

Lynda went wild with the double oral assault, and was cooing with pleasure. She started squirting her nectar into my mouth, like someone turned on a tap. I had to swallow just as fast as I could, to keep from drowning. Lynda relaxed her grip on my ears, and I started sucking and licking her clit just as fast as I could. This action sent even more waves of pleasure through Lynda's body. 

After she had climaxed four or five times, she called enough, and slid down beside me. While Susan lay on the other side of my still restrained body.

Both women had calmed down, and their hands started to caress all over my body, while at the same time they nuzzled under my chin, and kissed and licked my throat and neck.

I was still hard, and Lynda was stroking my shaft, while Susan tickled my balls.

Lynda told me the two of them had been looking for a handsome young man that enjoyed a little pain along with wild sex. 

I told them that it was a side of myself that I never knew existed until this day. I did, for some unknown reason, enjoy the way that both of them had abused me, and the sex was great. 

Lynda smiled and pushed in just a little closer to my body. "Oh, I'm so glad that you feel this way, Gerry. You are a very rare find of a man. Most of the men that we have played with, screamed their heads off about it. A couple even tried to complain to the police, not that it did them any good, You see, my family and I own the police in this town." 

Lynda turned to Susan and asked her, "Would you like Gerry to lick your pussy to climax?"

Susan squealed with joy, "Oh yes, thank you Ma'am, I was hoping I would get to feel his tongue on me tonight!" 

"That will be alright, Susan," Lynda said, "I think I'm going to enjoy seeing him lick your pussy. Then I think I'll fuck his big, hard, cock. That will be later, though. Right now, you ride his tongue."

Susan squealed like a small child given unrestricted access to the cookie jar. She straddled my face ,looking towards my feet, and lowered herself over my mouth. She swayed back and forth happily as my tongue went to work on her pussy.

Lynda looked on, and I could tell from her heavy breathing that she was becoming aroused by the show. She put three fingers in her own pussy, and started grinding her hips against my upper thigh. Lynda continued to masturbate herself in this way until she had climaxed two or three more times. 

In the meantime I brought Susan to climax after climax, with my oral skills. Every time Susan peaked, she would give a little squeal of delight, and shower me with her juices. Both women tasted marvelous, so I didn't mind a bit.

After this had gone on for over half an hour, Lynda straddled my hips, and lowered herself onto my long, hard, cock. Her warm wet pussy felt marvelous around my penis and I started humping myself up and into her womb. 

All three of us were in a frenzy of lust. 

Susan bent forward and took Lynda's nipple into her mouth, and started sucking and licking on it. She reached up and toyed with one nipple, while sucking the other. She kept switching back and forth between each of Lynda's nipples.

Lynda hissed her pleasure at Susan's attentions. Lynda reached out and caressed Susan's nipples as well so that all three of us were giving, and getting, pleasure from each others' attentions. 

Laying on my back as it was, I could hold back my climax until each woman was content and, for the moment, satisfied. Then, and only then, did I explode inside of Lynda's pussy, sending what seemed like a gallon of cum up into Lynda's fuck channel.

At last, totally spent, both women rolled off me. They lay there cuddling me for several minutes afterwards. "Oh Gerry, you are a wonderful lover," Susan said, and Lynda agreed. "I hope that you will forgive us for our S&M play earlier," she said.

"Of course I do," I told them both. "At first I wasn't too sure about it, but once I got into it, well, it was the most exciting sex that I have ever tried." 

"Oh we are so glad that you feel that way," Lynda said. "You did a great job of giving pleasure, and I hope that it was pleasurable to you as well."

"Oh yes, it was great for me too," I said. "Right now, though, I'm starving. If you expect me to keep this up all night, you will have to feed me, and could you please untie me, I'm starting to get a little cramped like this." 

"Oh sure," they said, and started to loosen the ropes that held my arms and legs.

Once I was loose, I rubbed the circulation back into my limbs. "Well, what is for dinner/" I asked.

"I know," said Susan. "Let's order a pizza. I know the delivery guy is really cute, and I can suck him off, and fuck him, right in the den, while the two of you watch." 

"That would be heavenly," said Lynda, "I know that you can put on a really exciting sex show when you have a nice young man to play with." 

"Well that sounds fine to me," I said. "If we are going to have someone else here though, I'll need my clothEs. I can hardly be sitting here naked when he first comes to the door."

"Yes, you are right," said Lynda, "I think I'd better put on a robe myself; not you though, Susan; if you are the one to seduce this pizza delivery guy, that sheer negligee is just the thing for you to wear."

"Would you mind getting Gerry's clothEs and my black silk robe from my room? In the meantime, I'll order the pizza boy, or I better say that I want a pizza, too, along with the pizza boy," she giggled. 

"Oh yes, Ma'am," Susan said, and bounced up off the bed and out the door. 

I had to smile at her little-girl attitude and her happy-go-lucky ways. 

When Lynda called for the pizza, they said it would be about twenty minutes, and Lynda hung up the phone. 

Susan came back with our clothes, and we got dressed, and went downstairs to the den. We were just making small talk to pass the time, but it was obvious to Lynda and I that Susan was bubbling over with anticipation of her plans for this young delivery boy. 

After about a twentyfive to thirty minutes, the doorbell rang ,and Susan, after checking herself over in the mirror, answered it. When she opened the door the delivery boy's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He stood there with his mouth open. 

"Oh my, you are a cute one," Susan said with a seductive smile. She took him by the arm and led him into the den. She made sure that her large breasts rubbed against his arm while she walking with him. 

As soon as they entered the dens Susan said to Lynda, "Isn't he the cutest thing?"

Lynda just nodded her head and licked her lips in a sexy gesture, making it obvious that she was looking straight at his crotch.

"What's your name?" Susan asked, while she continued to press her breast into his upper arm. 

He stood there in a daze for a few seconds before answering. "Peter," he said, "my name is Peter." 

"And how old are you Peter?" Lynda asked.

"I'm almost twenty," he replied, still in a bit of a confused daze. 

He was a couple of inches taller than Susan, and she had to stand on tip-toes to kiss him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her lips. While she was locked in the kiss, she reached down and pressed the palm of her soft hand into his crotch and moved it sensually around over his hardening cock. 

"Oh God," he gasped, and wrapped his arms around her soft body, pulling her into him. 

Susan knew that she had him now. He was like soft clay in the hands of a sculptor. She pressed her hips into his and started moving them in the dance of lust. 

Peter's jeans were about two sizes too small, and all three of us could see the clear outline of his growing penis. The poor guy was so bewildered, he didn't know what to do. Sweat was pouring off his forehead, and he looked at Lynda and me watching from the couch. His face was cherry red with embarrassment.

Susan dropped to her knees in front of Peter, and really started to feel him up. Susan reached for his belt and unhitched it. Next she took his zipper and pulled the tab down. She had to really tug at his jeans to get them down as far as his knees, along with his briefs. When Peter's penis came into full view Susan cried with joy, "Look Lynda, how big and thick he is." She moved her head aside so that Lynda would have a clear view. 

"Oh my," Lynda said, "he must be over ten inches long, and six to seven inches around. He looks so big, do you think you can get him into your mouth, or that tight little pussy of yours."

"I'm not sure," Susan smiled, "I know that I'm going to really enjoy trying."

"Turn him sideway to us Susan, then we can all enjoy the show," I said.

Susan did as she was asked, even over Peter's protest.

Peter's cock was as straight as an arrow. Susan stretched her lips around the head, and slowly started working it farther in, while she licked and sucked on him. Each time she backed off and plunged forward, she took a little more of him into her mouth, until she worked her way all the way down to the base. 

Lynda and I looked on in amazement. Peter's cock was so long and it didn't appear to have any end in it. It would seem logical that every time she went right to the base of his cock, the head would have broken through the back of her skull. 

I knew from my own personal experience, that Susan was an expert cock sucker. Lynda was good, but her skill level was nowhere near the level of Susan.

Peter was shaking so bad from his sexual bliss, he had to grab hold of the chair to keep from falling on his face. His head was back, and he was whimpering with pleasures he never knew existed before this. 

Susan would hold him right at the very edge of the cliff's edge and never bring him to climax. She looked up into Peter's face watching his eyes flutter and his body shiver from the sweet torture she was putting him through. She loved to control a man in this way. Soon the poor guy would be begging Susan to let him cum. 

Both Lynda and I were becoming very aroused watching Susan's exhibition of lust. Lynda unzipped me, and pulled out my cock. It had grown huge again, watching Susan's show. Lynda took me into her wet mouth, She enjoyed the salty taste of both mine and her own cum that was still there, from our intercourse less than an hour earlier. At the same time, we arranged ourselves so that we could both watch Susan sucking Peter off. 

Susan really had it going now. She stopped teasing and started sucking Peter in earnest. Now she was through toying with him, She knew Peter had a big load of cum in him and she was determined to get every drop for herself.

Poor Peter grabbed the back of Susan's head and started fucking her mouth in a fury. There was nothing on this earth that was going to stop him now. He didn't care if he killed her. He was ramming his cock down her throat in break-neck speed. 

Susan loved every bit of Peter's reaction. She was a woman that loved rough sex and he was giving her just that. Suddenly, she stopped sucking him and spit his cock out of her mouth. She yelled at him, "Wait, I want to feel you inside of my pussy, Stud. Let me lay here on the rug and you can fuck my brains out." Susan fell on her back and pulled up the negligee exposing her dripping pussy. "Here it is, my beautiful young stallion, Ram that cock of yours home. Fuck me long and hard, Stud, or you'll be a gelding by the time you leave this house."

Peter got down between Susan's legs and she guided his cock into her wet pussy. As soon as he was inside of her she wrapped her legs around his thighs and dug her finger nails into his butt cheeks. At first he was moving too slow for her. She dug her nails deeper into his ass, like spurs into a horse',s flanks, and screamed at him. "Faster you son of a bitch, if you want to leave here with your balls still in place!" 

Peter responded by picking up his pace. He moved his hips just as fast as he could and pushed deep and hard with each stroke. 

"Oh yeah, baby, just like that, fuck the living shit out of me!" Susan was squealing with delight now. She was moving with him stroke for stroke. "You really know how to please a woman now, all you needed was a little inspiration," she laughed.

All the while the two of them were fucking, Lynda and I was busy doing a sixty nine on each other. Lynda was bobbing her head up and down on my cock shaft, while at the same time I was gobbling her like a starving man in the desert. Lynda came twice and I could feel the cum boiling in my ball sack. 

Finally Peter and Susan exploded into each other, and now lay exhausted in each other's arms. 

Lynda had one final climax and I was not far behind her. 

Now all four of us lay on the den carpet gasping for breath. It took us all a little time to regain our composure. Peter was the first to recover; he sat up and started to get his trousers back on. He got up on his feet and while he was still hitching up his belt, he walked to the door. 

"Wait, Peter," Susan said. "Wouldn't you like to stay a little longer. I'm sure Lynda wants to get to know you, too."

"I don't think so," he said, "I have to get going."

"Well, why don't you come back later, then?" Susan coached. "It doesn't matter if it is late. We will all be up for hours tonight."

"Well, maybe later," he said, "I got to get back to work." He grabbled the door handle and almost tripped over himself getting out of there. He slammed the door behind him and was gone. 

All three of up broke up laughing. "The the poor guy," Lynda snickered, "he probably thinks he was lucky to get away before Susan cut his balls off." 

I was still laughing, when I said, "He never even stopped to get the money for his pizza."

"OH" Lynda said, "and I was planning to give him a great tip, too."

"Do you think I should call the pizza place and have him come back for his money?"

"No don't worry about it," Lynda said, " I don't think you could get him back here if you sent a team of horses to drag him back."

"Well," I said, "I'm still starving lets dig into this pizza while it's still warm."

We all grabbed a piece and enjoyed.

***********************

The next morning was Sunday, and I slept late. I was having the strangest dream. I dreamed I was having an orgasm. It was a wonderful warm and wet feeling in my cock. It felt like it was in a vacuum cleaner. Along with the warm and wet feeling, something was sucking on me persistently. Reluctantly my eyes fluttered open. I looked down, and I saw the top of Susan's head bobbing up and down in my lap. I looked over beside me, and Lynda was smiling up at me and her hand was over her pussy masturbating herself while watching Susan. 

She spoke up, "You don't have to worry about waking him up now, Susan, he is already wide awake."

"Wow!" I said. "What a beautiful way to wake up, Is there any thing I can do to please you two ladies?"

Susan didn't respond to my question, and just kept right on sucking me off.

Lynda had an idea of her own. "Why don't you bend over here, Gerry, and you can eat my pussy, and then I can lick Susan off. You know, like we did yesterday. That way no one gets left out of the action."

We all did as Lynda suggested, and it didn't take long before we were all enjoying receiving and giving oral sex.

It was not long before the two women had enjoyed several climaxes, and at last, I blasted my cum into Susan's eager mouth.

After we rested a bit, and caught our breath, I asked if we could go out on the patio, and have a dip in the pool. 

"Great idea," said Lynda, "lets go." 

We got up and headed out to the pool, all three of us still naked.

The water was so nice and cool after our love play in Lynda's bed. We swam around a bit and just enjoyed the warm sunny day. 

Both Lynda and Susan had beautiful tans and I noticed that there was no mark on their tanned bodies to indicate they wore bathing suits while out in the sun.

After bathing, and just laying around in the sun for an hour or two, Lynda asked if we would like to take a horse back ride, to exercise the horses. 

I reminded Lynda that I had no clothes that were suitable for riding. 

"Don't you worry about that," she said, "I keep extra riding clothes for guests in the house."

We all went into the house to change. 

Lynda gave me a pair of jeans, boots, and a comfortable shirt, from one of the guest rooms.