0 comments/ 17175 views/ 0 favorites Her Date By: naughti_mynx Rain slowly runs down the window as she gets ready for her *date*. She feels a hundred butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she prepares herself. Pale blue eyes watch as the water slowly fills the tub. She pours some honeysuckle scented bath salts into the gently churning water. While the bath fills, she sets about gathering the things he requested her to wear tonight. First,the evening gown of black sequins. She lays it out on the bed and stands back to admire the shimmering effects the lights have on it, her mind imagining how she will look in it. She then goes to her dresser and pulls out a black lace bra and panties and lays them beside the dress. Black silk stocking join the lacy underclothes and dress. Turning, she begins to unbutton her blouse, fingers moving through them with a practiced ease. She strips it slowly from her body, her senses heightened from the anticipation of the night to come. The silk of the blouse caresses her skin as it glides downward, falling like a cloud to the floor. Her slacks made of creamy linen follow the blouse quickly. She steps out of them and slowly undoes her bra. Her nipples tighten as the coolness of the room brushes against her breasts, her hands move to slide her underwear down her thighs, a shiver causes her skin to tighten. She cross the room to the mirror. Stands before it, she admires her body. With her hips swaying gently, she moves slowly to the bathroom. Closing the door, she moves to the tub and shuts the water off. Inhales deeply, the scent of honeysuckle blossoms fills her lungs, causing her to smile softly. The room begins to steam up inside the enclosed space. She steps gently into the water and a sigh escapes from her lips as she slides deeper into the warmth of the bath. Leaning back she closes her eyes and sighs. Her hands caress the water's surface and slowly descend to caress her body lovingly. Trailing them along her shoulders and down her neck, she moves them farther down her chest caressing each breast and feeling her nipples harden as her fingers cross over them. She shivers as she continues her exploration of her body. Slowly her hands make way to her stomach and they move in slow circles, pressing harder as she moves farther down. The tips of her fingers touch her shaven pubic mound and search for the center of her being. As they touch it, she moans softly and continues the exploration of her pussy. Her fingers slip one at a time into her slowly, feeling the warmth of her body. Moving slowly in and out she begins to bring herself to orgasm. She stops. Not wanting to cum yet she withdrawals her fingers and picks up a bath sponge and pouring soap onto it. She slowly begins to wash her body, starting at her face and slowly trailing down the neck, then to her chest. moving in slow deliberate circles until the sponge touches her nipples. She presses it harder on them and continues downward, scrubbing herself clean. She pays special attention to her pussy making sure she is very clean. she then washes her legs and feet and rinses off the soap, she washes her hair with raspberry scented shampoo and conditioner. rinsing, feeling clean and relaxed she stands up and reaches for a towel. Rubbing her body dry with the towel. She quickly dries her hair with a drier. Brushing it out until it shines. Walking to her bedroom she sits at her table and applies lotion to her skin, the gentle scent of huneysuckle again evading her senses. She runs her hand along a thigh and feels its softness, gently rubbing the lotion deeply into her skin. Crossing the room, she sits at her dressing table to meticulously apply her makeup. Dusky rose blush along her cheekbone, smiles, she then moves to her soft blue eyes covering the lids in a light blue powder, adding some shimmering silver sparkles on top of that to give the lights something to dance upon. A shining gloss barely colored in a soft pink enhances her already full lips Moving to the bed, she slips her bra on, covering her breast, her nipples still visible through the lace. She moves her lace panties up her legs, softly moaning as the silk cups her sex. Sitting on the bed's edge, she picking up a stocking, raises her leg and begins to slip the stocking over her foot and begins to move it slowly up her leg, covering it in silk. It stops at her upper thigh, leaving the top exposed for him. Looking at the time, she quickly encases the other leg with the other stocking. She stands and turns toward the bed, picking up her dress she steps into it, pulling the dress up past her hips, over her stomach, across her breasts,hiding the lacy bra. Her creamy white shoulders disappearing as the dress covers them snuggly. Shivering in anticipation, she slides the zipper up. The dress fitting her body like a glove, exposing, yet still hiding all her luscious curves. After slipping on her high heels, the 4 inch spiked heels, adding to the shimmering rhinestones that encrusts the tiny strap that holds the shoe to her foot. Walking to the mirror, she admires herself in it, twirling in a moment of vanity. She smiles as she knows she will please him. Glancing down at the slim gold watch that adorns her small wrist, she realizes he will be here shortly. She walks gracefully into the living room and paces as she waits for him. Ten minutes later the doorbell rings, she smiles as she opens it to him. He stands for a minute admiring her, then walks closer to her and gives her a light kiss on her cheek, whispering hello as he does. Her own voice nervous as she murmurs a soft hello back. His hand moves to her lower back guiding her out the door, closing the door with his other hand. Walking across the sidewalk to his car, he opens the door for her, gently helping her in. She asks him were they are going and he says wait and see. He moves quickly to His side, opens the door and climbs in. She inhales slowly, smiling as she drinks in his scent. He starts the car andwith a smile at her, pulls out into the road. Driving for what seems forever, He finally stops. She looks up and is surprised to find herself in front of his house. He gets out of the car and moves around to her side, opens the door and offering her his hand, she takes it and climbs out. He closes the door and leads her up the walk to the front door of his house, her hand still encased in his larger one. He feels her hand trembling and gives it a squeeze of assurance, letting her know everything will be okay. She smiles at him, while trying to will herself to relax more for him. Taking his key, he unlocks the house, opens the door and guides her in with his hand on the small of her back. She places her purse on a table in the entrance way and looks up at Him. He looks back at her, as he moves closer to her and lowers His lips to hers, kissing her gently and lovingly, her nerves seem to disapear in that kiss. He lead her to the dining room where there is a light meal spread out on the table for them. Wine, cheese, cold meats and hard breads. He pulls a chair out for her and tells her to sit, she obeys. He moves the chair in slightly and then offers her some wine, which she graciously accepts from him. He pour a glass for her and then for himself, handing her glass to her, he watches as she brings it to her lips and sips it. She smiles, delighted in the fruity taste of it. He then places a plate with some cheese, meat and bread on it in front of her and tells her to enjoy herself. She looks at him and then begins to slowly eat what he has given her. He doesn't eat,only sits watching her. She keeps her eyes lowered so he cannot see the blush that spreads slowly across her face. She finishes the meal and he quickly removes the plate. He then moves to her side and helps her up from the table. He then guides her into the living room, flipping a switch. Soft music fills the air. He pulls her to him and they begin to slow dance, her hips pressed to his. His hand on her back holding her possessively as they dance. They dance for about an hour. She is so relaxed by now that it startles her when he stops, takes her by the hand, down the hall to a door at the end of it. Opening the door, he guides her inside. She gasps as she realizes it is his room. His room filled with roses of all different shades and sizes, their scent permeates the air heavily. In the middle of his room is a bed.Oak posts, the size of small pillars rise from each of the bed's corners. Upon a closer look at the bed, she spies hooks almost hidden on each of the four posts, their purpose, sending a shiver through her body. Pillows overflow the top of the bed, looking inviting. He moves across the floor to the bed. Sitting down on it he sighs softly. Looking toward her he tells her to come to him. She moves quietly across the carpet and stops a few feet in front of him. He tells her to turn around. She turns around without thinking, obeying him, not a question. His hands glide across her back, sending shivers through her. He caresses her upper back tenderly, before allowing his hand to glide down her back, towards her buttocks. She jerks slightly from the softness of his touch. He tells her to remain still. She does. His hands move back up to her upper back and begins to slowly slide the zipper downwards. She hears him rise and then feels the warmth of his lips touching her back as he slowly unzips her dress. His lips follow the zipper's trail making her tremble and making her legs feel weak. She feels the warm moisture between her thighs spread downwards. He stops and tells her to turn around, which she does again quickly, wanting to please him. He smiles as he slips the dress from her shoulders, the intake oh his breath, tells her he is pleased by what he sees. He watches her face as He guides the dress over her hips and down her legs, fingers skimming her warm flesh as they pass downwards, his eyes never leaving her own. She closes them from embarrassment as she feels a blush spread across her face and neck, turning them a soft shade of red. He tells her to open them . She does, eyes downcase towards the floor. He tells her to step out of the dress and she moves quickly from it. He then picks the dress up and lays it lovingly across a chair. He then tells her to remove her bra and panties. She hesitates but a second, her hands shake slightly as she undoes the front closure of the bra, releasing her breasts from the confines of it. As her breasts spill from their warm confinment, her nipples harden almost instantly. He is smiling at her, nodding in approval. Bending slightly at the waist, she removes her panties, stepping out of them as well. He moves to her and takes the bra from the bed and picks up the panties that just came off her, holding them close to his nose, inhaling to breath deeply of her scent. His blood begin to surge with fire as he places them near her dress. He tells her to sit on the bed with her legs parted for him. She moves backwards and feels the edge of the bed against her legs and sits down, her legs opening as soon as she sits, exposing all that is his for his viewing pleasure. He moves to her and kneels in front of her. Slowly he begins kissing her right thigh and then her left one. She shivers as she feels herself getting wetter. He stops and slowly begins to remove her stockings from her legs. When he finishes he glides his hands across her soft flesh, making her moan softly. He smiles as he loves the sound she releases from her lips for him. He tells her to move onto the bed and lay on her back. Laying back, she feels the coolness of the sheets kiss her back. She hears her heart pounding rapidly as she waits for him to move toward her. He moves across the room and picks up something, bringing it back to the bed, she sees it is a blindfold. He asks her raise her head slightly, as she does, he slides it over her head and adjusts it over her eyes, blocking her vision. She hears him move away, soon something opens. Listening closer, she strains her head, cocking it slightly to turn an ear towards the sound, it is a drawer. Curious, but trusting, she relaxes as she hears the drawer close again. He moves across the room and in silence takes first her right hand in his, places a cuff a round it, she gasps as she feels the soft fur that surrounds her wrist now, now knowing what is to come. He smiles as watches the acceptance in her actions, her body completely relaxing to allow him to fit the cuffs on her quickly. He then attaches the cuff to a rope, quickly attaching the rope to the hook at the post nearest it, tightening it up as he does. He then moves to her left wrist, placeing a cuff on it as well before attaching a rope to it, then anchoring it to another hook at the post closest to it. Making sure it is tight enough that she cannot move, he smiles. She feels him pick up her right leg slightly, just off the bed to attach a leather cuff to it. She moans as he anchors it also to a post tightly, feeling the muscle in her thigh stretch gently, just enough to know she will not be able to move much. He moves to her left leg, he caresses her calf gently, his mind picturing how they will look bound, tightening from the pleasure she will be accepting from him soon.He then picks up her leg by the ankle, tightening the cuff gently, but secure. She hears him laugh softly as she feels her leg being anchored to the final post. He tightens it up and then stands back to admire what he owns. Her body spread wide, displayed beautifully for him. He tells her she is beautiful. She smiles. She hears him move away from the bed again and whimpers softly from the distance he has placed between them. Hearing him move closer once again, she quiets down. He places something gently across her breast. She recognises the feel of the leather, it is a flogger. He grins as he moves the flogger gently across her breasts, teasing her nipples gently, watching as they harden before moving it down towards her stomach, letting the tails glide across it slowly,causing her to shiver in anticipation, making sure they touch the top of her pussy, she gasps and tries to arch up as she feels it touching her there. He takes it away from her body, pausing for a few seconds, wanting her to wonder when she will feel its touch on her skin. He raises his hand and brings the flogger down , connecting with her right thigh, the tails barely resting before he pulls it back up, she moans as he continues the assault first on her thighs, red welts mark the her flesh as he moves upwards, slashing the flogger over each part of her exposed flesh, marking every inch. Across her stomach, continually moving upwards, not hitting too hard, just enough to make her want more. She begins to writhe and strain against her bonds as by the time he reaches her breast again. He orders her to remain still, she stops moving immediately. He then brings the flogger down across her right breast and hears her gasp with desire. He moves it to the left one and repeats the process. He continues to hit her breasts, increasing the harshness as time goes on, her moans filling the room as her desire begins to overwhelm her. He stops. Moving away from her, he places the flogger back on the dresser and picks up another item. She hears a slight flickand wonders what it is. He moves slowly across to the bed, setting something on the table beside it. His hands cup her breasts tenderly, massaging them gently. He takes her nipples in between his thumbs and forefinger, he rolls them around carefully, watching as they grow even harder. He tugs on them slightly and she groans, her hips moving slowly as she arches up. He looks back at the night stand and then back at her, smiles, His hands moving across her breasts, gliding down to her stomach, gently kneading it. He bends over her, places a kiss on her lips and then a kiss on her belly button. She gasps loudly. His hand glides from her stomach to her mound. He slowly trailing his fingers across it, moving downwards, touches her core, feeling the moisture coming from her. He smiles, taking his hands away. He moves back to the top of the bed, picks up the item he placed there earlier. He brings it toward her chest and slightly tips it. She screams as she feels the hot wax making contact with her right breast, she begins to moan loudly as he moves to the left breast, pouring it across that one as well. She struggles hard against her restraints. His hand soothing as he carresses her flesh and assures her it is okay, even as he begins to make a trail with the hot wax downwards across her stomach, making a pretty pattern over it before moving towards the edge of her mound. He stops for a bit, letting her relax. His free hand caressing her skin tenderly, whispering words of love and encouragement to her. He continues to caress her as he pours the hot wax onto the top of her mound, she jerks and screams from the pain as it slips down into the hidden folds of her pussy. He moves lower allowing the hot wax to drip across her thighs, down her calves and finally to the end of her ankles. The pattern it leaves behind colorful against her pale skin. She writhes on the bed moaning in sheer pleasure by now, the pain turning crossing over into pleasure. He smiles and places the candle back on the night stand and blows it out. He moves back to his love and lowers his body onto the bed. She gasps as she feels his lips touch hers. He kisses her gently as he slides his body next to hers. She smiles as she realizes he is naked. His hands play across her breast, gently loving them as he peels the cooled wax from her skin. She lets out a small moan as he does, small hairs attaching themselves in the wax are pulled free along with the wax. He finishes cleaning the wax off her quickly, placing it in a small can by the bed. He moves back to her and glides his body across hers,her soft skin, a sharp contrast to his own, which is weather worn and rough. She gasps and moans, pressing back against him, her hips pressing seductively into his groin, her need great. He laughs out loud at her wanton desire before he moves lower on the bed to her small feet. He begins at her right foot, kissing it softly, licking, tasting even there, her sweetness. He kisses each toe before bringing them into his mouth, he sucks on them gently, knowing this will only drive her closer to the edge. He then moves to the top of her foot tasting, feasting on the soft flesh with his mouth. The whole area covered before he moves to begin kissing the bottom, sucking gently at the arch, his tongue tracing small circles over it. She shivers and tries to pull her foot away, the restraints keeping her foot where he desires it to be. He then moves to the other foot and does the same thing, she writhes as much as she can upon the bed, her head tossing back and forth as the sweet torture his places upon her drives her closer and closer to the verge of no return. He moves to her left leg and begins to leave a trail of kisses and minute nips along her calf, slowly moving upwards towards her thigh, making sure as he moves steadily upwards, he doesn't touch her mound, instead kissing the tender part of her hip, tracing the edge of mound with his tongue as her hips try to rise up to offer him herself. His lips move across her lower stomach, dipping into her tiny belly button, flicking it softly on his way to the other side of her hips. She begs him, a soft whine coming from her lips to allow her to find release from the slow torture he has placed upon her. He shakes his head softly and says no, it is too soon, she must learn to control her body so much more. She whimpers as his hands glide across her stomach, down to her mound, feeling the soft flesh under his fingers, tracing the path down towards her clit, pulling back the skin gently, he exposes her swollen clit and barely touches it. A violent shudder goes through her body, she arches, struggling against her restraints as the electric current from his touch almost causes her to release without his permission. as she feels His fingers touching her. She moans like a wounded animal, low and primal as he lowers his fingers to feel her wetness. bringing them to his lips he taste her. She blushes inspite of her desire when she hears him say mmmmmmmm, knowing he is tasting her. Very nice love he says as his hand dips back to her pussy, slowly massaging it. Her Date Her hips begin to move faster, trying to press closer to his hand, he pulls back each time her hips move upwards, not allowing her to get them any closer. She screams from the pain of her desire, pain and pleasure almost one, Bbgging him to take her, to release her from her torture. He gets up from the bed and moves across the floor. Sitting in a chair, watching her, he smiles as she begins whimpering. Her body continues to move on the bed as her desire slowly ebbs. He waits for five minutes and then very quietly, moves across the floor to the bed. She hears him anyway, her senses heightened from her desire for him and all that he gives her. He moves on top of her and lets his cock touch her mound. She moans and pushes upwards to him. He moves forward at the same time, entering her quickly. He lets out a gasps at the same time as she does, her muscles contracting tightly around him. He moves slowly in and out of her,relishing the tight warmth. Their bodies meeting eagerly, giving and taking everything to the other. His hand moves to her breasts to play with her nipples, teasing them as he moves his cock in and out faster, harder, until he feels her tighten up even more on him. He slows down, knowing she is close to orgasm. He removes his hand from her breast and places it on her hip to still her movement. He tells her she is not allowed to cum yet. She whimpers as she tries to move her hips to his. He continues to move slowly in her, making sure she feels each thrust as deeply as she can, knowing his cock presses hard against her clit with each movement. She begs and begs him continually to allow her release. He smiles and taking his hand from her hip, allows her to move with him. He thrusts hard, pounding into her, and tells her she may cum now. As Their hips pound against each other she lets out a scream and calls her Master as she falls over the edge, her orgasm stealing her breath, white lights flash before her eyes. She feels herself floating up, out of her body. Her body still moving against his as she feels her juices flow across her legs and knows he feels them as well. She feels him moving faster in her and harder, knowing he is about to give her his love in return. He releases a groan from deep within him as he feels himself about to explode. Grasping her hips tightly, he thrusts deeper and slower as she tightens her muscles around his shaft. He cries out, his voice hoarse and deep as he releases his cum into her. The heat of his cum splashing against her womb, causes her to cum again, arching against him as she does. He thrust hard and deep until he is completely spent and sated, then he collapses on her body and whispers that he is very pleased with her and that he loves her. She tells him she loves him as well. After he relaxes for a few minutes, he moves up to her and kisses her gently. His hand reaching out to release the rope from the hook, moving and doing the same to the other rope. She pulls her arms down, moaning from the ache she feels from being bound in restraints. He kisses her again and the moves to the foot of the bed to release her feet from those hooks. He takes the ropes off her ankles, leaving the cuffs on. She wonders as he makes no move to take the ropes off her left wrist. He takes the rope off her right wrist and again leaves the cuff in place. He then takes her hands and binds them together with the remaining rope. She gasps. He then moves to the foot of the bed and bending down reaches under the bed and bringing up a chain. He anchors the chain to her right ankle. He then moves back to the bed and climbs in beside her, drawing the covers up over their bodies. Pulling her body close to his, He tells her it is time to sleep. She falls asleep knowing she will always belong to her Master. He falls a sleep knowing she is and always will be his. Her Daughter's Boyfriend George drove his cock into me, his belly rubbing against mine, one hand gripping my shoulder, the other clutching my breast. He's got a big cock, and he always made sure he filled me right to the hilt, with big long thrusts that made me grunt. My arms and legs were wrapped around him, and my eyes were screwed shut, trying to feel every moment of the experience. He came with a gasp, and flopped down next to me. I sighed and wriggled myself further into the mattress, enjoying the nice warm feeling inside me. Then he leant over me, kissed me on the lips, gave me a wink and said "G'night sweetheart", before rolling over and falling asleep within seconds. In the friendly darkness of my bedroom I lay back and stared in the direction of the ceiling. We had a good marriage, I thought, coming up for 23 years, and I looked forward to my Saturday night cuddle and tumble, as George put it. And on Sunday I was going to play host to my daughter and her new boyfriend. Sharon lived across town with a couple of mates, and she'd met this fellow while temping at the office where he worked. Steven his name was. I'd promised to lay on a nice Sunday lunch, and Sharon had threatened me on pain of death not to embarrass her: "No baby photos, no stupid questions. Okay?" Honestly, I'd only just turned 44, and she made me feel so old sometimes! I giggled to myself and wondered if I should tell Steven about the time that I threw my knickers on stage at a Bay City Rollers concert. After all, that wouldn't embarrass my daughter - not much! I slaved away in the kitchen all Sunday morning, and when Sharon and Steven arrived I wasn't looking my best - red in the face, sweaty, ginger hair held back from my forehead with an Alice band, hands covered in flour. Naturally George was out weeding in the garden, so muggins here had to get the door. Sharon gave me a look that could kill, but Steven seemed quite unfazed by my bizarre appearance and gave me a peck on the cheek and a lovely bouquet of mixed carnations. I quickly washed off my hands, fluffed my hair down a bit, slammed the lamb into the oven and gave them both a glass of Asti before bolting upstairs to try and make myself look human. When I returned to the lounge I looked - and felt - a lot better. I couldn't help noticing Sharon was piling on the weight. I've got a few extra pounds on my tummy, but generally I keep myself pretty trim. As we chatted I subtly took in Steven. I knew he was 23, four years older than Sharon. He was tall, slim, with neat dark hair, twinkling brown eyes, and a handsome, quite delicate face. I thought my daughter had done well for herself this time. Lunch went well, and afterwards the other three sank into the three-piece suite while I started running water for the washing up, my hints to George about an automatic dishwasher having been ignored for another year. I'd just turned on a tape of some of my favourite music when there was a tap at the kitchen door and Steven appeared, and said, "Can I give you a hand, Mrs Webster?" I told him to call me Jill, and thanked him for the offer. He in return said I should call him Steve. As he started drying pots he cocked an ear at the music and said, "Oh, The Marriage of Figaro. I love this overture." I looked at him in surprise, and asked if he was a classical music fan. He grinned shyly. "Well, I like classical pops, I suppose you'd call them. I couldn't listen to a four-hour concerto, but give me a mix of well known overtures, arias, that sort of thing, and you'll have me eating out of your hand." I'm much the same. I'd only really got into the classics about three years earlier. George isn't much of a music fan, and he sent me up something awful over my new fad, telling me I was getting ideas above my station. Steve and I chatted happily away as we washed and wiped, my music providing a pleasant background. He was some sort of computer whiz kid, and although he didn't say it I got the impression he was earning a decent whack. At one point, as I passed him a plate, his fingertips laid over mine for second or so, and I felt a sort of electric buzz pass through my hand and up my arm. I didn't think anything of it at the time but that evening, sitting alone watching a TV soap, I did think abut it. I shook my head in dismissal - silly cow, I thought, you must be starting the menopause early. Sharon and Steve came round a few more times in the following weeks, and I always got on well with him. One evening, when I thought we'd spent a pleasant evening chatting and laughing, Sharon cornered me in the kitchen and snapped, "Mother, for Christ's sake!" I stared at her, wondering what on earth I'd done. She continued, "You're totally monopolising Stevie. I would like the odd word with him now and then. And you keep flashing your boobs at him! God knows what Dad thinks." I was shocked: I thought I was behaving perfectly normally. As for my cleavage, I was wearing an ordinary, respectable open-neck blouse, and it's not my fault if I've got a big chest. After they left I casually asked George how he thought the evening had gone, and he just said he thought it was fine. About a month after I first met Steve I was wandering round our local shopping mall, head in the clouds, when I heard his voice hail me. He told me, "I was supposed to be meeting Sharon today to do a bit of clothes shopping, but she just called me to say she's helping her flatmate run a jumble sale. I thought I might pop over later on but, while we're both here, can I buy you a coffee?" I thought that was a nice idea, and gladly agreed, on the condition that he let me pay. We compromised, and I bought us both a scone with jam and cream. As Steve sat opposite me I couldn't help thinking how lucky Sharon was finding him. He really was a nice bloke, and in a blue denim jacket and black T-shirt he looked great - the words ruggedly handsome sprung to mind. If I was 20 years younger...I banished the thought the moment it arrived, and concentrated furiously on stirring my coffee. We chatted away, and suddenly a thought occurred to me. It was a bit of a cheek, but..."Steve...you know you said you like classical pops? Well, the BBC Concert Orchestra's playing here on Friday night, just a one-off, and that's exactly what their show's called. I, erm, it's silly I know but, I wondered if you might fancy going? I mean Sharon would be welcome to come too, obviously, but I've never been to a live classical concert, and there's no way George would take me. Sorry, you're probably doing something else..." My companion was smiling before I'd even finished. "It sounds great Jill. I'd love to go. It's not really Sharon's thing, but she normally likes to just crash out on a Friday anyway, so I'm sure she wouldn't mind." We arranged that I'd get the tickets and Steve would pick me up and pay me back for his. I left the café with a real spring in my step. Just outside, Steve said, "Hang on a sec." He was standing very close to me, and reached out an index finger to my mouth. I felt it trace around one corner of my lips. "Sorry, you had a bit of stray cream." His eyes focused on mine, he gave me an amused smile as he sucked the finger. As we parted I felt my skin burning where he'd touched me, and I couldn't understand why. When I'd invited him to the concert I hadn't had anything in mind other than a pleasant evening of conversation and classics. I really hadn't. I was excited all day that Friday. I finished work early and spent ages showering, making myself up just so and choosing my dress. I went for a black spangly knee-length one that I only wear on special occasions. The deep V at the front showed maybe a bit too much cleavage, but what the hell, I wanted to feel glamorous. When I was ready I checked myself in the bedroom mirror. Five-feet-five, shoulder-length curly dark red hair, pretty green eyes, just the right amount of eye-shadow, blusher and lippy, 36C boobs, tummy not showing too much, all wrapped up in the black dress, black tights and glossy high-heels. I nodded in satisfaction: not bad for an old bag. When George saw me he did a double-take, and said "Phwoooaaarrrr, sure you don't want to stay in tonight?" I gave him a girlish giggle and chucked his chin. A few minutes later Steve turned up in his expensive-looking white Subaru. He looked fantastic, in a white suit with an open-necked black silk shirt, showing off just a curl of chest hair. When he saw me, he looked impressed too. "Wow Jill, veeerry nice. You'll be the belle of the ball." Then he gave George a cheeky grin. "Don't worry Mr W, I promise to have her home by midnight." The concert was absolutely wonderful. The orchestra played some great music - pieces from Carmen, Handel's Water Music, Carmina Burana, Blue Danube...they closed the first half with the William Tell Overture. The music was so exhilarating, getting faster and faster towards the end, that the whole audience was jumping around to it. I got quite bound up in it. At some point Steve took my hand in his, and we stayed like that until the final crescendo, when we joined everyone else on our feet cheering and applauding wildly. As we sank back into our seats, flushed, Steve said, "Sorry about grabbing you like that, it's just such an exciting piece I get carried away." I hadn't minded at all; in fact I'd felt quite the same and rather enjoyed his hand squeezing mine in time to the galloping rhythm. The second half was just as good, ending in the crashing guns and bells of the 1812 Overture, complete with mini indoor cannons. As we made our slow way out of the concert hall, Steve asked me if I fancied a quick drink. I glanced at my watch. "Well, I really should be getting back...oh, why not? Yes, I'd love one, thanks." He led me away from the main throng of concert goers to a lively bar a couple of streets away. To actually have a conversation without screaming over the noise we had to tuck ourselves side by side into a little alcove, our thighs pressed together. Steve, as he was driving, had only a half pint of shandy, while I allowed myself a couple of G and Ts. We also shared a bag of crisps. I hadn't enjoyed myself so much in ages, and laughed gaily as we talked about the show. Both looking at each other's faces, we didn't notice the crisp bag was empty until our greasy fingers came into contact in it. We both laughed, then suddenly something changed between us, just like that. Steve stopped laughing and looked intently into my face. I thought for a moment he was going to kiss me. His fingers continued to rest on mine on the table. Neither of us moved for fully five seconds - I'm not sure I even breathed. Then Steve eyes dropped away from mine and, in a husky voice, he said, "I suppose we'd better go." I knocked back the dregs of my drink and squeezed out from behind the table. My knees felt weak, but I knew it wasn't from the alcohol. He bar was even more crowded than when we arrived, and Steve took my hand to lead me to the exit. When we got out into the cool night air he continued to hold it. We walked in silence in the direction of his car, the atmosphere around us crackling with tension. I felt a tiny stab of disappointment as Steve released my hand, but a moment later he rested it on the small of my back. Wordlessly, he steered me into a long, dark, narrow alley which I assumed was a shortcut to the car. He stopped part way, and rested his hands either side of me, on the brick wall of a building. I could barely see his face in the darkness, but I knew what was about to happen. I could have stopped it, right there; but I wanted what was coming as much as he did. He dipped his head towards me, and his lips met my open mouth. Suddenly we were gnawing passionately at each other, tongues fencing, his hands on my shoulders, mine raking through his hair. When he began to scoop up the hem of my dress I eased my bum off the wall to help him. I held the dress up for him as he reached for my panties and tights, pushing them down my thighs. Then I reached out my hand and tore at the zip of his fly. A moment later he surged into me, ramming his cock deep into my snatch. I clutched his shoulders again, gasping into his mouth with each stab of his prick. His fingers gripped and kneaded my buttocks, holding them off the rough surface of the wall. I could feel my underwear cutting into my thighs as he fucked me, but I couldn't have cared less. It was wild and animalistic, not great sex; nevertheless I felt a huge surge of wetness into my cunt as I came, my face pressed tight to his neck to suppress my howl of lust. Moments later his entire body seemed to shake, and I felt his release inside me. Neither of us said a word as he drove me home; we both stared fixedly through the windscreen. I could feel my face burning with shame. Christ, I hadn't done anything remotely like that since I was 16. And with my daughter's boyfriend! I hadn't done it with anyone else but George since our marriage. I was still wet from our combined juices, and my knickers and tights were rolled in a ball in my coat pocket. My thighs had deep red furrows where the panties had cut into them, and my bum felt bruised from Steve's fingers clutching it. When he pulled up outside my home, I opened the door to bolt inside, then paused. "Steve. What just happened...we can't..." He nodded. "I know Mrs W - it won't happen again. But I'm glad it did." He leaned towards me, as if to kiss me. I rushed inside, my face on fire. I didn't sleep much that night, and when I did I saw Steve's face in my dreams. The next week or so was difficult for me. Every time George looked at me I wondered if he could see it in my face, smell Steve on me, sense that his wife of more than 20 years had acted like a whore with a man young enough to be her son. I didn't see Sharon or Steve that week, and I didn't expect to. I secretly hoped he'd 'phone, but dreaded that he would. I found myself wondering more than once whether it had really meant anything to him, or whether he'd just seen an opportunity to have it away with his girlfriend's mother, and grabbed it. On Saturday - just over a week after my knee-trembler in the alley - I was putting a load into the washing machine when the front doorbell rang. I opened the door - to stare straight into Steve's face. God, he looked lovely. I felt my pussy twitch at the sight of him. I stood with my mouth open, as he said, "Hi Jill, is George in?" I managed to stammer "No, he isn't." Steve knew very well that George usually travelled to support our local football team, and that day they were playing 200 miles away. I added, "And neither's Sharon." Locking his beautiful eyes on mine, Steve murmured, "Good. I didn't come here to see Sharon." I stood gazing at him for several seconds. Then, my stomach in knots, I said quietly, "Well, since you're here I suppose you'd better come in." He slipped past me into the hallway, and I found myself glancing to left and right, hoping the neighbours hadn't seen him. The moment I closed the door Steve was on me, one arm round my waist, the other round my shoulders, his lips on mine. I dragged my mouth away from his and managed to gasp, "Steve, no, we can't, please." He rested his forehead against mine. There was a note of desperation in his voice as he replied, "Jill, please, I can't stand it, I've thought about nothing but you ever since that night. I want you so much." I sighed, and pressed my hands to his chest. I wanted him too. My own voice trembling, I said, "Okay. Just this once. Then it'll be out of our systems, and we can go back to our normal lives. Agreed?" We kissed tenderly, then I took his hand and led him upstairs to my bedroom - mine and George's. We stood facing each other for a moment, then began unbuttoning each other's shirts. Steve's chest and belly were well toned and matted in soft black hair. As my shirt slipped off my shoulders he reached around me, expertly unclipped my bra, and eased it down my arms and off. He gazed at my chest for a moment. My tummy did a triple somersault as he whispered, "God, your breasts are beautiful." He placed a hand beneath one and lifted it to his lips. As he kissed my big brown nipple, rolling his lips around it, I felt as though my legs would give way. He gently lowered my boob again and knelt before me, undoing the belt of my slacks. As he eased them down my legs he pressed his lips to my belly, just below my navel. My legs really did fail then, and I dropped on my bum back onto the bed. Steve's eyes never left mine as he slipped of his remaining clothes. Then he sat beside me and eased me back onto the bed as we kissed. Steve slipped his lips onto my throat, then down again. He caressed one breast with his lips and tongue, the other with his long fingers. I felt sick with passion; I could never remember having been so aroused. With his spare hand he tugged at my panties, and I lifted my backside to allow him to slip them down, then I kicked them off. We pressed our bodies against each other briefly, naked together for the first time. At that moment I felt not the slightest trace of guilt or shame. It all felt so natural, so right. Steve continued to fondle my breasts while I stroked his cock. It was just as long as my husband's, but not quite as thick: a big tower in a sea of downy black hair. After a couple of minutes he placed his hands inside my thighs and eased them apart, then moved between them. My breath was ragged as I anticipated him inside me again. He took me by surprise, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. As he pressed his cock between my labia he slid upwards, lifting my legs, giving him full access to me. That time the sex wasn't just great, it was truly divine. He teased me, varying the length and power of his strokes, driving me up the wall with passion. As I felt myself approaching orgasm I let go completely, groaning, "Come on you big fucker, shag me good and hard." He responded, beginning to pound into me, doubling my legs over until my back ached and my knees nearly brushed against my boobs, his balls swinging against my perineum with each long, smooth stroke. When I came I screamed and gushed gallons, soaking my thighs, Steve's thighs and the bed. I don't think I'd ever had such a powerful climax up to that point. As we slowly recovered our breath I said, "That's it Steve. We can't do that again. It's not fair to George or Sharon." He nodded agreement, the got up to go to the loo. When he came back he stood in the doorway, his lovely cock still semi-erect, gazing at my body sprawled on the damp duvet. I started to double it over to cover myself, but Steve stopped me. I felt embarrassed, and muttered, "Why do you want to look at my fat old body?" He smiled, and kissed me on each eyelid. "You're not fat, and you're not old. You've got a truly beautiful body. I love looking at it, it's part of who you are." He lay beside me and we began kissing again. I really did mean to stop him, but when he began caressing my breast with one hand, then wrapped my fingers around his shaft with his other hand...The second time he took me from behind. I hadn't done it that way in years, and Steve's cock felt wonderful, pumping me slowly and steadily, his hairy thighs tickling my bum cheeks. As he fucked me he tickled his fingers into the bottom of my slit, stroking my labia and my inner flesh, whispering what a lovely bum I've got. We both came at more or less the same time, and I slumped onto the bed, Steve on top of me, reaching under me to cup my boobs in his hands. As we dressed I still didn't feel any real guilt, but I resolved that it really wasn't going to happen again. We had a long kiss at the front door, and Steve groped my bum, but I told him, "That's it over Steve; really. For good. For everyone's sake." He nodded again and stepped onto the path to our gate. Then he stopped and turned. "I'm not sure Sharon and I have got a future together though. I don't think I could stand being near you all the time, knowing I can't have you." With that he walked away. I felt a moment of deep sympathy for my daughter; but I was also relieved: I didn't think I could stand that, either. Her Daughter's Boyfriend When Sharon 'phoned a few days later I half-expected her to be in tears over the break-up of her relationship. I was surprised, therefore, when she announced that she and Steve would be round on Sunday for tea. When they arrived Steve seemed his normal cheery self, but I just couldn't look at him without my face flushing and my pussy throbbing. After about half an hour I found an excuse to go to the kitchen to try and calm my nerves, but Sharon followed me for one of her daughter-mother chats. She looked at me strangely, and said, "Mum, has Steve said something to you?" Praying that my face wasn't giving me away, I asked what she meant. She shrugged. "Usually you're all over him when we come round. Today you're completely ignoring him. I wondered if he'd done something to upset you." I assured her he hadn't. For the next hour or two I tried to be my normal self, but the effort was tearing me apart. When I took the plates and cutlery from tea into the kitchen to wash I felt hot and flushed, and opened the window. Within moments I heard a movement behind me; I didn't even need to glance round to know who it was. I felt Steve press into my back, and his arms slipped around my waist. "I'm sorry Jill, I know I shouldn't be here, but I couldn't stay away. I tried to put you out of my mind but I just can't." As he kissed my neck I sighed, and let my head fall back. His mouth moved onto my throat, his hands slipped under my jumper and caressed my midriff. "I know Steve darling, I feel the same way." We leapt apart as we heard Sharon approaching, and Steve grabbed a tea towel and started chatting about an art exhibition he'd seen, exactly as if the conversation had been going on for minutes. The following day, Monday, Steve met me out of work, and drove me to his flat. I could tell it was tastefully and expensively furnished, but we didn't wait for me to have an inspection tour. He took my hand and led me straight to his bedroom. We quickly undressed each other, pausing only to kiss, caress, lick and hold. Steve laid me on the bed and we made passionate love, my arms around his neck and my legs wrapped tight around his waist as he drove into me. He lasted longer than ever before with me, and I came over and over before he finally released his love into me. After we'd recovered our breath I slid down Steve's body, cupping a hand round his balls and taking his cock into my mouth. That was something I rarely did for George, and it hadn't been my favourite activity, but with Steve it was different. As my tongue traced every contour of his rod, and I slid my lips back and forth along him, I felt incredibly relaxed and happy, burning with desire to please him. He moaned in time with my tongue, and when he came I swirled his nectar around my mouth, feeling it even tasted nicer than George's. Afterwards, I lay with my head on his chest, his hands resting comfortably around my breasts. I smiled up at him. "Why do you want me sweetheart? I mean, you're so lovely, you could get any young girl with just one look." He smiled, and released one of my boobs to stroke my hair. "I didn't make a conscious decision to fall in love with you Jill. It just happened. It wasn't at the concert, or even that day we had coffee. It was before that. I came to your house, over and over, and saw this beautiful, funny, intelligent, in-charge lady, and felt things I'd never felt before about any woman. Sorry if that sounds corny, but...I don't really understand it myself, I just know I can't bear not to be with you." By the time he finished I could feel big tears trailing down my cheeks. It was almost eight o'clock when I left Steve's place. In the taxi home I thought about him, about us. It wasn't just the sex that attracted me, although that was incredible. It wasn't just his looks, or his sweet personality. We had so much in common. I was still very fond of George, of course I was; but we didn't really do anything together, apart from have it away once a week, regular as clockwork. He had his interests, I had mine, and they'd grown farther apart as the years had gone on. Being together was simply a habit we hadn't broken. Steve shared my joy in great music. He enjoyed eating out, cinema and theatre, as I used to. He'd visited all kinds of cities – Paris, Vienna, Rome, New York: places I longed to see. He didn't have to plan it all months in advance; he'd just wake up on a Friday, make a decision, and that evening he'd be jetting off for the weekend. God, how I envied that. It was all I could do to rouse George to agree to a week in the Canaries every year, otherwise it was a caravan in Southend. When I got home, and called hello to my husband, Sharon made me jump by bursting out of the kitchen. She snapped, "Where the hell have you been until this time?" I gave her a cold stare and replied that, if it was any business of hers, one of the girls in the office had announced her engagement and we'd gone for a few drinks. Sharon gave me a sceptical look, then said quietly, "We need to talk. In private." Then she stalked back into the kitchen, expecting me to follow her. I took my time hanging up my coat and saying hello properly to George. I was damned if my stroppy cow of a daughter was going to treat me like that. When I finally walked into the kitchen she was sat at the table, her hands clasped before her. Without looking at me, she asked, "What's going on Mum?" I could feel my face burning, but I told her I had no idea what she meant. She looked at me, and I could see she'd been crying. "I mean with you and Steve. I saw you. Yesterday. You were both in the kitchen, and he had his arms around you." She snorted a humourless laugh. "Christ, he was virtually fucking you at the sink. He hasn't so much as touched me in ages. How long have you been screwing him?" I stared open-mouthed at her, then desperately began, "Sharon, you're wrong, you didn't see what you think..." "For fuck's sake mother, I'm not a complete fucking moron." She didn't shout, but the vehemence of her voice stopped me cold. Trying hard not to burst into tears, like a naughty child caught with her hand in the biscuit jar, I slumped into a chair opposite her, and sighed hugely. "It started a couple of weeks ago. I'm sorry love, neither of us meant to..." "Jesus Christ!" This time she didn't just shout, she screamed. "You disgusting fucking old bag. How could you? Fucking hell, what's he want a dried up old cow like you for?" I reached out to take her hand, but she leapt to her feet, knocking the chair to the floor with a crash. She wailed "Don't touch me", and, sobbing, tore the door into the garden open and fled. A moment later I heard the side gate to the street slam shut. I sat staring at my hands, numb with shock. George wandered into the kitchen and, taking his pipe out of his mouth, asked, "What's wrong with our Sharon?" Fighting my emotions, I managed to sound reasonably calm as I said she was just a bit upset about something, and it was a bad time in the month for her. That last reference was enough to send George scuttling for cover. I went up to my bedroom and called Steve. He was delighted to hear from me, but I interrupted him. "Sharon knows. Oh Steve, she saw us yesterday, and tonight I told her." His reaction momentarily stunned me. "Good. Has she told your husband? Well, she will." Oh I knew she would, of that there wasn't a doubt in the world. Steve was still talking. "Then we can be together properly, just like we want to. Jill, it had to happen sooner or later: it's just our good fortune that it's happened sooner." When I hung up I felt faint. Everything had happened so very quickly. I hadn't given a single thought to where my relationship with Steve would go, if anywhere, I'd just been living for every moment with him. Now I would have to confront it. But lying awake in bed that night, my subconscious contradicted me. It had already decided where it wanted to take me, and it agreed with my lover: sooner rather than later. I was on tenterhooks all the next day at work, wondering if Sharon had contacted George. That evening I told him, before she had a chance to. I did it as gently as I could, telling him I would always love him, but that I wasn't in love with him. Telling him what I felt for Steve, how he made me feel. George said nothing for fully two minutes, just sat and stared into the electric fire. I was on the verge of begging him to say something to me, anything, when he sat back with a sigh and stared at the ceiling. "I knew there was something up. We've known each other too long for me not to. I still love you, but you've made your decision, and I respect it. I'm gonna miss you darlin'." He quietly rose from his chair, rested his hand on my head for a moment, then went up to bed. I slept in the spare room, crying for half the night. The next day I 'phoned Steve, then 'phoned in sick. I waited until George left for work, then packed a suitcase and called a taxi. Twenty minutes later Steve was carrying my bag up the stairs of his apartment - our apartment. When he put his arms around me and kissed my lips, I asked him nervously, "Steve, you don't regret this, do you?" He gave me a smile like a summer sunrise, and told me he was happier than he'd ever been before. We made tender love, Steve caressing my vagina with his cock rather than us pounding at each other, as we usually did. Then, exhausted from the emotions of the previous couple of days, I slept. I awoke to the feel of Steve's teeth gently grazing my nipple. He dropped to the foot of the bed and sucked my toes, each in turn. He licked and kissed his way up my legs, then it felt as if the top of my head would come off as, for the first time in my life, I experienced a tongue entering my pussy. He serviced me for at least an hour, and I squirmed and shook to orgasm after orgasm on his beautiful tongue and his sweet fingers. George and I stayed friends, but we don't really see each other anymore. I heard he'd taken up with a lady he's known for years through the football supporter's club, so that's nice. I doubt that Sharon will ever speak to me again. I find that terribly sad: any mother would. But we only have one shot at life, and I have no regrets about taking the chance fate offered me. Steve and I have been together a year now, and he seems more affectionate every day. My divorce was finalised last week, and the same day Steve asked me to marry him. We both cried as we made love after that. Her Daughter's Debut Suzie slowly pulled the robe aside, fully revealing her right breast. Her nipple was at attention. It was her eighteenth birthday. Her mother was in the outer room. Mom had signed Suzie up for some modeling pictures a few months before. Unable to sign with the better known studios, Mom had settled for "Starlights Career Modeling." Ted had promised to make her baby-girl a star. Suzie had her portfolio made at Starlights. It was full of both indoor and outdoor pics in various outfits. Suzie looked darling, her hair and makeup perfect, and the lighting effects made her look like a dream. Mom had footed the bill for the portfolio, knowing that soon her daughter would be making big bucks. Ted had absolute confidence that Suzie would make it big. Ted had asked mom to wait outside for this shoot. Mom knew now that Suzie was eighteen, the pics would be more revealing. But it had to be done. Suzie had to make it. She was going to be a star. Mom smiled at the thought. The photographer had Suzie slide the robe back and rest on her elbows, her breasts pushed out. Both nipples were now at full attention. Her creamy skin was beginning to get flushed. Her perky 34C breasts were every man's dream. She was now naked except for her lacy white panties. The outline of her sex was clear through her panties. The photographer made sure he got a closeup. Suzie moved at the photographers request, posing as he wished. Suzie was instructed to "seduce with every shot". She turned on her elbows and knees, her ass up in the air. She teased the camera, pulling at her panties, revealing more with each shot. Finally, with her back to the camera, she pulled her panties down to her knees, revealing her perfectly round firm globes. On request, Suzie bent over, her head lay on the plush white sheet. The photographer snapped away, her pussy and ass were on perfect display. Ted walked over and caressed Suzie. He moved his hand down her back to her ass and allowed it to rest there. "What are you doing?" Suzie asked. "Enjoying you," Ted replied as he undid his pants and dropped them to his knees. He reached for Suzie's hand and put it on his growing monster. "But, my mom..." "She's outside." "But..." "She knows." "I've never." "Always a first time for everything." "I can't. I shouldn't," Suzie pleaded. "Do you want to be a star?" "Yes." Her mother wanted it so badly, she couldn't disappoint. Ted moved Suzie's hand, still on his dick, closer to her mouth. "Open up." Suzie hesitated. "First time for this too?" Suzie nodded "yes". "I'll take it easy. Now open up sweetie." Ted took Suzie's hand from his dick and placed it on his naked ass. He pushed his dick into her mouth and stroked her honey-blonde perfectly fixed hair. "Make it wet and suck on it. That's it, you were born to do this. Now take it out and lick it down to my balls. Put it back in and see how far you can get it down. Look me in my eyes as you suck. You are going to be a big star!" Suzie tried her best to please Ted. She sucked on his dick and it got a lot bigger and became extremely hard. She looked him in the eyes as had told her. Although she had trouble getting much of it down her throat, she tried. Just as Suzie began to taste some of his juices, Ted pulled out of her mouth. "Spread you legs. Farther apart. Lay back." Ted moved between Suzie's legs. He admired her pussy, so small, so white and creamy with just a little light blonde "peach fuzz" around it. Ted licked, tongued, and fingered Suzie's sweet tasting tight virgin pussy. He then moved his hard dick to its entrance. "Hold your pussy lips open with both hands," Ted instructed Suzie. As she did, he began to push his engorged dick into her. Suzie's hands fell to the bed as Ted reached under her shoulders and pulled her into his pounding dick. Suzie cried out a little and tears ran from her eyes as he broke her "cherry." Ted continued to push as he penetrated Suzie ball deep. He had a good cock, average in circumference and seven and a half inches long. He knew, however, that she would be given even bigger ones soon. Ted had Suzie move her legs over his as he continued to fuck her. The intensity of the fuck increased as Ted pounded the former virgin hard and fast. "Smile, this is your first big moment," Ted announced as he emptied his balls into Suzie's warm tight pussy. She held her arms flat on the sheet, her legs pulling them together as Ted shot his cum inside her. Suzie had totally forgotten about the photographer, but as she focused, she saw that there were now two. One was taking still shots, and the other video. As Ted pulled out of her pussy, closeups were taken of the cum as it ran out. Suzie was instructed to try to push it out and hold her pussy lips open wide. Cum ran from her pussy down her thighs. The cameras got it all. Ted moved his semi-erect dick back to Suzie's mouth. He had her suck it until the last of all the juices ran out. He then stuck two of his fingers in her pussy, gathering as much cum as he could. Ted brought his fingers to her mouth. As Suzie sucked the cum off of his fingers, Ted remarked, "That's a good little cum whore. Let's see if we can't get you some more." Ted had her turn over with her ass up and head down again. The photographer handed him a jar of baby oil. Ted poured some on her asshole and began to finger her ass. Suzie began to protest. Ted said to her, "Now be a good girl and take it like the other whores do." Suzie did her best not to cry. Ted had worked two fingers into her ass with the help of the baby oil when he began to oil up his dick. As he put the tip of his dick against her asshole, Suzie grimaced. "I'm going to take two cherries from the same girl tonight!" Ted announced. He took his time and slowly with in and out penetrations, he allowed Suzie's ass to adjust to the girth of his dick. Ted picked up the pace and began to fuck her ass intensely as he held on to her tits. One of the camera men unzipped his pants and stuck his dick to Suzie's mouth. "You better suck it if you know what's good for you," Ted told her. Suzie did her best to suck the man's dick as Ted pounded her ass. Ted grabbed her hair and held her head up so she would take the camera man's dick deeper into her mouth. "I'm about to blow!" the camera man said. Ted stopped his thrusts into Suzie's ass as he told her, "Hold your lips tight and hold his cum in your mouth, bitch." "Aaaah," the camera man said as he dumped his cum into Suzie's pretty warm mouth. "Open your mouth and show us," Ted said. Suzie held her mouth open wide as the other camera man took video and still shots of the cum in her mouth. "Now close your mouth and swallow it," Ted told her. Suzie balked at the thought, so Ted held her mouth closed as the camera man pinched her nose. She gulped as she swallowed his cum. "You want some of this?" Ted asked the other camera man. Ted pulled out of Suzie's ass and took the camera as the other man dropped his pants and pushed his dick toward her mouth. Ted slapped Suzie's ass, leaving a red hand mark. "Better suck him like I taught you," he told her as he had her get on her knees. "You can have her cunt and her ass too, but be sure to cum in her ass. It'll make a great shot." Ted told the cameramen. The two camera men explored her every hole as Ted filmed. When the second camera man shot his cum in Suzie's ass, Ted had her push it out as before and then had the men finger her and feed her the cum. She then cleaned the men's cocks by licking and sucking. "Ass to mouth, that's what I like to see from my new whore," Ted announced. "Let me go get your mother, she will be so proud," Ted said as he left. The makeup lady came in and refreshed Suzie's makeup and hair. She gave her a warm wash wrag to wipe off with and had Suzie wear the red CFM heels her mother had bought her to wear to the photo shoot. She then had Suzie put on the black silk robe she had worn at the start of the photo shoot. The robe came almost to the bottom of Suzie's ass and had a sash tie. Ted talked with Janice, Suzie's mother. "She did great!" he said. "Suzie is a natural. I already have an offer for her services and if she signs, she will make more money than the two of you will know what to do with." "That's fabulous!" Janice replied. Everything had worked out so well, she could hardly believe it. She embraced Ted, she was so elated. Ted in turn, embraced Janice and kissed her. "Sorry," he said. "I am just so happy for you." "That's OK," Janice replied. "It was nice." Ted was a handsome man and she was flattered. "Just one thing," Ted said. "I need both Suzie and you to sign contracts." "Both of us?" Janice asked. "Yes, I'm sure we can use both of you. In fact, we could do a photo shoot with you tonight," Ted responded. "Tonight! Everything is going so fast," Janice replied. "I really need both photo shoots and contracts tonight or the deal will fall through," Ted told her. Janice thought for a moment. "OK, I guess it's now or never," she said with glee. Ted had the contracts brought out and Janice couldn't wait to sign. Suzie then walked out. Her mother thought, "She's so georgeous! And she has made it! I'm so happy for her." Janice noticed that her daughter wasn't wearing anything under the robe. "That's alright," Janice thought. "She's an adult now and a little nudity won't hurt. She has such a beautiful body." "Honey, we have a contract. You are going to be rich!" Janice said as she hugged Suzie. "I'm so proud of you!" "You really want me to sign the contract?" Suzie asked her mother. " Are you sure?" "Of course!" Janice responded. "It's wonderful. Here, hurry and sign it before we lose the deal!" Janice was so anxious to see her daughter be a star. Suzie signed the contract and Janice was taken to makeup. As Janice was having her hair and makeup done, Suzie was shown the video of her "photo shoot." She could hardly believe the girl in the video was her. As she was about to watch the part where the camera man shot his cum in her mouth, Ted came to get her. Her mother was ready. Janice looked great! They had done a wonderful job on her hair and makeup, even giving her some body makeup. She was dressed in a black silk robe, just like Suzie's. She had black heels and black lace panties, no bra. Suzie and Janice were taken into a large photo shoot room. Several men and women had gathered there. Ted introduced them. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you our newest star, Suzie Stephens, and her mother Janice who will also be joining our family!" They all applauded and warmly welcomed Suzie and Janice. Ted continued, "I hate to break up this meeting, but we have to get Janice back to her first photo shoot. Enjoy getting to know Suzie, and remember, the cameras are always on!" Janice sat on the stool and turned to face the camera as she was instructed. She was showing a lot of cleavage but she didn't mind. When the photographer had her unite the robe she knew her breasts were in view. She looked to Ted who was smiling in approval. Janice smiled back, holding the robe open for the camera. Knowing that the three men were watching her every move excited her. Her nipples were hard as a rock and at full attention. When she moved to the bed Ted took the robe, lightly caressing her breast when Janice handed it to him. When she was asked to hold her "tits" in her hands and squeeze them, she did. "Aren't these shots a little risky?" she asked. "Not at all," Ted replied. "We need you to do as we ask or both contracts will be void. Don't worry, I think you will like it." He winked at her, she smiled and continued posing. Soon Janice was totally naked and spreading her legs, holding her pussy open. The cameras filmed it all. She was so wet when Ted stuck his cock into her, she gasped when he began to thrust. Janice was obviously drunk with the excitement. Ted pulled out and one of the cameraman took his place. The three men played tag team with Janice, using her pussy, ass, and mouth in that order. When one of the women came in and began sucking on her tits, Janice just went with the flow. When the cameraman pulled out of Janice's pussy, the woman, a tall redhead with huge tits, went down on her. She was so accomplished that within a very few minutes, she had Janice cumming harder than she ever had. In the next room Suzie was laying on her back on a bed as a large muscled black man was nailing her good. A line stretched behind him of both men and women. This welcoming committee would all have Suzie and Janice before the night would be over. Janice had barely subsided from the best climax she had ever had when the men blindfolded her. The woman took her by the hand saying, "It's my turn now." As Janice was lead to the other room, the black man had just emptied his huge load into Suzie's fertile womb. Janice was brought to the front of the line. Still blindfolded, she was told to kneel and begin to lick and eat out the woman before her. Her head was pushed into the woman's pussy. There was certainly a lot of juices, but Janice was determined to give the woman as good of a climax as she had given her. The woman moved from sitting on Suzie's face just long enough for Suzie to see that it was her mother who was going down on her. Suzie started to protest, but the woman quickly sat back down on her face. The woman's juices flowed into Suzie's mouth. As a man stuck his dick into Suzie's empty mouth, the woman spoke into her ear, "Your mother planned this for you. Janice is a good pussy licker. She is a real whore and she wants you to be the best whore you can be. Cum for us as your mother eats you. It feels so good doesn't it? Come on, cum for us." The woman fingered Suzie's clit the whole time her mother was eating her. Soon Suzie came hard, her juices flowing into her mother's mouth. The studio actors all fucked Suzie and Janice as a "welcome to the stable" function. Most of the men dumped their cum in Suzie's pussy. It ran out onto the bed where she was lying. Around 2:00 am Ted managed to get them in the car as he drove them home and got them into their beds. Janice's husband, Suzie's father was due to be back in the afternoon. Ted hoped they would be awake by then. Part 2 cumming... Her Daughter's Friend Angela Gordon didn't feel comfortable around her 18-year-old daughter's new friends. They were of a rough type that she had always avoided. Jackie had met them at the factory where she worked. Two of them, Bobbie and Sheila, were downstairs now, watching television with Jackie. Angela had excused herself and gone to bed. She had read for a while and was about to turn off her light when her bedroom door opened. Bobbie stood there. "Can I help you, Bobbie?" She came over and sat on the bed. "Sure can, Mrs. Gordon. Sheila and Jackie have gone to bed, leaving me alone. I thought I'd join you. " "I was about to sign off. " "Let me see if I can change your mind. " She leaned down and tried to kiss her. Angela turned her head away. "Quit it, Bobbie. " Bobbie grasped her chin, holding her head still, and pressed her mouth against Angela's. Angela struggled. "This won't do. Be good Mrs. Gordon. " With a sudden push she shoved Bobbie away and leaped from the bed. Bobbie caught her by the door, grabbing her gown. It ripped and came off in Bobbie's hand. It was all she was wearing. Bobbie caught her by the wrist and twisted it behind her back. Bobbie walked her back to the bed. Still holding her arm, she reached around and grabbed one of Angela's breasts. She dug her fingers into the soft flesh. Angela squealed. "You gonna behave, Mrs. Gordon?" "Bobbie,please... don't. " Bobbie applied more pressure. "All right, all right... I give. " Bobbie released her and led her over to the chair by her dressing table. She sat down and pulled Angela onto her lap. She sat nude on the younger woman's knees. She was very embarrassed and hoped that no one came in and saw them. Bobbie made her put an arm around her neck. "Let's see what we have here. " She felt one of Angela's breasts then the other, flicking the nipples into aroused erection. "Not bad for an old broad like you. " Bobbie placed a hand on Angela's knee and moved it up her inner thigh. Angela resisted, but Bobbie glared at her and she spread her legs. Angela always showered first thing in the morning and she knew that she had an odor now. Bobbie ran a finger up and down her slit, spreading her lips, toying with her clitoris, then entering her vagina. "A little hint of fish smell, but not bad. How does this feel to you, honey?" Angela said nothing. "Well?" Actually it felt very good. She hadn't been touched like this for a long time and never by another woman. She was aroused and she could feel herself getting wet. "It feels okay. " "Sheila's in the other room, fuckin your darlin daughter, and I've got you. If you'll relax and do what you're told, you'll get a lot of pleasure out of what I'm going to do to you. If not, I'll do it anyway You'd probably get off on that anyway. It's up to you. Where do you keep your vibrator?" Angela blushed. Her toys were in the top drawer of the night stand next to the bed. Bobbie would find them easily. She told her. "Lay down on your back on the bed, raise your knees and spread them. " What can I do? This woman is so much stronger than me. She might hurt me badly. Please, please, let me control myself. She did as she was told. "Here it is, and a dildo too... a big one! You naughty girl!" Bobby turned the vibrator on, used it on Angela's nipples, then applied it to her crotch. Angela's head tossed. She groaned. She was near orgasm. Bobbie inserted the vibrator into her now dripping vagina. She climaxed violently. Her legs trembled. Her hands came up and kneaded her breasts. Bobby gave a little laugh. "You like that don't you, sweetie? You smell so good. I have to taste you. " She removed the vibrator and replaced it with her tongue. Angela had two more orgasms before Bobbie quit. " "I told you you'd have fun. You can lower your legs. Get up on your hands and knees. Now lower your tits to the bed, knees apart... What a view!" She took the dildo and inserted it in Angela's vagina. It slid in easily. She pumped it in and out while she toyed with Angela's asshole. Angela heard the vibrator come on then felt it against her asshole. Her sphincter spasmed. The vibrator was wet with her juices and it entered painlessly. Angela had never done this to herself. This was a new experience. Her nervous system went wild. She came, again and again... loudly. After what seemed an eternity of sensual ecstasy, Bobbie stopped. She gave Angela a smack on the ass and laughed again. "Okay my turn. Relax while I get more comfortable. " Angela rolled over onto her back and watched Bobbie strip. She had almost no tits, broad well-muscled shoulders and narrow hips. Angela looked at her hairless crotch. She was a woman there, anyway. Bobbie climbed on the bed and began kissing Angela. Their open mouths mashed together. Their tongues dueled. Angela could feel Bobbie's saliva draining into her mouth. Bobbie straddled Angela's head. Her cunt was by Angela's mouth. It was clean, almost no odor. Angela began to lick. She had learned from Bobbie and she tried hard to please her. "You. Baby you are a natural muff diver. " Bobbie came several times. "Now my asshole. " Angela got out a muffled "no", but she complied. Angela was finding it very exciting to be degraded like this. Later Bobbie held her, nuzzling her ear. "You little ass licker, you did good... real good. Sheila can have Jackie. I'll take you any day. " Angela felt a strange pride. If you liked this story, please vote for it.