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Jillian

By: Bruno1027



I had always remembered Jillian as the giggling, dark haired girl that came over to play with my youngest sister. She was a sweet child and very polite. I remember that when she laughed she covered her mouth so no one could see her braces. Her hand over her mouth made her appear that much younger. When I was graduating high school she was in junior high. She was growing fast and learning about boys. Listening to her and my sister whisper during sleepovers, I overheard her talk about me several times. Between her and my sister it was hard to keep with the conversation between all their giggling and shushing. 

Though she tried to be subtle, Jillian let me know of her feelings. As we got older she'd ask me about my girlfriend, if I was going to take her to the prom, even what it was like to kiss. She even asked me for advice on the subject, which I casually deflected by calling attention to the new sweater she bought. I wasn't attracted to her; a growth spurt had left her too tall and gawky while she faced a severe case of early childhood acne. When I came home and heard her voice in the living room I silently crept up the stairs as to not arouse her attention.

When I graduated I left for Boston on a scholarship. Sometimes I'd receive letters from my sister that detailed stories of her dates, cheerleading and the advanced classes she was taking at school. Once in a while she'd mention Jillian and how she always talked about me. She suffered a string of miserable boyfriends and horrible breakups that seemed to worsen with each letter. She began writing me herself and always mentioned coming to see me and spending the weekend together. That never happened but every year I'd get a homemade card for my birthday, along with her effusive feminine script at the bottom. 

When she graduated she was accepted and began classes at Emmanuel, a woman's college in town. I was already working, and though I had many friends, I began to hear from Jillian more and more. Eventually we planned a dinner together and, since she was new in town, I selected Isabella's, an upscale French restaurant. When I suggested it she squealed with delight.

I met her in her dorm. Waiting in the vestibule, I had the chance to view many of her fellow dorm mates; fresh young girls sprayed with perfume and made up for a night at the nightclubs, most likely picking up boys. She surprised me, coming out of the elevator behind me rather than the main staircase I was facing. Her scent hit me before anything else. It was the warm, inviting scent of lilac and youth. I turned and almost jumped back. 

The girl before me, while unmistakably the Jillian I remember pouring over teen magazines with my sister in her bedroom, had changed beyond anything I imagined. She had grown at least a foot taller and now reached my chin. Her hair was long, blonde and held tightly in a French braid. Though her breasts, small and round, still revealed the girl that had a lot of growing up to do, her hips and legs foretold the woman she would be. She had obviously kept in shape, with firm, toned legs peeking through the split in her black evening gown. An understanding string of pearls and jade earrings finished her looking. She flashed a wide green I recognized immediately.

"Ready to go?"

Over dinner I learned Jillian had turned the girl I remembered into the mature, intelligent, vivacious woman across the table from me. We talked at length about her new interest, classical studies, and her new life as a college freshman in a city so far away from home. She shrugged modestly at this, expressing that she never felt enlivened by the small town where we grew up. It had always been her dream, she said, to explore the world and learn everything she can about it.

I could see a newfound direction in her eyes I'd never noticed before. She seemed to be almost a completely different person. I had to remind myself it had been quite some time since we last saw each other. We didn't stop talking throughout dinner. I was able to catch up on the last few years we spent apart and found her newly refined sense of humor was enough to make me laugh several times. Afterwards we walked together on the beach. Fall was coming and the crisp air had driven all stragglers from the beach. Her heels unable to support her on the sand, she removed them and went barefoot. She seemed much smaller as we held hands together.

We lost track of time and when I next looked, the moon had risen to the center of the sky and the lights in the windows of the nearby houses had all been shut off. Looking at my watch I saw it was long past midnight. It was Friday night so I was unconcerned about an early morning but this was hardly the typical first date for me. 

I took her home and prepared the couch for her. I'm sure, had she been awake enough to realize it, she would insist on sharing my bed but I felt more protective towards her than anything and knew she would be just as safe wrapped in my blankets on the couch. Already half asleep, I laid her down to rest on the couch. As I crept away I could hear her steady breathing of sleep. 

The next morning I awoke and, after showering and dressing, went to help her home. She was still fast asleep, however, and had kicked all but the smallest blanket onto the floor. Her dress had ridden up and, in the position she rested in, I could see the smooth expanse of her inner thighs. She looked like a seductress, legs spread wide for her lover, but the faded rouge of her cheeks made her appear more like the inexperienced nymphet she was. The vision drew both lust and tenderness in equal measure from me. 

Sitting on the arm of the couch, I tried to rouse her but she only groaned and rolled over, as if irritated. I whispered her name and repeated it more loudly but still she slept. I moved to sit next to her and took her chin in the palm of my hand and gently shook. Finally her eyes opened and she mumbled her displeasure.

"I've got to go, I've got work soon," I pleaded. 

She closed her eyes and did her best to ignore me. I took her shoulder and shook harder. "Jillian, you need to get up now. Don't you have class today?

Sighing, she said she didn't, then hesitated and admitted that she did. "But it's been so long since I've had such a good sleep, please let me rest just a little bit longer."

With that she dropped back onto the pillow and shut her eyes. Not able to resist her in moments like this, and knowing that she does need a good night's rest, I allowed her a few minutes respite but, as I had to leave immediately, she had to get up soon and get to class. 

I kissed her on the forehead, something that surprised her both and made my way out the door.

The day was long and tiring and I was looking forward to coming home, putting my feet up and relaxing before dinner. Imagine how surprised I was then to find Jillian, curled up on the couch, the blankets from the previous night laid out on the floor and the remains of my snack food; cans of soda, boxes of cracker and the remnants of cookies on top of the blanket. Jillian was clutching her knees to her chest, casually watching television.

I gaped at the mess of my living room. "Jillian, what happened? You didn't go to class? What's going on here?"

She straightened up immediately, surprised by my sudden entrance. "I didn't expect you home so early." She looked out to the middle of the floor, "I was going to make you a picnic dinner but I ended up making a snack for myself and taking a nap instead. I'm sorry." She jumped up, grabbed my hand and said, "Come on, give me a second to get dressed and we'll go out and have a great meal together!"

I pulled her hand off me. She was a sweet girl but I wasn't in the mood. All I wanted right now was a place to sit and some quiet. "I told you you had to get up and go to class. You told me you would. Didn't you?"

She nodded quietly.

"But you didn't and I trusted you. If I'd have known you were going to spend the entire day lounging in my house and ransacking the kitchen I'd have made more of an effort to get you up but, silly me, thought you were mature enough to fulfill the few responsibilities you have." I found myself reverting to the past. I was the older brother, watching over his sister and her friend while she was the troublesome girl she had been as a youngster. 

I was comfortable with the familiarity of scolding her and remembered how often it had come to this when she was growing up. It seems, despite the years and the changes between us, that very few things really change. 

I noticed she was dressed only in one of my t shirts. It draped over her and gave the appearance of a baggy dress. It ended just above her knees, showing her calves and bare feet. 

"Why are you wearing my shirt? Where's your dress?"

She stammered, obviously thrown off by my tone. "I...I didn't have anything to wear after my shower so I borrowed one of your shirts. I used to do that when I spent the weekends over at your house, remember?"

I could only rub my forehead as I took in the events. I cared for her, that was beyond a doubt, but I didn't like the idea of her skipping classes and lounging around making a mess when she should be studying. I didn't want to make this a habit. She was looking at her feet, obviously upset about what she'd done. I knew it was up to me to change things. I didn't want things between us to go bad but I knew Jillian, have known her since she was a little girl and I know she's always needed guidance in her life or she goes astray. I care too much for her to let that happen. 

We stood there silently, both contemplating the situation. Her eyes never left the floor as I sized her up. In my oversized shirt she looked more like the child I remembered than woman. I knew what had to be done and I know she felt it to. It was up to me to make it known.

"Do you remember what happened that summer you visited us at the lake?" 

She looked up, her eyes widening.

"That night my parents went out and left you in charge? What happened?"

She struggled to speak, she was afraid but I waited for her to answer what I know she was thinking.

"We went swimming."

"Who went swimming?

"Me and Trina...Trina and me."

"That's right. Your sister and I went swimming. Why was I so upset about this?"

"Because you told us not to. It was too late."

"And what else?" I raised my voice, growing bored of the game she was playing.

"We went skinny dipping. We weren't supposed to. We knew that and we knew it was too late to swim but we did it anyway."

"What happened then?"

Her face instantly went scarlet. "Please Lee..."

I repeated the question. 

In a slight voice she whispered; "You spanked us."

"That's right, Jillian, I spanked you. And it really made a difference didn't it? For the rest of the week you two were nothing but perfect angels. Mom and dad wondered why but we kept it our own little secret, didn't we? But we both know how to get you to listen now. If a spanking is the only thing that will get you to follow directions then I guess you haven't been spanked enough lately." I grabbed her hand and she tugged away.

"Please Lee, I'm a big girl. You can't do this...it's not right!"

I looked her deep in the eyes. I knew her and could see nervousness, the same nervousness I saw that night at the lake when I first took her over my knee and every time after that. She held up the front of a mature, respectful woman but knew beneath it was a girl that needed and, yes, still feared the heavy hand of one that cared for her on her bared bottom. 

I responded; "You've already shown you're not nearly the grown up you'd like to think you are. I'm sure a good spanking will do wonders for you, maybe it will let you remember what it was like to be punished for doing wrong, and help you to behave in the future. That's what it did back then and, if I'm right, it will do the same for you now."

I took her hand and led her to my bedroom; she followed with only the slightest fight left in her. What was indignation at being spanked had since disappeared. What remained was the healthy fear every child experiences the moment before going over a lap. 

I sat down, angling her between my legs so we faced each other and spoke. 

"Jillian, you know I care for you very much. You're the sweet little girl that always laughed at my jokes and followed me around like a shadow whenever I went anywhere. I'll always hold you close in my heart. That's why it upsets me when I know you're not living up to the person you can be. You're such a bright, loving girl, that is pains me to see you squander yourself this way." I held both her hands in my palms. "That is why this has to happen. You're going to go over my knee and I'm going to bare your bottom. The spanking I will give you will be hard and long and won't be easy for both of us. Before it is over you'll be crying and begging me to stop but you know I cannot until you've learned your lesson. While this happens, I want you to think why I'm doing this and how you can avoid this from happening in the future. I want you to think how you can be a better girl and become the woman I know you can be."

When I finished I hugged her. She smelled of fresh peaches and her hair was silk against my skin. As she stood I noticed a single tear making its way down her cheek.

My hand on her thigh directed her and, without only a slight hesitation, she solemnly laid across my knees. I placed my hand on the center of her bottom and repeated what she already knew- I was doing this for her own good, that she was a good girl and this will help her to be better- all things she'd heard countless times as a child. I then lifted the tail of my shirt and revealed a pair of pink French cut panties restraining the full cheeks of her rear. 

It had most likely been many years since she'd last been spanked and as necessary as this was, I thought it would be best if I eased her into it. I began spanking her evenly across her backside; quick, sharp claps that caused her to inhale loudly with each one. I laid down the primer, wanting to turn her fair skin a faint pink before I proceeded any further. The crack of my palm resounded through the room and she remained impassive, resolutely taking her punishment without a fight. I felt a slight warmth emanating from her rump and knew she was ready. 

Without a word I pulled her panties down to her knees. She started at this, her head raising up quickly, and then dropping down, as if not wanting to give me the pleasure of a fight I would win. I stroked her bared bottom with my open hand, gazing upon it since she last received a spanking from me in junior high. It had grown since then, filled out and become much more feminine. She possess the body of a budding woman, the wide hips, smooth, sleek legs and skin softer than velvet. I can't say I wasn't drawn to her in more than a protective way. 

As if I'd breached something she didn't expect, I heard the slightest of sobs. I had not yet even laid the first slap to her newly bared flesh and I noticed her begin to cry. My heart stirred at this but I knew she relied on me to take her through this, no matter how difficult it may be. I steeled myself and began spanking in earnest. I landed one...two...three hard spanks, first one cheek, then the other and back again. Her sobbing became a bit louder now and had turned into a continuous, slow wail. 

Knowing I was doing my job as I should, I increased the pace. The soft skin of her bottom had turned a deep pink to a bright crimson and my hand, sharing the pain, colored along with it. 

Her legs kicked and she gave up any pretense of passivity and squirmed to ward off the smacks that landed on her from mid thigh to high on her seat. She tried to speak but it just came out in stuttered sounds and wet sobs that I felt deep in my heart. I knew she didn't enjoy this, she'd had enough growing up that she never should need another ever again, but I knew it was something that had to be done and something only I could do. I sensed she knew it too. 

My hand slowed and in between chastising slaps, I rubbed her tender rub in slow circles. This allowed her to catch her breath and feel the sting as it settled into her. I admired her butt, full and inviting, it was all I could do to not turn her over as a man should take a woman. Her skin was soft and fragranced. With one finger, I stroked the crevice of her rear, stopping momentarily to tease her bottomhole. As I continued, I felt a trace of moisture dampen my thigh and the tempting scent of her womanhood teased me. 

I continued, my opened palm rising and striking, the shaking girlflesh of her bottom. She was crying outright now, heavy tears traced their way to her chin, landing in tiny pools on the carpet below. She could not speak, her voice had become a quavering unintelligible sound that told me I was nearing. With a series of rapid fire slaps to the bottom of her rounded cheeks she broke. With a screech she turned and bawled on my shoulder. 

I held her that way for what could have been hours. Not a word passed between us, just me rocking the penitent girl on my lap. Her heels were folded underneath her as she rested on her laps. Her rear was too sensitive to rest on the rough fiber of my pants. Instead I stroked it, soothingly. She reacted to this with a gentle humming sound I only heard when her lips neared my ear. 

I kissed her forehead and then I kissed her ear. I kissed her neck and I kissed the soft expanse of her cheek, wet with tears. I lost track of the number of times my lips touched her but with each one she seemed to come back to me. Her breath slowed and she sloppily wiped the tears away with hands that moments ago rubbed them hastily into her face. I watched her, one arm resting protectively on her bottom and, as if in a trance, kissed her full on the lips. Both our heads pulled back, aware of the door we had opened.

"I love you Jillian."

Upon hearing this the tears began anew. "I know you do. You always have, just as I love you. We always have." She returned this kiss, this time more passionately and clung to my neck. When it broke she composed herself, finding the words. "I know that was difficult for you. I know you didn't want to hurt me that way but we both knew I needed it. I don't want to say this...but thank you. I really needed that." She kissed me again. "I'll probably never admit that again, but it was just what I needed, thank you."

That night she shared my bed wearing only my shirt. Her arms wrapped around me, I was comforted by her warm patch of down as it rested against my leg.

Jillian



She smiled as she got out of the shower, drying herself off with the terry-cloth towel. She was already becoming aroused with the thought of what she was going to do, and how he would likely react. She lingered in front of the mirror for a moment, blew herself a kiss, and continued getting ready. Not that there was that much to do. She put on her body lotion, caressing her skin as she did so. She stood naked in front of the mirror, putting on her make-up. It was something she did not use often, but this was a special occasion. She put on a little perfume, then went to the closet.

She pulled out a pair of heels, slipping them on, deciding she had better slip on some nylons to make things look good, and a garter belt to keep them up. Nothing more was needed, or more importantly, wanted. She grabbed the trench coat hanging by the door, slipping it on as she grabbed the bag containing the lunch she had made for them. He would probably be hungry after she was done with him, she thought.

After a quick drive to his office, she headed in, saying hello to those that she knew. She brought him lunch often, since it gave them a chance to see each other a little more. He worked hard, as everyone who owns a business did if they wanted it to succeed, but things had calmed down some from when he started. They would still take these little times together, sometimes inviting others and making it a picnic. This time, however, she had made it a point for him to have the time for a long lunch, and to be alone.

She walked in to his office, closing the door as she entered. He was on the phone, but looked up and smiled at her, indicating as he did so that he would be finished shortly. She set down the lunch bag, and sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He finished almost immediately. Looking up he grinned and asked, "So, what's for lunch?"

Not saying anything, she simply smiled and removed the trench coat, letting it hang on the back of the chair. Then she ceremoniously uncrossed her legs, showing him her freshly shaven, and rather moist, crotch. Running a finger between the lips of her vagina, sliding it slightly inside herself, she winked at him, "I thought you might like a little variety today."

He tugged at his tie saying, "I think you can read my mind." He came around the desk, pulling his shirt over his head, and knelt in front of her. Spreading her legs around his shoulders, he leaned forward to kiss her stomach and breasts. She sighed heavily, growing even warmer inside. His tongue wound its way to her mound, and dipped inside. She thought that he was pretty good at reading her mind as well, since she loved getting her way, and she wanted to be licked before she took him.

His tongue toyed with her clit, and she felt his hand pushing against her. As he slid first one, then two fingers inside her, she began to gyrate her hips along with the movement of his hand. Her arousal level automatically went up, and she ran her hands over his arms and reached down to feel his chest. She slid down in the chair, offering herself to him, enjoying his response. She felt him go wild with the pressure of her mound against his face, his tongue fluttering not only over her clit, but over the whole of her cunt. She was dripping with wetness now, and was more than ready for him to be inside her.

***

If he hadn't been aroused when she first exposed her shaven twat to him, he certainly was after burying his face in it. He hadn't felt heat like this for a long time, and his erection was as full as he could remember it. He wanted to feel her hot wet cunt around him, but he wanted to hear her beg first. Besides, he really loved the way she tasted, and the way she acted when he got her so aroused.

***

She closed her eyes, biting back the urge to cry out. She reached up, grabbing her breasts, caressing them, pinching her nipples. His tongue was rubbing her clit, while his fingers felt like a short stiff cock pounding inside her. She was humping her hips against him now, feeling the orgasm building inside her. 

"Take me", she begged, panting. She felt him pause, and knew that he heard her, yet he didn't move. "Please," she gasped, alomst on the edge of cumming. The wave of pleasure was getting bigger, and she lost thought of anything but the feeling she was getting. Up it took her, higher and higher, cresting with his sucking on her clit, his fingers wiggling inside her, and gripping her teats tight against her body. She came, crying out once as she peaked.

The tide slowly rolled back, she could still feel his hand moving inside her. She sighed, trying to catch her breath. She was still moving her hips, and felt her juices dripping down between her legs, tickling her ass. She squirmed a little, and looked down to see him smiling at her. She reached down, pulling him up for a long tender kiss, and she could taste a bit of herself. The kiss turned passionate, her fires stirring again, his having never been quenched.

***

He stood in front of her, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and undid his pants. His throbbing member was held in by only his briefs, now, as he pulled of his pants and shoes. She sat forward in the chair, sweat covering her body, dripping down her cleavage. She reached out, putting her hands on his waist and pulling him closer. He stepped forward willingly. It wasn't that he really wanted to be sucked, he was too aroused for that, but he did like to be licked, and she knew it. He let her pull down his briefs, showing her his full manhood. She cupped his balls in one hand, pulling him into her mouth with the other. She sucked on his tip, then held him as she licked circles down the front of his shaft. He sucked in air, loving every second of this special torture. But he was not a man to wait when there was something he wanted.

Putting his hand under her chin, he pulled her mouth away from his cock, and helped her stand. Then he turned her around, putting his hands just under her buttocks, picked her up and set her ass on his desk. She lay back, shoving his things out of the way. He saw that as she spread her legs, she was fingering her clit, and knew she was aroused enough to take him. Still he hadn't heard her beg.

Taking his cock in hand, he rubbed the tip against the outside of her sticky vagina. He smiled as she thrust her hips at him, and pulled his erection away. She stopped, and he teased her again. Only a few times and she began to beg, her fingers dipping deep into her now, not just stroking the surface. "Please," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. As he teased her again, she said, "No! Please, fuck me." The look on her face was almost one of agony, and her plea sounded trully like a cry for freedom from her desire. He wanted to wait to see what would happen, but he was so horny himself that he couldn't.

He placed himself against her still moving fingers, and pushed, even before she had a chance to realize what was happening. She gasped as he entered her, her eyes opening wide, her face filling with satisfaction. Slowly, he felt her fingers pull out, past his firmness, then felt her grab his balls and pull him the rest of the way into her. 

***

She let go of him when she felt his sack pressing against her ass. She moaned with the fullness of her canal, still adjusting to him. She arched her back, feeling him pulse against her insides. Almost as if on cue, she felt him moving inside her. It was a slight circle inside her as he moved his manhood in and out. Whatever it was, it was driving her wild. She was sweating again, humping her entire body against him. She could feel him plunge deep inside her, and the fire in her crotch was burning hot again.

She had closed her eyes, enjoying the sheer passion surrounding them, when she felt one of his hands on her face, carressing her. Wanting to turn him on more, she sucked a finger into her mouth. She sucked it like she was trying to make it cum, letting it go only as she was becoming to hot to think about anything. She was slightly suprised when she felt something slide into her anus, but they had found long ago that she liked it. It was a different kind of pleasure and orgasm, but she liked it. So much that sometimes that was all they did. 

Not this time, though. Just after her pleasure had taken a leaping increase, she felt the pressure on her anus go away, and was left with him moaning as he pounded inside her vagina. His hands were on her hips, holding her steady against his movements. He paused, and she felt him lift her legs up over his shoulders. His next thrust went as deep as she thought she could handle, and she heard him calling out her name. Everything he did was heightening her pleasure, every thrust, every little movement. She loved feeling his cock coursing through her, loved feeling his movements quicken as they were now. The thought passed through her head that he must be close to cumming himself, and as if he were reading her mind again, she felt him spasming inside her. She gasped with pleasure as she felt his hot cum spray against her walls, here then there, and it showed on her face. He kept stroking her inner canal with his erection, spurting his jism all through her. As he filled her and his cum began to overflow her cunt, she began to orgasm. Her first one was terrific, but this one made that look like mild masturbation. He continued to please her even as she came, the feeling freezing her body as she added her cum to his. 

As she shuddered out the last waves of her orgasm, she could feel him on top of her, his body resting on hers. Their breathing was heavy, and ragged, and they held each other in the afterglow of their passions. Finally, after almost losing track of time, he kissed her, letting his mouth linger on hers. She smiled at him, and he sat up. He pushed himself up, his softening penis sliding out of her, at letting their cum fall with it. 

They got up, and she got the bag she brought. She drew out a towel, wiping him off then sitting on it in one of his chairs. They ate a simple lunch of sandwiches and sodas, without bothering to get dressed. They laughed a little, and smiled a lot, talking about plans for their evening. When they were finished, she waited while he dressed, then got up herself. They picked up the things from his desk together, kissing often as they did so, his hands toying with her now and again. Once everything was back on his desk, she put the trench coat on, kissed him goodbye, and headed out the door. As she left the office, saying goodbye to everyone there with a smile, she could feel what was left of their cum trickling down the inside of her thigh. Though it was a feeling she loved, and being public turned her on, this was not the place. Still, she was feeling wild, and almost hoped someone would notice. But then again, that is another story entirely.



Jillian



Cut the crap. I met Jillian online.

She'd posted an ad looking for sex, and I'd responded offering a cuddle. Women who'll post for raw sex will melt at the suggestion of some touchy-feely. We chatted on MSN, then traded pics.

Jillian is a big, beautiful woman. I don't want to limit her to the 'BBW' acronym, which zooms past your eyes and leaves you with the simplistic impression of a chubby mass being fucked on her back in a half-lit porn studio.

No. Jillian is a big woman and Jillian is a beautiful woman. She's a head shorter than me, and fills out her customary casuals very nicely. She's conservative in a cute way. Considering she basically went on a website to say 'do me hard', I was tickled when she refused point-blank to meet commando. Her mum told her to wear underwear always ... because what if she got in a road accident? That's Jillian for you!

We met on a street corner halfway between her place and mine and walked to hers. She'd skipped lunch, so as she sat down on her bed in her small studio to munch on cereal, we exchanged bits about life and love. Jillian (Jill, by now) had been a born-again Christian, selling off her TV because it took her away from Jesus. Eventually, though, she came around to be a born-again slut, and found she was getting to see God more often. I was human dildo number seven.

She was done with her cereal. I offered to clean the bowl for her. As I worked in her tiny kitchenette, she came up behind me and ran her finger down my side in a sensuous, spontaneous gesture.

*

Back in bed, tentatively reaching for each other's clothes. Sure, we knew what we wanted and bad, but there's no reason to hurry a good thing. Sex is a performing art.

We kissed, her soft lips meeting mine while I removed her tee and she tore out of her brassiere. Jill, like many larger women, has breasts that look disproportionately small, but don't disappoint. As I traced spirals around her hazel nipples, she reached for my pants, teasing me with a gentle but firm crotch-grab before getting down to business. She lifted her ass for me to discard of her scanties (who's commando now?) and we faced each other on all fours like a pair of wildcats ready to tear each other to the bone.

Yes, I know what you're thinking. Cock meets pussy. Throat meets cock. Tongue meets clit. Weather Channel sex.

We had better listings in mind. Jill lay on her stomach while I knelt, straddling her prodigious behind, my cock buried comfortably (and impatiently) in her cheeks. Good sex, like good wine, needs brewing, and I'm as ready as any vintner to earn my vintage. In front of me lay the white, bare expanse of a woman ready to trust her body to me and a bottle of baby oil. Acres of gently sloping countryside, inviting the loving care that will bring a Chianti to perfection.

I rubbed the oil into my hands, warming it. Cold oil contracts muscles instead of relaxing them. I stroked her back, feeling literally the pleasure of flesh under my hand. I pinched her neck, releasing tension and eliciting a warm groan. Slowly, deftly, we learnt what to expect of each others bodies. She moved to present her front to me (ooh, and such a front!). I charted every undulating valley, every gentle hill on that willing prisoner to my tender attentions. She rubbed oil in her own hands and returned the favour. Slick with oil and burning with desire, we moved clumsily into each others slippery embrace. Groping with each other's bodies, we swam through flesh and, at some point in the blur, I entered her.

We stopped.

Jill had had her eyes closed, her head thrown back with a regal, feline air. Now she purred, then opened her eyes to look straight into mine, green boring into black. I pushed into her, she responding magnificently to every move of my body. We fucked till her ninth orgasm and my third, by which time I was hurting and her sheets were drenched in sweat. I crashed into sleep, following her into the exhausted dreamland. Dawn, I thought, and I'll go home and nurse my smarting stiff.

*

The next morning, she woke me up with a blowjob.

It was so soft, so careful, and so perfectly executed, I might have had to wipe a tear. Jill is a British-Canadian dame in a rather full sense of the word, with English, Irish and Welsh blood coursing through the lips that held my cock like a fleshy vice and the tongue that had all the power and talent of a dominatrix who is a ballerina by day. She stung like a bee and floated like a butterfly. I moaned like possessed and came as she obsessed over an full-blown blowing technique.

I couldn't stay for breakfast, so we dressed in silence, gorging on each other's naked form disappearing under subsequent layers of society and shame. I turned at the door, and held her eye. She presented her cheek like a little girl, and I pecked it with a promise for a second date.

I walked down the stairs and I out into the cold, Montréal air, becoming one again with a world groping for a pleasure that only minutes ago had been sleeping next to me in an oily bed, soft, warm, and sexy.



Jillian



The first time I saw Jillian I had been stunned by her beauty. She had fiery green eyes, shoulder length gold blonde hair and full D-cup breasts that just begged to be squeezed. She was temping at my office and the first day she came in a short denim skirt and a blouse that laced up at the front, loosely done I could see the curve of her beautiful breasts and just a corner of the material of her bra cup. She had smiled her wonderful smile and flashed her amazing eyes at me. I had enjoyed it, but presumed that she looked at all the young office boys the same way. I was proven wrong when on the second day she accepted my invitation for lunch. We hadn't eaten anything, but she did tug my cock in the ladies room until my cum flew half way across the room.

She was beautiful, confident, intelligent and sexually voracious - I had never met anyone like her and I had proposed within two weeks. Years later I came across her diary entry from that time, she had said, "Daniel seems so fragile, like I could give him the world or break him completely if I gave him a particular look or not."

The wedding was huge, everything that my mother wanted it to be. We were married by the beach and fucked like rabbits in a cabin in the hills for a week afterwards. I thought of myself a sexually experienced, but Jillian taught me things that I couldn't imagine. I loved her completely. People have said that I just picked someone with vacuous beauty, but I love every aspect of Jillian, she matches me in ambition, life goals, and philosophy. I am complete with her and would do anything for her. I find her beautiful because I love her, if anyone else finds her beautiful, well that's their opinion.

****** *****

Some people say that I married Daniel for his money. I didn't realize that he had high prospects or a wealthy family until after we were engaged. I found him a fascinating person; he had depth of thought and incredible perception. I loved him completely; we complimented each other so well. I couldn't have imagined wanting anyone else.

******

It was six months or so after Daniel and I married, and I was traveling home on the blue line train. Daniel had been away on business for the last week and I was feeling incredibly horny. I had masturbated twice that day already, but was still feeling very full of need. A big man came and sat next to me on the train. It wasn't very crowded and there were other seats, but not many. I still wonder if he intentionally sat by me or if what happen after was all started just by chance. I could feel him looking at my long legs. He was tall and powerful, thick arms and chest and his head was shaved. He would have looked like a construction worker except he was wearing a suit with a silk tie.

The train suddenly jerked and he fell on top of me.

"Oh, my God." he said "I'm so sorry."

He looked right into my eyes and seemed sincerely embarrassed. He turned away and we didn't talk for a while. I often start up conversation with people on the train, but with this guy, I felt almost insulted that he wasn't trying to talk to me.

"Could I ask you something?" I started, without having any idea what I was going to ask. He turned to me and smiled and big charming smile.

"Certainly." he replied.

I could have just stared at that smile for ages.

"Err, do you have the time." I asked.

"Yes, it is 4:15." he said looking at his watch.

"Thank you. Where are you getting off?"

"I'm getting off at Oak." he paused for a moment "I'm Peter." he finally said.

"Jillian" I replied. "I'm getting off at Oak too." I said.

What the Hell was I doing? I was taking the train all the way out to the suburbs. But what was waiting for me there but an empty house. Why was I behaving like a schoolgirl around this man? I was newly married. I had never cheated in my life. I had no doubts about marrying Daniel at all. I loved him and want him forever, but I was drawn to this man and his powerful body and his charming smile. I found myself imagining what his cock would look like. Would it be big in proportion with his body? Would it be uncut like Daniel's or would his knob be already on show.

We started to chat lightly as the train move on. He was an actor, the fancy suit was hired for a short role he had in a weekly soap. He lived in an apartment in the inner city and admitted to having kissed a man once on screen when he played a gay doctor's boyfriend on some midday TV show. His greatest role was still the cute kid's dad in that peanut butter ad from years ago; he still got role-over checks for that.

They both got off the train together. My heart beat frantically as I walked along beside Peter, pretending I knew where I was going.

"Do you want to get some coffee?" Peter asked after a little while.

I just smiled at him for a moment.

"Now?" I asked.

"Yeah." he replied "Do you have to be anywhere?"

'Yes I do' I thought 'I am supposed to be in my own house with my husband.'

"That would be lovely." I answered after a little pause.

We walked over to a little cafe on a side street and sat there chatting for a while longer. I felt so warm and comfortable with Peter. It was not that I felt uncomfortable with Daniel, I didn't feel abandoned because he was away, just really horny.

After we had both finished our coffee and talked about half an hour away, Peter stood up.

"Would you like some wine now?" he asked.

"I don't think this cafe is licensed." I replied.

"Not here. At my place. This is my building, its just up the elevator over there."

My heart caught in my throat. That was an out proposal for sex, I was sure of it. That was it, the moment when I had to decide if this is a fun little bit of flirting with a fellow commuter, or a full affair, no matter how brief.

"I'd like that." my voice cracked in my throat.

Peter took my hand and led me to the elevator. We just held hands in the elevator, my heart pounding. At his door, Peter let my hand go to open the door and I had half a thought to run back down the hall. We stepped inside and the second the door was shut Peter grabbed at me. He pulled me close to him and kissed me deeply and passionately. He pulled at my jacket and tore off my blouse. He kissed my neck wildly and kneaded my bum. I could feel my pussy sizzling and my wet panties sliding over my engorged lips. I shuffled the remnants of my jacket and blouse over my arms and grabbed at Peter's belt. He brought a hand up and squeezed my breast.

'Oh God that felt good.' I thought.

Seconds later Peter's pants hit the floor. I felt his filling cock through his boxers. It was longer and thicker than I had imagined. I took it in both hands and explored it carefully.

"My God, Peter, its fabulous." I exclaimed.

He just smiled. I knelt down in front of Peter and slowly pulled his boxers down. Eventually his mighty cock sprang free, it was cut and the tip was shiny with pre-cum which dripped from the end. I took the huge piece of meat in my hands, it felt hot. I inched closer and stuck out the tip of my tongue until I licked the underside. It tasted wonderful and Peter responded with a shudder. After a moment more of admiring the beautiful cock, I sucked the monstrous tip into my mouth. I moved my tongue and lips over the proud head and savored the feel of it in my mouth. I felt his balls with one hand, massaging them and feeling their size and weight.

A moment later Peter lifted me up, then turned me around. He quickly unzipped my skirt and pushed it and my panties down my legs. He quickly took off his jacket, tie and shirt. I was now only wearing my purple bra. I turned around again to look at Peter. His chest was massive and chiseled, his abs stood out clearly. As soon as he saw that I had turned back he forcefully turned me around again and pushed me against the wall.

He cupped my buttocks in his large hands, squeezing and kneading them. He slipped a hand between my ass cheeks and found my pussy. He stroked it and smeared my hot juices all over my lips. He then stuck one of his large fingers in my tunnel.

"Ah!" I gasped.

Peter swirled his finger around inside me, and then as he took his finger out he trailed it over my ass covering it with my slippery pussy juice. I was quivering with excitement, I love having my ass touched. He put a hand on each of my hips and pulling me against him. He placed his raging hard cock between my legs and it rested against my pussy. He thrust back and forth a couple of times covering his dick in my lustful lube. I could see his cock poking its head out from between my thighs, and it touched my clit when he pushed forward.

All of a sudden, he changed his angel and his dick slipped into me. He pushed hard and he penetrated me so deep.

"Oh Fucking Christ, Peter." I cried out "Fuck me, that is so deep."

I pushed back against him as he thrust deeply into my pussy. He started fucking me fast pulling on my hips. I had my hands against the wall to stop me from falling over. Soon he grabbed my wrists and spread them wide on the wall. He kept hold of them tight and I couldn't move as he kept fucking me from behind.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh, god, Pete, fuck, yes, oh, ah, ah, ah"

"That's right bitch, you like it rough don't you."

"Oh, Pete, keep, fucking, me, oh, ah, ah."

"Yeah, your husband's little dick isn't enough for you, is it, you whore?"

I couldn't believe this was happening. Not even an hour ago, I had been a well-behaved wife and now I was in some strange guy's apartment getting poked from behind against the wall.

"Oh Peter, this is wonderful. God I have needed this so badly. Oh yeah, fuck me harder. Fuck me with your huge cock. Oh my fucking God!"

Suddenly Peter pulled out and whisked me around to face him, before I could get my balance he picked me up off the floor. He slowly lowered me down and skewered her on his mighty cock.

"Argh, Oh fuck me, Christ!"

It penetrated even deeper into me this way. He unsnapped my bra with one hand, threw it on the floor, and immediately took one of my tits in his mouth. He sucked on it so hard he took half my breast into his mouth. It felt incredible.

I kissed as much of Peter's face as I could reach as he kept sucking my tit. Why was I lost in the wonton lust of this incredible sex? Had I missed sex that much? How long had it been since I had sex like this? Was that it, had Daniel not been satisfying me. Until that day, I had thought he was everything I needed, but Peter was reminding me of sensations that I desperately wanted.

"Peter." I said.

He looked up.

"Fuck me on the bed."

He lifted me up off his cock and then moved my legs to one side. God he carried me so easily, he was so strong. He carried me, like a bride across the threshold, into the other room. There was a beautiful King size bed with soft blinds on the windows partially hiding a view of the river. He threw me roughly on the bed, grabbed at my legs and pulled me towards him.

"Pete wait, do you have a condom?"

I felt so dumb for not asking him to wear one before. I didn't know shit about this guy. How could I have been so lost in the moment as to forget something like that?

"Fuck that!" he said and pulled my thighs over his hips and stuck his cock in me.

I didn't complain. Stupid me. But I loved it. The forcefulness, the roughness. Maybe I just loved that monster of a cock. I lay back on the bed with my ass over the edge while Peter stabbed me with his cock, over and over. The sensation overwhelmed me. I squirmed on the bed and grabbed at the comforter, twisting it into knots. My legs flailed around Peter's back as he kept sliding his piston into me.

"Oh God, Peter, I'm getting close. I'm going to cum. Oh, fuck me its going to be huge."

"I'm right behind you, babe. I'm going to cum in you real soon."

"No, Peter, I'm not on anything. Don't cum in me, please."

Peter laughed. He laughed at me!

"You should have thought of that before you came in my door, you dumb bitch."

He kept on thrusting, I wanted to pull away, to try to get off him, but it felt too good. I wanted to cum with Peter's huge cock in me. I wanted to feel his milk spray my insides.

"Oh, fuck me, this is it, I'm cuming. Oh, my God! Oh my God! Oh My Fucking God."

My pussy twitched and spasmed around Peter's hard pole. My body quivered and shook and I loved every fragile moment of it. It felt glorious.

Seconds later Peter was grunting and I could feel his cock getting harder inside me. He was going to cum at any moment. I was filled with an incredible mix of fear and excitement. Just as his grunting descended into a long, deep, loud moan, he pulled his cock out of me and shot a massive stream of cum across my belly and tits. He started jerking his cock and sent of two or three more blasts. My thighs, belly, tits and neck were covered in the stuff.

Peter threw me a towel to wipe myself down. Moments later I walked out through his door wearing one of Peter's college hoodies, my torn clothes in a supermarket bag.

******

When I got home I jumped in the shower. I had to wash myself again and again. I was sure that I still smelled of Peter's cum. I put my torn clothes in the trash and hid Peter's hoodie in the closet. Daniel was due back in the morning and I spent the night fitfully, sleeping poorly. Twice I woke up dreaming of Peter, penetrating me deeply, his cum flying over my body in great ropes. I masturbated both times leaving sticky wet patches on the sheets. When I though of Peter, my first emotion was always hate. He had been abusive, and rough, and disrespectful. What would I do if I got pregnant or got an STD from him? If felt ashamed, but more exhilarated than I had for years.

When I woke I changed the sheets and went to the airport to pick up Daniel. When he came to me I felt conflicting portions of excitement and guilt. I loved him, I still loved him and I still wanted him forever. He kissed me and squeezed my bum.

"God, I've missed you my love." he said.

"I missed you too, honey." I replied.

We chatted lightly as we walked to the car and then sat in silence as I drove him home. I could tell that he would want to have sex as soon as we got home. I didn't know what to do.

The second we were inside the house he dropped his bags and pulled me in for a deep loving kiss.

"I am so lucky to have you, Jillian." and he kissed me deeper, his tongue probing my mouth.

He started undoing my top and soon we were standing in front of each other just in our underwear. Daniel cupped my ass and kissed my neck. I continued to think that I could still smell Peter's cum on my body. I was worried that Daniel would taste it.

We moved to the bedroom and Daniel lay me down on the bed.

"Daniel, I want you to wear a condom." I said.

"Why baby?"

"I'm not on the pill."

"Yeah, but I always pull out. You like me cuming on your tits."

"I want you to cum in me this time. I'd like that."

"Okay I put a condom on when I'm getting close."

"No baby." I said "Please, put one on now."

Daniel looked at me for a moment, a puzzled look on his face. Then he went to the drawers and took out a box of condoms and put one on.

He walked slowly back to me. He knelt down at the foot of the bed between my legs and, while looking me right in the eye, he licked my snatch from bottom to top. He then took my clit in his mouth and swirled his tongue slowly over it. Good Lord that felt wonderful, I had missed him so much. He then moved his tongue to my opening and slowly lapped his tongue over, and into, my love tunnel. He stuck his tongue deep inside my pussy and licked the walls, even touching my G-spot, sending shivers through my body. Daniel spat on my twat, covering it with saliva, stood up and positioned his cock to enter me. He looked me in the eye and the pushed all the way home.

"Oh, Daniel." I cried out. "It feels so good to have you back inside me."

He started thrusting into me fast and hard. This was different for Daniel, was usually a sweet and gentle lover. He would slowly move inside me, building me to delicious orgasms, often making me come several times before he finally blew his load, usually over my tits and neck. My pearl necklace.

"Oh yeah, Daniel. I like it when you fuck me hard like this. Mmmm."

He increased his pace, thumping into furiously, almost violently.

"Slow, down honey, you're hurting me a little."

"Fuck you, you little cheating whore." He shouted pumping into me even harder.

I tried to sit up.

"What are you talking about, Daniel."

He grabbed my hands and held my down on the bed, pulling me close. My clit was squashed between us when he dove into me and it was driving me wild.

"You've been sleeping around while I was away! Do you know how many offers I've had, how many offers I have turned down, while I was away? I could have fucked my way through Seattle, but didn't for you. You couldn't last even a week without a dick up you, and you didn't even use a condom. You dumb little bitch. How the fuck could you do this to me, to us?"

I couldn't deny anything. I just took his punishment with delight. He had never been this forceful with me, and I was loving it.

"Oh my God! Your enjoying this. You fucking whore!"

"That's right Daniel. Tell me off! Fuck me till I'm sorry. Spank me, tie me down, tell me what filthy wanton slut I am. Then cum on my face. Yeah, do it. Do it to me! Fuck yeah. Oh, fucking God, I'm cuming. Keep fucking me Daniel. Ohhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuck. Yeah, woo! Fuck yeah, that's it. That's a good old fashioned fucking."

Daniel stared at me stunned and amazed. He kept fucking me. He tried to go faster and harder, but he was at his maximum.

"Come here, baby." I said to him "Let me help you finish."

He pulled out of me and knelt over my chest. I pulled the condom off him quickly and started to furiously jerk him off.

"Oh fucking Christ, Jillian. That feels so good. Oh God yeah. Fucking wank me. Urgh, argh, ohhh. Here it is!"

I quickly stuck my mouth over the end of his shiny knob and took his shots of seed into my throat. They were huge globs. I think he was turned on by what was happening to us as much as I was. I swallowed his cum and sucked on his cock as he kept on spasming. A swirled my tongue over his knob causing shivers to run through him. I think he had some pretty awesome orgasm after shocks.

******

Later, after we had showered, we sat on the bed together in our robes.

"I'm sorry I cheated on you, baby." I said to him softly "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just got caught up in the moment of something. It has never happened before. I love you and I want to be with you and I don't want to hurt you."

I took his hand and he squeezed mine.

"I understand, Jill." he replied after a while "I am hurt though."

He turned to me and kissed me sweetly on the lips.

"I want you to call this guy and tell him it is all over, okay"

Peter had not said anything about further meetings. I had felt like a used conquest after leaving his apartment. I was pretty sure that I was just a fling to him. He knew I was married, and he actually had no way of contacting me. He didn't have my phone number; he didn't even know my last name.

"I want you to promise me that you will call this off." Daniel said "Okay, baby."

I was unsure what to do. I didn't want to argue with Daniel after only just making up with him.

"I promise." I eventually said.

******

Two days later I stood outside Peter's apartment. I hesitated before knocking at the door. I was so angry with this guy, the way he had treated me was degrading in the worst way, and yet I felt excited to be here. I had promised Daniel that I would tell Peter that I would never see him again. I didn't want to lie to Daniel and say that I had done something I hadn't.

I finally knocked. I waited a long time, more than a minute, and then I heard movement on the other side. The peep hole went dark and the door opened.




Jillian



Peter stood in the door way, naked from the waist up. He must have been working out or something because his muscles were taught and his veins stood out clearly.

"Hey, babe." he said smiling "You back for some more?"

"No actually." I started.

"Why else would you be here?" he paused "I can not think of any other explanation."

He stepped back from the door way and gestured for me to come inside.

"Come have a drink and we'll talk about it."

God his smile was beautiful. Why was I there? You don't visit someone to tell them you won't see them again. Fuck! What was I doing?

I walked inside and across to the breakfast bar. My hands were shaking.

Peter offered me a glass of wine which I took. I hadn't asked for anything. I took a sip and sat down.

"I'm glad you are back, um, err..."

"Jillian."

"Yeah, right, Jill. I'm glad you are back Jill; I've been think about you. You know I thought that you are in need of a little bit of the old Peter therapy. You seem like someone who is trapped inside their life."

He sat down on one of the barstools.

"Someone who pretends to be who they think someone else wants them to be. Maybe its your mother, maybe its your husband, maybe it Cosmo magazine."

He looked me up and down.

"Yeah, I don't think you are pretending to be the little suburban house wife. You look like you used to pretend to be a bit of a punk, and now you are pretending to not be a bit of a punk."

He lifted my chin and looked me right in the eye.

"But neither of them are you. You haven't worked out who you are yet."

He turned around and walked across the room to pour himself a drink.

"May be I can help you find yourself." he said as he walked away.

"Look you... you... you bully. I didn't come here to be with you. I came here because my husband wants me to call it off with you."

"To call what off." he asked.

"Our, thing." I paused "Our affair."

"Oh, Jill, baby. We just fucked. We didn't have an affair." he finished pouring a whiskey and screwed the cap back on.

"We had a fling." he said "A little cheating like this can be very therapeutic for a relationship like a marriage. It isn't natural for people to be sexually exclusive with anyone, that is a rule society created. Now if you want a little weekly session with Doctor Peter and his medicine stick, that is something we can arrange, but I didn't give you anything you didn't ask for."

"You fucking asshole!" I screamed at him "You practically raped me after I asked you to get a condom! If I get sick from you I will have you fucking killed okay. I will pay some hoods from downtown to fucking crush your nuts with a wrench before they feed you piece meal to the rats. Fuck you!"

Peter put his drink down and hugged me. I started sobbing and held onto him.

"Oh, baby. Jill, you won't get sick from me. I don't fuck around. I wanted to be with you, okay, just you."

I kept crying into his chest.

After a little while he asked me;

"Did you say that you came here because your husband told you to, or because you wanted to?"

I didn't say anything, I just kept holding onto him tightly. I moved my face and kissed his neck. I lay my head on his shoulder. I felt safe with him. I couldn't believe how I was reacting.

We stood in each others arms, like we were dancing.

"Peter," I said a few minutes later "I do like your medicine stick."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I like it when you fuck me hard, and treat me like a whore."

"Oh, really?" he said "Did you like it when I held your hands and you lost control?"

"Yeah." I whispered "I did."

Peter immediately grabbed my hands and brought them behind my back. He held them there tightly and turned me around. He pulled my hands up to force me to lean forward.

"Then get your dirty little pussy in that bedroom you fucking bitch!" he shouted and slapped my ass.

It really smarted, that wasn't just a play smack. He pushed me forward by my hands and marched me into the bedroom.

The second we were in the bedroom he threw me on the bed. I rubbed my wrists, they were quite sore. He picked up some hand cuffs off the shelf and before I could fight him he had one on each wrist. They weren't connected to each other, but rather had long chains hanging from them. I looked and was surprised, and excited, to see that these weren't play handcuffs, these needed keys to be opened.

Peter lead one chain to one side of the bed and latched the chain through a locking device. The bastard had these things attached to his bed!

The other side was then locked in place. I was really nervous now, I was absolutely trapped. They say that when you play at bondage, that you should never totally surrender, never do anything that is actually dangerous. But here I was getting handcuffed to the bed by the man who practically raped me then pushed me out the door four days ago. God I was hot for him. My pussy was dripping with sizzling hot juices.

Peter moved to the foot of the bed and grabbed for my ankles. I was a little afraid and tried to avoid him. He seemed to like the struggle. I liked the chase as well. He eventually caught me and pulled me until my arms were out tight above my head and my ass was just over the end of the bed. Peter pushed my skirt up over my hips and the pulled at my panties until they tore, leaving red streaks across my ass.

"Oh, you say you don't what to be here, but your pussy says something else." he chuckled.

He undid his belt and pushed his pants and boxers off together. There it was: his magical wand, full and wonderful. He held me under my thighs and kneaded my soft skin.

"Oh, what am I supposed to do?" he mock asked. "I know that I am supposed to do something here."

He rubbed his cock over my thighs, and along my pussy lips, leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum.

"Please." I said softly.

"Please what?"

"Please stick it in me." I begged.

"Stick what in?"

"Give me your big fucking cock you fucking asshole!" I shouted.

Before I had a chance to draw my breath again his slammed his mighty pole all the way into me. He fucked me long and hard, his piston coming almost all the way out and then sliding all the way home again. I couldn't believe the sensation. I pulled at my restraints but couldn't move; I had to completely surrender to this man, this wonderful, powerful man.

I few moments later my cell phone started to ring. I could tell be the ringer that it was Daniel calling me.

Peter started to laugh.

'Daniel, why did you send me here alone?' I thought.

I lay back and let Peter have his fill of me. He grunted and moaned. His pecs and abs flexed and tightened. Very soon I was on the brink of orgasm again.

"Oh, fuck yeah Peter, fuck me, fuck me hard!"

"Yeah, you like it babe, don't you."

"Come on you little faggot, you call that fucking, really give it to me!"

Peter slammed into me so hard that my body shook. My pussy tightened and my breasts started to feel warm. My orgasm grew like a ball of blinding light inside my belly until it suddenly exploded. I could hear myself screaming the pleasure of my intense orgasm, but I felt like a separate person, watching us. Seconds later Peter was announcing his imminent ejaculation. I was briefly scared that he was going to cum inside me, but then was further excited by the idea. He did however pull out of me and climbed over my body to stick his cock in my mouth before he came. I tasted his jism and I loved it. Was I just infatuated with this man, or did his cum actually taste sweeter than Daniel's. I held it in my mouth before I swallowed it.

Peter released me from my restraints and then went to the shower. I was alone in his room. I was tempted to go through his drawers to find out a bit about him, but decided against it. I looked at my wrists and saw bruises growing there. I checked my ass where I had been smacked; there was a bruise there as well. How the Hell was I going to explain those?

******

Peter came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. He offered to make me a meal, or a drink, but I declined. He said that he did not expect to see me again. That I should find myself and be myself with Daniel, that if Daniel really loved me, he would give me what I needed. I kissed him and said goodbye. I didn't know what to say to Daniel.



Jillian and Jake Get Lucky



As Jake jerked off for the third time in as many hours to his favorite DVD, "Barely Legal First Time Butt Babes", it occurred to him that he might soon have to purchase a new keyboard. This once had begun to exhibit sticky keys and it was inhibiting his ability to easily enter data.

Jake was finally coming to the realization that his favorite form of porn was just fantasy. Girls like those portrayed in the film just didn't exist. Sure, he knew and had dated young women every bit as attractive---more so---than the actresses in the movie. At twenty-nine, Jake was considered attractive, had a good job, a nice late model vehicle and an above average apartment within two minutes of the Pacific. He didn't smoke or drink to excess and had no manifest bad habits, other than beating off too much. Girls he had dated and slept with considered him a capable lover, probably in no small measure because he did pound his pud to excess.

Not one of them, however, exhibited either the aggressiveness or the abject nastiness of the women on the screen. Jake's erotic fantasy of meeting that special girl who: (a) sucked cock with true enthusiasm; (b) liked to engage in the occasional face fuck; (c) enjoyed having a guy cum on her face; (d) talked dirty in the sack;(e) had an exhibitionist streak and (f) occasionally liked to get boned in the butt was, he had come to realize, just unrealistic fantasy. Just once, he mused, I want to enjoy an absolutely disgustingly nasty fuck fest with some sweet little honey before I settle down.

Settling down sooner rather than later was a distinct probability. The girl he had dated off and on since college was the most likely prospect. She was a hot little blond with a great set of buns, nice tits and a generally sweet personality, well, sweet except when she was being bitchy and demanding. Bitchy and demanding were the traits that had ruled their yo-yo relationship of on again off again romance since his Senior year in college. While she had mellowed somewhat with maturity, there were still times when the only way he could improve her moodiness was to be almost subserviently attentive. Still he was pretty sure he loved her and after over five years they knew each other very well. She had finally elected to move to California from the East coast and move in with him as a prelude to nuptials. She had found a job in her field not far from where he lived; she would be on board in a few weeks.

He checked the surf report on the tube and decided what he would do this particular Saturday morning, which was what he did almost every Saturday morning. Jake was a natural athlete and had played several sports in high school and college. His normally lean, muscular body had bulked up at little when he had been in the military overseas and weight lifting was often the only physical fitness regiment available. Now he was back to a weight that he was more comfortable with and the bulky muscles had become lean and well defined. He had become addicted to surfing after moving to Southern California, often doing so in the early morning before driving to his office some twenty minutes away.

Donning his wet suit and grabbing his board out of the front hall he headed toward the beach a couple of minutes away. With his wet suit unzipped to the waist and his broad chest and strong shoulders displayed, Jake looked like a poster child for the Delmar surf scene. He was not, however, remotely as shallow and unserious as that stereotype generally indicated. He had a BS and an MBA and his reading tastes were both eclectic and extensive. His tastes in art and music were equally expansive. He was an excellent cook. He had good taste in clothes, libations, furnishings and in life in general. He was a thinker and a doer. 

His military service had included a combat assignment during which his life had been threatened almost daily which had given him an even more mature visage. At his core he was sweet, caring, sincere and loyal; he was the pride and joy of his parents and a natural leader. If he could change only one aspect of his life it would be his growing obsession with bedding down a bad girl who would fulfill all of his porn driven fantasies.

As fate would have it he would have to share the early waves with only one other surfer who was just preparing to catch a wave in the distance. The surfer was up but he could not tell if it was a he or she. Good form, nice moves, oh yea! What a great ride! He or she, I'm thinking she, milked that baby for all it was worth. Uh, huh, that is definitely a she. Tall, damned near as tall as he was. Damned, long legs, obvious boobs and a nice turn to her hips. He was thinking blond, his weakness, as she drew closer. She smiled and he returned the gesture. Oh, wow! Killer smile, great eyes, blue and, yep, a blond.

"Nice ride." Jake said.

"Thank you. You've got to be pretty patient out there today but about every eighth wave is worth the trouble."

It was an easy exchange; surfers were surfers and respect for good form transcended gender or carnal interest. Jake paddled out and heeding her words was patient, finally catching a roller that seemed promising. While he was certain that he had not exhibited her near perfect form, he had not remotely embarrassed himself. Surfer girls were often an enigma. He had dated a couple and found them to be a tad vacant and vacuous. Girls who were really good surfers were too often obsessed with the next wave and interested in little else. After several runs, Jake plopped down on the beach to watch his partner take her next wave. As he had noted over the previous hour she nailed it once again. He was pleased when she walked toward him and plopped down next to him in the sand.

"Hi, I'm Jillian." She said extending her tanned hand. "Surf here often?"

And then they both laughed as they realized that her words came across as the quintessential pickup line.

"I think that's supposed to be my line." Jake quipped. "I live a short walk from here so I try to get down as often as possible, even during the week. How about you? I'm sure I would have remembered seeing you here before. You have astounding form and technique." He said, genuinely in admiration of her skills.

"Actually, I just moved here in the last week. I'm still in one of those extended stay places and plan to find something permanent as soon as possible---today I'll start seriously looking."

"Where did you learn to surf like that?"

"Hawaii. My dad was stationed there when I was in high school. I ended up staying and going to college for a couple of years in the islands. I was on the surfing team and we got to go on a world tour to all of the great surfing sites---even Australia. You're pretty good yourself, how about you?"

"I picked it up a few years ago when I was stationed here in the military."

"You've never had any formal training?" She said almost incredulously.

"Nope, just took advice from other people that seemed to know what they were doing and practiced. Surfing is not a competitive sport to me; it has really become the antithesis of competition. It's how I unwind and relax."

"That's probably why your style seems so easy and fluid, you're not trying to impress someone or score points. That's exactly how it has evolved for me; it helps me clear my head. Which service were you in?"

Jake proceeded to give Jillian a short review of his time in the military. Her father had been in the same service and was now a full colonel stationed at the same base he had been at.

"Well, I'm starting to get both chilled and hungry. Would you like to grab a bite?" Jake said.

"That would be fun! I haven't had time to explore the area, would you mind giving me a short tour?"

"Not at all, I'd love to."

"Well, I drove, my motel is a couple of miles from here, I can drop you off, go home and change and pick you up again in, say, half an hour?" She said.

"Great!" 

In a couple of minutes Jake and Jillian were at Jake's apartment.

"Wow, what a neat looking place! The places I've looked at are all big complexes, but yours is, what, only five units?" Jillian commented. 

"It's private; my land lady lives right there and is super nice. It's older but she's done a good job of modernizing the units. I can just see the ocean from my deck and, surprisingly, it was slightly less expensive than some of the more modern places. Unfortunately, if you're interested, there isn't much turn over but I'll be glad to introduce you. She's kind of connected to a cabal of other private renters and may have some suggestions."

Jillian left to change and Jake quickly showered, shaved and changed into his typical weekend attire, shorts, surf sandals and a polo shirt. He had no expectations of anything other than a pleasant meal and a morning walk with a fellow surfer, albeit, he thought a very attractive one. His answering machine was blinking, it was Laura, his main squeeze back east. She didn't really say anything other than not to call her back in view of the three hour time difference until later. That was typical Laura.

Jillian tapped on his open door thirty minutes after she had left. She was now wearing excruciatingly short, tight surf shorts of her own, a simple cotton tee which showed a bare midriff and sandals. No tats and no piercings, that was a good sign, Jake thought to himself. Her tits were small, probably, Jake thought, barely B cup and her legs were obscenely long. Her sun drenched blond hair was tied back in a pony tail and her shades were fetchingly perched on her head. Jake gave her the quick tour of his apartment.

"Two bedrooms? Do you have a roommate?"

"I did for a while. I actually started living here when I was still on active duty. A roommate certainly eases the pain of the absurdly high real estate costs around here. My first roommate was a slob; my second one fell in love and got married, and still owes me some rent money. After that and after I got out, I just decided to pass on future roommate adventures."

"I love this place and this location! Maybe I can convince you to reconsider your roommate aversion over breakfast." Jillian said, not remotely flirtatiously. 

Coed roommates with whom no sex was involved were not uncommon to Jake's generation. He himself had in fact lived with his best friend's wife while her husband had been deployed. The two had often joked, since they cooked and cleaned together, went out to movies or dinner together and even watched TV together that it was just like being married without the sex. Jake needed to get to know a little more about Jillian but someone to share the rent and utilities would free up a grand a month. Unless she was a complete wack job or just irritating as hell, sub letting was not out of the question and certainly not prohibited in his lease. Then again there was the Laura issue which made him realize that sub letting was probably not realistic.

They decided to walk since the main part of town was only a few blocks away. Jake suggested several good places to eat. The first breakfast place, one of his favorites, had a long wait so they settled on his second choice which was just around the corner.


As Jake and Jillian felt each other out and began getting to know each other, Jake was pleased that she didn't jump to the typical, "what do you do for a living?" Jake enjoyed his work; he had a good job in corporate America with a respected corporation. Jake was simply one of those young men who didn't want to be defined by his work. He would occasionally get together with other young folks who worked for his company and too often they could not stop talking about work things. Jake often worked long hours at his job and didn't remotely resent it but once he punched out he wanted to leave it behind and not let it dominate his social life. Jillian, it seemed, was of the same mind. It would certainly come up but neither needed it to at this juncture.

When Jillian asked him if he was dating anyone seriously, it had not seemed either flirtatious or prying. He briefly told her about Laura and openly mentioned the fact that Laura had plans, as yet fuzzy and undefined to move to California. Jillian had shown only a hint of disappointment. Jake assumed that it was based more on the probable unavailability of a sub let opportunity than on a romantic interest. Jake in no way felt that Jillian was, "out of his league" although she was unquestionably one of the most stunning young woman he had ever spent time with, in spite of the plethora of stunning California blonds he saw every day on his way to work. She was literally almost his height, which didn't intimidate him in the least but might be an issue for her. While Jake certainly had carnal thoughts as Jillian was concerned---she was gorgeous---he was not remotely thinking of her in terms of any sort of romantic or long term relationship.

Jillian had a similar "significant other" story. A guy she had dated in college, an on again off again relationship, some stress in that relationship and the possibility that he might well end up moving to Southern California in the undefined future.

After breakfast the two walked the sunny streets of the picaresque beach town and Jake gave her the run down of all the local spots. They walked back to Jake's apartment and decided to expand the tour of the surrounding area by car. He showed her a couple of apartment complexes with which he was familiar, including one he had previously lived in. The two ended up spending most of the day together. It was easy, friendly and relaxed. They learned that they each had compatible political world views and liked many of the same things. In short, by mid afternoon they had become pretty good friends.

Jillian departed Jake's company as late afternoon approached on the excuse of seriously reexamining housing options. They exchanged cell phone numbers and agreed to meet later for drinks and dinner. Jake returned to his apartment having enjoyed his day immensely and for the first time began to consider her as potentially more than just a friend.

He had forgotten to call Laura. He did so, and predictably, she was pissed. She also dropped a bombshell. She was, "postponing indefinitely" her move to California. Jake was sure that her meddling mother had something to do with it. She said she loved him and missed him but had an opportunity for a promotion with her current employer and at least needed to explore it. She said she wished he would consider moving back East. The call ended with nothing really resolved.

Jake picked Jillian up an hour or so later at her motel. She had donned a simple dress, dressier sandals, a couple of discreet items of jewelry and looked fabulous. Like Laura, she did not seem to wear makeup beyond a blush of lipstick.

Jake spoke as they drove to the city to the South to a club that was popular with his age group. 

"You could have worn heels, if you liked, I'm not remotely uncomfortable being seen with a woman who is taller than I am."

"That's very sweet and observant Jake, but I despise heels and never wear them. I'm fortunate to be tall enough that I don't have to elevate to gain respect at work." She said, mentioning the world of work for the first time.

They parked and walked to the somewhat glitzy club which was a mainstay in the pickup scene in that part of the state. They left after a single drink to get away from the booming DJ and the persistent wait staff.

"Do you go there often?" Jillian asked.

"It can be fun with a group and it's probably the best place to dance in the city. Talking intimately is not possible, so I tend to save it for those situations in which I either really want to dance or am with someone or who's not a particularly scintillating conversationalist. I don't know your views on dancing but you certainly don't meet the latter criteria." Jake said, maybe with a hint of flirtation, but he was being completely honest, which was the only way he ever was.

"I love to dance but I'd much rather just talk...with you." Jillian said, every bit as honestly as Jake had spoken.

And that is what they did, through drinks, through dinner later and during an extended walk along the cliffs overlooking the Pacific. Very easily there hands had joined. Every bit as easily, they kissed and embraced at the base of the long wooden steps which led to the beach. It was at that moment that it became evident to both of them that it was not unlikely that they would spend the night together.

Jake and Jillian returned to Jake's apartment and were quickly in each other's arms, first in the front hallway and then on the long leather coach in the living room. They were unquestionable on the verge of moving to Jake's king sized bed when Jillian made it clear that she needed to say something.

"Jake, I think we both know where this may be leading, I know you have a girl friend and I..."

"She's not moving to California, certainly not now or in the foreseeable future. This would the third time we've gotten to this stage and the third time she has backed out. I'm finally beginning to realize that she never will and I probably need to accept the fact that my relationship with Laura over the years has almost always been as it was convenient to Laura, so in spite of the five plus years that we have been in and out of love..."

"Jake, it would be okay if she was moving out here." Jillian said, and Jake was confused.

"Before you get nervous, as men often tend to do about these things, I'm not looking for a husband; I'm not really sure I'm even looking for a relationship, at least not one with any long term potential. Bluntly, my success in the long term arena is decidedly dismal and now I'm realizing that you've had your trials and tribulations in that area. And I guess it's more my fault than...no, it's not all my fault. It's just that men, a lot of men, have unrealistic expectations. Look, I..."

"Jillian, look, I feel like I've known you a lot longer than, what? A few hours? A long day? This has been very pleasant. I really like you; we have, it would seem, a lot in common. I'm perfectly okay with being friends, if that's where you're going, and I can't even believe I just uttered that line! I certainly find you very attractive and going to bed with you... "

She smiled, chuckled, then threw her head back and laughed. "You're really sweet and, I can see, a really nice guy. Actually, possibly for the first time since we met, we're not exactly on the same sheet of music. I really, really want to be your friend. I have a very shaky record with male friends. But more than being your friend, well, ah, okay girl, spit it out!"

"Jake, I need to be brutally open with you. Jake, look, I love to fuck---I need to fuck. I am decidedly, to say the least, adventurous in that area. Give me your hand."

And with that, Jillian slipped Jake's hand up under her skirt and placed it firmly on her wet, pantyless, little cunt. She then moved his hand down farther as she slid her butt to the edge of the seat. There was the distinct projection of a silicone butt plug just projecting past the tight little muscle of her anal ring.

"Jake, I genuinely hope we can be friends, but, I was physically attracted to you at the beach. I really want to be friends but what I'm really looking for---desperately have to have---is a physical relationship...sex. I'm pretty picky and I don't mess around with attached men---or women---and if the sex is not great, well, then I'd still like to be friends. I'm very discrete and I only have a physical thing with one guy at a time---I'm not into any of that weird swinging or gang bang shit. On the other hand, if you're not too put off by the idea, well, suffice to say, I'm a very nasty little slut between the sheets. I love sucking cock...I love it up the ass, in case you had any doubts...and sex with just a little bit of danger---danger of being caught---turns me on a lot. Obviously, men don't often take a girl like me home to meet mom and I've come to accept that. Just don't take me for granted. If we end up in a physical relationship, all I ask is for honesty. You're a good looking guy and you'll meet that girl that you want to, well, get really serious with and when you do, you and I need to part ways---at least physically---adultery is not my thing."




Jillian and Jake Get Lucky



Jake was stunned and speechless.

Jillian chuckled. "Typical reaction, friend Jake. Let's go to bed---if I haven't shocked you and you're still up for it."

Jake and Jillian moved toward his bedroom undressing each other quickly. Jillian spun around and grabbed him, probing his mouth urgently with her own. She was on her knees with his cock in her hot little mouth in seconds. Jillian stood up, turned around and bent her upper body, projecting her astounding ass provocatively as she placed her hands against the wall. Jake ran his strong hands along her sleek hips, caressing the tight cleft of her ass and reaching around to find her steamy little slot. 

"Fuck me Jake, right here and right now. My cunt...you'll get my ass later. Fuck me hard and fast...don't hold back or get creative. Just ball this little bitch from the rear standing up. Fuck me hard...do it!"

Jake obeyed, instantly slipping his long, fat and very serviceable organ deep inside Jillian's dripping little slot in a single stroke.

"Talk to me Jake...tell me what you want to do to me, tell me how nasty I am, talk to your little cunt!"

"Take that cock you tight little slut...come on beg for it...take it all and take it deep." Jake said, getting into it as he slapped her firm and irresistible butt.

"Oh, yes, that's it, spank me...fuck me...fuck this nasty little slut. Yes! Like that, hard---I won't break, oh fuck, that's a nice big cock, oh shit yes, that's it, oh fuck, I'm going to cum, yes, yes, cum for me Jake, shoot your nasty spunk!"

Jake had been astounded at how quickly she had cum. Just as he was prepared to unload deep in her tight little hole, Jillian, turned around and fell to her knees.

"On my face baby, cum on my face. Jerk your cream on my face, yes, oh, shit, oh, yes!"

And, for the first time in Jake's, life, he shot several impressive strings of his hot sticky goo all over a girl's face. Jillian quickly took his fat cock in her mouth moaning in appreciation as she recovered everything his balls had produced. She then proceeded to remove the gobs of cum from her face and lewdly suck them off her fingers.

"Oh, fuck, that was fantastic! Thank you Jake! I love eating cum and yours is very tasty." Jillian said.

To her delight, Jake was not a man put off by the taste of his own cum and he quickly kissed her, probing her full mouth for the remains of his essence.

Jillian and Jake moved to the bed. Jillian whispered in his ear.

"Look, sometimes, I like it a little rough...you can slap me around a little...no marks, though---even tie me up, if you like. There's nothing you can imagine doing that I don't enjoy. I think you already know I'm a great little cock sucker. I love licking a man's tight little ass hole and I fucking love a big fat cock up the ass. I plan to leave here only after you've stretched my mouth, cunt and ass to the limit---several times. If you've got a strap on, I'll even fuck your shitter if you want me to. Basically I'm going to fuck you out---fuck you so many ways and times that your nuts ache."

Jake was completely taken aback. This was not what he had planned or anticipated. He was astounded at how absolutely perfect she was. The swell of her hips and he long legs were only matched by her exquisite little ass as she spun around, bent over and ran her fingers back through her perfect little pussy. What the fuck. Jillian went down on her hands and knees and crawled over to him like a jungle cat. In seconds his cock and balls were in her delicate little hands. 

"Oh, very nice, you're still hard. Let me blow you until you're close to coming---which I assure you won't take long. When you feel yourself getting close, just face fuck me---I fucking love that dominant-submissive shit! Just ram it into the back of my throat---grab my fucking hair and skull fuck me!" And with that, Jillian had Jake's hard tool in her mouth.

Once again, Jillian gave the best blow job he had ever had in his life. As she gazed up into his face with those beautiful deep blue, wide set eyes it was obvious that she was not only very talented but loved sucking dick. He almost forgot her instructions as he dreamily felt the rise of his impending orgasm. She removed his cock from her mouth.

"You're close big boy---and that is definitely a big boy---a personal record for me! Now fuck my little mouth like I told you to...do it!"

Jake thrust his hard cock to the back of her throat, grabbing her hair for leverage and did what it was obvious they both wanted, brutally shoving his fat cock to the depth of her oral cavity. She gagged; she gurgled; her eyes watered. He could see her fingers buried in her little snatch. He shot a load of cum on her tonsils. She slurped down every drop, holding his cock at the back of her throat as her nimble fingers found their mark and she came seconds later. Allowing his cock to plop from her mouth, Jillian fell back on her tight little ass, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled a knowing smile. Jake joined her and ran his fingers along her slimy slit as he recovered the last vestiges of his own cream from her young mouth with his own. 

"That was outstanding! I might have cum without my own finger help. That was a mind blowing mouth fuck! I love a big fat cock in my mouth...love the hard smoothness...love the taste of cum---and yours is especially tasty! I'm pretty sure that my mouth is just as sensitive as my pussy and ass. Now I know you're a fairly young stud, and you'll be ready to go again real soon, but I recommend you take something. If you don't have any---I do. Cialis, 20 miligrams---good for 36 hours of seriously hard cock! I already know you don't have erectile dysfunction issues. I just want that fat cock of yours to stay hard long enough to satisfy my needs; I need a lot of serious fucking. I'm thinking you're going to need to dick me at least twelve times before the sun come up."


Jake had his own medication; he'd never used it before. He promptly went to the master bed room to stoke his fire. When he came out of the bathroom, Jillian was rummaging through her purse.

She produced a larger than average anal penetrator, lubing up the tip with a bottle of lube from her purse, flopping on her back and inserting the implement in her tightest little hole. To his surprise she inserted it past the widest point in her tight little butt. She would have no problem taking his cock in her perfect little chute, Jake mused. She wasn't done yet. Removing the anal probe she produced a brand new set of anal beads from her purse and handed them to Jake along with a small bottle of Probe.


Jillian rolled back in position, locking her long legs behind her head and fingering her anus expectantly. "Do it baby, put those bad boys where they belong."

As Jake began inserting the string of plastic beads in her tight little hole, Jillian started fingering her nipples, ultimately pinching them until they became rock hard. Jake ran several fingers along her tight little cunt. Jillian began to breath rapidly switching to a low moan as the last bead found its rightful place. Jake soon had four fingers up her impossibly tight little cunt.

"Fuck me with your hand...your whole hand...fist me, damn it. Don't worry if I scream out... That's it, oh fuck, ahggggg!"

Jake's fist was inside the nubile nymph. Fisting had never been one of his fantasies, but when in Rome...He started a slow rotating motion massaging the inside of her birth canal with his fingers and knuckles. Jillian grabbed the anal plug which had recently been in her ass and inserted it in her mouth, biting down on it to stifle a scream. Within seconds he felt her interior muscles contract and she screamed out as her orgasm hit her. He removed his hand and went down on her, lapping up the profuse secretions of her recent orgasm. Her pussy was so damned sweet. She slowly started fucking his mouth with her neatly trimmed little quim. She came again almost instantly.

"God, that was fucking amazing. Most guys don't know what to do when they get there fist inside a little girl's cunt...and the oral expertise was very appreciated. Thank you. I knew this was going to be worth it. 'Got to pee...want to help?" She said as she bounded off the bed and ran into the bathroom. He followed closely behind.

He loved the vision of a beautiful girl sitting erectly on the toilet getting ready to pee. He put his hand between her legs anxiously awaiting the flow as he gently worked her stiff little nipples with his mouth. He was quickly rewarded with the boiling hot stream of girl piss. After she had finished, he began to work her little button with her fingers. There eyes never left each other.

Standing up he took his rapidly hardening cock and aimed it at her precious little cunt. She nodded expectantly. He didn't disappoint her. As the yellow stream bathes her little quim, her own fingers replaced his and the amazing woman brought herself off again.

"Oh that was delightfully nasty, big Jake. I love having my little muff pissed on by a man with a big cock. It almost always gets me close to cumming. You're hard---damned hard. I think my pussy has regained its normal size. Are you ready to fuck?" He was.

He scooped her up in his arms and returned to the bedroom. How to do her...from the front with her long legs smashed up against her little titties? On her hands and knees with that fine young ass waving in the air? Flat on her stomach from behind so he could have perfect access to the anal beads? Jillian already knew what she wanted as she bent over in front of the dresser and presented her perfect little ass for his inspection.

"Let's start like this. I'll be able to watch your face in the mirror. I want it hard and deep...and slap my butt while you're at it."

Jake complied, shoving his oversized fuck tool into her young cunt with a single thrust. She rolled her delectable little buns in perfect harmony with his thrusts. He began to redden her beautiful butt cheeks with his hands riding her like a young filly.

"Oh, that's it daddy! Fuck your little bitch. Make me take that fat cock...all of it! Spank me for being such a nasty little slut. Come on....own this body! Make me scream. What a big fucking cock! Make me your woman! God that's good. Jam me, fuck me...yes!"

After what seemed like half an hour, Jake grabbed Jillian and repositioned her on the bed, face down. As she started to rise to her knees he slapped her ass hard and pushed her down, climbing over her legs, pushing them tightly together and again ramming his long cock into her young pussy. He loved fucking this way, or more accurately, he had always wanted to, as he watched her pert little butt jiggle with each animalistic thrust. He began to piston his athletic hips, fucking her with almost blazing speed and ferocity. 

"Oh yea, this is even better. I'm so fucking close...you are too I can feel it...the beads...pull the beads."

Slowing down to control his tempo, Jake grabbed the string lewdly dangly from her little brown hole and began the slow extraction. He marveled as each bead broke through he tight little anal ring accompanied by a coo and a whimper from Jillian. It was absolutely the most erotic vision he had ever witnessed. She was starting to pant as a glow of sweat broke out on her body. She was grabbing and holding his fat cock with each thrust. As the last bead popped out of her ass, Jillian came with a blood curdling scream. Jake came with a roar, followed by a sob and finally a trembling whimper. 

Leaving his cock deep in her little snatch, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto her side tightly holding her warm young body next to his. It was the most intensely satisfying fuck of his life. He nuzzled her slender young neck in post coital bliss. He rolled her over and kissed her pouty young lips tenderly, then her eyes, neck and forehead. The tenderness surprised Jillian. Love was often bull shit and tenderness with a fuck partner had not been an integral part of her young life. She resisted it. 

"You are one fantastic fuck, Jakebo! God I love having a fat, hard cock shoved up cunt. Thank you for making me your nasty little fuck toy slut!"

Jake laughed and slapped her exquisite bubble butt playfully. She's a tramp, he thought to himself. She likes to fuck and is every bit as nasty, dirty and perverted as you are, or at least as you've always wanted to be. Just another whore, albeit a very comely and talented one. But then again, they were friends, weren't they? Jake was confused but too damned excited to dwell on it.

They explored each other amorously during the short interval required for Jake to recover. On several occasions he could not resist running his hand along and through the tight cleft her superb young ass.

"You can butt fuck me whenever you're ready." Jillian said with a lascivious grin. 

Jillian was soon in her preferred position with her legs locked behind her head and her well lubed little ass hole perfectly presented for Jake's inspection and penetration. Jake spent a great deal of time lavishing attention on her tight little hole with his mouth and tongue.

"That's the biggest one I've ever taken back there. Go slow; let me get used to it." Jake did as he had been asked. He was an anal virgin; Jillian was obviously not.

Jillian was not an amateur. In no time at all Jake was buried up to the hilt in her, tight, hot buttery little rectum.

Jillian had not liked anal sex the first time, back when she had first been forced to do it by one of her college boy friends. It had hurt a lot. She had learned that men came very quickly with their hard cocks imbedded in a young girl's ass. At first, she had found it humiliating. The humiliation was over quickly. Later she had been taken anally by a man who knew his way around a woman's backdoor. He had lavished attention on her tender hole with his mouth---just as Jake had done---and used plenty of lubrication. He had been gentle with her and she had come to enjoy the fullness of having a cock shoved up her tight little butt. Now, it occurred to her, she had come to more than enjoy it---sometimes she even preferred it, with the right man. 

Jillian also knew what few women understood. While to many women, taking a cock up the ass was the ultimate in submission, degradation and humiliation, Jillian knew that once she got a man's cock where it belonged---she owned that cock and the man attached to it. She always made them sodomize her from the front, with the lights on, so that she could watch their faces. As she watched those faces she felt ultimately in control. Hell, she was always in control when it came to men and their cocks. How many men had she provided the ultimate fantasy for? A young, attractive girl who would let them do things to her that few other women---if any---would allow. She knew in a sick way that casual sex with a man, even a man like Jake, with whom she had become good friends, was a poor replacement for the love she had never been able to attain in her other relationships.

She'd never messed around at work; her boss and coworkers had just thought she was a sweet girl with an uncanny gift for reading and writing computer code. She'd never come on to any of the teachers at school or her professors in college. She'd had a couple of short affairs with well heeled business men but never in her own company. She had enjoyed male friends and male fuck mates; Jake might be the first who fit in both categories. Sadly, if history was a teacher, the friendship would suffer if the fucking continued. Certainly anything approaching a tender, affectionate relationship was out of the question.

And now there was this man, Jake, delightfully filling and stretching her tight little back door. He was an astounding fuck; he pushed all of her buttons in the right order. He certainly seemed to know how to make a woman purr; this one was unquestionably one of the very best she had ever had. He'd certainly want to fuck her again and she would let him but that would probably be all he would want to do with her and the friendship would fade.

Jake was in his element. Jillian was the perfect ass fuck, or at least she was the manifestation of all of his masturbatory fantasies. Her toned and talented muscles grabbed and held his long cock at every opportunity. He realized that Jillian was literally the first woman he had ever sodomized and she genuinely loved it up the butt. 

"Cum in my ass baby, that's it...your so fucking close...I need to feel you cum...that's it...oh fuck, yes!"

Jake shot a load of cream deep in Jillian's rectum, marveling as she came almost simultaneously. He'd had no idea how intensely satisfying butt fucking a willing partner could be. As his cocked slipped out of her astounding little ass Jake kissed her gently on the mouth; she responded. They held each other like that for several minutes. She broke the embrace and the mood.

"Wow, you definitely are the ultimate back door man. That was absolutely the best ass fuck I've ever had."

"Well, I have a confession; I'd never done that before, although I've fantasized about it. Thank you for being my first."

Thanks to the Cialis and their mutual arousal, Jake and Jillian fucked several times before the sun came up although they never achieved the dozen mark---but very close. They showered together in the morning; he took her tight little pussy one last time under the warm shower stream.

They made breakfast together then sat in silence eating their eggs, bacon and hash browns. They both knew the rules, or at least thought they did.

"Jillian, I like you. The sex was, well, beyond my wildest dreams. I'd really like to be a friend. What do you say we finish up breakfast and see if we can find a decent wave?"

Wow! I'd have been okay if he just wanted to fuck all day but, other than fucking, surfing is my life. Friends? Sure they were. Could it last?

Jake and Jillian spent the rest of Sunday moving from one spectacular surf site to another, following the wave, as it were. It was understood that she would not spend the night with him; both had to go to work the next morning and she knew she would be in the first day of a new and unfamiliar job. They cooked dinner together. And then they moved to the bedroom again. And for the first time, they made love. It was sweet and tender and quite special.

Oh, my, Jillian thought to herself as they cuddled together after. That was really nice. I could get used to that.

"Jillian, before our friendship evolved to something, well, very physical, I had planned to ask you if you still wanted to sublet my other bedroom, at least temporarily, since I know those temporary motels really aren't much fun. Maybe it's not appropriate now but, well, in any event, the offer is open."

How would that work out, Jillian wondered? Complicated, possibly but it would also be very convenient. She had shared housing once before with a man but she had neither been sexually involved with him with nor good friends with him, it had just been convenience. Considering her current relationship with Jake, whatever it was, living under the same roof might be too much close contact for good measure. She'd have to mull it over.

She was excited as she drove to her new workplace the next morning. This was a significant promotion for her. She would finally be doing what she had been trained to do and felt she had a real talent for doing. She would be responsible, at least on the systems side, for a major, even landmark integrated system. She would be part of a team of talented people and it would be their job to design a radical new way of doing business. The digital part of the system, the computer interface, would be her responsibility.

"Jake! You're in bright and early. Big day ahead, huh?"

Jake and his boss worked well together and had become good friends. Jake had come to the company several years earlier with a top notch education and hands on experience in logistics in the military. Jake had been promoted to Vice President quicker than anyone else had. His boss, a Senior Vice President, often joked that he expected to be working for Jake in a few years and in truth, he knew it was probably not just a joke.




Jillian and Jake Get Lucky



Today Jake would meet for the first time with the entire team. He knew most of them from within the company. There had been several late additions from outside the organization who had specific expertise critical to the success of the project. This was going to be a big deal which might well determine the company's fortunes. While his direct boss would still be in the picture, Jake would be dealing directly on no less than a weekly basis with the company's executive suite. For the next few months his regular duties would be covered by his boss and another peer while Jake devoted 100% attention to the task force results. If he did well he would certainly become a senior VP sooner rather than later. 

He took a deep breath as he prepared to enter the conference room that would become his second home for the next few months. He knew that he had been chosen to lead this effort not only because of his superior knowledge but because he was viewed as possibly the best in the organization at team efforts that can often be plagued by competing egos and agendas. He'd learned the finer points of leadership watching his dad at a tender age as he would occasionally accompany him to work during the summers. 

He'd been viewed as a natural leader through high school with an innate ability to get people to work together toward a common goal. He'd been the captain and quarterback of his high school football team and had been very involved in student government in college. His experience and training as a military officer had further refined his innate talents. This would be his greatest challenge and the stakes were substantial. While he knew he was younger than several members of the group, he also took pride in the fact that he was respected and appreciated at every level of the organization.

It was also helpful that he had learned to play poker from his mother at an early age. That, coupled with his military training enabled him to stifle any reaction when he looked around the conference table and viewed the couple of unfamiliar faces. One in particular was not unfamiliar; her name was Jillian Sanders, he knew before any introductions were made. Her face showed an instant recognition and reaction, hopefully unnoticed by the rest of the group since all eyes were on him. She quickly regained her composure. As was traditional, Jake introduced himself and asked each attendee to do the same and tell the rest of the group a little about who they were. When it came to Jillian, Jake sat in rapt attention, since he really knew nothing about her work experience or about her education.

Jillian rattled off her impressive educational credentials. She had BS in computer engineering from one of the top three or four schools in the country. An MS from the previous year's NCAA national football champions in system design, arguably the top school in the country in that field. Significant work experience leading all the way back to part time high school endeavors and employers since who were recognized by all in the room as giants in the field. Her previous job had included second seat in designing a significant business system which was, in fact, the model which had been chosen for development of his company's logistics system. She had also been the lead designer on a number of lesser known projects for Fortune 100 corporations. When she completed her brief summary of her qualifications, there wasn't a skeptic in the room in terms of her ability or credentials.

"When I'm not crunching code, I love to surf. It's, ah, virtually my only hobby or vice. While I was attracted to this company because the project in question is one I have some degree of expertise in and fascination with, in all honesty, if you were headquartered in Nebraska I probably would have passed." Jillian quipped, which provoked a hearty laugh throughout the room.

Jake briefly reviewed his own credentials after everyone else had done so. "Okay, this is an intimidating group! You're universally bright, experienced and highly educated from top schools. I may need to run down to the CEO's office and ask him if he' sure he still believes that I'm qualified to lead this task force. All I ask is that you all try to speak very slowly and in single syllables so that I don't get too confused. I'll' try to keep up. On a more serious note, I'm simply the facilitator here. Seniority or title get's left at the door. No one in the room works for anyone else in this room, including me. I generally despise hackneyed sports metaphors but I know you all recognize that this has to be the ultimate team effort. Our coach, the CEO and founder, has outlined his expectations for a game plan and we need to execute it by coming up with the performance he expects of us. I'll manage the game clock and keep the ball moving down court or down field depending on your perspective but we live and die as a unit. Obviously, if we screw up, my head will almost certainly be the first one on the chopping block. I'll be evicted from my apartment, end up a homeless drunk, aimlessly roaming the streets or sleeping in an appliance carton---and you'll all have to live with that on your conscience."

Those that knew Jake also knew that he was, intentionally, underplaying his own credentials. It was that very self deprecating style and humor that had won him universal respect within the organization. Those that did not know him quickly recognized this aspect of Jake's style and appreciated it. They took a short break to refresh their beverages of choice. Jake took the time to chat with the new faces ultimately ending up next to Jillian.

"A great surfer and a computer genius, who would have guessed?" Jake said.

"Thank you for not adding any details about my other proclivities." Jillian quipped.

"Jillian, do you see any reason why our personal relationship might negatively impact out ability to work together? Before you answer, I don't. I think we both made it clear that work is work and what occurs outside of work doesn't cross the company's welcome mat on Monday morning. You are unquestionably the most qualified person remotely available to handle the digital side of this project. I'm not sure it would succeed without you and it would be impossible to find even a mediocre replacement for you in view of your credentials."

"Jake, while we may need to reevaluate and even modify our personal relationship in view of events, I'm on board 100%. I really appreciate that you cared enough to ask."

"Great! Let me get this gaggle focused."

In reality, Jake was becoming an even more interesting man in Jillian's eyes. Her only regret was that she had chosen to show him her slut side so early in their relationship. After her short exposure to his business acumen and leadership skills, she saw Jake in a different light and found him extremely impressive. He was someone she could respect in the work place and had no doubt that he would show her---and everyone in the room---respect in return. Under different circumstances might the two of them have had a chance for a real, long term relationship? Quite possibly, she thought to herself but men weren't likely to take slutty little fuck toys home to meet mom and dad. Oh well, the sex had been great, she had already decided that she wanted to fuck him in the future, she enjoyed being his friend and was confident that working with him would be very rewarding and enjoyable.

Over the ensuing weeks the whole project might well have fallen apart had it not been for Jake's superb organizational skills. Egos and tempers flared and disagreement abounded. Miraculously, by the end of a month, they were on track and slightly ahead of schedule and the participants had universally developed respect for each other and even become good friends. The group often got together for drinks and dinner. Jake clearly set the one nonnegotiable rule---no work talk after work. Some who had grown up in corporate America dragging work into social gatherings had the most difficult time adjusting but soon came around. Jake was pretty sure that several had become very good friends away from the office and that some of that good friendship had led to sex. He had only had to counsel one couple to keep separation between on duty and off duty and they had quickly adjusted their behavior.

Jillian took Jake up on his offer to sub let his other bedroom with some trepidation. They surfed together often; they also fucked frequently. It was often delightfully nasty but increasingly included episodes that were very tender. Jillian stopped fighting the tenderness. She also began to enjoy their activities together that were reminiscent of an old married couple, whether it involved cleaning the apartment and doing laundry, shopping for groceries, cooking dinner or simply lounging together on a Sunday morning doing crossword puzzles. While she kept her things in the second bed room, she kept her body in Jake's bed every night.

They had fights and disagreements but they worked through them. Jake was a classic, "win-win" person who wouldn't let anger simmer or build to a point of doing damage. Of course, the makeup sex was sublime.

The project continued and moved even more ahead of schedule. The group's excitement was palpable as they all began to realize that they were going to produce something quite remarkable. 

Jake and Jillian had unquestionably become a couple in every sense of the word. One night as Jillian began to realize that the task force was within a couple of weeks of completing their assignment, Jillian picked a fight with Jake. Much later she would come to realize that her actions were fueled by the recognition that their work together was almost over and uncertainty as to where that left them as a couple. She had thrown something at him and retreated to the other bedroom. She had awakened after midnight intent on getting something cold to drink from the kitchen. She had found Jake curled up on the floor outside her door. Her anger had vanished and all she wanted to do was hold him and be held by him. He awakened and they held each other together, still sitting on the floor.

"I'm sorry, Jake, you didn't do anything wrong. I was just being a bitch, it's just that..." She trailed off.

"We're almost done with our project and you think that means that you and I are almost done?"

"Good old Jake, as usual he cuts through the crap and gets right to the core issue."

"What would make you think that that's the way it has to be?"

"Come on, Jake, you're about the most special guy I've ever met. I don't think I've ever had a better friend. The sex, is well, great. That's the core of the problem. There's no future for the two of us. I'll always be a nasty little slut in your eyes not someone that you could ever..."

"Fall in love with?"

"Exactly."

"Are you cheating on me?"

"You know better than that."

Are you planning on it?"

No, never, you know me better than that."

"Yes I do; the question was almost rhetorical and I'm trying to make a point so hang with me."

Jake got up and went over to the DVD player, inserting a disk that he had not viewed in several months.

"Now we're going to watch porn together! Well, not exactly. I'll just speed through some of the high points. Jillian, when I met you this DVD represented the most poignant moments in my sex life. I dated and I got laid but, increasingly the abject nastiness on this, my favorite DVD, became an obsession. I used to jerk off three times a day watching this damned thing. I was sure that I'd never meet a woman like the ones in the video. And then I met you! And as far as my own sexual perversions were concerned, you exceeded my wildest expectations. And you are right. After that first night together, my thoughts ran along the line of, 'what a delightfully nasty little slut, Jillian is'. Those thoughts were also tempered with the realization that I genuinely enjoyed your company when we weren't having sex and that I would have given up the sex, albeit, regretfully, if that was what I had to do to still have you as a friend."

Jake continued. "I love watching you ride a wave; I could watch you for hours. Then you had to show up smack dab in the middle of my task force and in addition to being a fucking genius, you demonstrated day in and day out your commitment and an uncanny ability to get 100% out of everyone you work with. You moved in. Living together seemed so, well, normal, right, as it was supposed to be. So what am I trying to say? I respect you as a friend---certainly as a surfing partner. My respect for you in the work environment is, well, absolute. You are bright, funny, interesting and I miss that more than you can imagine when you're not around. So, let's cut through the crap and get down to that one word which seems to scare you silly...love. Certainly respect is a big part of people loving each other."

"How can your respect..."

"Hush, you saucy wench! You'll get your chance. Look, what's a guy, or a woman for that matter, looking for when they think about love? Somebody who views the world generally as they do, has similar interests and tastes---and when there is disagreement it's not substantive. Respect...respect for ones intellect, the way they treat others, their ethics, honesty and values..."

"But, how can a man respect a woman..."

"I'm going to take you over my knee if you keep cutting me off!" Jake quipped, and then continued. "So! Let's summarize. Are we damned good friends?" Jillian nodded. "Do we respect each other, not only work related, but, each others honesty, ethics, the way we treat others?" Jillian nodded again. "Have we, for the most part, been able to live here together in this decidedly small apartment pretty damned enjoyably for several months?" Jillian nodded. "Do we see the world through similar eyes, enjoy many if not most of the same things to the point that it's almost scary how often we seem to read each others mind?" Jillian again, nodded.

"So, dear heart, what exactly is your problem? Right this second, and this is the guy talking, I consider myself the luckiest man in the world. You're my best friend, I love being with you, I respect you---and then there's the fact that you just happen to be one delightfully nasty, adventurous, creative and exciting piece of ass. I have to believe that a lot of people have fallen in love---and gotten married---with a hell of a lot less going for them. So what am I missing? Before you answer, I fell in love with you months ago and I can't imagine another person on this planet with whom I'd rather spend the rest of my life."

As Jake had gone through his almost clinical evaluation of their relationship, her own analytical mind was on track until his last statement; it was that statement that shook her so much that she began to tremble and then broke down sobbing in Jake's arms.

"Oh, Jake, I don't deserve a man like you...you could never..."

"I know I said it was your turn, my apology. Let me inject a quick hypothetical. If we were married, would you feel the need to, what's the word, stray?"

"Of course not! I told you the first day I met you that, regardless of my strong sex drive, I don't cheat and I don't fool around; I'm decidedly a one man woman with or without a piece of paper to make it official."

"Do I satisfy you, sexually?"

"Sex with you is perfect---better than anything I've ever experienced."

"Yea, same here, so I ask again, what's the problem? Is what a husband and wife do sexually anyone else's business?"

"Oh, Jake, you're talking about things that I don't have much experience or success with...love, marriage...I'd always be afraid that you would look at me and be thinking..."

"Thinking, that you are the most wonderful, funny, kind, sweet, caring, amazing woman in the world? That you are the best friend I've ever had or ever could have? That you are astoundingly bright, accomplished and way beyond brilliant? That I respect every fiber of your being? Well all of that would be enough for me to say, 'I do'. Add to it that I can't keep my hands off you and I'm pretty sure the earth does move when we fuck? Well that's just the icing on the cake, I'd still want to spend the rest of my life with you even if you weren't a delightfully nasty little fuck toy."

"Oh, God, Jake, this is almost too much for me to deal with. I believe you...I desperately want and need to believe you....but..."

"Okay, I understand. Come to bed. We've got a huge day tomorrow. We have the initial presentation of out last few months of work."

Jillian joined Jake back where she desperately wanted to belong, in his bed...their bed. And they made love more tenderly and gently than either could recall. As she drifted off in Jake's arms she finally accepted the fact that life without Jake would be empty and horrible. Of course you're in love with him girl, she mused, now it's time for you to let him love you, let him be the first and only man to capture your heart. Let go, dammit, have faith that it can and will be real. 

The initial presentation went off extremely well. Jake ensured that each key player became an integral part of the presentation to the executive suite, introducing each presenter and then letting them strut their stuff. This too had always been Jake's style, be humble and even self effacing and be damned sure that your people get the recognition they deserve. The CEO smiled a knowing smile, fully recognizing that this young man would go far and intent on ensuring that he didn't get away.

Over the ensuing weeks as the participants fed real data into the system and debugged the minor glitches all knew that it worked, even exceeding the original design requirements. They'd hit a grand slam. They soon had the beta up and running, continuing to tweak the design until the day Jake called them together and spoke.

"My sense is, enough! As much as I know we're all going to miss this daily collaboration, I believe we need to remove the beta label and throw the switch. Does anyone disagree?" No one did.

The original team fanned out across the country over the next few weeks to train and educate the corporation's other locations. It became evident to all in short order that the system exceeded everyone's expectations. Several members of the task force would soon return to their previous jobs, particularly the more senior ones. Most would receive either promotions or substantial bonuses. 

Those that had been brought in from outside specifically for the project assumed that they would be blowing in the wind and began to circulate resumes. Several made it clear that they wanted to move on, not because they didn't respect the company and enjoy the people but because they viewed themselves as project innovators not as day to day managers. Several were vigorously courted by senior management based on Jake's recommendations and decided to stay. And then there was Jillian. Jake sat with the CEO and COO late one afternoon to discuss the subject.

"I've felt her out on her future goals. She's a brilliant designer and right now we don't have anything for her to design. Simply managing an existing system or even the IT function in its entirety would be a waste of her exceptional talent and intellect. At the same time, it would be tragic to lose someone with her abilities, not only as a designer but as a creative team player who makes all of those around her perform at the limits of their capabilities."

"What if we did have design projects in the mill?" The COO asked. "Look, Jake, we're getting a lot of attention over this project throughout our industry---throughout the business community. The board had suggested that we consider expanding our plate in view of our almost unique success in putting something of this caliber together internally. We'd set it up as a separate, wholly owned subsidiary, but such a move would also allow us to retain those folks that are more project than day to day oriented. Could she handle that?"




Jillian and Jake Get Lucky



"Without question! She is a tremendous consensus builder. Her abilities go far beyond intellect and design talent. I do need to tell you that Jillian and I have a relationship that is decidedly personal and far from a secret but I hope you know me well enough to know that it wouldn't cloud my judgment. I also know you've already received glowing reports on her contributions from the other folks involved."

"How personal, Jake, and tell me to go to hell if I'm prying?" The CEO said with a smile.

"Not at all, although I've haven't shared my thoughts with anyone else. Oh, hell I'm madly in love with the darned woman on more levels than you could even imagine. In my heart I know the feeling is mutual. Jillian's track record in affairs of the heart is rocky so getting her to believe that we should spend the rest of our lives together has been a challenge. I'm still working on it. And that's probably a lot more information than either of you wanted!" Jake said with a grin.

"Well, the spin off would be a separate company, reporting to the board, so there wouldn't be anything remotely inappropriate about the head of that new business unit dating or even marrying our new Executive Vice President."

"Pardon me?"

"You heard me. Interestingly, your current boss, a Senior Vice President, who will now report to you, indicated he didn't remotely have a problem with it and had long ago predicted it. The other SVPs are equally enthused. Congratulations! How do you want to deal with Jillian on this issue?"

"Let me talk to her and simply indicate that you guys have a proposition you'd like to pitch to her without providing any details other than that it would involve design."

"That'll work, but don't delay. We'd like to nail this down tomorrow---early."

Jake found Jillian doing some last minute paper work; they often rode to work together, making no attempt to hide the closeness of their relationship.

"What do you want to do now, Jillian, career wise, since this puppy is pretty much done?"

"You know I can't stay on. I'm a designer, I need new challenges and simply running something day to day wouldn't be my cup of tea."

"I don't want to get bogged down in details this evening, but the CEO wants to pitch an idea to you---tomorrow. I sense that it might be something you could get your arms around and enjoy. All I ask is that you keep an open mind and hear them out."

Jillian started to laugh. "It is, sometimes so strange the way you and I communicate on different levels depending on the moment. Easy, comfortable banter when we're just being friends, like an old married couple when we're doing laundry together, different still when we're looking for a wave and then, of course very different when we're...having sex. And now we're having a business chat. I continue to be amazed at your ability, and mine I guess, to separate all of our respective roles out and make it work."


"I guess we're just pretty special people!" Jake quipped. "Maybe it means that we found each other one morning on a sunny California beach for a reason?"

"Oh, Jake..."

"Jillian, do you love me---are you in love with me, not just as a friend but really in love with me?"

"Yes."

"Thank God! Progress!"

Jake, it's just that..."

"Look, girl, in case you missed it, I love you and I'm in love with you. In case you also missed it, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I'm not going to change my mind. You know what? You're going to come around and I'm not going to give up on you or leave you or whatever it is that other people have done to you. I'm here. I'm yours, my heart is in your hands and you are not going to shake me or chase me away. Don't answer, just take the time to search your heart and I know you'll find the truth."

That evening was very much about just being friends. The night which followed was very much about being in love. Jillian knew that her walls were tumbling down and her fears were fading. Still, the next morning as she entered the CEO's office her own insecurity, at least as far as love was concerned, were still controlling her actions.

The CEO interviewed Jillian but spent most of his effort selling her on the spin off. She had assumed he wanted her in a staff design role. When he dropped the bomb that he wanted her to run it---and the board had already approved her—she almost fell out of her chair. She said yes. The job he had proposed was a natural next step in her career and one she knew she could handle.

The CEO was not done. "Jillian, congratulations and thank you for saying yes. I was starting to feel like a high school kid trying to get a date for the prom there for a while. Now, I'm going to meddle where I have no business but when you get to be my age you get to take some liberties."

The CEO continued. "Jake is the finest young man I've ever met. His contributions to this company since the day he stepped through our door have been spectacular. Keep it under your hat until I make the formal announcement in a couple of days, but he's been promoted to Executive Vice President, reporting to the executive suite. On paper, you will report to the board but in day to day things you'll essentially report to the executive suite also."

The CEO continued. "Jillian, I need your personal help in dealing with an issue that, if unresolved, might, I fear, adversely impact Jake's ability to assume his new responsibilities. Bluntly, Jillian, the boy is hopelessly in love with you; he actually told me---and the COO---that last evening. He seems pretty sure that you feel the same way about him. Do you?"

Jillian nodded.

"I know of no two people within this company family, or anywhere else, for that matter for whom I have a higher regard than the two of you. It goes beyond that to genuine affection. I care about your futures, professionally and personally. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that you two belong together and that you each have an incredible ability to make the other one happy. All I'm asking is, if he get some wild idea about asking you to be his wife, which I sense he has hinted at with you before, I'd consider it a personal favor if you'd look inside your heart and give serious thought to answering in the affirmative. It's just a suggestion, not an order. Okay?"

The CEO got up and hugged Jillian as he would hug one of his own children. "I sense in your young eyes that somewhere in your life, someone, a man probably, has hurt you deeply. This one never will. Go with your heart this time; you can trust him with it forever. I'm absolutely sure of that."

It was in that hug that Jillian let go, and finally admitted what she had denied for too long. She wanted to tell Jake. But she couldn't find him. His secretary said he had stepped out to run an errand. She called home. She tried his cell. And as she sat in her own office, head in hand, crying softly, he was there.

"Things didn't go well with the CEO?" He said, concerned.

"They went very well. I said yes to his offer." Jillian said, gazing into Jake's eyes.

"You were crying."

"Happy tears, baby, very happy tears. Now that you are here everything is just fine." Jillian said softly. "Are you really, really, really sure?"

"Sure that I love you? Sure that I want to spend the rest of my life with you? Sure that I want us to be husband and wife? Not a doubt in my mind on any of those counts."

"Then try again. Ask me again. Ask me to marry you, ask me to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Well, what a coincidence! I guess I timed my little errand almost perfectly." Jake said, reaching into his pocket and removing the ring that would be symbol of his love and devotion. 

Sliding the ring on her slender finger, Jake said the words that were in his heart, words he had so desperately wanted to say for a long time to the woman he so desperately loved. 

And she said yes.



Jillian & Jason



Jason stepped out into the darkening October sky, feeling a slight chill go down his spine as he zipped up his jacket. He had lived in the northeast all his life, and yet the drastic drop in the temperature that inevitably took place each fall still managed to get to him a little bit each year. He looked at his watch. It was 7:52. Reluctantly, he slung his bag of books over his shoulder and started his way across campus, already cursing himself for skipping class the day partners were chosen for group presentations. 

Fortunately for him, he figured that by starting early enough on the project, he'd be able to get the work done with or without the help of his partner, who he had already assumed wouldn't be much help. It wasn't that he minded working with Jillian, she was fun to look at, but her work ethic left something to be desired. They knew each other from mutual classes so she wasn't a stranger. The stories of her taking full advantage of her sorority's deep files on various classes were rather well known within the communications department.

He himself was no saint, having taken advantage of his status as the captain of the school's baseball team to fudge his way out of more than a few assignments. However, when it came to classes within his major, sports communications, he felt it necessary to put forth the full amount of effort. So, it was with reluctance that he made his way down the sidewalk, only the sounds of a few other students making their way across campus, and a few stray leaves crunching beneath his feet. 

Another breeze blew across campus, forcing him to zip his jacket up a little bit further over his chest. He pulled his baseball cap down, barely giving his dark green eyes enough room to see the street in front of him, and completely covering his short dark hair. His relatively slender six foot, two inch frame filled out his jeans and his t-shirt under the jacket nicely, and he quietly reminded himself to get up early in the morning to go for a run after blowing it off to work on the project. 

After running all of these things over in his head, the project, his workout, his lack of patience for Jillian, who he barely knew, he looked up and surprised himself by realizing that he was already standing in front of her off campus house. It was her suggestion that they work there because they would have more space and be away from the general congestion that came with working in an on-campus lab. Making his way up the steps, he gave a few quick taps on the door and waited, turning his back to the door, watching traffic crawl down the street. 

After a moment or so, Jillian answered the door, wearing a tight pair of jeans and a form fitting t-shirt that was partially covered by an unzipped hooded sweatshirt. Jason caught himself noting how well the outfit showed off her ample curves. She was only about five and a half feet tall, with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, and pale blue eyes. In the background Jason could hear the radio playing, and a few lights on in the living room. It was a house she shared with two of her sorority sisters, and was relatively spacious, with all of the bedrooms being upstairs, and a living room, dining room, and kitchen downstairs. 

"I was starting to wonder if you were going to find the place" She smirked, taking a mock peek down at her watch as she stepped away from the door to let him in. 

"Sorry" Jason cracked, lowering the bag from his shoulder onto a couch "I didn't realize you lived in a different area code from campus"

"Anyway" She huffed, plopping back on the opposite couch, her laptop already open on the coffee table "Let's see what we can get done tonight, and soon, I have a chapter meeting at 10."

"Awesome. This should be fun" he said, sarcasm dripping from every word. He sat himself down on the couch, fishing in his bag for his notebook. Unzipping his coat and setting it aside, he looked up to see her glaring at him. 

"Listen" she said sternly, her eyes almost slicing through him. "I'm not a fan of doing this project with a partner either, but I also have other things to do, so we'll just both have to deal, won't we?"

He bit his tongue, gazing back at her from under the brim of his hat, "No, Jillian, you're right, we both need this grade, so let's just make the best of the situation." He had told himself just to be the bigger man, and avoid arguing with her to keep things moving. 

So far, it was working. Her gaze finally softened after a moment, and she set her pen down on the table. "You're right." She said. "I apologize, I shouldn't have snapped, things have been totally crazy since I got social chair for the sorority."

He shrugged, shaking his head, reaching slowly into his bag for a pen, "It's not a problem, I get like that too, between school and ball and everything else." He sighed, looking back up at her, "Alright, so what are we doing this thing on?" The same day that partners were assigned, topics were as well, so he got no input into that. 

She giggled a little, sounding almost childish "Well, since the class is Gender Communication, obviously we needed to look at doing something regarding how men communicate with women. I figured since you were a jock, I'd pick something you'd be comfortable with, so we're doing it on male athletes and their relationships with women, you know groupies and stuff like that. I was amazed, there was a lot of research done on the subject, so it shouldn't be too hard" She grinned with the satisfaction of someone who had done more work than she knew her partner expected. 

He just shook his head, not sure how to react to this statement. "Listen, you must be thinking of the pro athletes, I'm just a college guy, we barely travel anywhere, we don't have groupies, so I don't know why you think that would be high on my list of things to do a presentation on."

She just gave a little laugh, her eyes showing a little mischief now "Come on Jase, like you haven't thought about what it would be like to have a girl in every town you guys play in." Her gaze lowered a little, "or at least a girl in every sorority house on campus."

The comment about "a girl in every sorority house gave him pause. He leaned forward on the couch a little, shaking his head, "I'm sorry if that's what you think of me, but it's not the case, we're not all like that."

She pushed a few strands of hair from her face, resting her hands on her lap, then clapping them together, "No, I know you aren't, I'm just busting your balls, let's get to work."

He nodded, shifting forward on the couch to look at the laptop as she turned it sideways, almost unplugging it. "Here, she said, just sit here so we don't have to keep jacking the computer around."

Jason complied, sliding off of the couch, settling back down on the couch next to her, accidentally letting his leg brush hers as he sat, trying to get a good look at the screen. Jillian made no effort to move away, but didn't react either, instead choosing to point out a few statistics on the screen. 

"You can see here where more than 60% of the athletes that were interviewed admitted to some degree of infidelity." She stated matter-of-factly, pausing to look at him. " Why do you think that is?"

He sighed again, rubbing his hand over his eyes. This was becoming more and more trying. He looked at the clock. It was 8:17. He took a deep breath, and replied, "I don't know Jillian, probably because men, when presented with a can't miss sexual opportunity, will jump all over it."

An odd smile crossed Jillian's face, her full lips upturned slightly as she tilted his head, evaluating his comment. "I guess you're right." She replied. "I guess I never really thought about it in those terms." She stood, smiling down at him, stretching her arms above her head, arching her back slightly, her firm full chest straining at her t-shirt. "I'm going to grab a beer, want one?"

Jason shrugged, "That's cool, One won't hurt I'm sure." He looked around the room as she slipped out to the kitchen, noting that it was rather quite in the house, especially for a house with three girls living in it. She returned with two open bottles, taking a moment to lean over him and set it on a coaster on the table. Her hair brushed against his cheek as she leaned down, and he caught himself inhaling her sweet scent, and finding it much more alluring than he expected it to. 

She stepped back around the couch, moving to settle softly back into the cushions next to him. Their legs touched each other's again. She had removed her sweatshirt, and now was wearing only a t-shirt. After a brief moment, she ran her hand back through her hair, tucking it behind her ear, then turned to him. 

"So, what were we talking about? The fact that guys will take any opportunity that comes their way?" She stated bluntly, staring him right in the eye. Her face couldn't have been more than a few inches from his. 

"Well," He started, suddenly searching for words, "there's more too it than that, Jillian, I mean, at least for me, there needs to be some level of interest, you know?" He wasn't sure where this conversation was going, but he wasn't about to stop it. She had placed her bottle on the table and had turned to face him, her leg still resting lightly against his. 

"Sure, I know what you mean, but then, I'm a girl, I don't just throw myself at anyone." She stated plainly, her voice dropping a little, letting a hand slide off of her lap to his knee. Starting again, Jillian queried "and for some reason I don't understand, I have this sudden interest in you, can you explain that to me?"

Jason found himself surprised by the directness of her questioning. He looked at the clock. It was 8:39. Pausing, he turned, realizing again how sweet and innocent she looked right now. He bit his lower lip and he began, "Listen, Jillian, I'm flattered, really, and I think that it's probably because we have known each other for a couple of years now, without ever really knowing each other. I'm kind of feeling the same way though, to be honest." He surprised himself even with these words, but he could honestly say that she had impressed him more than he had expected, and not just with her body, not that he could tear himself away from staring at it. He gathered his breath, "Listen, you're very attractive, but I'd just want to make sure of things that's all."

Jillian laughed slightly, then pulled her hand away before standing, "Listen, Jason, I understand, I'm not asking you to get married or anything like that, I just find you very attractive and interesting, that's all." She paused, then commented, "hang on, I hear my cell phone ringing, I'll be right back." With that, she turned on her heel and jogged upstairs. 

Sighing, Jason leaned back into the couch cushions. He paused for a moment, ran his hands over his eyes, and his mind raced. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about how she looked, her words, her demeanor. Jason wondered if he was making a mistake passing on this opportunity, especially considering how hot she looked right now. He looked at the clock. It was now 8:52. He wondered what he should say, how to act when she came downstairs again. Girls were such a mystery.

Jillian solved the mystery for him. 

There wasn't much to think about. 

She descended the staircase again, this time having shed a lot more than a sweatshirt. She crossed the room wearing only a white lace bra and skimpy thong. The lack of clothing revealed a well-toned body, bronzed from thrice-weekly trips to the tanning bed, and a small silver loop hanging from her navel. She strode wordlessly across the room, standing before him, hands on her hips. Her nipples were already taut, and slightly peeking through the white lace. A smile crossed her face. This one wasn't as innocent. 

"Well," she said breathlessly, "Here I am Jason, yours for the taking. What do you think?"

Jason was speechless. What could he say? He let a few words fumble around in his mouth, unable to coherently form a sentence. Finally, he sat up, touching a hand lightly to hers, not quite pulling on it, managing a thought into words, "amazing Jillian, simply amazing."

She giggled, sounding even more like a little girl now, "Good, I was hoping you'd say that." Smirking, she leaned down, "one problem though, Jason."

"What's that?" He replied.

"Those clothes, they've simply got to go. I'm sorry." She said playfully, kneeling down on the couch, pulling at his t-shirt, pulling it from his jeans, pushing it off over his head and throwing it to the side. Without arguing, he leaned up as she moved for his jeans slowly undoing the belt, loosening it, then drawing down the zipper, pushing them to the floor, forcing his socks off with her feet. This left him in only his boxer briefs, sitting before her. 

"Well, that was quick." He deadpanned. "Good to see you don't waste any time."

"Jason," she mocked, "I told you I have a chapter meeting at ten, so I don't have time for games." With that she slide onto his lap, straddling him, pushing him back against the cushions of the couch. Her arms slid around his neck, linking her hands behind him, placing her lips to his for their first kiss.

He didn't fight it. He couldn't, nor did he want to. His hands went instinctively to her hips, grasping them lightly, sliding them up her sides as the kiss deepened. He parted his lips with hers, expertly taking her tongue against his, feeling the soft curves of her lips on his. Pausing, but only momentarily, he moved his hands to her back, then her shoulders, enjoying every inch of her skin before letting them play in her hair. 

A soft moan escaped her lips as his hands teased over her skin. She could feel the tingles as she arched into him, wanting him so badly already, her hands moving to his shoulders, then gliding down his firm chest, pushing her tongue wantonly into his mouth, wanting to taste him so badly. She could feel the wetness growing between her legs as she started to rock her hips instinctively over his crotch.

He felt her rocking against him slightly, amazed at how well her body fit to his, even in this almost fully upright position. Jason's hands traveled down her back, wanting to free those breasts from their final confines once and for all. He unclasped her from behind, pushing the straps off her shoulders and tossed it on the pile with his shirt and jeans. Taking his hands up her torso, he mimicked her movements on his chest until he reached her nipples, taking each between her thumb and index finger, teasing them lightly. 

Chills went down her spine as her nipples sprang to attention in his tender grasp. She moaned lightly into his mouth, never breaking the kiss, grabbing his hands with hers, reaching and placing them both firmly on her ass, thrusting against him, pushing her full chest against his, letting her nipples graze across his skin. 

Finally breaking from her lips, he turned his attention to her exposed neck, gently locking his lips on it, inhaling her sweet scent. His fingers trailed down her spine gently, his mouth finding her shoulder, and then moved back to her neck. He hooked a thumb inside the waistband of her thong, his voice low and rough from the quickening of his breath, "God, Jillian, you're so hot. I have to have you now."

Her body ached for him now, her hands caressing once through his short dark hair, pressing her mouth hotly to his. 

"Jason, seriously, I can't wait anymore either." With that her hands went between them, taking her boxer briefs in her hands, pulling them down quickly. He lifted his hips, helping her pull them off. She stood and tossed them aside, grinning at him. Her gaze went invariably to his thick length. It was at full attention, and seemed to almost beckon to her. She licked her lips and slowly drew her thong down from her hips, kicking it into the pile. 

It was now his turn to stare. She was neatly trimmed, with only a small patch of light brown hair in a neat strip just above her moistening mound. Biting his lower lip, he reached to her, his voice low, almost a groan, "Seriously, Jillian, come here, I need to have this right now."

She giggled, slowly moving back into a position with each of her legs outside of his. Her voice reduced to a sultry whisper, she breathed into his ear, "I'm so ready for you right now Jason, please, let me have you."

Testing her words, he gently took his finger and ran it along the length of her slit, feeling a growing wetness there. He paused, drew the finger to his lips, sucking it lightly into his mouth. His voice was low as he savored her sweet taste on his finger, "Yes, I think you are ready Jillian."

Jillian laughed, then reached down, took one small hand and guided it along the length of his shaft, grinning as she looked into his eyes, "I think we're both more than ready, so let's stop talking about it." With that, she pushed her lips back onto his tightly, grasped his thick head, and gently eased it between her moist lips, twitching slightly as it's thickness stretched her initially. It's been far too long, she thought to herself.

Jason wasted little time enjoying the moist wetness of her folds. He arched his hips, feeling his thickness push fully into her, groaning as he did so. His hands found her taut backside, gripping it tightly, biting his lower lip as he broke the kiss and gazed up to her face, loving the contorted look of passion on it. Gripping her rear-end tightly, he moved his lips to hers, and kissed softly. 

Her breathing turned rhythmic now, as she reached her hands behind him, gripping the back of the couch, using it to rock against them. They seemed to move in rhythm now, their bodies working in unison towards a mutual pleasure. Soft moans escaped her chest by way of her mouth, and her eyes flitted shut, pushing herself forward to tease her nipples on his chest again. She pushed her hips down, making sure that she had his full length now enveloped by her moist sexpot. She bit her lips, taking one hand off the sofa, moving it down between her legs. Gently, she found her nub, teasing it gently against her fingers, easing it back and forth, curving her hips to allow his shaft to glide against it.

Jason felt her hand travel between them, knowing what she was doing, feeling her find her sweet nub, he moved on hand to her shoulder, gripping her and forcing her down on all the way on his length. He groaned as he did this, pushing up against her, feeling the heat between them growing, the sound of their skin meeting over and over again filling the room. 

She moaned softly, feeling his hands roaming about her, the pleasure rippling through her more and more now. The struggle within her began. She wanted to cum so badly for him, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing her could get her off. Leaning to his ear she moaned softly, her voice filled with lust, "Jason, I'm so close baby, s-s-so close." It was almost a squeal at that point. 

His own thoughts were becoming blurred by the passion, her words spurring him to arch up against her even more strongly now, his hands gripping her ass tightly. Finally, he moved one to the back of her head, cupping it gently. He pulled her ear to his mouth, his voice very low at this point, "Jillian, I'm so close too baby, I want to fill you so badly."

With those words, combined with the constant stroking of her nub, and the fullness of him with in her, she took away the choice from herself. Jillian threw her head back, gripped his head, pulled it to her chest, and moaned his name loudly as she came. The waves of pleasure ripped through her, her hands slipped to his shoulders, her nails dug into the skin there as she held herself down on the full length.

Her orgasm came so quickly that it almost startled him to the point that he didn't finish with her. As her hips rocked so wildly against his, Jason felt his own orgasm tremble within him. He braced himself against Jillian's chest, moaned loudly, and began the sweet release inside her. His body arched against her as he moved his hips in time with hers, each pump from his hips bringing another wave of his sweet cream inside of her. 




Jillian & Tessa



Jillian had been great friends with Tessa. They were inseparable and probably best friends. If Tessa didn't already have an apartment across town, they would have been roommates. But since they regularly stayed overnight at each other's place, it was like they already were. Jillian was petite, with short wavy black hair. She envied Tessa, who was tall, gorgeous, and had long, straight auburn hair. Jillian knew men checked them both out, but maybe they checked Tessa out more!

She was expecting Tessa for dinner. Jillian always loved cooking, and cookbooks were her weakness. So every now and then she'd follow an interesting recipe and make Tessa her guinea pig. Most of the time it turned out great. Of course, the few disasters were always made better by Tessa. She'd cheer Jillian up or make jokes or pay for dinner. Best friends 'til the end! Jillian had just finished when she heard the doorbell.

She rushed to the door and opened it. There was her supermodel-quality friend. "Tessa!"

"Hey, girl! I'm not late, am I?" She reached out to hug Jillian.

"No way. I just finished." Jillian hugged Tessa tightly and showed her in. They went into the dining room, where the plates were already set up. Jillian served her new creation, mini beef Wellingtons with rosemary potatoes. It was a big hit with her buddy. Soon they were in the living room, sipping on some supposedly good-year wine.

"That was fantastic, Jill. I mean, one of your all-time best!"

She laughed and drank more wine. "You're just saying that. It's not as good as that chicken cacciatore I made last month."

Tessa shook her head. "Babe, I love ya, but that cacciatore wasn't your best. But this was awesome. If you were gay, I swear I'd marry you in a heartbeat."

Jillian always knew Tessa was bisexual. She made little jokes like that many times. Jillian never got offended or minded. Usually she'd joke back. "Hey, if you could cook, too, we'd be a couple." They laughed a little. They went over their week, glad it was the weekend. After a long discussion of work and family issues, Tessa grew quiet. "Hey, Tess, penny for your thoughts."

She smiled and shook her head a little. "Nah, it's nothing, sweetie."

"Hey, now, since when did we keep secrets? Best friends 'til the end, right?"

"It's just silly."

She sat next to Tessa and patted her knee. "What kind of friend would I be if you couldn't tell me anything at all?"

"Promise you won't get mad?"

Jillian crossed her heart like little kids always did. Whatever it was, it probably wasn't anything horribly wrong. Tessa always told her the really bad stuff quickly.

"Jill, honey... for a long time I've had the biggest crush on you." Jillian was taken aback. She never thought much about Tessa's flirty jokes, but apparently it was more than that. "But, hey, I know you're straight so I never acted on them."

Jillian was a bit shocked. She never thought that would be Tessa's little secret. Then she realized she still had her hand on Tessa's knee. She looked at her, eye to eye. "Well, honestly, I'm flattered."

Tessa raised her eyebrows and cocked her head. "You serious?"

"Yeah. Face it, some gorgeous Amazon goddess says she has a crush on me. Anyone, male or female, has to be flattered if someone like you said she had the hots for them." She smiled. "You did say the hots, right?"

Tessa giggled a little, sounding relived. "Oh, yeah, the hots."

"Um, can I ask you a question, since we're being so honest and all?" Tessa nodded. "Do you, uh, ever, um..." She didn't know how to ask such a personal question.

Tessa grinned. "You asking if I play with myself and think of you?" This time Jillian nodded. "Yeah, sweetie, I do. Kind of more and more often. In fact, pretty often lately. You're a hot little thing." Jillian felt her face and neck getting hot. "Jill, you're blushing!"

"I can't help it! But, hey, if you ever want to, you know, do it here, that's fine. I've always wanted to masturbate with a close friend."

Tessa winked at Jill. "Be careful what you wish for. Maybe you'd be surprised."

"Would you be willing, Tess? The thought of us both playing with our pussies might be fun. Even for a straight chick like me!" Tessa lowered her head. She said that may not be the best idea in the world. When Jillian asked her why, Tessa said she had a bigger secret. One that may break up the friendship. "Tess, nothing will break us up. Tell me what's wrong."

Instead of saying, Tessa stood up. She turned around and removed her shirt. Then she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her skirt and panties. With no warning, she pulled them down. Jillian had to admit to herself that she actually enjoyed Tessa's bare back and ass. She had a great shape and one terrific toned butt. But when Tessa turned around, Jillian was beyond shocked.

Tessa had a penis.

No mistaking that.

She had seen her share of dicks, but never on a girl. Her eyes couldn't seem to leave that part of Tessa's body. It was a fully formed dick, no question about that. "You're... you... oh my God..."

"Yeah, I'm pre-op transsexual."

Jillian continued to stare at the shaft hanging between her best girlfriend's legs. It was a beautiful, wonderful cock, but it was on a girl! She didn't know what to say or think.

"Look, Jill, I'll get dressed and go home. You don't have to call." She reached for her clothes.

Jillian couldn't speak or move for what felt like hours. But she gathered enough energy to shout, "No!" Tessa jumped and dropped her clothes. She stood straight up, frowning, her head lowered. "Sorry for shouting, Tessa. Don't leave. Please. Please stay here."

"But you're not comfortable with this. I can tell."

"No, honey, it's... it's a shock, that's all."

Tessa sighed. "First I tell you I have a crush on you, then you find out I have a penis. Maybe I should leave."

Jillian swallowed. Her voice wasn't working, so she could only muster a whisper. "No, don't." She slid off the couch and onto the floor. She got up on her knees, which put her in front of Tessa. "No, please don't go." She let her instincts take over. Her hands started sliding up Tessa's legs. They were so soft and smooth. Tessa took good care of herself. She caressed the toned muscles, moving her hands up her best friend's long legs. As she ascended those lovely legs, she moved over her thighs. Soon she had her hands on Tessa's firm, round ass. Something made her kiss Tessa's hip. "Please don't leave, Tessa."

"I won't, Jill. I won't go." Her voice was quiet and shaky.

Jillian gently massaged Tessa's ass, watching her dick swell. It grew long and thick. She put one hand on her balls and massaged them, too. Tessa gasped. Jillian felt a hand lightly rest on her head. She already knew what she wanted to do. She watched Tessa's cock grow to a beautiful size, pointing outward. Jillian kissed from the base up to the glans, and then let the head pop into her mouth. Tessa gasped again, her knees almost buckling.

She put her hands on Tessa's ass. Slowly but surely she put half of Tessa's cock into her mouth. For some reason, she marveled at the feeling of such an erection in her mouth while holding such smooth buttocks. Looking up, the view was completely different. She was used to seeing a man's flat chest and face, but now she saw fabulous breasts and a beautiful face looking down on her. Her pussy started getting creamy. She felt the moisture quickly building!

As she sucked on her girlfriend's cock, she saw Tessa's nipples swell. She reached up and gingerly took a tit into her hand. Lightly pinching the nipple between two fingers, she felt it harden. Tessa's dick was throbbing in her mouth. It was now wet with Jillian's saliva, letting her lips glide back and forth. Jillian had sucked her share of cocks, but for some reason this seemed to turn her on so much more. She looked at Tessa's face. She was looking into Jillian's face, her eyes half closed, and she had a little smile on her face. She looked so gorgeous. Never before had Jillian experienced such a lovely view.

Tessa gently took Jillian's head and tried to ease her away. Jillian moaned, fighting it. She was loving this new feeling. But Tessa smiled more and said, "Jill, baby, I want to fuck you. I want to feel what it's like to be inside you."

Jillian thought she'd come at hearing that. Slowly pulling away from Tessa's cock, she let it fall from her lips. "Only if you promise to let me give you a full blow job some time!"

"I promise. If I didn't need to fuck you so bad, I'd be in heaven, coming inside your mouth."

Jillian stood and took Tessa's hand. She led her into her bedroom and quickly took her own clothes off. Getting into bed, she awaited her friend. Seeing Tessa standing there, her pert breasts and massive hard-on for her, drove her crazy. She reached down and rubbed her pussy. It was already so moist. Her fingers teased her labia, sending little jolts all over her.

Tessa took her cock in her hands. Jillian watched her slowly stroke herself. She couldn't take her eyes off Tessa now. Here was her best friend in the world, who she'd always considered the most beautiful woman, standing next to her bed, naked, with a penis! And what a glorious penis it was. She hadn't seen such a wonderful dick on most guys she'd been to bed with. It was a long, thick one. And she was going to have it.

"You don't have to stroke it, sweetheart. I'm waiting for you to slide inside me."

Her breathing quickened as Tessa approached. She tickled Jillian's pussy with her fingertips, and then tasted the dew. She moaned and smiled. Then she held her dick and touched the tip to Jillian's slit. They both gasped slightly. "You sure you want this, Jill?"

"More than anything. I've never been more turned on than I am right now. Please fuck me. I am so wet, because I want you inside me. Right now, I'm yours."

With a gentle motion, Tessa slide her glans inside Jillian, who inhaled sharply. Her eyes fluttered as Tessa penetrated her. Her cock spread her open and entered her. She moaned as she glided inside Jillian. They looked into each other's eyes as more and more of Tessa's rod entered her pussy.

Jillian was on fire, every nerve firing now. Her pussy was being opened by her best friend. She held onto her hips, pulling her closer, feeling her cock enter her. Tessa's body was so soft, and it just turned Jillian on even more. Slowly Tessa penetrated Jillian, and then finally her entire penis was inside Jillian. Her hands moved over Tessa's smooth hips and to her ass. She licked her lips and said, "Fuck me, baby, fuck me, please."

Tessa smiled and pulled her hips back. Her dick withdrew from Jillian's pussy. Then she slowly pushed back, starting to fuck her best girlfriend. Jillian wrapped her legs around Tessa's, smooth legs touching other smooth legs. They both felt heat emanating from between their legs, feeling each other's heat adding to their own.

They both started breathing deeper and a little faster. Jillian was holding Tessa's butt as she started pumping in and out. Her own hips rose to meet the taller girl's, and she was pulling Tessa each time. As Tessa fucked her, she let one hand rise over her hip, to her tapered waist, and up her back. She'd never fondled a girl like this, but it felt so right. She felt Tessa lower herself, and soon Jillian was in heaven. They found a good rhythm, and soon they were slowly making love.

Jillian started caressing the back of Tessa's neck. Gently pulling her, she let their lips touch. She immediately opened her mouth for a deep kiss. Kissing each other, they felt their breath on each other, lips pressed together. Each woman felt she was the lucky one, fucking such a lovely creature. Their naked bodies intertwined, best friends fucking each other. Her naked, smooth body pushing against another naked, smooth body. Right now, there was nothing more natural than two gorgeous women making love. Both felt right, as if they had waited for ages for something so wonderful to finally happen.

Their breasts were also touching, and Jillian could feel Tessa's hard nipples pressing into her own tits. She had never fondled another girl's tits, but now was her chance. Cupping one of her friend's breasts, she held it for a few seconds. This was a new feeling, holding another woman's breast. She massaged it, then held the nipple between her index and middle finger. Tessa moaned. She started massaging her tit and nipple, all the while being fucked so well.

Jillian could feel Tessa's erection fucking her pussy. She had spread Jillian's pussy open, her large cock rubbing the inner walls of Jillian's pussy. She was so aroused, having such a beautiful penis inside her, her gorgeous girlfriend's body atop her, and being fucked like never before. It was almost too much.

"Tess, honey, I'm... I'm gonna come."

"Go ahead. I want to feel you coming on my dick. Please, baby, come for me."

She let go. Soon her pussy was spasming, milking Tessa's cock. She tried pushing her hips into Tessa, but she couldn't. She was coming too hard to do anything but grab Tessa's round ass and pull her into her own hips. Tessa groaned, almost a yell, at this feeling. Jillian's pussy was doing wonders to Tessa.

"Oh, God, Jill, I'm almost there."

"Squirt all over me. I wanna see you come, sweetheart."

Tessa rammed Jillian a few more times, and then withdrew. Jillian quickly took her cock and started stroking. Her own pussy dew served as lube. Her hand slide up and down Tessa's shaft. Tessa loudly yelped, and her hips jerked forward.

Jillian held her girlfriend's dick as it erupted. Thick white cream shot forth, forming a line all the way up to her tits. Spurt after spurt landed on Jillian's body, making white lines on her skin. Tessa was panting hard, holding onto Jillian's legs. All too soon, the juice began dribbling out. Jillian continued jerking Tessa off, the come pouring over her hands and onto her mound.

Tessa lay next to her friend, who was licking the cream from her hands. Tessa licked some of her come from Jillian's pussy. They then kissed, sharing the sticky fluid. Jillian was rubbing some of it into her belly, and Tessa helped by rubbing it into Jillian's tits. 

"You know, Tess, I think I have a crush on you, too."

"Glad I told you about it!"

"Now I have to teach you to cook."

"Why?"

"Remember what I said? So we can be a couple."

"Oh, Jill. I'm sure we can teach other a lot of new things."



Jillian at the Dorm



{This is a reprint of the same story I'd taken down for some time. I'm re-submitting it in a edited version (mostly grammatical) in hopes that I remind people who enjoyed the Jillian stories (Jillian's naked mile for ex.) of the characters in the story. I do this because I plan at least another story with her as the leading character. I also have an idea for another "Natalie and the Neighbor" series if anyone is interested. With that, I say, enjoy!} 

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Hi, I've been reading the adventures of Jillian along with many of you (Jillian's naked mile, Jillian at the office etc). My name is Darla. I'm Jillian's sexual mentor. I lucked into the relationship, really. I mean, who would guess you'd find such a full fledged and willing sexual slut right in your own neighborhood. I've been pushing her sexual limits ever since. She never ceases to amaze me. I've pushed those boundaries hard too. She's been up for all of them, regardless of the inherent humiliation and embarrassment they no doubt cause her. I think I found the things that drive her crazy sexually and I continue to push her.

I was her, almost a mirror of her, years ago. Someone took me under his wing and showed me my own dark side and for that I've always been much obliged. I took it upon myself to show Jillian the same things. It was never easy. In fact, I don't think it's supposed to be easy. The harder you are pushed, the more you are made to do, the more you come to understand yourself and what you are. She is learning what she is. She's not there yet. She still comes home after each adventure giddy, telling me all her thoughts and feelings and I have to smile. Yes, I remember those feelings well. And, I also remember the many ways I tried to deny the total nature of these feelings. Jillian is there, at that point. In fact, that's the story I am about to tell you. How, even after all she's done, she still has a part of her that fights and resists that which she is. She's a slut, a submissive slut that lives for the use and humiliation that brings. I doubt this story would ever see the light of day if it were up to her, since it gets to the heart of who she truly is.

As is my habit I let Jillian cool down after her last slutty sexual episode at the beach. Oh, we talked at length about it all and I used her wonderful tongue and mouth to get me off time and time again while we both relived it all in our heads. It still tickles me to hear how surprised, yes, shocked she is at her own behavior. I think that when it's happening to you, when you are right in the middle of it all you can't see how clear it all really is to someone like me. Once I figured her out, there's nothing she's done that has surprised me, unless it was when I thought she'd do even more. The more I push her to do, the more she learns. Though, sometimes you really need a big breakthrough to get there. I think she is like a wild filly with one last kick in her before she breaks. I wasn't really sure what that one thing would be. Certainly being used by multiple people didn't do it. Sex with a woman didn't do it (though I take every opportunity, just to be sure!). She got off on the humiliation as well, I wasn't sure just what buttons there were still to push. I happened upon the answer in one of our post sexual dalliance discussions.

I could tell she was pushing me towards something. She never knows what it is herself, but she figures I do or that I'll come up with something. I was pumping her for information, clues, anything that might lead me to an idea of how to further her education as a slut. We were past the ordinary. Other than just temporarily filling the void (so to speak) all her day to day sex things were just that, ordinary to her. She was still letting her next door neighbor fuck her frequently but I could see her boredom when discussing that. She loved talking about her past when I'd ask her about it. It would always come back to her college exploits, most notably the episode in her brother's dorm. I could see the fire in her eyes every time she mentioned it. It was one of those moments in her life where her fantasy life started to force its way to the forefront. 

She mentioned this in a previous story but to recap, she was at a party in her brother's dorm. She wound up in a closet and she sucked off a few college boys. Her brother knew about her wild streak from her high school days. He apparently helped by sending guys to the closet, guys he felt he could trust. I could see her juices flowing every time she'd mention it. It obviously was a big moment in her life. It no doubt opened her eyes for future things. The first time she told it to me I remember asking her if her brother was involved in any way, other than herding a couple of his friends her way. She said no. Then, I asked her if, with the professed state of horniness she was in, if she'd have also done her brother like that. The very first time she was honest, she blushed and said yes. I don't think she even remembers telling me that. Without fail, every time she has told it to me since, there's no mention of that fact. She barely mentions her brother's part in it at all. I find it cute every time she does it. I believe this episode crystallized her fantasy of multiple oral partners. She's almost obsessed by it, if you read her last story, Jillian on vacation. She also has a particular fetish for younger men (though many are, she's only 28 herself). Most specifically she digs that college age, say the 18 -22 crowd. I think she also had this planted in her head during that one memorable episode. She's embarrassed by it. I liked that. I could work with that. I saw an opportunity. And, funny how things work out, there was a chance to make it work.

My nephew goes to the same small college Jillian and her brother went to. It's a small local one. My nephew Josh is a junior there. He and his friends have tried for a couple years now to get me to come to one of their parties. I've had them over in the summer for barbeque and pool parties. I've always been the "cool aunt" to Josh and there's no doubt his parents have told them all about me and to avoid me at all costs. Josh's friends have lusted after me, some of them since junior high. It was cute, but I've passed the desire for gawky guys barely out of their teens for the most part. They'd go crazy over a sexy slut like Jillian, however. I could make it happen. That wasn't all I was interested in making happen though. This would take quite a bit of planning, along with quite a bit of luck. Josh had called me recently. He reminded me of a big homecoming blowout they have at the dorm every year. I'd blown it off for two years, but not this year. I made sure he and his friends knew I was coming and that I was bringing a friend. I can only imagine what he and his friends thought, with my background, along with what his parents had probably told him about me. I knew it didn't matter what they'd think of me, only what they'd think of Jillian.

I pressed Jillian about details of her college experiences. She knew I was sniffing at something and although she didn't know what, she did her best to encourage me. She was hot for something and the more we talked about the dorm, and those days, the more excited she seemed to get. Turned out her brother was kind of a big deal back in those days, which, was only five, six years ago. He was a popular student and well known athlete, a lacrosse player. He was a resident assistant in the same dorm as Josh, which is not all that surprising since the school only has one dorm for the men and one for the women. I knew I'd need Jillian's help for this. 

I told her that I'd accepted Josh's offer to his homecoming dorm party. I told her I'd like her to come with me. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. I knew she knew this was going to be another adventure, she just didn't know what. I told her about the homecoming party. She was excited by the thought of returning, though I wondered how much of the excitement was for seeing her old school and how much was for returning to an old sexual haunt. She told me her brother asked her to go back pretty much every homecoming but that she'd never done it. When I asked why she was vague. I suspected it was embarrassment over her exploits. 

I casually asked if her brother was returning as well and she said, "Of course, he never misses those things."

I found out that he attends several different parties along the way. One for his athletic team, some academic thing and the infamous dorm party which, I gathered was a highlight. It also was his last stop, she said. She mentioned that he usually doesn't even bother showing up there until midnight, when the party was in full swing. Now I had an inkling of a plan. For Jillian, it's about the humiliation. She might think it's about the use, the sex, but mostly, it's about that thing in her brain that gets stimulated whenever she gets embarrassed sexually. Now, you may already have guessed what the plan entailed and yes, I planned to include her brother. My thing is to push her limits, push her to where she wants to go. I couldn't say whether or not she'd want her brother involved at all, a little, or a lot. However, just knowing that there's some unresolved issues there was enough for me. I'd make her choose, as I always did. She always has chosen according to her nature. At worst, I figured it was a way for her to relive one of her old fantasies, maybe with some more controlled twists, thanks to me. 

For what it's worth. I went in thinking that her brother could at least be used to keep her safe, if things got out of hand. I already had Josh and his friends there, however, and I knew I could wrap them around my pinkie if need be. I'm a slut too, remember. It has never been difficult for me to use sex to control things. I finally got back to Jillian about the party. I asked her if she was cool with going to the party with me.

She giggled nervously, "I'm excited, of course, but also scared. But I'm always both, when it involves you."

"Good, because as you may well suspect you aren't going to be just some tag along wallflower at this party, not if I have anything to do with it," I said.

'I know," she said softly. "I can't wait."

"You live for this stuff," I said, beaming.

"You know I do," she said, averting my eyes, "you've always known."

"And you are ok with whatever I have planned?" I asked in seriousness.

"Well, I don't know what you've planned," she smiled softly, "but if it's like every one of your other plans then hell yes, I'm more than ok with it."

"Good, you'll have choices, dear. You won't be doing anything you can't say no to."

She was comforted by that. I left her alone for the next week and a half. I wanted her beside herself with that wonderful lust and anxiety of it all. I drove down to the dorm a week early and had Josh show me around. He was also sniffing at what I had planned. Obviously, he knew of my sexual background from his parents. It was funny, walking around that dorm. Me, in my late 40's, being followed by Josh and his friends, like ducklings following their mother. I caught them constantly looking at me. I helped them out by wearing a nice revealing top. I still have quite a sexy cleavage, if I don't say so myself. Perhaps my jeans were a bit too tight as well, oh well, I was just fanning the flames. I took note of all the places the party was to happen. It was basically on one floor, save a game room down in the basement. I smiled when I saw Jillian's infamous closet. It was basically a mechanical room with an electrical junction box and some mops and brooms. I had to laugh out loud when I saw the graffiti on the wall that was still there, buried under newer years of scrawls, "Jillian Dewey sucked cock here." I'd make use of this place again. There really weren't areas in the main floor where one could have sexual games going on without people in the rest of the area being able to see. I guess that's how she ended up in the closet in the first place. Josh told me about all the drinking games that go on and the dancing. 

Then, he kind of blushed and said, "and then there's the really wild stuff." When I pressed him he said, "you know, sex and stuff."

I laughed and thought, "Son, you have no idea what stuff really is yet." He might find out soon enough, however.

The night before we were to leave Jillian called me. She was anxious, on edge. It was just the way I like her beforehand. I told her to wear something that she would've worn to a party in her college days. Something that she would try to get laid with. Something that she knew might be coming off at some point. She asked about underwear, as she always does. I told her that yes, wear underwear. In fact, wear the sexiest underwear you have. I figured some of these boys have never seen anything other than white panties. I also told her to wear her red wig. She'd used it on occasion for flings when she didn't want to be recognized. I think she was happy that she'd keep some kind of anonymity.

I knew that Jillian would fuck any and all of the guys there, if I wished it. For her though, it's more about the humiliation, the mental fuck of being used in just a certain way. I wanted to twist and tweak that part of her brain until she melted into a puddle. 

She showed up at my house in a plaid dress, with a slit up the side. It was school girlish yet more sophisticated. She had a white blouse with ruffles that was loose on top, with plenty of cleavage showing. There was a good view of the pink lacy top of her bra. She could see I was pleased. She chattered on nervously the whole drive down to the campus. She was pumping me for information but I just laughed it off. I loved seeing her like that, the incredible build up of excitement before the explosion.

I made sure we didn't show up early. I wanted the alcohol to be flowing freely by the time we showed up. Lowered inhibitions, that's what I needed. I never saw so many college boys eyes bug out as I did when they saw us enter. I took pride in the fact that many of them were ogling my tits as well as the much younger Jillian's'. Boys that age lack subtlety. They barely lifted their eyes off my cleavage the whole time they talked to me. It was amusing when I'd catch them and watch their faces turn red. There were plenty of college girls there too, dressed way more provocatively than I'd have, at that age. Kids sure do grow up fast nowadays.

I made Jillian mingle. No one there but Josh seemed to recognize her as Jillian, Tyler's cock sucking sister. She knew it was my nature to make her advertise. I saw several lucky guys start to touch her on the dance floor. Typical guy moves, the hand on the back, then sliding it down to the lower back, then, trying to move down to the ass. She casually brushed some away, until she saw me frown at that. They became emboldened by her new lack of resistance. She always came back to me flushed. She was excited, there was no doubt. I'd built her up and now, among men the age of her most heated fantasies, she was ripe for something, anything. In the meantime I was brushing aside Josh's friends left and right. They wanted to talk (to my breasts, apparently) and they tried to get me to dance. I told them, I only dance at my weddings. Upon hearing that, one of my more drunken suitors dropped to his knees and proposed to me. I had to laugh. I'd get mine later. This wasn't about me. I wanted to make sure Jillian was used properly before I could take care of my own lust.

Josh was lamenting that the party was slow, that there weren't enough people here yet. I smiled. "You need to advertise." 

He just shrugged and said, "I thought we did, though it always gets hotter around midnight, some of the big shots start coming then."

I said, "I think I can help you out." I called Jillian over and whispered what I wanted her to do. She turned red. I love how she can still turn red over simple things. I took her and Josh and headed to his room. I told Josh to make a sign on a piece of paper and in bold print, write, "Party at Reynolds dorm, come dressed as you are." Under it, I had him add, "very little cover." He eyed me quizzically but wrote it down. Jillian started to guess what was coming, I could see her eyes flicker with that beautiful sexual apprehension she gets. I told her to strip to her underwear. She hesitated. All the while Josh's mouth was agape. I just gave her a stern look and that's all it took. She was now standing in front of us with just the cutest pink bra and panty set you've ever seen. The bra was sheer, not quite see through but nearly so and the panties were cut so that a generous portion of her ass cheeks were visible. 

I told her, "I want you to walk the quad, the four blocks. Go slow enough so people can read your sign." 

I'd scoped out the turf on my previous visit. It was just a block down, across, back, and then over. It would take her past some of the apartment buildings which the students rent and also past a small strip with a pizza place, a bar, and a small restaurant. Jillian's face was darker than her underwear. 

I told her, "You get moving or I'll make the color of your ass match your panties. She hustled out the side door. Only Josh and I saw her leave. His eyes were glued on her ass the whole time.

I nodded to him. "Go ahead, you can follow her, just stay back a ways, let her do her thing." He nodded in excitement like a new puppy and took off after her. I felt better about that. If it hadn't have been for Josh, I'd have had to do it. "I'd have to pay him back for that later," I thought.

While she was gone I found an interesting girl to talk to. She was kind of a wild child, a hippie from the wrong era. She had golden curly hair all puffed out, almost in an afro. She had a couple visible tattoos, both cutesy with an environmentalist flavor. She was totally rapt by the stories I was telling, mostly risqué and at least semi-autobiographical. She seemed disappointed when I got up to welcome Jillian back. Josh had showed up first. 

"Awesome," was all he said as he went past me, panting. Jillian came in behind him. She had some red marks on her ass as well as a few dollar bills stuffed in her bra and panties.

"Nice," I laughed, "Made a little money on the side, did you?"

She lowered her eyes and said, "that was wicked, even for you. Half the campus saw me. It's Friday night, if it wasn't for Josh I 'd have had a pack of them follow me here directly. Many of them got their hands on my ass, as you can probably see." 

I pulled her close to me. "But, I'll bet you are wet right now, aren't you?" I put my hand over her mound through the thin material. "Damn, that's hot," I said.

"Yesss," she hissed.

"Good, put your things back on and come back in, when you are ready."

I went back and resumed my discussion with Rebecca, the hippie chick. For those of you who haven't read Jillian's previous stories I have to point out here that I'm not a lesbian. I have had a lifetime of sex with men and have loved just about all of it. However, on a few choice occasions, like with Jillian, and with a former domme, I've enjoyed a woman's touch as well. I noticed Rebecca hung on my every word and was inching closer to me on the couch. "Interesting," I thought.

Jillian came back into the main area. Josh took special notice. Josh had told me a few things about Jillian's brother, Tyler. He was good looking, built like a quarterback and had the arrogance of one as well. He was well liked, but he was always the alpha, the top dog. Josh and the others liked and respected him, but they always knew their place when he was around. He had first dibs at everything, including the women at the party. 

I pushed Jillian back out on the dance floor with a number of horny guys. She only returned to get a beer or to rest for a second. She whispered to me on her latest return. "I've got about a half dozen offers already to go to their apartment or to their room here, what should I do?"




Jillian at the Dorm



"Well, I had some ideas, but if you'd rather do that, you can."

She shook her head vigorously no, "no no, I'd rather do whatever you planned, I'm sure that will beat anything they have in mind." That let me start with my idea. "Tell you what," I said and reached into my purse and pulled out a deck of cards. "Have them write down what they'd want they think you'd want them to do to you." She shot me that look, the, "are you kidding?" look. I shook my head no, that I wasn't kidding. "Have them do it in one sentence. Tell them it's a contest and that I'll pick the winner and he'll get to do whatever it is."

She knew better than to argue, she was lost in her own lust. I gave her six cards. I figured, that way, she could choose the six she'd prefer, without letting her know I was allowing it. I saw her handing out her cards. She was in full crimson embarrassment. She didn't look them in the eye. Several of them were dancing with her prior to getting their card. I could see their hands under the slit of her skirt now, they were taking far more liberties. Still, she managed to pass the cards out rapidly, always with a glance or a point my way, no doubt indicating I would be the judge of the winner of this contest. I'd had this planned as best I could, but the main part of it would depend on circumstances outside my control. Still, even without the big payoff, it might quench some of Jillian's fire, if just for a little while. She came back shaking. I noticed she was a bit tipsy as well, she seemed even more horny when she was like this. 

I thought, "Good, she'll need that." 

Rebecca was now sitting right next to me, her thigh was touching mine while we talked. There was something familiar in her eye. I knew that look right away. It was the look I have, when I look in the mirror. It's the look Jillian has when she looks at me. Rebecca was totally wrapped up in my bawdy stories. Every time I'd mention how, "I'm sure you'd never do anything like that," I saw a quick blush and then a, "I'm not so sure about that" look. Well, damn if she isn't a kinkster too. I could sense that. Even if she wasn't experienced, everything in the way she was acting and responding told me so. 

"Wow," I thought, people with that need just seem to find me.

I lost Jillian for a bit while Rebecca seemed to move in even closer. She was rubbing my shoulders now. Jillian came back. I could see her panting, her luscious chest was heaving.

"These guys are going to take me out on the dance floor if something isn't done soon," she gasped.

"Good, they are ready then," I said calmly. I excused myself and took Jillian aside. "Go get the cards from the six guys, I hope you picked well. Do not look at what they wrote, I'll be watching you. Then, meet me over in the corner," I said, motioning to a slightly less populated area of the room. She hustled off. "God, I love her enthusiasm," I chuckled.

She came back with the six cards. I could see some of the guys looking our way as Jillie and I talked. I sent her away. I read the cards to myself. "Fuck me all night," "make love to me," "Fuck me hard," the first few read. "Blah," I thought, such lack of imagination. However, this contest was rigged from the start, the winner was not to be any of the six of these anyway. I motioned her back over. She bounced in with excitement. She was ready for a good hard fucking, I knew that. That would have to wait, for now. I told her I picked a winner. I told her her fate. I said, go back and tell all of them I picked a winner. The rest will get a consolation prize, since they were all so helpful. She told the six and I could see the excitement in their faces. I smiled, they won't be so disappointed in "losing" I surmised. Jillian came back excited and giddy. 

"Well, who won?" she asked with lust.

"You did," I laughed. "Come on," I said as I tugged her towards the end of the hall. "Remember this place?" I said after stopping in front of the closet. She just grinned while her eyes were lit with a fire from within.

I led her in. I made her strip to her undies again. "You won't be needing these for awhile," I said, and I took her clothes. I noticed quite a few looks from the main room as I made it back to the main area. I just walked past, with a skirt and blouse in hand, nonchalantly. I tossed them in Josh's room. I also noticed Rebecca taking long looks my way the whole time. I quickly walked up to the first guy I recognized from the six. I whispered in his ear. I told him two things, and warned him not to forget either. I handed him a marker. He didn't ask twice and he took off down the hall. I saw the closet door open and shut quickly. I went to another guy. I told him what I told the first one. He headed that way himself. I waited for a bit. I noticed the other guys eyeing me suspiciously but they seemed reluctant to approach. "Silly boys, " I thought, a real man would be taking what he wanted. But I was glad, for our purposes. I saw the first guy stumble out of the closet. The second guy went in before the door closed. I told guy three and four. They hustled down the hall. They were forming a line. I hoped she'd see the line when the door opened, I knew she'd appreciate that. It was funny to watch, they were waiting in the hall outside the closet, trying to act as if nothing was amiss, all the while they were laughing and punching each other in the shoulder. Guy two came out, in went guy three. I sent the last ones to join the lineup. Guy three must've lasted all of 45 seconds because he came busting out with a red face. The other guys hooted on him big-time. The rest of the party was starting to take notice. I broke into the "line up" much to the chagrin of the three still in line. 

I just smiled, "Patience boys, patience."

One of them asked, with interest, "are you going to take her place?"

I laughed, "Son, I haven't had sex with a 19 year old since I was, hell...let's say, much younger than I am now."

I cracked open the door. "How are you doing babe"? Jillian was rubbing some of the cum into her breasts that had been wildly sprayed on her. She just looked up with that glazed slutty look.

"Fine," she moaned.

Suddenly it looked like my plan might come undone. Josh came hustling to me. "Tyler is here," he said, panting.

"Fuck," I thought, "he's too early."

Still, we were too far into it. I decided to wing it. I had told Josh to let me know when he arrived. I also told him not to tell him his sister was here, and from what I could tell, no one else knew it either. 

"This could still work," I thought. I motioned for the guys to continue and the next guy ran past me like he was running from the bulls at Pamplona.

I went back to Rebecca. She was increasingly interested in the goings on. She had a look of wonderment on her face, it was probably obvious what was going on, even if she hadn't seen Jillian go into the closet. I just smiled, "are you sure you want to know"? She nodded quickly and firmly. I just smiled back. "We'll get to that, hon, give me some time." 

I watched Tyler circulate around the room and I could tell why he was popular. He was handsome, his features were chiseled, his muscles were in all the right places. He was casually mixing and laughing with everyone, he was a social butterfly, it seemed. For a moment I had a twinge or two of lustful thoughts but I quickly brushed them away. I stayed close to him for a time. I was close enough to hear one nerdy guy who obviously wanted to be seen talking to the popular guy lean over to him and tell him, over the music, about some red headed slut that was sucking guys off in the closet. He just shot a glance in that direction but just nodded as if he understood and never changed his expression. 

One of his friends nearby also heard what the nerd said because the friend said to Tyler, "Wow, kind of like your sister," he joked.

I thought someone was about to get their ass kicked. Instead, Tyler just shot him a look and said, "Shut the fuck up, Parker," with a sly smile.

Parker just replied, "yeah, there's no slut that can compete with her." Tyler acted as if he was going to playfully punch him but didn't. Parker sighed, "my willy hasn't been the same since, she ruined all other women for me." 

Josh was listening. "What? What about your sister?" he said with interest. Now, he knew all about Tyler's sister, especially tonight, he was poking the arrogant bear.

"Fuck off, rookie," Tyler growled.

"What? I just thought I heard him call your sister a slut is all," Josh said. Bless his heart, I knew Josh could handle himself even in a fight with such an athlete. Josh was a big mild bear, but he could be something, I was sure, if he was provoked.

Tyler just sniffed, "you wish you could have someone as good as my sister."

Josh let him be. He winked at me and walked away.

I figured out that this Parker must've been one of the friends that Tyler "let" have his sister's mouth. Parker nudged Tyler. "Hey, c'mon man, how about we get a crack at this new slut, see what she's got?" 

I quickly went up to him to divert his attention. No matter how hard I tried he just wasn't interested in me. "Dumbass," I thought, I could teach him things he'll never learn." But I wasn't defeated yet. I spontaneously came up with another plan. I went right to Rebecca. 

I told her, "listen, if you are really interested in things I think you are, you gotta do something for me, quickly." She nodded without hesitation. I whispered her instructions in her ear. She got up quickly and made her way to Tyler. Fortune was good that night. I could see Rebecca right by Tyler, she was hitting on him. She was a gorgeous thing. She had on a frock that looked like it was tie dyed. It hung loosely from her, her rather large, round boobs were tantalizingly spilling out the top. She certainly had his attention. I winked to her to continue and try to complete her end of my task. She nodded.

I watched the last several guys exit the pleasure closet and I excused myself once again. I looked back over my shoulder. I went to the closet. The guys barely even acknowledged me as I passed. They were embarrassed, how cute. I opened the closet a crack. Jillian was on her knees. Her underwear was off, it was hanging neatly on a heating pipe above. Her face was glistening, she was still licking some cum off her lips. I popped my head in.

"Fuckkkk I wanted that," she growled.

"I know dear, you have quite that oral fetish," I chuckled.

"I know, I really do," she said with some amazement, as if thinking it for the first time.

I looked at the wall beside her. Just as I had requested there was a record of her accomplishments. "Jillian Dewey sucked Dan's cock," with the date next to it. In neat order were listed all the others as well.

"I had to write the third guy's for him, he was out of here so quick," she giggled.

"I know, talk about premature..." I laughed.

"He came a ton, though," she said wistfully, "he must not have cum in awhile, if ever."

I looked back at the crowd. Tyler was transfixed on Rebecca. I had Jillian put on her underwear quickly and I hurried her out and down the hall. Regardless of my efforts a large amount of clapping followed us as I led the cock sucking slut down the hall towards Josh's room. Tyler looked our way, but thank goodness Jillian's head was down and all he could see was a red headed slut being led away. His focus went back to Rebecca. I maneuvered her into the room and shut the door. She was shaking from the embarrassment again but never complained.

"You still wet, dear"? I asked.

"God, even more so now, fuck, I think I swallowed almost as much cum as I did on my vacation," she gushed.

"Yes, young guys do have that ability to cum a lot," I giggled. "So, are you ready for the big payoff?"

"What's that"? She asked reverently.

"The winner, of course," I smiled.

"Oh, that," she said. "I thought maybe that was just a ruse to get them all into the closet."

"Oh, it was, but there's more dear, you know how you always love more," I smiled.

She just moaned. "I know I do..." she said as her voice trailed off. She was as ready for this as I could've hoped. Now, we'd all see what the final conclusion would be. 

I motioned her towards the bed. I had her lay across the bed on her stomach. I took her bra off. I left the panties, they'd be off soon enough, I guessed. Josh had readied the area for me. I took out the rope he'd looped around the metal headboard. I clicked on her now familiar handcuffs with her hands above her head, stretched as far as they could toward the headboard. There was a mirror behind the headboard. It would allow her to see her "winner". I fastened the rope to the cuffs and secured her there. I shoved a pillow under her hips which elevated her backside. I admired her beauty as she whimpered. I caressed her softly and whispered reassurances to her, not that she needed them. I moved her panties so the side slightly. I kissed the quarter sized heart tattoo on her ass. She was proudest of that one. It was a heart, engulfed in flames. I slid my fingers down to her pussy. Her folds were drenched. I licked my fingers then had her lick them the rest of the way. I told her not to look, not to take her face off the pillow until just before, I want her to imagine who it is first. 

"Only just before, " I repeated. She nodded. 

"May tonight give you the pleasure you so dearly desire," I whispered to her before getting up and leaving her helpless on Josh's bed. I took the light bulb out of the lamp which was the main light in the room. The only other light was provided by a plug in night light that was in the bathroom. With the door open a crack the light filtered out in a long thin stream, which I positioned just so, so that it highlighted Jillian's incredible backside. It was still dimly lit, but it could clearly be seen.

I quickly went back to the party. Josh smiled at me as I left his room. He acted as if he was going to head that way, playfully, but I just shooed him back to the party. Tyler was now heavily into Rebecca, they were on the couch, she had her leg over his and their faces were very close. "Damn, she's good," I chuckled to myself. I walked to her and whispered in her ear. She got up, much to the disappointment of Tyler. She made some lame excuse about having to make a call and walked away. Tyler sat there, bummed. His friends were cracking on him about finally having one "get away," and he was steaming about the ribbing. I hustled after Rebecca. She'd gone downstairs to the game room as I'd suggested.

"Wow, you sure work fast," I laughed. 

"Oh, I can be the slut when I want to be," she laughed. "Or..." she hesitated, "...the slut you want me to be," she said demurely. "I haven't had much experience with men, though," she said as if apologizing. "I'm glad you rescued me when you did. I think he'd have had my legs up in the air right now, as we speak, if you didn't. He is very persuasive," she giggled. 

"I'll be back," I said and she had a sad look as I turned away. "I promise," I said, and her eyes danced at that.

I saw Tyler and I could tell he was starting to get agitated by striking out. I sat next to him. He paid a little more attention to my breasts this time, which I not so coincidentally freed up a bit more. We chatted for about ten minutes, all the while his friends buzzed around asking, "who is the MILF?" "Into older women now, Ty?" He was getting laid tonight, it was getting late enough where even an older (though very hot and sexy) woman was better than nothing, I think that's the attitude he had, it was very transparent. "What a bastard," I thought. I went for broke.

I leaned in and whispered to him, "You know that girl you were talking to?"

He nodded, his eyes perked with interest. "I came with her," I lied. "She's not a very public person," I continued.

"So?" he said tersely. I think he was getting the idea that I was going to tease him about losing her. I started to think he was going to deserve all this.

I said, "Oh, she's interested in you, for sure..."

His eyes lit up with interest. "She's also got a very naughty streak..." I said, reeling him in.

"Oh?" he said, his eyes now revealing his growing passion.

"She asked me to give you this." I handed him one of the cards. On it was written, "I want to be tied down and fucked in the ass."

His grin was priceless. "Holy shit," he said. "I thought she was kinky, she seemed cool like that and all, but...holy shit..." he repeated.

I nodded towards Josh's door. "She's in there, she told me the less you talk the better, she likes it that way. She does want one thing though," I said, barely able to keep him from bolting. "She said she wants you to make her beg for it just before you take it." He took off without even thanking me, the fucker. 

I'd set it up. Now we'll see what is in her true nature, in his true nature. I wouldn't not force anything upon them. It would all be clear to both. I couldn't miss this for the world. I headed to the adjoining room. Josh had conveniently drilled a nice hole earlier through the closet of the next room. It allowed me to peer directly at the bed.

Tyler didn't go directly to the room. I could see he was preening. It looked as if he was telling people who was in the room and what he was going to do to her. It was as if he was trying to pump his fragile ego up. It just made me want to see what I expected even more. I beat him to the room. I waited quietly. I could see Jillian's ass rise and fall slightly with her breaths. I knew she was excited. This would be a new reach for her. 

Suddenly the door opened. Tyler stood in the doorway for a moment. I could hear him take a deep breath. He reached the bed. He circled it for awhile, while stroking Jillian's legs and back. She moaned softly. He slipped his hand inside her panties. I could see his fingers glistening even in the dim light as he removed them from her soaked pussy. He pulled down his pants. I could see his impressive cock spring out. 

"She's going to love this," I thought, "that is, if she lets him." I'd never leave her without an out. He climbed on the bed. He played with her ass through her panties. Finally, his cock was fully erect. He was stroking it. He grunted. He used his fingers to spread her juices over his cock. She was bucking her hips now. She was ready. He was ready. He pulled her panties to the side. He rubbed the tip of his cock on the opening to her pussy. She was wet, I could hear it when he rubbed over her. She was backing her ass up to him now, as far as she could, her arms were stretched out fully now. Her body was begging for it. His cock was now poised at her opening. I saw her lift her head. I saw the look in her eyes in her reflection in the mirror. Her mouth formed the "O" of surprise. Her ass was pressing against his cock. She knew who it was.

He was looking down at her ass. "How could he not see it?" My brain screamed. Then, he moved his hand. It was covering it. Suddenly he knew. He recognized it, the tattoo, the one his sister was so proud of. The room was silent. There was no movement, just breathing, I could hear their breathing clearly. It was deep, full. Tyler still had his cock in his hand, it's tip nuzzling his sister's opening. The world seemed to stop. Then, slowly, I saw his hand rub his still hard cock. I saw her back arch ever so slightly. Her ass was pushing back into him again. 

"Tell me what you want slut," he growled, his voice barely over a whisper.

She didn't answer at first.

"Tell me," he urged. "Tell me what you fucking want."

"Fuck me," she said, her voice clear, there was no mistaking whose it was.

"Fuck me, where?" He growled again, his cock threatening her opening again.

"Fuck me in my ass," she moaned, "fuck my ass raw," she whimpered. I could imagine a tear forming in her eye. 




Jillian at the Dorm



I saw him slide it into her. It went in easily. I'd seen enough. I quietly returned to the party. I saw Tyler sneak out of the room ten minutes later. When I say sneak, I mean he snuck the fuck out of there. He pulled his hat down over his head and he walked straight out the door without acknowledging anyone. I went back to Josh's room. I untied her. The fucker hadn't even done that. I turned her over. She was crying. 

"You fucking bitch," said Jillian, softly.

She was shaking, this time from her tears. Still, she didn't seem angry. Her face was soft, reflective. I sat down next to her, she fell into my arms and wept softly. I caressed her hair and kissed her head.

"You fucking bitch," she said again, softer this time. "I can't believe you did that to me."

I raised her chin with my finger. I looked her in the eye. "You did it to yourself, dear. I saw you. I watched you. You saw it was him and you didn't stop him. You had a chance to and you chose not to."

"I was tied up..." she sniffed.

"Yes, and there was a mirror and I watched you as you recognized him. I saw him making you beg, and then I saw you begging for it."

"I know..." she sobbed. "I know." She lifted up. "How did you know?"

"That you'd do it?" I asked. "I didn't. I just sensed in you that there was something there from years ago. Something unresolved. I set about trying to resolve that, one way or the other. So, how was it?"

She couldn't answer. I didn't need the commentary. "It was incredible and now you feel guilty about it. His beautiful cock filled your tight ass and now you can't believe you did it, is that about right?"

"Yes...yes..." she sputtered. "How do you know me so well?" She said softly. "You knew all along that I'd do it. You just forced me to admit it to myself. Is that right?"

"It was no mystery, sweetie. You are what you are and now I think you realize it. Make no apologies for it. Your nature is your nature. I don't think you'll ever doubt it again."

"No, probably not," she said, far more calmly. "But how can I ever face him again? He's my brother after all, it's not like I can avoid him, our family is close."

"I don't think you need to worry about that one, dear. After all, he has his own demons to face. He's the one who took his sister's ass even though she was tied up on a bed. I think he'll have more trouble than you, dealing with the guilt. You, on the other hand, will no doubt add this experience to the top of your list. I think you and I have done all we can together, I don't think there's anything I could have you do, or make you do, that would ever top this."

She nodded. "So now what?" She asked.

"Do you mean, in the future, or tonight," I asked.

'No doubt you are right about the future, but I mean right now," she said. "My tummy is full of a bunch of sweet cum, and now my ass is humming and my pussy....well....you know..." she said, staring away from me.

"Yes, I'd imagine it's pretty much ablaze right now, knowing you," I chuckled.

"I can't help it," she whined. "You just made me let my brother fuck me in my ass."

"Well, I did have just one last task for you. I do not say you have to, just that I did have something I wanted," I said, already knowing the outcome.

"What is it?" she asked, her eyes intense. I told her and she nodded. 

"Are you sure you want this?" I said imploringly.

She just looked at me, her eyes focused and clear. "You know me, you know who I am, you know what I am. I know it too. Yes," she said.

I motioned her back to the bed. This time she was on her back. I tied her arms up above her head as before. I kissed her forehead. "I'll be back to pick you up in the morning," I said before leaving.

Josh was waiting outside the door. He was beaming. I nodded to him, "see you in the morning. You make sure you take care of her until then," I said.

"Yes, MA'AM," he said loudly. He disappeared, his door slammed shut behind him. He left his friends with their mouths open, standing in the hall. I wondered if he was the sharing kind. I was guessing he was.

Josh would no doubt have the last laugh this night. Old arrogant Tyler's sister is going to get fucked all night. I just smiled when I remember Tyler telling him he'd never have anyone like that. I saw Rebecca sitting there patiently on the couch. I called her over. She jumped up and rushed to me. I put my arm around her. We walked down the hall. College boys were all over us, Josh's friends included. They knew what we were doing. I reached the room next to Josh, he'd made sure it was empty tonight. We were at the door. I leaned over and kissed Rebecca flush on her lips, she returned the kiss with fervor. The boys oohed and aahed. I opened the door and let her enter. I looked back at the crowd. I wanted this to be a special night for her.

I said, "we're going to need a helper tonight, who here has a big dick? Be honest." They all lied and said they did. I had to laugh. I pointed to one of Josh's friends. He was a tall guy, sandy hair. Sweet, caring eyes. I'd seen him at my pool in Speedos, I knew what he had. 

"Sold," I said, I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the room. His friends nicknamed him horse. Um, "yes" is all I can say on that.

I believe the Jillian chapter is over for me. She will no doubt continue as is her nature. However, I think my part in it is no longer necessary. I've pushed all the buttons I can push. She's on her own. Rebecca on the other hand....I may have to get back to you on that.

THE END



Jillian at the Office



Hi, it's Jillian again. It's been awhile since I had any real excitement to tell you about. If you read my "Jillian's naked mile" stories you'll know that I like to be exhibited, used hard and humiliated, and I was, by several of my neighbors. Much of it was at the direction of my neighbor Darla.

After the initial excitement of doing all of it, I think it was only natural that things died down for awhile so that I could refresh and recover that thrill that always comes to me when I'm doing something risky and sexy.

It'd had been months now since my naked walk through the neighborhood. The only thing that heldover from it was that Bob, my next door neighbor was using me (or I was using him) as a fuck buddy on occasion. Usually I'd just see him on his porch, grilling, and I'd walk over to him, naked (as he would insist) through a gate he put in our side fence, just for that purpose. It was always fun, he was a great fuck and had a really nice cock, but a thrill sex seeker like myself would not be satisfied for too long without something else. That something else came in a call from Darla one day as, not coincidentally I was playing with my pussy idly while thinking of past adventures.

"Hi hon," she purrred sweetly. "It has been so long."

"Hi Darla," I replied with a perk in my voice, "what are you up to?"

Darla had pretty much vanished since our last escapade together in Bob's backyard. After watching her get debased and used right in front of me, exposing her own submissive nature, I think she left me to my thoughts, to work it all out in my head. She'd been my mentor, my dominant in a way, and to see her tied across Bob's table while he and his friends fucked her raw in every hole was quite an eye opener. I think she guessed that I'd go through a period where I couldn't see her as commanding anymore and she was right. But recently, especially currently, I was daydreaming and wishing to go back and experience more of her wicked treatment of me. It was like she could sense my readiness.

"I know it's been too long, dearie, I really have been busy at work, and I really wanted to give you time to...sort things out..." she said.

"It really has been, Dee, I think we both needed a break, if only to recharge our batteries," I answered.

"Uh huh, I thought that too," she chuckled. "That was quite the adventure. Well, it's good to hear you sound like you are fully recharged."

I laughed, "Yes I am, you have no idea." I said, still stroking my wetness.

"That's great then, Jillie (I used to hate her calling me that, now it was like catnip to me) because I have an idea for you. Something that I think only someone with your particular desires could appreciate."

That immediately sent a current of electricity through me, straight to my core.

"What is it?" I asked excitely. Hell, knowing her and her wickedness, I'd do it today if she asked, whatever it was.

She laughed, sensing my urgency. "Slow down, babe, this one has a bit of setup time involved."

"Aw," I said, hamming it up.

"Well, I know the last time I talked to you that your job had kind of been phased out, and that you were doing consulting work from home. Are you still doing that?"

"Yes, and it's probably the best thing that ever happened to me, I love the freedom I have now."

"Yes, that's what I'm getting at, you'll need quite a bit of free time for this one."

"Ok," I said eagerly. "What's the plan?"

"I want you to come work at my office," she said.

"What??"

She laughed. "It's just temporary, hon. It's part of the setup of the plan."

"Ok?" I said without certainty.

"I'm thinking of having you come in and pass you off as a temp. One of our clerks in on a leave. It's just basic computer stuff, nothing you can't handle."

"Wow, sounds hot!" I said sarcastically.

"Hush dear, unless you don't want the payoff," she scolded playfully.

"Yes, ma'am, " I demured, feeling that familiar rush of calling her ma'am again.

"Ok, so you'll work in my office. There's about 100 or so employees in our building. I've got an idea. It's just something I've been kicking around since I met you, knowing your proclivites and such. I still have to work out most of it."

"Ok, I'll trust you," I said honestly, "I know you have a wonderfully wicked mind."

"Say, what are you doing right now?" She asked.

"Laundry," I sheepishly lied as I pulled my hand from my pussy. It was as if I could feel her looking at me throught the phone.

"Well, if you aren't busy, we could start this immediately."

"Really?" I asked hopefully. "What do you want me to do?"

"I recall you have a sexy white blouse and a hot black leather skirt, put those on and come on over to my office."

I gulped. "Do I get to wear underwear?" I asked with trepidation.

She laughed. "I know what you want me to say dear, but this time it doesn't matter, at least I don't think it will so I'll leave it up to you. However, open the buttons of the top. Show some good cleavage, you are doing some advertising today."

"I guess I'll be there shortly," I said nervously, still not knowing what to expect.

I took a quick shower and fumbled through my clothes. I stood there looking in the mirror with my outfit on. I shook my head. Another slut adventure about to start and I was hot for it. I learned from my last adventure that for me, it's not only the exhibition and the daring of things that drives me. Darla taught me that it's the lack of control, the being made to do things, humiliating, sexy things, was what was in my true nature.

Darla met me in the parking lot. "Nice, turn around for me," she said and I complied, even though I wondered if people were watching. "I like it," she smiled, "I can see the sides of those gorgeous tits of yours. That's perfect, let's go," she said, taking me by my hand.

She led me in the back of the building. It was a loading dock area. She marched me in. I saw guys loading a truck and others just filtering around. 

"Hey everyone," Darla called out loudly. I want you to meet Joy, she's our new temp, covering for Janine." I raised my eyebrow at my new name. I cringed as everyone on the dock stopped what they were doing to look at me. I could feel eyes burning into my partially exposed chest. 

They took no time coming up to me and introducing themselves, all men, and none of them missed the opportunity to ogle me. Darla singled one out in particular.

"Joy, this is Tony," she said as a tall man with dark, slicked back hair stepped up with a leer. 

"A joy it is, too," he smirked. "Come by the dock anytime during your stay here," he grinned, "we are known to be very friendly. Plus, a pretty girl like you could get lost down here for hours," he said, motioning towards nooks and crannies of concrete tunnels with mechanical pipes jutting from the walls. "You'd better keep a sweet looking thing like that out of here, Darla," he warned. "I can't always be responsible," he said with a sly smile.

Darla shot back, "Oh, I'm not worried about you," she winked. "I think she can hold her own."

He shot me a quick look and a smile. He gave Darla a nod and she smiled sweetly. Darla pulled me away and led me to the elevator. 

"Tony used to be in prison I heard," Darla said. "I'm sure he learned some of his crudeness there. Still, he's dated some of the women here and from what I've heard no one has come back complaining. Inside she lifted my skirt. "No panties? You just can't help yourself, can you babe?" She laughed.

I blushed. "I know, I just thought you'd prefer it. I didn't know what you wanted so I wanted to be...ready...you know?"

"Yes, I know, Jillie, I know what drives you," she smiled. "That's why you are here," she said as she led me off the elevator to her office area.

She introduced me to everyone, and I mean everyone. I noticed there were very few women. It was an advertising agency. There were mostly salesmen types. Darla was the accountant and a department manager. She made certain that two guys in particular noticed my presence. Jeff was one. He was one of those totally arrogant, though naturally, good looking pompous asses. The kind always with a joke and a pickup line. 

His first comment to me was, "whoa, a temp? You'll be permanently in my dreams." 

I'd have rolled my eyes and walked away but I knew Darla would not approve. I had no idea what she had in mind for me so I didn't want to piss anyone off that might later have "access" to me in some way. The other guy she made sure paid close attention to me was Dave. He was also a salesman but he was one of those, "everybody's friend," kind of guys. He was a big guy, goofy smile, friendly without being leering. He seemed like one of those kinds of guys that would cook you dinner and then ask if he can kiss you. I like hanging around those guys, but if you know my history, I want the type that'll take what he wants. But again, I didn't want to alienate him either, so I smiled sweetly and shook his big paw of a hand.

Darla led me into her office. "Well, that's pretty much the crew," she said, matter-of-factly. "I think they all got a taste of the new temp," she chuckled.

"God, I know," I panted lustily. I think if you weren't around that I'd be pinned down on that dock concrete on my back with my skirt pulled up by now!" I laughed.

"Yes, I kind of felt that too," she giggled.

"You've got me so wet," I whispered. "You know how much I love being displayed...and the not knowing what is in your evil head...well...I'm so fucking on edge."

"We've only got an hour or so for me to show me what you are supposed to do, but, it's not something I can't show you as we go. I've got another task for you to do for me first."

I smiled hopefully. "What is it?"

"Dave and Jeff will be in in about fifteen minutes. They are going to show you some of the tricks of how you enter information for them. I want you to tickle more than just their sense of vision."

"What do you want?" I croaked nervously, the thought of that arrogant ass Jeff instantly popping into my head. "I hate that Jeff guy already," I complained.

"Yes, he's a egotist, for sure, but don't get haughty on me now Jillie or I'll call him right in and have you on your knees sucking his fat cock. Yes, he has a fat cock, don't ask me how I know, it's just secondhand knowledge," she grinned.

"I'm sorry," I said quickly, not wanting that possiblity to enter her mind again.

"Not that you might not end up doing it anyway," she said wistfully. She just ignored my questioning look.

"It's been too long, babe," she groaned, exposing her own lust for the situation. She sat back on the edge of her desk and spread her legs. She motioned me to my knees on the floor. She lifted her skirt. "You aren't the only one without panties today, sweetie," she smiled lustily. I knew what she wanted. I crawled to her.

I tongued her slick pussy like I know she liked it. She ground into me, occasionally holding my head tightly against her. I think I got her off a couple times before there was a knock on her door. I stood up quickly and started to reach for a tissue to wipe off my face. Darla smiled wickedly and shook her head. Instead, she took my face in her hands and spread her juices all over my face. She adjusted my blouse to make it even more open. 

"Jeff likes to look down women's tops. Since you chose to not wear a bra you obviously want them to be seen so make sure they both see everything you have up there."

She then went to the door. I used the back of my sleeve to wipe my face dry as she let in Dave and Jeff.

"I'll leave you guys to get familiar," she grinned, her eyes piercing mine. 

I just stood there, my tits inviting and my face giving off the musky aroma of sweet pussy. I tell you I felt like a beehive full of honey as those two buzzed around me for the next half hour. They had to have smelled her on me, even though my perfume, mixed with Jeff's obnoxious smelling cologne, may have disguised it some. Jeff took every opportunity to have me lean forward to the computer, with the pretense of showing me things, in order to have my chest pop out even farther. Finally, he got the chance that he and Dave were waiting for. I was across the desk from them. He was pointing to numbers on his sheet. I knew this was what Darla wanted from me so I obliged them. The only way I could see them was to bend over at the waist and brace with my arms. This allowed my tits to hang freely. I knew that with so many buttons undone that from their vantage point they had to be able to clearly see my tits hanging free. Dave's eyes were bulging but Jeff was cool, he didn't even change his expression. He was such a creep, I thought. Still, I couldn't help myself and found myself trying to catch a glimpse of his bulge, as if I was trying to disprove Darla's claim in my head. Darla popped her head back in the door.

"How are we doing, my pretties?" she laughed. "Joy, be a dear and step outside please," she said to me.

I waited outside her door. I could hear them talking clearly. "Man, you gotta love that temp agency," Jeff laughed. 

Darla laughed right along, "I know, my friend at the agency said he thinks this one is quite the slut." I blushed from outside the door.

"Really?" Dave said, nervously adjusting his tie.

"Oh yes, he has told me some stories," Darla lied. "I hear she's even into the ladies," she hinted.

"No way," Jeff said.

"Oh yes, didn't you smell her? I think she's been doing the nasty with some woman," Darla giggled. She knew I was listening.

"Too bad," Jeff said, "I'd have worked that thing out."

"Oh, you might still be able to, I didn't say she was only into women. The guy said he can't count the number of guys she's had since he's known her. He told me she sucks a mean cock, too... said he's filled her mouth plenty of times." I'm sure my mouth was agape though I was transfixed on the conversation.

"Good to know," laughed Jeff.

"The guy even said she's got a tattoo of a rose on her inner thigh, maybe she'll show it to you," Darla said. I could feel the shame burning me up. I do have a rose tattoo right where she said. If I was to show anyone it most certainly wouldn't have been them, in a perfect world, of course. Still, I listened.

"Well, you'd better hurry, I've only got her until Friday night," Darla said. This was no doubt part of her plan.

Darla called me in and we talked business for the next few minutes. I couldn't get past all the things Darla said about me purposely, to humiliate me and to no doubt set up her master plan. They, however, acted as if they'd never had the conversation. I could feel them looking at me, however, looking almost through me.

That was monday. Each day during the week, I took the salesmen's papers and entered their info into the database. Darla made a point of exhibiting me in some form, to someone or a group of someone's, each day. On Tuesday, she had me wearing a tight fitting sweater and a very thin bra. My nipples were featured prominently that day. Darla called it 'Titty Tuesday". She sent me down to the loading dock with package and told me to give it to Tony. She made me take the stairs. I was panting when I reached him. No doubt my nipples were perky and I'm sure he noticed. I could feel all the eyes on me. He made idle conversation with me, he seemed to know a bit about me, no doubt from Darla. His look was cool and menacing, as if he was sizing me up. It felt like he was trying to keep me there, in their view, as long as possible. The cool air rushing in from the truck area was helping keep my nipples erect. I finally 'escaped' and heard some appreciative whistles as I walked away. That made me wet. 

Jeff was all over me every day. He never missed a chance to flirt. He brought up the tattoo thing, trying to gauge my reaction. I just ignored him. Darla though, made sure we did a lot of work together, even though I don't think it was necessary. She made sure I wore short skirts and instructed me to make sure they caught glimpses of my panties when I'd bend. Even though I hated the idea of 'them' seeing me, my own desires for being humiliated and exposed always had me willingly do it. She was priming them, no doubt. It was all part of her plan. It was as if she was waving raw meat in front of starving dogs. 

Each day ended with the salesmen handing me their day's paperwork. Dave and Jeff were consistently the last ones to do so. Jeff got handsier as the week went on. Darla had given me clear intructions not to deter him. Tuesday he rubbed my shoulders. By Wednesday he was "massaging" my back for me and he no doubt noticed that I was braless. This led him to "accidentally" brush the sides of my tits a number of times. All the while he talked business to me as if nothing else was going on. Dave just sat there and watched.

Darla had told me that part of her plan was to not contact me outside of work that week, she wanted it all to be part of our fantasy scenario. I was beside myself each day, wondering if I'd be offered to these men like a lamb to a slaughter. It was near the end of the day on Thursday. I was still showing off daily, as I was required to do (I seemed to be allowed to wear less and less each day). Dave and Jeff were due any minute with their reports. I was still clueless on her plan though. I knew she was advertising me around as a slut. I heard the murmurs of the secretaries as I'd pass. No doubt the "Joy the office slut" stories were rampant, thanks to Darla. She was whetting all these guys' appetites, but I just didn't know for what exact purpose. She liked the mental games like I did, I knew it wasn't just to set me up for some gang bang. She came into the office and closed the door.

"Hi hon," she smiled sweetly. "Jeff and Dave will be here in a minute, they are finishing up a meeting."

"Great," I smirked sarcastically.

"Jillian!" she scolded. "You know damned well you get off on all this stuff, and like I said, you get lippy and you'll have both of their loads of cum dripping off your slut mouth ten minutes from now. The funny part? You'll do it. If I tell you to do it, you'll do it, won't you?" She said with earnestness.

I bowed my head. "Yes, ma'am."

"Damned right you will, you live for this shit. Ok, here's what I want. They are coming in soon. Let Jeff feel you up again. This time, encourage him. I know he hasn't felt your tits yet. Let him. I want his hands on your bare tits this time.

"Oh..." I croaked.

"Dave doesn't have to see," Darla said. "Send him out for some reason. But I want Jeff to begin to realize what a slut you can be."

"Yes, ma'am," I said with hesitation.

"Oh, and end it by showing him your tattoo," she said as she scanned the hallway for them.

"Oh god," I thought. Showing him my tattoo means nearly showing him my pussy. She knew that.

"Here they come!" she smiled. She walked out, leaving me trembling.

The boys entered and we went to the business of their numbers. Jeff wasted no time asking to massage me again while I typed. I needed a ruse so I asked Dave if he would get me a latte from the vending machine. It was on the second floor, one floor down. I knew it would give me a little time. He obligingly went out the door. He reminded me of a loyal puppy. Jeff leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"I knew you couldn't wait to get me alone," he joked, all the while his hands were already brushing the outsides of my tits through the material. I sighed and went ahead with Darla's plan.

"Wouldn't you rather feel it, skin to skin"? I asked, quickly pulling up my top over my braless tits.

"Oh yesssss," he hissed, his hands immediately fondling my soft tits.

The door to the office was open but I knew there should be no one around, save a lurking Darla, perhaps. This way I knew I could hear Dave come back. Jeff tweaked and tugged at my nipples and I could feel the heat rising in my pussy. Darla sure knew how to embarrass, torment and totally get me horny. Being felt up by some pompous ass, only she and I would know how much that would drive me crazy.




Jillian at the Office



"Oh man, your tits are fucking sweet," he moaned. "Next thing you'll show my your tattoo," he joked, though hopefully.

I started to rise but then I heard Dave coming back, "Later," I hissed as I pulled my top back over my tits just in time as Dave popped back in with a stupid grin. 

I finished up their reports and I thought I'd missed the opportunity when Jeff came up with his own plan. "Dude," he said to Dave, "Do you have that cell phone charger I gave you yesterday, I think my battery is dying."

"Sure, be right back," Dave said, again bounding out the door.

Jeff looked at me. "Well?" He said with a leer.

I got up on the desk and hiked my skirt up slowly. I inched it up until the tat started to show. 

"I can't see all of it," he complained.

I opened my legs slightly.

"Cmon, let me really see it," he urged.

I opened my legs for him. I pulled the skirt up over the tat. The bottom of my pussy was no doubt showing.

"Fucking awesome," he gasped. His hands were on my pussy before I could pull the skirt down. I didn't resist, until I heard Dave's footsteps returning. We both quickly found our chairs. 

We finished our work and Dave was eager to leave, though Jeff, for obvious reasons, was trying to stay. Finally, Darla came back. She shooed the men off, leaving us alone. 

She chuckled, "I saw the disappointment in Jeff's eyes, he must have some reason to be reluctant to leave."

"You delightful bitch," I said, "you know it, he mauled my tits first, then, I couldn't keep his hands off my pussy after showing him the tattoo. I'm sure he's smelling me on his fingers right now."

"Good, good," she said, rubbing her hands together as if she was an evil lord pleased with her master plan.

"Was that it?" I asked. "Did you bring me here to work just so I can be ogled, stared at and felt up by some of your coworkers?"

"You certainly are impatient, dear," she laughed. "Am I that pedestrian and boring that you think that's all I can come up with"?

"Well no, " I said softly, "I'm just so fucking horny right now, you keep me on such a fucking edge, that I can't stand waiting for it much longer."

"I know, dear, don't worry, there's an end coming. First though, I think I can help you a bit, maybe take some of the edge off, or, maybe even incite that fire further, who knows," she laughed to herself. "Are you ready for something? Just a little "taste" perhaps?" she asked, smiling.

"You know I am," I purred.

"Ok, there's a custodian named John, he works this floor. Nice kid, college aged, I think he's putting himself through school. He has been after me something fierce. The kid has a cougar/MILF fetish no doubt." I knew what was coming. "I think it's time he got some reward for being such a hard worker."

"You want me to fuck him? Here?" I asked.

"Whoa whoa," she laughed. "Damn, you'll do anything, I have to remember that. Well, my idea was for him to just experience the joys of your mouth. I was saving all that other stuff for later...but...if you can't help yourself...I guess you can fuck him."

"No, I'll suck him off," I said quickly, surprising us both with how quickly and forecfully I said it.

"Good, I leave it up to you to figure out how," she smiled. "Though, I do have one request though."

"What's that?" I asked with suspicion.

"You need to do it in the elevator," she said. She saw my puzzlement. "It's because the elevator has security cameras, dear. I want to be able to watch this. I think this'll be awesome."

"But, security..." I said with concern.

She laughed, "security is Stanley, the 60 something year old guard. They only review the tapes at the end of the week, and usually only if something is amiss. I'll take care of Stanley, you take care of John." I blushed and nodded.

She took off. I could hear John in the distance rattling wastebaskets and such. I wondered if I should even bother formulating a plan. Dressed as I was, tight top, short skirt and perhaps even an office reputation, a complex plan might not even be necessary. I pulled up my top and folded it inside itself, so my belly was bared and my tits were outlined nicely. I knew how to present myself, all my adventures had prepared me for it, I knew what men liked. I was bent over the desk, as if I was poring over some numbers when John came in.

"Oh, sorry, didn't know anyone was here," he said, apologizing.

"Oh, no problem, I'm just finishing up here," I said, trying to gauge his interest. He was looking all right. "You just go ahead, I'll be out of here in a flash."

He emptied the baskets and made the pretense of dusting, all the while I could feel his eyes burning into my backside as I was still bent over the desk. I think he lost his nerve because he started to leave. It wasn't for Darla now, this was for me, there was no way he was leaving without pumping my mouth full of his youthful cum.

"So, are you working your way through school"? I asked him, out of the blue. He started to yammer on and I really didn't want it to take all night. I quickly turned the conversation. "So, Darla told me you are into older women?" I could see his face flash red. "It's ok, just curious," I laughed. "I'm 28, probably not quite old enough for you, huh," I joked.

"Hell no, you're perfect!" He gushed.

"Aw, nice boy, flattery will get you....well, you know the rest," I chuckled. I was almost drooling. He was athletic, his arms were strong, his chest was tight. He had an ass to die for. His brown eyes were tender and yet piercing. His package didn't look so bad either. 

"Well, it didn't get me Darla," He laughed, as he began to loosen up.

"Well, perhaps Darla has her own fantasy," I said, knowing the real answer. 

"I haven't seen you here, are you new?" he asked.

"I'm only here until tomorrow, I"m just a temp, a fill in."

"Oh, too bad, and I'm off tomorrow too," he sighed.

This was it, my chance. "Well, looks like it'll have to be today then," I said quickly and I grabbed his hand and led him out the door into the open cubicle area.

"Today? What's today"? He asked excitedly. 

"I have this fantasy, " I lied, "and today is the day we both get something we want."

I led him to the elevator. 'What's going on?" he asked suspiciously.

"I have a fantasy of sucking off a beautiful young guy in an elevator and you have a fantasy of filling some pretty older slut's mouth with your cum, right?"

His grin filled the room, "Hell fucking yeah!" he said, nearly pushing me into the cab.

The doors shut and I wasted no time, I was on my knees. I saw the camera as I entered. I had position him so that the camera had the best vantage point of me sucking on his cock. I pulled my top off. I knew Darla would want my slut tits out when I gave him head. I went to work on him. The elevator never moved, there was no one else around apparently.

He was gushing the whole time, "Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's fucking it, oh yeah, that's fucking awesome."

I grinned at him and looked up, "I've done this before," I smiled.

"I know, I've heard," He said, his eyes still closed in pleasure. He didn't see me blush. "Oh god, I'm going to cum," He said haltingly. It was cute, he was warning me so that I could pull off him, no doubt like his college aged girlfriends had. I was having none of that. He was going to fill me up and I was going to swallow it all, and have the warm reminder of it inside me for the rest of the night. Young guys can cum a ton and he did. I savored it all. He couldn't believe my lips never left his cock. I drained him. He slumped back against the wall. I pushed the button for the first floor. I pushed him out. 

"It was nice to meet you, John." I said, smiling. I just saw his satisfied smile flash just as the doors closed. 

I walked out the loading dock area. I licked my lips. Tony and another man were there. "Hey Joy, hard night?" Tony called behind me. He began to follow me. "Pretty young thing like yourself, we'll give you a hard night," he laughed. "I'm just warning you, Joy, dressed like that, you walk through here at shift change like that you might not make it out of here in the same condition you arrived," he said in a more serious tone. I turned to see his eyes locked on me. He was the type that drove me crazy when I was locked into my games. He was menacing, rough, edgy. I knew if I ever crossed his path at the wrong time he'd put me through hell. For some reason, that makes my pussy hum.

"I guess I'll have to be careful then," I said with a wink.

I found myself swishing my ass for them as I headed to my car. Darla had given me a taste all right. It did help soften that edge I was feeling, temporarily, but without getting pleased myself it actually was building me even higher. Tomorrow was going to be the big day, I couldn't wait.

Friday was a busy day. So busy, in fact that it helped me forget that Darla had forced me to wear a basically body clinging dress that exposed my curves to their utmost. Jeff was all over me all day. He found numerous occasions to get his hands inside my dress. His fingers managed to plunge inside my pussy in a couple instances as well, before someone came along to disturb us, or until I pushed his hand away in order to finish my work. Darla hadn't been real clear today as to how much I had to allow. The day was nearing a close. I still had no idea what Darla was up to. Finally, she arrived, just before the salesmen were to drop off their final weekly figures to me.

"Well Jillie, you've certainly been patient, well, somewhat, but good enough, time for your reward," she giggled.

"Good, you've got me dancing on my feet here," I said with exasperation.

"I've got to be quick," Darla warned. "First, after the others drop off their numbers, Dave and Jeff will be by with theirs." I nodded. "After that is when the fun begins."

She saw my uncertain look as if I was asking myself why do I do all these things.

"One, because you love it, but two, that's because your clothes will no longer be in this office," she said. She saw my astonished look. "Yes, you are going to take your dress and put it in a box. Put your car keys in as well. Seal it, and drop it in our mail chute. As you know, it goes right down to the mail area on the loading dock." She could see my mind spinning. "Let me spell it all out for you quickly. You are going to drop your clothes in, leaving you naked here at work. When you are finished, you are to make your way down to the mail area on the dock and retrieve your dress and your keys. In order to not make this so easy I have a stop or two along the way where I need you to do something. It's all in this note," she said, stuffing the note in my hand. I read it and reread it frantically.

Can't believe i'm getting paid to do this," I laughed. 

She looked at me with a wry grin. "Paid? Oh you aren't getting paid dear, I didn't even submit your forms to human resources, no you are here just for this."

I scowled, she really knew how to humiliate me.

She reached up under my dress and felt my pussy with her fingers. "Wet already I see." She put them up to her lips and licked her fingers playfully. "MMm, I just wanted a taste today before it gets all spoiled," she laughed. I blushed crimson

"Spoiled? Spoiled how?" I begged.

"You know how, now here they come." She said and abruptly left me there. The salesmen filed in and dropped off their papers. Jeff and Dave came shortly after and dropped theirs as well. Jeff moved in quickly after Dave had stepped out. His hands quickly found my tits. I tried to back away. He didn't relent. I backed up again.

"Come on," he begged. "You've been throwing it out there all week, I know this is your last day, I've heard about you, you know you want it too."

"I don't know what you've heard but I just want to go home," I lied. 

I needed to get rid of him. I'd done the time planning in my head. I needed to get through the building, down two floors, across the main lobby and through the dock to get my clothes back. After the salesmen leave there's usually only a custodian or two (and I remembered that John had said he was off Friday), the security guy, and then whoever was left on the dock. That is, until the dock shift change at 8pm. Then, the dock would be swarming with guys again until they left for their deliveries. I had to get it done before then. It was nearing 7 O'clock already. I pushed him away. Darla saved me. She came in and Jeff left with a scowl.

"Time's up dear. Strip," she said roughly.

"Now?" I squeaked. "They haven't all left yet." 

"No, but what fun would that be then?" She said sarcastically.

I stripped in front of her. She took my shoes. I stood there naked. She watched me put my dress and keys into the box. Before I sealed it she took my handcuffs out of her purse.

"You didn't think I'd forget how much you love doing this stuff with these on, did you?"

"Oh god," I moaned.

She fastened the cuffs on me, with my hands helpless behind me. She then put the handcuff key in the box.

"Ok, it's all on you now, hon," she said sweetly.

"But how?" I complained. "How am I going to get down there? How am I even going to get the box down the chute with my hands like this, and besides the box is....in the hall next to Jeff's office..." I said, already seeing a bit of what Darla had planned.

"Well, this next part is up to you," Darla grinned. "I have planned a lot of it ahead, but this next part was really optional, which way it will go. Ok, here's the option: one, you take your naked slutty ass out in the hallway, I lock the door behind you, and you take your chances mailing the box. Physically it can be done, the chute is only waist high."

"I know, but they are still here, I can see the lights on in their office," I said pleadingly.

"Right, that's part of the fun," she quipped. "However, let it never be said that I'm not a fair person. Option two is this: I give you your dress back...for the moment," I looked at her hopefully. "...and you walk to Jeff's office with the empty box...and you let him fill your box," she laughed.

"What??" I cried.

"Oh come on, you've teased him mercilessly all week, surely you considered the possibility of him fucking you."

"Yes," I stammered, "but...offering myself to him...oh god, he's just so arrogant and disgusting."

"Well, that's why it's nice to have a choice. Leave the office now, naked and cuffed and take your chances mailing the box and getting it back, or, going to him, letting him fuck you, then mailing it at your leisure, after he's gone. Make sure you cuff yourself, I don't want to find out you cheated," she warned. "I wouldn't worry though, one thing I know about men, they sure love to rush off after they fuck you." I nodded, that was so true. "Well, which is it going to be?" She asked forcefully.

"Let me have my dress back," I managed to choke out.

"Ah, couldn't resist his fat cock after all, eh darling?" She smiled.

"It just seems the easiest choice," I said, defeated. She handed me the box. I quickly put it on.

"It's not the easiest choice, dear, but the one that is the sluttiest, as it should be. Ok, but be quick about it all, as you know, you don't have all night."

She was right, it was now 7pm, I had an hour until shift change to do the "Jeff" thing, the couple "tasks" she had on the way, and then the mailroom thing before a dozen horny guys will be swarming the dock area. I pushed past her quickly. I could hear her chuckling as I walked towards Jeff's office. She locked the door to the office, there was no going back. Jeff's door was open. I hated him, but there was no time for that. It was going to happen, I just needed to make it quick. He looked up at me with a grin. I put my finger to my lips to shush him. I closed the door behind me. He didn't say a word, his dream was coming true. I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants to his ankles. He pulled me close into him. He was hugging me around my waist. He dropped his head down to my groin. I could feel his tongue gently licking my lips. It felt heavenly, but there was no time for foreplay, though his ministrations did help get my juices flowing. I reached down to his cock. It was already hard and...very very full and fat, as promised. I couldn't help crack a smile. Hell, if I had to do it, a girl can still enjoy it, right?

I straddled him and started to lower myself on him. He just grunted and pushed me up. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a condom. A condom! I knew why, he'd heard about my slut ways and he was telling me I wasn't good enough to fuck bareback. It was humiliating. I waited. He put it on. I lowered myself onto him. Fuck! He had some girth, that's for sure. He gripped his hands onto my ass. I bucked onto him and made me ride him like he was taming a filly. I had to stifle my moans, all this delightful buildup had me needing this, and more. I knew if he was patient and bit and licked on my nipples that I could've cum like a tsunami. However, he wasn't, and he didn't. He was in it only for his pleasure which was ok with me for now, since I was watching the clock the whole time his nice dick was embedded inside me. Finally; I felt it coming, he stiffened and groaned. I used my pussy muscles to milk his cock of his cum. He looked up at me with a blissfully satisfied face.

"Was that what you wanted?" I asked, uttering the first words either of us said to each other during.

"Fuck yeah," He panted. He peeled the condom off his cock, even softening, it really was a nice one. I couldn't resist. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. I cleaned him off. He started to roll up the condom and I took it from him. 

"This should blow his arrogant mind," I chuckled. I took it and squeezed out his cum onto his cock. I licked it all off of him and when I was done I pulled off his cock with a pop.

I just heard him say, "Fuckkkkk," as I walked out. I looked at Dave's office the light was dark. I went around the corner and hoped that Jeff would be as predictable as we thought. He was, the cad, he was out the door and gone before the cum had even gotten all the way down my throat. I was glad at his promptness, however, I had work to do.

I was standing alone in the open area of cubicles. There was no one around. I took off my dress and put it in the box along with my car keys. With some difficulty I cuffed my hands behind my back and dropped the key into the box. I couldn't seal it but I managed to get some tape from a nearby desk and tape it closed. I wondered what the person in that cubicle would think if he knew what was going on right at his desk. I had to smile. With my hands behind me, I grabbed the box and pushed it through the chute's door. I heard it fall into the distance. My heart kind of dropped along with it. I was stuck now. Suddenly, across the room, I heard the elevator door open.

"Oh fuck!" I thought. It was a custodian. It wasn't John. It was an elderly black guy. "Fuck fuck fuck," I thought. "Just because John said he wouldn't be here Friday, didn't mean that someone wouldn't be here. Fuck, why didn't I think of that, and did Darla?" I realized then that yes, she must've. "Part of the fun," no doubt.

I had to hide and go cubicle to cubicle as he made his way around the room. I was thinking I could make a break for the stairs when he got to a certain point. I remembered the security cameras in the elevator, in the note Darla also mentioned that. I was hiding in one cubicle, ready to peek out to see where he was when all of a sudden he was approaching! I scrambled up quickly under a desk. I was shaking as he came in the cubicle, literally towering right over me. I was so scared. I was even thinking about just giving up and letting him do whatever to me just so that he didn't call the cops or something. How he didn't notice me, I'll never know, but he emptied the basket and headed to another. When he entered the next one I made my move. I ran as quietly as I could (which was made easier by the fact that Darla left me barefoot). I reached the stairs and quickly rushed down them. I stood there panting for a moment, catching my breath from the adrenaline rush of nearly being caught. 




Jillian at the Office



I was standing by the second floor door, there was a small glass window. I looked in. Sure enough, the other custodian was cleaning this floor. Ah, Darla's evilness coming through. It was her idea to hide the security card that unlocks the mail cage. She told me where it was. It was taped under the sink in the men's bathroom. This was a whole different department than ours. I had no idea of their schedules, who would be there, who wouldn't. It was approaching 7:30pm, I couldn't wait any longer. I softly pushed the door open and entered. The custodian was another older white guy with dark curly hair and a big pot belly. I hated to think what he'd do to a naked, cuffed slut like me if he had the fortune of catching me. I didn't let myself think of it. I didn't see any lights on or hear any movement, other than the occasional banging of the custodian. I crept down the opposite side of the room and neared the bathroom. I went in. It was hard, but not impossible, to reach the taped security card under the sink with my hands behind me as they were. I heard the door handle start to rattle. I nearly panicked. I raced to a stall and quickly shut the door and climbed up on the toilet seat, yuck. 

I thought, "Fuck, I"m trapped, if he's cleaning it, he'll get to my stall." My mind was racing with thoughts of what I'd say, how I'd explain it, I was sweating heavily. I listened. He was peeing. Then, as suddenly as he came, he was gone. "He just had to pee! Ew, he didn't even wash his hands. That is so gross," I thought. Then I stared at the image of me in the mirror. A naked slut, handcuffed, some guy's cum crusting on the sides of my mouth then I suddenly didn't feel so superior. I listened to his sounds getting farther away so again I made my move. I rushed into the stairway and hurtled myself down to the first floor. 

Here's where it gets even more tricky, though no doubt right where Darla wanted me to be. The stairwell empties out into the main lobby. Which is fine for the most part, everyone else always seemed to be out of this part of the building when I left so today hopefully would be no different. However, and it's a big however, the security guy's desk is smack dab right in the middle of the lobby. Halfway between me and the door to the loading dock. Stanley was the guard. He was a kindly fellow, probably approaching his 70s. He was tall and thin with a thick white moustache and white hair, some of which he combed across the top of his mostly bald head. I assumed he wasn't always at his desk. I was hoping this was one of those times. My next task was to get the dock key out of the drawer. Darla told me where he kept it. I pushed the door open slightly and looked both ways. It was clear. I rushed out. I knew the security cams would now show me clearly, naked slut and all. I didn't care as much about that, it was my last day, why should I care? I scrambled to his desk. I could see all the monitors, it looked like they were pretty much everywhere. Darla hadn't told me that. I tried to get the drawer open, which was tough because I had to face away from it. That's why I didn't see him coming.

"What is this, then?" I heard a booming voice say behind me. I swear the blood nearly left me.

I scrambled to my feet. "Oh god, oh god, I'm sorry, it's not what it looks like, oh fuck, I'm so sorry, I just need to.... oh fuck...." I said before giving up. What could I really say? I was naked and cuffed, trying to steal a key from a security desk.

He looked at me sternly for the longest time before saying something. Then I saw him smile. "Don't panic, dear, everything will be all right." He said, his steely blue eyes gently comforting me. 

"I'm sorry," I mumbled again.

He took me by my cuffs and walked me towards a door. He unlocked it and we both went in. "I can't have anyone seeing a naked lady prancing around my lobby," he chuckled.

"I suppose you want to know how that happened, right"? I said with resignation.

"Not really necessary, dear," he laughed. "I've been watching you all week."

The blood that I thought had left me now rushed back up to my face. "Like I said, it's not to worry," he reassured. "Miss Darla told me all about you."

"That bitch," I thought to myself, "she did it again!" I could only smile.

"Listen, I'm an old man. A woman comes up to me and tells me that if I just go along with a harmless game I get to have some fun with a beautiful, sexy young woman. What's an old man to do?" He pulled me down onto his lap. I felt like I was on Santa's knee.

"So..." I hesitated, all the while looking at the clock, "what is it you want, exactly?"

He just smiled a reassuring smile. "Look, like I said, I can't imagine I'll ever have another woman this beautiful sitting naked on my lap," he said softly. "I just want to ...touch you... some and then maybe...."

I knew what he'd like. I let him touch me. His hands were calloused but his touch was gentle, comforting. He was particularly fascinated by my breasts. He touched my pussy, but only briefly. I watched the clock, it was quarter to 8. It seemed like he was meditating, he was lost in thought as he savored the sensations my skin brought him. He stood me up.

"Ok dear, I've had my fun, you continue with yours," he said as he handed me the security card, he'd had it all along.

I looked him in the eyes. They were deep, soulful, they seemed pained. "Sit down," I told him. He looked at me questioningly. "Sit down and take your pants down," I said softly. He quickly obliged.

For an older gentleman his cock got solid awfully quickly. I gave him head that i'm sure he'd remember to his grave, on my knees, my hands still cuffed behind me. I swallowed his cum, it had none of the bitterness of a younger man, like John.

"I can't help you anymore," he said wistfully. "Darla told me not to." I nodded that I understood. I got up to leave, he had a tear in his eye. "Thank you," was all he said.

It was now just before 8, I hoped it wasn't too late. I raced across to the door of the dock. I entered, the trucks hadn't arrived yet, if I was lucky, maybe only Tony and another man would be there. I snuck around boxes and peered around corners. I made my way to the mail cage. I used the card to open the gate. I rushed in and grabbed my box.

"Looking for something in particular?" came the gruff voice. I recognized it immediately as Tony's.

I turned towards him.

"Didn't I tell you what could happen to a girl down here? Dressed like....well hell, this time you aren't even dressed," he mocked.

"Tony..." I stammered, I couldn't even find the words.

Finally, I managed to blurt out that it was just a game, that I was like a streaker and that my clothes and the cuff key were in the box. He was smiling lewdly the whole time.

"Uh huh, something like that, I'm sure," he cackled. "Look, I'm the foreman here, you just broke into a mail area, I'm sure that's a federal crime of some sort. What am I supposed to do with you?"

"Um, laugh it off and let me go?" I said hopefully, his eyes were fixed upon my body the whole time.

"Let's cut the bullshit. You are obviously some freaky bitch, that's pretty clear, I can understand that, in fact, that's kind of fucking cool. However, what good does that do me? Here are the facts, you hear those trucks coming in? You've got about 60 seconds to make up your mind before a dozen or so guys not as nice as me come streaming by here. You won't walk out of here without walking funny for days, believe me."

"Or?" I said, sensing another option.

"Or, I let you out of those cuffs, get you back into your clothes. Then, you and I go somewhere private and I get what I want from you." I wasn't sure I liked either option. His, "what I want from you" seemed as scary as a potential gang bang.

"They're coming," he urged. Quickly I ripped open the box and with his help he got the cuffs off me and my dress on just as the men marched by. They hooted on me and catcalled but with Tony there I'm sure they just thought he was helping one of the office ladies with her mail. They walked past.

"Ok, let's go," he said. He pulled me roughly with him. For reasons I'll never be able to explain my pussy was gushing by now, especially as he pulled me along. I was going to be his, there were no two ways about it, and it turned me the fuck on. 

He led me down a mechanical tunnel. We were out of sight. I started to feel real fear for a moment. I didn't resist. His stern expression never changed. He took out the cuffs. He cuffed my hands above my head and looped them over a pipe that was jutting out. He then put his hands roughly on my dress at my chest and in one violent move ripped it completely off me.

"I've wanted this from the first moment you started teasing me with it," he growled from behind me. His hands pawed and mauled my sensitive tits. "Tell me you want it."

"Don't....hurt me..." I begged, though it was not up to me anymore. 

"I said tell me you want it. I'm not going to be called a rapist. Tell me you want me to fuck you until you can't stand. Tell me that you were teasing me on purpose just so you could get grudge fucked."

"I...I..." I gasped, "I want you to fuck me."

"And?" he said. His hands were all over me, all over my tits, my pussy, his thick fingers were stroking my sex. He was making me dance from foot to foot.

"I want you to fuck me raw....because I deserve it. I teased you all week just so you'd take me down here and not let me go until you get off in me....just don't hurt me," I pleaded.

"Oh, it'll hurt," he said, "but in a good way. Darla said you don't mind it rough. Actually I think her exact words were, make sure it's rough."

"Fuck!" Darla again. I keep getting setup by her, she obviously had no intention of me successfully making it. That evil bitch. That wonderfully evil, delightful, sexy bitch.

I was lost in that thought when the first blow hit me. SLASH. His belt cracked across my backside like a lightning strike. I shrieked. The noise of the fans and all the motors running would drown any sound I made anyway. He kept at it. It was as though he was testing how much the skin on my ass could take before cutting. I was sobbing. He came around the front and cracked the belt across my tits. I screamed bloody murder every time it hit my nipples. I was screaming for him to stop but I don't even know if he could hear me in the din around us. 

Finally, he stopped. He came around behind me. He leaned to my ear so I could hear. "I'm going to fuck you raw," he said. Of that, I had no doubt. He punished my pussy with his cock. He was big, longer than Jeff's, though not as thick. He was touching parts of me that I don't think have been touched. I was hanging helplessly from the ceiling as he pommeled my poor pussy. He was stretching out my tits as he fucked me hard. He pulled my nipples damn near off with each mighty stroke. As much as I'd been fighting it, I couldn't help but notice that his cock was sliding in and out of me easily, my wetness over the situation was helping him even further. I'll never get over the fact that I can be so against this kind of treatment in my head, while at the same time my body betrays me and gets wet for it. He pulled out of me. He leaned against the wall, as if resting...and thinking. He uncuffed me for a moment. He led me over to a big machine. He pushed me face first over it. I was bent at the waist. He cuffed my hands to a meter, above me. I knew he was going to fuck my ass and did he ever. I've never been fucked so roughly, so thoroughly, so...wonderfully...in my ass before. I could feel the warmth of the machine underneath me as he assaulted my tight ass. He was slapping my already bruised behind as he raped my ass. I found myself bucking back into him. I wanted it to feel good to him. I wanted him to fill me up. The fever in my own brain was starting to break. All those days of sweet and wonderful build up, leading to this. It was finally culminating. I came. I came so hard I swear I drowned out the hum the machine under me. This spurred him on and it sent him over the edge. I felt his hot sticky cum fill my ass. He pulled out of me and fell back against the wall. He sat there for awhile, panting. He left me cuffed, on that machine while his cum dripped down my ass and legs.

I wondered, now what? Is he going to let me go? Is he going to send other guys down here too? I shivered at those thoughts. The dark recesses of my mind though sent a electrically charged message straight to my pussy at the very thought of it. Finally he got up. He leaned into me. 

"Darla wanted me to ask you this, before I let you go..." he started. "Have you had enough?"

I didn't respond right away. He continued, "she wanted me to have you say one way or the other. I'll let you out, right now and you can go, or...." he hesitated before completing, "or I tell the guys on the dock what's down here tied to the machine." 

I knew why she wanted this. She wanted me to be responsible for my own fate. My head wanted to get out, to go home and relive all of it with my vibrator, in the safety of my own home. My heart, my slutty, filthy heart though...wasn't sure. Luckily, my head won out. I lifted my head to respond. I could feel the soreness everywhere, my tits, my ass, my pussy, my muscles. This would take days to recover from. That won the day.

"Let me...go..." I said, though still with reluctance.

"Remember this," he said, as if I could forget. "If you ever need this again, come by the dock, just before 8 pm. Darla only owed me for one bet, but if you want to make your own deal, then you know where I'm at." 

He uncuffed me, tossed me my dress, which was ripped all the way down the seams. I had to hold it together. "Wait ten minutes, then walk out. Go to the right at the end of this tunnel and it will take you closest to the back door. I'll make sure you get out unnoticed. I nodded. Ten minutes later I was in the parking lot, fumbling with my keys.

"Joy?" said a soft voice.

I turned. It was Dave. "What is it Dave?" 

"Are you all right?" he said with concern. I was laughing to myself. He was so timid, guys like Jeff and Tony took me like the slut I am and here's this meek guy totally concerned with my welfare. I don't know why but he kind of disgusted me at that moment.

"I'm fine," I snapped. "It's just late, it's been a long day."

"I know, Jeff told me," he said, his voice suddenly deeper and threatening.

"What?" I said, startled.

"Jeff tells me everything, everyone he fucks, he's an ass like that," Dave laughed.

"Oh, that," I said, trying to play it off.

"Yes, that."

"So what about it?" I asked without real concern. He was a big guy, fat, but not disgustingly so, just thick, and bearlike.

"Well, honestly, I know this is your last day, I was thinking more of the same."

I looked at him. "What? You've got to be kidding." I said with airs, even though there I was in the parking lot with Tony's cum in my ass and down my legs, and Jeff and Stanely's cum still on my lips, while struggling to hold the pieces of my dress togehter.

"Look, I don't want to fuck you, I have a girlfriend, but I think a blowjob would do nicely." He said, with strange confidence. He saw something in my eyes. "So, get the fuck on your knees and suck me off, right here, right now."

"Fuck, do all men know my need to get told what to do"? I thought.

"So, unless you want me telling management about fucking Jeff right in the office, I think you'd better get on your slutty knees and start sucking on my cock."

My mouth dropped. I couldn't believe this was Dave. Instinctually I did what I do. I got on my knees, on the cold asphalt of the parking lot, right next to my car, I gave that fucker head. The scrapes on my knees would remind me for days about what I did for him there. He filled my slut mouth and didn't even say goodbye. I got in my car. There was a note taped to the dash. 

"Congratulations, you made it, I hope it was everything you wanted it to be, and more," In Darla's handwriting. I smiled. It was. And I'm sure she knew it was.

THE END