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Fun Times Ch. 01

By: sirkinkenstein



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After graduating college and with nothing else to do, I decided to rent a room in a house owned by a family friend. Mrs. Jones lived by the ocean, so it would hopefully make for a relaxing summer. 

I took the bus in to town, and then was able to walk to her street. I was pretty amazed to find that she lived in such a ritzy neighbourhood. All the houses were new and quite large. Shining cars were on almost every drive way. Carrying my duffle down the street, I soon found her house. It was a two story with a large front yard and large windows across the front. I walked up her front walkway and knocked and rang the doorbell. 

I'd never actually met Mrs. Jones, and so my jaw dropped when she opened the door. She was about 35 with wavy brown hair. She was wearing a tight, black blazer that revealed the wispy black lace of her bra and some great cleavage. I smiled at her and knew that I was going to enjoy it here.

"Oh David! I didn't think you'd arrive until later this afternoon. As luck would have it, I'm just about to run out and do some errands. I'll show you around first, though." She said, smiling at me through her red lipstick. I followed the clicking of her black stiletto heels as she pointed things out to me. 

"There's the tv...use it whenever you want" It was a nice, new flat screen with a leather sectional sofa in front of it. "There's a few videos you might like as well" She said, winking at me before heading upstairs. I began to wonder what that meant, but was distracted as I watched her short skirt reveal the gartered tops of her stockings as she went ahead of me, feeling myself harden slightly. 

"Your room is here, on the left" she said, opening a door. Inside was double bed, a desk, an a view of a backyard with a pool. "The bathroom's down the hall, and my room is the door just past it. Now, I've got to run, but I'll see you in a bit" she continued, waving goodbye to me as I set my duffle bag on the bed. 

I decided that the best idea would be to take a shower now, so I got undressed and found some towels stacked neatly on the dresser. In the bathroom, I shaved and brushed my teeth before stepping into the shower, rubbing my cock in the warm water and thinking about how hot Mrs. Jones was. She really had a nice set of tits! 

I was still thinking about them as I walked back to my room with the towel wrapped around my waist. Then, I happened to look down at the laundry basket sitting on the top of the stairs. Right on top was a pair of silky, white panties. Picking them up, I put them to my face and smelled her scent. Mmm. This started to get my really hard, so I went back into my room, holding the panties. I knew she probably wouldn't be home for a little bit, so I lay down on the bed naked and began to stroke myself with the smooth fabric, thinking of what Mrs. Jones looked like naked. I closed my eyes and let the panties slide up and down my hard cock, moaning slightly as I felt myself get closer to cumming. 

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Jones said. I opened my eyes, and saw her leaning against the door frame to my room, watching me. 

"uh...." I didn't have a reply.

"Is that my underwear?" She asked, walking over to me. 

"It is...I'm really sorry...."

"Is this anyway for a houseguest to behave?"

"I'll make it up to you..." I stammered.

"And how are you going to do that?" she said, putting her hands on the footboard of the bed and leaning over. It gave me a great view of her rack, and I gave my cock a few more strokes. 

"I'll...I'll..." I was so nervous and aroused.

"You'll what?" she said. 

"I'll do anything you want"

"Oh?" she said, standing up straight and putting a long, manicured fingernail to her mouth. "I think I'll have some fun with you." 

Then she crawled up onto the bed as I watched her, grabbing my hands and holding them up the headboard. "Hold still" She said, as she reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a couple of pairs of hand cuffs. She put one on each of my wrists, then rubbed her tits against me as she slide down my body to do the same to my ankles. I was spread-eagled on the bed with the panties still on my hard dick. 

Standing beside the bed, she began to unbutton her blazer.

"tsk, tsk, playing with my panties...you are a naughty boy" She said, making her lips go pouty. I nodded my head, watching as she dropped the jacket to the floor and revealed her huge tits, held up by a black, lacy bra. She kept looking at me as she unzipped the back of her skirt, bending over to pull it off. Standing up, I realized that she wasn't wearing any underwear, only a garter to hold up her thigh-highs. Her pussy was smooth and shaved. As I watched her, I wished I could have put a hand on my throbbing cock. Then she undid the front clasp of her bra and pulled it off, revealing her big, hard nipples. She smiled as I moaned, then came to lie on the bed next to me. Her stiletto heels knocked against the headboard as she propped herself up on one elbow, her face level with my cock. 

"So you like my panties, do you?" She asked, wrapping one of her hands around my panty-covered and very hard dick. 

"uh...yeah...I do" I said. 

"well then...maybe you'll get to wear them someday then...." Now she was slowly stroking my dick with one hand and playing with her nipples with the other. All I could do was thrust my hips a bit. From my position, I had a perfect view of it, and her....

"oh you like looking at my pussy, do you?" Mrs. Jones said as she took her hand from her tits to rub herself. My handcuffs mixed with the sound of her heels against the headboard.

"Well maybe you'd like a closer look?" I nodded, and she squatted over my head, facing down to my feet and with a hand on my chest. Her womanly smell was overwhelming. I stuck my tongue out trying to taste it, to feel her wetness. She moaned and lowered herself onto my face so that I could lick her. With my cock throbbing, I lapped up and down Mrs. Jones' pussy, wanting nothing more than to please her. After a few minutes, I think I did as she began to moan, and started moving her hips up and down. Then finally, she clenched up and collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. I smiled, licking her juices from around my mouth.

"mmm very good David" she said to me, her face flushed. Then she reached out and grabbed my balls, pulling on them. "I bet you'd like to get off now, wouldn't you? To blow your little load in those silky panties?" I nodded at her again. "yes, mam."

"Well...you're going to have to be extra nice to me then, aren't you?" She said, pulling the panties off my dick and moving in close to give the tip a quick lick. I moaned.

"mmm yes I will, Mrs. Jones"

"And you'll be a nice little houseguest and do everything I say?" she was looking up at me as her tongue lightly licked my cock.

"Oh yes Mrs. Jones!" I called out, in absolute pleasure and dying to cum. 

"Well....I'm not sure I believe you...." She was now just lightly stroking my cock with her fingernails.

"oooommmmm....I promise! I'll be a good houseguest...ooo!"

"Then there's someone I'd like you to meet...wait right here....not that you have any other choice!" she said, leaving the room with her round ass swaying. I heard her walk down the hall, her heels clicking on the floor, and pick up the phone, then talk for only a minute or two. A few moments later, I heard her talking down stairs with another female voice. I only hoped that it was me that was the reason for their excited voices. Soon they came up the stairs, Mrs. Jones tits bounced into the room, followed by a girl who looked to be about twenty. This new girl had her hair in a blonde ponytail and was wearing a tight white t-shirt, through which her hard nipples stuck out, and pair of pink hot pants. 

"Candy, I'd like you to meet Dave. Dave, this is our neighbour Candy." 

Candy giggled as she saw me, putting her hand to her mouth. She didn't seem the least bit fazed by the situation, though.

"hi" I said, my cock hardening anew as I looked at Candy's hot body.

"Dave, I was telling Candy about how you liked my panties, and we were wondering if maybe you could show us what you were doing earlier....I'll uncuff you, of course" Mrs. Jones said, tweaking one of her nipples.

"uh..okay" I replied. I didn't really see how I had a choice.

"oh goody!" Candy said in a girly voice. I saw that her hands were lifting her shirt so that she could touch her smooth, tanned stomach. 

"hmm...maybe you should get him started while I find the keys for these things...." Mrs. Jones said, digging through drawers in the room. 

"oh goody!" Candy said again as she walked over to me and grabbed my balls the way Mrs. Jones had earlier. "You look like you have a delicious cock!"

"I try—" started to say, but was interrupted as she immediately started sucking on it. I felt myself start to cum for the second time that day until we were interrupted. 

"Here we go...that's enough, Candy" Mrs. Jones said, smacking her lightly on the ass. Candy sat on her knees at the end of the bed with a finger in her mouth, as my handcuffs were unlocked. I climbed off the bed, stretched, and rubbed my wrists. The two women were laying on the bed, draped over each other. Mrs. Jones tossed me the pair of panties. 

"Begin when you're ready" She said. I couldn't argue with that, with these two fine ladies in front of me and my cock hard, I began stroking myself. I rubbed the panties up and down my cock, slowly at first, watching the two of them feel each other up. Candy leaned back against Mrs. Jones as she pulled up her white t-shirt, revealing a perfect set of round tits with pierced nipples. This got me going faster, and I felt myself close to cumming again when Mrs. Jones interrupted me. 

"Dave" she said. "wouldn't you rather blow your load in Candy's panties?"

Candy nodded and began pulling off her pink hot pants as Mrs. Jones put a finger in her mouth. 

Then she stripped off the black lace thong she was wearing, tossing it to me. I put it up to my face and smelled it, mmm. Then I put it over my cock and began stroking again, watching as Mrs. Jones finger fucked Candy, taking time to make sure they both got to suck the juices off her fingers. 

Thinking about that hot young pussy that had been keeping that thong warm, I nearly came but was again interrupted by Mrs. Jones. 

"mmmm Dave" she said, in the midst of having her nipples sucked by Candy. "Would you rather just cum all over Candy?" At this, Candy turned around, and lay on her back on the bed, nodding at me again. 

"Sure" I said, climbing up onto the bed and straddling Candy around the stomach. With one hand, I stroked my cock and with the other, I rubbed her breast, occasionally pulling on the nipple and its piercing. She was staring right at me, licking her lips, and I think that that is what made me start cumming. I spilled hot jizz all over her face and tits, but as soon as I was finished, Mrs. Jones pushed me aside so that she could begin licking it off. 

I lay back on the bed and worked myself up to another hard on as Candy moaned and squirmed while Mrs. Jones tongue sucked every last bit of cum off her body. 

When she was finally clean, Mrs. Jones didn't waste a second before beginning to lick her pussy, now dripping. Candy was leaning back, rubbing her own tits, and nearly screaming as I saw Mrs. Jones tongue flicking in and out of her box. As I watched this, I kept jerking off. Then, with a final dramatic scream and lots of shuddering, Candy finally came. There was nothing I could do at the moment to stop myself from doing the same, and Mrs. Jones looked over with a smile on her face as my cock began spilling hot cum onto my hand.

I lay back, exhausted, and watched Candy lay on the bed, panting. A few minutes later, the two girls left, Mrs. Jones telling me that she'd see me for breakfast the next morning.

I slept well that night, dreaming of Candy.

Fun Times Ch. 01



SAM

The 10 guys were waiting on the wharf, waiting for the eight girls who had agreed to join them.

Even though the area was fairly crowded, Sam picked the girls out right away from the way they were walking in a small knot, most of them looking excited and nervous. Some looked scared.

One he knew well.

Very well.

He strained his eyes but could not tell from distance whether Carrie was wearing his engagement ring on her finger. She had promised she would, but maybe she had had second thoughts. This trip was not what most people would think appropriate for a young engaged couple to embark upon together.

John, Sam's best friend and another of the guys in the group, glanced at Sam and gave him a knowing smirk and a salacious wink.

John's family was old money and absurdly wealthy. John and Sam had both came up with the idea, but John funded it, of course.

The idea that had brought him to this situation had come into fruition eight months ago, just before Carrie and he had started dating at the beginning of their senior year in college. Their

relationship became serious, real serious real fast. John had laughed his head off at Sam when Sam told him that he and Carrie had gotten engaged.

Sam smiled as he recalled John's reaction: "You idiot!" he'd yelled, exasperated. "It's two months off, and you are bagging on our little trip for one girl?" He laughed and shook his head at me. "You shoulda waited until after we got back to propose, knucklehead!"

"Dude, you don't understand," Sam responded, grabbing the last beer from the mini fridge in John's dorm room.

"Yeah? What don't I understand? We got ourselves a fuck cruise all set up and planned, and you go and ask your girlfriend to marry you before the cruise! Unless I am missing something, that makes you an idiot."

Sam waited patiently for John's rant to come to an end. "I am not an idiot, buddy," Sam said, taking a pull from the beer. "Carrie is it, man. She's the one."

"She is super cute," John conceded, after looking at Sam for a few moments. "I am really sorry that you met her first, because is really pretty."

Sam smiled happily and drank more of his beer.

"Well, I guess I have to salute a fallen soldier," John said, raising his beer to his best friend in mock salute. "We're all going to miss you, man." He winked at him. "Open water, private beach, nearly a dozen hot, naked college girls at the beck and call. I'm sure you made the right choice here, timingwise," he concluded sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.

Sam laughed at his friend. "Are you kidding? I'm still going. I wouldn't give that up!"

John spit out his beer. "What the fuck? How are you going to pull that off?"

-- 

Sam wanted it all, and he thought that he could pull it off. So, a few weeks later, he had explained to Carrie that John and he had organized this male dream cruise for the summer on John's father's dime and that Sam wanted to go.

He owed her that much, at least; honesty with regard to this delicate situation.

"What?'' she had asked, quizzically. Her eyebrows raised in such a delightful way. She pushed her straight blonde hair out of her eyes to look at him carefully. "Oooh, that sounds hot. A cruise with the guys?"

"It is college guy's fantasy cruise, for lack of a better description. With girls too. Not just a bunch of guys," Sam stammered.

"Wait," she said, holding her hand up. "Lemme get this straight: bunch of guys, bunch of girls. So, why isn't this some kind of girl's fantasy?'' She grinned. "It's a great idea! We can have fun talking this out as we make love."

Sam blushed. "Well, I suppose it could be. There's a contract everyone has to sign. There are rules," Sam tried to explain more coherently.

She just stared at him, waiting for Sam to continue.

"Well, it's ... it's set up so ... um. So the girls are available for the guys," Sam finished lamely.

Carrie snorted. "A two week cruise with a bunch of college guys and a bunch of college girls. Don't you think they will all get some at some point?"

"Well, probably, I suppose," Sam replied, "but this isn't an ordinary cruise. For example, well," and he blushed again. "Well, the girls have to be naked whenever any of the guys want." Sam finished that quickly.

Her head came up. "What about the guys? Don't they have to be naked too?" She was frowning, trying to follow this crazy story.

"They will be, likely a lot." Sam grinned at her.

They were sitting on Sam's dorm bed, but Sam still looked down at her since she was so small. "But we, I mean, they," Carrie gave Sam an even look which he tried to ignore, ''can get dressed if they want; the girls have to be completely naked as soon as the boat sets sail and we get started."

"Hmmmm, different," Carrie purred. "I do like the way this is going, though."

Sam was gaining confidence from her interested expression and by the fact that Carrie was clearly interested. Of course, at this point she still thought that this was another scene for them to explore during their pillow talk time.

Their sex life was exciting and fun, and both were very into role-playing games involving the exchange of control. Her orgasms had been intense and often the times that Sam had taken the trouble to really set the scene.

Her favorite fantasy was imagining a summer spent working at a Rennaissance Faire, where all the girls spent their time in pushup bras and scoop-neck blouses but played hard to get for the male staff throughout the season. On the final day of the Faire, the roles changed, and the girls all became tavern wenches and served the men supper and then served themselves up as dessert. 

In her imagination, the girls start out in their busty costumes, their breasts pushed up, but as the night went on, garments disappeared until eventually all the girls were nude and an orgy erupted until everybody was satisfied.

She wiggled a little as she was sitting, trying to pretend she only needed to get more comfortable, and a thrill of excitement went through Sam as he realized that she was getting turned on. He leered at her and she blushed.

''Soooo, the girls are naked, the guys not. And what are the other rules?"

Sam swallowed and bent down so their faces were close. He looked into her eyes and she stared back. It was clear that she was getting excited. Of course, at this point, Carrie still thought this was make believe.

"There's nine guys there. Seven girls. Unless we go. Then there are ten guys and eight girls. As soon as we get out of sight of the land, or pull into some secluded cove somewhere, the girls strip, one by one. We'll get some music, and you girls can make it a striptease. As soon as each girl's panties hit the deck, or whatever item they remove last, then the party begins for her."

She reached up and pulled Sam's face down to hers. "Oooooh, sounds familiar! And HOT! And then what?" he asked huskily with lidded eyes as she gave him a passionate kiss. Carrie pulled away when Sam pushed back, trying to French kiss her.

"Why do you want to know?" Sam whispered throatily to her as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She resisted at first, playfully, but then gave a little moan and reached around his head to caress his neck as they kissed.

Carrie whined in his ear: "Come on. Tell me."

Sam pulled back. "So, what do *you* think happens?" He smiled at her and fondled her breasts through her blouse while looking into her eyes again.

She was breathing quickly. "I think that the girl picks a guy and they go have sex,'' she said, speaking quickly and blushing a bit.

Sam grinned at her. "Not quite," He said, laughing. "You're close though."

Carrie's eyes widened. "You mean they have sex right there, in front of everyone?" 

Sam grinned at her again. ''Now you're starting to get it, sweetie, but you still don't have it quite right, my dear."

"What?" she asked, impatient.

Sam suddenly rolled on top of her, trapping her down on the bed beneath him and kissing her passionately. Carrie squirmed to get away, but instead of letting her up, or stopping, Sam grabbed her wrists and held them down beside her head.

Her eyes got wide and she groaned and struggled a little, just to see that she was in fact trapped, and kissed Sam. Hard. Their tongues battled for a few moments and then he stopped kissing her and leant down to whisper into her ear.

''You are up on that stage, you've been dancing to the music, doing a striptease to everyone on the boat; there are guys watching your every move, plus me, staring at your body as you reveal yourself with lust in their eyes. The cheering gets louder, the guys' talk more explicitly the farther you go."

He paused to tease her. She was listening intently and was wriggling, both to test her bonds and because she was extremely excited.

Sam scooted down all of sudden and kissed the top of her left breast through her top. She whined in annoyance and wriggled again.

He moved back up to her face and looked at her with a grin. "Getting impatient, are we?"

Carrie gave a pretend glare, and then pleaded with her eyes that Sam continue what he had started.

He kissed her passionately again but she turned her head after a few moments. "What? What happens?"

Sam moved back to her ear and continued his whispering. "Every man there wants you. You're down to your last piece of clothing. Maybe you're in your bra; maybe you've decided to show all the guys your bush before you show them your tits." He paused for a moment. "Nah. Your ass is just too hot. You are saving that for last. You're only in your panties. You showed them your tits already, and you are saving your pussy for last."

"You wiggle around, playing with the waistband of your panties, teasing everyone. There are howls of indignation and some of the guys call out to you to show your pussy. You tease them some more, but you know you are going to do it; everyone knows you are going to show your pussy, but you hesitate, because you are nervous and because know it is driving the guys wild. You're a little scared, and very excited, because you know what it means once your take off your panties and you are naked ..."

"Because once you are naked," Sam whispered slowly in Carrie's ear. "Once you are naked ..." He paused again and she squirmed under him again. She was no long testing his hold on her, it was just excitement. "Because once you are naked, you are one of the harem slave girls at the beck and call of whatever man, or men, want from you for the next two weeks."

"Oh my God! Oooh, let me up," Carrie directed and then, "Fuck me." Those seemed to be inconsistent directions.

''And when he is done, another will want you." Sam did not let her up, and instead leaned down on top of her, trapping her to the bed again and putting his lips next to her ear. "And just like the first man, whatever the second wants from his hot little harem slave girl, he gets."

Sam leaned back a bit to kiss her but still did not allow her up. "All the girls are there for the same reason: to be naked and at the pleasure of a bunch of college studs. If you take off your last piece of clothing, you are there for the pleasure of all of us men."

"At any time, any of the guys has to crook his little finger, point to you ..." He kissed her again. "Or any other of the hot, harem girls, and as I said ... whatever he wants, he gets."

"Oh my God that his hot!" Carrie said breathlessly. "That's even better than the Renaissance Faire scene. After we make love, because you are definitely going to finish what you started here, you can tell me how you came up with this fantasy setting."

"Love to!" Sam said happily, "But there's one thing you do not yet know."

"What?" Carrie asked, looking up at him.

Sam let go of one of her wrists to free up a hand that he snaked under her top and fondled her breast.

"Mmmmmm," Carrie purred, using her newly-freed hand to pull Sam's mouth down to hers. Carrie wrapped her legs around Sam's body and pulled him into position on top of her. "This is nice, but I am so hot and bothered right now that you need to get busy, or finish this story quickly, and then get busy."

Sam released her breast and her wrist and cupped her beautiful face with his hands. He kissed her.

"The difference," he said to her, "is that this is not a story. This is real."

"Yeah, right," Carrie replied. "Are you going to finish what you started here, or what?"

Sam kissed her again. "It is for real," he reassured her.

"Whaaat?" Carrie exclaimed. "You mean, as in for real? A real boat? Really?"

"Yes, for real," Sam assured her again. "John's family is loaded for bear. Like billionaire type money. He has access to a giant sailboat that he and his brothers know how to operate, and they have a private Caribbean island resort to themselves for spring break."

They were both quiet for a few moments. Sam stroked her hair and moved it aside to reveal one perfect, pink little ear. He waited for her to respond, not rushing her. He wanted to go, badly, but not bad enough to risk his relationship with this wonderful, sexy woman.

"I had a chance to experience something similar," Carrie said seriously, "before I met you." She gave a small smile at Sam's shocked expression and touched his face gently. "I backed out at the last minute, and I often regret missing the opportunity."

"Really?" Sam choked.

"Yes, really," Carrie answered. "I am glad I called off that particular situation, but I do often wonder what I missed out on."

She looked away, briefly, and then back to Sam. "So honey, if you want to go, you can, but only if you can handle watching me do my part as a harem girl so I can live out my fantasy."

"Ah," Sam said, unintelligently. He was surprised and needed to buy some time. He had not expected her to take to the idea so quickly nor to want to go herself and doubt bloomed in mind, but then he made the mistake at looking down at her hand and his engagement ring on her finger.

When he saw her hand, an image of his fiancée being fucked or on her knees made to pleasure some guy flashed through his brain. "Would you wear your ring?"

For some reason, the sight of the engagement ring on the finger of her hand, stroking the dick in her mouth filled his head with roaring lust. The image of some faceless man making Carrie pleasure him while she wore his engagement ring was dangerously erotic.

In his mind, he already saw her on her hands and knees, partially concealed by the large man taking his pleasure vigorously thrusting his cock into her from behind. Her head was bobbing up and down on the penis of the second man slouched in the chair in front of her, his legs obscenely splayed on either side of her to give her better access to his cock, one hand behind her head guiding her movements to his pleasure, his back arched against an impending orgasm, his hand tightening in her hair to make sure she could not twist away or avoid the cum about to erupt into her mouth.

Sam must have had an odd look on his face.

She glanced over at her hand. "Maybe,'' she smiled, "if it turns you on I will.'' She looked at Sam and saw the lust in his eyes. "Maybe it would make the guys even hotter, fucking me with that ring, knowing I am marrying you, another man on the boat?" she teased.

"Yes!" Sam groaned, grinding into her and kissing her again passionately, with all thought of talking her out of going temporarily driven from his mind. The idea of his girl, his fiancée, being treated as a whore by all the guys was suddenly turning him on even more than the thought of having all the girls at his disposal.

Carrie was still talking. "I think it would be exciting to be a harem girl, and to have to, have to, do whatever the guys want, just like in my fantasy."

"Wait a minute," Sam said, his brain clearing a little bit. "You understand what this means. I mean, I want to go, and I think it'll be seriously hot to have my girl on that boat, but all the girls are going to fucking and blowing the guys every day. Are you up to that? Because they are not going to give you any warning when, you know, they are about to explode."

She looked up at me. "I have not let you cum in my mouth yet, Sam, because I think it is the ultimate act of submission by a woman to a man."

"Oh, I agree," he said breathlessly. "The feeling of your lips and mouth on my cock as I approach orgasm, and not letting you off the end of my cock, and ..."

"I was saving this last submission to you for our wedding day," Carrie interrupted, her face bright. "I wanted to do it, but I wanted also to give you a surprise gift on our wedding night."

She laughed again with delight at Sam's ecstatic expression.

"So," she purred, pulling his ear down to her mouth. She sucked his earlobe, which he always loved, and then whispered, "You like it when we play, don't you? Usually you like to control me, and make me do things you want, but sometimes you like for me to be in control, don't you?" she chuckled throatily.

Sam moaned and nodded his head into her shoulder, not trusting his voice.

"So ... I've already agreed to be a harem girl slut to all you guys, but is that ALL you want?" He could sense her grinning. "Maybe you want more ..."

"Yes ..." Sam panted.

"The delicious humiliation of your girl servicing all those studs turns you on, doesn't it, baby?" she murmured into his ear. "Only a few of the guys know that it is your fiancée that they've all been using. To the others, I'm just another of the harem girls, to be fucked and made to suck cock and play with the other girls, but to those two or three maybe who know you I am, and that I am your girl, to them using me might be just that much more ... I don't know ... Hot? Empowering?"

"Ahhhhh, yes," Sam groaned, "I might be really strange, but knowing that they fucked you, having John and whoever else who knows tell me that you are a great lay ... that will be really exciting. But for right now, you are still mine and I am going to enjoy you myself."

Sam stood up, and pulled Carrie to her feet as well. "Strip!" he commanded. She giggled and wriggled out of her top as Sam reached under her skirt and pulled her thong panties down. As she shucked off her skirt, Sam unbuckled his pants and shoved her backwards.

She gave a startled squeak as she tumbled back onto the bed and Sam dove on top of her, got between her quickly parting legs and prepared to mount her.

She reached down with her left hand and grasped the base of Sam's cock firmly, before he could penetrate her. She looked up at him, her blue eyes serious, "Honey, we've been faithful to one another throughout our relationship, and I am excited about this next adventure because it just about my hugest fantasy, but I'm not going to be a gangbang harem girl without you promising me that you will be able to deal with me enjoying myself being used by the guys."

"I think I will not have a problem," Sam said quickly. "The whole thing, me fucking all the girls I want, you being on the receiving end of all the guys' crazy demands ... It is so hot."

"Oh, goodie!" Carrie said happily, releasing Sam's cock and moaning in pleasure as he entered her wet pussy and bottomed out within her. "We can call it out our engagement gift to each other!"

- To be continued in Chapter 2 ...

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Fun Times Ch. 02



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When I woke up the next morning, I got dressed and walked down stairs. Mrs. Jones was there, making some breakfast. She was wearing a thong bikini, cut from black fabric and very complimentary to her body. At the back, it completely disappeared into her smooth ass.

"uh, good morning" I said when she saw me.

"mmm hello Dave...how did you sleep?" she said, smiling at me. 

"uh, very well..." 

"Good...you're going to need the rest...my neighbour Patricia needs you to help her out with some stuff today. You don't mind a little 'hard work', do you?" she said as she walked over to me. I couldn't keep my eyes off her cleavage, yet again.

"No, of course not" I felt her hand reaching for my cock...pressing against it in my jeans. It began to get hard.

"Good...I know you'll enjoy it" she said this last part as she squeezed my hard dick and giggled. "get yourself something to eat and head over. It's the house with the blue door."

I smiled and began eating some cereal, wondering what kind of work it was that I would be doing.

I walked over and knocked on the blue door, wearing my jeans and t-shirt. There was no answer, but I soon found the buzzer for an intercom and pressed that. The door clicked, and I was able to push it open. 

Inside, I found the house to be quite similar to Mrs. Jones', just a different layout. 

"Hello" I called out.

"I'm upstairs" a woman's voice responded, so up the stairs I went.

I found Patricia soon enough on the second floor, and I must say, my first view of her was quite spectacular. From behind, I saw a pair of long legs, ending in exposed ass. The red lacy skirt trying to cover it was flipped up as Patricia bent over a box.  

"uh..hi...Patricia?" I asked. 

"yes? You must be dave..." she said, standing up and turning around. She was about the same age as Mrs. Jones, and had a very similar body type. Besides the dress, she had on a black-tube top, barely able to hold in her large tits. Her hair was jet black, and she had on red lipstick, maybe the same shade Mrs. Jones wore. 

"I am" I said. "Mrs. Jones said you needed some help..." 

"I certainly do...my husband just left me, and I need to put some...equipment together" she replied, putting a finger in her mouth, and looking at me. "Mrs. Jones said you would be quite...obedient"

"Well, sure" I replied, confused at what she was getting at. 

"Well then, if you wouldn't mind putting this together, that would be great!" she said, patting my ass as we looked at the box. "I'll be back to check on you in a little bit!"

And so I spent the next half hour trying not to let my hard on get in the way as I thought about Patricia and put together an odd set of exercise equipment. The bench was too long and padded, and instead of weights, there were just some resistance straps. I sat down for a minute to take a break just as she walked in.

"mmm it looks perfect..." she said. "do you want to help me try it out?"

I said that of course I would, hoping it would get me a look at her rack. 

"Well then...how about you start by getting your clothes off, while I slip into something a bit more comfortable?" she replied, not waiting for an answer. This was probably going to be a pretty weird workout, I thought, but I wasn't going to complain. Not with a babe like that. And so I got undressed, taking off everything except my boxers, which didn't do a very good job of hiding my raging hard on. While I waited, I tried to think of a way to sit so that it wouldn't look so obvious. It was difficult, and she returned pretty quickly, and I was amazed.

On her long legs were thigh-high leather boots, heeled. She was also wearing a leather bustier that left her nipples completely exposed, and nothing else. But she also looked angry.

"Didn't I tell you be naked?" She said before I could say anything. Her hands were on her hips and she held a riding crop in one hand.

"ummm...I guess you did" I said, looking down at my boxers.

"I'll forgive you this first mistake, but from now on, obey me. Understand?" I nodded, then she told me to strip, so I pulled down my boxers and my cock sprung up.

"mm...looks good." She said.

"uh...thanks" I said, staring at her. 

"Now, Mrs. Jones said that you were going to be a perfect house guest and do everything she said, right?"

"uh, yeah" I replied.

"and did she not tell you this morning to help me out and to listen to me?" 

"umm...I suppose she did" I said, unsure of where this was going. All I could think about was how hot Patricia looked in that outfit. My cock certainly agreed. 

"Good. Then you'll help me test my new equipment. Please lay down" I did was I was told, keeping an eye on her tits. I also noticed that her pussy was shaved as smooth as Mrs. Jones. Very nice, I thought. I lay down on my back, my dick pointing straight up. Patricia climbed on top of me, straddling my stomach. I could feel the leather of her boots rubbing against my sides as I looked at her tits. I reached out to grab them, but she held my hands firmly. 

"oh no! not yet!" she said, pushing my hands down to the bench over my head. I heard a click, and they were instantly secured. So that's what those straps were for...

I started to struggle a bit, but she held me firm, and secured my legs. It reminded me a lot of the position I had been in the night before, and I hoped the outcome would be the same!

Patricia climbed off me and began pacing around the room. The heels of her boots clicked loudly on the hardwood floor.

"Now, I guess I should tell you the real reason you are here" She said, walking in circles around me. She now had the riding crop in her hands again. "Mrs. Jones said that you had been quite naughty...is that true?" 

"ummm...I guess so..."

"You guess so? What exactly were you doing?" She was standing at the foot of the bench, looking down at me, with her arms crossed. 

"I...she caught me playing with myself." I said

"Just playing with yourself?" she asked sternly.

"um...no...I was also playing with a pair of her panties..."

"Oh you are a bad boy, aren't you?" She asked, touching just below my balls with the tip of her crop.

"I told Mrs. Jones that I was sorry!" I pleaded. 

"Well sorry doesn't cut it. You're going to have to learn how to behave!" She said, running the tip of the crop from the base of my cock to the tip. "Now, I am going to untie you, and then we will go into the bedroom and I will give you exactly ten minutes to make me cum with your tongue. Understood?" I nodded, and rubbed my wrists. Then she turned and started to walk down the hallway. I got up and walked after her, but she turned around quickly. 

"Crawl, boy!" Was all she said, and waited until I got down on all fours. "I want you to crawl close enough to me that you can kiss my ass, understood?" I nodded and quickly obeyed; hurrying to catch up to her and to quickly put my lips on her soft ass cheek.

Then she started walking again, the metal tip on her stiletto boots clicking. Every few steps, she stopped for me to catch up and kiss her smooth ass again. 

We eventually got to the bedroom, and she sat down on the edge of the bed. It was covered with red silk sheets, and she spread her legs as she sat down, playing with her pussy using her crop. She nodded at me, and I knew what I had to do. I crawled up to her and felt her hands on my head as I began to lick her pussy, my tongue going up and down. I knew I had to make her cum so that she knew I was worthwhile. After a few minutes, I felt her grip on my head loosen as she laid back on the bed, gasping slightly. When I was sure she had come, I sat down on the floor and started to stroke my throbbing cock while she gathered herself. After a few minutes, she sat up, look flushed. 

"Who said you could do that?" She demanded, pointing at my hard dick with her riding crop. I didn't know what to say, and she grabbed my arm. "Stand up!" She told me, and I obeyed.. Then she made me put my hands on one of the metal posts of the bed. The next thing I knew, they

were held firmly there with black leather handcuffs, leaving me slightly bent over. My cock was still very hard, and almost touching my belly. She laid down on the bed in front of me, spreading her legs again to show me her wet pussy. Even though I had just gone down on it, seeing it again made me ever harder. 

She smiled at me, and brought the riding crop down to her pussy, then brought it up to her mouth and stuck her tongue out to lick it. 

"mmm...wouldn't you like to taste me again?" She asked. I nodded my head. Then she touched her self with the crop again and put it to my lips. I licked at it greedily. 

"Now that's a good boy...I think you like this, don't you?" she said, as she stood up and licked the tip of the crop again. I tried to look over my shoulder as she walked around behind me. "I think we'll have to see how much you do like it..." she continued, and I got shivers as I felt it slide up my ass crack. Then I felt a sharp stinging pain as it slapped hard across my buttocks. I yelled out, but only heard her laughing. "Now that's what you get when you do things I don't tell you...understand" She asked me. I told her that I did, and this seemed to please her. "Good then. Now, lets go back to the other room, and we'll see how well you can obey..."

She uncuffed me and we walked back the same way we had came, me kissing her ass and crawling on the floor. When we got there, she had me lay down on the exercise bench again, and put the restraints. Once again, I was flat out with my cock in the air. 

"Now" She said, walking around me in circles. I tried to follow her with my eyes, to take in her luscious body. "I have a few errands to do...but in the mean time I want you to wait here. But I'm going to want some cock when I get back, so I want you to stay hard, okay?" She asked me as she knelt between my legs. I said okay. "But" she continued as she slowly slid her hand up and down my cock, "under no circumstances do I want you to cum. Understood?"

"Understood."

"Okay then," She said, smiling as she kissed the tip of my dick. "I'll see you soon" and she walked out of the room. I knew that I would have no trouble staying hard for the entire time. All I had to do was think about how badly I wanted to please her when she got back. Not cumming wasn't a problem either because with my hands cuffed, I had no access to my cock. 

I figured that I had probably been fantasizing about her for about half an hour when I heard someone come into the room, so I opened my eyes. I expected to see Patricia there, but instead it was Candy. She put a finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet as she walked in. 

Her hair was in a pony tail and she was wearing pink bikini the same colour as yesterdays hot pants. She was smiling as she kneeled between my legs and started rubbing my thighs, making my cock even harder. I couldn't do anything but enjoy it as her hands moved farther up my legs until her thumbs were rubbing my balls and her tongue started to like the tip of my cock. 

The next thing I knew, I was moaning as she held the base of my cock with one hand while her mouth slide all the way up and down it. Her other hand was pulling on my balls, as if milking them for my cum. After a few minutes of this when we both knew I was about to come, she took her mouth off me and just smiled while she jerked me off. Quickly, I started blowing my load all over my stomach. When I finished, Candy wiped up a bit with her finger then put the finger in her mouth. She mouthed see you later and walked out of the room, giving me a view of the g-string swimsuit wedged high up into her tight ass. 

I closed my eyes for a few minutes to enjoy the orgasm feeling still in my body when I heard Patricia's voice. 

"Didn't I tell you that you were forbidden to cum?" She asked me, standing in the door way, dressed as she was before in the black leather boots and bustier. I started stammer and she walked over to me, put the riding crop in the cum on my belly and put it in her mouth. "Just as I thought" she said.

"But it wasn't my fault...Candy came in here and..." I tried, but she interrupted me. 

"Then I'll deal with Candy later, but right now, I have you disobeying me!" She was walking around me again, patting her naked ass with the riding crop. "I think I'll have to give you a spanking" she told me, uncuffing my hands. Then she pushed me off the bench and sat on the end. "now come here!" She told me, patting her lap. I crawled up onto it, so that my arms hung over one of her legs and my legs were hanging over the other, face down. My hard cock pressed against her thighs and my hands were brushing against her leather boot. I could feel her being running the crop up and down my ass crack. If anything, it tickled a bit. Her other hand was on my back.

"Now, you know why you are getting this spanking, don't you?" She asked. 

"Because I came without your permission?" I tried. 

"mmm goood...you are learning quickly. But that doesn't mean you won't be punished." And as she said that, I felt the sting of the crop across my ass cheeks. And then it was just tickling my crack again. "How did that feel?" She asked me.

"oh, it hurt, Patricia...but it also felt good." My cock was very hard now against her leg, and her treating me like this only made it harder.

"I am very pleased...I think you'll make a nice little toy for me...now, run along home!" She told me. 

"but what about my clothes?" I asked her.

"You'll get them later...besides...it isn't far."

"but..." I tried pleading as she ushered me down into the entry way.

"oh, and one more thing: Candy might be stopping by later...I expect you to give her the kind of lesson you would expect from me, understood?" She had opened the door but was holding my arm. 

"Understood" I told her, as she let go and I was able to run home to Mrs. Jones' house next door with my hard cock in my hand and two welts across my ass cheeks. 



Fun Times Ch. 03



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I was sitting in the living room reading a magazine when the doorbell rang. It was Candy. She was wearing the same little pink shorts as the other day, but this time she had on a black t-shirt that had Sugar written on it in silver letters. Her hair was in pigtails. 

"What's up?" I asked, looking down at her over my bare chest as she sucked on a finger.

"Aunt Patty told me I should see you." She said. 

"Well, come in then." I told her. After our session the other day, Patricia had told me to expect a visit from Candy, and that I was expected to discipline her in a same way I had. It would be a test of how much I had learned.

I closed the door after she stepped in, knowing that Mrs. Jones was supposed to be out for most of the afternoon and that we would have no interruptions. 

I sat down on the couch and patted my lap, getting her to sit down on it. I was sure she could feel the beginnings of my hard on as she put her arms around my shoulders. I could certainly feel her tit pressed against my chest.

"Now, why would Aunt Patty have you come and talk to me?" I asked, rubbing her back and looking into her eyes. 

"Um, well….." She said, biting her lip and looking up at the ceiling. I smiled to myself, knowing that I was probably going to have a good time with her. "Well…she caught me looking at a dirty internet site on her computer….she didn't think it was appropriate" I looked down at her tits and used my free hand to squeeze one of her nipples. 

"mmm well that's not very good is it…but I bet you enjoyed it, didn't you? ." I said.

"Well, yeah," she said, and held a hand to her mouth as she giggled.

"What site was it?" I asked. 

"It was just one with pictures of really slutty girls…I sent one of me in a week ago and I wanted to see if they had posted it…" She told me, blushing a bit. 

"Well! That's quite naughty of you. Did you want a bunch of guys seeing what a dirty girl you are, jerking off to your naked body?" She blushed again. 

"mmmm….kind of." She said, quietly. I started to rub her tits, and could feel her breathing rate increase. 

"Well, maybe Patricia thinks that if you are going to act like a slut online, you need to be treated like one around here …Is that it, Candy? You need to be treated like a little slut?" I asked as I bounced her a bit on my lap. She nodded her head at me, and I grinned at her.

"Well then, I think we should get started" I said. "Do you know what the first thing a naughty slut like you needs?" She shook her head at me as she sucked on her finger again. 

"A spanking!" I said as I turned her over in my lap, her stomach now feeling my cock press through my jeans, her tits and head hanging over one leg and her ass slightly raised by the other. I started to slowly pull down her little pink shorts as I talked to her.

"But wearing that shirt isn't the first time you've been naughty, is it? In fact, you are naughty all the time, aren't you?" I heard her agree as she shook her head. Her ass was now exposed, and I took a few minutes to rub it as I talked to her. "Tell me you've been naughty before, Candy. Tell me you need a spanking"

"I'm a naughty girl….oh, god, please spank me!" She said, breathing heavily. I was letting my finger slide up and down her ass crack, stopping just to play with her holes a little bit. And then I started slapping her hard across the ass, feeling her whole body shake and slide across my hard cock. She was moaning loudly, and screaming each time I smacked her ass. I smiled to myself and went back to just softly rubbing her ass, kneading the soft flesh. 

"How did that make you feel, Candy?" I asked her, my finger circling her ass hole.

"ooo….like a naughty…mmm…girl" she said, breathing heavily, and I let her slide onto the floor. 

"Like one that needs more punishment?" I asked her, standing up. She nodded at me. I told her to take her shirt off, watching as her perfect tits came into view, the nipples both pierced and sticking out hard. Then, as she was kneeling on the floor, she reached up with one hand to grab for the bulge in my jeans. 

"Not yet, you cock hungry slut!" I said as I slapped her hand away. This was going to be fun, I though. Then I made her climb up onto the dining room table. As I went to the closet to get out the box of toys, I told her to get onto all fours. 

She almost did. When I returned, She was on her knees and leaning forward, but only using one hand to balance. I could see that her other hand was rubbing her pussy, and she was looking down at it. She looked up when she heard me come into the room and smiled. I shook my finger at her. 

Oh no, not yet" I said, and pulled some rope out of the box. She quickly got into a position so that she was on her knees and elbows, and I quickly tied her limbs to the table like that. 

"How does that feel?" I asked her as I walked around the table. She struggled a bit, then pouted at me. 

"I can't move!" She said. I smiled her, and reached out to pinch the nipple on one of her hanging nipples. She gasped, and I pulled the piercing.

"Now, I am going to have some fun showing you what it is like to be a real slut, Candy…and I think you are going to enjoy it too, won't you?" I told her, letting go of the nipple. She closed her eyes and moaned, but that was all the answer I needed.

I walked around behind her and let the tip of my index finger teaser her pussy lightly. I just let it lightly stroke her lips. When she moaned loudly, I stopped, smiling at her. Her eyes told me she wanted a hard fucking, but I was going to make her really want it. I told her as much.

From the bag of toys I had brought, I pulled out a few vibrators. The first was a little one, silver metal. I held it up before her face. 

"What's that for?" She asked me, struggling a bit against her ropes. I smiled at her as I began to smear a generous portion of clear lube onto it. 

"You'll see" I told her, and walked around behind her. 

At first I just used two of my fingers to rub her pussy, getting her into it. When I could hear her moaning a little bit, I slipped the slippery little vibe into her ass, making her moan even louder. It fit there perfectly, just a little silver disc showing. 

"Do you like that, Candy? Having a little toy in your ass?" I asked her, rubbing her checks. 

"OHHHH YES!" She screamed, thrusting her behind towards me, but still well restrained by the ropes on the table.

"Mmmm, good. And what do you want next?" 

"I want your cock in my pussy!" She yelled out. I responded by slapping her ass hard with my hand.

"Not yet, you dirty slut." I told her, and I pulled out from the box a little remote control, about the size a TV remote. "Do you know what this is?" I asked her. There were a number of buttons and dials on it. She shook her head, and I smiled at her as I pushed one of the buttons.

She began whimpering as I knew that the little vibe in her ass had just been activated and was vibrating at its lowest setting. 

I saw how she was biting her lip with her eyes closed, and turned off the vibe. She began gasping. 

While she was catching her breath, I pulled out another silver vibrator from the box of toys. This one was a bit bigger and thicker, about ten inches long. Candy smiled when she saw it. 

"You like this, don't you?" I asked her. She nodded. "Well then," I said. "Why don't we see how it fits in your mouth?" And I held it out to her. At first, while looking up at me, she licked the tip. Then I slide it into her mouth, and she bobbed up and down on it, swallowing it all the way up to wear my hand was. The entire time, she didn't take her eyes off of me, even when I pulled it out and she licked her lips. Then, without saying anything I took out the tube of lube and squeezed almost half of it into the palm of my hand so that it was leaking through my fingers, then I started sliding that hand up and down the vibrator, covering it with clear goo. Candy licked her lips.

"I bet you wish this was my hot cum and that you could lick it off my big cock and swallow it, don't you?" I asked her, still sliding my hand up and down. She nodded her head up and down, biting her lip again. "Yeah, I knew you would….but are you ready for this big boy?" I asked her, holding up the lube covered vibrator." She nodded again, her eyes big and round. 

I walked around behind her again and pulled out my remote control. I selected the second power setting, and turned on the big vibrator. Then I let it slide down her ass crack, clicking as it hit the end of the vibe in her ass, then I rubbed her pussy with it.

"OOOOHHHH GODDD!" She screamed. "PLLLEEASSEEE PUT THAT IN ME!"

"You want it, don't you?" I asked her, pulling it away from her pussy and slapping her hard across the ass cheeks with a slippery hand. 

"Oh please put it in!" She was thrusting her ass towards me, and I could smell how wet she was as juices leaked down her thigh.

"Why do you want it so bad?" I asked her, lightly letting her feel the big vibes buzz against her thigh. With my other hand (still covered in the lube!) I was stroking my dick.

"Because I'm a bad little slut and I want to get off! Is that what you want? For me to tell you what a cock hungry whore I am?" She asked me, turning around to face me and still thrusting with her ass. 

"Hmmm….it's almost what I want…" I let the vibrator slide slowly down her thigh. 

"Then I'll be YOUR personal fuck slut…I'll do ANYTHING you want!" She told me, getting desperate. 

"Well, I don't know if you are quite naughty enough for me…" I said as I pulled the vibe away from her. 

"I AM! I'm the naughtiest little slut ever! I love eating cock and cum! I CRAVE IT!" She told me. "NOW please put that thing in my cunt!" 

"Well, now you're talking. But you know what happens to naughty sluts?" I asked her. She looked at me with wide eyes again. "They get spanked!" I told her, slapping her hard on the ass once, twice, then three times as she screamed out. Then I held the tip of the buzzing vibrator to her pussy, just barely touching it. "Now…" I said "are you ready?" She screamed yes, and I slide the vibrator in while she writhed. 

Then I used the remote to turn it off, letting it sit deep in her pussy. She had her eyes shut, and I know she wanted to ask why I was teasing her, but knew I wouldn't give her the answer. 

Without saying anything, I pulled some leather from the box. One of the pieces was a big belt, and I buckled it around her waist. The other was a smaller strap, and it attached to the back of the belt, ran down her ass crack, up around her pussy, and attached again at the front of the belt. Basically, it secured the two vibrators inside her, and she knew exactly what it was for. 

"How does that feel?" I asked her, cinching up the crotch strap. She moaned.

"mmmmm sooo gooodddd" was all she could manage. The nipples on her hanging tits had swollen enormously, and I took the opportunity to give each one a quick squeeze, getting louder panting from her. 

"Hmmm…this gives me an idea" I said as I reached into the box of toys once again. Inside, I found a pair of nipple clamps. They were done in the same silver as the vibrators in her holes, and they had little weights hanging from them. I reached up and gently teased one nipple, feeling it grow even larger as Candy gently fought against her bindings. Then suddenly, I clipped the clamp on and heard her scream. Next, I did the same with the other nipple. I could tell that Candy was enjoying this, but she didn't say anything. 

Then I pulled out the remote for the vibrators. I showed it to her face.

"Do you remember this?" I asked as I slide two fingers into her mouth. She started sucking on them as she nodded. "Goooood." I told her, and I turned the power settings to medium. Then I pushed the on button and her entire body tensed and she started sucking on my fingers even harder. I knew that the buzzing vibrators in her pussy, combined with little electrical tingles from the nipple clamps would be driving her crazy. Then I pressed the stop button again, and she looked up at me with begging eyes. 

"And now…" I began, but was interrupted. 

"And now you need to stop." Said Mrs. Jones. She was standing in the door way wearing the black bikini. I guessed that she had been out sunbathing. 

"What?" I asked as I pulled my fingers from Candy's mouth. 

"I think you've had enough fun with her for one day." Mrs. Jones said. "And now it's my turn…isn't that right, Candy?" As she said the last part, she walked up to Candy and held her face in her hands. Candy nodded.

"But…" I began, only to be interrupted again. I was planning on having Candy ease the throbbing ache in my cock. 

"Not buts…You can go up to your room and shut the door. You and her will have plenty of time to play later." And Mrs. Jones turned me using my shoulders and spanked my ass lightly as she ushered me out of the room. 

I knew that there was no arguing with her, and I spent the rest of the afternoon slowly jerking off and trying to listen to what was going on downstairs. 

It was no use. The walls were too thick, and all I heard was Candy leaving a few hours later.



Fun Times Ch. 04



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I came home the other day to find a brown paper envelope on my bed. Picking it up, I found that it had writing on it: "T thank you for the other day...I'm sorry Mrs. Jones had to spoil it for you...don't worry though, she treated me 'nicely'...Anyways, have fun with these...XXX Candy". I tore open the envelope and found a pair of lacy red panties inside. I put them to my nose and sniffed, taking in her hot scent. 

Within minutes, I was naked and on top of my bed, alternating rubbing my hard cock with the panties and holding them up to my face as I thought about Candy's hot, young body and what we would do the next time I saw her. I was close to cumming when I heard a voice at the door to my room. 

"Well well well. Look what we have here." It was Mrs. Jones, wearing her black suit again. She had her arms crossed, pushing her tits up. "Are you enjoying yourself?" She asked me. 

"yes, ma'm" I told her, the panties at my side but my hand still lightly stroking my dick. I was hoping she would maybe come in and 'deal' with me, but it was not the case. 

"Put 'em on and then get dressed. We're going out." She said, turning to leave. I wasn't sure I had heard her right. 

"You want me to these on?" I asked, holding up the little piece of red silk. 

"That's right. I'll meet you in the car." She answered. 

A few minutes later I had put them on with jeans and a t-shirt was in the car next to her, enjoying the smooth, if slightly tight, feel of Candy's panties over my cock and ass. Mrs. Jones was driving, and the edge of her skirt had ridden up so I could see the top of her stocking and the garter attachment. 

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll see" She said without talking her eyes off the road. She also put a hand in my lap and gently massaged the bulge I had packed in there.

Eventually we got to a strip mall with a movie rental place and a paint store. There was a sign that said "Vicky's" over one of the stores, but the windows were painted over black. 

"Come on!" Mrs. Jones said, yelling at me from the door of Vicky's. I was still in the car, trying to adjust my hard on. By the time I got inside the store, I saw that Mrs. Jones was chatting to a woman behind the counter. Then I looked around and saw why the windows were painted black. It was a sex shop, one that seemed to specialize in vinyl and leather items. Under the reddish light, one entire wall was lined high-heeled boots of every variety. It didn't surprise me that this was where we had come. 

"Come over here" Mrs. Jones yelled at me again. I looking at a pair of black fishnet stockings and picturing her legs in them. "I want you to meet my friend Vicky." So I walked over to the counter and almost counter and almost couldn't believe my luck. Vicky was about my height and had bright red hair, shoulder length and probably died. She was also wearing dark black eye makeup and pink lipstick that looked great with her hair. Barely keeping her huge tits in was a low cut halter top, also pink. The rest of her was hidden behind a glass display featuring erotic jewellery. We introduced each other, and she looked me up and down. 

"Well, anyways, do you have that package for me?" Mrs. Jones asked her. Vicky nodded and handed her a taped-up black plastic bag big enough for something like a VCR. 

"I'll just put it on your account." Vicky said. 

"Thanks" Mrs Jones told her, and turned to leave.

"Wait," Vicky said. "You drove him all the way out her and didn't even let him look around?" Mrs. Jones looked over at me, then at her watch.

"Well...I guess we could stay for a few minutes" she said, smiling. 

"If its okay with you..." I said, holding my arms wide. Some of the stuff in here looked hot, and I thought it would give me more of a chance to check out the rest of Vicky's body. 

"No problem" she said, and the two of them went back to gossiping at the counter as I looked at all the clothes in the store. Like I said before, it was mostly leather and vinyl, but judging by the underwear section, those girls probably did a lot of their shopping here. I was examining a nice looking set of black pumps that got my cock even harder when Vicky called out to me.

"Hey...come over here...Mrs. Jones is trying something on that I think she would like you to see." I walked over to where Vicky was standing in front three change rooms. One of them was closed and I guessed from the doors on the others that it also contained a little tv that could probably play porno. 

"Just a minute" I heard Mrs. Jones call from the closed door, her suit jacket draped over top. As I walked over and stood beside Vicky, I realized that the reason she seemed so tall was that the boots she was wearing (probably right off one of the racks) had probably 5 inch heels. They were white leather and tight, no laces, that went up to above her knee. Then there was a gap until the shortest of skirts just barely hid her ass. I put my left leg up on a little stool, hoping to hide my boner a little bit. She backed into my right hand, rubbing her ass against it. 

"so what do you think of my store?" She asked, looking over her left shoulder at me. 

"Its...uh...nice" I managed to say, taking her cue and starting to rub her ass through her skirt. 

"Yeah, from what Mrs. Jones told me about you, I thought you'd like it..." She said, laughing a bit. This caused me to blush immensely as I thought about the last few days.

"um...what exactly did she say about me?" I asked

"Exactly what you think!" Called out Mrs. Jones from inside the change room. Vicky grinned at me and began grinding her ass harder against my hand. I blushed even more and started to stammer a bit, but before I could say anything, stood up on her tip toes, then lowered herself again so that my hand slipped under her skirt. The bare skin I felt told me I didn't need to answer.

"oh, this is going to be such a hot outfit!" Mrs. Jones said from inside the change room. "I hope you to are looking forward to it!" 

"We are!" Replied Vicky as she grinned at me again. Still standing behind her, I had started to rub her pussy lips with two of my fingers. I could feel that she had probably been getting wet before I even touched her. She moaned, and spread her legs, lowering her body and making it easier for me to slide my two fingers inside her warm pussy.

That's when the door to the changeroom/viewing booth opened and Mrs. Jones came out. The way we were standing though, she probably couldn't have figured out what we were doing. Not that I was thinking about that when I saw what she was wearing:

The outfit was made entirely of leather. There were straps that went around the top of her thighs that connected garter style with a waist belt. From the front of the belt were two more straps that went up to her tits, where there where holes for them to stick through, and then attached to a neck collar. 

"What do you think?" She asked us, spinning around as she came out of the room. I could see that the back too had a strap. Vicky stepped away from me, letting my fingers slide out of her. 

"Its wonderful!" Vicky said, walking over to her. Mrs. Jones turned to face me and bent over, showing me just how bare her ass was. As she stood back up, she ran one hand up her leg and looked at me. Vicky stood behind her and tightened up the laces around Mrs. Jones tits, making them swell. 

"It makes me feel so good...I just love leather on my body" Mrs. Jones said as she slowly felt herself up. I was practically about to cum, just watching these girls. They spent a few minutes talking about the outfit while I sat down on the couch, wanting badly to jerk myself. Then Vicky turned to me, one hand on Mrs. Jones tits.

"Now, is there anything here that you would like to try on?" She asked me. Mrs. Jones laughed.

"Actually, I think he's already got something on he'd like to show you...isn't that right?" she said. I blushed, and shook my head trying to deny it.

"Oh really...what is it you want to show me?" Vicky asked, walking over to me and bending low so that I could see down her top. 

"umm...nothing..." I said. 

"Show her." Mrs Jones said, standing there with her arms crossed. With the heels they had on and me sitting down, the two women towered over me. 

"Yes, show me!" Vicky said, putting her hands on my knees and bending over me. Mrs. Jones climbed to sit on the glass counter, watching. I gulped.

"um, okay." I said, as Vicky stepped back to sit on the coffee table. I could almost see up her skirt. 

"Come on." She said. "Don't be shy!" And I started to unzip my pants, pulling them down to my knees. Vicky licked her tongue as she saw my hard cock bulging in the silky red panties. A bit of precum had leaked through. "mmm...those are nice" She said. "but why don't you take your shirt and pants all the way off... show me how they really look on you." I looked over at Mrs. Jones and she waved her hand at me, telling me to do it. 

I stood up, and pulled my shirt off, tossing it to the side, then stepped out of my pants. At this point, the little panties were barely holding in my throbbing dick. 

"mmm yes, I like this" Vicky said, tracing the outline of the panties on my legs and waist. "But whose are they?"

"A friends" I said.

"Oh really...a friends...and what makes you think you deserve to wear them?" She asked me. I didn't know what to say, so she continued "I don't know if you deserve to wear them, do you?" And she looked over at Mrs. Jones, who shook her head no. 

"But she gave them to me!" I pleaded. 

"It doesn't matter...look at this shop...I think I know a bit more about these things than you do, don't you?" she said, now grabbing at my cock through the fabric. I moaned a bit and agreed. "So, take your panties off until I think you deserve to wear them..." And I obeyed, stepping out of them and freeing my cock. She took them from me, sniffing them, then putting them down the front of her shirt before standing up. 

"I bet you enjoyed wearing them, didn't you?" She asked, walking around me and touching my bare ass. I told her I did. As she got in front of me, she stood up on the coffee table that she had been sitting on so that my face was almost level with her tits. I thought I could still smell Candy's scent. Either that, or it was Vicky's. 

"Now, since this is my shop and since you wore panties into it without me permitting it, I think you will have to apologize." She said. I told her I was sorry, hanging my head, my hands lightly touching my hard dick. "Sorry for what?" she demanded. I told her I was sorry for disrespecting her by wearing the panties into the store. She thought for a minute.

"hmm...I think you'll have to show how sincere you are by kissing my foot, don't you Mrs. Jones?" And she agreed, so I went down on my knees and planted a big kiss on the white leather of her boot, then looked up at her, and could almost see her pussy again except for her milky thighs being too close together. 

"Well, that's alright, but I think what I would really like is for you to put some cum onto my boot. Show me you really deserve to wear those panties." I looked at her like she was crazy.

"Do it." Mrs Jones commanded from her place on the glass counter. So still on my knees, her booted feet up on the coffee table, I started to stroke my cock, bracing my self with one hand on the table. Vicky put a hand on my head and pulled my face into the crotch of her skirt and I could smell her. 

"Oh yeah" she said "Stroke that big cock for me...show me you want those panties..." And with encouragement like that, it didn't take long before I was spilling my load onto the feet and legs of her boots, the white hitting the white and looking shiny. As I came, I put my hand on the back of her leg as her hand pressed my face harder into her crotch.

Then, exhausted, I fell back onto the couch and lay spread eagled. Still standing on the coffee table, I watched as Vicky directed Mrs. Jones in wiping off every drop of my cum from the boots. As she did so, her naked ass moved around right in front of me, so I leaned over and started rubbing it. 

"mmmm that's a good boy...I bet you'd like to have some fun with her, wouldn't you?" Vicky said as she rubbed her tits through her top. I nodded at her and smiled as I started squeezing Mrs. Jones ass cheeks harder while she licked up my cum from the boots. "Alright then...lets have some fun!" Vicky said in response. 

As Mrs. Jones finished her task and sat on her knees wiping her lips, Vicky climbed off the table and went to the wall where there were some ropes. She pulled on a few, and then let some go, and eventually right behind the couch, some contraption descended from the ceiling. 

"What's that?" Mrs. Jones asked

"Oh, just something I installed the other day...but first I'd like you to put on the rest of your outfit!" Vicky said, and handed her a brown paper bag. Mrs. Jones smiled as she pulled out some stuff from inside. It was a pair of leather-wrist and ankle bands, which she put on. 

"Very good...now come here" Vicky told her, leading her to underneath where the contraption was. Mrs. Jones followed, crawling on her knees, and I assumed that Patricia had given her the same lesson as me. She seemed very obedient.

When they got there, I watched as Vicky pulled Mrs. Jones' hands behind her back and chained them to the waist part of her outfit using the wrist cuffs. The action made Mrs. Jones' tits stick out even farther than they were before.

"Do you like this? Do you like looking at Sara all tied up like this?" Vicky asked me as she held onto the back of Mrs. Jones collar. 

"Sara?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's her first name...you can probably call her that now." Vicky said as stood behind her started tweaking her nipples a bit. I sat on the couch and started lightly touching my cock, feeling it get hard again. I smiled

"Oh yes...I like it a lot!" I told her, rubbing my balls and feeling them tingle. 

"Well good then...you are about to see a lot more of it, isn't he, Sara?" Vicky said as she pulled on Sara's collar. Sara nodded in response. "Well then, lets get started" Vicky said. I watched as she pulled down some of the ropes from above and begin attaching them to Sara's outfit. When she was finished, she went over to the wall again and pulled on some of the ropes. It lifted Sara right off the ground, leaving her face down, but with her legs spread. Vicky raised her up to about chest height. 

To be continued...



Fun Times Ch. 05



We were still in Vicky's fetish wear store, with Sara Jones, my landlady, hanging from the ceiling in a set of leather straps that didn't cover any of her touchable areas. She was face down with her hands behind her back, but Vicky had adjusted the straps so that now she was in a kneeling position, but still well off the floor. 

"Why don't you come here…." Vicky told me as she rested a hand on Sara's ass. I walked over, still naked with my cock hard and bouncing a bit. As I stood close to her, I could see the red lace of Candy's panties stuffed between Vicky's tits. 

"Wouldn't you like to play with this pussy?" Vicky asked me as she lightly stroked Sara's snatch that was on full view. I nodded vigorously. Vicky invited me to have a quick taste, and so I bent down and lightly licked with my tongue. Sara shuddered a bit, but otherwise was silent. 

"Now, Sara has been a bad girl, hasn't she? Bringing you all the way here just to embarrass you…we'll have to punish her, won't we?" I agreed that we would, and Vicky went over to the counter and came back with a string of greasy anal beads. They were bright pink plastic, and there must have been about six, getting slightly bigger at the end of the chain. 

"Look at this tight little asshole…that's no fun, is it?" Vicky asked me as she grabbed one of Sara's asscheeks in each hand and grabbed then tightly with her long-nailed fingers, spreading the crack. The anal beads rested on Sara's back, like she was a table. I agreed with her, and she pulled on some of the ropes overhead, spreading Sara's legs a bit farther apart, widening the crack in her otherwise smooth, tanned ass. 

While this was going on, I stroked my cock lightly. Then I watched while Vicky began to pop the anal-beads in, one after another. Each time one went in, Sara gasped loudly and Vicky slapped one of her ass cheeks. When the last one was in, Vicky slowly pulled them out, getting even louder gasps from Sara. 

"Now it's your turn," She told me, turning to me and handing me the string of beads. The last one was still inside here. 

I took my place between her legs, my hard cock brushing against her pussy, as I felt her ass hole quiver each time I pushed a bead in, feeling her legs clench and hearing her gasp. As quiet as she was, I knew she was enjoying it. 

When the last one was in, leaving just a little loop of bright pink string, I looked over at Vicky. She was sitting on the back of the couch with her top up over her tits, slowly playing with one nipple. 

"mmm….very good," She said. "But now I think that wet pussy needs filling, don't you?" I definitely did, and I wasted no time sliding my cock into it, feeling how soaking wet it actually was. 

As I began to thrust slowly in and out, holding onto Sara's thighs, I found that the ropes she was hanging from acted as a swing. She was helpless to do anything as I slide her off my cock, then felt her slide back hard and slap against my stomach. Each time my cock hit deep, she moaned a little louder. 

I started to increase the intensity, gritting my teeth as I slammed her back and forth on my hard, throbbing dick. Soon, she was constantly panting.

"oh…oh….oh…fuck…me….oh…fuck…oh" was all I could make out as I pounded her and listened to the wet slapping sound our bodies were making together. Eventually, she started screaming non-stop and I felt her pussy tighten around me. 

I slide my cock out as I came, stroking it and spraying my hot cum all over her ass and the backs of her legs. When I was finished, I sat down on the floor, naked and sweating, exhausted. I looked over at Vicky, and saw that she was crawling over to us, her tits swaying in her halter top. 

She grabbed Sara's ankles and swung the contraption so that Sara's ass faced her. Then she looked at me out of the corners of her eyes as she began to lick up my cum, still hot, from the backs of Sara's thighs.Then, with one slow movement, she finally removed all of the beads from Sara's ass, each one popping and accompanied by a gasp as it came out. 

"mmmm now I think that Sara Jones has had quite enough for one day, don't you?" Vicky asked me, slapping Sara's ass. Sara was limp in her harness, and probably exhausted. "So, we'll let her rest for a minute while I get you to help me with just one little favour, okay?"

"Okay" I said.

"And maybe if you are good at it, you'll get your panties back, how's that sound?" She said as she pulled them out from between her cleavage and smelled them. 

"Good" I said. 

"Okay then…well first I want you to help me get these boots off…I've been wearing them all day and they're killing me!" She said, sitting down on the couch and stretching out her legs. I moved over to her and sat on the coffee table. Immediately, she put the heel of one boot into my crotch and smiled at me like she knew it would get my cock hard again. 

It did. 

The other foot, she rested on my knee. I pulled the boot off easily, looking up her long, white leg as I did so. Underneath, she had on the same pink toe nail polish that matched her lips, long finger nails, and halter top. 

When I put the boot on the floor, she switch feet and used her toes to gently massage my balls as my cock rose up. The other boot slide off equally easy, but I stopped for a minute to rub her leg. 

"mmm….that's nice" she said "but I'm going to need another pair of shoes….how about you pick a pair out for me? Something you think we'll both really like" and she winked at me. I stood up quickly, saying 'yes mam' and immediately started looking around. 

While I was standing in front of an entire wall of high heeled shoes of every variety, Vicky went to let Sara out of her contraption. 

I kept one hand on my naked balls as I surveyed the shoes, finally settling on a pair of red ones, three inch pumps with two big straps across the top and open toes. I brought them back to the couch just as Vicky sat down. Sara was back over by the changing room, taking off the outfit and putting back on the close she had before.

"mmm very nice choice…but you know what? I have a little tradition about new shoes…do you know what it is?" she asked. I shook my head and watched as she pulled on one of her nipples, and I could still see Candy's red lace panties in her soft creamy cleavage. "I don't like to wear a pair of shoes until a man has cummed in them…and then I like to put them on right away, to feel that hot sticky juice. It reminds me of how sexy I look in them, and how they drive men like you wild. They do, don't they?" I nodded my head again, still holding the red strappy pumps in my hand. My other hand went quickly to my dick, and I sat down on the coffee table to begin stroking. Vicky stretched one long, naked leg out and put it to my crotch, wiggling her toes just under my testicles. The other leg she folded so that one of her hands could access her pussy. I saw that she was indeed a natural redhead, and had a heart shaved bit of hair just above her mound.I looked up at her and she smiled at me, her other hand still pulling a nipple so close to the panties. This really got me going, and I held onto the shoes with one hand and jerked myself with the other. 

"Oh yeah…stroke that big cock for Ms. Vicky…show me how badly you want to please me…give me your hot jiz…yeah…jerk yourself….oh yeah…" She urged me on, and soon, I felt my balls tighten up as I began cumming. Quickly, I bent over the table and directed my hot spurts into the shoes fairly equally. When I finished, I turned to Vicky and she stretched out her feet, wiggling her toes. I slide the shoes, dripping with my come, onto her feed, and she squealed delight.

"Oh, it feels so good…thank you!" She told me, leaning forward to quickly suck clean the dripping end of my deflating cock. Then she quickly stood up and unlocked the front door. "Now, as much fun as it has been, I have business to run. I hope to see you two again soon!" And I barely had enough time to get my clothes on before some customers came in. 

"Oh," she said while I was in the door "I also think I'll keep these for a little bit…I'm quite fond of them" Vicky said to me, pulling out Candy's panties from her cleavage and smelling them. Then she waved goodbye, and that was it.

On the car ride home, Sara was mostly silent. I thought about how much Vicky had made me cum, and how all I'd gotten was to slide my fingers inside her hot, tight pussy. I knew that I would need to see her again, at least just to get Candy's panties back. 





When we got home, Sara Jones grabbed my collar and led me up to her room. It was huge, the master bedroom, and had a big four poster bed in the middle. I could tell that the sheets were black silk. 

"What do you have to say about your behaviour this afternoon?" She asked me. She had put her black business skirt suit back on and with the heels, she was almost as tall as me. She stood close to me, and I did my best to try and look down into her braless cleavage. 

"Uh…I thought it was okay…" I said. It was the wrong answer. 

"No it was not okay! You are my guest, and you do as I say, not some sex shop slut, okay?" 

"um. Okay…but I thought we were having fun." 

"Oh its fun you want, is it?" She asked me. I couldn't' tell if she was angry. She couldn't have been to mad, considering the way she'd came. "Get your clothes off. I'll be back in a minute." 

I watched her nice ass walk out the door, thinking of how hot it had been to see Vicky lick my cum off of it. 

When she came back, I was laying on her bed with a huge hard on, naked.

"You think you can just do what you want around here, is that it?" She stood with her hands on her hips over me, and I could see that in her hands were some of the leather straps from Vicky's shop. 

"No, its just that I thought we were going to have some fun…" I started, but she climbed on top of me, straddling my stomach. Before I could react, she had me tied to the bed, spread eagled. The restraints around my wrist were padded leather attached to chains that clipped conveniently onto the bedposts. 

"mmm now," She said, kneeling between my legs so that I had a great view of her hanging tits. "You've had a big day, so why don't you take a wittle nap…" As she talked, she pouted her lips and sounded like a baby. "And I'll be back in just a little while to take care of you, okay?" She said, then shaking her body so that her tits jiggled. I nodded that it was okay. I didn't really have much choice. 

I don't know how long she was gone for, but I eventually drifted off to sleep. The room was a nice temperature, and the silk sheets felt great on my body. 

I woke a little while later to someone playing with my cock. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was pretty limp, and that Sara was sliding a rubber ring onto it. She was dressed as before in a short black skirt and business jacket, and her hair draped over my legs as she knelt on my bed. 

"Hello there," She said, sensing that I was awake and sitting up. The combination of her rubbing my balls and seeing the tops of her black stockings attached to garters peaking from under her skirt made my cock start to swell.

"uh, hello," I said, pulling at the restraints that held my arms. Then I could feel the tightness of the ring around my cock as I got hard. 

"Did you have a nice sleep?" She asked, running one long fingernail up the underside of my dick. 

"Yeah, it was alright," I said, trying to look up her skirt but it was too dark.

"Good…and how does this feel?" She asked as she slid her finger around the ring at the base of my cock. 

"Tight…but good" I grunted. She smiled at me, making a fist around my cock and giving it a few pumps as I gasped. "oh god, that feels good" I said. 

"I thought it would….now, I'm a little tired out right now, so I am going to relax, but when I come back, I'm going to want hard dick, and you're going to give it to me. Not that you have any choice, I suppose" She said as she stood up and walked out the room, blowing me a kiss from the door. 

When she left, I struggled a bit against the leather and chain restraints, but they were well done. Then I thought about the ring on my cock. As I remained hard, I realized that it was tight enough not to let my blood drain out, forcing an erection on me. I just hoped someone would come and take care of it soon. I didn't have to wait long. 

"Hey there…Mrs. Jones said I should stop by and…oh my!" Candy said as she walked into the room and saw me spread-eagled out with my cock throbbing hard. She was wearing a tight-white t-shirt, through which I could see her black bra, and a pair of cut-off jean shorts that had been cut into almost nothing. Her blonde hair was in pigtails, and she had on sparkly pink lipstick. 

"uh…thanks for the present the other day" I told her, thinking of the red silky panties that Vicky still had. 

"Mmm…I hoped you liked them" She said, climbing up on the bed laying down beside me, one hand slowly stroking my cock. 

"I did…very much" I told her, trying to thrust my hips a bit and wishing I wasn't so restrained. 

"Mmm good…it makes me so hot to know that you think my panties are sexy…that they make you hard…I'd love to hear about how you jerked off in them, filling them….do you mind?" She said, with her mouth close to my cock. 

"uh..no…" I said, and she immediately slide her lips over my tip, then put her mouth all the way down and started giving me an amazing blowjob. She was kneeling on the bed, and had repositioned herself so that her ass was close to my head, giving me an amazing view of how little those jean shorts covered. 

"MMM…" She said, taking her mouth off me for a second and looking me in the eyes. "I just LOVE the taste of dick so much…anyways, you were saying?" And she waited for me to start talking before lowering her lips onto me again.

I started telling her about what had happened, about how I had been playing with the panties, and how about how Mrs. Jones made me put them on as she went down on me, moaning agreement around my cock. The whole time, I didn't take my eyes off her bottom as it moved in time with her head. 

A few times, I felt myself close to cumming, and I know that Candy must have felt me too because she sped up, but it quickly went away. After about twenty minutes of this, Candy sat up. 

"I think this ring is keeping you from jizzing…and that I might just be able to have some fun with it…." She said, circling it with her finger like Mrs. Jones had. Then I watched as she slowly pulled off her jean shorts, showing me that she had nothing on underneath. She was already wet, so when she climbed on top of me, she slid in easily. 

At first she started just going up and down slowly, pulling her shirt up over her tits so she could squeeze her nipples, but then she started moving faster and faster, our bodies slapping as she came down on me. 

Before long, she had reached a screaming orgasm while I was still rock hard, unable to come. She slowed down, just bobbing lightly on me as she gathered her breath. Then once again she started working her self to orgasm, faster and faster until she came. 

She did this two or three more times before finally tiring of it. 

"Thanks, stud" She said to me while pulling on her jean shorts. "I'll see you around!" and she walked out of the room, leaving me still tied to my to the bed with my cock hard. 

I waited around like that, trying to concentrate on softening up my cock, for another half hour or so until Mrs. Jones returned. She was wearing her usual black bikini and heels, her brown hair up in a pony tail. 

"So how are you?" She asked me, walking up and cupping my balls as she leaned over. 

"I'm fine…do you think you can let me cum soon?" I asked her. All the attention Candy had given felt good, but I really wanted to blow my load. 

"Hmmm….no, not yet. I think I want a turn with you first" She told me, straddling my body with my cock brushing against her smooth thighs. 

"And then can I come?" I asked her, thrusting as much as I could, wanting to feel my tip brush against the fabric covering her hot pussy.

"Maybe…we'll see…." She said "Oh, that reminds me…Vicky told me to give you these…" And from behind her she pulled out Candy's red panties, the ones Vicky had taken from me in the store. Mrs. Jones held the up to her face and inhaled, closing her eyes. 

Then she straddled me, just like Candy had, and pulled her black swimsuit to the side so that she could slide herself over my cock. We both moaned as she went up and down slowly, me doing what little thrusting I could do, wanting to cum so badly. While she fucked me, she rubbed her cleavage with the red panties.

"Oh, I….uh…bet…oooo….you….would….mmm…..uh…like these, wouldn't you?" She said dangling them in front of me as she went up and down.