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Earned

By: WFEATHER



The exhausted submissive still moans softly, hanging limply in her bonds, as she remains nicely secured to the metal support at one end of the new clothesline. After such a long and harsh session, amanda's mind is definitely in a fog: her vision, when she dares to open her eyes, seems clouded - not helped by the dimming light of sunset. The tightness of the corset does not help either, nor does the seemingly-tighter bondage belt she wears. her throat is dry and probably cracked like sun-baked mud, due both to dehydration and her many screams as the whips now hanging from the bondage belt were repeatedly applied all over her body. Fortunately, with the thick sheen of sweat still covering her body, the breeze helps to cool her now that the day's ordeal has passed. 

And now here she stands (somewhat), attached to one end of the clothesline, her body still aching everywhere - even her hair seems to hurt. Hearing a soft sound, she forces herself to open her eyes and lift her head in the direction of the sound, and through her blurred vision and strands of hair sees her Master approaching with a blanket and a small cooler. Thinking that perhaps the play session is not yet completed, she closes her eyes again and allows her head to droop toward her chest, trying to rest as much as she can before the session continues. 

her Master's gentle caress a few moments later is a pleasant surprise. Despite her exhaustion, she tries to press herself forward into His hands, which then quickly withdraw. The session is apparently not even close to finished, given her Master's response; she slumps again in her bonds, resigned to endure whatever is to happen to her next. 

her Master unhooks a whip from the bondage belt. Even with her eyes closed, amanda knows it is the mini-bullwhip with the one-foot handle and two-foot single tail with the two-inch split end. Although much softer than before, her screams soon fill the air, her body instinctively fighting against the bonds as the corset seems to crush her heaving torso in her struggle to breathe between screams. The sheen of sweat thickens upon her, and her vision is even more blurred the few times she dares to open her eyes to see the mini-bullwhip ready to strike her again. The strikes continue until well after she has again fallen limp in her bonds and is unable to muster much more than a whimper from her painfully-parched throat. 

The vicious flogging finally ends, and the mini-bullwhip is again snapped to a D-ring on the bondage belt. amanda simply tries to regroup mentally, tries to calm herself and internalize the pain of the whipping. Just as she has finally settled her mind and her body, her Master deposits several large ice cubes down the front of her panties, then presses Himself tightly to her and hugs her fiercely even as she dances about as much as she can to try to alleviate the cold burning. Every rapid breath is now quite painful due to her parched throat, yet holding her breath for a while is simply not an option. 

As the last of the ice mercifully melts in her panties, her Master kneels at her feet and unbuckles the thick ankle cuffs, leaving them attached to the chain wrapped tightly around the base of the clothesline's support pole. Slowly, He licks the water trickling from the melting ice as He works His way up her legs. At her waist, He unbuckles the bondage belt and, leaving the whips attached, sets it aside before continuing to kiss and caress His way up the captive woman's body. 

Once at her chest, her Master reaches behind the support pole and unsnaps one end of the thick, heavy chain which simultaneously forms her breast bondage and secures her torso to the pole. amanda is clearly a bit antsy to be free of her confinement, yet her Master moves VERY slowly as he unwraps the heavy chain, pausing often to reverently kiss or caress her. 

At last, the chain removed and set aside with the bondage belt and whips, her Master unbuckles the thick wrist cuffs, leaving them connected to the D-rings on either end of the crossbar. Almost instantly, amanda slumps forward into His protective arms, and He is definitely ready to support her, helping her to lay down on the nearby blanket. 

With most of the day's light now gone, the temperature of the mountainside air cools even more, much to amanda's delight. Reaching into the cooler, her Master retrieves a small sport bottle of cold water and gives it to the submissive so that she can begin to rehydrate herself. As she lays on the blanket and drinks slowly (albeit awkwardly since she lays on her stomach), He slowly undoes the lacing of her corset, spreading it to expose her back when finished and instantly relieving some of her body's aches. 

Taking a wet washcloth from the cooler, her Master wrings out the excess water and slowly wipes the submissive's back to cool her a little faster. As the final rays of sunlight disappear from the sky, her Master cares gently for the aching submissive, and promises a warm bath followed by a light dinner once she feels strong enough to return to the cabin. 

amanda knows that she will certainly sleep well tonight, a long, peaceful sleep she has definitely earned. Perhaps she has also earned a night sharing her Master's bed. 

Earned It



He was very methodical as he applied the ice to her ass cheeks. Slowly rubbing the cube over her skin while pinning her in position draped over one knee with his free arm as she tried to squirm away. The cold water from the melting ice drizzled down her ass cheeks and inner thigh, occasional drops finding their way down her crack and across her pouty lips. It was, by this point, impossible to tell which was her wetness and which was melted ice between her legs.

She mewed and pulled and struggled, but not that much. There was two reasons for this. The first was, she knew that if she did manage to get an arm free or a leg on the ground, the spanking to follow would be that much harsher. The second reason was. . .she had been a brat all day long so she had earned the spanking and by God, she was gonna get it.

She had started when he came home from work. He had his gray suit on that always made him look so reserved and clean cut. He had walked into their house and found her sex toys laying all over the floor. There was a dirty movie playing in the DVD player, carefully queued to a girl peeing outdoors. In front of the TV set was a big wet spot on the carpet. The implication was, although wrong, very clear to him.

He had not said a word. Instead he had drank the entire scene in and then walked to the kitchen to find her. There he found even more sex toys strewn about casually and smears of chocolate (suspiciously looking like chocolate hand prints) on the counter and fridge door. In the sink was a big ice dildo, now thawed and covered with strawberry lubricant.

Walking from the kitchen to the hall way he found a trail of clothing, starting with a shirt (his, with chocolate smears on the front) and then skirt. A few feet further there was a bra with the lace ripped and then a pair of panty hose with the crotch ripped out. At the bedroom door was her panties, wet with her cum, hung on the door knob.

Swinging the door inward, he expected to find her waiting there. Instead he saw the bedroom was pristine, not a thing out of place. More than anything, this worried him. Either she was not done yet or she had been so busy in other places that she hadn't gotten around to the bedroom. Either way, it did not bode well.

Walking into the master bedroom bathroom, he found the tub filled and the water long since cold. Rubber toys floated in the water and the floor was covered in a shallow pool. Someone had been having fun in the bathtub. A set of anal beads and a waterproof vibrator still were in the tub, along with a wax banana from the table center piece and a turkey baster. He stopped and tried to imagine what the hell was going on and gave up.

Puzzled that he had not heard her yet, he stood still and listened. He heard nothing, just the hum of the ceiling fan. Then. . .a tiny sound. He listened harder and tried to figure it out. . .figure out where it was coming from. There it was again. Distant. . .like through closed doors. Moaning. . .and then a beep. His car.

With hurried strides he went down the hall and to the garage. She was toying with him which, truth be told, had been amusing for at least 15 seconds before the anger set in. Slamming the garage door open he saw his beautiful 65 mustang, the bright, cherry red hood covered with chocolate hand prints. There was also some undefined wetness right at the edge that he had a fair idea of what it was. Sure enough, a dildo was laying on the ground under it and his suspicions were confirmed. She had cum on his hood and left. 

The side door to the backyard was open. He walked out of it, good and mad now, but controlling his anger. Striding down the walk into the back yard he saw her there, sitting on the edge of the pool, covered in chocolate like she had been rubbing it over her body, chewing the last mouthful. As he started to speak she slipped to the side and into the water. 

Damnit! He thought.

She popped back up after a few seconds and smiled at him.

"Oh.....Daddy! I didn't hear you come in!" She said in a gleeful innocent tone.

"Didn't. . . .?" Calm thoughts . . . calm mind . . . relax. . .breathe. . . 

"Ya...I was swimming." She said and nodded in agreement with herself.

"Didn't. . ." That word was just choking him.

"Ya. . . welcome home!" She grinned.

The conversation degenerated from there. Unable to get past the word "Didn't" he began to grin and repeat it as he chuckled and pulled her out of the pool. She protested, saying that it was not her because she wasn't covered in chocolate, that maybe someone broke in and stole all their chocolate and these were all clues. It did not go over well.

So she found herself over his knee, ice being applied to her bare ass for a period of about twenty minutes or so. By this time, her ass felt frozen, numb. He pinched each cheek and when he got no immediate response, he tossed the last of the ice back into the bowl at his feet.

She pondered what he was doing. Making her numb seemed to defeat the purpose of a spanking. She squirmed and tried to look back and talk, to ask him what he was doing. He put a finger to her lips.

"Didn't." Was all he said and she got a bit worried.

She opened her mouth again to speak and the look he gave her made her close it again immediately. He smiled and pet her head and leaned down and kissed her forehead. Oh shit, she though, she was really in for it.

He pulled the hard plastic paddle out of the ice where it had been cooling since he began to ass freezing. Touching it to his lips, he grinned. It was nicely cold. He smiled and waited. She wiggled and tried to figure out what he was waiting for. He ass was slowly becoming not as numb, the warmth of the air was thawing her.

Then she started to squirm and wiggle even more. It felt like pins and needles in her ass cheeks as her ass thawed and the blood flow returned. It was stingy and itchy and. .. 

Whack!

She screamed out. The paddle hit her ass hard and the pins and needles burned into her as she thawed and was spanked and all of the sensation went into one big OUCH.

Whack

Whack

Whack!

Whack!

Each cheek soft and then each cheek hard. The sting seeming to resonate through her whole body and just bounce around inside her. As the paddle hit again and again, the cold of it emphasized the thawing sensation and made each blow hurt more and more. He was chuckling as she wailed and struggled, almost in earnest now. This hurt so bad.

The paddling seemed to blur and the individual smacks became one long burning sting with pulsating thumps. It was constant pain as he paddled her hard and fast now, working each cheek until she was shaking and then on to the next. 

He mind spun as he popped her again and again, she couldn't tell if he was holding her hands back any more. She wasn't struggling, she was limp on him and sobbing. Her mind was clouded and unable to make any coherent sense. The paddles came faster and faster, harder and harder. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't.

She sobbed and cried as he spanked her. The tears seeming to be so cleansing. It was like each time he hit her and she sobbed, she was lighter, smaller, safer. His spanking was not slowing. He kept going through her tears. As the paddle struck her again and again, the tears stopped, she was empty of them. Now another sensation came through. Pure fire. Her ass was burning and that flowed through her. Soon her spine was alive with it and then her pussy.

She moaned and lifted her ass up to him to strike it. He swatted her hard enough to drive her back into his lap. She moaned and came on him, feeling the juices squishing out of her pussy. More. . .that was all her mind could focus on. She wanted more.

Raising her ass up he struck her again hard, this time with his bare hand. The feeling of his flesh striking hers made her shiver all over. He spanked her hard and fast, his bare hand all over her bare ass, the fire and pain shooting through her and oozing out her pussy along with her cum. 

Moaning quietly, she found her voice was also tiny now. She was unable to make a loud noise. She mewed and whimpered as he spanked her all over. His hands struck so that her ass cheeks and cunt spread wide open. the cold air licked her and she trembled as an aftershock went through her. Hard, sweet spanks all over. Daddy loved her so much.

She woke up, unsure of when she had gone blank. Her ass hurt and she knew she would have the deep bruises to show for the spanking for many days. Her body was like limp pasta and didn't really listen to her commands to move to well. With great effort she opened her eyes and saw she was curled in his lap and he was stroking her hair.

"I was bad girl." She whispered.

"I know." He said tenderly.

"I wanted a spanking." She confessed.

"I know." He smiled.

"I sorry."

"I know." He kissed her forehead.

Now everything was all right in the world. She was forgiven.

There was a long pause.

"But why the car?" He asked finally.

She giggled and snuggled into him.

"No...seriously. . .the car is off limits." He said as she buried her face into his chest. She giggled and pointed at the end table by the couch.

He shook his head. An empty box of chocolate covered cherries. His car was his cherry. She giggled and grinned proudly as she saw he got it.



Earning a Dollar



Being an escort was proving to have many advantages lately, being insatiable I'm thankful business was good. The limousine ride to the city seemed so long ago, though it was just 24 hours ago. Here I was getting dropped back off at my humble apartment wishing that somehow I could start the previous night all over.

I had prepared myself for the date in the usual manor, with a long hot shower and a very thorough cleaning. Baby oil, body oils and a soft application of my makeup and perfume. The scent of it seems so part of my life now, making me feel all the more the woman that someday I could completely be. 

During our chat he was very specific on what to wear. What had me wondering was why he wanted to know my clothing sizes. I put on my red lace panties and bra and slid on my thigh high black stockings, never knowing which made me felt better, the satin or the nylon. I'd taken hormones so my breasts fit snuggly in the bra, and I decided I liked that feeling as well. 

I slipped on my short black leather skirt, my favorite because of the scent as well as the way it accentuated my slender form and legs. Of course I wore the patent leather black 5 inch heels, certainly not designed with walking in mind, they made my desire for sex even more so. To top it all of there was my black silk shirt and an assortment of jewelry.

On the 45 minute ride to the city I could only contemplate what it must be like to have the money this man had to afford a two thousand dollar date and maintain a limousine , the wife he'd described to me, and a plush apartment overlooking Central Park.

None the less my mind was focused on the task ahead . I looked at it as a more a hobby than a job but still believed the customers' satisfaction came long before mine. When the drive was over the driver was kind enough to accompany me to the apartment door. When the lady of the house opened the door he excused himself and I thanked him. 

As I entered the apartment I was immediately drowned in her beauty. Not the perfect trophy wife as I'd expected but a finely sculpted creature whom I immediately desired. Her imperfections were actually what made her perfect. She was taller than I'd expected and her walk was stronger than most women of that class. Her long Auburn hair reflected all the richness of the apartment and as she introduced herself to me with a long, slow, deep kiss I was immediately reminded why I was here. 

She handed me an envelope and I put that in my purse as she walked me straight to the bedroom. I couldn't help but look at her delicious ass in the white silk kimono she was wearing. She stood me by the bed and asked me to wait just a moment after another sweet kiss and excused herself to get her husband.

He entered and merely said "hello" from the far side of the room and little did I know that would be his last word for the day. He sat in a chair by the door, so I hadn't much time to check him out. I already knew he was one of a few men I would have loved to date for free. An athletic man, handsome and well groomed. He was in his 50's but looked like what money does best, hold back the sands of time.

She came up tome and immediately swooped down upon my body. She started on my neck and slowly worked her way down my chest and removed my shirt to suck on my nipples and give soft bites. She held my arms back and wouldn't let me touch her for the moment. I could do nothing more than stand there and feel the blood rushing through my veins and feel my hardness grow. She unzipped my skirt and I remember hearing it fall to my feet. 

She pulled my panties down and started sucking my cock like she had been with me all my life and knew all the sensitive spots and all my favorite moves. All the while her husband sat in the chair just rubbing himself through his pants. She stood back up and dropped her kimono, revealing all I could merely dream of that I always wanted to be. She was naked under the kimono as I'd suspected before when I was admiring her ass. 

She took my panties and wiped them up against her wet pussy and then lifted them to my face and kissed me and we both licked the wetness from the satin. She again rubbed them on herself and then brought them over to her husbands side where she knelt down and unzipped him. She pulled out his truly beautiful cock and encased it in my panties.

She licked his cock and sucked it for a moment and then returned to me. 

We kissed and rubbed and she let me feel her soft skin finally and then she lay me down on the bed and as she sucked my cock again she let me taste her sweet, wet pussy and we stayed that way for quite some time. She pulled her dildo out of the nightstand and shoved it immediately up my ass. 

I could no longer access her as she devoted her total self to my ass and cock. Gliding her tongue up and down my shaft and under my balls to where the dildo was vibrating away and going in and out of me faster and faster. 

I couldn't believe I was getting paid for this right from the start but I was the one being serviced , not either one of them. I wasn't sure I could hold back much longer when she squeezed my cock hard and pulled the dildo all the way out and lay back down at my side. 

I returned her favors and kissed and sucked my way down her graceful body and had removed my shoes and stockings to feel our skin together with no barriers. I ate her pussy until she bucked her way through two orgasms and then lay back down along side her and she sat back up and straddled me and slowly slid my cock inside her sopping wet pussy. As she did this I guided the dildo into her ass and she kissed me and bit my lip. 

She was going wild and I had almost forgotten her husband sat across the room just watching.

Finally after what seemed like hours we both came together. As I reached a tremendous orgasm and she convulsed on my cock I could see out the corner that her husband was cumming all over my panties in his hand. We slumped together on the bed, catching our breath. We just snuggled and kissed for a while.

Then she started again on my cock with her hot mouth and suddenly got up and went to her husband retrieving the panties she put them on. They were now wet with his cum and hers and she came to me and I licked them and sucked the juices from her. 

As she stood there I had gotten out of bed and was kneeling in front of her. I sucked her clit and fingered her deep inside and then stood and she guided me back inside her. Her husband got up and left the room. 

We fucked standing up and then she bent over across the bed and I fucked her ass until we both came again. I remember collapsing next to her and we lay there recovering and myself amazed at the whole situation and the fact I had cum so soon a second time. 

We both went to the bathroom and took a shower together, washing each others bodies and kissing and nibbling every so often. After the shower she brought me back to the bedroom where there was a bag full of clothes, lingerie and a beautiful silk kimono matching hers. 

We did our makeup together and then she helped me and I helped her dress. We walked to the dining room, where we were served a dinner and had several bottles of wine. The whole dinner he never spoke a word and sat at the far end of the table while she and I chatted and sat side by side almost in the same chair. 

As the dinner came to an end I suddenly became the desert. 

She had started by rubbing my cock into the silk kimono getting me hard and talking dirty to me in front of the servant as he cleared the table. 

She had me go to the servant as he stood at her husbands side and I pulled his cock from his pants and began sucking him only inches from her husband. 

That's when she came up from behind me with a strap on and entered my ass making me her bitch and telling me I was. I was in heaven, getting it from both ends and she was rubbing my cock as well with the kimono bunched up around my chest. When he flooded me with his cum I could hear her cumming from behind me and that was all I could take, cumming a third time, a first for me inside of one day. 

The servant zippered up and left the room and she came over to her husband and sucked him off while I licked at her ass and pussy from under her. I could tell when he came as she began to cum all over my face. He got up and left the room, and we returned to the bedroom. I was never to see him the rest of the night.

We both undressed and got into bed. We were both spent and knew it but we continued to caress and suck each other through the evening until after hours of talking we slept a deep and peaceful sleep. When I woke up she was still at my side, sticking her tongue in my ear to wake me.

We kissed and I started sucking her delicious tits, when I felt her reach around and guide the dildo in my ass. I didn't believe I was ready for another round but she had me convinced moments later with her warm mouth. 

As son as she got me hard she guided me into her moist pussy and started talking dirty. Telling me she wanted me to fuck her ass and fill it with my cum. 

She told me to take the dildo from me and put it in her pussy and stick my cock in her ass. So I lifted her legs to my shoulders and slowly slipped my lubed cock into her ass while I pulled the vibrator in and out of her pussy. 

I was deep and could feel the vibrations of the dildo on my cock as well.

It was then that I realized her husband was in the chair watching us and again rubbing himself in my red panties. I had wished he would get up and come over to me and take me as his wife had done the night before. But at the moment she was keeping me very occupied. 

I was rubbing her breasts and she was rubbing mine still talking dirty the whole time. She was begging me to fill her ass, and told me I would get to taste her husbands cum again. 

Finally she came with thunderous emotions and talking so dirty it took me over the edge while watching her and her husband both cum , I came again inside her ass. She then rolled me over and sat on my face and let my face get smothered in her juices and my cum dripping from her ass. 

I licked her and sucked her pussy and ass and she again came and then got up and got the panties from her husband. She brought them over to me and I sucked the cum off of them while she fingered herself and watched me clean them once again. 

Her husband had gotten up and left and we lay in bed snuggling until the servant from the night before with the 8 inch cock brought us a tray of fruit and tea.

She lay the tray beside us and told him to show me if he appreciated the night before. He pulled his cock out and I played with it and licked it until he was good and hard. Then I got up off the bed and lay across it bent over and guided his wet cock into my ass. 

I ate her pussy while he fucked me from behind and then he came inside me while she came all over my face. I thanked him and he zipped up and left the room.

We lay there a while sharing the fruit and then we took a shower together. Again we did our makeup and dressed together. She put all new clothes on me and stuck my old clothes in the bag. 

We went to the living room. She told me her husband was keeping my red panties and that they were both very happy. The driver was there at the door. 

The next thing I knew we were pulling up in my driveway. He woke me gently with a soft toned, "ma'am". I got out of the limo, then realizing how sore I was, but it was in a good way. I entered my apartment and opened my purse and the envelope to find an extra thousand dollars in it. I knew then I could afford to spend the rest of the month recovering. 



Earning A Job With Her Feet



Dave's wife Heather had been out of work for a few months when Dave had a car accident. Dave's injuries left him unable to work and left them in desperate need of money. Heather applied for every job she was remotely qualified for and didn't even get to the interview stage with anyone. Then at last one of the places called to set up an interview.

Heather was dressed in her most professional looking clothes when she left the house and she promised Dave that she would get the job no matter what.

Her interview was with a woman named Jane and Heather did her best to make herself the most appealing candidate. When the interview was over Heather asked Jane what she thought.

"I'll be honest with you, you aren't really qualified for the opening we have." Jane said.

"Please give me a chance, I need this job I'm on the verge of losing my house." Heather pleaded.

"I sympathize with you, but I can't give you a job you aren't qualified for just so you can keep your house." Jane said.

"Please, I'm desperate. I'll do whatever it takes to get this job." Heather said.

"People always say that and they never mean it." Jane said.

"But I do mean it. I'll do anything, just give me a chance. Please!" Heather begged.

Jane thought for a moment then she smiled.

"Very well, I will give you a chance to earn this job. Meet me at this address in one hour." Jane said and handed Heather a piece of paper.

Heather had no idea what Jane could possibly want, but she went to the address anyway. She found upon her arrival that the address was Jane's home address and when she knocked on the door Jane let her in and offered her some wine.

Heather was very nervous about the whole situation so she took the drink to calm herself down.

"What do I have to do to get this job?" Heather asked.

"It's very simple. All you have to do is let me put my feet in your pussy and your ass and you put your feet in my pussy and my ass." Jane said.

"Say what?" Heather asked as she stood up and started pacing from the shock of what Jane had proposed.

"Calm down, there's no reason to get excited. You said you would do whatever it takes to get this job and I have told you what you have to do." Jane said.

"But I'm a married woman, and I'm straight." Heather said.

"I'm not a lesbian either, I've just always had a fantasy about having a foot in my pussy and my ass and having my foot in another woman's pussy and ass. My feet are quite small, as you can see, not much bigger than your husband's penis I bet and your feet are tiny as well. I have given you a chance to earn the job you so desperately need, all you have to do is accept my offer." Jane said.

Heather thought about her situation for awhile trying to decide what to do.

"This would be a one time thing right, you wouldn't make me do it once a week or anything?" Heather asked.

"That's right. As far as I'm concerned once it is over it will never be spoken of again. Unless of course we both enjoy it and decide to do it again." Jane said.

"Well, I really need this job and if that is what it takes to get it then I'll do it." Heather said.

"Excellent, let's go to my bedroom where we'll be more comfortable." Jane said.

They entered Jane's bedroom and Heather sat on the edge of the bed nervously as Jane opened her dresser drawer and pulled out two enormous bottles of lubricant.

"This should help our feet slide in and out easily. Why are you just sitting there? I am not going to slide my foot up your skirt and around your panties. I intend to see my foot sliding into you, that's a big part of my fantasy, now get undressed." Jane said.

The two women undressed. Heather is 26, she's five foot two with dark hair, a great body and perfect tits, Jane is just over five feet and she has long auburn hair and small breasts, but still has a great body for a woman of 43.

When they'd both undressed Jane looked Heather up and down for a minute then put things into motion.

"Now lie down with your head at that end of the bed and I'll have mine down here. We need to work this lubricant into our asses and pussies so our feet will be able to slide in easily." Jane said.

She handed a bottle of lubricant to Heather and they began working it into their own pussies and asses.

"We're ready to begin. I'll go first, so rub some lubricant on my right foot." Jane said.

Heather was very nervous so her hands were shaking as she applied a generous amount to Jane's foot. Once she'd covered Jane's foot with the lube Heather moved herself up and braced herself against the headboard because she knew it would be a tight fit.

"Here we go. It might help if you held yourself open at the start." Jane said.

Heather gently pulled her pussy open as Jane gently placed her toes against Heather's pussy and pushed her big toe inside. She moved her foot around until all five of her toes were in Heather's pussy. She stroked them in and out and moved them around to stretch Heather's pussy out to make it easier to get the rest of her foot inside. 

Heather let out a deep groan as Jane pushed her foot a few more inches into her pussy. Jane stroked her foot in and out for a few seconds at each new depth before she would push even deeper into Heather.

Within ten minutes Jane's right foot was in up to the heel and then she forced that in too. Heather had a monstrous orgasm as her stretched pussy swallowed Jane's foot all the way to the ankle. Jane began stroking her foot in and out deep inside Heather's pussy as Heather thrashed about on the bed from the pain and pleasure of having Jane's foot inside of her.

"How does it feel?" Jane asked.

"It feels like I'm going to split in two. I've never been so stretched in my life." Heather said.

"Brace yourself I'm going to see how deep I can get." Jane said.

With that Jane forced her foot even deeper until half of her calf had disappeared into Heather's pussy.

"I never knew a pussy was so deep." Jane said.

"It feels like your foot is in my lung." Heather groaned.

Jane began stroking in and out and wiggling her toes. The sensation was too much for Heather and she exploded into too many orgasms to count.

After about half an hour of thrusting her foot deep into the farthest reaches of Heather's pussy Jane slipped her foot out. Heather's pussy remained wide open from being stretched so much for so long.

"Okay, you trade places with me and catch your breath while I lube up your foot." Jane said.

Heather was exhausted from the intensity of her orgasms. She had recovered enough by the time Jane was ready that she was able to push her toes into Jane. 

Jane let out a moan and Heather pushed in deeper. Unlike Jane she had no intention of going slow, she wanted to reach the maximum depth as quickly as possible.

In less than five minutes Heather's right foot and over half of her calf had been swallowed by Jane's hot dripping wet pussy. Jane had three orgasms from the insertion process and as Heather began stroking her foot in and out Jane became delirious as she was overcome by nearly continuos orgasms. Eventually Jane passed out and Heather pulled her foot from Jane's pussy and woke her up.

"That was incredible. Are you ready to see how far my foot will go into your ass?" Jane asked.

"Do we have to? We are both pretty tired from what we've already done." Heather said.

"No ass no job, and you've already come too far to not end up with this job haven't you?" Jane asked.

"Yes. Let's just get this over with." Heather said.

Now my wife is not a big fan of anal sex. I have asked her for it many times and she has only given in on special occasions, so I know for a fact that the thought of having Jane's foot in her ass was not a pleasant one.

Jane had Heather lube up her left foot and then hold her legs out as wide as she could.

"I know this will be painful at first, but as soon as you adjust to being so stretched you might get some pleasure out of it, and just remember you get to do it to me next." Jane said as she circled her toes around Heather's asshole.

Heather screamed so loud that she had to cover her face with a pillow as Jane pushed her toes inside of her ass. 

Again Jane went slowly stroking in and out at each depth to give Heather a chance to adjust. As Heather would begin to adjust to a new depth Jane would push a little further inside. It took nearly half an hour but Jane found the maximum depth.

"Wow, I'm in your ass almost up to the knee. How do you feel?" Jane asked.

"Like you're rearranging my intestines." Heather said.

"I probably am a little. Let me know if it gets too painful, I don't want to hurt you." Jane said.

Jane stroked her foot in and out of Heather's ass for nearly twenty minutes before she noticed Heather's still stretched pussy.

"Your pussy is still wide open. I wonder if I can get both of my feet in you at the same time." Jane said.

"That wasn't part of the deal." Heather said.

"We never actually discussed how many feet would be where at what time. Don't worry, if it hurts a lot just tell me and I'll stop." Jane said.

Jane took Heather's lack of protest as an okay and placed her right foot back at the opening to the pussy it had ravaged earlier. She was able to get in to the heel easily and Heather screamed out in pain as Jane forced her heel in and again slid her right foot into the depths of Heather's pussy.

Heather pulled the pillow off of her face and looked down to see Jane's left foot in her ass almost up to the knee and Jane's right foot in her pussy over half way up the calf.

"Jesus I'm such a whore. I never should have agreed to this. No job is worth this. What will my husband say when I come home with my pussy and ass stretched like this?" Heather asked.

"When he learns that you secured a $70,000 a year job he won't ask how you got it." Jane said.

"The job I was applying for didn't pay that much." Heather said.

"I'm going to make you my personal assistant, you've shown that you'll go the extra mile to get things done. Now, let's get your foot in my ass and hopefully you can get the other one in my pussy at the same time." Jane said.

Heather was brutal as she forced her foot deep into Jane's ass. Jane covered her face with the pillow and screamed as Heather pushed her left leg into Jane's ass until nearly her entire calf had disappeared. She then forced her right foot back into Jane's pussy. Heather's muscular calves and Jane's tiny pussy and ass made it an extremely tight fit and once she had both feet in to at least mid calf she couldn't move.

After awhile Jane was ready to call it a day.

"Okay you can pull your feet out of me now." Jane said.

"No I can't." Heather said.

"Sure you can, you've got the job, in fact you got an even better job. Now please pull your feet out of me." Jane said.

"You don't get it, I've been trying to pull my feet out, they're stuck." Heather said.

"Stuck? Are you sure?" Jane asked.

"Do you think I want to stay like this, of course they're stuck." Heather said.

"How are we gonna get unstuck?" Jane asked.

"We could call the fire department or an ambulance." Heather said.

"No, I'm a respected businesswoman, it would destroy my career to have a scandal like this get out." Jane said.

"Well, I suppose we could call my husband." Heather said.

"Do you want him to see you like this?" Jane asked.

"Better him than a paramedic or fire fighter." Heather said.

"Okay, here's the phone, call him." Jane said.

Heather dialed the phone.

"Hello." Dave said.

"Honey it's me, I need your help, I'm in a little bit of a situation." Heather said.

"Are you okay?" Dave asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just need you to come to 1325 Maple Drive. Let yourself in and come directly to the master bedroom okay?" Heather asked.

"Were you raped?" Dave asked.

"No, just hurry okay." Heather said.

"I'm on my way." Dave said.

Dave took off and Heather hung up the phone.

"He's on his way." Heather said.

"Good. I was just looking at things and with the angle we're at, I could get my feet back inside you, what do you say we give your husband something better to get unstuck?" Jane asked.

"We might as well, just make sure you don't go as deep in the ass as you did last time." Heather said.

Jane forced her feet back into Heather's pussy and ass.

Dave arrived at the address ten minutes later and he was very cautious as he entered the house.

"Hello?" Dave called.

"Back here!" Heather yelled from the bedroom.

Dave made his way down the hallway to the bedroom and when he looked in through the open door the sight shocked him. His lovely wife was knee deep in the pussy and ass of a strange woman who herself was knee deep in the pussy and ass of his wife.

"Hi honey, this is Jane, and we need your help." Heather said.

"With what, it looks to me like you have everything well in hand or in this case foot." Dave said.

"This isn't a joke Dave, we're stuck like this, now help us." Jane said.

"Okay, but first tell me how you ended up stuck this way." Dave said.

"That's my fault. Your wife was so desperate for a job she wasn't qualified for that when she said she'd do anything to get it I decided to use her to live out one of my sexual fantasies." Jane said.

"And as you can see we got in a little too deep. Now help us." Heather said.

"Okay, but there's one thing I can't resist doing first." Dave said.

Dave undressed and got on the bed. He straddled Jane's head.

"Now you're going to suck my dick while I lick those two engorged clits." Dave said.

Jane started to protest but as soon as she opened her mouth Dave pushed his cock in. He lowered his head to where the two clits were separated by only a thigh and began licking one while rubbing the other and then switching.

Jane had protested at first but soon she was taking Dave's cock as deep into her throat as she could get it. Heather was playing with her breasts while Dave licked and rubbed her clit. Both women were having numerous orgasms that made their pussies contract even tighter around the foot stuck in them.

When Dave was close to cumming he pulled out of Jane's mouth and shot his load across her tits. He then got off the bed and pulled the two women apart. The two women were exhausted but found the strength to move into each other's arms. Heather lowered her head and licked Dave's cum from Jane's tits.

Dave helped his tired wife dress and as he was carrying her toward the door Jane called after them.

"I'll see you Monday!" Jane said.

Dave carried Heather home and put her to bed.



Earning a Living



This isn't meant to sound vain or arrogant but I'm sexy and very pretty and look a bit like the singer Katy Perry. I've been popular with guys since my boobs first developed just after my 13th birthday. They are now 32c and I'm a natural size 10 with longish died black hair. I'm Bianca; 21 the youngest of three sisters, Tanya – 29, Stacey – 27 and me; the black sheep of the family with 6 tattoos to prove it. 

Looking like I do has been a curse and a blessing in equal measures over the years. I love the attention my looks and boobs brings as I've always been an attention seeker – you should see how I dress! But I'm drawn to 'bad boys' who are often married or in a relationship. They, in return are drawn to me; which is why I had to move in with my elder sister 6 weeks ago. I'll not bore you with the details but my flatmate wasn't too happy when she found me in her bed with her boyfriend and his brother. What made it worse was that I worked in my flatmate's parents' shop so following a stand-up argument in front of everyone when I arrived in the shop two days later; I lost my job too.

My sister, Tanya and her family live in a four bed roomed detached house on a very nice estate.

No job meant no money so I've found myself living with my elder sister and her family. She's got a good job in a Bank and her husband manages a Supermarket across town. Her husband Max is a great guy (if a little boring) and has a crush on me. Max left for work at 7am every morning and Tanya took their son to school on her way to work every morning at 8.15 which left me free to be bored out of my skull all day as I had no money; until they came home at 6 o'clock.

Well, I say 'bored' but that just means I could make my own entertainment! 

I'd moved in on the Saturday and on the Wednesday I was standing at the door from the utility room at about 11.30; smoking a cigarette and checking my texts. The doorway was quite secluded; with a high locked gate at one end to the left of the linked passageway and to the right two back gardens were about 6 feet the other way. Suddenly the door to the neighbouring utility room opened and a man in his fifties got a shock as he put some rubbish in the wheelie-bin.

"Fu.....Bloody Hell!" He laughed and clutched his chest – pretending to have a heart attack. "I'm not used to anyone else being around during the week." He laughed.

I smiled and introduced myself.

"Of course," he joked, "I'd forgottan that Tanya was expecting guests."

He introduced himself as Ian; but everyone called him Minty and chatted about the neighbourhood and his grown up family. I was so engrossed in the conversation it didn't dawn on me until after a couple of minutes that I was still wearing the loose t-shirt that I'd worn in bed and it finished about 5 inches above my knees and I was wearing nothing underneath – no bra or panties. The dirty old bugger was getting an eyeful; especially as the cool breeze in the passageway between the houses was making my nipples stiffen and the hem of the shirt flap a little.

When I finished my cigarette I made my excuses and went back inside. It wasn't just my nipples that were tingling now....my pussy was too. A mans age has never been a problem for me; and Ian was well in his 50's over 6 feet tall and very thick set and rugged with a number 2 crop and a gold earring. He looked a bit like Shrek but with a twinkle in his eyes. I was soon standing in the middle of the huge kitchen stroking my damp kitty. I heard some noises from the garden and spotted Minty hanging the washing out. The more I watched from my secluded position the less he looked like Shrek and more like Jack Nicholson, dressed in his baggy combat shorts and Nike t-shirt. I also spotted a tattoo on each of his calves and a couple of faded ones on his forearms. One was a Bulldog holding a Union Jack and another looked like a football crest. 

He eventually spotted me and smiled and waved. I waved back, but little did he know that my other hand was stroking my kitty. With all of the trauma of the last couple of weeks I hadn't had sex since the threesome fiasco with my ex-boss's husband and his brother. 18 cock free days was a long time for me and my pussy needed seeing to. I took my fresh cup of coffee and went back to bed and found my 'rampant rabbit' in my bag and proceeded to masturbate for the next hour or so; giving myself three orgasms fantasising about the failed threesome and my new next door neighbour. 

Before going to work my sister had left some money and a list of groceries that needed buying; so I unhappily went to the supermarket in the afternoon. On my return Minty was cutting the grass on his front lawn. When he saw me get out of the taxi and approach the house he pulled his i-pod earphones out and winked. "How're you this afternoon?"

"Fine thanks." I replied and brushed some imaginary fluff off my chest. 

"I nearly didn't recognise you with your clothes on." He winked again and stared at my tits.

I smiled and let myself into the house knowing the old man was watching my every move; which was no surprise; as I was wearing a very short denim skirt, white halter-vest and a black leather biker jacket.....and my red heels.

After dinner I mentioned meeting Minty. Tanya told me to keep away from 'that man' as he was 'trouble with a capital T'. Max disagreed; then told me that Minty had been arrested a couple of times for fighting at football matches and he owned a couple of rough pubs in the centre of town that his sons Phil and Grant managed and the local football hooligans met at; plus he also owned a garage that his other son Gary managed. 

Minty's wife Dawn owned a ladies dress shop in a shopping centre a couple of miles away. Oddly enough Tanya liked the wife; who sounded like a snob to me; just like her.

The following morning I lay in bed fiddling with my kitty until long after Max and Tanya left for work; then at roughly the same time as the previous day I wandered to the back door coffee in hand and lit a cigarette before checking my texts. I felt like a smitten schoolgirl as my stomach was in knots and my pulse was racing as I kept glancing at the neighbour's back door. I eventually smoked two cigarettes but there was no sign of him so I went back into the house and sulked in front of the TV. At about 2pm, I heard a car pull up on Minty's drive and watched him climb out of a large Range Rover carrying some shopping bags.

I instantly jumped off the sofa and rushed into the kitchen to make another cup of coffee. Still dressed in the t-shirt I'd slept in and deliberately not wearing any underwear I noisily opened the back door and lit a cigarette. Minty's door was already open but there was no sign of him. As I pressed the keypad on my phone I dropped my lighter and had to turn and bend to pick it up. When I stood back up Minty was standing at the door grinning like a Cheshire Cat; as he'd obviously just had an eyeful of my uncovered private parts up my t-shirt.

Without mentioning what he'd just seen or what he was now openly staring at we chatted about my financial predicament. I mentioned that I'd worked in several pubs in the past but he quickly let me know that he wasn't looking for new bar staff. Just like the previous day the breeze blew around the bottom of my t-shirt and this time blew it up an inch or two; but Minty never batted an eyelash. 

It became a regular occurrence (hardly accidental!) that we shared a coffee most mornings and a couple of lunchtimes over the next week. I would get up at about 11 and go straight to the back door in my t-shirt or short nightdress for my first cigarette of the day. A couple of times when he was working in his back garden or hanging washing out I would accidentally walk around the kitchen only wearing a bra and panties...but still he never said a word about my behaviour or made a move on me. I was getting more attention from my brother but he too was shit-scared to make a move. By the Wednesday of the second week I had to buy new batteries for my rabbit.

It was after buying the batteries I decided to put Plan B into action. When I arrived home I saw him working in his back garden, only wearing a pair of baggy grey marl sports shorts and some old trainers. His flabby belly was hanging over his shorts like a muffin but his grey and brown speckled hairy chest and stomach more than compensated. Plus I'd noted his hands were huge; like shovels. The theory is that a girl should look for a guy with big feet; but in my experience the link between big hands and a big cock is much more accurate.

Plan B went into action.

Without letting him see me, I unlocked the back door and ran upstairs to my bedroom and stripped off; then crossed the landing, naked to the bathroom. My plan wasn't exactly 'rocket science' as the bathroom door handle was genuinely wonky and the door really did get a little bit jammed. 

I had a nice hot shower and neatly trimmed and shaped my pubes then gave myself a little rub to lubricate my pussy a little more.

I looked out of the open frosted window to see Minty organising some flowers in the far corner of his garden. 

Satisfied everything was going to plan I pulled the door tightly closed and opened the window as far as it would go.

"Minty!" I shouted, "Minty!"

He looked around and couldn't see me, so walked towards the edge of his garden from where he could see both of the back doors. He still looked puzzled when I wasn't there.

"Up here!" I shouted again. "the bathroom."

He looked up and couldn't believe his eyes. I was hanging out of the narrow window with a towel wrapped around my hair but nothing else on. Obviously he couldn't see my boobs; but it must have been fairly obvious that I was naked.

"The bath room door won't open!" I explained with a smile on my face; "I'm locked in and need another towel."

"What can I do?" He grinned.

"Hopefully you can open it for me." I shouted back, "I think the back door should be open."

Seconds later I heard the door open and his heavy footsteps thumping up the stairs. The handle slowly turned and with an almighty thump the door sprung open and Minty was standing in the door frame. At first his face was a blank then his eyes feasted on me standing in front of the bath with only a small pink hand towel hardly covering my boobs and puss. Minty tried to stop it but eventually gave in and a huge grin lit up his face.

"Mmmmmm," he considered the scene before him; "do I get a prize?" 

"A prize?" I replied.

"My prize for being your Knight in shining armour." Minty grinned.

"What have you got in mind?" I chuckled; and before I knew what was happening he had pulled the towel out of my hands and threw it in the corner. I immediately covered my boobs and puss with my hands but Minty pulled them away and stared at my naked body, then forced his lips against mine and forcefully kissed me. A real hard aggressive sexy kiss....all lips tongue and passion. I responded.

Minty hastily began fondling my large titties and pushed his huge hand between my legs; which I spread for him. He was still powerfully kissing me when one of his fingers snaked between my pussy lips and slithered into my hole. My eyes began to bulge as his finger filled my puss fuller than half the cocks that had ever been up there.

Not to be outdone I began stroking his cock through his shorts. I was impressed. It felt massive. 

"Fucking Hell! That's fucking huge!" I panted when I looked down. His cock must have been over 7 inches long and as thick as my wrist.

He pulled his finger out of my puss and pushed me back against the sink then lifted my right leg up until my knee was touching my boob. With bulging eyes and flaring nostrils he kissed me again and began nudging his fat cock against my quim. It battered and pounded but wouldn't go in until I slid my hand between us and guided the knob past my dangling labia. It took my breath away as the knob and first inch stretched the neck of my pussy. Minty was now breathing very heavily and thrust his hips.

"FUUUCCCCKKKKK!" I gasped and threw my head back as he sank all 7 inches deep inside me. With my leg raised as it was, his cock felt like it was getting buried in my belly. The grey haired man was now fucking me like a devil. His arse was like a steam engine as it pumped his cock into my willing cunt. My hands were behind me gripping onto the sink while the whole room shook with each powerful thrust. 

"I'm not on the pill." I cried as his fucking became more frantic, "pull out....pull that fucker out!"

"Don't worry about me," he chuckled as his cock hit my cervix, "my soldiers have fired blanks for years!" 

With that he pulled my other leg up until I wrapped them around his flabby hips and flung my arms around his neck. My heart-shaped arse was delicately balanced on the sink. I hadn't been fucked like this for a long long time.....he was amazing....especially for a man his age!

"Ugh!" Minty eventually grunted, "Ugh...uuugggGGGHHH!" Then he gave one last powerful thrust and made my puss even hotter and wetter as he filled me full of spunk. As the last drop dribbled out of his cock Minty suddenly went limp and nearly dropped me. As we disentangled ourselves Minty was gasping for air and my legs were all wobbly when I put my feet on the tiled floor. 

"So you're not just a prick tease then." Minty chuckled as he bent double with his hands on his knees sucking in oxygen.

"I am a tease...... but I like prick more!" I laughed as I dabbed toilet roll between my legs to soak up his excess spunk.

We stood giggling like teenagers for a couple of minutes as we regained our senses. 

"I need another shower now." I smiled as I threw another spunk stained tissue into the toilet."

"I'll have to love you and leave you," Minty winked as he looked at his watch, "now that my work here is done!"

He pulled his pants and shorts up and turned to leave, then stopped. He returned to kiss me on the cheek.

"I enjoyed that, ta." He winked again as his hand stroked my tight arse.

I was so happy I virtually skipped to and from the shops later in the afternoon.

That evening my stomach was turning somersaults again when I opened the utility room door at about 9.15. Minty's door was already open so I nervously coughed before lighting my cigarette. A minute or so later Minty appeared with a glass of beer in his hand.

"How's my Maiden in distress tonight?" He smiled and slurped from the glass. "Fine thanks." I blushed.

"Where's everyone at?" He asked and nodded his head towards the front of the house.

"Watching a family friendly DVD." I rolled my eyes and took a long drag on my cigarette.

"The wife has a couple of friends around so I'm banished in here."

I looked at him with mischief in my eyes as I exhaled a thick plume of smoke.

"Fancy a gobble?" I grinned.

"Here?" He grinned too. I nodded. "Come on then."

I nearly jumped the 9 feet from door to door. By the time I got there Minty had already dropped his jeans and was tugging at his thick cock. I took over and squeezed and wanked it myself until it began to expand in all directions. Then I knelt in front of him and began licking the shaft and pulling his foreskin back. In a minute my neighbour's fat cock was in my mouth and my hand was a haze as I frantically rubbed the shaft. 

We were both very excited as I sucked his cock while his wife and her friends were in the next room and my own sister could appear at any moment.

He rested against the washing machine and held my shoulder with one hand while the cheeky bugger sipped his beer from the other; at the same time as I was sucking his cock.

I'm a very good cocksucker and have had lots of practice. This time I gave it my all. Sucking, blowing, licking and wanking all at once. Minty didn't know if he was coming or going....but I only intended for him to be cumming. And cum he did....loads of it quickly filling my mouth and going down my throat. It was quite bland and tasteless but there was lots of it considering he'd filled my puss only 8 hours previously. 

As I wiped the excess from my chin with my sleeve his wife called to say one of her friends was leaving so I scuttled back to my sisters house still swallowing my mouthful of sticky cum. I was still giggling as I gargled on a glass of cold orange juice and walked into the living room.

"You look happy with yourself." My miserable sister frowned.

"Oh; I just had a sexy text from an ex; that's all." I lied and shrugged my shoulders.

The next few days were fun as I fucked and sucked my new next door neighbour at every opportunity. It got so racy one morning I stood naked at the back door, waiting for him to make an appearance. His eyes nearly popped out of his bald head when he saw me. There were no formalities he just pushed me into the kitchen and bent me over the table and powerfully rammed his cock into my young cunt. He was on the vinegar strokes before he realised I still had a cigarette between my fingers!

As we lay in bed, later that afternoon after a vigorous bout of doggy style fucking; Minty asked how serious I was about finding a job. I replied that I'd take anything.

"Well," he grinned as he fingered me, "you know I've got two pubs; The Queen Vic and the Eastender on the other side of town?" I nodded. "Well," he thought for a few seconds, "how would you fancy stripping in them on a Friday and Saturday?"

"Stripping?" I laughed and considered his offer, "how much does it pay?"

"£50 a session.....cash in hand." He confirmed as his thick finger twisted inside my hole, "three sessions in each pub and there's sometimes tips from the punters if you put on a good show." 

The thought made me horny again and I fumbled with his cock until it was stiff again and climbed on board. Minty just lay back and thought of England as I slowly bounced up and down on his fat 7 inches while we chatted about what I would do and what the punters would expect. I even managed to make my tits spin a little bit like a stripper I'd seen in a video. I agreed to start on Friday lunchtime.

I told my sister that Minty had offered me a job in one of his pubs at weekends and she was happy to presume that I meant as a barmaid. 

Surprise-surprise but the thought of stripping down to nothing but a smile and 'flashing my gash' as Minty so delicately put it.....turned me on!

I arrived at the pub at 11.30 as agreed and introduced myself to Minty's youngest son, Grant who looked exactly like his father must have done 25 years ago. He too had a shaved head, tattoos and a gold earring. He showed me to the small changing room and talked me through what was expected. I should watch the other stripper, Carol do her spot for guidelines, then we would alternate every 30 minutes and the punters would expect a different outfit each time and he insisted that I 'flashed my gash' at the end of each set....and it had to be a proper look; no teasing!

A hard faced woman in her 30's arrived as he turned to walk away and he introduced her as Carol. As we shared a sandwich and a cup of tea from her flask she actually turned out to be very nice.

Her act was exactly as I'd imagined and by the time I was pulling my black stockings on and fastening the clasps of my suspender belt my stomach was spinning like a washing machine. I gulped down the last of a can of lager and gave myself one last look in the cracked mirror. I looked good, plenty of bright red lipstick, a short tartan kilt, black stockings and suspenders, red g-string and matching lacy bra and a tight white blouse.....then I heard Grant announce me....

"Gentlemen!" He shouted over the raucous crowd of factory workers and dole wallahs, "for your next entertainment a young lady who is making her debut at the Queen Vic so I expect you to treat her with respect and some decorum....I give you.....the Glamorous GLORIA!"




Earning a Living



I teetered out on my impossibly high heels with as much grace as I could muster; but I quickly realised that my walk was making my boobs jiggle which brought a big cheer from a group of lads sitting next to the small stage. The music immediately kicked in and I began dancing and skipping around the stage making sure that my boobs bounced as much as possible...much to the delight of the lads that had cheered. After a minute or so I stood in the front of the stage and slowly lifted the back of my short tartan kilt lingering over the stocking tops then a quick flash of my tiny red thong and cute bum cheeks. 

As the tune speeded up so did I by dancing faster and deliberately shaking my boobs.

"Get yer tits out.....get yer tits out.....get yer tit OUT for the lads!" The crowd chanted as teased with my skirt again. The first few minutes had flown by and I hadn't taken any clothes off as the second tune started. This had to be rectified so I swiftly unbuttoned my tight white blouse revealing the see thru red lace bra that hardly covered my boobs. I skipped around for a few seconds trying to shake them out of their cups; but by a miracle of engineering they stayed encased. I stopped again and turned away from the audience to unzip my short skirt. I wiggled my hips until it fell to the floor. Still with my back turned away I unclipped my bra and dropped the straps over my arms then cupped my boobs before turning to face them.

"Get yer tits out! Get yer tits out.....get yer tits OUT for the lads!" They chanted again.

With a flourish I whipped the bra off and waved it around my head to much cheering and whistling. I strutted around the stage for a minute or so letting everyone in the room get an eyeful of my large boobs then turned away again; bent over again so they got a good look at my arse then slowly pulled my panties down my legs while trying to keep my thighs closed. Knickers in hand I turned to face the leering men then slowly spread my legs and dropped into the splits! The men roared and cheered as the music stopped and I collected my discarded clothing.

Back in the changing room Carol gave me a big hug and told me I'd done a good job. I quickly pulled my jacket and jogging pants on and disappeared through the fire door for a smoke and another can of lager. I was incredibly horny and very proud of myself as images of my act whistled through my mind. Just as I flicked my cigarette butt across some waste ground the managers Ratfink sidekick, Billy appeared to tell me that I was back on stage in 10 minutes.

He left the door open and pretended to move some boxes as I prepared for my second appearance. Billy was only small but looked a bit menacing so I didn't say anything as he watched me get undressed and then dressed again in sexy black panties and a black bra.

One of the things that Minty had suggested was rubbing baby oil into my tits as this always got a good reaction from his customers. There were still a few faces in the crowd from my first spot but I realised that they basically changed every hour as people came and went from work. I spotted 4 or 5 guys nudge each other as I placed the bottle next to a chair on the stage as I prepared for my second routine. 

When the music kicked in I began strutting around the stage, bending over to touch my toes and rubbing my legs and boobs. When I touched my toes I would slowly slide my fingers up my legs and linger on my pussy which was only being covered by a tiny piece of string. The crowd soon began whistling and shouting for me to 'get my tits out' again. I obliged of course then sat sexily on the wooden chair and began pouring white baby cream onto my boobs; then saucily rubbed it in making them all greasy and shiny. I did this for a couple of minutes; pretending that it was turning me on then stood up and marched towards an old man in wire framed glasses sitting near the front. Much to his delight I swung my boobs a couple of inches from his face then sexily poured a copious amount of cream onto my chest and let it run down the crevice. His grin could have lit up London when I called him closer by curling my manicured finger. He stood up and leant forward. I grabbed the back of his head and jerked him forward....squashing his face between my greasy tits; then used them to slap him silly. I soon jumped back and away leaving him dumbfounded and unable to see. 

When the crowd roared their approval I whipped my panties off dropped down onto the stage and spun around on my arse; legs apart and 'flashed my gash' again as instructed!

The bar was very crowded for my third spot and my act was very well received again. As I made my way back into the changing room Billy stopped me by grabbing my arm. He took a long leering look at my sweaty tits before telling me; "A couple of lads want to know if you do 'extras'?"

"What do you mean – 'extras'?" I asked as I pulled my arm away from his grip.

"Hasn't anyone told you?" He smirked, "Most of the girls will give the lads a wank or a blow job if the price is right."

The pound signs flashed before my eyes.

"What's the right price?" "Usually £20 for a wank, £30 a bj and £50 a fuck." He grinned, "I get a tenner a punter for setting it up." 

I considered his request for nearly 10 seconds.

"Who wants to know?"

"There are three." Billy leered at my tits again and licked his lips, "two lads from the buildings and the old guy with glasses."

"Where do we .....do it?" I asked, now holding my clothes by my side so he could get a good look at my naked body.

"In there." He nodded towards the empty room now Carol had left to collect her kids from school.

"Will..." I hesitated for a moment, "they all be there together?"

"No; I'll look after the door and let them in one at a time." Billy told me as he rubbed his bulging trousers.

"Okay then," I smiled, "Send the first one in."

"Hoi! Bollockface!" Billy shouted across the corridor as I entered the cramped room.

The man in glasses that I'd covered in baby oil shuffled into the room. Billy held his hand out and took a £20 note off him and waved it at me.

"He wants a wank." The barman grinned and leant against the door frame to watch me in action.

The man was already unbuckling his belt when I looked up from the chair. At least it stopped me making small talk. He'd obviously done this before and dropped his trousers and pulled his shirt and pullover up to reveal a hard lily white cock poking out from a mass of brown pubic hair.

"Okay then, big boy...let's get the show on the road." I laughed and smiled as I wrapped my fingers around his thin shaft. After watching Carol and myself gyrating around in front of him for the last two hours I guessed he wouldn't last long....I was correct. I gave it a good hard rub against my sweaty and greasy tits and in under a minute he began breathing heavily and a big splodge of creamy spunk oozed out into the crevice. It was the easiest £20 I'd ever earned; well, £10 after Billy took his Tax. 

The old man politely thanked me as he pulled his pants off and shuffled away nicely satisfied as I wiped the cum off my chest. The next punter was a chubby guy in his late 30's with tousled ginger hair and a scruffy beard wearing dirty jeans and big boots. Billy waved 3 £10 notes and mimed a blow job to me. 

The guy stood in front of me and looked over to Billy for guidance. 

"Take your pants down!" Billy laughed.

The man was nervous so I did the honours, sliding his jeans and grey pants down to his knees. He automatically lifted his t-shirt and pressed his groin towards me. His pubes were nicely trimmed and his cock looked freshly shaved. I slowly caressed it and rubbed it over my tits for a minute or so making him moan. The man cupped his balls as I began kissing the tip which was still hiding in the foreskin. A couple of good hard tugs and a sloppy kiss on the end soon had it stiffening. I flashed a quick look at Billy as I began sucking the man's cock. Billy was smirking at me again and rubbing his own cock through his jeans. 

Having him watch me sucking a stranger's cock for money was proving a very good aphrodisiac.....my nipples were tingling and I could feel my pussy lips puffing up. The man soon grabbed the back of my head and began thrusting his cock into my mouth as I sucked and slurped while stroking his hairy arse. 

"Get on with it!" Billy cackled, "I've got a fucking queue building up here." The thought of an actual queue of horny guys made me giggle as I sucked the man's cock. I then wrapped my fingers around the shaft and grabbed his balls then began furiously sucking and wanking him as he squeezed my sensitive tits. 

"Huh...huh...huh." The man panted and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I knew what he wanted and closed my eyes just in time as spurt after spurt of warm cum splashed on my face. As soon as he squeezed the last drop out he swiftly pulled his jeans up and rushed embarrassedly out of the small changing room. 

Billy took £30 off the next punter who was dressed similarly to the last guy. He was more confident than the other two and unbuckled his belt as he walked towards me.

"I think I'll get my moneys worth; so I'll let you do all of the work. Pull my jeans down." He told me in a Scottish accent.

Knowing that money was at stake I did as I was told. His cock nicely filled out his tight white boxers. 

"Okay sweetie....lets get done." He chuckled as he pulled his cock out of his pants. I was quite impressed as it must have been a good six inches long and nicely thick. His dusty hands were immediately all over my tits as I greedily sucked his cock. It tasted luscious....very sweet and sweaty. I was now so incredibly horny I was nearly deep throating him in my haste to get a mouthful of spunk. 

The man began twisting my nipples and shaking my tits as he told me how sexy I was and how dirty I looked on stage. My fingers were stretched and gliding up and down the shaft like a flute player as his bell end hit my tonsils. 

"Yer dirty little cunt!" The man grunted as he tugged on both nipples at the same time, "have ittttttttt!" Then he filled my mouth with spurt after spurt of salty spunk. I was shaking with excitement when he withdrew and squeezed a few drops onto my chin. "Fuck! You were good." He panted as he tucked his cock back into his pants. "Are you here next week?"

"I think so." I panted as I wiped my face and tits with a t-shirt. 

"See you then." He grinned as he stroked my tits one last time.

Billy came over and gave me my £50 but made no effort to touch me; which surprised me as I was ready for a fuck. I got dressed again and went into the bar to collect my other wages from Grant and have a drink. He told me that I'd done an excellent job for my first time and had told his Dad so on the phone. Minty had already arranged for me to work at the other pub the following day. 

I rushed home to see if Minty was around for a good hard fuck; but he wasn't. To help pay my rent I spent the evening babysitting while Max and Tanya went out for dinner. I went to the back door a couple of times for a smoke but didn't get to see Minty; so contented myself by masturbating for nearly an hour when the kid went to bed.

The pub on the Saturday was packed as it was matchday and even Minty turned up but didn't actually speak to me. A few of the punters looked like football hooligans in their Stone Island and Lacoste jackets and baseball caps.

A mixed race girl with big tits called Libby went on first and did my thing with some baby oil which excited a load of young lads near the front. 

I went on stage in my red undies and black stockings which got a big cheer because they are the colours of the local football team. My biggest cheer came when I made my tits rotate in different directions. The pub got even fuller in the next hour and the atmosphere was electric when I took to the stage dressed as a schoolgirl in my tartan kilt. 

Everything went as planned until I swung my bra over my head. As the crowd cheered and whistled my guess that the pub was full of hooligans was confirmed when some rival fans tried to get into the pub and a fight broke out at the main door with Minty barking orders from the back. The DJ just shouted for me to carry on; but I couldn't get my knickers off quick enough (not for the first time in my life) and get off the stage! The police quickly arrived and calmed everything down as I lay on my stomach arse in the air, legs apart and pulling my cheeks apart so everyone could see my pulsating pussy. 

As most of Saturday's crowd were going to the football match I only had one guy to service and he was happy with a wank but I got to keep the whole £20 and when I asked Phil what his share was he got angry at the thought of Billy ripping me off the previous day. When I got dressed I had a drink with Phil and a couple of his friends who all laughed when I mentioned the fight at the door. Apparently this was a common occurrence between the two sets of fans and a meeting had been arranged for after the match to settle an old score.

With a handful of cash I rang a friend to arrange a night on the town to get merrily pissed and pissed we got!

I carried on fucking or sucking Minty most days over the next couple of weeks and stripping and 'doing extras' in his pubs. He told me that he had arranged for his lads to offer 'extras' to the punters but Billy had 'got a slap' for taking a share of the money. 

Last week Minty offered me a new job; which I'll tell you about in part 2.



Earning an 'A'



During my second year in college I had elected to stay on campus during summer break. I knew, regrettably, that if I went back home, I would end up working in my father's lumber yard throughout the long and hot summer months. At least at school, I would still live in my entertaining, but juvenile dorm, and be able to pick up a few extra credits by taking some easy courses. One such course would be fulfilled by working a few days a week at a large insurance company, as arranged by the Business Department. 

In this way, I could earn some cash while getting an easy "A" to boost my grade average. I had heard through the grapevine that the job was easy and that the abundance of hot looking babes strolling through the building made the days go by quickly. Long legs, short skirts, and a paycheck too sounded pretty good to this nineteen, and soon-to-be twenty year-old. The only drawback was not having a car. I had to either bum a ride with the other students who had chosen to do as I did, or walk. Nevertheless, it was a small price to pay in order to save my hands from being punctured by splinters of wood for yet another year. 

The insurance company's building was huge and recently constructed. As I had been told, hundreds…well, maybe not hundreds, but quite a few good-looking females strolled up and down the aisles continuously, making it very difficult to want to look at a computer screen all day. I'm sure that I spent half of my time leaning back in my chair, watching long legs and tight butts pass by my cubicle. As a result of this pastime, my subsequent three years of college life changed drastically on the one day that I got caught sneaking a peek, and that was only because I lost my balance. I had leaned back too far in my chair as I scouted out another "10", nearly tumbling head over heels. I reached out to regain my balance and knocked a dozen or so files to the floor, scattering papers all over the place.

The girl I had been looking at only turned her head, smiled, and kept walking to her destination, not bothering to visit with the little people who blindly worshiped her. A second or two later, I learned why she hadn't stopped. It just so happened that the floor supervisor had been walking only a short distance behind this tanned and toned diversion. While I was on my hands and knees busily picking up the clutter, she, the supervisor, stopped at the entrance to my work space. I noticed her feet, but not looking up, didn't realize that it was the woman who could send me out the door with an "F" as a grade. Instantaneously willing to show how stupid a freshman in college could really be, I put my foot into my mouth as far as I could, starting a chain reaction that would ultimately go nuclear. 

"Don't just stand there like an idiot," I said. "Help me pick up this fucking mess."

The two feet in the doorway moved closer, and as she bent down to do as I had so eloquently requested, the image of her two knees entered into my peripheral view. Trying to not be too obvious, I studied the smooth, soft skin that had stretched tautly over the joints that appeared from under her rising skirt. Her knees seemed larger in size than what I had expected, but the bonus view of the attached solid meat above her knees more than made up for that slight imperfection. She then turned to her right as she stretched as far as she could to reach for a paper that had slid under my cabinet. In doing so, she brought the full expanse of her appealing ass into my line of vision. With no need to worry about being seen now, I gazed intently at the round, firm looking figure in front of me. Her well tailored dress, which had been fitted properly when she purchased it, now struggled to present its intended, lady-like image. The heavier edge of her panty appeared as a distinctive line under her skirt. 

The mischievous temptation to grab that line and pull it was immense. I could just imagine hearing the slight snap as the elastic recoiled back to her ass, eliciting a surprised yelp from the woman wearing them. My next thought was to sneak up and grab her by the waist, playfully mimicking a dog and fucking her from behind. I could just see myself holding her hips firmly as I rammed my hard cock into her bulging cunt. My imagination was working so well that I could almost hear the slapping sounds our skin would make as my thighs collided with the backs of hers as I rammed my cock as far as I could into the wet hole between her legs. I could even see pulsating ripples of flesh traverse her ass as my forceful hammering went on relentlessly. Not being dim-witted as to the ramifications of such actions, I flung that thought out of my mind and went about picking up the rest of the papers within my reach.

I searched out the last document which had fallen under my desk and wheeled around quickly, coming within an eyelash of smashing into the face of the woman who had just helped me. A wide-eyed, expression of total surprise most assuredly covered my face as I gazed through her dark-rimmed glasses and into the large, brown eyes of the "all-business", Ms. Virginia Black, supervisor. I desperately tried to look elsewhere, only to find my eyes staring down the cavernous opening of her blouse. The smooth curves of her two adequately sized tits, and the lace bra that held them in place, caused my eyes to lock onto them as if I were a fighter pilot taking aim at an enemy target. Immediate panic coursed through my body, causing me to throw my head upward and to stare back into her huge brown eyes once more. 

"My god they're big," I thought to myself. "Her eyes and her tits."

I would have sworn that there was a slight indication of amusement in the stare which she sent back at me. We were both on our hands and knees, nose to nose. One could think that we were two scientists trying to imitate the territorial battle of two bull moose out in the wilds of Alaska. 

When the full devastating impact of appreciating the fact that I was on the floor with my supervisor, and that I had called her an idiot just a few seconds ago, an immediate sense of impending doom filled my being. I slumped my ass to the floor, knowing in my heart that I could soon be heading back to the lumber yards of my father. Without thinking, I blurted out the first word that came into my brain to express my growing frustrations.

"Shit," came out very loud and very clear.

Immediately I put my hand over my mouth, wondering how much more trouble I could get myself into. Unfortunately, I didn't have to wait very long to find out. Once again I blurted out the first word that came into my head. Regrettably, I hadn't covered my mouth well enough to prevent that vocalization either.

"Fuck," was the next word that came so effortlessly from my lips. 

"You do have a way with the English language, Mr. Philip Dumas," she said coolly.

This time before I tried to speak, I thought…and I said nothing. I remained seated on the floor and watched as Ms. Virginia Black rose gracefully from her hands and knees, still clutching the papers she had retrieved from the floor. As she stood over me, she smoothed out her skirt, bending slightly to brush off any dust that had clung to the stockings covering her legs. Standing erect once again, she looked down at me in the same way my mother probably did after I had fallen down when first attempting to walk. I'm sure that my mother had more than likely picked me up and told me that everything would be all right. There would be no comforting actions taken, nor words spoken, from the woman standing over me now. Not this time.

I sat silently, akin to a doomed prisoner, waiting for a callous executioner's hand to pull the switch that would send enough electricity through my body to light up New York City. To my surprise however, a postponement of my death sentence had been granted by a compassionate governor. I would be allowed to live another day, but would I ever be granted a full pardon?

"I believe these belong to you," she said, bending over at her waist and holding out the disorganized files to me.

I reached up from my sitting position and once again the gaping space created by her tits came into view. This time however, gravity had produced a more tempting panorama for my eyes to gaze upon. The pull of the earth's mass had caused her tits to fall forward; two soft, round, collections of flesh struggled to stay in place. Only the expert construction of a quality bra kept her hard nipples from pitching into my face. I quickly reached out and took the papers from her hand, hoping that I wouldn't grab a handful of tit to boot. She remained in that position after I had the papers in my hands, but for only a second or two. She stared intently into my eyes, never blinking as I stared back at her. I thought that she was organizing the words she would be saying next as she told me that my services would no longer be needed. Instead, she returned to her standing position and smiled down at me, just as my mother had done some years ago.

"Make sure you straighten that mess out properly Mr. Dumas," she said softly.

"Yes maam," was all I could say.

"And be careful about who you say the "f" word to. It could get you into a situation you hadn't planned on getting into, and may not be able to get out of."

I nodded yes, not trusting myself to speak anymore.

She turned on her heals and left as quietly as she had entered. I watched as she glided gracefully down the aisle, surprised that I could still see the line of her panty etched onto her backside. It was only then that I became aware of the soft scent of her perfume which still lingered inside of my cubicle. I took a long deep breath, feeling somewhat excited by the smell of this older woman. Did I fail to mention that Ms. Virginia Black was an older woman? Quite a bit older. She had been with the company for almost thirty years now, making her age somewhere around the half-century mark. Granted, she couldn't compete with the kids I went to school with, or the gold-diggers that strutted their stuff down the corridors of this company, but she really didn't look that bad for her age. 

When I first met her a few weeks ago during our group's preliminary introduction, I studied her body intently, owing that to a lack of any real interest in what she was saying. On that day she wore a more conservative outfit which concealed much of her figure. Thanks to a glitch in the air-conditioning system, the jacket that she was wearing came off after just a few minutes had passed. Although her blouse remained buttoned, the ample set of tits which she had just tried to smother me with could not be hidden. Even in the heat of that sauna-like room, perky, hard nipples would stand up to be noticed every once in a while. Her long, light-brown hair had hung limply down to her shoulders. Thirty minutes into her rambling, the heat caused her to gather her hair behind her head. She clamped it in place with some device that only women can manipulate, and stuck a long yellow pencil through it. 

Her once hidden and long neck now seemed to be searching for someone to nuzzle their mouth on it. I studied her posture as she walked back and forth in front of our group and surmised that she had gotten her job with the help of her body those thirty-years ago. Back then I'm sure that she had quite the hourglass figure. Time had caused some of that sand to clog in the middle, but she still carried herself with the confidence of a model on a runway. I was sure that her hips had widened to some extent, and a slight bulge was noticeable just below her bellybutton. Most assuredly, a tight pair of jeans, although I'm sure quite attractive looking, could be moderately uncomfortable. I concluded that Ms. Virginia Black must have been one hell of a fuck in her younger years, but she had probably passed her prime some years ago. Nevertheless, she would be quite a catch for one of the older executives of the company. So I thought.

I later learned from one of the other women who had been with the company for some time that Virginia Black had been married for ten years. After the birth of her daughter, her "ex" left her for some nineteen-year-old stripper. She had supported herself and was now pretty well off. Her daughter had made her a grandmother two years ago, but none of her successes had tempered her distrust of men. Absolutely no one had ever known of her having a boyfriend since her divorce. Not even a date had ever been confirmed. One could only imagine the amount of pressure that had built up inside of her body. As I left my informant's presence, I chuckled to myself when I thought of the poor sucker who might be between Ms. Black's legs when that long awaited orgasm exploded. If he didn't hold on tight, she just might pitch him up to the ceiling.

As summer drew to a close, I was eager to get back into the routine of a regular college semester. My daily trek to work had become challenging at times, and somewhat monotonous. I needed to relax in the "party-hardy" atmosphere our campus had become famous for. Finally, my last week of work had arrived. The company had scheduled an "End Of Summer" party for that Friday, inviting all of its employees, and even the students from my class. I hadn't intended to partake, hoping to take in a local band at the university pub after work instead. At least there, I could drink all I wanted and walk across the street to get back to my room in the dorm. The company party was scheduled to start at three o'clock in the cafeteria. I remained in my cubicle, electing to go over the course catalog for the upcoming semester and schedule my classes. 

At just a few minutes before five I was surprised to hear the sound of a light tap on the wall of my cubicle. I looked up to find a woman standing in the doorway, her hands grasping the frame of the door above her head, her legs spread as far apart as the framework would allow. It took me a couple of seconds to recognize the face of Ms. Virginia Black. This was entirely due to the way she was dressed. Although her face and hairstyle had remained the same, her daily, dull, conservative garb had been replaced by bright and sexy summer dress. Thin straps of material traversed her bare shoulders, making a vain attempt at convincing people that it was their strength and not the size of Ms. Black's tits that held this dress in place. Obviously, she didn't wear one of her industrial-strength bras today. The dress buttoned in front with the last button located just above her crotch. Usually her dresses came to just below her knees. The hem of today's outfit lay a good three inches above. There were no stockings covering her smoothly shaved legs and a pair of high-heeled sandals completed the outfit. 

If I had thought that she had seen my dumbest faces before, I was only fooling myself. I consciously had to close my mouth before a bat saw it and considered it to be a cave to fly into. I made a futile attempt to stand which only caused my chair to roll backwards. My mind's sense of direction short-circuited as I helplessly felt my eyes wander aimlessly over her body. Automatically my hand went to my temple as I tried to think of something to say. I opened my mouth, only to have nothing come out.

"Why didn't this happen the last time she was here," I thought.

I was positive that Ms. Black was totally aware of my uncomfortable feeling. I hoped that she would do something to diminish my fears. Instead, she turned the dials that were controlling the situation between us to their limits. Slowly she walked over to my desk, carefully placing one foot in front of the other as she strode towards me. I prayed that she wouldn't get any closer as she stood next to my desk. Unfortunately for me, she had other plans. With measured speed, she gradually lifted her right leg and placed the right cheek of her ass onto my desk. Not caring about what was on my desk, she slid her ass further onto it. The hem of her skirt had now slipped up to the middle of her thigh. Had my chair been in its lowest position, I would have had a clear line of vision to her snatch. Paralysis overwhelmed every part of my body, except for my dick. That little bastard was having the time of its life, bouncing around like a lunatic in a straight-jacket. A tight pair of jockey shorts was the only thing that stopped that fucking asshole from pulling down my zipper and sticking its head out for a better look. 

Ms. Black continued her travels until her entire ass was sitting on my desk. She crossed her legs slowly and then kept them tightly closed. I begged every god that I could think of, and then made up a few of my own, that she would keep them that way. She swung her feet back and forth, looking more like her two year-old granddaughter than the supervisor of an entire department. She leaned towards me and smiled, just as she had done when she stood over me a few weeks before. I stared back at her, afraid that if I looked elsewhere she would uncross her legs spread them as far apart as she could. Finally, her voice broke the silence between us.

"Aren't you coming to the party?" she asked softly.

"No," I said hesitantly. "I have some work for school that I need to do."

"All work and no play makes Phil a dull boy," she replied with the hint of a tease in her voice.

"Oh, don't worry about me. I get my playtime in."

"I'm sure you do Phil, but the company would like to see all of its employees have fun today. And it's my job to make sure of that they do. And that means you too."

I had no idea how to take what she just said. I decided to adhere to my new rules of communicating with supervisors and say nothing.

"Why don't you come down to the cafeteria and join the rest of us. The food is first rate and they don't card anyone. What do you say?"

"I really can't. I don't want to walk back to the campus tonight and the guy I'm hitching a ride with has to get back early to go to a class. Sorry."

"No good Phil," she said playfully. "I can give you a ride back to your dorm. I've got no one to hurry back to at home. I won't take no for an answer. If you want an "A" for this course, you better get your ass downstairs and have some fun. Understand?"

I really did want an "A" for this course, and if it meant having to go to a party for a couple of hours, I could survive. And I was sure that the food would be a lot better than the leftovers I usually found at the university's dining hall. Also, I had no reason to fear Ms. Black. She had dressed casually for the party, and I was pretty sure that she did have orders from above that all of her employees should attend. Consequently, with much less reluctance than before, I decided to accept Ms. Virginia Black's offer.

"You do have a way with the English language Ms. Black," I said with a small smile. "I'll come. But first let me finish what I have here."

"Great. I'll see you in a little while. And by the way. Call me Virginia."

Bells and whistles should have sounded a deafening alarm inside of my head with that last comment she made, but the sight of Ms. Blacks legs as she slid off of my desk disconnected any wiring that would have saved my life. An unseen hand, not holding sharp wire-cutters but rather the edge of my supervisor's dress, sealed my fate. As she slowly let her body inch to the front of my desk, her skirt rode higher and higher up her legs. Time and motion had somehow gone into a much more leisurely gear as her feet finally touched the ground. Her skirt now barely covered her crotch. The air inside my cubicle had suddenly disappeared. Total deafness resulted, given that the sound waves had no medium to travel through. I watched as a pencil rolled to the edge of my desk and floated gently to the floor, landing next to her feet without the slightest clatter. I stared as Ms. Black spun on her heals. Her skirt flared out due to the speed of her spin, but the effects of the "twilight zone" I found myself in made the events I was watching move frame by frame. It was like watching the highlights of a figure skater twirl on the glass-smooth surface of ice. The hem of her skirt rose, revealing the thick thighs of a physically fit athlete. Obviously Ms. Black had taken very good care of her body over the years. As the backside of her body finally faced in my direction, her skirt had risen to its highest point. A brief-styled, white panty finally came into view. The firm and proportionate cheeks of her ass revealed their smooth surface to me. Panties like this were probably outlawed in skating competitions. If Ms. Black had been wearing skates instead her sandals, I would have given her a "ten" for a score.




Earning an A



I walked into Mr. Arnold's office with a bit of trepidation, but I thought that I knew what I was doing and could handle myself. I had gotten an F on my latest History test, and knew that with a grade like that my parents would kill me for sure. I couldn't afford to have that happen, so I had decided to see if I could sex my way into a better grade. I was far from a virgin. I had given plenty of blowjobs, and figured that was all that Mr. Arnold would require from me, but even if not, I was experienced with vaginal sex as well, and my specialty was titty fucking. My 36D breasts were great for it, and guys seemed to like it. How a chubby, bordering on fat, girl like me had gotten so many guys to sleep with me was a mystery to many, but I guess high school guys are just desperate. 

I walked up to his desk to get his attention. I had decided to come in before history class that day, as I knew that he would be in his office then and I had a free period. I had a lot of free periods this my senior year, as I didn't really give a shit anymore. I laid the test on his desk and waited for a response. I got none.

Eventually I spoke up. "Mr. Arnold, I cannot afford to have an F go on my record. Surely there is something that can be done about it. If, say, a girl was willing to earn a little extra credit," I said, in my most sultry voice. He finally looked up, and stared me straight in the eyes. I was beginning to get a little unnerved when he finally spoke up.

"What exactly did you have in mind, Missy?" he asked me. I gulped, having expected him to lead me to it and not to have to admit what I meant.

"Well, I am a woman, and you are a man, and I thought maybe you could, you know, trade some physical pleasure for a better grade for me," I said, trying to sound self assured. "I am not a virgin or anything, I know what I am doing." 

His answer was swift and sure. "Close the door, strip naked, slowly, and then bend over with your hands on the chair and your legs spread," he instructed, and I grinned. 

"This is going to be easier than I imagined," I thought. "So I will have to have his dick in my pussy, big deal. It is so worth it to get an A. After all, he isn't too awfully ugly." I went to the door of his office and closed it quietly, returning to the center of the floor. I took off my clothes one at a time -- my shirt, then my skirt, then my lacy red bra, followed my my lacy red panties. I stood there in just my socks and shoes, having forgotten to take them off. 

He did not say anything about my feet, rather he came over behind me as I bent over the chair, kicking my legs even further apart than I had them. With no warning at all, I felt him enter my pussy. I had made sure to masturbate before coming so that I would be wet enough if need be, and he had no trouble entering me. His dick was much larger than most I had fucked, but it was pleasurable, not painful. 

He did not say a word as he fucked me, taking his time, slowly moving in and out of me. Despite myself, I began to feel an orgasm building inside me. I tried to restrain myself, but couldn't, and before I knew it, I felt myself cumming all over his dick as he continued to pound me. I cried out in pleasure as the waves overtook me. He still did not say a word, but continued to pound away inside me, until at last I felt him hold my body to his as he emptied his seed inside me. 

He pulled himself out of me abruptly and told me immediately to put my panties back on. I did so, wondering why he was being so abrupt, and afterwards reached for my bra. "No," he said, taking it away from me. "First clean me off." 

I gulped, not really wanting to taste our mixed juices on his cock, but did so anyway, really wanting that good grade. I could feel his cum inside me beginning to leak out into my panties. I finally cleaned him to his satisfaction, then was given my clothes to put on. By that time it was time for class, so we left his office together and headed down the hallway to the classroom. 

I sat in my usual chair in the back row, got out my books , and began to daydream until I heard the bell ring. I had no idea that this class would be any different than any of the others, other than my panties full of cum. As soon as the bell rang, Mr. Arnold closed the classroom door. "OK class," he said in his usual dull tone, "today we are going to do a little show and tell, to change things up a bit." I wondered what was his deal today, but didn't think much of it until he called my name.

"Missy, why don't you go first?" he said to me, and I gave him a startled and confused look.

"I, um, I didn't bring anything Mr. Arnold," I said, confused. 

"Yes you did, Missy, now get up here and show us," he replied in a stern tone. I still had no idea what he was talking about, but I made my way to the front of the class. Before I knew what was happening, Mr. Arnold grabbed me by the arms, spun me around, planted my upper body on his desk face down, and yanked my skirt up and my panties down.

I wanted to die of embarrassment as I heard the class' collective gasp. I knew they could all see cum running down my legs and all over my panties. I knew they could also see my perfectly shaved pussy and my little asshole. Mr. Arnold spread my pussy lips with his fingers. "Missy has brought to show for us today her sluttiness," he said, as he held me open for all to view. I began to cry into the desk, but I had a feeling the worst was yet to come.

"I also brought something for show and tell today," he told the class as he held me pinned down on the desk. "Stay put Missy," he told me, giving me a firm swat on the ass, as he moved away from me. He walked over to the classroom computer and inserted a flash drive. He then booted up the projector and I got extremely nervous. Soon, on the room's big screen was me, asking Mr. Arnold to fuck me for a better grade. Then, of course, him fucking me, for all of my classmates to see. I began to cry even harder. When it finished, he turned off the projector and came back over to me.

During the video I had heard several of the guys in the class making sounds that led me to believe they were aroused, and I blushed deeply. Mr. Arnold stood me up and spun me back around so that I was facing my classmates, my tears streaming down my cheeks. I looked down in shame, but he forced me to hold my head up. "No no, Missy, look at your classmates, look them in the eye. Look at the lust in their eyes," he said in my ear. I forced myself to look around and did indeed see the guys, and some of the girls (although our class was, oddly, mostly guys), undressing me with their eyes. 

Mr. Arnold soon did the job for them, though, grabbing a pair of scissors from his desk and cutting off each article of my clothing, except for my underwear. Those he took off and shoved into my mouth. "Wouldn't want you making too much noise, slut" he told me, and I could taste his cum on my panties. 

He then told me to take off my socks and shoes. "What kind of dumb slut fucks in her socks and tennis shoes?" he asked me, which got a laugh out of the entire class and another deep blush out of me. He then did something I never would have expected. He took one of my shoes, put my sock in it, and began to piss in it. I gasped in disbelief. "If you want to wear your shoes so much," he said, "I want to at least make sure they are in a state befitting a whore like you. Any volunteers to help?" he asked the class. 

One of the jocks in the class immediately reached for the other shoe and sock, unzipped his fly, and pissed a big long stream into it. When Mr. Arnold was done with the shoe he had, he passed it to another guy who also pissed in it. By the time the volunteers were finished, I had four or five people's piss in each shoe and sock. Mr. Arnold then ordered me to put them back on. 

The socks were soaked completely through, so I had a hard time putting them on, as the class snickered at me. I then put the squishy wet tennis shoes back on as well, and felt utterly disgusted at myself. I hoped that this would be all of my torment, but deep inside I knew better.

"Now that we have that out of the way," Mr. Arnold started, "let us see if we can't teach this dumb bitch a lesson about trying to get better grades with sex. First, I think we should start with a good spanking, don't you class?" Many heads in the class began to nod, especially many of the girls. 

No one had ever tried to spank me before, so I was nervous as hell. "I think I may need some help holding her down, can I have four strong male volunteers?" Four of the jocks stepped up, and Mr. Arnold assigned them each a limb, holding me in a spread eagle position with my back to the class. I then heard him taking off his belt, and knew what was coming next. 

I tried to mentally brace myself for the pain, but I was still completely unprepared for the first blow of the belt on my ass. I cried out into my panties as the blow hit, but thankfully they muffled the sound pretty well. Mr. Arnold showed me no mercy, landing blow after blow on my tender ass. I was crying like a baby, writhing in pain against the men who held me, but they were strong, and I could not get away or hide my tender ass from his belt.

After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped, and I breathed a sigh of relief. He grabbed my ass cheeks hard in each hand, squeezing them painfully and causing me to cry out again. "That looks very nice now, don't you think?" he asked the class, which was met with a loud applause. He then had the jocks turn me around so that I was still spread eagle, but now facing the class.

"I think that her tits need to match her ass, don't you?" he asked the class again, which was met by many nods of agreement and a few cat calls. Before I knew what was happening, he began to belt my tits. This was even more painful than my ass, and I struggled even harder against those holding me in place, causing their hands to dig painfully into my arms and legs, but I could not escape. Every now and then, he would land a blow directly on my sensitive nipples, and I thought I would pass out each time. 

He did not spend as long on my tits as my ass, mercifully, but when he finished he once again grabbed them, like my ass, very firmly in his hands, causing me great pain. "Oh yes," he said breathily, "much better." He grabbed my nipples then, pulling them far away from my body, then let go. 

"There is one more area that I think deserves to be punished on your nasty body, slut" he told me. "Well, other than this ugly jiggly stomach of yours, but I cannot do much about that right now," he added, jiggling the excess fat on my stomach and causing me to burst out into tears again as the class roared with laughter. "What I mean though, is your cunt -- the main offender in this crime, don't you think?" he asked me rhetorically. 

I did not think he could possibly mean that he was going to belt my actual pussy, but I was very very wrong. Still spread eagled, I was in the perfect position, and he drew back his belt and took aim at my most tender region. The blow landed, and I convulsed in pain. My pussy lips immediately ached and my clit felt like it was going to explode, but he landed another blow, then another. I lost count of how many blows he landed there, but by the time he was done I did not want anyone to touch me there for a very long time. 

That was not to be, however, as, according to patter, he grabbed my pussy very firmly in his hand, squeezing me painfully, before letting me go. I thought he must surely be done punishing me now, but I was yet again wrong. He instructed the jocks holding me (now all obviously sporting massive boners) to turn me around again and hold me, still spread eagled, bent over his desk. 

I had no more fight left in me, and so lay there limply, but still held in place by their hands. Mr. Arnold ignored me for a minute and turned again to the class. "Now, Missy here has been punished somewhat for her crimes. But since I think the punishment needs to fit the crime, the rest of her punishment shall be in the form of the crime -- that is, sex. Only this time it will be in the way that I choose, that is, anal sex." He heard my gasp and came over to me. 

"That is right little Missy, I am going to take your anal cherry," he told me. This brought more roars of applause from the class. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of lube, and I knew that he had been planning this since I walked into his office. I felt his cold wet finger probe my asshole, and I instinctually tightened it up. He told me to relax, and I tried to do so, but soon I felt his hard cock at my tight entrance and could not relax at all.

He began to push himself slowly into me, and I cried out at the pain. One of the guys holding me down reached underneath me and began to fondle my breast, and soon the other one on my arms followed suit. The guys holding my legs began to play with my still-sore clit and finger my pussy while Mr. Arnold continued to push his way inside me. 

Before I knew it, I felt him all the way against me, and knew that he was all the way inside. He gave me a moment to adjust before beginning to fuck me for real. He started slowly, but began to pick up speed, and before long my cries of pain turned into moans of pleasure. The guys holding me in place eventually let go of me completely in favor of fondling me while Mr. Arnold took my ass. From all of the sensations flooding my body I soon felt another orgasm building. This time I did not even try to resist, knowing it was inevitable, and let wave after wave of orgasm crash over me, as my audience laughed. 

Mr. Arnold continued to fuck my asshole furiously, and I could tell that he was getting close to his own orgasm. When it came, I felt his hot load shoot into my ass, and was relieved that it was over, although when he pulled out of me I felt a moment of abandonment. As soon as he had pulled out, he grabbed my panties from my mouth and put them back on me.

"There," he said to me, "now you can once again wear my cum around for the rest of the day." I groaned inwardly, but knew better than to complain. "You do not seem to have any clothes, though, besides your squishy shoes and your cum filled panties. I do have some clothes in my drawer that I have collected over the years for various reasons, let me see what I can do." 

He went over to his filing cabinet, and pulled out a wifebeater and a plaid miniskirt. "Here you go," he said to me, holding them out to me. I had no desire to walk around in those clothes the rest of the day, but did not really have a choice, so I put them on. My large breasts sagged without a bra and I looked ridiculous. 

"Better hope it doesn't rain" he said to me, and the class laughed again. "I think that is all for today's class," he said in general. "Oh, but for anyone who wishes to earn a little extra credit, please stop by my office after school today and use Missy's body however you wish. Fuck her in any of her holes, or, ladies, make her eat you out, I do not care. Extra credit for all who debase our little princess a little more." 

At his words, I buried my face in my hands, but knew he was serious. As soon as the bell rang I grabbed my books and ran out the door in my still very squishy shoes, but knew that there was no avoiding this afternoon. I decided to face the fact that I was to be the class slut for the rest of the year, and realized that I had earned that A.



Earning an 'A'



Without turning around, Ms. Black strode towards the doorway. With each step she took, things inside of my cubicle started to return to normal. By the time she reached door, she was walking at a normal speed. With her first step out into the aisle, I heard the sound of the heel of her sandal make a loud noise as it struck the tile floor. I suddenly became aware of the sound of my own breathing, and the warm temperature of the air that hung around my body despite the efforts of the building's powerful air-conditioning system. I jumped in my chair when I heard her voice echo throughout the deserted work floor.

"See you in a few minutes Phil."

"Yeah. Right," I said softly to myself.

"Don't forget I'm giving you a lift back to school." 

"Yeah. Right."

I never went back to my course schedules, trying instead to convince myself that nothing had just happened between Ms. Black and myself. I told myself that she had only come in to ask me to come to the party because it was her job. She sat on my desk because it was the only place to sit. She sat right in front of me so that she could talk to me face-to-face, just like professional business people do. She had kindly offered to give me a lift back to my dorm so that I could stay a little longer and not have to walk. I accepted because there was nothing wrong with what either one of us was doing. And besides, she was too old for me and I was too young for her. There was no way in hell that we could be attracted to each other. No fucking way.

I went down to the party shortly thereafter, not really having any other options open to me. As Ms. Black had told me, the food was great and the liquids flowed freely. Beer, wine, and even hard liquor were available to everyone. It was almost as good as one of our dorm parties. Time passed quickly, and it wasn't until the effects of alcohol had begun to put a good sized buzz inside of my head that I looked at my watch. It was already passed ten and I was growing very tired. I hadn't bumped into Ms. Black at all, but I knew that I had seen her a couple of hours ago. I now wondered if she had forgotten that I needed a ride and had already left. I frantically began to search for her through the large crowd of people that still remained. 

Finally, I spotted her sitting in a quiet corner with two other women. I quickly made my way over to her, praying that she hadn't changed her mind about taking me back to my dorm. Somewhat awkwardly, I tried to get her attention by standing patiently off to her side. When my presence was finally noticed by the three of them, Ms. Black excused herself by saying something to the other two women that nearly made me hit the floor.

"Oh, my date for the rest of the night is here ladies," she said without any hesitation in her voice. "What do you think? Not bad looking, huh? If he's any good, I'll give you his number when I'm done with him."

The three of them burst into a hearty laugh as I stood there not knowing what to make of what was going on. 

"You do that Virginia," said one. "My husband can't get it up anymore."

"Joe's still works, but it doesn't spit out as much as it used to," said the other.

They all burst into another loud laugh as Ms. Black rose from her chair. I smiled uneasily, attributing their loose conversation to the effects of consuming way too much alcohol, just like me. I figured that neither one of them would remember who I was or what they said come morning. I decided to play along and shook my index finger at them in a chiding manner, sending them into another fitful laugh. As they continued to giggle and snort at my gesture, Ms. Black grabbed me firmly by the arm and walked me away from the table.

"Don't pay any attention to them Phil," she said as she leaned to place her lips close to my ear so that she could be heard over the din of the room. Her warm and soft body pressed firmly against mine. "They're both shit-faced. I wouldn't send my dog to fuck either one of them."

I was shocked by what she just said. Feeling brave with the alcohol in my blood, and stupid from exhaustion, I decided to tease my supervisor about her choice of words.

"You should be careful about your use of the "f" word Ms. Black," I replied as I leaned to speak into her ear. 

"It's Virginia," she said, as kept her smiling face close to mine. "And I use the word fuck only when I plan to."

I couldn't for the life of me figure out what she meant by that. Did she mean that she said "fuck" when she wanted to say fuck, or did she say "fuck" when she wanted to fuck? The convoluted query I had just presented to myself made my head spin. I decided that now was neither the time nor place to track down an answer. Besides, something else was now presenting a problem to me. With our faces practically buried into each other's necks, the smell of her perfume sent a tingle through my body in the same way it had when we exchanged pleasantries a few weeks ago on the floor of my cubicle. I then suddenly realized that I had my arm around her waist as we spoke, my hand resting comfortably on her soft waist. I could feel the bulge of her hip, the handle I had grasped when I imagined that I was fucking her from behind before I knew who she was. My body stiffened as a feeling of being very out of place came over me. 

She, however, made no effort to distance ourselves as we began to make our way through the crowd. As the outsides of our legs rubbed against each other as we walked, I became acutely aware of my cock as it began to lengthen and harden between my legs. I could feel its weight swinging back and forth as we walked. As it stiffened even more, the tight pair of jockey shorts I was wearing came to my rescue again, but I was sure that the bulge between my legs would be more visible now if I allowed it to continue to grow. Finally the astute thought of letting go of her waist and separating our bodies entered my mind. I hoped that that would stop the fool dangling between my legs from embarrassing the both of us in front of everyone there. As I put my hastily planned thoughts into action, Ms. Black countered with her own by quickly putting her arm around my waist and pulling me even tighter against herself. Now I was her prisoner, with no where to run. I felt a sense of panic begin to grow inside of me, which thankfully made my hard-on disappear quite quickly. My heart pounded nervously as we carefully made our way through the crowd. Not having any other ideas as to what to do, I accepted my captivity until we reached the edge of the throng. 

Just before we made it to a less crowded area where I would execute my next impromptu breakout, I felt Ms. Black begin to release her grip on me. I was surprised to feel a sense of lose when she finally let her arm drop away from my waist. A cold feeling of abandonment filled my body as her thigh drifted away from mine. For some unexplained reason, I wished that we were back in the middle of the crowd with our bodies being pressed against each other tightly once more. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs from my brain and quickly pushed that irrational thought of out my head. The uncomfortable fear I felt when she first held onto my waist returned, sending a shiver up my back. I didn't know why I was afraid of being with this older woman, considering that we were in a room full of people, but I did feel that there was nothing that anyone could do to stop her from getting whatever she wanted. I told myself that I only had to take a ride with her back to the dorm and I would be rid of her for the rest of my life. I could get through that standing on my head. I prayed nevertheless, that it would be that easy.

Leaving the rest of our co-workers behind, we walked slowly towards the doors that led out to the parking lot. I was determined to stay far enough away from her so that I couldn't smell her and she couldn't touch me. She stopped as she put her hand on the door handle. 

"Are you sure you don't want to stay any longer?" she asked in her normal tone of voice.

"Yeah," I replied, still staring through her glasses and into her large, brown eyes. "I'm sure. It's getting kind of late. Past my bedtime you know."

"Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb," I immediately said to myself. "Keep your fucking mouth shut you idiot."

Once again, speaking before thinking was getting me deeper into trouble

"Well, let's get you home so I can tuck you into bed," she said with a smile.

I chuckled nervously at her comment, begging, pleading and praying that she didn't mean what she said.

"Follow me," she said as she turned and headed out the door. "I'm parked out here."

She took off before I knew it. I was a good ten feet behind her before I started to move. Her dress bounced merrily as she sauntered ahead of me. I was sure that the swing of her hips, and the unrestricted rebounding of her tits made her skirt toss about the way it did. I thought of running the other way, fleeing from the big, bad, old lady, in the short, sexy dress, that was fucking with my brain. As the thought floated around inside of my head, I thought of how ridiculous it sounded, and how ridiculous it would look. Once again I went about the task of convincing myself that nothing was going to happen. Ms. Black was only being kind in giving me a ride back to my dorm. I hurried to catch up to her, not wanting her to think that I might be staring at her captivating rump. When I realized that I was, I slowed my pace, increasing the distance between us once more. Finally, I noticed that she had stopped, standing beside a brand new Corvette.

"Our transportation," she said, as I finally reached her parking space.

"Not bad," I said honestly. I had always had a great fondness for Vettes. "Isn't that too much car for a woman like you Ms. Black?"

"Virginia," she said forcefully.

I would never call her Virginia. My parent's had been strict about showing respect to my elders. Calling an older person by their first name could cause a bar of soap to be placed very unceremoniously into one's mouth. Even though they were nearly a thousand miles away, their power over me was still strong. 

"And you'd be surprised at what I can handle Phil. Ready to take the ride of your life?"

As her last words were sorted out by my brain, I calculated that if I started to run now, I could make it back to the dorm in about twenty-five minutes. That's if I wasn't jumped by a gang on the way. I could also turn around and go back inside to call a cab. Or, I could prove to myself that I had only let my outrageous imagination run wild by getting into the car with Ms. Virginia Black. I decided to follow through with the arrangement I had agreed upon earlier with my supervisor. I reasoned that lack of sleep had warped my capabilities to think rationally. I had been up now for almost twenty hours due to a loud stereo system located somewhere above my dorm room. I took a deep breath and gave my response, not really appreciating the consequences of my actions until I saw the light of the next morning's sunrise pierce through the window of my room.

"Sure. Let's go."

She unlocked the doors happily and we both slipped inside. As I buckled myself in, I watched as my chauffeur adjusted her skirt. When she was satisfied that it wouldn't hinder her legs from working the pedals, she wrapped her safety belt around her chest, making her tits appear even larger. She then took her glasses off and put them into a case that was attached to her sun visor. Horrified that she was going to drive at night without glasses, I questioned the wisdom of her actions.

"Don't tell me you're going to drive without being able to see?" I asked.

"Oh. They're only reading glasses Phil. I only need them for work. What's the matter? Don't you trust me?"

I thought of answering, but then decided not to. Instead, I just nodded towards the front of the car, indicating to her that we should leave as soon as we could. 

As I studied the interior of my childhood dream-car, I heard the engine roar to life. I was still sightseeing when Ms. Black set the car into motion, not noticing that she wasn't headed in the direction of the school. At first her shifts were smooth, easing off on the clutch and letting the torque of the engine pull the car along. Then I heard the large V-8 begin to growl as she fed more fuel into the combustion chambers with the gas pedal. I diverted my attention from the view I was taking in through the front windshield and finally took notice of Ms. Brown. 

Or maybe I should say her legs. With each of her now more energetic shift of gears, the skirt of her dress slid further and further up her thighs; as each streetlamp passed by, her legs would glow brightly. Seemingly unperturbed by the increasing amount of skin that became visible, she finally showed me what the car was really made of. At the next stoplight, she launched the car as it we were at a drag strip. The front wheels lifted off of the pavement as she worked the pedals and gears like a pro. The energy of the Vette threw me into the back of my seat. The hem of her skirt shot back into her lap as her legs and feet labored with the pedals, seeming to fend off the hands of unseen admirers wishing to caress the strong appendages that drove the car to its limits. I thought of asking her whether or not she developed her good looking legs from working out at a gym as she passed from second and into third. I literally bit my tongue before I could get my question out as she lurched hard into fourth. While the car rocketed through the deserted streets in fifth, her hair flew about wildly as the open windows sucked in air forcefully. I was suddenly aware that my cock had stiffened to the point where I should have hidden its very apparent shape. I couldn't because I was hanging on to whatever I could from fear. As she slowed the vehicle down to stop at a light, I wasn't sure if it was the thrill of the ride, or the legs of the driver that had sent my cock into its unbendable pose. I took a deep breath as she finally brought the car to a complete stop. I was staring straight ahead when I heard her distant voice filter into my ear.

"Well, how did you like that ride Phil?" I heard her ask cheerfully.

"Can we just go back to the university?" I replied. "It's back that way."

"Sure," she said, as she slowly pulled away when the red light turned to a bright green. "Would you like to go for another ride?"

I didn't notice how the tone of her voice had changed. She couldn't have sounded sexier if she had taken lessons from Mae West. If I had been aware of her teasing manner, I would have gone back to the first option I had given to myself before I had gotten into her car, and started to run…anywhere. 

"Not right now. Maybe a little later, okay."

"Great," she said enthusiastically. "It's a date."

The significance of her last comment would become clear to me within the hour. Analogous to what had happened during the previous conversations with my supervisor, I had failed to perceive the magnitude of proper communication. Words spoken, and words heard, often possess dual meanings. If those involved are not acutely cognizant of the radical discrepancies which might exist, someone could get fucked. In my case, I did.

When Ms. Black finally steered the car back towards the university campus, I felt that this very uncomfortable evening would thankfully end. Relieved, I closed my eyes, hearing only the loud hum of the Vette's gas-guzzling engine, and the soft, melodic tone of the older woman to my left as she hummed the Beach Boy's song, "In My Room". Soon, I thought, I would be out of this car and rid of this 50 year old teenager, with the big tits and surprisingly sexy legs. Trying hard to shield my mind of any uncomfortable images that might pop into my head, I let the weariness that filled my body take over. Soon, the sounds of the space I occupied in this universe disappeared, and I nodded off into a surprisingly sound sleep with ease. I have no idea how long I slept, waking when I felt the tender prod from the right hand of Ms. Black upon my left thigh. Too tired to wonder how long she had had her hand on the inside of my leg, or where else it may have explored, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and directed her down the maze of small streets that led to my dorm. Seeing the familiar shape of the ugly building which I now considered a haven, I told Ms. Black where I thought she should park to let me out.

"You can pull over here," I said, pointing at an opening in a no parking zone. "I can get out and walk to the front door."

"Where do the students park?" she asked with an inquisitive tone.

Not thinking, I answered my shrewd interrogator freely.

"In back. The driveway is over there. We get in through a door in back."

Never slowing down to go where I had first instructed her to, the grandmother in the short skirt swung her Vette into the student parking area. The poorly lit expanse of macadam sent a sudden chill of panic shooting through my body even though it was a warm summer night. As we slowly cruised past the small number of parked cars, I felt my breathing start to become labored. My chest tightened as she pulled into a space under a broken spotlight. It was only then I realized that it was my loose tongue that had given her the information that had put me into this situation. I imagined that she pulled back here, wanting to neck with a younger guy before she let me go. She probably figured that I would be an easy target being as tired as I was, and that she would appear more attractive with the aid of the alcohol I had consumed. It's not that she wasn't attractive. In fact, she was prettier than a lot of women you see in ads in magazines. It's just that there was no way that I was going to kiss some fifty year-old lady in one of my school's parking lots, even if she did look pretty good and drive a Corvette. I had to move fast before she tried to do something I would regret for the rest of my life. Moving fast, I opened the door and got out. Leaning back in, I attempted to end the evening as politely as possible.

"Thank you for the ride Ms. Black," I said calmly, but quickly. "I really appreciate all that you've done for me. It was a great pleasure. Good-bye."

I closed the door firmly and began to walk towards the door, thinking that I had handled the situation like a pro. I avoided a very embarrassing situation that she would have regretted immensely come morning. As I confidently strode away from the car, putting distance between her and myself as fast as I could, the sound of her car door opening and closing sent a blow into my back with as much power as a bullet being fired from a elephant gun. Afraid to turn and see what I knew I would, I continued to walk to the dorm's backdoor. Panic built as I heard the distinctive sound of her sandal's heals as she followed in my footsteps. I heard her call my name but I didn't acknowledge her summons. Reaching the door, I pulled the handle, only to feel my fingers rip away in pain. The door was locked. In my flustered state I had forgotten that this door was "always" locked. 

The key was in my pocket, hanging on a ring that held fifteen other useless pieces of metal. I dug into my pocket hysterically, the increasing volume of her steps telling me that she was getting nearer all the time. Finally I found the key that would save my life and thrust it towards the lock. Misjudging my aim, I slammed my hand into the door, dropping the ring of keys in the process. Feeling as terrorized as if a pack of hungry wolves were moving in to rip me apart, I bent down with shaking hands to pick up the tangled mess. Squatting down to retrieve my only hope of escape, I saw the sandaled feet of Ms. Virginia Black step beside me. As I rested on my haunches, I let my eyes slowly ascend the figure standing beside me. 




Earning an 'A'



Once again I could imagine my mother looking down at me, not sure if she was going to scold or praise me. Although now, the undeniably sexy legs hanging down from beneath the short dress, and the large tits which partially hid her face, told me that it wasn't me mother. As her hand reached down towards me, I took it, wondering where in the world she was going to take me now . When I finally stood, the big brown eyes of Ms. Virginia Brown sent the last flickers of my mother's image back into my brain's deepest recesses. When she spoke, the effects of the early evening party, and my flight to this point in time hit me like a ton of bricks. All of my strength drained from my body as I listened to her well disguised plan of attack.

"Phil, I have to go to the bathroom," she said matter-of-factly. "Be a sport and let me use yours."

"I can't let you in," I said rapidly. "It's against the rules."

"Only if we get caught. Besides. It's an emergency. I'm gonna' bust if I don't go now. You don't want me to go in the bushes, do you?"

"But I can't. If they…"

"Come on Phil. I can't wait anymore. If I don't go now I'm gonna' piss right here at the door."

She was beginning to bounce around like a little kid who still hadn't learned how to control their bladder. The look in her eyes also showed the genuine, desperate condition she was in. Knowing that no one would ever really know that she was here, I agreed to let her in.

"Okay, but keep it down. If someone sees me bringing you in here, my ass is grass. Let's go."

I put the key into the lock with the skill of a full-time burglar. I was surprised at how panic had turned all of my fingers into thumbs just a few minutes ago. We hurried up the stairs as quietly as possible, Ms. Black staying as close behind me as she could. As we went from floor to floor, I began to wonder if she really had to piss, and if she was grabbing a look at my ass in the same underhanded way I had taken one of hers. When we reached my floor I opened the stairwell door first, making sure that no one was in the hall. There were only three other rooms occupied during the summer break, but I wasn't willing to take any unnecessary chances. We quietly walked down to my room, and as I went to unlock my door, I felt Ms. Black standing, what I thought, was a little too close to me. As I turned to look back at her over my shoulder, she stared back into my eyes with those big brown orbs that were always hidden under glasses. I stood frozen, hypnotized by their dark and mysterious gaze. 

"Phil. The door. I've got to piss."

"Sorry."

I opened the door and quickly took her hand, pulling her into my room. I closed the door and locked it, listening to see if I could hear anyone out in the hall, even though I was pretty sure that no one would be there. Better safe than sorry. I was concentrating so intently on my ability to hear that I never sensed the pressure being put upon my body by Ms Black. She was leaning against my back so firmly that I began to feel her breathing despite the well padded buffer of her tits. Her crotch was being pushed firmly into my ass while she leaned her head onto my shoulder, listening too for that make-believe hall monitor. Once again, a paralyzing sense of panic filled my body. Even though the woman behind me wasn't exerting a crushing pressure, my ability to breathe was greatly diminished. Had it not been for her soft plea of pity, we might still be standing there today.

"Phil," she whispered. "I've got to piss. Now!"

Prodded back into action by a damsel in distress, I reached for the light switch which turned on a lamp by the window. Before I could turn to show her where the bathroom was, Virginia Black had searched it out herself and was heading for the toilet as fast as she could. I watched with amazement, as in one graceful motion she went about her business. While she reached out to close the bathroom door, she brought the skirt of her dress up around her waist. Still fixated by the performance I was witnessing, she flipped a thumb into the waistband of her panty and began to pull it down over her ass. The door of the bathroom swung shut just ass the crack of her ass was coming into view. As I slowly went to sit on my bed and rest my weary body, the sound that came from within my bathroom made me stop just before my own ass landed onto the mattress. I held my breath, not wanting any noise to clash with the loud sound her urine made as it freely flowed out of her body and into the toilet. Even over the splashing reverberation the jet of fluid made, I could hear a sigh of relief being expelled by the mature woman pissing in my toilet. Gradually, the noise of the forceful stream subsided until the last contractions of her bladder yielded only intermittent groups of drops. Feeling somewhat embarrassed by my unexpected eavesdropping, I sat on my bed and waited for her to come out. After what seemed to be an overly long period of time needed to wipe one's crotch after pissing, I heard a somewhat humiliated voice come from inside the bathroom. 

"Phil. I need a roll of toilet paper. Can you get me one."

As her words funneled into my ears, the memory of the last piece of toilet paper, fighting to remain on the small cardboard roll, reentered my brain. Finally, my habit of not taking care of tasks when they present themselves had reared its ugly head and struck in a most unusual way. Sitting on my bed like a motionless statue of marble, I heard a self-conscious voice call out for a little bit of help once again.

"Phil? Are you there? I need some toilet paper. There's none in here."

"Yeah. Sure," I finally called back. "Sorry about that. I forgot to replace it. Sorry."

I prayed that my voice conveyed my true feelings. I stood, trying to remember where I had put my last purchase of paper. Suddenly I remembered that I had put it under my bed. Falling to my hands and knees, I reached under the bed and pulled out a package of 24-rolls. Stuff is cheaper when bought in bulk. I hurried to the bathroom door and grabbed the knob. It was then that I froze in my tracks. I suddenly remembered that there was a fifty year old woman sitting half naked on my toilet seat. I couldn't just open the door and walk in. Well, I could, but I didn't want to. I instantly recalled the time when I was 12 years old. I had been outside playing over my friends house when the urge to piss hit me the way it had hit Ms. Black. I ran into his house and burst into the bathroom without the slightest hesitation. You can imagine my shock when I saw his overweight grandmother doing exactly what Virginia Black was doing now. Nightmares filled my dreams for the next two weeks. That traumatic experience made me falter now. I knew that Ms. Black looked a whole lot better than my friend's grandmother, but I found it hard to see a woman much older than myself waiting to wipe her crotch after taking a piss. At last, the pleasant voice from within the tiny room gave me enough courage to do what I had to.

"Phil? Is that you? Did you find any paper? Phil?"

Hearing her voice, I did what I could. I opened the door slightly and slipped the package of toilet paper into the room. I then quickly shut the door.

"Come on Phil. Stop playing games with me. You know I can't reach it from over her. Besides, I don't need that much. Now get in here and give me a roll of paper before I get a permanent ring around my ass."

There was a tone of humor, and a tone of seriousness in her voice. I knew that she was right, but the idea of being inside a bathroom with an older woman who was seated on a toilet just didn't seem right. Nonetheless, I had to do what I had to do in order to get rid of her. Once she wiped herself, she would have no reason to stay. I could let her walk herself to her car, and I could get some shuteye. I grabbed the handle of the door and turned the knob, slowly entering a world that would forever change my outlook towards older women.

As the door slowly swung open, my eyes fell upon the sight of Ms. Virginia Black, sitting as comfortably as a woman can sit on a toilet. She seemed not the least bit embarrassed at the situation we had found ourselves in. She smiled brightly as she stared at me with her enormously round eyes. The skirt of her cute summer dress was collected neatly onto her lap; her panty gathered around her ankles. Her strong, firm legs immediately drew my stare, obscuring everything else that might have been focused upon. Toned and tanned, just like the legs that had almost gotten me in trouble with her in the first place, they seemed to have a magnetic pull that I couldn't escape. They looked just as good while sitting on a toilet as they had when they pushed a high performance car to its limits. A high arch of tanned skin made it obvious that she wore a two piece bathing suit. The white skin of her untanned ass was smooth and tight. When I finally realized that I was staring, I turned my head quickly in the opposite direction. An uncomfortable amount of time passed with nothing being done or said. It was finally Virgin Black who broke the silence.

"Could you get me a roll Phil?" she asked as she pointed at the package of rolls. 

I bent down and ripped the plastic wrap, hurrying as fast as I could to accomplish my technical task. Without turning around, I reached back with a new, soft roll. A slightly annoyed sound of exasperation came from the woman in my bathroom. I heard some movement and then words from my seated guest.

"Phil. I'm sure that you've already seen everything a woman has to offer. I'm no different from any other girl you've been with. We're all made the same. Now stop fooling around, and turn around and give me that roll of paper."

Relenting to her logical argument, I slowly turned and looked at her once more, my right arm stretching out with the new roll of toilet paper. She took the roll from my hand and continued to carry on a conversation with me as if we were in her office at work, discussing some matter of business. 

"This is a nice set-up you have here. Don't you have a roommate?"

"Not during the summer," I said as if on some kind of truth serum. "There aren't enough students in the summer months so we get private rooms. It's not a bad deal. Most of the other rooms don't have bathrooms."

"So you're all alone?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Oh nothing."

As she talked and gathered information, I watched as she unraveled a length of paper and folded it over on itself, preparing to do what she needed to do. It wasn't until she began to wiggle and move that I knew she was going perform her act right in front of me. She lifted her skirt before I could react. The expertly trimmed edge of her soft, brown pubic hairs appeared in an instant. She spread her legs and lifted her ass slightly off of the toilet seat as she prepared to put her hand between her legs. Not wanting to see any more, I quickly turned and fled as the interloping grandmother used the soft paper in her hand to absorb the last remnants of urine that might still be dripping from her pisshole. I walked quickly to my bed, not knowing how I got into this mess, or how I was going to get out of it. My day had started normally, but somewhere between then and now, everything had turned inside out and upside down. I sat on my bed and put my head in my hands, wishing that I could close my eyes and go to sleep, waking in the morning to the fact that what was happening was all a dream. In the distance, I heard the toilet flush and the sound of water running in the sink. So much for the dream possibility, but finally, this day would end. Twenty-four hours of unanticipated occurrences would cease and I would be able to curl up on my bed and go to sleep. 

The door to my bathroom finally opened after what seemed to be a very long time needed to wash one's hands, and the figure of Virginia Black stepped out. Had I been standing up with my hand on the door to my room, I might have been able to whisk her out quickly. I might also have been able to see that her panty was draped over the bar that held the shower curtain, having been washed in my sink and placed there to dry. Obviously, she didn't plan on putting it back on in the near future. Instead, I remained sitting on my bed, too tired to move. I sat and watched as my older supervisor slowly circumnavigated the minimal space of my temporary abode. As she made her way towards the large sliding window, she raised each foot and removed her sandals, throwing them into a corner and out of the way. She stood in front of the window and opened it as wide as it would go. The thought of running at her with all of my might and pushing her out of that window crossed my mind. The problem of explaining her presence and the failed attempt at flying on her part made that option impractical. I opted to stay where I was and wait for her to leave on her own. 

Acting as comfortably as she would in her own home, Virginia Black began to stretch in front of the open window, reaching and twisting into positions that would pull muscles from my bones. She spread her feet as far apart as her dress would allow and then bent down to touch her toes. First reaching to her left, and then to her right. One would think that she could compete with the girls that were on our school's gymnastic team. Still looking outside, the words she said next should have awoken me form my stupor like a bucket of water thrown onto a sleeping cat, but instead I let them exit my head like water through a sieve. 

"I always do this before I go to bed. It makes me sleep like a baby."

She twisted her body at the waist a few more times and then did something that did get my attention. Through the hazy screen that fatigue can place over one's eyes, I watched as Ms. Virginia Black pulled the skirt of her dress up to the middle of her thighs. She spread her feet even further than she had before and bent over, grabbing her ankles with her hands. Slowly, she bent her upper body down until I began to see her face appear between her legs. Her hair hung down to the floor as she looked directly at me from a very unorthodox angle. A wide smile formed across her face as she maintained her balance with ease. 

"Well," she said with deserved pride. "How do I look?"

I closed my eyes as I spoke, somewhat amazed by the annoyance and aggravation I heard in my voice, in spite of the first-rate show. Had I not been as tired as I was, I might have told her how impressed I truly was. Instead, I chided her as if she was a little girl.

"Isn't it about time you went home? You took your piss. I'm tired and I want to go to sleep. What more do you want out of me?"

I know now how stupid my last question was. Back then however, I never, in my wildest dreams, thought that she would do what she did. I kept my eyes closed and put my face into my hands with frustration. I wondered what I had to do in order to get her out of my room. Engrossed by my own displeasure in how things were working out for me with Ms. Virginia Black, I never noticed that she had taken a seat next to me on my bed until she spoke softly into my ear.

"Please don't be mad at me Phil. I didn't mean to upset you. I thought you liked my company. Let me make it up to you."

Instantly, all of the courage I had when I expressed my disapproval with her behavior vanished, replaced by my previous fears. I got up from my bed, taking numerous steps in different directions and ending up not going anywhere. I was lost inside of my own 15 by 15 foot cell. But then again, there was no place to hide. I turned bravely to face the monster that was relentlessly hunting me. My greatest fears were realized when I saw her rise from my bed and begin to walk towards me. Automatically I took a couple of steps backwards and then turned to flee through my only safe avenue of escape. Had she not been blocking my path to the open window, I might have taken that road, in spite of the fifty foot fall. I reached the door handle in a second and tried to make my getaway, forgetting that I had been the one who had locked the door. Had I been younger I might have cried when I realized that my fate had been sealed by my own hand. With my face pressed against the cold, steel door that held me prisoner in my own room, I suddenly felt the warm, soft body of Ms Virginia Black press against my back. Instinctively I spun around to face my pursuer, exposing my soft underbelly to her razor sharp trappings, and of a fate that I thought would be worse than death.

When I was a child, my father's sister had played the part that Virginia Black was performing now. My aunt was a fat, loud woman, struggling to impose her will upon anyone that she could. Unfortunately, I was a very easy target when I was five years old. Whenever she came to visit, she would search me out, squeezing my face until it was grotesquely distorted and planting a big, cold, wet kiss on my lips. I cried when I knew she was coming. I begged my parents to intercede, telling them that I would do anything for them if they would only protect me from her assaults. The years of abuse continued, with everyone having a good laugh at my suffering, except me. I'm positive that my masked anxiety concerning older women could have its lineage traced back to my aunt. And now, nine years after it had ended with her death, the incarnate ghost of my aunt was after me once again.

I held my eyes tightly shut, afraid that I would see the clown-like face of my aunt looking back at me. If I had had them open, I would have seen the eager face of a horny woman. After turning the light off with the switch by the door, she reached out with her hands and held my face gently, her long fingers trying to convey the passion she was about to enthusiastically extend to me. In my mind however, I felt the vice-like grip of my aunt's stubby talons remolding the features of my face. Slowly, Virginia Black brought her lips to mine, her fresh smelling, warm breath, lightly wafting over my face. In its place, I smelled the gross, animal-like pant of my aunt and the boiling heat of her smoke-filled lungs smothering me. 

I was positive that I would soon taste the ashtray flavor of her cigarette-sucking lips, and feel the wet slime of her bloated mouth coating my face. The urge to vomit was unbearable. I could feel my stomach churning as a cold, wet sweat seeped out of every pore of my body. I might have saved myself by pushing Ms. Black away and throwing her out the door had I not been raised in the flat plains region of the mid-west. I had made the mistake of raising my hand to my mother when I was eight or nine years old. I remember that I had slapped her hand for some juvenile reason, unleashing the wrath of my father when he got home from work. I swear that my rump didn't stop generating its own heat for three days. 

The words, "A real man never strikes a lady. You understand me boy?" were indelibly etched into my being that day. As a result, the palms of my hands remained glued to my door as the lips of Ms. Virginia Black turned the key, that emptied the water, that cooled the rods, that generated the heat of my nuclear power plant. The resulting heat and fallout caused by the meltdown of my inner core would not become worldwide news, or even make the local channels, but it would become for me the most memorable event of my life.

As soon as Virginia Black's lips touched mine, I immediately knew that what was happening to me now had nothing to do with my aunt. Soft and gentle, they produced an instant settling effect to my stomach. Short in duration, four lightly placed kisses made me open my eyes in order to discover the source of such pleasure. Recognizing the face of the older woman I had worked for this summer, I instinctively attempted to pull my lips from hers, still unable to overcome the lifelong effects of my aunt's assaults. Fortunately, the tightly packed atoms of the security door that protected my room prevented my head from moving. She continued to kiss me, with each successive kiss becoming longer and more passionate.