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Moving Day

By: SpencerAlanMacLeod



Foreword

Originally, this was titled "Moving Day" and then, for a brief time, it was titled "First Time Hand Job". Having tried it as both I prefer "Moving Day".

So if you have read it before, please be advised of these changes.

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My ex and I had a tumultuous relationship at the best of times. I am mostly a top and she didn't have enough experience or desire to care one way or the other. If I had never touched her, she'd have been a happy camper. But that isn't my way.

All that being said; I had taken some years to get to know what she was aroused by. The fact that I knew this irritated her to no end.

She was shorter than I, fit and fiery (when not completely stressed out). Her dark hair hung shoulder length above her slim build.

I was of an average height and weight with natural blond hair and a driven personality type which I masked with an easy charm. 

I was whatever it took to get the job done, provided it wasn't illegal or immoral.

While we had talked about female domination before this event, it was really the first time we enacted any of my submissive fantasies. 

I would have preferred to dominate her but she would only endure my touch intermittently. So this idea came up and eventually we acted upon it.

It was one of the hottest times I ever had. Even now I become aroused thinking about it. 

Moving Day 

Chapter One

A Division of Labour

We were moving and she wasn't happy about it, not even a little. It was of little consequence that she had an equal say in the matter. She had wanted to move out on the day when we first moved in. All that mattered was that she was being called upon to work.

She was letting me know in no uncertain terms that her anger and frustration weren't going to be assuaged by any gesture on my part.

So, seeing an opportunity, I took advantage. (Who says I couldn't be seriously masochistic upon occasion?).

I suggested that we divide the work between us. I would perform the actual moving, along with whomever I could coerce into helping. She would pack everything into easy to carry boxes on the night before the big day.

She reluctantly agreed, so I pushed it one step further. 

I said, "If you are going to be packing, you really don't want my help anyway."

She agreed with this too, as I usually packed the boxes much too heavy.

"So why don't you tie me nude to the easy chair in front of the T.V. and torment me for the next couple of hours?" I asked.

She thought about it and seemed on the verge of refusal. So I upped the ante.

"All you'd have to do is use the cuffs and quick lock/release straps to tie me down. Then you could arouse me to painful hardness every fifteen minutes or so," I soothed.

I tried the voice of sweet reason on her, "You know how you always push too hard and don't give yourself enough breaks," I tried the voice of sweet reason on her.

My heart was beginning to beat faster and my breath shortened as I could see her mull over this concept.

My stomach did a bit of a flip as she said "Strip!"

Fastest down to skin I ever did. I jumped into the easy chair and spread my legs over its arms. Then I pushed the back of the chair into a semi reclined position and raised hands above my head.

I sat quietly as she cuffed my ankle with a leather restraint and threaded the quick lock/release strap under the chair to the other side where she repeated her activity. My ankles were now effectively locked wide and comfortable.

She cuffed both my wrists with leather again (I have a thing for black leather). She hooked them together with another strap and then connected it to the strap under the chair which locked my ankles together. 

A final tug on both straps and I was at her mercy.

The whole thing took less than five minutes and left me both quite helpless and completely available. Because the back of the chair declined slightly, her locking my wrists to my ankles had the effect of presenting my very available unit to her every whim.

I found my breathing coming in short, quick gasps and I was trembling slightly, with anticipation. My penis was already semi hard, at the thought of her cruel hands, and the relentless struggle she was going to put me through.

I could see that she was secretly pleased at my nudity, as well as my willingness to submit to her.

Her green eyes became glassy and her mouth was drawn into a sharp line, as she observed my helpless state. She absently drew her hair back to one side with casual disdain. This one gesture let me see how much she enjoyed this power exchange, yet she would have died before acknowledging it. 

Normally, she tried to never let me see what she was feeling and if I hadn't been a very perceptive guy, I'd have gone on thinking she really cared about me (instead of the lifestyle I had led).

But now that I was helpless and available; the charade could end for a couple of hours. That I had suggested it, made it all that much sweeter.

Now, the struggle for power could be shown nakedly and in earnest.

Now she had an advantage I could not overcome (nor did I particularly want to, at that point).

Chapter Two

It Begins

"One more thing," she said calmly.

She went to the kitchen and I could hear her rummaging through the kitchen drawer. Returning with a roll of duct tape and scissors, she cut off a short length and approached me.

Bending toward me, she applied the tape to my closed mouth.

She warned me ominously "If the tape comes off; the games end." 

Then she stepped back and put her hands on her tiny hips in a position of utter confidence and contempt. 

She was going to have a good time at my expense. And I was going to entertain her with my struggles; whether I wanted to or not.

Even though we had not done anything like this before; I figured my tolerance for suffering would be much greater than her tolerance for dishing it out; I never worried about a safe word. In retrospect, it was an arrogantly stupid assumption on my part. I am fortunate that it ended as well as it did.

Going to the bedroom, she returned quickly with a large bottle of lubricant and a face cloth. She placed these on the table beside my chair for easy access later on.

"No point in messing up the furniture," she observed brightly.

Sitting on the end of the arm of the chair inclined the chair and had the effect of restricting me even further. But she saw this and it actually added to the intensity of the experience for both of us.

So, she sat on the edge of the arm chair and grasped my penis firmly and aggressively. Immediately, I felt aroused and slightly overwhelmed. 

A few minutes of kneading my privates and stroking them brought about an iron hard erection. I felt both ashamed of this and proud that I could open to her in this way.

A few more minutes of gentle stroking brought about struggles on my part. It was inevitable that I would do this. I was learning to show her my passionate responses and I would have to keep doing it if I wanted her to play again. 

Her cruel hands tormented me and she was obviously pleased at my reactions.

Then, getting up without a word or glance, she went to pack.

I gasped inwardly, at the shock of having her, first nearly on top of me; then walking away as I gave myself to her without reservation. The overall effect; left me both hard and feeling vulnerable. 

I thought excitedly to myself "This is too hot!" 

My eyes followed her as she went about the room, sorting and packing.

After a couple of minutes, it was apparent that she was going to ignore me. So I turned my attention to the T.V. directly in front of me. There was some movie on and I quickly allowed myself to become distracted by it.

"So far, so good!" I fervently hoped. 

Things were going along in a predictably exciting way. Those rare times I had ever thought of submitting were, of course, tailor made by me. I was "topping from the bottom" and only in my mind. None the less, this situation was going right where I thought it would.

After fifteen minutes (according to the clock within my view); my tormentor returned. And I was helpless to do anything but submit to her cruel and calculating will.

Once again, she sat on the edge of the chair arm. Once again, this restricted me to a more rigid position.

She smiled ruthlessly down at my helpless and bound figure. I took a deep breath and readied myself to endure her indignities (and after all, I had asked for them).

She grasped my now semi hard unit with her right hand and stroked it maliciously. I inadvertently groaned and pulled with futility against my bonds.

Chapter Three

First Application

It was at this point that she stopped touching me momentarily. Then, she took the bottle of lubricant and squeezed a handful into her right palm.

She leaned over and placed the bottle back on the table. The she turned slightly toward me and grasp my very hard erection with her creamy right hand.

The cool and slippery feeling of her slick hand contrasted sharply with her aggressive manner. The whole thing was very arousing. My heightened position of helplessness, her slick hand and her calculating demeanour, almost ended everything, before it began.

It took a concerted effort of will not to shoot my load right then and there. Moreover, it showed and she seemed to relish it. Deliberately she ran her hand firmly and quickly over the length of my engorged and very sensitive penis, including the bulbous head of my member (which threatened to burst at her very touch).

I groaned beneath the gag and pulled helplessly while she watched. It was her task to torment me, and mine to show her how much it affected me.

Just when I thought I'd let go; she stopped touching me all together.

My eyes shot up to her, and I found a bemused smile on her face. She really seemed to enjoy this part of my suffering. She could raise my arousal and I could do nothing but be aroused by her.

After a couple of minutes; she started again and I was helpless against it. 

"This is really, too good to be true!" I thought excitedly to myself.

Then her hand moved briskly from the base of my penis to the head of it, and without pause, she ran her hand up and over my sensitive glands. This elicited a spasm from me. I bucked against her hand and she smiled again.

It was an inadvertent reaction on my part but she took great delight in causing it, time and again. 

That I grunted and moaned from behind my gag didn't seem to offend her, despite her admonishments. I got the distinct impression that she rather enjoyed the sounds of my futile struggle. That they further showed her position of absolute power over me was apparent to both of us.

I thrashed about within my restraints as she took her delight in tormenting her plaything. Her eyes were narrower and hotter than I'd ever seen them. Her half open mouth showed just a hint of a smile, as she made me buck and struggle. She bent to her task and all I could do was enjoy it.

I found I was both longing to please her and at the same time; do to her what she was doing to me.

Twice more she tormented me to the brink while she sat there, so completely in control. Each time she would stop before I climaxed.

Her eyes never left my privates except to roam to my face. It was as if she was telling me silently, that I was but her plaything.

Then she got up, wiped off her hands on the face cloth and walked away without a backward glance.

Chapter Four

The Rhythm

Again, my attention returned to the silly movie and away from my throbbing erection and the desired release.

Another fifteen minutes passed and again she returned. Once more, my unit had flagged and was only semi hard.

"So, laying down on the job, are you?" she questioned sarcastically.

"Well, let's see if we can't do something about that!" she snapped harshly.

She was obviously warming to her assignment, as I was to mine.

Sitting on the chair arm again produced a tightening of the ropes. And again I was even more helpless and available to her cruel whims. Later, I would find out just how cruel she could be.

Another palm full of lubricant on my erection and a few pulls had the desired effect for both of us. I was very hard and she was again rewarded by my helplessly aroused struggles.

This time she smiled a knowing smile, as I struggled against her cruel indignities. 

"I remember what you like the most?" she said to me with an evil little grin.

My breathing was now coming in short sharp gasps and I felt more fear than desire, as I waited helplessly to hear what she would do next.

"It's the rhythm for you, slave!" She menaced sharply.

I groaned and tried to look away as she started.

"Oh no, you don't. Look at me!" she demanded, "Look at what I'm doing to you, slave!" she said with great authority and relish. 

She'd never said anything about role playing before and the way she dragged out the last word made my stomach clutch. Gone was the repressed female who wanted nothing to do with the sensual side of marriage.

"Who was this person and what had they done with my wife?" I thought wryly.

My stomach did flip flops but I tilted my head slightly forward and did as she told me.

My erection ached and pulsed as she stroked it in the manner I had once told her worked best on me, once I was aroused to iron hardness.

"Two short fast strokes, immediately followed by a long slow one," I had said, "Then pause slightly and repeat." 

I had admitted it to her in a casual conversation a couple of years earlier "Mostly, I am a top but every once in a while I feel like being a sub. I don't really want to do this but at the same time I sometimes feel like I need it. Oh, and I wouldn't want to come for a long time, first (were I to actually do this)."

I had found it to be a slightly uncomfortable topic, and I had conveniently forgotten the entire conversation, until now. 

At the time I didn't really believe she'd ever be in a position to do anything about it, so I'd felt safe in divulging that little secret. Now my words had come back to haunt me and I was powerless to stop her. And what was truly horrifying, was that a part of me did not really want to.

A short and fast stroke followed another short and fast stroke which was then followed by a long slow grip which slid up the entire length of my throbbing and sensitive penis. 

I gasp and moaned behind my gag while she watched my muted and restricted thrashing.

I felt my body giving into the insistent need she was cajoling out of me. I was merely her plaything, only a toy to be watched and amused by. 

I was almost there when she stopped again. I looked at her questioningly, as she cleaned her hands but she seemed to ignore me, at first.

Then she snapped over her shoulder, as she walked away "That ought to hold you for a bit!" 

She went off to continue packing now stating loudly and aggressively how very angry she was and how very "put out".

My erection called to her and while I hated that, I also wanted what she was doing to me, to continue.

Chapter Five

Forced Frenzy

Still another fifteen minutes went by. Then again, my struggles were to be on display for her. Over and over this went on, for the next two hours!

Finally, as the movie was reaching its climax, she returned and sat as she had before. But this time there was something different in her attitude.

Grabbing my now continuously hard erection for the umpteenth time, she quietly said to me "It's time, slave."

My pulse sounded loud in my ears and I seemed unable to catch my breath. Deliberately, her cruel hands worked their terrible magic upon my sensitive genitals.

"You may not come, until I tell you to," she said with great seriousness "If you do, I will punish you like this!" 

Then she grasped the base of my hardened penis with one hand as she suddenly reared her other hand back and slapped my erection twice, quickly but contemptuously. 

First it was a forehand that was followed by a stinging backhand. My erection softened slightly. I shrieked behind the gag as the pain of her unexpected blows lanced through me.

"Oh, and by the way, feel free to make any noise you want" she added maliciously, as she grinned at my suffering.

Suddenly, I remembered the other thing I had said to her in that conversation so long ago.

"My greatest fear and desire are the same. I need to be forced to orgasm and then, while my penis is still hard and sensitive, I need to have it stroked from its base to the top," I had confessed to her.

"The touch must be very soft and light or I'll jerk myself into a serious injury," I cautioned "Also, if I know its coming; that would heighten the intensity of the experience."

I looked up to her cruel face above my helpless and struggling body and my unspoken accusation hung between us.

"Yes" she confirmed "You'll be getting strokes after you come!"

Obviously, she hadn't forgotten. 

I groaned and shook my head "What had I gotten myself into?" All my doubts rose to the surface and she saw this too.

"Oh, I'll only give you ten!" she cooed lightly, while a mischievous grin danced about the corners of her mouth.

I tried to tell her that I was too sensitive now; that she might hurt me and I wouldn't be able to move us the next day. But my gag made any intelligent conversation impossible. 

I was nearly in a frenzy to stop this cruel train wreck I had engineered. But there was no backing down now. Not with the voice of logic nor reason, anyway.

She was caught up in her passion and it was obvious she wasn't going to listen to anything I had to say.

I had gotten myself into this and I was going to see it through; whether I wanted to or not.

Freed from her warning to remain silent, she soon had me grunting and moaning loudly in passion and terror.

At one point, as I neared the end, I shook my head in a blatant gesture to indicate I wasn't to be stroked! But she just smiled malevolently, nodded her assertion right back at me, and continued. 

Oh, I was going to suffer for her amusement; of that there was no doubt. I was her plaything and I was going to climax and be tormented with the softest of caresses. She was really into this and there was nothing I could do about it.

It was too much. All of it was simply too intense and I suddenly found myself racing down that hard path to its violent and predictable end. I pulled hard on my restraints and leaned toward her as much as I could (and that wasn't much). My penis was full of delicious sensations and wild desire. I was an animal, grunting with each stroke. I was filled with both needing and fearing what was to come next.

When I climaxed, it was hard, violent and I roared as I shot my load. Up onto my chest it went. On and on, my erection, jerking up and down as it pulsed rhythmically. My eyes watched her hand move along the length of my oh-so-sensitive shaft with utter domination. 

At the moment she was leaving the head of my erection alone but I knew that would change momentarily.

As climaxes go; it was one of the most intense I ever experienced and when it was over, it left me spent and exhausted. It also left my still hard unit very much available to her manipulations. 

Worse, I was still under her control and I had made it very clear that when I was being stroked that I was to be shown "no mercy". 

Her face had gone cold and her eyes glowed victoriously, as she pumped my member. She drank in my surrender to her cruel manipulations.

Now I was in for it.

Chapter Six

Strokes

My head flopped back onto the chair and I relaxed slightly while staring off into space. My respite wasn't to last long.

She asked, as if from what seemed like far away "Are you ready?"

My head jerked forward and my wide eyes pleaded with her. I mumbled my protests through the gag.


Moving Day



She looked back at me with her still unsatisfied desire reflected in hot eyes. With grim determination, her right hand gripped the base of my spent but still agitated erection.

"Oh yes" she responded vehemently to my protestations "We'll be starting now!"

Up went her hand over my still sensitive shaft. She didn't even pause when she reached the head of my penis. Instead, she brushed over it ever so slightly.

The effect was like a wire brush on my chest under ordinary conditions. It was intense and uncomfortable. I yelled through my gag and vainly tried to pull away, with no success.

"One" was all she said. But her face was a study in taking delight from another's suffering.

Her hand dropped to the base of my member again. I looked at her fearfully and shook my head.

"Two" was followed by her hands excruciating travels over the length of my now suffering manhood. I bucked and groaned. 

My useless protests seemed only to fuel her desires. And no small wonder there; she was still aroused!

"Three" she said ominously. And before I was ready, her hand sent me into another spasm of pain and discomfort. 

It was hard to think straight but I had to find a way to end this. Of course, from her perspective; it was all good because I was still her plaything, and that was the key! 

"Satisfy her and end this now!" I thought desperately.

"Four!" she commanded and again I jerked against her painful manipulations. 

She was having a great time and there was little I could do to stop her. I gestured as much as my restraints would allow. And I mumbled through the gag.

She smiled down at me, a cruel smile, and ripped the tape away from my mouth.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" she asked.

"Let me lick you there!" I gasped out, desperate to have her stop.

She smiled and time stopped briefly and she pretended to mull over my compromise.

"All right...after I'm done!" she cried triumphantly.

"Oh no, please no more!" I yelled out.

"Oh yes, we'll be going the distance on this one, and then you'll satisfy me with that tongue you are so proud of!" she said with much relish. 

Her face was a study in cruelty and passion. It didn't matter to her how she had arrived here. All that mattered were her desires. And right now, they were all about making me suffer.

She gripped my erection and made ready. It was a show of possessiveness, as much as anything. Oddly enough I found myself helplessly drawn to it.

"Five" she said quietly. Her hand shot up my shaft and over the glands.

I yelled my protest and pulled my head as far forward as I could.

"No, No!" I asserted "Enough!"

But it wasn't enough for her; and that was all that mattered.

"Six" she said and this was followed by her cruel hand causing me discomfort again.

"I'm going to go out of my mind!" I thought as I heaved helplessly against her cruelty.

"Seven" she now uttered this, as if it was a sentence being carried out, with her most imperious tone of voice.

As her relentless hands worked their torment upon me; I spasmed about. The cuffs I had thought so comfortable, worked the restraining magic upon me and I was unable to move away from her. 

"Eight" she cried out, her voice rising up now.

Unable to even move my hips away from her touch, all I could do was watch, protest uselessly and feel her tormenting me to what was, apparently, her hearts delight.

""Nine" she said with growing intensity. Her face neared mine and she seemed to be feeding off of my fear now.

"Ten!" she exulted as I thrashed about spasmodically.

"Shall I continue?" she asked sarcastically.

I vehemently cried out "No, please, no more, I'll do whatever you like! Just stop now!"

"All right," she cooed lightly, "But remember; when I untie you; you are still mine to do with, as I see fit...and you owe me a licking, slave!"

I humbly agreed to her assertion, although I wasn't aroused anymore. If I wanted her to play again, I would go along with this.

She let me loose and I went to use the washroom. 

When I had returned, she was nude and watching T.V. on the easy chair with one leg insolently over the chair arm as mine had been. Her genitals were swollen and her fire was obviously unabated.

In that chair where I had just been her abject slave; she was now the master. 

What happened then? 

Well that's another story.



Moving Day



It was moving day at last. The movers had taken the big items that morning and we spent the day loading all the boxes in the rental and the car on the trailer. Our new house was six hours away. We were exhausted. The plan was to drive as much as we could and then stop and get a hotel room for the night. We drove for about an hour and a half and then stopped for dinner. After dinner we got back on the road hoping to put in at least another hour before stopping for the night.

"I found all your sex toys in the closet," Sara said after we got back on the road.

Fuck, I forgot about those. Sara had packed all of the boxes while I was at work.

"I forgot about those, I'll get rid of them," I replied.

"That's not what I meant. I want to know about them. Do you use them?" Sara asked.

"That's BS (Before Sara). Don't worry, I'll get rid of them when we get to the new place," I answered.

"Just tell me about them. There were a couple that I hadn't seen before. Did you use all of those things? Who did you use them with?" Sara inquired.

I told Sara that they were items that Denise and I acquired. Sara knew about Denise but I hadn't told her about our sex lives. At first I was reluctant to say too much about Denise and I. Sara and I hadn't talked much about sex. But I was tired and Sara kept prying so I told her everything. I told her how Denise and I were into fulfilling each other's fantasies. I told Sara that my fantasies revolved around being dominated and Denise's involved sex with others. I told Sara about everything. About the bondage, cbt, nipple torture, forced feminization, butt plugs, strap-on play, chastity, cuckold, golden showers, supervised masturbation and humiliation. I even told her about the puppy play.

"Is that something that you still want to do? Do you want me to dominate you like that?" Sara asked.

"No, that's ok. I know that you're not like that." I lied.

"I don't know if I could do those sorts of things. But if that is what you really like, why did you start dating me when you knew that I wasn't that way?" Sara asked.

"No, that's all behind me. I can't believe it, we are only 60 miles away. I can't believe that we didn't stop. No sense in stopping now. Let's spend the night in our new home. And wake up tomorrow in our new home," I said while thinking of my days with Denise.

We didn't unpack a thing when we got to the new house. We slept on the floor. We had sex on the floor also. Both when we got there and in the morning. I was so horny after our four hour sex talk.

"Judging by your performance last night and this morning, it is clear to me that you still have submissive desires. The sex was like when we first started dating," Sara commented the next day.

"It wasn't that," I said as I left the room to get another box out of the truck.

The next couple of weeks were spent with Sara unpacking boxes and I was painting. I couldn't find the sex toys but I didn't want to ask Sara where they were. We took a break Saturday night and went out to dinner to celebrate our move. It was a small French restaurant about 30 minutes away that was recommended to me by someone at work. Normally, Sara only has one glass of champagne but this night she had three and it was obvious that she was wasted.

"You're not getting tired, are you?" Sara said on the drive home.

"No, I'm fine," I said.

"I know what will wake you up," Sara said as she pinched my nipple. She had never done that before. It caught me off guard and I pulled away.

"Was that too hard?" Sara asked.

"No, it's just I wasn't expecting it," I replied.

"Do you like that?" Sara asked as she pinched my nipple again.

"Yes I do like that," I responded.

"Tell me if I'm doing it to hard. Should I do it harder?" Sara asked.

"You can do it harder," I answered.

"I have a surprise for you tonight. You are going to be my slave for the next 24 hours. You have to do everything that I say," Sara said as she pinched my nipple harder.

"I like the sounds of that," I answered.

"Do like my outfit?" Sara asked.

"I told you before dinner that you make that dress look great," I reminded her.

"But you didn't see all of it. Look" Sara said. I looked over to see Sara had lifted her dress to reveal that under the dress she was wearing a garter and stockings but no panties.

"Wow!" I was amazed both that Sara had dressed like that and that she was revealing herself while we were driving down the road where she might be seen.

"Maybe someone driving by will see my pussy. Does the thought of another man looking at my pussy turn you on? Let me see?" Sara said as she unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard on.

"It really does turn you on. Remember, you have to do everything that I say for the next 24 hours. We are going to ride the rest of the way home like this. My pussy will remain in view for any passerby to look at and your, or I should say my, cock will remain exposed for my viewing pleasure," Sara said as she returned to pinching my nipple.

I adjusted my speed to avoid pulling along side someone. But Sara had me pull up along side a big rig truck. When we got home, Sara had me strip in the garage and wait for her while she ran in the house. Sara returned to the garage wearing only her garter, stockings and heels. She had me put arms behind my back and I could feel her put the handcuffs on.

"I can't have you playing with my cock. Here, these will help you focus," Sara said as she put a clothespin on each nipple. "Is this what you like? I bet you wish that trucker was here right now. You would like to watch me fuck that trucker wouldn't you?" Sara asked as she walked me in the house.

"I don't know. I'm not sure," I answered.

"Wrong answer," Sara said as she slapped my cock which made my cock harder. "Oh, you like that," she said as she slapped my cock again and again. "Whenever I ask you a yes or no question, you answer yes, understand?" Sara instructed me while still slapping my cock.

"I understand but if you keep slapping my cock I'm going to cum," I said. Seeing Sara dressed like that, talking like that, the handcuffs, the clothespins, and the cock slapping was all getting to me.

"Oh no you don't. You don't cum unless I give you permission. Now come with me," she said as she led me to the bedroom. Spread out on the bed were all of the sex toys.

"Now you are going to explain to me what each item is used for," Sara said reaching for the racquet ball paddle. We went through each item and I explained the purpose of each. Sara liked the pink shoelace so much that she laced my cock with it.

"And this, what is this? Except for the shoelace, I had a pretty good idea what most of this was for. Except this thing, I can't figure out what this is," Sara asked holding up my CB2000.

"That is a chastity device. My or, your, cock gets locked in it. It assures that I don't cum without your permission. It is also a constant reminder of my submission. It is also used for behavior modification," I answered.

"How is it used for behavior modification?" Sara asked.

"Denise wasn't much into inflicting pain. So what she would do instead was to punish me by keeping me locked up longer for bad behavior. I had to earn my release. If I performed perfectly, then I was released every two weeks. Days were added for bad behavior," I explained.

"Let me get this straight. You get turned on by not having sex while she was out screwing anyone she wanted to?" Sara asked with a grin.

"That was her rule," I admitted.

Sara kept the handcuffs on me all night. She did let me worship every inch of her body with my mouth but she wouldn't allow me inside of her. She tied my legs to the bed and left the cuffs on to make sure that I didn't jerk off during the night.

I didn't sleep much. She untied my legs in the morning but wouldn't remove the cuffs. She held it for me so that I could pee. I spent the day nude with my hands cuffed behind my back while she was dressed. She had me show her on the computer several different sites where she could find out more about female domination. Throughout the day, she had me perform oral sex on her. While she watched t.v., while she talked on the phone, and while she was on the computer. My nipples, cock and balls were abused throughout the day.

At the end of the day, she released the cuffs. I put some clothes on to go outside for my Sunday night cigar. That was our Sunday night routine. She would watch her t.v. programs while I smoked a cigar.

"What are you doing?" she asked as I poured my single malt scotch to go with the cigar.

"I was going outside to have my cigar while you watch your programs," I answered.

"Not dressed like that your not. I haven't given you permission to dress or cum yet. You can go outside but no clothes and no playing with my cock," Sara told me.

Without another word, I took my clothes off, kissed and thanked her and went outside. It was dark outside and I didn't think that anyone would be able to see me.

The next day, I brought home a dozen roses to Sara. She let me inside of her as soon as I came home. After we talked of the previous day's activities. I told her that I really enjoyed and appreciated her doing that. She said that she could tell by my hard on how much I was enjoying it. She said that she wouldn't guarantee anything but she was considering dominating me some more. Sara wanted to know if she had hurt me or if I was ok with the trucker looking at her. This was all music to my ears.



Moving Day



Heat caused the air to shimmer. Shannon had been enjoying the Indian summer. She was on holiday from university and after working for most of the summer months she had decided to take September off from work and just relax. Unfortunately it was now time to go back to university. She had found a tiny one bed flat and today was moving day. Her boyfriend Sean had offered to help her move as she didn't have a car. Shannon planned to reward him for all his hard work but first they had to carry her things up to the second floor and unpack the essentials.

After a half hour of carrying things and making the bed and setting up the TV they were both sweaty and tired. Shannon's tight white vest was clinging to her full breasts and her short denim shorts were just the right side of legal. Sean couldn't help staring as Shannon stretched, trying to work out the kinks in her back. He walked up behind her and began to massage her back and shoulders. He moved aside her long blond hair as he began to nuzzle her neck. Grabbing her hips he pulled her back against his growing erection. Shannon wiggled against him before pulling away. 

"I'm feeling really dirty. I think I need a shower," she said as she pulled off her vest and dropped her shorts to reveal a white lace half bra which revealed her nipples and a tiny white thong. She knew that Sean loved to see her in sexy underwear and Shannon loved surprising him with her sexy new underwear. She allowed Sean to look his fill before slowly removing her bra and thong and strolling into the bathroom, throwing Sean a flirty look over her shoulder. 

Shannon climbed in the shower, set it to the right temperature and waited for Sean to join her. It wasn't long before a naked Sean appeared in the doorway. Shannon loved the sight and feel of his naked body. Sean wasn't that tall, maybe 5ft9inches tall but she was only 5ft3 inches so they fit together well. He was really into sports which gave him a well muscled body. All that time spent outdoors had given his light brown hair blond highlights. Shannon just loved to run her fingers through his hair. 

Shannon reached up and pushed her wet hair back from her face. Her heavy breasts rose with the movement, her pink nipples hard and inviting. Sean climbed into the shower with her and pulling her naked body against him began to kiss her. Shannon moaned at the feel of her nipples rubbing against his chest. They both pulled away at the same time, not wanting things to get so intense so quickly. 

Shannon reached for the shampoo and began rubbing it into her hair. Sean moved close, his erection nudging against her stomach as he took over rubbing in the shampoo. The feel of his fingers in her hair was so sensual that Shannon just rested her head against his chest and savoured the feeling. Finally she moved under the showerhead, rinsed out the suds and moved to Sean to repeat the favour. Pressing close and rising on tiptoes she shampooed his hair. After rinsing his hair they shared another intense kiss before reaching for the shower gel. Sean dribbled the coconut scented gel onto Shannon's chest. He rubbed the gel into her skin creating suds which slid down her wet stomach and into the curls between her legs. The blond curls glistened with suds, water and Shannon's arousal. Sean massaged Shannon's breasts, holding their weight in his hands and thumbing the nipples. 

He continued rubbing shower gel over her stomach before kneeling down and washing her legs. Sean nudged Shannon's legs apart and spreading her pussy lips he leaned in to tongue her clitoris. He ran his tongue around it before stabbing it repeatedly. He then began to suck it strongly while pushing two fingers into Shannon. Moaning with pleasure Shannon leaned back against the shower wall. Shannon knew she was on the verge of coming and pushed Sean away. She wanted to come with him inside her. She grabbed hold of his erection and began to stroke it. She stroked up and down, squeezing lightly as she reached the tip. She increased the pace of her stroke before Sean grabbed he by the waist, pressed her against the tiles and allowed her to slide down onto his throbbing erection. Her weight forced her down hard, Sean was in so deep Shannon clenched her muscles hard. That started her orgasm as Sean started thrusting into her. He kept thrusting through her spasms, burying himself deep inside her with each thrust before finally he came, spurting hotly inside her. He pulled out and allowed her to slide to the floor. Turning off the shower they stepped out and dried off before hearing to the bedroom and collapsing on the newly made bed.

"Thanks for helping me move," Shannon said as she looked over at Sean. 

"You are more than welcome," he replied.



Moving Day



Lee rang the doorbell and shifted the hefty weight of the box in her hands to her other hip. When Edward opened the door he had dust in his hair and a streak of white paint like a screaming slash across his forehead. He filled up the doorway, blocking Lee's entrance. "Um," she said, trying to peer around him into the apartment. Finally, the weight of the box propelled her forward and she stumbled inside, tripping over his feet and brushing up against him. She felt her right breast smash against his bicep as she practically fell into the apartment and the contents of the box spilled out.

"Nice going," Edward said as he bent over to pick up a few things. Before he could replace them in the box, his hand froze. 

"Oh, let me get that," Lee raced to shove all the box's previous contents back inside, and snatched at what was in Edward's hand.

Edward could tell whatever it was was making Lee very uncomfortable. She was cringing and covering her eyes a bit. "Lee, freeze. Don't touch me. If you move, you're going to be in a lot of trouble. Here you come into my new apartment and we haven't even started decorating and you've already made a mess."

"I know, Edward, but I brought in the wrong box and..." Flustered, Lee made a gesture as if to pick up the box and swap it with what was in her car.

"You brought the wrong box?"

"Yes, I just came from a party... I mean, from another... anyway, I had two boxes in my car. One is with all your decorating stuff. Please, Edward, let me go get it. It's really nice. I found all this Japanese stuff..."

Edward continued to eye the item in his hand. "But this looks Japanese, Lee."

Lee wished she could cave in on herself and tried once more to snatch it out of Edward's hand. "Edward, please. Just let me go and switch..."

Edward caught her skinny wrist in his hand and pulled her forward so that her face was inches from his. If she puffed out her lips, she could maybe brush up against him. "Forget it. Obviously, you don't want me to see what's in this box. Or what's come out of it. I'm your boss, so really, your business is my business, right? What if this was something that could damage our work somehow?"

"Oh, no, Edward, it's not. Really, I promise." But she sighed, sitting back and curling into a little ball. 

Edward said, "Good girl," and turned his attention back to what was in his hand. "What is this, Lee?" But she refused to speak. "It does look Japanese. Are you sure it's not for my apartment?" She shook her head furiously, then buried it back in her hands. "It's a very pretty box. I could put my shaving stuff in it maybe. Oh, wait, there's something inside of it!" He cracked the lid open and stifled a laugh. "So, what's this? Did you bring me paperweights?"

Lee was shaking her head again and looked quite miserable. "Yes, Lee, I know they are not paperweights." He took two round, metallic objects out of the box and rolled them around in his palm. "What are you doing with these, Lee? What would you be doing with them?"

"I, um... they're pretty..." 

Edward crawled over and held the two orbs in Lee's face. "What. Are. You. Doing. With. These?"

"Nothing!"

"You're lying to me. Get up."

She rose to her feet, staring at him warily. He grabbed her around the waist, from behind, and pressed the two silver balls into her stomach. She groaned. "Lee, why do you have these?"

"I... I don't know. Someone gave them to me."

"That box was brand new, I broke the seal on it. You had to have known what was inside."

"I thought it might look nice on my desk," she concluded feebly.

Edward slowly rolled the balls down the curve of her stomach and pressed them roughly into the gap between her thighs, pushing them up so they smashed into the seam of her jeans. "Stop lying to me. I could fire you for that."

"No, I'm not lying, I'm sorry!" She was breathless as he continued pushing up on the round objects as if he could shove them through her jeans and inside of her. With a final quick thrust, he tossed them into the corner of the room and Lee collapsed on the floor, gasping.

"So what else is in the box?" He rooted around for a moment and drew out his hand clasping a group of neon-colored candles tied with a beeswax ribbon. "Candles?" Lee nodded. "So maybe some things for my apartment got mixed up in this other box of yours?"

Lee paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, right. Candles. Those are for your apartment. Yep."

Edward of course noticed her hesitant expression. "Are these for me, Lee? You may not lie to me, you know that."

"Yee- ees, Edward."

"These candles. You bought these candles for me? These neon pink, neon green, neon blue candles. For your boss's new apartment. With a Japanese theme."

"Oh, damn it," she hissed to herself. "Edward, they're not... for you. Well, actually," she paused as an incredible image filled her head, but she shook it out. "Those candles are from... well, the same place as the, ahem, ornaments."

"What are they?"

"They're, um, ahem, low-body temperature heat candles."

"For what? Stop making me ask so many questions."

"OK, ok, they erm, they're made specifically for wax-play. Not, like the ripping off of hair, but the dripping kind. No ripping, just dripping, hahaha," Lee said, understanding she was sounding crazed.

"Dripping? Like on chianti bottles?"

"Ah, no. On, um, bodies. You drip the wax on someone's body. It's kind of like art. Ero... erotic."

Edward stared at the candles in his hand, their long wicks trailing his fingers. He untied the beeswax ribbon and they tumbled to the carpet. "Which is your favorite?"

"Oh, I don't know... um, pink. The neon pink one."

"Right. Like I didn't know that from the glurge of pink in your cubicle."

"Edward, please let me go get the stuff for you out of my car. You'll really like it, I think!"

"I want to see the rest of this. I had no idea about you, Lee."

"It's not for me..." she mumbled, but he cut her off with a look. 

The next thing he drew out of the box was a tiny jumble of black lace with a small packet attached. He turned it around in his hands, trying to make sense of it. "Lee? Is this... wait... is this... is this electric underwear? What the hell!"

Lee blushed so red she could feel her cheeks flaming. She bent almost prostrate on the floor, trying to focus her attention on picking at the carpet. "I don't know, Edward. Maybe. Someone put it in there."

"You didn't pick this out? Remember, you're not allowed to lie."

"Ok, um, yes. I did. They came, erm, highly recommended."

"What is it?"

"They're remote-operated panties, OK?" She snatched the tiny material away from him and held them out. "See, here in the, ahm, crotch, there's this little pocket. And this," she signaled the small packet that came on a detachable plastic cord, "is a remote. Someone puts this on, and someone can play with this."

"What!" Lee hadn't seen Edward this beside himself since it was free buffet day at the local Chinese restaurant. But he quickly brought himself under control.

"So, someone, let's say, you Lee," "No, not me, Edward." "Yes, you, Lee, would put these on. You'd drag them up your naked, silky thighs, and rest your little lips inside of it. They'd hug your body, perhaps get a little wet and start to stick up inside of you.. Maybe a few of those little hairs would peek out. They'd crawl up your behind and cup your butt."

Lee drew her hand across the back of her neck, refusing to make eye contact with Edward. "Then, someone, me, maybe, would be apart from you, and I'd push this. And then that tiny bit of material so close to your pussy, it would vibrate. And you wouldn't be able to do a thing to stop it. You would just cum all over yourself. Maybe in a staff meeting, you wouldn't be able to control it, because you're such a little slut. You're just begging to be fucked, to be stuffed with a hard cock, to have that pussy ripped open and held apart by a huge, rigid, thick cock. And because you're so out of control with your need for that, you got this, so that your slutty little mind can at least get yourself your orgasms, because that's all you can even think about."

"Edward!" Lee cried out, cringing from his outburst. He had crawled over to her and hissed the last of his words down into her collarbone. She was shaking and couldn't move, for fear she'd brush up against him. 

But he stood, and yanked her up as well. He thrust the panties into her hand, but not before he wrenched at the plastic cord, separating the remote from the material. He clasped that in his fist as he dragged her towards the back room. She could barely squeak out an "Oh, it's nice," before he roughly tossed her onto the bed.

Lee closed her eyes, praying for him to climb on top of her. "Yes, yes, it's finally happening," she intoned to herself. Instead, he glared at her. "Put it on."

"What?!" She wondered if it was a scream or a whisper.

"Put. It. On. Immediately."

He slammed the door, leaving her to her privacy, even though that was a bit of a joke when you considered what he was asking her to do. Then another horrible thought hit her- he was out there with the box! And the rest of the contents from that stupid party! Why did she go? Why did she buy so much? She knew why. At the party, as women talked about their husbands, boyfriends, or even girlfriends, and giddily loaded up, Lee thought of Edward. And what she wanted to do with him. And have him to do her, over and over and over again. So she bought. And now he was sitting there, pawing through juicy lubes and candy-colored condoms. 

"Lee, get out here!"

"Damn," she whimpered. How did she always get herself into these situations? Quickly, she pulled down her jeans. Then she wondered what to do. Put them on over her panties? Put them on under her panties? Not wear her panties? Not wear her jeans? Then the thought occurred to her, a little niggling whisper of, "Why not?" She might never get this chance with her boss again. And the party runner had said they came with a 30-day money back guarantee. If they didn't make her cum now, she could get her money back. Not that she'd probably ever do that! But well, what could the worst be? She dissolved into a giggling, blushing, dripping wet puddle in front of Edward? Well, chances are, if he laid a hand on her, she probably would anyway.

Not knowing what to do with her now-spare panties, she crammed them in her jeans pocket. She pulled on the new panties, liking the feel of the lace against her freshly shaved skin and the small ridges of the metal area in the crotch. Then she hiked up her jeans. Then she decided against it, and neatly folded them up on the bed. She imagined they were in her "spot" next to Edward. She wouldn't let herself dream of that fantasy just yet, she'd wait to see how this went first.

Edward was holding up a bottle of orange liquid, squinting at the ingredients list when she appeared, shyly standing behind his couch. "Front and center, Lee." She paraded around the side, still hovering unsurely. 

He pointed to the space on the carpet in front of him with his foot, signaling her to sit down. She did, and quickly curled up into a little ball. "Lee, come on. I want you to sit with your back against the couch, nice and straight. Good girl. Now, spread your legs open." When she hesitated, he fixed her with a glare. Slowly she dragged her socked feet apart, so that she was facing him like a triangle.

"So, let's see if you picked well. I mean, if whoever gave this to you picked well. You're not to move. I mean, you may move your lower body, OK, Lee? Nothing else. If you even try to move those panties with your hands, you're going to be in serious trouble." He held up the set of vampire gloves that he'd obviously found in the box. She shivered. "You're allowed to wiggle on the floor as much as you want," he said triumphantly, as if bestowing her a gift. She simply gritted her teeth and nodded, tensing for whatever might be. 

She heard the buzz more before she felt it. Her eyes were fixed on Edward's hand, and she saw him move his thumb to the "on" button before she felt the first vibrations. First, her entire pussy just felt slightly warm, as if all the soft, puffy flesh was shivering. Then, the tiny metal pieces in the cotton crotch seemed to expand, and poked directly between the top of her lips onto her clit. Involuntarily, she braced herself against the floor as her pelvis rocked upward. "Yes, Lee, show me how it feels."

Edward began playing with the different settings, noting what made Lee's breathing come faster or her thighs tremble and shake. She began breathing audibly, moaning, and mumbling Edward's name. "I can't... Edward, my god, I can't... oh... my... god... help me," she cried out loudly.

"I am helping you, Lee!"

He watched as her hands gripped and ripped at the carpet, small streaks of sweat beaded her flushed face, and her legs splayed open wantonly. She had lost all inhibitions, and was turning onto her stomach. "Don't move, Lee, get back into place!"

"No, Edward, I..." It was as if he wasn't even there. Just his hand on the remote. She flipped onto her stomach, at least turning so she faced away from Edward, giving him a view of her backside. The panties were scrunched up between her cheeks and lips, and he could see the flesh twitching there. She began to rub herself on the carpet, in time with the vibrations. Finally, she cried out, "I'm sorry, Edward, I can't..." and she broke his rule. She thrust her hand between her legs, and pushed two fingers inside of herself. She began to convulse on the floor, spread-eagle. "Edward, please, help me, fuck me, help me..." She was crying to herself.

Edward watched her for a moment, screaming his name, fucking herself right in front of him, driven mad by his own hand which wasn't even near her. Her shirt had become pressed up by her neck, and her breasts, which had tumbled out of her bra, were getting rug-burned. As he heard her nearing an orgasm, he tossed the remote to the side and approached her, loosening his belt.



Moving Day



My estranged husband and I have been separated for years but remain friends for the kids sake. Today he has to move from the apartment he's been living in to a cheaper place. Most of his family members are helping along with one of our older kids. I don't no why I volunteered to help, I mean I don't get along with anyone in his family and haven't seen them for years.

It is the middle of summer and hot as hell. I decided that is I was going to do this I would at least make sure I was as comfortable as possible. I chose to wear a pair of stretch pants, no underwear, and a skimpy tank shirt without a bra. 

We're separating into two groups. His sisters and mom are at the new place to organize what's being moved in, at least I didn't have to deal with his mom. Doug and his brother Mike are moving the items and our son and I are packing up the boxes for moving. There's beer here for Doug and his brother but since I feel so awkward I've been sipping the beer also when nobody is looking. 

Doug's ready to leave with the second load and there's probably one left to do. Mike ended up hurting his one hand slightly so our kid offers to do the moving and Mike's staying here to help me finish packing the last items. I pick up a beer and drink the last few large gulps, this is going to be uncomfortable being alone with Mike. The sips I had already taken have given me a buzz and I was feeling pretty good. I grab another beer and it's time to finish the packing.

Mike and I pretty much ignore each other, not even making small talk. I go to take a few remaining things off a high shelf, being short I stepped on a stool to help me reach. As I turn to get down I lose my balance and Mike who just happened to be walking past me catches me and we both fall to the floor, my landing flat on top of him. With the amount of beer we both had, we start laughing and I tell him this is kinda like a dream I had shortly after Doug and I were married. Mike asked what the dream was about and I told him I dreamt that he and I had been left alone like this and we had sex.

Mike wrapped his arms tighter around me and asked me to tell him exactly what we did in my dream. I just smiled and said, "All I'll tell you is that you thoroughly enjoyed it." Mike put his one hand behind my head and said, "OK, don't tell me, show me." He pulled my mouth to his and kissed me.

I guess it must have been the beer combined with the fact I hadn't been with anyone in quite awhile, that kept me kissing him back. Our tongues dancing in each others mouths, sucking each others tongues. His hands started groping my ass as I grounded my hips against his and could feel the bulge in his pant growing, getting harder and pressing against my crotch. I pushed myself up, straddling him and he sat up and pulled my shirt off. He started fondling and sucking my tits as I worked to get his shirt off. I kissed his chest and nibbled on his nipples while running my hands up and down his back and sides. He pulled at my pants as I did his. We got our pants off and I went to work enjoying the feel and taste of his big cock. Stroking him with my hand as I licked the sides and sucked on the head. Sucking the pre cum into my mouth.

Mike had me position myself so that I was sitting on his face while continuing to deep throat him. He fingered my already wet pussy, exploring every crevice with one hand and shoving his other fingers inside me. Mike's warm tongue felt like a live wire when it started licking my pussy. My whole body began to tingle as he tongue fucked me, licked my ass and sucked my clit. I sucked him harder. Pressing my pussy hard down on his face, I came in moments, my juices being sucked into his mouth as I orgasm over and over again.

I reversed my position once again so that I was straddling his hips and slowly lowered myself onto his throbbing cock. After I had him all the way in I started riding the hell out of him, stopping occasionally to grind myself in circles so his pubic hair was tickling my clit. Mike pull me down flat on top of him and rolled us over so he was on top. He lifted my legs to his shoulders, holding my ankles, and I raised my hips so he could get maximum, total penetration. He pounded me hard and fast for minutes on end. I didn't know if I could handle the roughness but I wasn't about to tell him to stop. I pulled him toward me so I could kiss him again. My nails digging into his back as his balls spank my ass. He finally came, exploding deep inside me, his whole body jerked as he orgasmed and we simultaneously let out a satisfied low moan. I could feel his hot juices running out of me, oozing between my ass crack onto the floor. It felt like buckets of cum puddling beneath my ass. I held him as we caught our breath and our hearts slowed down.

"That was way better than the dream I had," I whispered.

"It's a shame we never had the opportunity to do this before," he smirked.

We both drank some more beer as we got dressed. Just in time too. We heard the door to the apartment open and we hurriedly began packing boxes as if nothing happened. Doug, looked over what was left to do and asked us why we weren't done yet. Then he noticed a wet spot on the floor and asked what that was from.

Mike and I just looked at each other, smiling slyly and Mike told him he spilled a little beer. Doug bought it and said nothing else. I couldn't believe he didn't notice the thick smell of sex in the apartment. Then as he and our kid took the already packed boxes to the truck, Mike and I smiled at each other again. Guess I actually get along with one member of his family.



Moving Day



It was nearly four-thirty in the afternoon when Heather finally got the food, dishes, pots and pans unpacked and put away. She had been working with her dad since about seven that morning loading up the rental truck and moving her stuff. Several friends lent a hand but as the day wore on they slipped away finally leaving just Heather and her father. She carried the last of the boxes marked kitchen over to the dumpster and on the way back realized she hadn't seen or heard from her father for at least an hour.

Stepping into her apartment she called out, "Dad?" When he didn't respond she considered raising her voice, but then decided to wander though the apartment. Sure enough she found him on her bed taking a nap. She wasn't surprised, her dad had been up late the night before flying in from a work trip and then started before sunrise helping her move. She went ahead and continued unpacking, but instead of dragging the box of stuff for the bedroom closet into the bedroom, she opened the box in the living room and carried the items from there.

Heather's plan seemed to work as she was able to unpack the box without waking her father. As she continued easing in and out of the bedroom she couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge in her father's shorts. Initially, it embarrassed her to see the obvious tent in his pants, but as she continued in and out of the room, a curiosity came over her. Several times between loads, she's paused in the room, walking around the bed in an effort to look up his shorts and see a bit more of him.

By bending some near the foot of the bed she could look up one of the legs of his shorts and see a bit of skin peeking through the stretched underwear. She felt an odd tingling between her legs as she continued peeking at him. In spite of the fact it was her dad, she was impressed with its size and firmness. Yeah, from the looks of this, her dad did not need that little blue pill, especially since her mom had gone through menopause and treated sex as an annoyance.

"Poor guy," Heather thought, "It's probably been years since someone, other than himself, had gotten him off. He's probably never had a decent blowjob in his life."

She headed into the living room, paused at the box thinking. After just a few seconds she walked over to the apartment door and locked it. She then crept into the bedroom and looked down at her father, still fast asleep on his back, his cock rock hard.

Her initial plan was to simply move in, unfasten his shorts and then get started as he was waking up, but she realized it would simply take too long to get to his cock that way. As loose fitting as his shorts were she realized all she really had to do was pull back on the elastic leg of his underwear and his cock would slip right out. She knew she wouldn't have a lot of time here since her dad was sure to wake up quickly. Her only real hope would be to make him feel so good that he'd simply be overcome, enough to block his natural tendency to avoid this contact with his daughter.

Heather slowly crawled onto the bed and positioned herself where she was kneeling above him, her head just inches above his tented shorts. He was still asleep, snoring lightly. Moving quickly, she eased her hands under his shorts, then quickly grabbed the elastic of his underwear, pulled it up and away from his cock and immediately slide her mouth over the head, sucking wildly.

Surprisingly he didn't immediately wake up and try to pull away. It was more of a slow easing into consciousness and then a slight pause as he moaned and enjoyed the sensations on his cock. By the time Heather's father realized what was happening, she had one hand cupping his balls, the other stroking his shaft while her head bobbed up and down, her tongue swirling over his sensitive skin.

She could already taste the bitter pre-cum from the tip of his cock when she felt him sit up and complain, "Heather, what are you doing?"

Quickening her stroke she pulled her mouth off his cock and said, "Don't stop me daddy, just enjoy it," immediately returning her mouth to his cock.

"But Heather, it's not right, you need to stop," he said as she pulled her hand from his balls and gently pushed on his chest. She heard him mumble, "Heather no," before he leaned back onto the bed.

Yes, it had been some time since her dad had felt anything like this because Heather felt his hips begin to rise as the tried to push his cock deeper. She heard him moan, "So good, it feels so good," just before she felt his cock suddenly thicken as he lifted his ass off the bed, arched his back and came, spurting his hot, salty cum into her mouth.

Backing her mouth off his cock so only the head was nestled between her lips, she swallowed her father's cum in several gulps. Feeling his body relax back down on the bed she lifted her mouth from his cock and gently ran her tongue down along the length of him, lapping up any spilled cum or saliva from his softening cock. She relaxed her head on his thigh and watched him soften, her fingers gently caressing his balls.

She might have drifted off to sleep then, but suddenly her father sat up, grabbed her arms and looked at her face. He then leaned forward and kissed her like he never kissed her before, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Pushing her onto her back she reached down and quickly pulled off her shorts and panties.

Before she could say a word, she felt her father's tongue dive deep into her dripping wet pussy. She felt him spread her legs with his firm grip on her thighs as his tongue lapped up her juices and then slid up to her clit. "Oh damn," she moaned as her father ran his tongue around her clit and the sucked it between his lips.

He was rough, but somehow tender too as he pressed his face to her pussy, his whiskers scratching her, but his tongue and lips caressing her with an incredible softness. His fingers pressed into her thighs, but everything else was so tender. She'd get close and then he'd change, letting her ease down a bit, then he'd bring her to the edge only to let her dangle a moment. When he finally let her cum she felt her muscles strain as she grabbed his head and pulled him too her, afraid he'd let the climax slip away once again. But no, no, deliciously no, not this time. This time his tongue, her father's tongue gave her a sensation she never knew could be so good as she squeezed her legs around him and came.

But it didn't end because he continued with his tongue and lips on her clit so she barely started her first orgasm before she felt herself slide into another and another. She moaned out, "Daddy, it's so good. I never knew..." she then quieted as she gasped for breath. Finally, he slipped his tongue away and pushed his fingers into her pussy to feel her contractions. He remained between her legs, his hot breath still exciting her, his fingers pushed deep inside her as the contractions subsided and she caught her breath.

She glanced down at his cock and noticed it was rock hard again. Wanting to feel that thick cock in her pussy she reached out for it just as her phone rang. The distinctive tone let her know someone was at the outer gate of the apartment complex wanting it. She grabbed her phone and answered, "Hello... oh mother, yes we are just about finished. Yeah, I'll open the gate now."

Glancing back down to her father's cock she noticed it had shrunk a bit. Sadly there'd be no time to experience any more of it today. She untangled from her father and both quickly dressed. She moved into the bathroom and closed the door while her father went out into the living room to greet his wife when she arrived at the apartment. 

Heather took a quick shower and then pulled on some clothes. She walked out into the living room where her mother and father sat on the couch watching TV. Her mother said, "I thought it would be nice to go out to eat tonight. So what do you think, Chinese, Italian or Thai?"

"Let's go for Thai," Heather replied, "and I'll buy."

Her dad replied, "No I'll pay tonight..."

"Dad, you've done enough for me today, it's my turn. Next time will be your turn, okay?" she said with a wink.

"That would be nice," was his reply.



Moving Day



Moving day is a hard time for even the best of people. Organization is thrown out the door as shit hits the fan, boxes are packed haphazardly, and the fuck-heads who promised to help unpack those boxes bail on you at the last second. Brian happened to know this experience first hand; his habit of throwing loud parties, rocking loud music, and encouraging his many girlfriends to scream his sexual prowess to the world had seen him thrown out of numerous apartments.

That was why, when he saw the half-empty U-Haul out front, and a luscious black woman with a much frazzled expression standing beside it, he didn't really mind offering his help. Matter of fact, he didn't mind at all.

Since he worked construction, picking up heavy boxes and carrying them up stairs wasn't much of a difficulty for him. Mischievous blue eyes, a single dimple, and muscles that roiled beneath his skin made him sure no woman would refuse his help. Maybe he could make a couple of bucks, or get a free meal.

He jogged across the road to the adjacent apartments and gave his new neighbor a friendly smile. Warm brown eyes and a hesitant smile greeted him, and Brian's hormones did a little dance. Man, did this chick smell good.

"Hi," he said, holding out his hand. "Brian Samuels. I live right across the street."

Taking his hand, the woman nodded. "Charlotte Olivette—Charlie. I'm still moving in." She gave the several boxes still on the sidewalk what Brian could only describe as a death glare, and then gave a frustrated sigh.

He grinned. "Yeah, it looks like it's coming along...nicely."

Charlie sent a half-hearted sneer his way, and Brian couldn't help but notice her lips, thick and soft, just like the rest of her. He wasn't usually into the thicker girls, but her ass and thighs were practically inviting him to take a bite. This was going to be interesting.

Running a hand through his blond curls, he shrugged. "Well, I'm not doing anything for the rest of the day, if you need some help."

"I really do, actually. Thanks so much."

Brian winked at her and grabbed for the nearest box, hefting it into his hands. "Which apartment's yours?"

"Third floor, left side," Charlie replied with a sheepish grin.

"Well, damn."

"The best part's that there's no elevator," she continued. She lowered her voice and gazed at him with her pretty brown eyes. "I really do appreciate your help, though."

That was a beguiling move if he ever saw one. "Now that's just cheating," he said, lowering his own voice and leaning towards her. "Trust me, you don't want to get into that with me."

The blush that fell across her brown cheeks only made Brian more interested, but he shifted the box in his arms and headed into the building.

Normally, one heavy box and three sets of stairs wouldn't have fazed Brian, but after the third one he was getting a little worried. "Okay, here's what I'm gonna do," he told her in her apartment, after emptying a glass of ice tea. "I'm gonna call in a few buddies of mine, see if this can't go a bit faster. Is that alright with you?"

"That's perfect," Charlie said, refilling his glass. "It'll give me time to start unpacking the boxes."

She took off her light jacket, and Brian started to think that maybe thicker girls were his thing. Charlie definitely had an ass most women would kill for, and that hourglass shape was beginning to make his mouth water. Reminding himself to think with the head on his shoulders—and not the one in his pants—he said, "The only thing is, they'll be wanting something for their work."

Charlie gave him a half smile, tossing her long curls over one shoulder. "Mama didn't raise no fool, now. If you don't mind me running to the store, I can get a meal started while you guys unload."

"You can cook?" Brian asked appreciatively.

"I'm a chef at the new Bells restaurant downtown."

Raising his glass of tea, Brian said, "Kudos to the cook." He pulled out his cell and called in three of his friends, promising them a free gourmet meal if they helped Charlie unpack. No one refused.

Within fifteen minutes, his buddies Michael, Jake, and Toby had arrived. They parked their cars in front of Brian's building instead of Charlie's to keep them out of the way. Introducing them to Charlie was a quick thing; she wanted to get to the store, and the guys wanted to hurry with the labor to get to the meal.

By the time Charlie was back with her groceries, the guys were lounging around on her couch and loveseat in front of an empty entertainment center, the only furniture in her living room. Brian was wrestling Michael when she walked through the door with full hands.

"Oh my God, this woman got beer," Toby said, taking one of the bags and peeking into it.

"And vodka, and wine," Charlie added, putting the bags on her kitchen counter. "Can one of you open the kitchen boxes and bring me some pots?"

Jake searched through the boxes on the dining room table while the other guys crowded the kitchen with Charlie. Brian hooked up Charlie's TV and went through a box labeled 'Movies and CD's', choosing Live Free or Die Hard with its kick-ass gun action. He turned the volume up high and peeked into the kitchen.

The smells that were already coming from whatever Charlie was concocting were making his mouth water. She had Michael washing potatoes and Toby cutting them while Jake stood off to the side, looking sheepish.

"Why aren't you helping?" Brian asked, looking around.

Charlie gave him a furious glance before turning back to the stove. "Idiot dropped a perfectly good bag of flour. He's lucky I was intelligent enough to buy two more."

"You bought three bags of flour?" Brian asked, incredulous.

"We've come to the conclusion that Charlie's a little crazy," Michael whispered exaggeratedly. He winked at her, his teeth white against his dark skin.

"Have you ever eaten balls, Michael?" Charlie asked, flipping a steak. "They're a delicacy in India, and yours are about to be fried in a first-class dish."

Brian and Jake burst out laughing.

"I'm not sure whether to be disgusted or turned on," Toby said.

"Try scared," Charlie answered.

The meal was served about a half-hour later, and Brian was glad. His stomach was growling painfully, and a few times he saw the other guys wince with hunger pains. They were appeased, however, with the three course meal Charlie had whipped up, and Brian was pretty sure he and the guys had died and entered culinary heaven.

A classic steak and potatoes meal was served, along with a fresh Caesar salad and several bottles of beer per person. Charlie had what the guys called a bitch-beer, a term she had never heard.

"What the hell is a bitch-beer?" she asked. She pushed a strand of curls out of her face and took a bite of potato. The guys looked at each other, grinning. "I'm not explaining," Jake said, shaking his head. He shoveled a forkful of food into his mouth and took a swig of beer. "I'm in enough trouble," he finished around the mush.

"Well," Brian said, looking at Charlie. "Bitch-beer is easy beer, the stuff that's not too hard. Like wine coolers."

"What's wrong with wine coolers?" she asked.

Michael snorted. "That's why they're called bitch-beer," he said.

"You ever wanna eat here again?" Charlie demanded.

"Who says I want to?"

"Boy, you know you love my food."

"Baby girl, I think I love you." He paused for a few seconds. "You got a man?"

"His name's BOB, and he probably reaches deeper than you ever could."

Suddenly, Toby started choking, his face growing a bright red. By the time Brian had pounded the piece of potato out of his wind pipe, his eyes were streaming with tears, but Toby just took a single deep breath and roared with laughter, almost falling off the chair.

"What the hell is so funny?" Jake asked.

Toby calmed a little and looked at Charlie. "Holy shit!"

"What?" Michael demanded.

"BOB," Toby wheezed, sitting back in his chair. "Stands for battery-operated boyfriend."

No one said anything for a few seconds. Then Michael said, "Well damn," and the table burst out laughing.

The meal ended with French vanilla ice cream and a Boston cream pie, and Charlie's dining room was christened with an ice cream fight. After the final clean up, they finished the movie, and each of Brian's friends kissed Charlie's cheek good-bye, with promises to return.

"You sure I can't convince you to be my girl?" Michael asked, caressing her cheek with one hand.

Charlie slapped him away. "You don't even who I am. I could be the bitch from hell."

"I have experience with those," Michael said, shrugging. "Besides, even if you are the bitch from hell, at least you're a bitch that can cook good food. You know how to make chitlins?"

Charlie gave him a friendly grin, then shoved him out the door, slamming it shut.

"Good job, Mike," Brian called from inside the house.

"She'll call me," Michael yelled back.

Brian laughed at the face Charlie made and helped her carry the dirty plates into the kitchen. One thing he knew that chicks loved was a guy that didn't mind cleaning up, so he promptly shooed his host out of the kitchen and proceeded to wash the dishes and wipe down the counters. Charlie hovered anxiously at the door until Brian handed her another beer and pushed her forcefully away.

When he walked into the living room twenty minutes later, she was lounging on the couch, downing the last of her beer. The TV was off, and instead she'd turned on the radio, listening to Seal croon a soft love song.

"Your kitchen is officially clean, my good chef," Brian said, plopping down on the love seat. Charlie gave him a soft smile, and Brian had to fight the sudden intense urge to kiss her.

"Thank you, seriously," she said, moving to the side of the couch closer to him. "For the packing. It would have taken me all day to finish unloading those."

"No problem. That meal was definitely worth it."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"We all did," Brian said. She gave him another smile, her dark brown eyes looking intently into his. Her tongue slid out to moisten her lips, and Brian figured he should leave before he did something he would regret.

"I better go," he said quietly, standing.

Charlie nodded and walked him to the door. "Thanks again."

Smiling, Brian started to close the door.

"Brian," Charlie called.

He opened it and looked back in. She was looking suddenly nervous, clasping her hands in front of her and looking the perfect picture of a school girl. If school girl's had her juicy hips and dick-sucking lips.

"Is there anything else I can do to thank you?" she asked, watching him.

Brian raised his eyebrows. If that wasn't the most blatant 'fuck me' statement, he didn't know what was. Still standing in the doorway with the door open, he slid his gaze slowly down Charlie's body, taking her in. He'd found from experience that, depending on the girl, it either insulted them or turned them on. Looking back into Charlie's eyes, he could guess which one that was.

He walked back into her apartment and shut the door quietly. Moving towards her until he was only a few inches away, he looked down into those innocent-looking doe brown eyes. Those things could reel a guy in and twist him around until he was eating her delicious five-star meals out of the palm of her hand.

Twisting one of her thick curls around his finger, he asked quietly, "You want me to fuck you?"

Charlie nodded.

Leaning closer, he said, "Why?"

"Because I want you."

Ben nodded and let go of the curl. Stroking a finger across her jaw, he said, "Good food and a hard fucking don't mean anything, Charlie."

He saw her swallow at his choice of words, but she said, "I just wanna fuck, Brian, not elope."

Brian couldn't help but chuckle. That was a first. "So, no strings attached, then." He slid a hand back into the curls at the nape of her neck.

"None whatsoever."

He kissed her. It was soft at first, experimental, and one he decided he wouldn't mind repeating. Her lips were smooth and malleable, just like he'd imagined, and her mouth tasted faintly of both beer and vanilla. It wasn't until his back was touching the door that Brian realized Charlie was pushing him. She crushed her lips against his and moaned softly at his growing intensity, and Brian felt heat pool in his groin.

"Damn," he panted, when he came up for air. "If the sex is as good as the kissing—"

"Oh, it is," Charlie replied. Her hand moved down his chest and stomach, pausing at the button of his jeans. Watching his expression, she slid her hands beneath the jeans and the waistline of his boxers, cupping his dick in her hand.

Brian gave a half-smile when she raised her eyebrows. "Wasn't expecting that were you?" he asked, referring to his size.

Squeezing his shaft, Charlie grinned back, "No, I definitely was not." She undid his jeans and pulled his cock out, slowly running her hands up and down its length. "But I bet you weren't expecting this, either."

Brian closed his eyes. He didn't answer, only shook his head and concentrated on the feeling of her hand job. After a few quiet minutes he opened his eyes. "Is your bed set up?"

"I may have been damsel in distress, but I'm not a complete idiot. The guy downstairs helped me with all the big furniture, then ditched me when his wife got pissed."

"Do we need to put the sheets on?"

"That we actually do need to do." 

Brian tucked himself into his pants as Charlie led him to the master bedroom towards the back of the apartment. A dresser, a desk, and the bed were the only things set up in the room. Several boxes were set next to the desk, along with a backpack and a purse. Looking thru the boxes for sheets and pillows took about ten minutes before they figured someone had left a 'Bedroom' box in the living room. Another ten was spent searching for them before they were finally found.

"I got them," Brian said. He pulled out indigo sheets from the bottom of the box he was searching.

"I found the comforter and the pillows," Charlie said from behind a wall of cloth.

"Thank God," he responded. "I was about give up and convince you to do it on the couch."

"Who says we still can't?" Charlie asked, following him to the bedroom.

Brian grinned. "I like the way you think."

After they got the sheets on, Brian took no time in pushing Charlie onto the bed. "You mind if I have a taste?" he asked, undoing her jeans. He pulled them off slowly, letting his fingers trail along her bronze-colored skin. When they were on the floor, he grabbed Charlie's hips and surprised her by pulling her to the edge, causing her to lean back. He spread her legs and began to massage her inner thighs, studiously avoiding contact with her cunt.

Finally, when Charlie was relaxing, he ran his hand lightly over the cloth of her boy shorts. This was his favorite style of women's underwear, the cut resembling really tight, really flimsy booty shorts. The heat of her pussy was easily felt through the cloth, and Brian began to rub harder, listening as Charlie's breathing grew heavier. He pulled the panties off, not giving her any time to adjust as he slid two fingers straight into her wet walls.

Her response was immediate as Brian began to piston his fingers in and out of her pussy. The moans started low in her throat and increased slowly, but as soon as he leaned forward and tongue-tapped her clit, her legs clamped down on his head. Brian held her hips still with one hand as he fucked her with the other. Suddenly, her body was bucking and he felt the walls of her cunt ripple around his fingers.

He stood up and sucked her juices off his fingers, grinning down at her.

"That was a first," Charlie panted. She reached a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit slowly.

"I have a feeling there's gonna be a lot of firsts tonight," Brian replied, stripping off his shirt. He pushed his pants down as Charlie took off her own shirt and bra. His gaze moved up her ample body, from her pleasured cunt to her generous breasts. Charlotte Olivette was all woman, he was sure of it. 

He climbed in between her legs, running a hand up her soft stomach, moving up to caress her tits. Leaning down, he sucked one of her dusky nipples into his mouth, twisting the other one with his fingers. Charlie's back arched as she moaned, and her fingers pulled at his blond curls.

He moved further up her body, until her harsh breath was covered with his lips. Then he reached between her legs to tickle her clit, and shoved himself inside.

Charlie gave a hiss of pain and screwed her eyes shut.

"You alright?" Brian asked. Fuck, she was tight. "When's the last time you had your goods touched?"

"Oh, about two years ago when I graduated high school."

Well, no wonder she was tight. He pulled his cock out slowly, reveling at how her cunt grabbed at him. "That's a long time to wait for sex."

Slipping her legs around his waist and tipping her pelvis up, she said, "Now you see why I grabbed at the first opportunity. Are we gonna talk, or are you gonna fuck me?"

Brian pushed himself back in and smirked down at her. "Whatever you say, love," he said, and began to tear into her.

Starting out as low moans, Charlie soon began to whimper, her hips meeting Brian's sharp thrusts. Her nails dug into the flesh of his ass as she let out a guttural cry, and Brian swore through his teeth as her cunt tightened possessively around his cock, rendering him motionless. 

"Ah, shit," Charlie whispered as he began to fuck her again. This time he went more slowly, giving time for her juices to create that 'velvet pussy' effect. He could hear the slickness as he slid in and out, and his own balls began to rage eagerly.

"Holy fuck, I definitely have to repay you for that," Charlie said with a satisfied air. She sat up, forcing Brian to pull out of her. She grinned at the look on his face. "Calm down, Adonis," she laughed, pushing him backwards on the bed. He was lying with his head at the foot of her bed, and Charlie knelt between his legs, looking up at him. "I may not been fucked for awhile, but my BJ skills aren't rusty."

Brian watched as she pushed his stiff cock against his stomach, going for his balls first. They were encased in her mouth one at time, and Brian concentrated on breathing through his nose. He didn't like to let women know when they were skilled enough to impress him; it tended to go their heads.

Charlie ran her tongue from his balls up the underside of his cock, stopping when she reached the head. In one move, she enveloped nearly his whole dick between her sweet lips, hollowing out her cheeks as she pulled away.

Brian forgot his rule and groaned. Her lips were agonizingly slow, and it was torture for him. He grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth gently, and then was brought to a sudden stop when her teeth sank warningly into his skin. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked quietly.

"It's not as good if I can't do it myself," she answered, pumping his dick slowly with her hand.

"I can assure you, it's not any better," he responded, but it definitely was. And she knew it, too, as she gave him an easy smile and went back to sucking him in the same deliberate way. It was driving him crazy, and several times he couldn't hold back his groan as she twisted her head, or moaned gently around his dick.

"Shit, Charlie," he whispered as his balls began to throb. "Slow down..."

Charlie pulled off with a slurpy pop, reaching down to massage his balls slowly. "You mind me fucking you for a change?" she asked.

"I'm game," he replied with a grin.

She climbed over his legs and leaned against his chest, her cunt rubbing against his dick, but not letting it enter. "How pissed would you be if I kicked you out right now?" she asked, running her fingers through his curls.

Brian grabbed her arm in a firm grip. "Thoroughly," he said in a low voice.




Moving Day



Charlie just grinned at him and kissed his lips, nipping gently at the bottom one. "Between my food and my pussy, how badly do I have you wrapped around my finger?"

The question froze him. It wasn't the question of a chick who wanted a relationship, but one of a woman who knew she had one-up on her fuck-buddy. Not good.

The thought was forgotten as Charlie reached between their bodies and grabbed for his cock, using her fingers to help him slide gently into her pussy. She groaned as his size stretched her, and Brian immediately grabbed her hips and forced her down harder.

It was a testament to his anger that he ignored her gasp of pain. Brian wasn't an owned man; he didn't owe faithfulness to any woman, and he wasn't about to let Charlie wiggle beneath his skin with her excellent food, pretty smile, and tight cunt. She was nothing more than a good fuck—an extraordinarily good fuck.

He held her hips slightly above his and pistoned his cock upwards. Charlie's nails dug into the skin around his chest as she suddenly came, the walls of her pussy grabbing him. Brian forced himself through, dismissing her ardent whimper. He twisted his body quickly until he was on top, giving a less than friendly grin when she shrieked with indignation.

Brian wished he could've said that his roughness diminished Charlie, but after the initial surprise, her warm pussy welcomed him, and he couldn't have pulled away if he wanted to. Her body took everything he gave, from the bite marks on her neck, to the pulling of her hair, to his hard cock as he pounded into her, grunting at her tightness.

Her voice was suddenly in his ear, telling him to cum for her, that she was right there, waiting for him to give and release. The next second his mind went blank as his balls seethed with heat. He slammed into her, his load barreling to the surface and emptying in Charlie's taut cunt.

"Keep going," she breathed in his ear.

Brian didn't pull out, letting several aftershocks take him, and Charlie quivered once more as she came sweetly around his deflating tool. Eventually he slid out and dropped beside her, his body still half on top of hers. They said nothing for awhile, letting the air dry the sweat on their skin.

Finally, Charlie turned over on her side and faced him, pulling her comforter over their bodies. "I made you angry," she said softly, a hand on his arm.

He turned to the ceiling and stared at her light fixture, clasping his fingers behind his head. "That must've been your goal," he said. "Else that stupid shit wouldn't have come out of your mouth."

"I wanted to remind you that all I wanted was to fuck. I don't mind cooking for you, and I don't mind having sex with you, but that's all I want."

"I've known you for less than twenty-four hours; what the hell makes you think I'd want anything more?" he asked. Brian wanted the barb to hurt her. It frustrated him that it didn't.

"Because I'm willing to cook for you, and I'm willing to fuck you," Charlie replied. "I feel like I've already explained this."

Despite his anger, Brian laughed. "A man's dream come true, right?"

She grinned at him. "Exactly."

Brian leaned over and took one of her curls, releasing it as his hand dropped to her breast. Massaging her flesh gently, he asked, "So, no sleepovers?"

"That'll just complicate things," Charlie answered. She arched her back slightly when he leaned over and drew his tongue slowly over her nipple.

Brian laughed softly and got out of her bed to get dressed. "Are you gonna give Michael a call, then?" he asked her, pulling his jeans up.

She just stared at him. "Perhaps I didn't clarify myself. I don't want a man in my life right now. I want a fuck buddy."

"Good," he said, pulling on his shirt. "I may be big where it counts, but I do know that saying about black guys."

"Believe me, you put a lot of them to shame."

Brian watched as her hand slid beneath the cover to caress her pussy. She winked purposefully at him and then closed her eyes, her mouth opening slightly.

"I thought you were trying to get rid of me?" he said with a lofty smile.

Charlie's seductiveness broke with a giggle. "I was trying to tease you."

"You have any ice cream left?"

"Yeah, why?"

Brian headed for the door. "I'll be back tomorrow night. You can tease me with that."



Moving Day!



Disclaimer: All individuals in this work of fiction are above the age of 18 years.

This story was written with the help of racqel, who wrote some portions of the female perspective.

Feedback is welcome and appreciated.

Enjoy! 



I stood in my driveway waiting for my friend, Connor, to pick me up. I had just gotten off the phone with him and he said he was now turning onto my street. I promised I would help him move his stuff back from storage, to his house. He had been in Europe for a student exchange program and had just returned. As the summer's sun beat down on me, I found myself regretting my offer to help him. Too late now, just as I stared into the blinding glare of the sun I saw his familiar blue corolla pulling up and him waving me over.

There were boxes everywhere, save for the seat behind the driver. 

"Hey man, this heat is something else uh?" he greeted, as I entered his car. "Thanks for the help dude, you're a lifesaver Matt," he continued.

"Don't mention it, I know you said it's a lot of stuff," I replied.

"Yeah, it'll probably take two days, I gotta get down to the college to meet with some advisors, and it's just too much to get done today," he responded.

"Don't sweat it, its summer; I had nothing going on anyways."

"Cool, well, I just gotta swing by the gym to pick up Cass," he informed. Cass, was Cassandra, Connor's sister who at, 24, was four years our senior.

"Uh, yeah, no prob," I replied.

We chatted about Connor's trip to Europe as we drove through my neighborhood, eventually reaching to the parking lot of the gym. It only then dawned on me . . . where was Cass going to sit? Connor had obviously not thought about that, as he pulled up to the front of the gym where Cass was waiting. I peered through the window at the young woman. I had always had a crush on her, since I was a teen, and seeing her now, brought back those feelings. She was dressed in a simple white sports bra, and gym shorts, her brunette hair tied in a ponytail. She was gorgeous. We pulled up to her and Cass stuck her head through the passenger side window.

"So guys, where am I supposed to sit?" she asked sarcastically. 

"Oh, damn, I guess it slipped my mind, I just wanted to pack as much stuff as I could fit," Connor said apologetically, as it occurred to him he would have two passengers.

"Brilliant Einstein!," she joked, "Well I guess you're just gonna have to come back for me," she continued.

"What? No way, I'm not making two trips," he protested, "Just sit on Matt, he won't bite," Connor offered.

"No way, I'm all sweaty," Cassandra opposed.

"Aww come on, it's like a ten minute drive, we'll be there in no time," Connor pleaded, "You don't mind do you Matt?" Connor asked, not really giving me a choice.

"Uh, no, it's fine," I conceded. 

"Well, if it's ok with Matt," she said with a smile as she made her way over to my side. I opened the door and straightened up in my seat when Cass approached. She bent her head as she entered the car, crawling her petite frame onto me. Sat on my lap, she shifted around a bit, trying to find a comfortable position. Finally, Cassandra's body came to rest. She was leaned forward holding onto Connor's headrest, while her butt was pressed onto my lap. Connor pulled off once again and headed for their home. I savored the feel of Cassandra's warm body pressed against mine as I stared at the bare golden skin of her back, small beads of sweat running down. As we drove into the neighborhood, we began encountering speed bumps. Everyone we passed over, Cass's body bounced on my lap. Soon with the weight of her body on mine, and the car driving over the speed bumps, I felt a stir in my crotch as my penis began to stiffen. I tried to think of all sorts of unattractive stuff to hold me off, but it did very little to help. I could not deny what was right in front me. My eyes again wandered up and down Cass's body, the smooth curve of her shoulders, the tiny hairs on the nape of her neck, her tight fitting attire, it was all so arousing. Just as my dick was becoming fully hard, Connor pulled into their driveway. When we came to a stop, Cass opened the door and slid off my lap. She turned around and smiled at me, "Thanks for the ride guys," before heading for the house. I sat there for a while and composed myself, thinking of whether or not Cass had felt my erection. After a brief minute, I got out and started to work on all the boxes of stuff in the car. 

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As I got off Matt, I spun my head round and shot him a smile. I thanked the guys for the ride and headed inside. As I walked up the stairs to my room, I could not stop thinking. 

Not to be cliché, but I thought to myself,

"Was there something in his pocket or was it....." This time I grinned at the thought. I entered my room, shutting the door behind me; I could not wait to get out of these gym clothes. Like all other days after I got home from the gym, I was going for a swim in our pool. As I stripped off my sweats, I looked to the bed where I had laid out my bathing suit earlier this morning. It was a traditional one piece. After the car trip, and knowing Matt might see me, I began to feel particularly sexy and decided against the one piece. I dug through my drawer, retrieving a bikini I had picked up while visiting Connor in Europe a couple months ago. 

I looked at myself in the mirror as I slid the green bikini bottom up my legs, and then my thighs. It was quite a tight fit as I saw the lips of my vagina press against the material, my womanhood clearly visible. Thankfully, there were no stray hairs as I had had a really close shave the night before. I spun round admiring my ass, the green fabric cupping my cheeks, exposing their firm roundness. An unexpected blush came over me and I smiled to myself.

I slipped on the bikini top over my petite breasts, tying it tightly behind me. 

I picked up a white bath towel hanging on the rail in my bathroom and left my room. As I wrapped the towel around my body I headed down the stairs where I saw my brother at the door. 

"Hey Cass, I'm heading down to the college. It shouldn't take long, Matt's here dealing with the boxes, and I told him to ask you if he needs anything."

"Sure thing Connor, see you in a bit," I replied.

When Connor shut the door behind him, I immediately removed the towel. I walked through the kitchen which led out to the backyard. I saw Matt coming through the side garage door with a box on his way to Connor's room.

I noticed him trying hard not to ogle me. He took quick glances at my perky beasts and then abruptly looked away before I had the chance to catch him staring. 

"I'm going to cool off from my work out. Do you want to join me?" I asked him quite innocently. 

"Umm, I still have a bit more boxes to move" Matt stammered.

I shot him a smile, "Wow, you're a really good friend, Connor's not even here and you're still working?" I joked.

He returned the smile and explained, "Well, he helped me out a lot when I had to move into the dorms, so I kinda owe him."

"Okay then, I'll be in the backyard if you change your mind." With that, I spun round and headed out the back door, a devilish grin on my face, almost feeling his burning eyes on my ass.

I walked over to the pool, set my towel to the ground and jumped in. Although I was burnt out from the workout and the heat, the cold icy water still gave me instant goose bumps. I slowly swam the length of the pool, as my body adjusted to the cool water. I did a few laps then just waded about in the shallow end. 

A short time later I noticed Matt had arrived on the scene. Instinctively, I found myself crossing my arms in front of my breasts to hide my unavoidable nipple stand, caused by the sensation of the cold water.

We exchanged smiles and then he spoke,

"Water looks cold,"

"It is, but it's so refreshing, especially in this hot sun."

Matt awkwardly looked up to the sun glaring down on us.

"Come on in, it feels so good," I enticed.

He looked back at me, "Well...uhh, I haven't got any trunks."

"Just use your underwear, boxers are just as good as swimming trunks," I pleaded.

He pondered for a minute and then gave in, nodding to me.

He pulled off his shirt and then jeans, then walked over and jump into the pool.

I took careful notice of Matt, his smooth chest, his toned stomach then his white Calvin Klein boxers which only went about halfway down his thigh. 

He swam a few lengths as if exercising. After we splashed around a bit, I climbed out and lay on my towel to dry off. Matt swam over, resting his arms on the edge of the pool as he caught his breath.

I watched as Matt climbed out of the pool. His undies were stuck to his body and went almost see through. I blushed slightly as I could clearly notice the form of his penis through his boxers. I found myself getting aroused. I must be sexually starved I thought to myself. I was feeling feisty, bordering horny.

"Do you mind if I borrow a towel?" Matt asked.

I quickly got up and fetched him one from the bathroom.

I took a quick glance in the mirror and noticed my bikini was basically wedged between my cheeks, almost like a thong now, my bare ass on display. I wiggled my body and tugged on the material, straightening it out, glancing in the mirror for confirmation that all was well. I returned to the pool and handed Matt the towel. He was cowering, an obvious attempt to hide the view of his damp see-through boxers. It didn't help. I saw everything. His black pubic curls, his testicles and his long penis all showed through the wet cotton. He took the towel and immediately covered himself. I lost my view. 

"That's a nice swimsuit," Matt commented looking me up and down.

I blushed and smiled at him thankfully.

"Is it new?" he continued.

"Um, yeah, how did you know?" I questioned.

"There is a label sticking out on the back," he answered.

I twisted my torso around and I noticed that I had not removed one of the labels, stitched to the waist band.

"Wow, you must have been paying careful attention, I missed that label," I teased.

"Do you mind?" I asked, spinning around.

Matt approached and I felt his fingers on my waist. He turned the waistband of my bikini inside out and I felt him tugging on the label.

"I can help you out, but I'll probably need a scissors, I wouldn't want to rip your new suit," Matt offered.

I shuffled into the kitchen retrieving a scissors from a draw. I returned to find Matt sitting on the tiles trying to dry out, the towel still around his waist.

I handed him the scissors and turned around once again. He pulled at the label and tried to position the scissors. 

"I'm having trouble getting the scissors to the base of the label, I don't want to leave piece behind," he explained before voluntarily pulling at my bikini even more.

He was pulling the material right by my butt crack, and I'm sure he was enjoying quite a view. I arched my neck back to see what was going on. I noticed the view was quite revealing, the bare cheeks of my ass, snuggled in my bikini clearly exposed, as Matt pulled the material away from my skin. I didn't protest, guiltily smiling to myself.

I looked on as he started cutting, but the scissors got stuck and the label wouldn't cut easily between its blades. He pulled my swimsuit outwards to get better access. I felt his knuckles press against the soft flesh of my ass as the swimsuit pulled tightly against my body. I was slowly getting aroused. The strong touch of a man so close had awoken my dormant hormones.

He had cut through half the label but seemed to be struggling to cut straight, trying to avoid cutting the swimsuit or myself for that matter.

"There has got to be a simpler way to do this," I commented.

"Well, you could just slide it down a little, it would be much easier," Matt cheekily replied.

Taken back by his request, I quickly pondered the situation. Feeling frisky, I thought I would go along. I slipped my hands into the sides of the bikini bottom and rolled it down my butt, almost shivering as I felt a breeze brush across my wet skin.

"Ok! Get it done quickly," I commanded, knowing Matt was now staring at my bare ass.

I looked between my legs and saw Matt crouching down behind me, his towel falling from hi waist and onto the floor. He held my bikini bottom in his fingers and snipped away with the scissors at the label.

"There! It's off!" he boasted as he stood up holding it in his hands.

I started to peel my bikini back over my butt as I turned around. 

My eyes widened as I saw Matt's huge manliness pressing against his wet boxers. There was no way he could hide the fact that he was sporting a great big erection.

Matt, seeing that I had noticed, quickly crouched down and grabbed his towel.

"Wait wait wait," I protested, there's no point in hiding, and your boxers are practically see-through. Besides, you were just face to face with my bare butt, the least you could do is give me a peek," I said with a coy smile. 

Matt returned the smile and pondered for a while. He released his grip from his towel and stood up from his crouching position.

I looked on at his fleshy penis, pink and bold, full and hard, straining against his wet transparent undies.

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As I followed Cass's stare with my own, I saw she was staring directly at my crotch. I couldn't believe that just minutes ago, at my request, she had slipped off her bikini, exposing herself to me.

"Come on, you got a full show mister, it's only fair I get the same" Cass egged on.

I reluctantly hunched over, slipping my boxers down till they settled around my ankles. When I stood back up, my manhood, fully erect, pointed straight out at Cass. Her eyes were brightly widened as my cock twitched before her. 

"Wow, someone's happy to see me," she teased. We stood silent for a couple of seconds before she spoke again,

"Um, do you mind giving it a little tug?" she innocently requested.

I stood still for a while. Though excited by the prospect, I didn't want to agree just yet.

"You want me to jerk off in front of you?" I questioned.

Cassandra nodded with a smile.

"Well, if I'm going to give you a show . . . I might need some encouragement," I reasoned

She blushed and I could see the cogs in her head turning, "OK Matt, I'll make it worth your while."

We sat down on the nearby lounge chair, facing each other. 

I took hold of my throbbing member and began to slip my hand up and down, watching as it glistened in the sun. I looked up to Cass as she stared back at me, then, she raised her hands cupping each of her breasts through her bikini top. She rubbed them together, making them look even larger. A soft moan escaped her as she ran her thumbs over her nipples, which were pressed hard against the material of her bikini. 

I continued pumping my shaft, as our eyes were fixated on each other's bodies. Cass then reached behind and undid the tie on her bikini top, letting it fall from her body. Her breasts really were fantastic, firm and rounded. Cass now sat cross-legged as she smiled approvingly into my eyes. Being out of the water for some time now, Cass's bikini had dried, but as I looked down to her crotch, I noticed a wet spot on her bikini bottom. Cassandra's eyes followed my gaze as she realized how turned on she was. I stared in awe at the material stretched across her pussy, her swollen lips pressed against the tight fabric. She lowered her hand to her crotch, and ran her fingers along her slit. The view was driving me crazy as I increased my pace, my actions now causing slapping sounds. Cassandra had now pulled the crotch of her bikini bottom to the side, revealing her shaved pussy to me, as she slipped a finger inside herself. It must have been an extraordinary sight, the both of us sat in the summer sun, masturbating for each other. As Cassandra began to moan, her fingers working furiously at her crotch, I felt my climax growing near. My eyes wandered up and down Cass's body, her petite breasts bouncing, the result of her vigorous fingering, her taut stomach, and the glistening lips of her pussy, wet with her juices under the sun. 

"Mhmmm, oooohoo, uhh, yess!" Cassandra squealed, as her orgasm took control.

At the same time, the visual erotic sensation was driving me over the edge. I felt my body begin to tense and my cock start to twitch in my fist. Before I knew it, spurts of cum were flying through the air as a wave of ecstasy ran through my body. 

"Ahhh, mhhhh," I groaned as my cock continued to twitch in my hands. 

Cass's eyes widened as she followed each string of cum shooting out of me, one glob landing on her thigh, near her crotch where he fingers were still buried. 

As both our orgasms subsided, Cass reached out a hand to my deflating cock, touching it for the first time. She wiped the cum that was dribbling out the tip. She also wiped the cum that had landed on her lap, and then raised her fingers to her mouth. She licked her fingers clean, tasting both of our juices, approving with a coy smile. 

We both smiled at each other as we composed ourselves.

"Wow, that was quite a show," she commented.

"Yeah, you were so hot," I replied.

Alarmingly, we heard the sound of Connor's car from the front driveway. We burst out laughing as we hurriedly helped each other get dressed. She pulled up my wet boxers around my waist, and I helped her tie her bikini top. Just as I finished buttoning my jeans, I heard Connor yell,

"Hey Matt, I can drop you home now."

"Uhh, I guess I'll see you later," I said to Cass.

"Can't wait," she replied in a sultry voice, as she again licked her fingers. 

I met Connor out front and we jumped in the car and took off.

I attempted to make small talk, trying the hide the fact that my body was flush with excitement. 

"So, how did it go down at the college?"

"Okay I guess, I met with the advisors. Everything seems to be in order; they gave me some forms to fill out. I need to drop them off tomorrow, along with my reports from my semester away."

In no time at all, Connor was pulling up in front of my house.

"Thanks so much Matt, see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, for sure, I'll be here waiting," I replied, almost too eagerly.



The next day, I was again standing in my driveway waiting for Connor. He pulled up and again there were boxes of stuff packed everywhere except for behind the driver's seat. I climbed in and he pulled off.

"One more day and we should be done," he commented.

"Yeah, you sure do have alot of shit," I joked. 

"Hahaaha, ok, just to pick up Cass and we could get this done with."

We pulled up in front of the gym where Cassandra was waiting. Today, she was dressed in black spandex shorts and a white t-shirt. She saw us pull up and without question made her way over to my side of the car. I opened the door a looked up to her beaming smile.

"Sorry about the sweat Matt," she said as she crawled onto me. Once the door was shut, Connor took off, heading for their home.

Today, Cass was not leaned forward, but pushed back against me. The sensation of her warm body against mine, I was instantly aroused. I knew she felt me as she began to slightly grind her ass against my hardon. I had to use every bit of will power to prevent me from moaning aloud. Cass turned her head to me, grinning her teeth as she continued gyrating her hips. Feeling bold, I moved my hand from my side to the front of us, resting it on Cass's bare knee, just where the spandex shorts ended. I slowly dragged my fingers along her body, over the spandex, finally allowing it to rest on her inner thigh. I pressed my fingers against her sex, encased by the tight material as she fidgeted on top me. Her snatch was so warm. Before we knew it, Connor was pulling into their driveway. 




Moving Day!



"Home sweet home," Connor said as he shut the engine off, exiting the car. Cass opened the door and slid off my lap. She headed inside, but not before spinning around and winking at me. 

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I was so horny when I slid off Matt; my pussy was on fire in my spandex shorts. I ran up the stairs into my room, shutting the door behind me. I raced to peel of my spandex, tugging it down my legs, breathing a sigh of relief as I felt the cold air of the AC rush against my bare skin. My fingers immediately darted to my sex, feeling the state of my arousal. Not wanting to get too carried away, I forced myself to remove my fingers. I took off my t-shirt, damp with sweat and walked naked over to my bathroom. I opted for a quick shower, just a little rinse before I hit the pool. I was in and out of the shower in about five minutes. After drying myself, I walked back into my bedroom where I had my bikini lying on the bed. It was the same one from yesterday. I was picking it up when I thought to myself...maybe I should give Matt a bit of variety. It suddenly clicked; I had just remembered that one bikini I bought about a year ago. I bought it just for home, knowing damn well I was not brave enough to wear it in public. I grinned to myself as I excitedly dug through my dresser draw, down to the bottom where I had hidden it. Victoriously, I retrieved the white bikini. To the common eye it may have appeared as just some string with a couple small patches of material. I began to blush just looking at the skimpy attire. I took the top, placing it over my chest, my modest breasts filling the tiny cups. I looked to the mirror to see how it fit. Immediately I noticed my erect nipples pressing against the somewhat see-through fabric. I reached behind, to tie the string. Next were the bikini bottoms. I grabbed them, placing the garment between my legs. I pulled them up, tightly against my body, and then tied it on the sides. I wiggled my butt as I maneuvered the tiny strip of string between my cheeks. Again I turned to the mirror. I adjusted the tiny triangle of white material over my crotch, but no matter how I positioned it; a glimpse of my pussy lips was always peeking out the sides. I finally left it as it was. I spun round to admire the view. The white string of the bikini was nowhere to be seen, I would basically be walking around with my bare ass on display. I knew I couldn't let Connor see me wearing this bikini so I paced back and forth in my room till I heard him saying his goodbyes to Matt. When I heard the door slam shut, I grabbed my towel and headed downstairs. Wrapped in my white towel I strolled into the kitchen where I saw Matt, cardboard box in hand heading to Matt's room. He smiled when he saw me and set the box down on the kitchen counter. 

"Heading out for your swim?" he asked.

I nodded teasingly, "Will you be joining me today?"

"Umm, yeah!, I mean yes, just as soon as I get done."

I walked past him towards the backdoor. I arched my neck towards him, dropping my towel to the floor,

"Don't be too long, we wouldn't want Connor interrupting us again," I said in my most sultry tone before I headed out the door.

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My eyes were on the verge of explosion. From the second Cass's towel hit the floor; my stare was like a laser, focused on her body. I only had a view from behind, but what a view it was. I took delight in seeing her body on display, her smooth lightly tanned skin basking in the glow of the sunlight, which beamed through the window. I was excited to see the bikini she was wearing, the white fabric tightly fitted against her soft flesh. I didn't take her for the type that would wear a g-string, but it was a pleasure to see, the small white string running along her waist, then downwards, disappearing between the firm cheeks of her ass. And just like that she was gone, out the door, leaving me with a blank stare on my face. I considered what she had said, about Connor returning. I grabbed the box off the counter and continued working, albeit at a much quickened pace. By the time I was done with the last box, I had worked up quite the sweat. I hurriedly headed out to the pool, eager to set my eyes on Cass once more. She saw me coming and smiled up at me from the shallow end. I stared as she floated on her back, her breasts bobbing up and down in the water. I removed my shirt to the sound of Cass's sarcastic whistles. I jumped into the pool and swam over to Cassandra. We were now just about a foot apart, both gently treading water even though we were in the shallow end. Eventually, Cassandra broke the silence,

"Feels good uhh? The cool water."

"Yeah, it's great."

"I know something else that feels great," she seductively replied, inching closer to me. Soon she was right up against me, and then I felt it. Beneath the cool water, her hand was pressing at my crotch. Cassandra snaked her fingers around my limp cock over my boxers. I immediately began to harden, as Cass's grip tightened on my stiffening member. Seconds later, I was rock hard.

"Soo Matty, do you like my bikini?"

"Mhmm, yeah, it's nice" I groaned. 

She squeezed my throbbing cock, 

"Just nice?" she asked in a faux sad voice.

"It's amazing, you look so fucking hot," I hastily replied.

Cass smiled and now started to move towards me, forcing me back, further and further till I was pinned against the wall of the pool. When there was nowhere else to go, Cass continued moving towards me till her body was pressed against mine, my erection pointing up, trapped between both our stomachs. As I felt my cock throbbing against her warm soft skin, I was breathing heavily into her face. She leaned in and kissed me on the neck, then moved up till she was licking and biting on my ear,

"Did you enjoy yourself yesterday?" she whispered.

I didn't reply, instead moving my hands behind Cassandra, lowering them and taking firm hold of her ass. I pulled her hard against me, enjoying having my cock pressing into her. I let the fingers on my right hand wander between her cheeks, till the tips were running along the lips of her pussy, her skimpy outfit now wedged inside. 

She giggled, "I guess I'll take that as a yes."

Cassandra shifted her face till I was staring into her crystal green eyes, and then we kissed. We locked lips and I felt her warm wet tongue against mine, invading my mouth. I raised my hands to her waist and lifted her onto me as she wrapped her legs around my torso. Still locked in a deep passionate kiss, I walked us over to the steps of the pool and began to get out. Even without the buoyancy of the water for support, her petite body proved no strain at all. I walked her over to the lounge chair and laid down with her on sprawled out on top of me. 

As we continued kissing, I reached my hand over, grabbing a handful of her peach of an ass, massaging her soft warm flesh. 

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I moaned into Matt's mouth as I felt his hand grasping my butt. A few seconds later, I moved my hand to my waist and undid the strings of my bikini bottom. I broke our kiss,

"Undo the other side Matt."

Without a word, I felt his hand leave my ass and then felt a tugging on the other side of my bikini. Finally it was done and Matt pulled the whole thing off. I was now bare assed under the sun, grinding myself into Matt. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me through his wet boxers. I sat up and moved back, straddling Matt's legs. I stared down to Matt's crotch. I reached out and began pulling at his boxers. When they were past his crotch, his pink fleshy cock sprung free, bouncing in the air. I continued pulling his boxers along, raising my body so they passed under me, then off his ankles. I immediately reached my hand out, taking hold of his manhood. I saw his sly smile when I squeezed his cock, seeing it redden as it throbbed in my hand. 

"You better hope Connor doesn't come home, we could be in so much trouble," I joked before leaning in, coming face to 'face' with Matt's penis. I extended my tongue, licking the base of his shaft, and then allowed my tongue to trail the length of his cock, all the way to his bulbous tip. The taste of his warm manliness got me so aroused. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock for a few seconds before slipping him into my mouth. I almost gagged as I felt his cock press against the back of my mouth but soon adjusted to the feel. I was soon bobbing my head up and down his shaft as he moaned in delight. I could hear Matt moaning as I continued my oral assault. Then I felt his hand on the back of my head, gently brushing through my hair. As I quickened my rhythm, it wasn't long before I heard Matt's cry, 

"Ohh god Cass....I'm gonna cum!" 

When I heard him, I allowed my mouth to go down and up one last time before popping his cock out of my mouth, a thin string of saliva briefly connecting us till breaking. I immediately replaced my mouth with my right hand, gripping him tightly and vigorously stroking his throbbing penis. I looked up to his face; he had a tense expression,

"Mhmm....you ready baby, you gonna cum for me," I teased.

Seconds later, his hips jolted and white streams shot out of his cock. I felt every warm glob that landed on my stomach and thighs. I continued milking him, squeezing his cock with my fingers from base to the top, till he eventually went limp in my hand. As I played with his sticky semen between my fingers, I felt Matt's clammy palm cradle my face,

"That was amazing," he panted. 

Smiling, I raised my hand to my mouth and licked my fingers,

"Glad you enjoyed it so much Matty."

I watched as Matt placed his hands on my thighs and looked at my face,

"I'd like to show you just how much I enjoyed it Cass."

In an instant, Matt had reversed our positions, throwing me to the back of the lounge chair, my legs spread wide with my feet planted to the ground on either side of the chair. 

I watched as Matt ran his palms over my thighs, slowly upwards till they met at my crotch. His touch had warmed and felt amazing as his fingers tiptoed over my skin. He teasingly ran two fingers down the length of the lips of my pussy. I could tell I was moist, his fingers easily slipping along my sensitive folds. Finally he ended his teasing, gently parting my lips and sliding two fingers into my wanting pussy. He left them there for a few seconds, feeling his way around, and then started to wiggle his fingers in and out. I sat up in the lounge chair briefly. Matt looked at me, his fingers still buried in me. I smiled at him while reaching behind me. I pulled on the string of my bikini top, undoing the knot and letting it fall to the side. I giggled when I saw Matt's laser stare, down at my breasts. I looked down myself, admiring my perky tits, sat atop my chest, my nipples rock hard longing to be touched. I raised my right hand and motioned for Matt to come over. With his fingers still working vigorously, Matt shifted forward then leaned in. He brought his face to mine kissing me on the lips. I squirmed at the feel of his fingers brushing against my clit while his warm tongue invaded my mouth. Matt soon began to trail south, breaking our kiss, but now planting kisses along my neck then chest and finally my breasts. With his free hand he encircled my left breast. It was firm and on display, desperately wanting to be attended to. Matt obliged my sensuous moans, which had grown loud. He gently kissed my petite breasts, and then began licking the area around my nipple. 

"Ohhh goddd yesss!" I cooed as he took my erect nipple in his mouth, alternating between sucking on it and flicking his tongue back and forth over it. He paid careful attention to both my breasts till I could no longer bear the torture. . .I placed my hand on his head and gently prodded till he knew what I wanted. Again, Matt began to trail south. When his face was placed snuggly between my thighs, he removed his fingers. Seconds later the sensation was replaced with his warm tongue licking the lips of my pussy. While his hands parted my lips and I felt Matt press his face into my cunt, I had begun massaging my breasts with my own hands. 

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When I parted the lips of Cass's pussy, her protruding clit was obvious. I immediately began nuzzling her erect bud, before sucking on the slippery membrane. I looked up momentarily and saw Cassandra's head kicked back, her eyes tightly shut and her hand pinching her nipple. I resumed my actions, using my tongue to dart at her womanly nub, swiftly flicking it back and forth. Soon her moans turned to screams and Cass's body began to shudder. Just as I felt a slight gush of liquid,

"Ohh FUCK!! YES YES YES!!!!" Cass cried. When Cassandra's body came to a rest I removed my head from between her legs. She sat up in the lounge chair. Breathing heavily she looked up to my face, wet with her juices. Cassandra raised a hand to my face, gently wiping the moisture from around my lips,

"Wow Matt, that was quite the payback."

I smiled in response. 

Just then, something had caught both our attentions. We simultaneously glanced down to my crotch; my cock was rock hard and throbbing once more. Cass's hand left my face and moved down, where she began tenderly stroking my cock. 

"Looks like someone's ready for the main event," she whispered. 

I looked at Cassandra's smiling face and leaned in and kissed her. As we sat on the lounge chair, naked, making out, she continued gently playing with my throbbing penis. Cass began to lie back in the chair and I laid on top of her. She was now rubbing my cock against the slick lips of her pussy. Just as I pushed forward, parting the lips of her cunt, we heard the roar of an engine coming from the front drive way. Cassandra abruptly broke our kiss,

"Ohh shit its Connor!" she announced. We both sprung up from the lounge chair and scrambled for our swim wear. We managed to get dressed but it was impossible to hide my raging hardon that tented in my wet boxers, and Cassandra was scantily clad in her thong bikini.

"Quick Matt! Get in the pool," Cass instructed. We both jumped into the cool refuge of the pool, getting close as possible to the edge in an attempt to hide our lower bodies. As our eyes met, we couldn't help but burst out in laughter at the predicament we had found ourselves in. A couple seconds later, Connor came strolling through the back door,

"Hey guys, what's so funny?"

Cass was quick to reply,

"Ohh nothing, Matt was just telling me about a movie he had just seen."

As we both hugged the ledge of the pool looking up to Matt, I tried to engage in conversation to make it look casual,

"So how'd it go?"

"Everything's good, I'm all set now," Connor replied. 

"So, are you ready to go?" he continued.

I hesitated,

"Umm, I was thinking I'd hang out a bit, take advantage of the pool some more." I stammered.

"Sure thing man, stay as long as you like. I'm starving though so I'm gonna grab some grub, I saw this new pizza place, thought I'd check it out."

Cassandra and I smiled simultaneously.

"You guys want anything?" Connor continued.

"I'll take a slice," Cass chirped.

"Uhh, yeah, me too," I added.

"Okay then, see you guys in a while." With that, Matt went back through the door and out front to his car. 

I looked over to Cass, her elbows resting on the pool's ledge. She was straining her neck to get a look inside.

"Is he gone?" I asked. We then heard the rumble of a car engine start.

"I guess so," Cassandra replied. 

I swam over to her, coming up behind her. 

"Do you think he knows?" I whispered, gently moving forward, pressing my body against Cass's. 

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Upon hearing Matt's question, I felt his hardened cock pressing against my butt.

"Doesn't seem like it, I think we got away," I replied. I smiled as I wiggled my butt, grinding my ass against Matt's hardon. 

"We better hurry, that pizza place isn't that far," I continued. I reached behind, grasping hold of Matt's cock over his boxers. I squeezed a little. That was all the prompting Matt needed. He quickly slid his boxers down to his knees. My hands darted through the cool water, swiftly undoing the ties on my bikini bottom. I retrieved the scant fabric and clutched it in my hands. I only had to wait a few seconds before I felt Matt's cock pressing through the cheeks of my ass. Soon, the tip of his penis was nudging against the slit of my cunt. I eased my butt back, feeling his swollen manhood part the lips of my pussy, sliding into me. It felt so wonderful, having his warm cock fill me, all surrounded by the cool water. Matt pushed forward till our bodies were pressed hard against the edge. I felt his face bury against my neck, his pout lips planting shy kisses. I began to gyrate my hips as he gently bucked his. His throbbing penis was now sliding in and out of me with ease as we began to make waves in the pool. Every two seconds I'd feel his warm skin squash against my ass as his cock penetrated me, gliding against the lips of my cunt. Matt began to quicken his pace, his hands now on my hips as he pounded away.

"Ohh fucckk yeah, Matt, yess,yess!" I encouraged. 

I pressed my forehead against the edge of the pool, and clutched my bikini bottoms even tighter as I felt my body shudder in ecstasy.

"Ohh god yesss!!!" I screamed and I reached satisfaction. 

A few seconds later, Matts soft moaning turned into loud grunts as he pressed his face into by back. I felt him do two swift thrusts before leaving his cock buried in me, where I felt his orgasmic throbs.

"Mhmmm, fuck," he managed. 

We stood there embracing for a few seconds before Matt shifted backwards, his soft penis, slipping out of me with ease. I turned to face him. We smiled at each other. He leaned in and we shared a kiss as I attempted to put on my bikini and he pulled up his boxers. A few minutes more of kissing passed before we got out of the pool. Matt wrapped me in a towel as I tied one around his waist. We sat holding hands in the lounge chair till we heard Connor's car. We stood up and smiled at each other before heading inside to grab a slice.