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Personal

By: Melissa



I couldn't believe it was finally happening! I had run my personal ad for the last three weeks without even a nibble and I was beginning to get disappointed. It had taken me months to get up the nerve to even submit it to the paper. At first I checked the post office box every day figuring I would have a response sometime that first week, but the box was always empty. After that first week I began going every few days to check.

Finally, after the third week I opened the box to find a large manila envelope. As I pulled it out of the box, I felt such a rush come over me; my hands shook so much I could barely hold the envelope without dropping it. I knew I wanted to wait till I was home to open it; the clerk who worked at the mailbox service was a scrawny young guy who wore thrasher metal band tee shirts and stared at me every time I came in. He made me nervous.

It took forever for me to get home. When I finally did, I knew I wanted to make this moment special. I poured myself a glass of wine, turned the lights down, and lit some strawberry flavored candles. As I changed into my favorite lingerie, I turned on the stereo to my favorite classic rock channel. I grabbed the bottle of wine, my glass, the original ad, and my first response and climbed into bed.

I quickly drained my first glass of wine and poured myself another. I read my ad aloud to myself.

Single young woman looking for first time domination relationship. I want to be your slave!

I had kept it simple because in all honesty, I had had no idea what this would entail. I had had a few boyfriends, clean cut men who opened doors for me and held my hand. Boys who waited until I was ready for sex, always used condoms, and always waited till the lights were off and they were in bed. At first, this had satisfied me; it was exactly as I had imagined sex to be. As time went on, though, I became less and less interested in these experiences. With my last boyfriend, I ended up faking my orgasms quickly so that he would get off me and leave. But I had finally broken it off and decided to put a hold on dating for a while.

That's when I started thinking about placing the personal ad. I had thought for a while about going to a bar and picking up some random guy, but finally decided I would end up making a fool of herself because I had no idea how to even do that. I spent some time in a chat room listening in on people's fantasies and watching as various users paired off for cybersex. But I wasn't into that and eventually gave up on the chat room. And that's when the personal ad idea came to mind. I had seen it in a movie, of course the woman who placed the ad in the movie was looking for a friend to travel Europe with and not a master who would dominate her!

And now I had my first response. Excitedly, I tore open the envelope and pulled out the contents. A black garter belt and black sheer stockings, a black thong and bustier, and a tiny lycra black dress. And on the bottom was a pair of stiletto heels, black of course. Pinned to the garter belt was a small piece of paper with a date, time, and address written on it. Excitedly I realized it was for tomorrow. My mystery man wanted me to wear these clothes and show up there tomorrow at 5:00. Since I wouldn't make it home to change after work, I decided to wear the garter belt, stockings, and bustier under her normal work clothes and carry the dress and stilettos in her purse.

The next day at work dragged by; I couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen when I showed up at this man's door. All I could think was that my every fantasy was about to come true. This thought alone turned me on; by the time I left the office the black thong was soaked through and my thighs were slick with my juices. I ran to my car and changed into the mini dress. It was so tight that when I sat in the driver's seat, the skirt rode up to reveal the tops of her thighs over the stockings. The top of the dress was cut low so that the top of the bustier peeked out. My large D cup breasts were practically overflowing their confines. I knew if I jumped up quickly my tits would pop out of the dress-and that thought excited me more. I had a hard time keeping my car on the road.

And then I was at the house. There seemed to be only one light on inside and I began to get really nervous. But I never once thought about pulling away from the house and returning to my empty apartment. I stepped out of the car and pulled the mini skirt down over her stockings. I checked my lipstick in the car mirror and then walked up the path and rang the doorbell. I checked my watch and saw that I was five minutes late.

The door opened and I knew that it was definitely too late now to back out. The man standing in front of me was tall, at least six feet, with dark hair and amazing green eyes. He was furious! "Get in here" he yelled. "You're late; I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." I was stunned, I started to stammer that I was just five minutes late and that I hadn't been sure where his house was, but he cut me off by grabbing me by the hair and pulling me into the house. I screamed out when he twisted my long dark hair around his hand; he used his other hand to slam the front door shut and then slapped me across the face. I immediately fell silent and he pushed me to my knees in front of him. My face was level with the zipper to his jeans and I could see a large bulge straining against the denim.

After he slapped me, my eyes had filled with tears, but the site of his obviously engorged cock made me forget the pain. I looked up at him with confusion evident in her face. "You're my slave and from this point on will always call me Master, even when we're out in public. Do you understand me?"

I began to tremble, but I wasn't sure it was from fear; I couldn't seem to tear my eyes away from his bulge, but I did manage to nod. "I want to hear you say it," he commanded. Hesitantly, I looked up at him and managed to whisper, "yes, I understand."

He slapped me again and this time I stayed silent. "You do not look at me, you are a slave. Keep your eyes down! And when you answer me, you must always call me Master. Now try again!"

This time, with my head down and my eyes looking at the floor, I said "Yes, Master, I understand."

"Perfect. Now stand up and follow me." He walked up the stairs to the right and down a long hall into his bedroom. I hurried to keep up with his long legs, worried that if I didn't, he would punish me again. Along one wall was a large fireplace with a large fire crackling away; opposite the fireplace was a king size bed. The third wall was filled with closet doors which were covered in floor to ceiling mirrors. The fourth wall was blank except for two hooks about six feet up and about five feet apart. He watched me look at his room and decided to allow it just this once. "Kneel slave."

Without looking up, I knelt in front of him. I pleased him by kneeling in front of him so quickly. He wouldn't be satisfied until he had broken her and she was completely humble to him and willing to satisfy his every desire. He told her to stand and remove her dress. I did, again without looking at him. He moved so he could see her in the mirrors as well. The bustier and garter fit like a glove; he had watched her go to the box one day. He prided himself on his ability to gauge a woman's size even in clothes. After admiring her for a moment, he ordered her to stand with her back to the blank wall. I did as I was told and he went to the closet and pulled out a large black box. I was curious about the contents of the box, but already sensed that asking the question would result in punishment, so I stayed silent.

From the box he removed a pair of cuffs that were attached to long chains. He heard her quick indrawn breath and allowed himself a smile before walking towards her. The chains clinked together as he moved causing her heart to race. He slid his hand down her right arm before locking the cuff in place. He quickly attached the chain to the loop to her right and then did the same with her left. In a matter of minutes he had her arms stretched almost to their breaking points at her sides. He returned from the box with another set of cuffs and did the same with her ankles attaching them to loops that had previously been hidden by the carpet. At this point I was spread eagle, forced to lean against the wall for support. In this position, it was hard for me to keep my head down, but did my best knowing I was supposed to be subservient. I wondered what else he had in store for me.

I didn't have to wait long. He pulled a long knife from the box and before I could gasp with fear, he had slit the front of my bustier and then my panties. With a flick from the knife, both garments dropped to the floor. When he moved to the side, I saw myself in the full length mirrors. I was wearing nothing but the black silk stockings and 4 inch stilettos. With my legs spread open, my shaved pussy was open to view. He showed his approval with a nod of his head. He spread baby oil over my entire pussy. His caress had felt so good, but it was over before I could really enjoy it. And now I looked at my hairless pussy in amazement; it was so sleek and so shiny with the baby oil. "From now on, you will keep it like this for me. I never want to see it with any hair on it. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, Master, I understand." I whispered. My pussy ached for his touch. I began clenching and unclenching my ass for the small bit of stimulation it offered. He laughed when he saw what I was doing. He removed another object from his box; I wasn't sure but thought it looked like a huge dildo. He approached me and without any warning, slid it inside my dripping hole. With a grin, he fucked me with it for just a few strokes. I began to moan and writhe trying to take it further into myself and hold on to it for longer. He pulled it out, my pussy lips made a loud slurping sound, I was so wet. I cried out, and he asked if I wanted it back. "Yes, Master, please give it to me."

He laughed again and then thrust the plug into my anus. I screamed when I felt the plug begin to penetrate my asshole. He waited for her to quiet down, then slid it in a little further. "I will not tolerate screaming in the future." He barked and slid the plug in the rest of the way. Tears streamed down my face and I slowly nodded my head. No one had ever inserted anything into my ass before and while I had read that some people enjoyed being fucked this way, I had been positive that I was not one of those people. However, at this point, I had no choice in the matter.

He was pleased to see the look of acceptance in her eyes and returned to his box for more toys. This time he came back to her with two clamps in his hand. He leaned down and sucked on her right nipple. He continued to suck and lightly bite her nipple. I moaned a little and felt myself get wet again, but then he removed his mouth. My nipple was distended and he slipped the clamp onto it. He proceeded to do the same with the second one and then began to tighten the clamps. At first it felt so pleasurable, I began to writhe against the wall again and moan, but then he turned them again and they began to feel a little sore. Now I was writhing with the pain and the tears started to flow again. Finally he seemed satisfied with their position.

When he returned from the box he was carrying a huge dildo. He slipped it into my dripping pussy and began to thrust it in and out with long strokes. In spite of myself, I could feel myself beginning to come and then he stopped and removed it. He waited for her to calm down before starting up again. For the next hour, he kept this up...bringing her to the point of climax and then removing the pleasure. I began crying in earnest.

Just as I was about to give up all hope and begin to beg for my climax, he left the room. There was no clock in the bedroom so I couldn't be sure how long he was gone, but the fire died down and I began to get cold. When he finally returned, he wasn't alone. There was another man behind him! My Master sat on the bed while the other man approached me. He began to take off his clothes; I kept my head down. I didn't know what to do. With my head down, I saw his fully erect cock spring from his boxer shorts. Without a word, he grabbed me by the shoulder and thrust his hard dick in my cunt. The force of his thrusts slammed me into the wall which jarred the butt plug each time I hit. My ass spasmed around the plug and I began to cry again. Unbelievably, I felt myself beginning to become aroused. I was so excited that I was finally going to be allowed to climax when all of a sudden, he pulled out of my cunt and shot his load all over my stomach and tits. When he was finished, he reached up smoothed the cum into my tits, and twisted the clamps another half turn.

Then he turned and walked out of the room with my Master behind him. As they shut the door, I could hear both men laugh. I was absolutely helpless. There was no way for me to get any relief from the plug, the clamps, or my raging pussy. I must have passed out because when I came to my Master had returned and was undoing the chains on the wall. He forced me to stand before him wearing another man's cum on my body as well as the butt plug and the nipple clamps. I was unsteady on my legs after being chained in one position for so long. He then removed the nipple clamps. The cool air on my now free nipples caused them to harden; the agony was intense. He handed me my dress and ordered me to put it on; my nipples were obviously erect through the thin fabric. As the fabric rubbed against them, the stimulation bordered on painful. He led me out to his car and drove me to a nearby club. "You will do whatever I tell you, is that understood Slave?"

"Yes, Master, I understand."

We entered the club; it was hard for me to walk with the butt plug still in my asshole, but I didn't complain. He chose a corner and sat down. "Dance for me," he ordered. I began dancing as seductively as I could in front of him. Soon I had many male admirers leering at me and "accidentally" brushing up against my breasts and ass. My Master turned to one and asked if he would like a blow job. The guy could hardly contain himself; this must be his lucky night. The stranger sat down next to my Master who motioned to me. I knelt between the man's legs, unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock and began sucking on it. My Master pulled my dress down to my waist exposing my full breasts and puckered nipples; he told the stranger and all the other men watching that they could shoot their cum all over me if they wanted. And that's just what they did. I lost count by the end of the night of how many men I had blown, but we left when the club closed. I was covered in cum; my hair was plastered to my face and my dress stuck to my cum covered body. I followed my Master to his car with my dress around my waist. He never told me to pull it up.

We returned to his house and I followed him up the stairs. He told me to kneel before him. This time when he looked at her, he saw complete subservience in her eyes.

Personal Ad



Recently I had gotten restless. I love my husband, we have an amazing marriage and our bedroom life is sweet, passionate, even mind blowing at times. It was just that I wanted to try something different. My husband and I are both very open minded people and after talking to him about this new need, he suggested browsing craigslist personal ads for fun at least. We looked online together, browsed through one after another in many different categories- seeking a man, a woman, or a couple that caught our eye. There were a few ads that stood out to me with higher potential. I responded tentatively to three different people and with nothing more I could do, went on with my evening. The next day, when my hectic schedule lessened, I jumped on our email account to see what had come in today. I was surprised that I had a couple responses from the craigslist ads already. I was excited to respond even if this didn't go anywhere, flirting is always good for the soul. I wrote back to each with more detail about myself and what I wanted to experience sexually, what turned me on and what didn't. I attached a pic to each and sent them back out into cyber space.

As the day progressed, I found myself checking my email more and more frequently. In the late afternoon I got an answer back from a young lady who wanted the same thing I did, to spice it up. She was married with children as well but was looking for fun on the side without her husband's consent. I thanked my stars that I had a man I could be open with throughout this process, I was already excited to tell him all about my correspondence from this day. This woman had sent a picture back and although she wasn't a size 1 supermodel, she was absolutely stunning. She was native american and had long shiny black hair. Her waist had a little more padding on it from childbearing but I found that extremely attractive since I was in the same boat. She was 5'5" and looked to have c cup breasts, all in all she had a very sweet yet sexy look to her. I wrote back right away to tell her how beautiful she truly was and answer some of the questions she had asked me in her email. I had been scared that she wouldn't even respond to me after I had sent her my photo. I'm not unattractive but I do have self esteem issues since my body wasn't back to it's pre baby state. I have b cup breasts, a narrow physique other than the 7 extra pounds that seems to never leave my midsection, dark brown hair and eyes, and at 5'2" my husband likes to call me travel sized.

I was lost in self analysis when an email popped into my inbox. She had written back with specific details of what she'd like to do with me, I have to say I needed a cold shower or a good fuck soon with the images that were building in my head. She wanted to know my real name since so far we hadn't exchanged our private information. Also she wanted my number so we didn't have to keep using email. I tried to stay calm but my heart was racing a million miles an hour as I typed in my name and number. As I hit send I knew there was no going back now. I almost expected a call right away and tried not to be too disappointed when that didn't happen, after all we are both mothers with hectic schedules and her husband was probably home so she wasn't free to pursue our little tryst at the moment. I reluctantly got back into my normal routine of homework, housework, and dinner.

After the kids were in school the next morning and my husband was off to work, that's when I got a call. I almost didn't answer since I didn't know the number but then my email from the day before flashed through my mind. I was immediately nervous and excited when I heard a woman's voice on the other end of the line. As I talked I paced the room. Her name was Natalie and she lived about two hours away from me. Her husband wasn't quite as attentive to her needs as mine was, so she had started looking outside the home for what she needed. We talked for so long that I was afraid my cell phone would die on me. It was an easy going conversation, we talked about every mundane thing you could think of, but it was relaxed and genuine as we chatted. We could both tell there was a strong connection and before we got off the phone the conversation had turned a bit steamier. Mostly we repeated things we had said in our emails to each other about what we wanted to get out of this, what turned us on and so on. As we talked, images of this sexy woman ravishing me kept playing in my head. 

As soon as the phone was hung up, I rubbed my clit like it was life or death and I climaxed within a couple minutes while replaying her sultry voice in my head. We had ended up setting a meeting time for a couple weekends later. Natalie was going to drive halfway and I would meet her for lunch and see how our chemistry was in person. I became more and more nervous as the time grew near but as soon as we met face to face and she gave me a big hug, I was able to fully relax. Lunch went great and we ended up walking and talking all afternoon. Then instead of meeting up later to take this to the next level, we decided to seize the chance we had right then. Natalie had told her husband she was meeting an old friend to catch up, so when she called to get out of going home that day, she told him we were still catching up and decided to make a weekend out of it. I told my husband the truth and he was all grins, even on the phone I could tell that. 

We got a cheap motel room and locked ourselves inside with the do not disturb sign hanging on the door. My nerves struck up again but she was gentle and patient with me. She had been with a girl before years back so was experienced. We took things almost at a crawl, one step at a time, just enjoying each other and our time together. We started by sitting together on the bed and lightly kissing. The kisses were soft and warm and soon my body seemed to be on fire. Her lips became more aggressive as time went on and her tongue made its way into my mouth. I immediately responded in kind and our kissing became passionate and full of the need we were feeling. Our hands moved up and down each other's bodies, exploring each inch of the other woman. As our mouths parted, hers lowered down to start kissing my neck. A trail of kisses was left from my neck to my breasts to my stomach then my thighs and slowly onto my wet crotch. 

Natalie sat back up, letting her hands trail over my back roughly. Then we were making out again. The next time we broke apart I took advantage of exploring her body with my lips. I made the same trail she did but lingered longer on each spot, loving the feel of her. As I sat back up, she took the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it to the side. She pressed her body against mine as she reached behind me to unclasp my bra. As it fell away, I felt extremely exposed. Before shyness could overtake me though, Natalie leaned close to my ear and told me how beautiful I was, then she sucked gently on each nipple, circling them with her tongue. I removed her shirt and bra after that and let my hands massage her breasts, playing with each darkened nipple. I decided to keep going since my courage was holding up and I leaned her back on the bed to get her shoes, socks, pants and underwear all off.

I let my hands trace up her legs, enjoying the smooth feeling of her skin. She was incredibly soft and I couldn't get enough of feeling her body from top to bottom. As my hands roamed they would pass her pussy which was mostly clean shaven, just a small patch of hair left. I let my hands rub over her pussy the first few times, then I let a finger slide in ever so slowly. She was very wet for me and just that thought got me going even more. I moaned with her as I pushed my fingers inside of her folds. I let my finger pump in and out, then I pulled my finger out and tasted it. It was different but nice and I sucked my finger clean. Natalie sat up and pulled my shoes off next, she continued till I was fully naked before her. She didn't rub my body or finger me, she leaned down and let her mouth start to pleasure me right away. I gasped with the first sensation of her soft lips on my sensitive clit, then laid back and let the sensation wash over me as she devoured my wet cunt like a pro.

I came quickly and I came hard. My hips bucked up against her face as she continued to eat me out and I let everyone within three doors of us know how pleased I was. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her neck and we kissed deeply. I could taste my own juices on her tongue. She pulled me up so I was practically sitting on her lap, then moved one of each of our legs so we were tangled together. We rocked back and forth as we french kissed, our pussies rubbing together so hard they could start a fire. I had never felt anything to compare with this new sensation and my body responded with loud wet noises as we pressed into each other. She came first this way, but we just kept going. I came next but neither of us stopped. We were drenched in sweat and grasping each other to keep going as our fourth orgasms hit us in this position.

We fell back on the bed and held each other as we drifted off to sleep. Sometime during the night I woke up to a pussy on my face while her mouth was eating me out. I held her hips and started working her over with my tongue at first, then I would suck hard on her clit and repeat this process all over again. I came hard and she licked me the entire time I did. She came twice which made me feel good about my new found skill. When we were side by side again with our heads on the same pillow, our mouths connected and our hands seemed to have a mind of their own. We made out like teenagers in that motel room. For well over an hour we enjoyed each others bodies this way. Our kissing got slower and gentler as time went on and we grew tired. We ended up falling asleep with our lips still pressed against each other.

Morning came quickly and I awoke first. I lay there looking at her naked body in the light and admiring her female form. Then I took the initiative and went down on her. She woke up moaning and was soon clutching the pillow as she orgasmed to my tongue exploring her wetness. We went in to shower together and ended up fingering each other for most the time. Natalie knelt down and pressing her face hard against my aching pussy let me cum three different times as I ran my hands through her hair with my eyes shut and head thrown back. I tried to return the favor but she wouldn't let me, just wanted to give me that pleasure. We had to check out soon after and for the next few hours we spent talking over lunch. As we separated to head back to our own lives we decided to do this again as soon as we could. She agreed to come to my house next time and let my husband watch while our kids would be at a babysitters. She even promised to bring a strap on she had from her previous relationship with a woman. I drove back home in pure bliss hardly able to wait to tell my waiting husband every detail and jump his bones.



Personal Ad Adventure



Sean smiled when he read the personals ad:

"Couple seeks attractive, virile, black man.
Must be 9" or greater, and have proof of vasectomy.
Open minded and STD free a must."

This was an offer Sean couldn't pass up. He responded to the ad and sent a picture of himself. A week went by before he received an answer. They wanted to meet with him. They suggested a meeting at a local bar called "Snookys".

Their letter asked him to bring proof of his vasectomy, and a recent SDT test. This was not a problem. He was certain he would test negative for any SDT's, he had always been careful to protect himself.

Sean didn't have a vasectomy, but his married brother did 3 years ago. Sean would simply make a copy of his brother’s certificate, and in the process, it would be very easy to change the name.

It was a Friday night when they were supposed to meet. Sean went in the front door of Snookys and was flagged down by a couple sitting in a booth at the rear of the bar. Their names were Jeff and Linda. They seemed friendly enough. They weren't exactly what Sean had pictured in his mind, but he was sure he knew what they were looking for, they didn't have to explain.

Jeff introduced his wife Linda. She was a good looking woman of about 34. Linda had brown hair blue eyes and a great figure that was toped off by a pair of large and very succulent breasts. Almost too much breasts but not quite, thought Sean.

Jeff ordered drinks for the three of them, he didn't waste time in checking out the certificates for the vasectomy and his SDT test. Jeff examined the documents closely, and they seemed to satisfy him. 

Linda didn't waste any time in checking Sean's other qualifications. As soon as the waitress left the table her hand reached down into Sean's crotch, and started stroking his cock. Sean responded with a instant hard on. Linda was pleased, his ten inch member filled his pants and the resulting bulge filled her hand nicely.

“You’re not the shy type are you”, Sean said as he enjoyed her hand on his cock.

The waitress reappeared with their drinks and Jeff paid. Linda didn’t bother to remove her hand from Sean's crotch. The waitress glanced over at them and gave Linda a knowing smile.

After the waitress left, Jeff looked at Linda and asked, 

"Well sweetheart, what do you think?". 

"I think he's very nice… I want him".

Jeff looked at Sean and smiled, “Well Sean are you interested?”

“What would you like me to do?”, Sean asked.

Jeff explained that Linda had a fantasy that she wanted to act out. Jeff enjoyed making fantasies come true for his beautiful wife. He truly loved his wife and loves to see her "Feel the heat" of the passions in her fantasies.

Jeff and Linda had been married for 12 years, and during that time Jeff helped Linda experience several of her fantasies. There was one fantasy that Linda has wanted to try for several years and now they were recruiting Sean to help her make it happen. Linda wanted to engage in a role playing adventure, and Sean was to be the key player.

Jeff looked over at his wife and smiled. Linda continued stroking Sean’s bulge as Jeff continued.

“Linda stopped using birth control four years ago because I had a vasectomy. She always used birth control and made the men wear a condom whenever we had any adventures that included other men.

This time she wants to try something a little different. She wants to engage in a role playing fantasy where she can feel like she there is a risk of her getting pregnant”.

“Pregnant by a black man”, Sean said.

Linda squeezed his cock.

“Well yes”, Jeff stammered at Sean’s frankness.

“But there is more to it than that. Beyond the qualifications we outlined in our ad, she wants a man that she can feel a real chemistry with”.

“I understand what you mean. I think chemistry is important too. Tell me more about this fantasy”, Sean replied.

“In her fantasy Linda wants to feel like she was taking a risk of getting pregnant by a well endowed black stud. We want you to play that part and make Linda feel that she would get pregnant if you were to cum in her. She will plead with you not to cum in her, but you will anyway”.

“That sounds like fun”, Sean smiled and looked at Linda.

As Sean understood it, Linda wanted to get off on the idea that when his cum was shooting into her, it would make her pregnant. It was sort of a "forbidden or taboo pregnancy" fantasy. Sean guessed that Jeff would only be there to watch and most likely jack off while he pumped his cock into lovely Linda.

“OK I am interested, what next?” Sean asked.

Linda kissed Sean on the cheek.

“We have a room at a motel nearby. What do you say we get acquainted?” Linda asked.

The three of them got up from the booth and headed for the door. Linda saw that Sean’s cock was still hard from her playing and now the bulge in his pants was quite obvious. Linda saw that a few of the other women in the bar noticed this and was watching him as he walked toward the door.

They left the bar and went the motel. Once in the room, Linda did not hesitate to take her clothes off. Sean look at her as she slid her panties down her legs and tossed them aside with her foot. Linda had a great body. She was 5'6" with beautiful "38 D" breasts. She was slightly plump, but those few extra pounds gave her a very womanly shape. 

Sean was rock hard from the anticipation of having his cock in her juicy hole. Jeff removed his clothes and sat in a chair opposite the bed. His cock stood at attention from the excitement of what was to come. 

Linda walked up to Sean, unfastened his pants and unzipped them. As soon as she saw his erect black cock pointing up at her, she bent over and started to suck his cock. Jeff was watching it all and stroking his own cock.

Linda sucked him for a few moments and then stood up again and looked at her husband.

"Look at his cock! I can’t believe how big it is.” Linda turned back to Sean.

“Come on, lets get you undressed".

Once Sean was out of his clothes, Linda lead him to stand in front of the chair where Jeff was seated. Linda proceeded to suck Sean with great enthusiasm and put on quite a show for her husband.

"He's going to have me as much as he wants tonight, and you can only watch. You do want to watch, don't you darling?"

"I wouldn‘t miss it for the world", replied Jeff in a slightly quivering voice.

"Good", she replied. "I hope you get a good view, because I think Sean here, is going to give me the fucking of my life tonight".

Linda laid in the bed and opened her legs.

"Jeff dear, would you like to get something to eat before we get started?"

Without a word Jeff laid himself down between her legs and started licking her pussy. She motioned for Sean to come close to her head so she could resume sucking his thick black cock.

Linda was genuinely pleased by the results of their search. Sean was everything she had hoped for. His cock was ten inches long, very thick, and dark, just what she wanted.

Jeff looked at his wife as she stroked and sucked Sean's cock. It filled both her hands and then some. Linda's fingers could not wrap around Sean's cock completely.

"See how big around it is?", she asked her husband.

She had only sucked a black cock twice before, but none of them was as nice as the one she had tonight.

"OK sweetheart, I think it’s time for Sean to take over."

Jeff got off the bed and returned to his chair. Sean moved down between

Linda's legs and put the head of his cock at the opening of her freshly eaten pussy. He rubbed the head of his cock in the opening of her pussy to get it wet with he juices. Next he rubbed her clit with the head if his cock to tease her a little. 

Linda's hips moved with the motion of his cock, and she moaned with the pleasure as Sean massaged her clit with the head of his cock. Sean guided his cock to the opening of her pussy and started to slide it in. Linda's pussy responded well to his cock as the first few inches entered her.

After Sean slid the head in and out a few times, her pussy loosened up quickly and got noticeably wetter.

With each stroke he pushed his cock deeper into Linda's sopping wet sex hole. Sean took his time, he was not in a hurry and was enjoying the feeling of being inside of Linda's warm, wet pussy and the movement her hips made as she writhed and moaned from the sensation of his intrusion into her. 

He was getting closer with each stroke to putting it all into her and it was obvious that Linda was enjoying it very much because she started to moan louder. 

Linda stopped for a moment and started to beg him to stop. Sean knew this was all part of the fantasy and started to play his part.

"Please, I can't do this. I get pregnant very easy. Please!!! I can't do this. OHHHHH......OH, it feels so good. Just don't cum in me OK? Please!!....... Please don't cum in me", Linda cried.

Linda was very convincing in her role.

Now it was Sean's turn, "Do you like what I'm doing to you?" Sean asked.

"Yes!!" replied Linda.

"Can your husband make you feel like this?". 

Sean added that in for Jeff’s benefit. He guessed that Jeff might be looking for a little humiliation from the experience so he would oblige Jeff.

"No Linda replied breathlessly, he doesn't have what you have".

"I might slip and get you pregnant. All it would take is one little squirt, could just leave my cock in for a second too long and you would have all of me".

Sean liked this fantasy of Linda’s and thought he was playing his role very well.

"Please don't!!!" Linda started squirming under Sean's weight. 

"Please don't cum in me. Please!!", Linda cried again.

Sean held her down, Linda couldn't escape him. Sean buried his cock fully into her and began pumping her harder until he felt the first jet of cum squirt from his cock. He pushed his cock deep into her and let go with a thick load of cum. Linda panicked at the feeling of his cum gushing Into her.

"NO!!!, not inside!! OH my God no!!"

Her orgasm overcame her in a wave of hot ecstasy. Linda immediately became immersed in the intense feelings of pleasure that now engulfed her. Linda grabbed Sean's waist and pulled him against her forcing his cock deeper inside of her. She was thrusting her hips hard, now fucking Sean furiously. Sean continued to pump his cum into Linda's receptive pussy.

“You have a man’s cum in you now Linda. Hold it in there. Hold it deep inside of you”.

Linda's orgasm lasted almost two minutes. When it was over, she relaxed her grip on Sean and collapsed, exhausted. They remained together for a time. When Sean finally withdrew his cock from Linda, she looked up at him and said, 

"Thank you for that great orgasm. You are a remarkable lover". She looked down and remarked,

"Wow, you really fill a girl up. Do you always cum so much?"

"That's about normal for me", replied Sean.

His cum was smeared all over her pussy and dripping out of her opening. Linda fingered herself and rubbed his cum over her clit.

Jeff had cum sometime while Sean was fucking Linda and his dick now hung limply.

Linda was not through with Sean and she immediately started sucking him once more.

“Look Jeff, your wife is sucking a big black cock. Are you jealous?”

Jeff laughed, “OH yes my love, I am jealous that I don’t have a cock like Sean’s”.

Linda liked Sean’s cock and she was not about to let him go just yet. She had Sean lay on the bed and she climbed on top of him. His cock entered her easily and she rode him for a long time and several more orgasms. Sean shot another load into her, but this time she did not protest.

It was about one thirty in the morning when Linda decided she had enough for one evening. Sean cleaned up and got dressed.

Jeff and Linda thanked Sean for a great time and suggested that they do it again soon. Sean agreed saying that Linda was great. Linda put on a robe and walked Sean to his car.

"Sean, I still feel hot from our sex. I want to do a lot more with you. Perhaps you could come over to the house for an afternoon and we could have some private time together."

" I would like that", Sean replied. "Are you sure Jeff won't mind?"

"Not at all, I will tell him all about it later anyway. He loves to hear about the naughty things I do."

"OK then, when would you like to get together?"

"Tomorrow at 1:00? Jeff will be playing golf for a few hours".

"I can't wait. I would like to see you as much as I can before I go."

"Go!, go where?" Linda asked.

"My job is transferring me, I will be moving to England in another month".

"Oh no!", Linda exclaimed. "Just when I found such a great lover. I don't want to stop fucking you until you leave for England. It's a good thing that you had a vasectomy, I would end up pregnant for sure."

"That would be quite a complication, wouldn't it?" Sean smiled, "Good night Linda, I will see you tomorrow."

"Good night", Linda replied. "I can't wait!".

For the next month Sean and Linda saw each other several times a week. She started excluding Jeff from sex. She wanted only Sean for the one month he had left in the states. Linda was in love with the sensation of Sean's cock deep inside of her. 

It was true, a big cock was better if the man knew how to use it, and Sean was very good at using his. Their afternoon secessions grew longer and Linda's orgasms grew more powerful as she and Sean fucked more and more. During one of their afternoon encounters, Sean had cum in Linda five times. Linda found it impossible to keep track of how many orgasms she had when they had sex. They seemed to run together into one that lasted for hours. 

Linda also noticed that something else was happening. Her pussy was adapting to Sean’s huge cock and was no longer tight for her husband. She could not feel her husband’s cock very much anymore. 

Sean had stretched her out, and she knew that the if he continued to fuck her, he would stretch her out permanently. Linda decided that she would take that chance. She wanted as much of Sean’s cock as she could get.

After each of their encounters, Sean would let himself out while Linda remained on the bed, feeling spent from their activities and basking in the afterglow of her orgasms. As she lay there she could feel cum dripping from her well fucked hole. 

She thought to herself "damn, that man can sure fill a woman up".

A month had passed and the time had come for Sean to say good by. Time was up and Sean knew he had to make his exit. He had made up the story about moving to London from the very start because he knew he would eventually need a way to disappear gracefully. Linda insisted that Sean stay all night with her for their last night.

" I want you to sleep with me the last night. I want to know what it feels like to be with you all night".

"What about Jeff?", he asked.

"Jeff and I talked about it already. He will sleep on the couch. It's OK with him, he knows that this is our last time together".

Sean agreed to spend the night with Linda. Their sex was more like lovemaking this time. Their pace seemed slower and more deliberate. Linda's orgasm built up for a long time and it's release made her whole body spasm. They continued to make love for most of the night. At about 3:30 am, Linda put her arms around Sean and pulled herself close to him.

"Sean, I want to tell you something". 

Sean stopped his cock from sliding in and out of Linda's pussy. He slid it all the way in and left it there as she spoke. Linda's voice quivered slightly as she spoke.

"Sean, I have to tell you this before you leave tomorrow...... I love you.........I know I'm married, and I do love Jeff very much, but I love you too. Can you understand how I feel? I don't expect you to love me, I just wanted you to know how I feel before you disappear from my life tomorrow".

"I don't know what to say", Sean replied.

"You don't have to say anything, it's OK".

Linda had Sean lay down on his side and she positioned herself on her side in front of him. He slid his cock into her from the rear and they continued their sex. After they were finished, Sean held Linda in his arms and kept his cock inside of her pussy as they drifted off to sleep. In the morning Linda immediately climbed on top of Sean for one more time before he left. She rode him in a slow grinding motion. It didn't take long for her orgasm to overcome her. Linda collapsed onto Sean. He held her tight as he felt her body tremble from the effects of her last orgasm with him.

Linda wanted more, but Sean told her that he had to go. As Sean was walking out Linda's front door, Linda kissed him hard.

"I will miss you Sean."

"I will miss you too." He replied.

"With all my fantasizing there is a small part of me that wishes I did get pregnant by you. You're such a fantastic lover. I know I can't, but sometimes I think about what it would be like to be pregnant by a magnificent stud like you."

Sean thought about the forged vasectomy certificate and smiled.

"I know what you mean," he replied. "I've thought about it too".

Sean turned and walked down the walkway leading to his car. He smiled to himself as he wondered how Linda would enjoy the little gift he left in her. She should find out in a couple of weeks, he thought to himself. With any luck she will get her wish after all.

Six weeks later Linda discovered she was pregnant.

The End.



Personal Ad in Hawaii



Karen of Honolulu

I had placed a personal ad on yahoo that had been quite successful for me. The ad read, "You know what they say about tall men?" I had no idea how successful until Karen answered my ad.

She responded that she didn't know but wanted to find out. We talked several times on the phone and finally set up a date for a Saturday afternoon. Her roommate would be gone so we decided to meet at her place.

I was eager with anticipation as I drove from the North Shore to St. Louis Heights. Finally I reached her house and with much nervousness I walked up to the door and rand the doorbell.

It was answered immediately by Karen. She was not the most beautiful woman to be quite honest. She was 41 years old and was about 5'5" and 115 lbs. She was wearing a plain dress that is so common in Hawaii and it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra as her nipples were hard and pointing through the thin material. She welcomed me and we hugged and she led me inside. As I followed her I looked down at her ass and could see that she was wearing a black thong underneath that thin dress. 

She led me to the living room and asked if I wanted a drink. Of course, so she went into the kitchen and returned with a beer for me and a glass of wine for her. We made small talk for several minutes until we hit an awkward stage. The tension was in the air. Finally she broke it and asked if I wanted a massage, now what horny male doesn't want a massage. This led to her taking my hand and leading me to her massage area, complete with a table. "Take off your clothes honey and hop up on the table." Who was I to argue, off came the t-shirt, the shorts and the thong I always wore. "Wow, you wear a thong? That is so sexy! Lay down on your stomach and let me cover you with this sheet." Now, I wanted to be nude on the table but who was I to argue. What followed was a very professional massage, never once did she uncover me completely. When I turned over it was obvious that I was turned on as my cock was standing straight up, she just continued with her massage and still didn't say a word or touch my throbbing cock. Finally she finished. "Let's sit down and talk before we go to the beach." As we sat and talked she apologized for some comments she had made during the massage. Then she asked me what I liked to do.

"I love to give massages," was my reply. With that she grabbed my hand and led me back to her table. Without a word she stripped off her clothes and laid face up on the table. She had small tits, a 34b I would say and they had some droop to them and her pussy was completely shaven and was absolutely dripping with desire. As I stood over her head and massaged her breasts she reached up and grabbed my cock.

"It is true what they say about tall men. You have a magnificent cock." With that she pulled my shorts down and began stroking my cock slowly. "Let's head to my room honey," she whispered. 

She jumped up from the table, grabbed my cock and pulled me to her bedroom. Looking around I noticed that she was definitely into Tantra and budhism for sure. She came into the room from her bathroom with some lit candles and incense. She climbed up on her bad and told me to climb up with her. As I did she looked into my eyes and asked, "May I worship your cock? I want to receive your blessing my lord." I was blown away. I had never been asked if my cock could be worshipped.

Now what do you think I replied? "Yes, you may worship." What followed was the best blow job I have ever received. She truly did worship my cock. She lovingly sucked the head into her mouth and ran her tongue around and around the crimson head. As she did this one hand was stroking the shaft ever so gently and the other was fingering my ass. My cock was hard as steel and pulsing with desire. She didn't say a word, just looked up at me the whole time and worshipped. As I got ready to cum she sensed it and slowly nodded her head and increased her strokes on the shaft. She had one thing left to do. She let go of the shaft and took all 8 inches into her mouth and deepthroated me. At the same time her lubed up finger entered my ass and found my prostate. With that I came, 5 long streams of cum entered her throat before she pulled out a little bit and took the rest into her mouth. She kept her mouth on my pulsing cock until I was finished cumming. Then with a smile she pulled off with a pop, looked up at me and asked, "May I swallow your load my master and giver of life?" This woman was freaky and sexy and hot all at the same time. I just nodded my approval and she swallowed the rest of my load. 

Without waiting she got up off the bed, walked over to a dresser, and attached her feet to some restraints at the base then slipped her hands into some mounted at the top. Turning her head she commanded me to fuck her anyway I wanted. 

I was still hard as I got up off the bed, I walked up to her and swatted her ass hard with my hand, she cried out but did not ask me to stop. I looked on the top of the dresser and she had two paddles sitting there. Now, I am not a smart man, but that looked like an invitation to me. I picked up the heavier one and gave her hot ass 10 hard swats, her ass instantly turned bright red but still she didn't ask me to stop. This woman was hot. Next to the paddles was a tube of lube, so I did what came natural, opened it and spread it on her asshole and prepared to fuck her ass.

I spread her ass wide open and buried myself in one stroke and fucked her like there was no tomorrow. She did not say a word, just cried out with pleasure. I was over the edge and came deep in her ass filling her completely. I pulled out and was still hard, this woman was a freak and I couldn't stop my hardon. 

I needed more, so I untied her and laid her down on the bed next to myself. As she caught her breath and calmed down her hand found my still hard cock. "You are still hard, oh my gawd your cock is worthy of worship." With that she moved on top of me and mounted me for another long fuck. This time I didn't cum for almost 30 minutes, but she rode me the whole time and came almost continuously. Finally after 3 orgasms and over 2 hours of being hard, I needed a rest. 

We adjourned to the kitchen for a bite to eat, nude of course, and after a quick bite she crawled over to me, looked up into my eyes and asked if she could suck my cock again? 

Of course I said yes. We fucked and sucked all afternoon and I finally left her house around 10 that night. I had been hard for almost 8 hours and came 5 or 6 times. It was the adventure of a lifetime. 



Personal Ad Pt. 02



It was about a month later before I got an opportunity to see Natalie again. We talked almost everyday though, whenever her husband and kids were gone to work and school. My husband and I had taken our kids to their grandma's for the weekend and were waiting around our house impatiently. Natalie, as promised last time, was going to come to our house so my husband could enjoy as well. I was nervous about them meeting and hoping they hit it off. I truly love my husband and if he had a problem with this at all then I would have to end it. I was starting to get attached to this new wildly sexual woman I had just met as well and the thought of ending it depressed me. I was determined to make this work. Then the door bell rang, Natalie had arrived. I shared a deep kiss with her and then I introduced her to my husband. We decided to go grab some dinner and talk. 

The three of us sat in a corner of the restaurant, it was noisy enough in there that no one would hear our conversation. For the next two hours we sat talking about everything from where we grew up to our kinks in the bedroom. We left the restaurant full and turned on. It was record time that we made it home, my better half driving and the two of us in the backseat feeling each other up.

We moved directly into the bedroom when we reached the house, pulling each others clothes off between kisses. My husband sat down on the bed and got comfortable to watch. Natalie and I were stripped down and had fallen onto the bed tangled in each others arms. Our lips had barely come apart since leaving the restaurant. We moved our bodies against each other to feel the skin on skin contact as our hands gripped each other tightly. Our tongues danced together wildly. Her hand reached down between my legs and stroked my wet pussy. I groaned loudly and spread my legs farther apart for her. My fingers raked down her back as I pushed my hips forward into her hand more. She brought her finger up and tasted it then kissed me again to share the taste. She told me she had something much better to push inside of me, then got up and went to her bag. She strapped on a large dildo and stood next to the bed. I scooted up to the edge and wrapped my legs and arms around her as she pushed the hard cock into my aching pussy. 

We moved together, her enjoying the control over me and giving me pleasure, me enjoying how her strap on was pounding me senseless. Soon we fell back onto the bed but kept fucking like bunnies, nothing else registering but that action. My husband sat stroking himself just trying not to cum too quickly while he enjoyed the whole show. His dick was dripping with pre cum though. Natalie was on top of me, riding me hard and thrusting deep. My hands were guiding her hips and I was bucking up to meet her each time she came forward. Our breasts bounced about with the effort we were making and our hair was everywhere at this point. This time was all about getting laid hard for each of us, the nicer stuff could come later. We rolled over so I was on top of her and I moved as if I were possessed, my orgasm was building at an amazing rate and I could tell it was going to be mind blowing. I yelled out when my climax came and rode her hard till every last wave of pleasure was gone.

Natalie pushed me back without much resistance and started to eat me out like it was an ice cream sundae. My legs shook and I gripped the sheets tightly as her beautiful mouth brought on orgasm number two very quickly. She didn't move away from me till I had completely finished, then we shared a long sweet kiss. I had gotten mine and felt amazing, now I wanted her to get what she needed. We traded places ,me now wearing the strap on that was still wet from my juices. I positioned myself between her legs as she knelt on all fours doggy style. I sat up on my knees, placed my hands on her back and let her guide the dildo into her hot waiting pussy. 

I moved slow but pushed in hard as she let out a long deep moan of satisfaction. I let my motion speed up ever so slowly as I watched her body react. I fucked her like there was no tomorrow, by the end slamming into her as she screamed for me to go deeper and fuck harder. Then she became incoherent as she exploded with pleasure. I decided to do to her exactly what she had done to me since it had felt so good. I slipped out of her and moved my body so I was lying under her, my head below her dripping pussy lips. I pulled her hips down, lowering her to my mouth and I sucked on her as her moaning grew louder.

Louder and louder she got again as I ate her pussy with all I had, my tongue and lips working as hard as they could. She came then and my husband let himself cum as well, pumping his cock while watching the two women right next to him. Natalie and I kissed again, and didn't let our lips seperate for a while. Then I crawled up to my man and kissed him deeply. I lowered myself to his sticky cock and started to lick it clean. Natalie lay there watching me lick it up as he stroked my hair gently and closed his eyes enjoying the moment. We all showered up and called it a night at that point. Natalie went to the guest room since three in our queen bed would have been a bit much and she wanted us to be able to talk freely about what had happened. We discussed it plently but with no regrets, both of us went to bed happy.

We ate breakfast in bed the next morning, the three of us sitting around completely nude and not thinking another thing of it. As we lay there watching some tv after eating, I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the screen. Natalie seemed to be having the same problem and we decided the show wasn't that important as we moved right up next to each other. Our arms circled around each other and we kissed gently, enjoying the feel and letting ourselves take some time now that we had gotten our wild fuck out of the way.

I pushed her softly down, face first on the bed and sat on her as I massaged her deeply. My hands moved up and down her body, massaging every inch of skin they could. Each time I passed by her pussy, my hand brushed up against it and each time it got wetter. She rolled herself over so she was looking up at me and I continued my massage on her breasts now. I kneaded them firmly then using two fingers, I played with her nipples. Our lower bodies were moving together, pushing hard against the other one. She sat up and we arranged our legs so our vaginas were pressed firmly together and then we scissored, going slowly and letting the pleasure wash over us.

We kept at this action for well over an hour, just moving slow and hard. Our arms wrapped around each other, helping balance our bodies as they worked together. Natalie threw her head back and bit her lip as she came. We untangled ourselves and I climbed on top of my husband and his hard dick that needed some attention. Now Natalie watched as I rode him. We didn't go gentle, we were both worked up and needed some release now. We came together panting hard and holding each other. Then the three of us collapsed down next to each other and enjoyed the afterglow. Throughout the day we would randomly play with each other, licking and rubbing and kissing and squeezing. It was evening before we actually had sex again though. We had wanted the sexual tension to build and used the day as foreplay. 

Natalie had brought another toy for us to try. It was a long two sided dick. Big enough for each of us to have it inside of our pussies at the same time. And that is just what we did. With enough foreplay during the day, we were wet and ready to go as soon as she pulled out her friend. It slid inside of us easily and the only noise was from how wet we were. We were in the same position as when we scissored but now held onto each other as we enjoyed this long cock between us. Our hips moved in deep thrusts and we rode hard. Working up a sweat and panting from the exertion didn't slow us down, we kept pounding that dick, our hips slapping into each other as we got more enthusiastic in our screw.

My husband sat right next to us, not wanting to miss a thing, wishing that he was being ridden. Natalie and I came multiple times like this, we just kept going until we were so exhausted our bodies just couldn't keep going anymore. As we each fell back in pure satisfaction, my husband gently pulled the long dick out of us and tossed in aside. He got on top of me and entered into my sopping wet cunt eagerly. I lay there enjoying but not being able to move much at this point. He rode me hard, letting himself cum inside me and surprising himself and me as well, he kept going. He pounded me hard for quite some time and then came once more.

That was all any of us had and we lay in a state of pure bliss together and fell asleep in our various positions on the bed. The next morning my husband woke to see Natalie and I in the 69 position. It was quite the welcome wake up and he watched as his cock became instantly rock hard. We enjoyed each others bodies quickly this morning, just needing that sweet release before we got going for the day. We had a few hours before Natalie had to get going and we would get the kids back. For our last bit of time together, we watched an erotic movie as we raided the fridge for some fuel to keep going. 

As the movie progressed, I could tell it was having quite the effect on all of us. Halfway through the show, I reached over and started to finger Natalie. She came closer to me and we held each other as we furiously finger fucked each others pussies. Then wanting to end the weekend well and get my husband involved a little more as a thank you for mostly watching our action, I lay on the floor and Natalie sat on my face for me to eat her out. He pushed his throbbing dick inside my pussy and the three of us were lost in our own little worlds as we enjoyed this amazingly sensual experience.

My understanding husband never touched Natalie and for that I was so grateful, I loved that he understood me so well and we could share this experience together. After we had all cum that last time, then Natalie and I went and showered together to say goodbye. We washed each others bodies slowly and thoroughly. We spent extra time on the most sensitive areas and before we got out the water was absolutely freezing but we didn't care. We said goodbye, Natalie giving me a long kiss goodbye as we hugged. We didn't have plans for a next time, we would play it by ear, but it was definitely on each of our minds.



Personal Ad Pt. 03



Answering an ad in craigslist was one of the best choices I had ever made. Meeting this sexy, vivacious woman was a huge blessing in my life. My only complaint being the long stretches between seeing each other. Although talking on the phone and texting everyday, many times a day, I still had only been face to face with her twice. It was almost three months after our last rendezvous that I received a call from Natalie saying she was lonely, horny, and couldn't wait to get together again. She didn't know when she'd be able to get down my way though. I made an impromptu decision to drive up to her. 

My husband was completely ok with it, the thought of his wife with this other woman gave him an instant hard on every time he thought about it. A drive had never seemed so long as I was in such a hurry to make it. Natalie opened her door wearing a sexy nightie. That was all it took, I was in the door and we were in each other's arms instantly. Our mouths searched each others, our tongues sliding in and out. Our hands gripped each other tightly as she led me back towards her bedroom. We ran into several walls and a door before falling onto the bed but never skipped a beat. We made out with each other while our arms and legs became tangled together and we rolled around on her king sized bed. I couldn't get enough of how she felt pressed up against me. Our breasts brushed each other, our pussies were humping the other woman's leg, and our hands were under clothing exploring the soft skin. 

I disengaged myself from our make out session and stood in front of her. My nerves waivered a little as I started to pull my clothes off as seductively as I could manage. The lusty look she was giving me helped to calm my nerves. It didn't matter if I thought I was sexy or not, I could tell she found me that way. As the last piece of clothing fell to the floor, I started to give her a lap dance. Her hands found their way over every inch of bare skin as I continued to move. When her hand found its way into my aching pussy, my lap dance stopped and I fell onto the bed as she continued rubbing. 

Natalie slipped between my spread legs and let her mouth take over for her hand. I had no complaints, in fact I was having trouble coming up with a coherent thought at that moment. Her tongue worked its magic as she brought me to orgasm quickly. The next one took more time to build up to it but she didn't mind putting in the effort, her hands sliding up and down my legs and stomach as she sucked and licked my most sensitive areas. As I came, she used her hand to fuck me while she told me how incredibly sexy I was. At that moment I felt it.

When my body was able to recover a little, it was my turn to pleasure her. I sat up and took her in my arms, holding her tightly as we kissed deeply. I slowly pulled her nightie off, enjoying each bit of skin that was exposed to me. Then I started to play with her nipples with my tongue, as my hand strayed farther south. As I slid my hand in and out of her hot pussy, it wasn't enough for her and she started to move her hips along with me to help. Her hands were tangled in my hair, gripping tight as she moaned loudly. I dropped to my knees, wanting to give her what she was begging for. 

My tongue worked its way into her folds and I let it move all around as her hips were now bucking against my face. She was growing closer and I could feel her desperation growing as well. I stopped licking and started sucking on her clit. I ate her pussy like it was my last meal and was rewarded with her cumming hard. I kept going, wanting to let her have another one as well. She was sensitive and gasped as I kept sucking just as hard. Soon though the sensitivity gave way as the need built back up. By the time she came, I was sure the neighbors could tell what was happening with all the yelling. She cried out and came as her body shook.

She went to her closet and grabbed her strap on out, putting it on in record time. She sat on a chair and motioned me over. Straddling her with our arms tightly around each other, I started to ride that big thick fake cock of hers. I rode and bucked my hips and ground myself as tightly onto her as humanly possible. My legs were shaking and I felt like I was going to lose my strength before I could cum. Natalie started to move her hips wildly into me then, her hands on my backside helping to keep me going. I practically bounced straight up and down on her fake member as I climaxed. I collapsed against her and we sat there holding each other and letting our breathing come back down to normal.

We climbed off the chair and I pulled the strap on down her legs and immediately put it on myself. Pulling her over to the bed, I pushed her down so her ass was facing me. Spreading her legs apart, I positioned the cock at her pussy and let it slide in. It was lubed with my juices and along with her extreme wetness, there was no problem sliding in and out. That's what I did, over and over again. I thrusted into her roughly, enjoying each sound I got out of her. I watched her ass jiggle each time I went in quickly. I made myself push deeper as she got closer, picking up speed while I watched her hands grip the sheets tightly. Then she was cumming and I felt a wave of satisfaction as well.

We showered together until the water went cold. We didn't screw, just washed each other and kissed passionately. I was thinking I should get going, school was nearing an end and then work a little bit after that. But Natalie insisted I stay. I met her kids as they got home, she introduced me as her close friend. I couldn't help but smile thinking how close we were. It was the weekend now so my husband didn't have to work and could be at home with our kids, so he agreed I should stay the night. 

I was highly nervous as I heard her husband's car arrive home. I waited impatiently on the couch as I listened to his footsteps and then Natalie and his talking in the entryway. He came into the livingroom all smiles and shook my hand saying it was really nice to meet me. I didn't know why I had been so nervous, he wouldn't automatically jump to the conclusion that I was doing his wife. After that, Natalie and I went in to make dinner while the kids played outside and her husband watched tv. We took every opportunity to rub into each other or kiss the other ones neck as we worked.

By the time dinner was ready, we were both in a high state of arousal. We sat next to each other and worked hard not to touch each other or give each other a 'come get me' look. The kids were put to bed around 8 and Natalie encouraged her husband to go out with the guys to play some pool. He agreed without too much prompting, wanting to go drink beers with the guys rather than sit around listening to girl talk all night. There was no girl talk, in fact hardly any talking at all as he drove off and we plopped ourselves onto the couch. We started slowly, letting our kisses stay light and just exploring each other with our hands. It didn't stay light too long, as the heat built between us, we needed more.

We made it into the master and with the door locked, we stripped each other down. Standing in the middle of the room naked, we let our bodies come together. Our legs parted and we pushed ourselves up against each others leg as we started to move our pussies against each other. We stayed in this position for a long time, fucking each others pussies against our leg and lost in our own world as our tongues danced together. We were both worked up and needed release. So moving to the bed we sat together and let our pussies become one as we scissored with all we were worth. We were sweating and panting as we came, one right after the other. We continued to sit together, leaning on each other as we shared this moment. When our heart rates came back down, our bodies started to work together again. Our juices were flowing and I had to bite my lip to keep quieter with her kids in hearing distance. We let ourselves cum several times each as our lower bodies worked as one. Our arms and legs ached by the end with all the effort of our movements, but only satisfied smiles were on our faces. 

We couldn't sleep together since her husband would be coming home but we cuddled naked for a bit to feel closer to each other. The next morning, very early before her kids or husband woke up, Natalie came to the couch searching for me. She wordlessly climbed onto the couch straddling my face with her pussy. She had a nightshirt on with no panties and I got a clear view of her womanhood. Lowering herself onto my face, we quietly enjoyed our morning tryst. She came as she bit her lip hard. Our hands were intertwined as she finished her ride. She lay down on the couch next to me, our bodies reacting to each other being so close. She lay there looking into my eyes as her hand pleasured me between my legs. I made my eyes stay open, looking into hers as I came. She brought her hand up and licked my juices off, then kissed me gently, our lips brushing together.

I left after breakfast, saying goodbye to her family. I returned her smile before I got in my car and started towards home. It was always hard to leave her but I was excited to get back into my husband's arms again. Even with the naughty excitement of these visits, I missed being with my best friend. I knew though that I didn't want to stop seeing Natalie anytime soon though.



Personal Ad-ventures



Only a handful of times in one's life does a wild, impulsive gambit actually work out as you'd hoped it would. The most memorable such success, and the most recent, could be categorized under the subheading of Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained, and the main heading of Sexual Experiences.

It might be helpful in understanding how this came about if I explain a few things about my sexual fantasies. About six months ago, I was laying in bed, watching one of my many adult videos. When I first started watching, then collecting, sex tapes quite a few years back, I would rent one or two from my neighborhood video store (the adult videos were always hidden in a back room, where the kiddies couldn't glimpse the often graphic and provocative covers on display). Essentially, all that was available back then was the commercial production variety, starring up and coming actors and actresses doing their thing with scripted dialogue and action, and pulsating background music. I had two VCR's, so I got in the habit of copying each tape I brought home, and began my own library of porno movies.

The professionally produced videos were certainly stimulating, but the affected sexual responses were often distracting, reminding me that these were only actors, and not real people having sex. And the music added to the lack of realism. Over time, a new genre of sex tapes came into great popularity: home movies. These were produced, directed and starred in by people no different than your neighbors. Granted, the quality of picture and sound was accordingly lacking, but there was no doubt that it was the real thing. A number of porn entrepreneurs sprung into existence, soliciting John and Jane Q. Public to make their own tapes and submit them for inclusion in commercially available videos. Before long, the selection of so-called amateur videos on the shelves nearly outnumbered the professional ones. I couldn't have been happier.

Every time my hormones told me to put a tape in the machine, I would invariably select one of the homegrown variety. And, like anything else, even among these there were ones that I preferred to watch. I wasn't particularly hung up on oral sex or straight intercourse or any other kind, as long as it was heterosexual. I found myself being drawn mostly to the tapes of threesomes, or twosomes with a third party watching. The most exciting ones for me were the situations where a couple, ostensibly husband and wife, were joined by another man. This third person, often portrayed as a neighbor or friend of the husband, would fuck the daylights out of the wife while the husband either joined in or watched the action from nearby. Of course there was no way to tell for sure if the participants were, in fact, husband and wife and friend, but the mere depiction of that scenario put lead in my pencil.

I know I'm not alone when I fantasize about my wife getting fucked by another man. Watching her coming unglued as the man does her every way to Sunday, is a perverse but terribly exciting fantasy. Looking at some of the publications available in adult stores, the ones that contain letters from readers, supports my belief that many men share this fantasy. For me, I'd rather watch this kind of grouping than ones where there are two women with one man. While there's nothing wrong with that, it's just a matter of personal priority preference. I was of the opinion, from reading other peoples' views on the subject, including those of women, the greatest stumbling block to making the fantasy a reality was the insecurity it fostered in the men and the inhibitions of the women.

Most men, I believe, who fantasize about other men with their wife, would be reluctant to play out the fantasy for fear of becoming jealous, or worse, having their wife or girlfriend develop a thing for the outsider. Very threatening for the man. As for women, I think most thoroughly enjoy doing the nastiest of deeds, as long as it's in private and with their husbands or boyfriends. Women who write in admit to having fantasies about being ravaged by a faceless stranger. This tells me two things: They do think about sex with men other than their significant others, but they conjure up the image of a stranger who will love them anonymously. Variety is truly the spice of life, even with women.

My wife is a very sexy woman, but mostly only I see that side of her. I have no doubt that she'd probably love to have the shit fucked out of her by a faceless stranger who represented no threat to her privacy, and her marriage. Although I have never followed through on it, as yet, I've often thought about hiring a magnificent young stud to service her as a birthday present. After she got over her initial inhibitions, he'd do his thing and she'd do hers, and they'd never see one another again. My wife would get her bell rung and I wouldn't feel threatened. Hell, she might enjoy it so much that it might become an annual event.

It is within this premise that I came up with a crazy plan. Since I have often been unfaithful to my wife (she has never known this), it wasn't a far stretch of credibility for me to devise a plan that involved me getting laid. I spent over an hour writing and rewriting a one-paragraph ad for one of the more popular swingers' rags that came out once a month. I then went to a post office across town and rented my own box. Once the P.O. box had been secured, I addressed the envelope, enclosed my ad, and mailed it. The ad, which was accompanied by my new mailing address, said the following:

Attractive SWM will fuck your wife/girlfriend while you watch or join in. Age, race not important. I'm 35, clean and safe, and very discreet. Live your fantasy without risk. Anonymity/satisfaction guaranteed.

I had to wait an agonizing three weeks until the new issue came out and my first letter arrived in my box. It was from a man who must have read my mind. He wanted to give his wife an unusual birthday gift: me. He described her as Hispanic, full-figured and very horny. Her name was Gloria and she was twenty-three. The husband stressed the fact that he was straight, and hoped I was as well. The man, Paul, provided a phone number for me to talk with him directly so the arrangements could be worked out. He added a postscript that said he hadn't told his wife yet, but he would before I called. He was sure she'd be excited about it.

I called two days later and spoke with Paul. He had barely a trace of an accent, and he sounded reasonably intelligent. He volunteered that he worked for the school district, as did his wife, but didn't want me to know their last name. Which was fine with me, since I didn't use my right name, instead having mail addressed to Occupant. I planned to use my correct first name, just so there was no confusion in the heat of the moment. Paul said he had told Gloria about the surprise the night before, and she was very enthusiastic about it but a little nervous. Paul had decided to rent a motel room for the occasion, just to maintain the anonymity. We agreed on the upcoming Saturday night at eight o'clock at a motel near the interstate. He asked me to call him at the same number about four that afternoon and he'd tell me the room number.

I made up an excuse to tell my wife why I'd be away most of the evening on Saturday. She had no problem with it. With three days to go, I was getting antsy.

I called Paul Saturday afternoon and he gave me the room number, which was on the ground floor facing the pool. I pulled into the parking lot at 7:55 and had no trouble finding the room. Paul answered my knock wearing a bathrobe. I figured he was planning on participating in some fashion. He was in his mid-twenties, short and stocky, with styled hair. Gloria was sitting on the edge of the bed, also wearing a robe. She appeared to be fairly short, maybe 130 pounds, with long dark brown hair and large brown eyes. She was quite attractive, although a tad plump. I shook hands with Paul, then walked over and shook Gloria's hand, which was warm and damp with perspiration. Her accent was a little more pronounced than Paul's, but still barely noticeable.

"Bill, would you like a drink? I have beer and wine." Paul gestured towards the desk next to the TV.

"Yeah, a glass of wine would be great."

He poured the wine and handed it to me. I just stood there, as did he, both of us feeling awkward. I asked to use the bathroom, just to break the tension.

When I came out, Paul told me that Gloria found me acceptable.

"My wife said that you're very handsome, and very sexy." Gloria giggled softly as he said this.

"I'm glad you think so," I said directly to Gloria. "And you are a very beautiful woman. Paul, you're a very lucky man."

"As you will soon be, my friend," he said with a big smile.

"Paul, will you be joining us?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I guess it depends on how excited I get." He laughed, as did I.

Figuring the time was right, I sat down on the bed next to Gloria. I rubbed my hand on her back, then leaned over and kissed the side of her neck. She murmured softly. She smelled fresh and clean, as though she had just stepped out of a shower, which she probably did. I gently turned her face towards me and kissed her lightly on the lips. They were full and warm. I kissed her again, this time more firmly, as her lips parted and my tongue found hers. I alternated between kissing her neck, her ears and her mouth, as her breathing became deeper, faster and more audible. She was heating up fast.

I saw out of the corner of my eye that Paul had sat down in a chair a few feet from the bed where we were sitting. My hands were stroking her back and the nape of her neck, as I kissed her with increasing energy. Her hands remained in her lap. It felt as though she was probably nude under the robe, which got me even more motivated. I was aware of my cock swelling rapidly, as Gloria's increasing passion spurred me on.

I used both hands to part the top of her robe, revealing large breasts with erect brown nipples. I ran my fingers over them as I took the nipples into my mouth, kissing, sucking and nibbling gently to bring them to a more rigid state. She was moaning and writhing under my touch. I pressed her back on the bed as I opened her robe the rest of the way. The patch of dark hair was neatly trimmed; the pink rosebud, which I knew I would find below, was still hidden from view by her ample thighs, held together. Just above the hair, a roll of fat was punctuated with a navel adorned by a gold ring.

I allowed my hands to roam over the soft olive skin of her belly and chest. I started to coax her legs apart, when Paul spoke up.

"My wife does not like oral sex very much."

I ignored him, parting her legs further. I ran my fingers down from the velvety patch, across her clitoris and inside the folds, which was already wet with excitement. I slipped my middle finger easily into her, gently probing and stimulating the slick walls of her tight vagina. The tip of my finger found the mouth of her cervix, which I toyed with before directing the digit upwards and slightly forward to where I knew the coveted "G" spot would be. 

As she undulated with pleasure under my caress, I leaned down and applied my tongue to her clit, licking it gently, then progressing to butterfly flicks. All the while, my finger simulated inside her what another part of me would be doing shortly. To Gloria's pleasant surprise, and I'm sure to Paul's surprise as well, she groaned and grunted loudly as her ass lifted and she shook through a massive orgasm.

I was anxious to put my bone-hard erection in her, but I reminded myself to take my time. I also had to correct the fact that I was still fully clothed, shoes and all. Gloria began helping me with the clothing, unbuttoning and pulling off my shirt. I took off my shoes and socks, as she was trying to get my pants unfastened. As I lowered the pants, my cock sprang up.

"Mmmm," Gloria purred, "that looks nice." She put her hand on it and looked right into my eyes. "Is that for me?" she said in an innocent, little girl voice. Excited the shit outta me.

"You better believe it. Now get ready, cause I'm gonna fuck your brains out!"

"Oh, God, yes, please, fuck me!" she pleaded, her fingers wrapped tightly around the object of her interest.

I figured she wasn't going to give me any head, which was all right, since it probably would have resulted in finishing it right then and there, as excited as I was. I was about to put it to her when Paul interceded again.

"Bill? Sorry, but we want you to put on a rubber. You know, just to be safe."

As much as I hate the damn things, he was right. It was for my protection too. Paul had a packet in his hand, which he gave to me. I opened it and took the contents out, then rolled it on. I wasted no time in pushing her legs apart and fitting the head against the notch of her cunt. I used my hand to run it around her highly sensitive clit and lips, giving her hips a dancing fit. Then, not wanting to wait any longer, I pushed it in to the hilt. She grunted loudly as it hit home.

The cadence at first was slow and deliberate. As I pressed in, she pushed forward with her pelvis. Real teamwork in action. She was a snug fit, clutching my thrusting cock like a greased hand. Gloria's the one who picked up the tempo, fucking me, more than the other way around. I kept up with her as she brought herself to one climax after another. I just continued putting it to her without letup. I stole a glance over my shoulder at Paul, whose robe was open and his hand around his own erection, rubbing it like crazy. I suppose it was a pretty hot scene. Unlike seeing it on a TV screen, here you could smell the raw sex emanating from our coupling.

Knowing what it usually does to women, I started talking to Gloria while I fucked her.

"Is that good? Huh? You like that? You like me fucking you like this? You gonna come? Huh? You gonna come nice and big, all over my stiff cock?"

"Oh, God, yes, yes! Oh, Jesus, I'm gonna come! Fuck me. Fuck me! Yes, oh, yes! Oh, my God, I'm . . . I'm comiiinngggg!" She squealed as her body wrenched through a shuddering release, her heels hooked over the backs of my knees.

Mine was not far behind. "Oh, Gloria, you make me so hot! You make me wanna come! Can I? Can I shoot it on your stomach?!"

"Oh, yes, come on me! Come on my tits!" She was working up to another good one.

I banged her for another thirty seconds or so, until I felt her cunt muscles tighten as she loosed a final spasm. I pulled out and got to my knees, quickly yanked the rubber off with my left hand as my right stroked for all I was worth. Gloria reached down and grabbed my balls, kneading them roughly. That was all it took. I came like a horse. The thick jets of semen spurt from the end of my cock, hitting on and between her breasts. As the streams lessened in intensity, pools of jizz deposited on her tummy, with one smack dab on the navel ring. She had raised her head and watched the fireworks display, a smile of victory and satisfaction on her face.

When I looked over at Paul, he was using a towel to mop up his own tribute from his stomach and knuckles.

Later, driving home, I patted myself on the back for being so creative. It had been a blast for me, and Gloria and Paul couldn't have been happier, especially Gloria, who really didn't want to see me go. Visions of sugar cunts danced in my head, anticipating what new adventures were ahead.

2

You may have wondered, when I described my porno collection earlier, what my wife has to say about it. She's not what you might call an aficionado of the art, but she doesn't really mind it either. Often, when I get a new tape, she likes to see it. Sometimes it gets her horny and we segue into a rousing fuck. Her favorite scenes are the ones when the guy goes down on the girl. For the most part, though, she can take it or leave it, but has no objections to me having them or watching them.

I will concede that the primary purpose for a man watching dirty videos is to stimulate and to enhance masturbation. Anyone that tells you otherwise is full of shit. While such pastimes are generally enjoyed in private, behind closed doors, it is not unusual at all for me to lay in bed, with my wife alongside, and do my thing.

As in most marriages, my wife and I don't always coincide in our needs for sexual gratification. Some nights we both are in the mood; other nights it's "Not tonight, I've . . ." I can understand that. I actually prefer her closeness when I satisfy myself, even if she's not participating. A passerby, peeking through our bedroom window on such a night, may think it peculiar seeing me wanking off while my wife sits next to me, propped up on her pillows, reading a book or magazine. More often than not, while I'm so engaged and nearing a climax, she'll reach over and soothingly rub my thigh, never taking her eyes off her reading material.

When I do get her interested in one of my movies, preferably during a cunnilingus scene, I'll go down on her and raise all kinds of hell with her libido. A few times, when she's felt particularly generous, she's actually sucked me off while I'm watching a tape, without expecting reciprocation. So you see, she's no hypocrite when it comes to getting off on pornography.

On the subject of my wife—her name is Lori—and the fact that I cheat on her, several years ago I had the misfortune of catching her flagrante delicto with another man. Now this doesn't justify my behavior, I know, and my behavior is not what prompted Lori to do it. It's kind of a long story, but it is worth telling, especially as it relates to my predilection for sharing one's wife with another.

For the most part, Lori is not particularly outgoing or vivacious in her sexuality. That's not to say she doesn't turn men's heads, which she does. She is physically appealing, with a petite body, short blonde hair and blue eyes. In designer jeans, her ass can run passing drivers off the road. She doesn't flaunt her body on purpose, it's just that's the way she looks. And you wouldn't expect her to hide it under a muumuu or something. Although I grew to love most everything about her, I will admit that it was her sex appeal that drew me to her in the first place. Lori's never been one to be a tease, flirting with men just for ego reinforcement, and she's as devoted and honest as any man could ever want in a wife.

All that having been said, Lori has a quirk in her personality that I have only witnessed a handful of times. The first glimpse into that hidden realm of her psyche came on our wedding night. We had been offered the apartment of a close friend to use the first night, prior to our departure for a honeymoon in Hawaii the following morning. We had both imbibed on champagne at the reception that afternoon, followed by drinks with dinner, and were feeling no pain when we arrived at the apartment later that night. Additional bottles of wine were found chilling in the refrigerator.

Around midnight, when my thoughts were pretty much focused on screwing my new bride, she decided she wanted to take a walk in the moonlight. Romantic that I am, I readily agreed. We walked arm in arm around the neighborhood, pausing regularly to kiss and embrace. As we returned to the apartment building about one in the morning, she wanted to go sit by the pool, which was situated in the center courtyard of the complex, surrounded by apartments on all four sides.

We sat side by side on a chaise next to the pool, kissing and necking (whatever that is). I was beginning to rise to the occasion and suggested we seek refuge in the apartment so we could consummate the marriage. She had other ideas.

"What's wrong with right here?" She had a twinkle in her eyes I had not seen before.




Personal Ad-ventures



"Here?! Are you kidding? In front of God and everyone?"

"I don't care. Let 'em watch. I just want you to fuck me, right here, right now."

With that, she began peeling off her clothes. My head was twisting like Linda Blair's, looking for spectators. In a pair of seconds, Lori was standing there naked.

"Come on, don't you wanna fuck me?" She stood in front of me, her hands squeezing her breasts, her feet apart and her hips cocked in a wanton pose. With the moon and other nearby lights, Lori's body glowed like neon. "What are you, chicken?"

Reluctantly, but shaking with lust, I took off my clothes. It was suddenly much colder than the summer night seemed only minutes before. I sat down on the chaise and pulled her down to me. We kissed and fondled one another with newfound passion, my dick standing up like a flagpole. I still took occasional glances around the area, just waiting for some old lady or a little kid to appear.

"Eat me, god damn it, get down and eat me!" Lori was out of control. 

I did as ordered, bringing her off again and again.

"Now fuck me! I need you to fuck me!" she said through clenched teeth.

She was positively sopping wet, and I slipped inside her in a single thrust. She was all arms and legs, flailing and grabbing, clutching and squeezing. I fucked her like never before, now oblivious to our setting and any passersby. Despite her abandon, Lori was uncharacteristically quiet. She usually was quite the screamer.

Needless to say, we both exploded at the end. After a few minutes of cuddling, we threw on the bare necessities and carried the rest of our clothes with us to the apartment. An hour later we were enjoying an encore fuck.

The next day, as we flew to the islands, neither of us mentioned the night before, other than alluding to what a good time we had. The balance of our honeymoon was memorable, but tame in comparison.

A year of two later, Lori and I drove to a resort city a few hours away from our home for a mini-vacation. We had a favorite inn where we had stayed once before. Creatures of habit, we went to our favorite seafood restaurant and ordered our favorite entrees with our favorite wine. Afterwards, we walked a few blocks to a nightspot that had live music and dancing. Several more glasses of wine later, we walked back to the inn, high and giddy.

We had no sooner walked in the door than Lori announced that we were going down to the spa/hot tub. We changed into our suits, hers a relatively conservative two-piece, grabbed a couple of towels, a bottle of wine and two glasses, and headed for the pool and spa. It was after midnight, so the pool area was deserted. The pool itself was illuminated, as was the spa, with underwater lights. We set down our towels, poured the wine and eased ourselves into the steaming hot spa.

The night was fairly cool, but the water had us both sweating. She got up and climbed out, walking over to the pool. Without testing the water, she dove in headfirst. I remained in the spa, as Lori swam around for a few minutes, cooling off. She climbed out and back into the spa. We sipped our wine and periodically kissed, our bodies totally like dishrags in the 100-plus degree water. Without a word, Lori was untying her suit top. She flung it onto the deck and sat back with her head against the edge, her eyes closed, her breasts buoyant. I said nothing, admiring the view.

Minutes later she peeled off her bottoms. Now I started glancing around.

"How about you?" she said without opening her eyes. "Feels good."

Knowing she was not a person to argue with, my suit came off. It did feel good, and stimulating at the same time. I found myself fading in and out, my head resting on the side of the spa, my eyes closed.

"Pardon us, but may we join you?"

My eyes sprang open to see a man and woman, wearing bathing suits, standing above us. My mind raced, acutely aware that Lori and I were nude. 

"Uh, sure," I replied, wondering what in the hell they thought of our condition. Oh well, I said to myself. We are adults, after all. And if they don't like our nudity, they certainly don't have to get in.

They were both in their early thirties, I guessed, and reasonably attractive. Wedding rings on both of them. She was dark-skinned, maybe Italian or Greek. He was fair, with light brown hair.

We introduced ourselves, exchanging handshakes all around. I, for one, felt more than a little self-conscious. There was the routine small talk for such encounters, nudity notwithstanding. They had two children, both asleep in their room, and were from Kansas City, here on vacation. Our new acquaintances, Ken and Barbara (I figured they probably got a lot of kidding about Barbie and Ken dolls), were very personable. Except Ken couldn't take his eyes off Lori's body, and she knew it.

"If you guys have no objections, I think we'll make this unanimous." Ken pulled his trunks down and off, followed by Barbara, who was wearing a skimpy two-piece. She was quite well endowed, and looking more appealing all the time. She caught me looking at her. She reciprocated by checking out my submerged parts. I felt myself starting to swell.

Ken was already swollen, even before the suit came off, due to the proximity of Lori's naked body. Lori, understandably, was scoping out Ken as well. Here we were, four naked people, all attractive, exhibiting an interest in their counterpart's spouse. Now what?

Lori had spoken hardly at all since Ken and Barbara joined us. I wondered what was going through her mind. She didn't appear to be uncomfortable with the situation, but she wasn't reveling in it either. Then Barbara ended the magic.

"Well, I suppose we'd better get back to our room. I hate to leave the kids alone for too long, even though they're probably out like lights. Nice to meet both of you. Hope we run into each other before we leave."

Ken seemed reluctant to get out, but he wasn't about to say anything. We all said goodnight and the couple, now wearing their suits again, walked off. They had barely gone out of view when Lori grabbed me and started kissing me. Her hand went to my cock, rubbing it with obvious encouragement. I responded by kneading her breasts. The temperature in the spa was getting warmer.

Lori hoisted herself up to a sitting position on the edge of the spa, spread her legs and commanded, "Eat me."

As always, I did as I was told. After she came, she made motions as though she wanted me to follow it up with a sound fucking. This time I convinced her to save it for when we got back to the room. When we did, it was exceptional. Afterwards, the conversation turned to our spa foursome.

"Ken and Barbara seemed like neat people, don't you think?" I remarked.

"Yeah, they were. Kind of surprised me when they showed up. I wasn't really expecting company, if you know what I mean." She giggled.

"Well, they didn't seem to mind it. Good looking, both of them."

"Yeah. I noticed you were checking Barbara out."

"Well, what do you expect? As though you weren't eyeballing Ken's equipment."

"So? I am human, you know."

"What do you think might have happened if they hadn't left so early?"

"What do you mean? Like what?"

"You know, all of us naked like that, it was kind of exciting, wouldn't you say?"

"I think you know the answer to that. Are you suggesting that maybe we might have gotten together with them, like sexually?"

"It was certainly possible. They did seem to be checking us out too, you know. Especially Ken. I'm just saying that under the circumstances, who knows what might have developed. How do you feel about that?"

"Bill, if you're asking would I have fucked Ken, I don't think so! Come on, you're not really serious, are you? I suppose you had the hots for Barbara."

"She wasn't bad. Well, I guess it would have been a little over the top for us to do the swapping thing."

"A little? Try a lot! Sitting naked in a hot tub with other people is stimulating, I grant you, but it's a far cry from that to fucking them."

"Agreed, but stranger things have happened. I'm sure it happens all the time. You know, it woulda been kinda neat to have had them come to our room and all of us climb into bed. Ken coulda fucked Barbara while you and I did our thing, side by side. Sounds rather exciting to me. No swapping, but group sex nonetheless."

Lori got up and poured us both fresh glasses of wine, then she laid back down. "Well, maybe it would have been a turn-on. Kinda kinky, though, don't you think?"

"Hey, who said kink can't be fun. No harm, no foul, just four people experiencing something different. Gets me hard just thinking about it."

"So soon?" Lori's ears perked up at this announcement, a lascivious leer on her face.

"Not through, huh? Think you could handle another go-around?"

"Just try me, lover boy."

The second one was slower but just as heated. Lori may have been bad-mouthing the notion of group sex, but her body betrayed her. She was hotter and wetter than she had been when we returned from the pool.

Lori's Jekyll and Hyde transformation had disappeared by morning, and nothing more was mentioned about it. Until about a year later.

We reprised our vacation to the inn that summer, coincidentally getting the same room as last time. Our first night there we replicated the previous year's activities, dining and wining at the restaurant and the nightclub. Afterwards, bless her heart, Lori suggested we take a dip in the spa.

True to form, we had been in the spa for only a short while when she removed her suit. I took mine off, as well. Lori was immediately upon me, kissing and fondling, with me returning the gesture. We were to the point where the room was looking real good, hot as we both were for some serious sex. She had me hard as the proverbial rock, and even in the water I could feel the viscous lubrication flowing from her cunt. Our tongues were doing battle with the others' and our hands were busy readying our bodies for the next order of business.

"Excuse me, but may I get in?"

We both jumped. It was a young man wearing a bathing suit. He was maybe twenty-one, tops. Tall, with a slender but athletic build, he had an unkempt head of surfer-style blond hair. He had a grin on his face, undoubtedly amused at finding Lori and I doing some heavy petting.

"Uh, sure, hop in," I managed to say.

Before he did, he stripped off his suit, briefly revealing a sizeable cock. He eased himself into the water, grimacing as his genitals became immersed, settling to a sitting position across from us.

"Hi, I'm Mark."

"Hi, I'm Bill, and this is my wife, Lori." We shook hands, with Mark holding Lori's a little longer than normal, his eyes locked on hers.

"Sorry to interrupt you guys. I just needed to relax a little. Been a long day. So, you guys come here often?"

"Oh, about once a year. This is our third stay here. How about you?" I was being polite, but feeling very uncomfortable.

"This is my first time here. I'm attending a training conference over at the Sheraton. They ran out of rooms, so I ended up here. This is real nice. Wish I coulda brought my girlfriend, though. We'd probably have ended up right here, doing what you guys were doing. Oh, please, you didn't have to stop on my account. I'll just sit here and vegetate; you guys go on with what you were doing." He closed his eyes and settled back.

I looked at Lori, who looked at me, both of us with curious expressions on our faces, like, well, what do we do now? Lori answered her own unstated question by latching onto me and planting a very deep kiss. I looked over at Mark, who was still resting with his head back and eyes closed. He was a remarkably good-looking young man, almost pretty. With those looks and being an apparent heterosexual, I imagined he had to beat the girls off with a big stick. Adding to that, his slightly swollen prick was floating under the water like a lazy cobra—a king cobra—being charmed by Lori's body music.

Before long, she and I had returned to our previous state of arousal, anxious to get on with some real sex. I whispered to her that we should go to the room. She merely shook her head. I glanced back at the boy wonder and was mildly shocked to see that he was stroking himself as he watched us. He was now fully erect, probably eight inches in all, and very thick. I turned a little green with envy. I caught Lori looking at him too. She was becoming noticeably more excited, presumably by Mark's little show.

Mark saw us looking at him. "Don't mind me. You guys are doing just fine."

Lori was now stroking me with new energy, bringing me dangerously close to losing it. She was wetter than ever, as my fingers rubbed and probed her slick pussy. Her pelvis was beginning to involuntarily spasm with simulated fucking motions. She needed it, and now. I tried to pull back from her a little, hoping she'd ease off on what her hand was doing to me. She didn't. I let out a moan as I let loose into the water. She moaned too, more like a groan, vocalizing her disappointment. Lori was hot as hell, and I had shot my wad.

Abruptly, I asserted myself and guided Lori out of the spa. "Sorry, Mark, but we're heading back to our room." I put on my suit, and Lori slowly did the same. "Goodnight," I said to Mark, who was just sitting there with his deflating cock still in his hand.

Back at the room, Lori was very quiet. After we were in bed, I tried to work myself back up to a serviceable level of rigidity, but it wouldn't respond. Lori was understandably restless. Several times during the night she awoke me with her tossing and turning. I kicked myself in the butt for not giving her oral sex, enough at least to take the edge off her horns. But I hadn't, and now she was suffering the consequences.

In the morning, Lori remained in bed while I got up and showered. By the time I was getting dressed, she was still lying there, probably catnapping to make up for the lost sleep.

"Honey, I'm going down to the restaurant and get some breakfast. Want me to order some coffee and juice from room service for you?"

She murmured something unintelligible, so I decided to hold off on ordering anything.

"Oh, and after I eat, I'm going to drive on over to the aquarium and see if I can pick up some tickets for this afternoon, so we don't have to wait in line when we get there."

"Mmph." I suppose she heard me.

I went to the restaurant and had to wait a few minutes before being seated. As I was standing there, Mark came up to the register to pay his check. We saw one another at almost the same moment. We acknowledged each other in typical male fashion—with a single backward tilt of the head. He walked out and I followed the hostess to a booth.

My ham and cheese omelet was passably tasty, as were the hashbrowns and wheat toast. I sipped the last of my second cup of coffee and got up to pay the bill. On the way out I got a paper from the rack and started to walk in the direction of the parking lot. It occurred to me that Lori would probably be up by then, and she was probably not going to take it upon herself to call room service. I decided to stop by the room and see if she wanted me to order her something before I ran my errand.

I inserted the card in the slot (it was one of those electronic door locks that didn't require a key, only a coded card), waited for the green light, then opened the door. I about fell backwards as I saw Lori with a man on top of her, fucking at top speed. The bed was rocking and she was squealing, her feet pumping the air in sync with each thrust. I could have kicked the door in and they wouldn't have heard it.

I stood there, mesmerized. They were not eight feet away, totally oblivious to my presence. I couldn't talk, only stare with my mouth gaping open. I had never, of course, seen Lori getting balled, except by me when there happened to be a mirror nearby. Mark was banging her for all he was worth, and she was giving it back to him, with bells on. The tempo was rapid when I walked in, and now it picked up even more, as I heard Mark moaning.

"Oh, jeez, I'm gonna come!"

Lori's fingers dug into his back as a nonverbal form of encouragement and anticipation. Suddenly he let out a loud groan and held his hips tight against her, his ass and thighs quivering. Unless he was wearing a rubber, which I doubted, he was hosing down her insides at that very instant. Lori's legs had wrapped around his butt, pulling him even more tightly against her, as his legs continued to quake with a combination of tension and release. I remained transfixed on the scene before me.

As he began to relax and settled upon her, Lori lovingly stroked his back. She was still breathing heavily, as was he. I decided to announce my presence.

"Pardon me. Am I interrupting anything?"

Lori pushed Mark so hard he almost went off the side of the bed. She frantically grabbed for the sheet or blanket to cover herself. That struck me as odd. It's not as though I'd never seen her naked. And what did she think she was covering up? I mean it was obvious she hadn't been fucking Mark with her clothes on. In retrospect, I think it was a subconscious effort to crawl into a hole and close it over her.

Mark was scrambling to climb into his clothes, and Lori just sat there with the covers up to her neck, her eyes wide and tearing up, her face set in abject terror. My expression, I think, was blank. No emotion, no reaction. In reality, I didn't know how I felt. There was pain, certainly. But there was also an undefinable exhilaration. Wife or not, watching this man and woman having dynamite sex was an incredible turn-on. Maybe more so because it was my wife. All I knew was, I wasn't angry—with either of them.

Neither Mark nor I said anything as he hurried out the door. I turned to Lori, whose expression had not changed.

"You know, this reminds me of a joke I heard the other day. There was this guy who had an incredibly bad day. It started as soon as he got to work. His boss calls him into his office and fires him on the spot. After cleaning out his desk, he goes to his car, feeling like shit, and heads home. On the way, some kid with no insurance broadsides him in an intersection, totaling his car. After a tow truck hauls it off, the guy catches a bus, which takes him more than five blocks from his house, so he has to walk home the rest of the way. He goes in the house, looking for his wife to give her the bad news. As he's walking down the hallway, he hears noises coming from the bedroom. As he gets closer, he recognizes the sounds as those of lovemaking. Sure enough, as he throws open the bedroom door, he sees his wife in bed, getting fucked by his best friend. In a rage, the guy grabs his wife and yanks her out of bed, yelling at her to pack her bags and get out. After she leaves the bedroom, the guy turns to his best friend.

"And as for you—Bad dog! Bad dog!"

I laughed, but Lori didn't. I sat down on the side of the bed.

"Lori, I know you're not going to believe me, at least not right now, but I understand. I'm not saying it was right, but I do understand. Why don't you go take a shower and I'll have room service bring up some coffee, juice and maybe some breakfast rolls. When you come out, I don't want to talk about it or hear about it again. Okay?"

She nodded and clambered out of bed, making a beeline for the bathroom, her hand clutching her crotch (evidently, Mark had not used a rubber, and his deposit was threatening to leave a trail on the carpet). I had no way of knowing if this was the first time she'd gotten a little on the side. I suppose the old complaint about men having a double standard when it comes to extramarital sex does have some merit, but I don't consider myself a hypocrite. This thing with Mark had been an exceptional situation, and as I had told Lori, I found it understandable. I doubted that it was something that was likely to be a common occurrence, and Mark was as close to the "faceless stranger" of female fantasies as she'd probably ever get. Unless, of course, I went ahead and rented her a stud for her birthday.




Personal Ad-ventures



True to our agreement, neither of us talked about Mark again. It took a few weeks for Lori to get back to what I considered normal in her sex with me. Initially, she seemed awkward and reserved, but she eventually got over it. As for me, it was difficult not to flash on the image of her and Mark in bed, especially when Lori and I were making love. To be honest, though, the image was a stimulating one.

3

My next visit to the P. O. box yielded two letters addressed to "Occupant." One had been addressed using block letters, the other written in what appeared to be female longhand. Intrigued, I sat in my car and decided to open the printed one first, saving the best for last.

Dear Occupant:

I read your ad and both me and my wife are interested. We answered another ad a few months ago and got together with a woman who was bisexual. I enjoyed the hell out of it, but my wife wasn't all that excited. I don't know whether it was because I was having sex with this gal or whether my wife didn't dig having a chick eating her out. Anyway, my wife made me promise that some day I'd make it a threesome with another guy. I told her it sure as hell wasn't going to be some bisexual guy, cause I don't swing that way. We saw your ad and she insisted I get in touch with you. One thing though, she wants to see what you look like before we agree to do it. If that sounds OK with you, give me a call. I should be home after six each night. My name is Jack and my wife's name is Sherri. We're in our thirties and love to get it on!

Jack included his phone number.

The second letter was written on pale blue stationery, in a very attractive hand:

Hi:

My name is Sherri. My husband Jack and I saw your ad, and it sounded inviting! He's been bugging me for years to let him bring a man over to the house so we could have our own little orgy. I said sure, but he's never done it. I think he's a little chicken (ha ha). Not long ago we put our own ad in the paper, asking for a woman who'd like to join us. We only got one letter from a woman, the others were from guys. This girl came over and we had a great time. Don't tell him I told you this, but Jack only lasted in her about two seconds before he had to cum! It was the first time I've been with a woman, and it felt GREAT!! I think Jack got his nose a little out of joint. Anyway, I told Jack to write a letter to you, but I don't trust him to do it. So I'm writing instead. I'd REALLY like to meet you. Call me at 555-4727. If Jack answers, just ask for me, Sherri. Tell him you work at my office. Hope to hear from you soon (pant pant).

She added a P.S.:

If for some reason Jack chickens out, maybe we could get together sometime, just the two of us.

Interesting. Sherri sounded like a handful for poor old Jack. I was a little hesitant on this one. I had visions of ol' Jack flipping out when I was slipping the high hard one to the missus. And as for Sherri, it didn't sound like she was a stranger to fooling around on Jack. If I did decide to go ahead with it, I'd definitely wear a condom. No telling who she'd been playing hide-the-sausage with. I had gotten a trifle horny prior to opening the letters, anticipating what they contained. I decided to throw caution to the wind and give Jack/Sherri a call that night.

Fortunately, Sherri answered.

"Hi, Sherri?"

"Yes."

"My name is Bill. I got your letter today in response to an ad I put in the paper."

"Oh, yeah. Bill. So your name's not Occupant, huh?" A little titter (her restrained laugh, not her chest size).

"That's my last name."

"Oh, a sense of humor. I like that. Look, Jack's not home right now, if you're free to stop by. He won't be back for another two or three hours."

I wasn't horny enough to risk ol' Jack coming home and finding us doing the deed without him. "Okay, but I can only stay for a minute. I've got some paperwork to do at home for work tomorrow. What's your address?"

"It's 773 Oakmont Place, just off Riverside." She sounded disap-pointed.

"I should be there in about fifteen minutes."

"I'll be waiting."

I rang the doorbell and the door opened. Sherri was dressed in a see-through negligee, and I do mean see-through. Her protruding nipples on very large tits and a small patch of dark pubic hair were as plain as if the material was plastic wrap. Her hair was a very light blonde, undoubtedly bleached, considering the darker color of her pussy and the telltale roots on her head. She had to have been closer to her forties than her thirties, as Jack had described. Still and all, she had a beautiful face with hazel eyes, and her body was in excellent shape. She reminded me of a showgirl whose age was sneaking up on her. Twenty, even ten years ago, she could have had her choice of suitors. Myself included. I was getting a woody just standing there.

Sherri invited me in and offered me a drink. I accepted a Stoly on the rocks. Seated on the couch, I was handed the drink as she sat down next to me.

"Uh, Sherri, thought you'd like to know, Jack did send me a letter. Got it today along with yours."

"Huh, that surprises me. Let's see it."

"I, uh, left it at home. It just says that you and he had an interest in getting together with me. He mentioned the girl you had over, and said he'd promised to find a man to join you guys. He also said you wanted to check me out before we agreed to anything."

"Talk about half truths. Well, I'm glad he had the balls to write the letter, anyway. Before you even ask, yes, I think you're acceptable—to put it mildly." She leaned over and kissed me, her tongue entering my mouth. Her hand went to my lap, glomming onto my semi-boner. "Mmmm, nice."

"Look, uh, Sherri, I'd love to stay for awhile, but I've really got to get home and get back to work."

"Unless I'm sadly mistaken," she said as she began to unzip my fly, "this won't take very long. Lay back."

I stretched out on the couch and she assumed a position on her knees beside it. She unbuckled my belt and opened the clasp on my pants, then pushed them down to my knees. My cock was at attention.

"Here," she said, opening her negligee and hefting one of her tits. "Something to keep you busy while I'm working."

As her mouth slipped over my shaft, I fondled her breasts. They were firm, firmer than they would have been without the silicone. Her nipples were responsive, and hardened right up under my caresses.

In a matter of seconds I came to the realization that this woman was very talented. She was doing magic on me like I've never felt before. I can't say exactly what she was doing, but her mouth and lips and tongue and even her teeth were playing me like a flute. My ass was wriggling on the cushion and my lower lip was caught between my teeth. If this were a contest to see who could bring a man off the fastest, Sherri had no equal. A minute after she started on me I was ready to explode.

I wanted to prolong the pleasure a little, so I tried to think about stock options and changing the oil in my car. She did something else, like a combination of a sucking action and a light grip on the head with her lips and teeth, and that was all she wrote. The final out of the game. The cows had come home. The fat lady was singing.

She siphoned every drop from my cock to my balls and back again, and once I was drained she sent it all to her stomach with an audible gulp. Bar none, that was the best blowjob I'd ever hope to have.

She was right. Five minutes after she started pulling on my zipper, I was pulling it back up. I tried to chugalug my drink, still worried that ol' Jack might come bounding in the door any second. I remember thinking, If her blowjobs are any indication, I wonder what marvels she can perform with my dick in her? She could probably milk it like a farmer.

"Sherri, you know, I'm kinda worried about how Jack is going to react when we get together, the three of us. I'm not real sure it would be a good idea to go ahead with it. Sorry, but that's how I see it."

"You know, you're probably right. He can be a little overbearing sometimes. Hey, I'd be happy just to have you for myself. Fuck Jack! No reason you and I can't have some fun. Right?"

"Uh, yeah. No reason I can think of."

"Next time we get together, I've got a little something I'll bet you've never experienced before." She winked and grinned. She really was a very beautiful woman.

"It's a date. Can I call you here?" I still hadn't totally convinced myself this was a wise move, but she had certainly motivated me.

"Sure. Jack's usually gone until late on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so why don't you call some Tuesday evening and we can get together either then or on Thursday. Look, I'll tell Jack you called tonight, and after we talked you decided that maybe it wasn't really a good idea. You know, cold feet or whatever."

"Sounds reasonable to me. By the way, you give outstanding head. You oughta get a patent on your technique. It was, well, incredible!" I got up from the couch and headed for the door. I paused and gave her a peck on the lips, which she converted to an open-mouthed assault. I had to tear myself away, both in fear of Jack and of what I might be tempted to do, once my reproductive gear had a chance to recuperate.

"I'll call you."

* * *

I'm going to skip ahead for a while, but I'll go back to the proper chronology afterwards. I wanted to tell you what Sherri had in store for me on our next get-together.

I had followed her instructions and called her one Tuesday evening. I went over there that night, impatient as I was to see what delights awaited me. As soon as the door opened, Sherri was on me. This time she was stark-ass naked. I could barely get the door closed behind me. That would have given the neighbors something to talk about.

"Ooh, I've missed you," she purred, leading me by the hand to the couch. "Be right back."

I watched her trotting out to the kitchen, admiring her firm, rounded bottom and legs. She was wearing heels, which complimented her flawless legs. Not a trace of cellulite. Except for minor age lines about her eyes and mouth, Sherri could still wow them on stage, if that's what she used to do. What a package.

She returned with my drink and sat down.

"I've got a surprise. Jack is out of town and won't be back all night! If you can, I'd love for you to spend the night with me. It'll be wild!"

Her exuberance was endearing, but I did have a wife to contend with.

"Look, sweetheart, I'd love to, but in case you haven't noticed . . ." I held up my left hand to display my wedding band.

"Oh, I noticed. First thing. But I thought maybe you . . . Oh, that's okay. As long as you promise me sometime we can spend the night. You ever go out of town on business?"

"Yeah, once in a while."

"I don't mean to seem pushy, but it would be fantastic if I could go to wherever you're staying and we could, well, you know."

"I'll keep that in mind." I saw her face drop a little. "I mean it, I think that would be fantastic. Just you and me, all night. That is if my poor body can take the punishment." I grinned at her. She seemed to brighten.

"Lets get you out of those suffocating clothes." She started to work on the buttons of my shirt.

"Any objections to maybe using a bed this time?" I suggested.

"That was my plan, lover, I just hadn't gotten that far yet. This way." She pulled me up by the hand and led me down the hall to a spacious master bedroom. The bed was king-sized, with the corner of the covers already pulled down. After my clothing was hung over a nearby chair, I joined her in bed. She was lying there, affecting a provocative pose, her hair splayed out on the dark blue pillow, her arm over her head, her breasts in full view, and one leg drawn up and bent over the other to conceal her lower assets.

We warmed up in the traditional way, kissing and feeling each other from head to toe. Once she appeared to be responding, I put a hand on each of her knees, parting them and laying bare her glistening pussy.

"Time to repay you for the other night." I began by softly running my fingers over her belly and thighs, pausing to lightly kiss these areas as my fingers passed over. Then I started to gently nibble and lick the inside of her thighs, gradually nearing the primary target. I didn't kiss, or even touch her there, but instead blew warm air softly all over it. At one point I placed my open mouth over her clitoris and labia, exhaling hot air directly over them. Then it was tongue time.

My hands went to her breasts as my tongue began to lightly lick at her pussy. She moaned as I teased her clit with just the barest tip of my tongue. I separated her cunt lips with my tongue, running it up and down the crevice from her ass to her clit. My tongue darted inside the tight hole of her honey pot, evoking another moan. I returned to her clit, licking and sucking on the swollen button. I ever so slowly inserted the middle finger of my left hand inside of her, never pausing in my oral ministrations to her clit. I located her G-spot and gently prodded and massaged the area with the end of my finger. Sherri was undulating her hips, her low murmurs now almost continual.

I softly nibbled at her clit, while fucking her with my finger. She was getting closer to climaxing. I then went to my sure-fire technique, butterfly flicks rapidly applied to her clit, my finger slurping around in her tight, gooey hole. I twisted my hand around and found her asshole with my left thumb, wet from her vaginal secretions, and inserted it to the first knuckle. I had a grip on her like a bowling ball. The sounds from her mouth seemed to originate from deep within.

"Nnnuh, nnnuh, nnnuh." These guttural utterances, signaling her imminent release, struck me right in the balls. She was such a sexy woman, and the sounds she was making as I was making her come, turned me on something fierce. Odd as it sounds, I nearly came just listening to her coming.

The throaty grunts instantly became loud squeals and groans, as her ass bucked and gyrated under my mouth. She came in spades, nearly throwing me off of her. Her hands gripped my head, holding me tight to her convulsing cunt. It took her a full two minutes before her body relaxed and she settled back onto the bed. I've never seen such an outpouring from a woman's pussy before, so thick and sweet and abundant. My God, what a sexy woman!

I rolled over onto my back, fully expecting her to reward me with a little head.

"Not yet, lover. Later. I don't know when you're planning on leaving, and I don't know how fast you can recover, so I'm gonna assume this'll be a one-shot deal. I need some fucking first, lover, then I'm gonna curl your toes!" With that, she swung her leg over me, grabbed my boner and guided it into her. She settled down on me, as I slipped in easily. She began slowly at first, wiggling her butt around in small circles, at the same time lifting up then sitting down. Her head was back, her mouth open and her eyes closed, as she rode me like a corkscrew. I massaged her breasts, then pulled her toward me so I could put the nipples in my mouth. She continued to move her butt up and down, as I sucked then bit her nipples. She started the low moaning again, and in moments she spasmed through an orgasm.

Sherri was so tight, I couldn't believe that a woman of her age could be so snug. She was milking me. I don't think a man could grip as tightly as her cunt walls were doing. Yet it was so slick, I moved smoothly within her. It was also very stimulating. I flipped her over so I could continue in the missionary position, my personal favorite. I lifted her legs up over my shoulders, which I knew would hit her in just the right spot. I fucked harder, bringing her off in seconds. Then another. And another. She was nearly hysterical. I didn't back off until I felt myself getting close. She sensed it.

"No, no! Don't you dare come! Not yet! Just give me a little more first."

I did my best. She fired off two more before she stopped responding. She put me onto my back.

"You just lay there. I'm in the driver's seat from here on out."

Sherri sat up and opened the drawer of the nightstand, taking out two items. One was a tube of K-Y, the other was a slender white rope. Silk, I think. There were a number of knots in it, spaced maybe three inches apart. She uncapped the lubricating gel and squeezed some out into the palm of one hand. She then took the rope and applied the K-Y to it, from one end to the other. Next she pushed my legs apart. With a dab of gel on her finger, she stuck it up my ass.

I didn't know what the hell she was doing. She began feeding one end of the rope into me, pressing it in with her finger, a few inches at a time. I couldn't see down there, but it felt like she had stuffed the entire two-foot rope up my ass. Not used to having my butt messed with, it was a very tight fit. With my legs still bent and parted, Sherri began giving me head.

She cradled my balls in one hand, using the other to stroke my shaft while her mouth played my organ. It was another masterful performance. I gave myself two minutes at the most. A man can only endure just so much. I forgot about the rope.

"Let me know when you're just about to come. It's important. You gotta let me know."

"Oh, God. Believe me, I will."

It seemed like only seconds later and I was announcing it.

She continued to suck on me, deep-throating it so the head was practically touching her Adam's apple from the inside. I began to moan and my legs started to shake. I suddenly was reminded of the rope.

Sherri pulled on it very slowly but steadily. As the first knot popped out, I began to come. The sensation was incredible. Then another knot, and I shot some more. "Oh, Jesus Christ!" One after another, the knots popped through my tightly constricted asshole, each time inciting a fire in my loins that was sweet agony. Very unlike me, I bellowed loudly, the intensity nearly unbearable. I fired an explosive shot again and again. I thought I was going to blow the back of her head off. The come was running out of her mouth, down my cock, as she kept on sucking and I kept on shooting. "Oh, fuck!" As the last knot came out, I don't know whether it was liquid or just hot air that I spurted into her throat. It had taken a full minute for me to finish coming. That was as close as I've ever come to dying. Or so it seemed at the time. I knew there would never, ever be a more intense orgasm in my entire life. Sherri now possessed my soul.

"My God," I finally managed to say, "I think I'm in love."

She laughed and kissed me. "That's what they all say. Pretty terrific, huh?"

"There's not a superlative in any language that could describe it. It was . . . fan-fucking-tastic!

She giggled with self-satisfaction, absolutely radiating with glee. She had given me the thrill of my life, and she was the one gushing all over. I pulled her to me and kissed her, then held her very close. I had to be careful. Sometimes the heart and the hard-on are closely connected. I felt such an outpouring of love in me, but I had to tell myself over and over again that it was sex, nothing but.

I did make a promise to myself that night before I went home: The next trip out of town was going to include her, even if I had to fly her there.

4

After the letters from Jack and Sherri, it was almost a week before I got another one. My fingers were trembling as I tore open the envelope.

Dear Occupant:

Hi. My name is Susan. My husband, Marty, asked me to write this. He's watching over my shoulder as I write it. We saw your ad, obviously. We've answered this kind of ad before, and been pretty much turned off by some of the creeps that have shown up at our place. If that happens to describe you, sorry about that. Once in a while the guy will be surprisingly good. Not often enough though. Marty and I started doing this several years ago, having another man fuck me while Marty watches. I don't know which of us gets turned on more, Marty by watching, or me by getting fucked. As you can see, I tell it like it is. Do you like women to talk dirty? Anyway, one other thing I should mention. Marty's not really a homosexual, but he really gets off on going down on me right after the other guy comes in me. Believe me, he's not going to try to hit on you. He just wants to taste me with your come oozing out. Christ, Marty's trying to rape me right here while I'm writing this. I suppose you'd like to know what we look like. I'm 5-5, 120, with reddish brown hair and green eyes. Marty is 6-1, 180, with short brown hair and brown eyes. The things that turn me on are: men who like to eat pussy, getting spanked while I'm getting fucked (ooh, I really dig that!), talking dirty to me while you're in me, and watching dirty movies and getting eaten at the same time. We've got quite a few movies, if that turns you on too. Well, I think that covers it. Give us a call at 555-2089.




Personal Assistance



Rolling over, feeling a little groggy, Helena Stewart quickly realised that there was something not quite right. The hard mattress was not the soft sumptuous bed of her own apartment, the bare white walls not the passionate pink of her decor. Helena realised she wasn't in her own bed, wasn't even in her own apartment. She was wearing a small black leather bra top that barely held in the whole of her DD cup breasts and a tiny tight black leather mini-skirt with her long smooth legs in kinky thigh high PVC boots. Her black lace panties were a little torn and her ass felt sore. Turning her head, Helena could see, stretched out beside her on the bed, a tall, dark haired guy with a little rugged stubble, he was naked except for a pair of blue boxer shorts so Helena could see his hairy body. He wasn't exactly the type she normally went for and Helena, remembering very little of the night before, realised she must have been pretty drunk to have even gone home with him and she always made a point of never spending the night, that was the first thing that turned no stings attached one night stand sex into the beginnings of a relationship. Her head was throbbing with the feeling of a hangover as she looked across at the digital clock beside the bed to see it was already gone 9 o'clock, it was Monday morning and she was going to be very late for work.

Helena slid the guy's arm from where it rested across her chest and slipped out of the bed without waking him, she'd leave the house and call a cab home on her cellphone. Her fitted black leather jacket hung over a chair in the corner of the room, she slipped it on and tottered out of the room on the six inch heels of her thigh high boots. Shutting the front door behind her, Helena smiled at managing to escape without having to talk to the guy again. The smile was wiped from her face when she realised she had left her handbag in the house, it had her phone, her keys and her purse with all her money in it. Helena realised that there was no way she could get home without going back into the house and that would mean talking to last night's conquest. Oh well, it couldn't be helped.

She rung the door bell and a few seconds later he appeared at the door, wrapped in an unflattering robe. He smiled at her in a way that made Helena cringe, she had been right to try and get out:

"Trying to leave already," he winked at her, "At least stay for breakfast."

"I'm late for work, just give me my handbag and I'll get out of your way."

"Let me give you a lift to work," he offered, the guy was clearly desperate, she must have been extra good last night, but she thought it would be cheaper and less embarrassing than getting a cab.

"I can't go to work dressed like this," she told him, "Take me home."

She saw him smile at the thought that he would be able to see where she lived and she made a mental note to get him to drop her off at the corner of the street. In the car he tried to make conversation but Helena deliberately ignored him apart from giving him directions to the street where her apartment was. Getting him to drop her off at the corner she got out of the car and, feeling generous now she had got away from him, turned back and smiled:

"Last night was really great. . .er. . ."

"Paul," he told her.

"Yeah, Paul, last night was great, we should do it again sometime, I'll give you a call."

Waiting to see him pull away, Helena hurried to her apartment building and up the stairs to her sumptuous luxury apartment, it was now 9:30 and she was getting later and later for work but she had to shower and change, she couldn't, as she had told Paul, go to work dressed like this. Helena walked into her large bathroom and looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her lipstick and make-up was all smudged and the blonde wisps of her out of place. Carefully she removed the wig, for her real her was short and dark, and stripped out of her tight leather outfit. Turning on the warm running water of the shower she stepped under it and washed away the remaining elements of last night, the smudged make-up running from her face. The water running down between her huge breasts and down her smooth chest towards the six inch cock that hung between her smooth thighs. The soapy water of the shower washed away the glue that held her breasts in place and she removed them from her flat chest and stepped from the shower. The reflection in the mirror was now of somebody completely different, with the clothes, wig, make-up and breasts removed sexy Helena was transformed back into her daytime self, respectable Henry who dried himself off, put on a suit and hurried out of the apartment to his car to drive into work.

Henry got to the offices of his computing firm just after 10:30, he was an hour and a half late and he practically ran from the car park up to his office on the third floor of the three storeys that the company owned. He knew being that late would have got him into some serious trouble were it not for one thing, it was his computing firm and he couldn't get into trouble with anyone senior to him because he was the boss. Henry Stewart had formed Stewart Computing back in the 1980s and the company had gone from strength to strength making Henry a rich man. Two years earlier he had split up with his wife of fifteen years and moved to his apartment in San Diego closer to the offices of his company. Ever since, he had been living the strange double life as Henry Stewart, respected and respectable computing executive during the day but as soon as he got home transforming himself into sex kitten Helena going out for nights on the town hoping for some no strings attached sex. For two years Henry had lived this life quite happily and he had no reason to think that there would be anything that would change it now.

Hurrying into his large office, he was stopped outside by his new PA, Jemma Stevens. Jemma was in her mid-twenties and had recently graduated college with a major in business management, on the advice of his friend Naomi, Henry had agreed to hire Jemma temporarily as his PA to get some experience of the management world. She could have been quite pretty if it weren't for her thick glasses and how her blonde hair was cut in clumsy fringe, she dressed conservatively and was normally quiet and kept to herself around the office. Jemma had only been there for a month but Henry knew that she was far more capable than the job required and, although she wasn't the most social of people, she, did her job very efficiently and Henry found himself increasingly trusting her with more and more important things. This morning, Jemma had masses of things to go through with him, but mostly he could see she had already come up with ideas and solutions for most of them and so he found himself able to sit there and plan for Helena's next weekend out.

***

Friday night and Helena was out in a club again, looking to pick up another hunky stud. Tonight she wore a tiny black halter-neck dress that she really had to squeeze herself into and that had her false DD cup breasts almost spilling out in a way that she knew really attracted the guys. The tiny skirt of her black dress clung to her pert ass which it barely covered and exposed the whole length of her sexy smooth legs which she accentuated with the heels on her black ankle boots. Her normal way of going about things involved ordering a cocktail from the bar and slowly sipping it in an enticing sensual way while she thrust her breasts out and simply waited for guys to approach her, it usually didn't take too long.

Across the flashing strobe lights of the dance floor, Helena thought she saw somebody she knew. Her back was slightly turned away from Helena and she was dressed unlike the way that Helena was used to, but Helena was sure she recognised her, or to be more precise Henry's, PA Jemma. The big glasses and bad haircut were recognisable but the tight revealing clothes nothing like Jemma's office wear. However, Helena didn't linger overly long on Jemma because her eye was instantly drawn away to the guy she was talking to. Unlike Paul of the night before, this guy was hot, he was absolutely the type of guy that Helena tended to go for and she desperately hoped he would come over and approach her but was worried that Jemma might recognise her if she came over and that could cause serious repercussions in Henry's life. The guy was tall and totally toned and muscular with tight pants and a T-shirt that showed off his very impressive chest muscles. He had a perfect white grin that was on show quite a lot as he seemed to enjoy whatever Jemma was saying. Helena felt a pang of jealousy, she should fire that bitch, she thought before remembering that she never wanted to let her two lives cross, which was why she didn't want Jemma to look over and recognise her.

She looked down at her drink to avoid Jemma's gaze as she looked over to Helena's side of the room. When she looked up again, Jemma was gone and the muscular guy was coming her way. She took a moment to compose herself, suddenly a bag of nerves where usually she was so confident with guys and took the lead. Maybe it was the association with Jemma that had made her nervous, maybe it was the fear that she had been recognised. Helena turned her gaze from the approaching guy and saw someone else coming towards her, someone else she recognised. It was Paul from the weekend before, how had he known she was going to be here? Or was it just a coincidence? He smiled at her as he came over.

"Hi," he said, "Fancy meeting you here,"

Helena was totally slumped, this had never happened to her before, she had no way of getting rid of the guy. Quick sex and then she would leave, that was the way it always worked. She felt someone at her elbow and heard a deep masculine voice say:

"I'm sorry, what do you want with my girlfriend?"

Helena turned to see the hunky guy from across the room standing beside her, looking threateningly at Paul who looked scared for a moment and then left. Helena turned gratefully to the new guy and smiled at him, he flashed, back his brilliant white smile.


"I hope that wasn't too presumptuous of me," he said, "But he looked like he was bothering you,"

"It wasn't presumptuous at all," Helena tried to get her voice into control with its normal alluring purr, "I'm Helena," she held out her slender, manicured hand and he took it in his big, strong grasp.

"Matt," he said, "Would you like to dance, Helena?"

As well as being incredibly sexy, Matt was also a great dancer and he held Helena close to him, totally taking control, so her breasts pressed against his chest and their crotches ground together until Helena felt a stirring of arousal in hers. She took his head in her hands and pulled it down to hers, kissing him passionately on the lips.

Back at Matt's apartment, Helena wasted no time and, as soon as they were in the bedroom she dropped to her knees and stripped Matt's pants off him, freeing his cock which sprang free in her face. Ignoring all her many talents and abilities at cocksucking, Helena simply opened her mouth and took the whole length of his throbbing, erect member into it and began to rapidly and excitedly suck on it in a way that was making her feel totally aroused, far more so than she had in a long while. She could tell from Matt's groans and his throbbing cock that he was close to a climax and she let his cock slide from her mouth, letting a string of pre-cum trail between the two.

"I want you to fuck my ass now Matt," she said, beginning to retain the control she normally took with guys. 

Going over to the bed she propped her ass up with pillows, pulling her cock up beneath her in the process in order to hide it. She pulled up the skirt of her little black dress just a bit, it was so short it barely covered her ass anyway, and pulled aside her black lingerie thong to allow access to her anus. Spreading her legs, she enticed Matt in and he didn't need a second invitation, thrusting his cock eagerly up her ass. Her experienced ass didn't have too much difficulty in taking in Matt's cock and soon he was thrusting hard in and out of her ass, levering himself on her bare shoulders. As Matt thrust towards Helena's prostate she felt a greater pleasure at this than she had in a long time, her own cock buried in cushions was rock solid and, as Matt continued to enthusiastically thrust in and out of her she groaned and screamed the house down until her cock, grinding into the pillows beneath her could take no more and she unloaded all her sticky creamy cum into her tiny thong. Her ass clenched around Matt's cock and this was all he needed to blow his considerable load up her ass. As was her habit, Helena excused herself to go clean up in Matt's bathroom and cleaned the cum from her ass and thong before leaving his house to go home. Despite the great quality of the sex he didn't want a relationship to start complicating matters.

***

Henry arrived at work on time the following Monday but Jemma was still there before him, dedicated as ever. Most of the rest of the office had still yet to arrive. Henry had forgotten until that moment seeing Jemma in the club on Friday and was about to bring it up before he suddenly realised what that might reveal about him and what that might make him explain. Jemma handed him a file of the week's business as she did every Monday and Henry went into his office to read it. Opening the file, out fell a series of glossy colour photos, that was unusual. Henry looked at them and realised that they were all pornographic pictures of couples having oral and anal sex. How had Jemma somehow got these mixed in with the week's business? He was about to go out of the office to get angry with Jemma when he studied the photos more closely. He could see now that the busty blonde sucking off the muscular hunk wasn't just any pornographic photo, it was him with Matt that Friday night. The photos went on to show him lying face down on the bed, legs spread with Matt thrusting into his ass and an _expression of pure ecstasy on his face. That wasn't all, there were pictures of him, or more precisely Helena, in his black leather bra top and skirt and PVC thigh high boots, on his hands and knees being fucked doggy style by Paul the week earlier. In these the outline of his erect cock in his leather skirt was clearly visible, he was drunk and being less careful, and he realised that because of this he would be obviously recognisable were the photos to get out. He didn't know how she had done it but he realised Jemma was blackmailing him. He called her into his office.

She came innocently into the office, dressed in her usual conservative office clothing, looking in no way like a woman involved in sexual blackmail. She smiled politely at him. He turned the photos towards her.

"What's this all about?" he asked.

She smiled farther, she had a nice smile, a little wicked perhaps in light of the situation, but attractive, "Your friend Naomi thought it was about time you decided to fully embrace your womanhood," so that was how she knew, "If you follow my instruction and do everything I say then nobody else in the company needs to see these pictures."

The first thing that Jemma desired him to do was to quit the day to day running of the company and to hand it over to her. Although Henry was a little doubtful about what other, more senior, members of the company might think to this, he knew that Jemma was well qualified and talented enough to take control of the running of Stewart Computing without any damage to his financial situation and, indeed, she may even be able to inject some new ideas into the business. Therefore, after only a brief consideration, Henry handed over the reins of Stewart Computing to Jemma, the new managing director. As Henry had thought, there was briefly some objections and difficulty from some of his staff but Jemma was able to establish her authority in dealing harshly with these and with her obvious competence at her new job.

His freedom from having to present himself every day as Henry Stewart enabled him to spend his days working towards Jemma's second demand, that he devote his time to a permanent transformation from Henry to Helena. He began to live as Helena all day and, at the same time, begun a course of hormone therapy and various operations in order to fully transform him physically and permanently into Helena. Once again, Henry was quite willing to acquiesce to this demand of his former PA, he knew that for the last two years living and loving as Helena had been the cause of all his pleasure and passion while his days as Henry had purely served the practical function of allowing him to continue to accumulate money which he spent on Helena's clothes and beauty products, on her nights out and, now, on her operations.

That wasn't all that Jemma desired of him, her final demand was for continued sexual favours for both herself and the guys she brought home. Jemma moved into Helena's luxury apartment and assumed total control over her love life. Not that Helena was complaining particularly, she enjoyed sex with all the guys that Jemma brought for her and pleasing Jemma herself became something that Helena began to enjoy increasingly much. Jemma and Helena lived like this for some months with Jemma now running the company while Helena spent her days shopping and having fun. Jemma never really bothered Helena with the details of the business any more, saying a woman like Helena didn't need to bother herself with such issues and, as the money continued to come in, Helena felt that she really didn't need to bother herself any more with such problems and felt herself pleased at the lifting of such a weight of concern from her shoulders. However, one day Jemma did decide to involve Helena in the business in something of an unusual request.

"I need a favour from you Helena," she said one day, which Helena thought a little strange as Jemma didn't ever ask anything of her, "There's a guy coming to town, David Stiller, a very rich businessman who is thinking about investing in the company," Helena was a little confused, Jemma never bothered her with issues concerning the business any more, "David is the kind of guy that gets a little lonely away from his wife on these long business trips, I need you to show him a good time, take him out for dinner, do what you do best."

"Why do you need me to do this?" Helena asked, "If David is after a woman then why not you? You are, after all, more of a woman than I am."

"I'm the manager he's dealing with, I can't also play the slutty woman who tries to seduce him. Besides, you know your feminine wiles and charms far exceed mine and he never has to know that you're not everything you seem."

So, set up by Jemma, Helena found herself that Friday dining in a very fancy restaurant with a potential investor, knowing that the future financial strength of the company could rest on his performance this evening. David Stiller was in his late thirties, a similar sort of age to Helena herself, and generally unremarkable looking, relatively, but not notably, short, medium build, with short gingery brown hair and some freckles that made him look younger than he was. He was dressed in a business like grey suit that showed him to be someone who probably tended to put business before his family. Helena herself was dressed in a black evening dress with a plunging neckline down to the cleavage of her new, genuine, breasts that she had recently acquired and was particularly proud of. She wore a diamond necklace that had cost her heavily recently and that instinctively drew the attention of anybody who looked at her towards the curve of her breasts. The black velvet dress was slit up the side of the skirt to give a glimpse of her long, sexy legs encased in black silk stockings and a brief flash of skin above her stocking tops. Her blonde wispy hair was tied up in an elaborate, expensive and glamorous style. Overall, Helena felt herself dressed in such a way that she couldn't fail to impress. Sure enough, over dinner, as she fluttered her long false eyelashes and listened attentively, she could see David's eyes constantly drawn to her cleavage and exposed leg and a little tremble come over him as she gently rubbed the inside of his leg with her foot and slowly stroked the stem of her wine glass, pouting her scarlet lips.




Personal Assistance



Helena was satisfied that she was making a fairly strong impact on David and that this could only be having a good affect on the potential financial situation of the company. Her opinions were confirmed when after dinner David, slightly unsure of himself, asked Helena if she would like to come back to his hotel with him. In the cab to the hotel, Helena decided to put David's mind at ease as to what was going to happen so he wouldn't be so nervous to ask for it. She bent over and began to kiss all over his face and neck, rubbing her hand over the crotch of his pants where she could already feel a straining bulge. Getting to the door of David's hotel room, he eagerly fumbled for the keys, obviously desperate to get inside the room and allow Helena to do her thing. Getting inside the room, Helena instantly freed herself from the black velvet evening dress and let it fall to the floor, stepping out of it to reveal her sexy, smooth body in its sensual lingerie, a black lace basque that barely contained her huge breasts and the black silk stockings, supported by a black lace suspender belt. David let out a groan at the sight of Helena in her lingerie and Helena thought it possible that he might cream in his pants right there and then. But, seeming to control himself, instead he quickly stripped from his suit until he stood, naked, before her with his cock jutting out, erect and alert, from his body, awaiting Helena's attentions.

Helena got to her knees before him as she had so many men before and flicked out her tongue, licking the quivering head of his cock in a way that made his body tremble and his mouth groan. Her own cock was feeling quite excited by the situation and she knew that it wouldn't take much of her talented and experienced attentions to produce a climax in David. She swallowed the whole length of his cock into her throat and caressed it with her eager tongue. Knowing David was now not far off reaching his orgasm, Helena, whose hands were currently all over his ass, stuck one of her fingers up inside David's ass. That was enough to send him over the edge, with a loud cry of pleasure David emptied his cock down her throat, giving her bucket loads of cum, much to Helena's pleasure as she eagerly swallowed it all.

"Wow," David grinned, "That was amazing."

"That's not all," Helena winked seductively at him.

She stood back up and put her lips against his, kissing him passionately and using her tongue to push his cum back down his throat, David offered no resistance to this and, indeed, seemed to enjoy it as much as Helena did herself. Walking over to the bed, she lay face down on it and spread her legs wide and invitingly. Looking back over her shoulder she smiled at him and winked seductively again, beckoning with her finger.

"How would you like to fuck my ass, David?" she purred.

David obviously didn't need to think very much about it and the hot, salty, cummy kiss had already made his cock become hard again. Positioning himself behind her, he pulled her underwear aside to give access to her ass and began to shove his cock up deep inside her ass. At first he slowly and gently thrust himself in and out of her until Helena encouraged him to do it more and more forcefully. Sure enough, soon David was thrusting athletically and violently deep inside Helena in a way that was making her moan and beg for more. Caught up as she was in the joy of the moment, Helena carelessly failed to notice David reaching round underneath her, hoping to find her pussy and instead being greeted by Helena's surprise package. David stopped fucking her ass for a moment while his hand remained clasped on her firm, hard cock, seemingly not knowing what to do. Helena was about to say something, make some excuse or encouragement when David ploughed back into her ass, deeper, harder and more eagerly than before in a way that made whatever Helena was about to say turn into a loud and grateful moan of pleasure. As he ploughed in and out of her, stimulating her like she hadn't been for some time, his hand that was clasped around her cock began to jerk her off equally eagerly. It didn't take long for Helena's ass to tighten around David's cock and for her to feel her orgasm spreading electrically out from her prostate through her body until her cock exploded in his hand and came all over her sexy lingerie and the sheets of the hotel bed. With that, and one more powerful thrust deep into her ass, David too reached his climax, for the second time that evening and filled her ass to overflowing with warm, sticky cum.

Lying on the bed, in a warm sticky embrace, cocks touching, David smiled at Helena:

"Well, it looks like I'm going to be investing heavily in your company, and it looks like I'm going to need to be making plenty more trips to San Diego to check on my investment," he winked at her to suggest what else he might be checking up on and Helena smiled back, with her transformation from Henry to Helena complete she was finally realising the possibilities and opportunities open to her.

THE END

Look out for Part 3, "Sexretary"



Personal Assistant



Something I always wanted to do was be a roadie. Don't ask why when it's mostly a "guy thing". Guess just to prove myself to prove that not ALL females are the kind that flops down and cry when a nail gets broken. So I hung around the backstage area of various concerts waiting for the perfect opportunity. Finally it came:

"I'm not the boys' personal keeper! How am I supposed to know where Brian puts his shoes?"

"Because you're the one who packed them last!"

"I told you I didn't your damned nephew did!"

"That's not what he says."

"OF COURSE HE'D SAY OTHERWISE!"

"I have no choice to let you go. Certain costumes were planned to be worn and therefore because you lost Brian's shoes, we had to change EVERYTHING."

"Fucking hell! I quit!" I took that chance to appear around the corner where I ran straight into the obviously pissed off ex-employee. "Get out of my way!" he barked. 

"You're the one that's in my damned way and if you don't like it you'll get a knee in the groin." I must have looked more menacing than I felt looking a 6'6" beefy man or he doesn't hit women because I stayed on my feet. Granted I'm tall for a female, but 5'9" doesn't look like much with someone 10 inches taller standing over you. He brushed past me and I turned around to watch him walk away. I quickly turned back around and saw ho I wanted. "You have a position open?"

"Not for any females."

"Look Mister, I played high school football and tackled like the rest of them I think I can handle myself and carry my weight."

"Well, you've got tonight to prove yourself. I need every person we have to break it all down, and whether you do your share or not is dependant on whether you're apart of the team or not." With that he walked away. I was so happy that I started doing a little dance of happiness. Not bad for the first try. I waited until the concert was over and started breaking things down with everyone else. Of course there were snickers, sneers and guffaws as I walked by and started doing what the boss told me to, but what else was to be expected as there were probably other girls to take the same position only to try and have sex with one of the guys. Granted I wanted to with A.J. but that was a fantasy. After a few weeks I was accepted into the position. No one laughed at me anymore; instead they helped me and joked with me. After a while a tall skinny greasy haired guy walked up to me. I had seen him around running for this and that; I assumed he was someone of importance. "You... Come with me." he barked.

"I have a name, you know."

"I'm sorry but this is of extreme importance."

"Need a screw tightened?" I said and the guys within earshot let out a low chuckle. It was an inside joke that we had started about this guy.

"No I need something else. Follow me I'll explain along the way." So I looked at the guys, shrugged and left with "The Swishy Guy". He led me through some corridors and to a room. "Take a shower and I'll explain everything to you." I got undressed and into the shower. The Swishy Guy was talking through the door to me. "My name is Rick," I laughed as a movie had stated most guys of an alternate lifestyle are named Mark, Rick, or Steve, "I am your boss from now on. Bert has been notified of your new position. You start immediately."

"What am I-"

"You are now Mr. Litrel's personal assistant," Rick cut me off, "the basic rules are as follows, do not touch him where he does not want to be touched, you are to be at the back of the stage when he is running to the back you are to hand him a towel to wipe off his sweat then hand him a water, throw the towel in the dirty towel container and follow Mr. Litrel to the bus, taking down on your pad what he wants to eat then you go and get it EXACTLY how he wants it. This is something new we're trying so don't get your hopes up. Your clothes are on the chair; your crewmember pass has been switched to a personal assistant pass. 

There is a pen and notepad you are to use to write down what Mr. Litrel wants. The water is in the fridge; the towel is under your clothes. You have five minutes to be at the back of the stage." I dried myself off and changed into the clothes, grabbed the towel and water and ran to the backstage, turned back around, grabbed my pass and sprinted back to the backstage area where I went in and Brian had just come off the stage. I jogged over to him, handed him the towel and he smiled at me. Over the roar of fans, Brian yelled, "Don't worry I'm not used to it either!" I smiled and felt a little better. He handed the towel back to me and I gave him the water.

"Is there anything I can get you?" I asked.

"Not really I just need a shower." I thought to myself I wouldn't mind giving A.J. a tongue bath but kept the comment to myself though the thought made me embarrassed, "After that though I could use a massage."

"No problem, I'm told I'm good at it."

"Good follow me." We got on the bus and Brian got showered since he was the first to get to it. Soon A.J., Kevin, Howie, and Nick came on, with their personal assistants. They gave me a quizzical look and then I showed them my pass. 

"Brian's going to use up all the hot water!" Nick complained. 

"Get here sooner." I replied. "All the personal assistants gasped, Nick looked at me and laughed, "Can't help he gets off the stage first."

"Then keep your yap shut about it." Brian appeared around the corner a little concern on his face, and Nick smiled again. I wish the rest of these people were a little more like you, we're human and need to be joked with." At that moment, Nick turned around and glared at whom I assumed was his assistant and A.J. ran to the shower. "A.J.!" Nick yelled then sat down knowing that it was now inevitable that he had to wait. Brian lay down on his bed and I knelt beside him and gave him a massage. Brian was grunting with pleasure as I rubbed him down. 

"Don't get too loud," joked A.J., "or we might think you're doing more." After that, Brian grunted louder and I turned red but kept at giving him a massage. 

"Ok that's good." Brian finally said and I went to the main part of the bus and sat down in an empty seat and pulled my knees to my chest to start reading a book I had been reading for a week. Things had loosened up some with the assistants, except with Rick. "Poor A.J." I thought, "He's the most relaxed one yet he gets the most uptight assistant there is." I laughed into my book. At that moment A.J. had approached me, I looked up from my book and got so wet between my legs I was sure he could smell it. I took my feet from the seat and looked into his luscious eyes. "Yes?" I asked.

"I was wondering if you could help me."

"That's Rick's job not mine. I help Brian."

"That ass? Rick can't tell which way to wind his watch let alone what looks better on me. Besides anything looks good to a homosexual guy and I know you'll really give me an honest opinion."

"It'd be biased since I already think you're so hot." Ohmigod what had just come out of my mouth? Did I really say that? I felt my ears neck and face turn bright red. 

"All the better. I'll have more of an idea of what the girls want to see." I DID! I said that out loud! The only thing that I could do was to give him the advice now. Kevin was just finishing up his shower and the bus was moving so I couldn't run and hide. Nick had a devilish grin on his face as A.J. stood in front of me and said, "Does this shirt look better," then right in front of me with a grin on his face A.J. took off his shirt and then put on another one, "or this one?"

"Lemme see the first one on you again." I said taking full advantage of the situation. A.J. switched shirts again and I said, "The second one looks better. But if you want I can cut this one so that it looks good too. "Sure I have no real use for it if it doesn't look good on me." ~ About two weeks later I overheard Brian and A.J. talking. "C'mon Brian, you've got a woman, what would it hurt to let Brandy be my assistant?"

"My back."

"What do you mean your back?"

"The woman gives GREAT massages. Rick doesn't give you massages, anyway they're not possessions they're people."

"I know that! I just want to switch assistants with me. I need a woman's advice on how to look for the fans. Please Brian. I can't stand him anymore he's driving me insane. You seem to get along well with him. C'mon man. Ya' gotta help a friend out."

"Ok ok ok! I'll switch with you. Starting tomorrow Brandy's your assistant." I was so excited! Brian had found me before the next concert and told me the news. I acted a little disappointed and asked why. He told me it was because A.J. wanted me instead. "Ok. I'll miss you. I'm sure A.J. wouldn't mind me giving you a massage or two once in a while." I walked in the other direction and found A.J. After the concert I was giving A.J. a massage.

He was completely topless laying chest down on the mattress. I had straddled him to get a better position, actually just to have the opportunity to sit on top of him. I couldn't help it. I had to kiss his shoulder. It looked so strong and was turning me on more. I leaned over, and lightly kissed his shoulder then made my way up his neck. Soon my hands weren't massaging anymore they were roaming A.J.'s entire body. After a while A.J. turned over and I had let up to allow him to. 

Then I realized I might get reprimanded and made to leave when A.J. grabbed me by the wrist, pulled my mouth to his and gave me a long passionate kiss. I melted into a lump on top of A.J. and let his hands roam over my body. "Let's wait until tonight in the hotel room, we'll be alone," I said. That night in the hotel room it was like two animals in heat. We ripped clothes off one another's bodies, licking and kissing the exposed flesh. We laid on the bed and ran our hands over each other's bodies and kissing no words said. I licked A.J.'s chest down to his waistline and opened them up pulled his erection out and started sucking it feverishly. 

A.J. stopped me just before he finished and returned the favor licking swirling his tongue inside me. I just about came but pulled A.J.'s head from between my legs just in time. I pushed him over onto his back and got on top of him, straddling him and put his penis inside of me. I started moving up and down slowly at first and increasingly faster and faster. A.J. started moaning and as I joined him he started thrusting deep inside me hard fast movements and then at the same time we both orgasmed. I kept going brining myself to another orgasm and A.J. close to another. 

I stopped, got off of him and started sucking his cock again. Licking his head, shaft and balls in turn. A.J. started moaning as I sucked him this time yelling that he was going release. I kept my mouth on his penis, felt his dick pulse and his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed what I could then push the rest into my mouth. I didn't give him anytime to say a thing I straddled his face and started riding it. He worked his tongue inside me and I rode his face faster and faster. I got off of A.J.'s face just before I came and started to fuck him again. 

After a short while we both came and I collapsed on top of him and fell asleep.



Personal Assistant



Released from his embrace she turned and walked into her apartment. It had been an enjoyable first date, with the potential for more. He was cute, funny and seemed very sweet. His intelligence showed through in the stories he told. She loved listening to him talk and she laughed easily at all the appropriate moments. When she put her hand on his knee at dinner he was very receptive, which was always a good sign.

Turning from him to enter her apartment, she went to smile over her shoulder but stopped abruptly when she saw him. 

"Were you looking at my ass?"

He flustered, obviously caught and stuttered out a non- excuse. 

"You were, you were looking at my ass. Weren't you? Admit it." 

Immediately he blushed and she found it irresistible. He blinked rapidly, as if unsure of what to say or do. She took the initiative.

"It's ok sweetie, it's a beautiful ass. I'm not surprised you are aroused by it." The choice of her word aroused caused him to flush even deeper. His mouth hung agape. "You can look at it if you want." 

With that she turned and rested her hands on the doorway to her apartment. Bending over slightly, she allowed him the opportunity to study her greatest asset. Standing unmoving, he did as she said and let his gaze linger on her firm, round bottom covered in a tight pair of designer jeans. 

She swayed it back and forth. "You like that, don't you?"

This time he replied that he did and dropped to his knees behind her to get a better look. 

"That's it boy, would you like a better look?"

He responded excitedly and ever so slowly, she made for the clasp of her jeans, undoing them and teasingly opening them. Though he could only see the very top of her satin aqua panties, he began to beg. "More...please. I love it...please can I see?"

Reaching back to pet him she laughed slightly. "You do love it, don't you? I bet you'd do anything to see my beautiful, soft rear end."

He would, he said, anything and everything. Just please stop teasing him. 

She inched the material farther and farther down her legs as he watched enrapt. The thin material of her panties stretched across her full bottom with the slight dip of her crack between the expanse of her bottom.

Amused by his reactions, Cheryl took her time teasing her date. With thumbs hooked into the sides she pulled one down, showing a creamy patch of her buttcheek, then the other. His eyes darted to each side, desperate to get even a glance of her bare flesh. 

Then, with a calculated sigh, she inched her panties down her bare cheeks until they rested in the curve between her butt and thigh. 

"Is this what you want? Is this the ass you've been begging to see?"

He nodded, responding quickly. "Yes, thank you, it's so beautiful...." He seemed entranced at the sight. 

He reached to touch her but she jumped away from his reach. "No! I didn't say you could touch me. I just want you to look. Look and admire the ass you've been sneaking peeks at the entire evening."

She was right, he was and now he was embarrassed that she had known the entire time. Whenever she stood up, walked and bent over he would take a moment or two to nondescriptly (or so he thought) gaze upon her butt. It was the perfect shape; full and wide but not overly so. There was not a trace of extra weight on it, instead he was drawn to the gentle muscles that flexed with each step she took. 

She had an irresistible pad of soft womanflesh that padded her seat and drew his attention the first moment they met. A few years his senior, he noticed her the first day he began work at the law firm. She filled the recently vacated position of junior executive and was the youngest to do so, as well as the first woman. He, on the other hand, was merely an intern, having not yet finished his undergrad studies at Northeastern. Though she paid no notice to his attentions, she noticed them almost immediately. In time she returned his smiles and even struck up a conversation with the new employee. For his age he was very intelligent though a little nervous when caught off guard. He was cute though, and had the softest lips and most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen on a man.

Cheryl's fiancé had recently broken off their engagement after a weekend conference where she suspected he spent his downtime in bed with his new secretary. She was disappointed but never questioned the outcome. Better to happen now rather than after they said their vows. 

The intern seemed to possess all of his good characteristics; he was cute, smart and even had a meek nature that she'd never before seen in a man and intrigued her more than she expected. Doubtful that he would take the initiative, she invited him to dinner after he failed to do so despite her many subtle hints. He was shy, which was good. For once, that's what she wanted; a cute, pliable shy male rather than the arrogant, conceited men that seemed to fill her social circle. 

The time spent together was a welcome change. After an initial nervousness, he seemed very at ease with himself and before their appetizers arrived, she knew she would be seeing him again. 

Like most men, he failed to hide his appraisals of her, though he did his best to try. She welcomed the attention, having not been treated so graciously in quite some time. He seemed most appreciative of her ass, which she flaunted in front of him several times by bending over and adding that much more sway each time she walked in front of him. Since she had come of age it was the part of her body that men were most drawn to. In college she'd collected a small fan club that surreptitiously collected on the sidelines when she practiced for her track meets. She recognized several of the boys from classes though they never were able to return her looks and always disappeared when she approached them at the ends of meets. 

Because of this, and instances like it, she learned about men quickly and became rather selective in her dating choices. She enjoyed men with professional tendencies and learned how easily controllable they were by the most subtle of actions; a flash of a bare knee, a toss of a lock of hair or her derrière bent at the right angle at just the right moment. 

This brought her to the younger man kneeling behind her, studying every cleft and curve or her bared behind. Running her fingers through his curly black hair, she gently spoke to him. "Look at it, love it. Prove your admiration of it and you'll make me very happy."

Just the thought made him tremble with excitement. Understanding completely, he leaned forward and barely touched his lips to the highest swell of her right cheek. His lips made contact with her softest skin and he stayed pressed against her for a moment, contemplating his place. Kneeling behind this woman he met only a few weeks ago but admired since the moment he saw her, he never felt so secure as he did at the moment- pressing his lips against the curve of her ass. 

She sighed contentedly and pushed back, encouraging him further. Breaking his kiss he softly pressed his lips to her other cheek and inhaled deeply. A warm, feminine scent, filled his nostrils, laced with the deep odor of sweat and moisture filled his nostrils. 

"One more," she commanded gently. "Right between." 

He knew there was no denying it now. He had capitulated to this woman without the slightest show of resistance. There was only one more act to make it complete. Willingly, and without a thought, he kissed the warmth of her crack, admiring the soft curves of her rear and the warm softness of her skin. The tip of his tongue reached out slightly from his lips and tasted her, leaving a spot of wetness along her cleft. She tasted fresh and slightly warm. Remnants of her moisturizer left a slightly bitter taste in his mouth.

As he leaned back and looked up at her, the heavy cheeks of her ass looming over him, she unceremoniously pulled up her pants and entered her apartment. Without looking at him she casually told him to come by tomorrow evening. 

He stayed on his knees moments after she exited before coming to his senses and rising. Her neighbor, a middle aged blonde woman watched him with a smirk across her face. Barely able to meet her gaze she wished him a good night as he passed. Head down, he walked out the front door of the building and made his way home, wondering how much the woman had seen. 

It was some time before he was able to fall asleep. Having gone to bed immediately after returning home, he could not get his date out of his head. It was rare for him to feel this way about a woman, even rarer to get so close to one so soon. It seemed unreal as, lying in bed, he replayed each moment of the date over in his head. 

He kept returning to the last few minutes of the date when she turned around and bent over, inviting her gorgeous ass for his attentions. Though he did not touch it, in his fantasies he did and it was firm but soft and smooth. Hopefully he would get the chance again, and perhaps she would allow more than his lips to touch her ass. 

She zeroed in on him almost immediately. Was he that easy to read? Before the waiter even brought their menus to the table he felt in her grasp. Everything she did seemed to lure him even farther to the point he could not control. How could she do that? Did she even realize what she did to him? She probably had him pegged as an ass lover before she asked him out. It was that easy to see. 

Instinctively his hand found his cock and curled around the shaft in a ritual he had practiced thousands of times before. The shaft was sore from being swollen since early that evening without relief but he ignored it. His need was imperative right now, and overruled any discomfort he felt to sate it. 

He came sooner than expected, crying out in the empty room as he imagined her ass: the scent, the taste and the pale soft skin. Twice more he came as the image filled his mind. Drained and tired, he slept soundly and did not wake until late the next morning. 

He eagerly awaited his next chance to see her and, unable to resist, called her twice to hear her voice. There was no answer but her machine and he left a nervous and stilted message hoping to hear a confirmation of their date that night.

Though she never returned his call, he made certain to be at her door at the same time they had arranged to meet the night before. Not sure of the etiquette for a second date (it had been some time since he had had one), he brought along a modest bouquet of flowers to surprise her. 

Dressed in a tight one piece skirt that ended at mid-thigh, she opened the door before he even finished knocking. She was barefoot but he noticed her feet were encased in the thinnest of hose. 

"Where are we going?" he asked dumbly. From the kitchen he could hear her humming to herself. Though he was sure she heard, she didn't answer him or even acknowledge that he spoke. Instead she entered the living room carrying two plates, full with veal, mashed potatoes and fresh broccoli. Placing them on the coffee table between two overstuffed leather couches, she told him to sit on the floor. She sat across from him on the couch. 

"I figured we would eat in tonight," she announced. "I don't usually cook for others, but when I do it's quite a treat."

She wasn't lying. His mouth watered as he looked upon the fresh cut of veal and the fluffy potatoes. He wasn't a fan of broccoli, which she noticed by the way he looked at the veggies. When prodded, he told her he didn't like them and never ate them. 

"Well you'll eat them tonight. I would be personally insulted if you didn't." She forked a thick stalk of the greens onto her fork. "Besides, they're very good. I think you'll like them." Placing it in her mouth she chewed with an exaggerated sound of satisfaction. Not yet able to follow her lead, he scooped a helping of potatoes and brought it to his mouth. They chewed silently for a moment, enjoying the meal before she spoke.

"Did you play with yourself last night?"

He almost gagged and the cut of meat he was swallowing as she asked. 

"Because I expect you did, especially after saying goodnight. In fact, I would be shocked if you didn't." She stared at him, holding his eyes. "You did, didn't you?" He nodded and she laughed slightly. "Did you enjoy it?"

He was blushing again and she was reminded how much better he looked when he was uncomfortable. "I guess so," he answered.

"You 'guess so'? You're not sure?"

Sitting up straighter, he seemed almost insulted. "I mean yeah, of course I did. It felt good," he was almost challenging her now. "It felt great."

"You must jerk off a lot." She smiled at the statement but he only looked down, unsettled by this line of questioning. Noticing this, she changed her tactic and inquired why he was single. A bright, cute, obviously lonely boy like him shouldn't have any trouble finding a woman to spend time with. 

"Just haven't had any luck I guess," he shrugged his shoulders.

"You do date, though?" 

Nodding, he said he did. 

"What's the problem then?"

Dropping his fork, he looked up at her and for a moment she expected him to begin crying he looked so sad. "There was a girl...I was in love. Thought she would be the one. Funny, because she thought the same thing. I asked her and she said yes." He retrieved his fork and cut a piece of meat and studied it for a moment before continuing, "Even bought a ring. It was two and a half months of pay, all I could afford at the time. We were all set to get married. She chose the band, I chose the invitations and called the wedding party personally. Then...then...she got cold feet...just wanted out."

She listened quietly and placed a hand on his shoulder to let him know she was there. 

"I don't really blame her. We were young and, honestly, we didn't know what the hell we were doing. We were so caught up in the idea of being married- so caught up in each other that we never really took it all into perspective. It's a lot to take on." He was silent then and neither said a word. As if just remembering he added, "She was beautiful. I'd have been a great husband. I would have devoted my life for her."

It was difficult to go through with what she had planned after he unexpectedly relayed the story he just had. Cheryl knew he needed her and felt closer to him than she ever expected to. They shared a common bond. Though she was unable to let him in the way he had, she knew she could benefit from his attention as much as he could from hers. 

They ate quietly, she sitting above him and he sitting cross legged on the rug below. Near the end of the meal she spoke up. "Sweetie, it wasn't your fault. Women are impetuous creatures. You can never predict what they'll do from one day to the next." 

She stood and, offering her hand, helped him raise before her. Pulling him to her, she held him tenderly and allowed him to rest his head on her shoulder. She could feel his heart beating against her breast and gently rocked him as he stood. "Come with me honey, I know what will make you feel better."

Once more offering her hand, he took it and followed without question as she led him to the bedroom. It was a wide room with a large window that looked down onto the street. Light from the streetlamps illuminated the walls when she lay in bed at night. Outside he could hear the sound of an occasional car pass by. 

The only light came from two small lamps at either end of her bed. Without looking towards him, she reclined facedown on her bed. The mattress was overstuffed and covered with a thick comforter of down that looked very comfortable and warm. As she made her way onto the bed he admired her large ass, held tight beneath the snug dress. 

She pressed her cheek against the comforter, sighing happily before resting her chin on her interlocked fingers. For a moment she acted as if she forgot he was there and happily kicked her stockinged feet as if she were a schoolgirl. 

Looking over her shoulder, she observed him nervously standing behind her and called to him. "Come here, sweetie. Kiss my legs. That will make you feel better."

Slowly he approached her and knelt before the end of the bed. He placed his lips against the smooth skin covered by the thinnest of fibers. The taste was warm and course upon his lips. 

"There now," she cooed, "that's a good boy." 

On her command he kissed his way up her legs, enjoying the soft smoothness, until he came to the hem of her dress. She purred, inviting him further with a twist of her rear. 

He knelt between her spread legs and held the end of the material, waiting for her approval. With a slight laugh, she intoned, "Go ahead, sweetie, just do what comes natural."

Natural? The word struck him as being out of place. If tonight was anything, it wasn't natural. It seemed altogether too real to deny, though. He couldn't say he didn't want this, had never thought about it. He was living out what he'd always imagined and there was nothing more natural than doing what his body led him to do.

Slowly, almost ritualistically, he folded back her dress and lay it across her lower back. Her buttocks, encased in the shadow of pantyhose, flexed proudly. The sight had remained in his mind since the night before and he felt nothing but relief to see it again. Acting without thought, he leaned forward and placed the most innocent of kisses on each swell of her cheeks. Doing so brought him an indescribable sense of calm. 

"There, there," she called, "That's good." 

She relaxed as he continued his ministrations, kissing up and down the center of each full cheek. She allowed him complete access to her back end by raising her hips while he carefully freed her from the constraints of the layer of pantyhose. Playfully he dragged his tongue from one cheek to the other, dipping it momentarily into the warmth of her crack, making her squeal. 

Her scent, heady and fresh, penetrated his mind, pushing him deeper. A feeling of complete peace surrounded him and, sighing happily, his kisses became deeper and more sustained. On her suggestion, he began licking her. At first he used only the firmed tip of his outstretched tongue, leaving small dabs of moisture on her flesh. Then, as he felt more secure, he relaxed and allowed his tongue to lave her soft flesh, wetting her skin from thigh to spine. 

This delighted her and she pressed her face against the pillow, relishing the feel of his tongue on her ass. He continued and left fluttering licks up and down her crack. Her cleft grew slightly wider at the bottom near her anus and her kissed the aperture daintily. This elicited a loud sound of satisfaction from the woman, not so much a groan of pleasure, but a sound that shamed him slightly. 

Meekly he resumed his task. Now resigned to the fact that this was his place, he no longer needed her prodding or encouragements to please her. He knew just what to do and went about it with a sense of purpose. She sighed and stretched herself, purring like a cat. Her warm crack was pressed against his lips and he could feel the softness of her cheeks against his face. 

"Good boy," she whispered. "Know your place."

It wasn't as much a statement as a question. She pushed him for acceptance. He was just the right boy, had everything she wanted in a man and he just needed to believe what she already knew. Men like him have their place and it was up to her to lead him there. 

His entire body- every thought process, every nerve ending was directed towards her. At the moment there was nothing else but her. His vision was obscured by the flowing round globes of her ass and his olfactory senses filled with nothing but her odor. The thick female scent of her body seemed overpowering and he graciously surrendered to it without a motion. 

The feel of his lips sliding up and down her crack was luxurious and seemed to trigger something in him he'd never before felt. At that moment he felt defeated. He accepted himself as he was, imperfections, weaknesses and all and was comfortable beneath her. He resigned himself to the role of her personal asskisser. He was her meek, servile man that would follow her orders to the letter just to win her approval. Already debasing himself as much as any man could- by kissing the ass of the woman, he knew he had come to an impasse. 




Personal Assistant



Considering these thoughts, he paused for a moment and spread her cheeks to view her tiny anus. Her heart quickened from the feeling of being exposed in such a way. She felt open and powerful as she realized his next action. He closed his eyes and with a deep, lingering, loving motion, pressed his lips to her back passage in the most intimate way a man could ever kiss a woman. 

Her mind spun. She realized this is the position she was born to. This man, this attractive, sweet, obedient man, was hers and had proven it by his supplications. Reaching behind her, she grasped the back of his head and steadily urged it deeper into her crevice.

"Good start," she whispered. 



Personal Assistant



/////My first story. Elements of reluctance, but I always prefer porn with plot. Hope you enjoy, please help me improve my future stories by saying what you like or what you didn't like, etc. Thank you and enjoy!/////

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Three quick knocks on the door cause Blaine Edwards to pause from filling out the last of his employee paychecks. 

"Mr. Edwards, it's James, your new assistant. I've brought you your lunch." Comes a voice from the other side of the door. 

Blaine puts his pen down and tightens the knot on his tie before answering.

"Come in." he says, looking up at the entrance to the office which is positioned directly across his desk.

A young man in his late twenties sidles in, carrying a brown paper bag. He has on a set of black thick-framed rectangular glasses which only barely pull attention away from his light green eyes. His dark brown hair, coiffed carefully and precisely to the left, matches the careful attention to his ironed slim-fit white shirt, skinny black tie, and crisply-pressed figure-hugging black slacks.

"I hope I got the correct sandwich you requested, s-sir." James stammers, walking across the room and carefully depositing the paper bag on the desk table away from the various paperwork.

Blaine is silent for a moment while he sizes up his new assistant, noting the meticulous attention to detail in his clothing, and how his clothes served to accentuate a slender, tight, and toned physique. 

James swallows nervously, unsure of what to do during the silence. He studies his boss' face, making eye contact with his blue eyes before quickly averting his vision and looking down at the table instead, suddenly very interested in an intricate paperweight. Mr. Edwards is very young to be the head of his own architecture firm. Just in his early 30's, his light blonde hair and light blue eyes seem at odds with his strong jaw and broad shoulders.

"Well?" Blaine barks out.

"S-sorry?" 

"Coffee." The larger man orders, pointing at the coffee machine on top of a table next to the doorway. "Black. And shut the door, I don't like being disturbed during my lunch break."

"Yes, of course sir." The brunette blurts out, darting back and shutting the door, before turning his attention to the Nespresso machine. "Shit... how do I use this again?" He mumbles to himself, looking around the table and the machine as if there were any clues to be found.

"Pods are in the cupboard underneath." Blaine says, exasperatedly, and James mumbles and quick apology and bends forward to search for the coffee pods, an action which only pulls the material of his slacks tighter, giving Blaine an ample view of his assistant's tight, round ass. James takes forever, fumbling around in the cupboard, while his boss pictures how that bubble-butt would probably turn bright red with a few well-placed slaps and feels his erection growing in his pants. 

"I... I can't find them, sir. I... I'm sorry." the younger man admits, standing up and turning around to face the other man shamefully. 

Blaine gives him another cold silence before speaking. "Lock the door, James."

"S...Sorry?"

"You heard me." The larger man speaks sternly and steadily. "Lock. The. Door."

"Um... okay." James turns and locks the door, and the click of the lock feels deafening. He turns back to face his boss, staring across the room into Blaine's cold blue eyes.

Blaine gets up measuredly from his office chair. He slowly takes off his suit jacket, revealing large, built arms straining against the fabric of his shirt. He gently sets his jacket on the back of his chair, then walks around to the front of his desk and rests on the edge of it, leaning backwards onto his arms. "Come here, James." he says, as steadily and firmly as before.

Wordlessly, the younger man walks closer to the other man, coming to a halt within arm's reach of him. 

"Get on your knees, James."

"W... what?" James protests, bewildered.

"Get on your knees."

"Sir, I... I don't think um... I..." 

"Get on your FUCKING knees, James." The larger man commands, raising his voice. "Do not make me say it again."

Relenting, the brunette slowly sinks to his knees, staring at a spot on the carpet and avoiding his boss's hard gaze.

Still not moving from his spot, the larger man continues to speak. "Look up at me, James."

Swallowing nervously, James slowly lifts emerald gaze up to stare up at the man on the desk in front of him. From this angle, his boss' formidable hardon is evident, tenting his suit pants.

"James, I want you to look at me at all times. Do you understand?"

The younger man gives a small nod, lifting his eyes to look up at the giant of a man in front of him. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Take off your glasses." Blaine orders, and James fumbles a bit while removing his glasses, setting them on the carpet to his left, trying not to break eye contact, meeting his boss' gaze with his light green eyes.

"My belt."

The brunette only pauses slightly before reaching up both his hands to unbuckle the other man's belt. Unhooking the latch, he slides the belt out of the bands in the suit pants, placing the belt reverentially to the side, next to his discarded glasses.

"Unzip me, James."

The personal assistant slowly pulls the zipper down, exposing his boss' white Calvin Klein's. Blaine's rock hard cock, clearly outlined, had already started leaking pre-cum, and there was a wet spot on the underwear.

"Take it out, James."

Still continuing his instruction of not breaking eye contact, James' left hand hooks the band of the blonde man's underwear, while his right hand reaches inside and grips the other man's cock. He pulls it out, and for a moment glances down to look at the engorged tool, gasping at it's size and girth. Then, fearing being reprimanded, he quickly looks back up to meet his boss' gaze, awaiting further instructions.

Blaine's eyes are half-lidded shut, enjoying the sensation of his assistant's firm hold on his cock. Finally, he shifts his weight off his hands and reaches around, placing them on the back of the other man's head, lacing them through and messing up the perfectly styled brunette's hair. James' eyes widen in fear and anticipation. He involuntarily licks his lips and swallows nervously. His boss exerts a bit of pressure onto James' head, and the younger man parts his lips and brings the hard cock to them.

James only pauses momentarily before he swallows the other man's cock, deftly swallowing him to the root. This catches Blaine by surprise, and he gives a loud moan in appreciation. James holds it deep in his throat for a few seconds, before pulling off entirely, making a gagging noise as the large member creates a sudden vacancy. 

"Again." Blaine orders, and the younger man complies, once again going to the root. This time, Blaine has anticipated this and grabs tightly onto the other man's head. James' eyes widen in surprise and he reaches out both hands reflexively, placing them on his boss' hips. Unheeding, Blaine starts fucking his assistant's mouth, pushing his cock deep and withdrawing only slightly before pushing in again. He fucks like this for a while, thrusting into James' warm mouth over and over, before finally pulling out entirely, leaving the brunette gasping for air and wiping a tear which was involuntarily forming in the corner of his eye.

"Will that be all, sir?" James asks, a pleading note in his voice.

"Not even close." Blaine barks back. "Clear my desk, James."

While his personal assistant neatly and efficiently stacks the paperwork on the desk and sets it aside, Blaine removes his shoes, socks, and loosens his tie, pulling it off and placing it on the desk.

"Now, face me, and strip." The blonde orders, and the other man complies, pulling off his skinny black tie, and unbuttoning his cuffs. James starts to unbutton his shirt from top down, affording his boss a teasing glimpse at a toned, hairless, defined chest and then washboard abs - a beautiful swimmer's body. His boss strokes his engorged cock, enjoying the show his assistant is putting on. Then, James unbuckles his own belt and pulls his pants down, revealing his own shameless hard-on tenting his black underwear. He pauses again nervously, but then pulls his underwear down, letting his cock spring up to smack his own abdomen, and stands there in front of his boss completely naked and hard, looking slightly embarassed.

"James, get on the desk, facing upwards."

Remembering to not break eye contact as much as possible, the brunette sidles backwards onto the desk, until only his lower legs are dangling over the edge. Then, he lies back down, finding that the desk is only wide enough for his torso, and that his head dangles over the other edge. James lifts his arms up and encircles his own head, stretching out his gorgeous body and supporting his head, so that he doesn't break eye contact.

Only now does the larger man strip off completely. His muscular torso, matted with a fine coat of blonde hair, could belong to fitness model, or a superhero. Hours of slaving away at the gym have given him muscle-bound legs built to piston fast and hard. James is left speechless by the body standing in front of him.

Blaine walks up towards the edge of the desk, grabs hold of his assistant's legs, and in one swift and powerful motion pulls the other man towards him, so that James' ass just dangles over the edge and his legs lifted into the air. He then drops down to his haunches, attacking his assistant's hole with his tongue. The brunette gives a load moan, grabbing hold of his own legs, keeping them in the air while arching his back to give the larger man even more access. Blaine's strong tongue presses deep, probing past the sphincter and pulling back out again, his relentless assault driving all coherent thought out of the younger man's mind.

"Oh my god, oh my god." James mumbles a litany to any deity that'll notice.

Blaine stops, standing upright again, gripping his leaking cock in his hand. "I'm going to fuck you now, James."

Mutely, James can only nod.

The blonde man produces a bottle of lube and a condom packet from his briefcase, skillfully ripping the packet open and rolling it onto himself, lubricating his tool as he walks back in front of James' waiting asshole. He positions his cockhead right at the entrance, giving his assistant a look-over. The brunette holds his legs with his hands, panting in anticipation, his green eyes glazed over in lust, his face flushed with desire.

"Please... sir." James begs.

His boss inches forward, and James feels a burning sensation as his boss' thick cockhead presses through his anal ring. The older man doesn't stop, pressing onwards and going deeper, filling his assistant with an urgent and mind-numbing fullness. 

"Oh my god, sir. Sir, oh fuck sir, you're too big!" 

"Mmmm." Blaine moans in appreciation, feeling the velvety warmth of the brunette's back passage. "You feel as good as I imagined you would, James. Yeah. Take my cock."

Buried right to the hilt, the larger man pauses, savoring the tightness and the spasms of James' anal canal. His assistant's hair is askew, his green eyes wild, his mouth gaping open, the corded muscles in his arms and legs straining. Blaine quickly pulls all but his cockhead out of James, eliciting a moan from the younger man. Blaine reaches his hands up, grabbing a firm hold of his assistant's hips. Now with a firm lock on his assistant, he begins to fuck in earnest, pumping his cock inwards each time as far as it goes and each time not completely pulling all the way out. 

"Ugh!" James exclaims each time he is thrust into.

Blaine haunches flex and his defined back gleans with effort as he fucks powerfully and without mercy, using the younger man's hole for his own pleasure. The string of profanities and moans coming from his assistant's mouth only mean that he too is thoroughly thriving on the rough handling.

"Oh yes, fuck me sir. Fuck me! Oh god oh shit oh shit you're so fucking hot. Oh my god fuck my ass! Fuck!"

James lets go of his right leg, and his boss seamlessly lifts his left arm as replacement to continue keeping that leg in the air. His right hand now free, James grabs hold of his own leaking member, working it, trying to give it the release it so desperately needs. 

"Oh shit, sir! Harder, sir, harder!"

His boss starts fucking even faster, grunting and panting in exertion, the desk beneath them rocking with each forceful thrust, contents in drawers clattering in objection.

"Oh god oh god oh god." James yells, "I'm close sir, I'm so fucking close!"

"Yeah! Fuck you're so tight, Fuck I'm cumming too!"

With a loud, beastial grunt, Blaine gives one last heavy thrust, cumming hard, buried deep in his assistant's ass, rope after rope of his hot seed spilling into the condom.

"Fuck!"

Seeing his boss lose control, James soon follows, his eyes rolling upwards, his cock spurting thick cords of cum all over his abs, his chest, and even one wad onto his left collarbone.

Blaine remains embedded in James, their bodies glistening from their tryst and their panting breaths seemingly syncing. They remain like this for nearly half a minute before Blaine grips the base of his condom and withdraws out, James giving a small squeak at the sudden vacuum created. Blaine leans forward, careful to avoid the cum on James' body, and kisses him deeply, the younger man passionately kissing him back.

When they finally break apart, Blaine is the first to speak. "That was so fucking hot, hun."

The brunette chuckles, lying his head back down onto the desk. "Tell me about it. God, I would say that would rank within our top 5 sex experiences."

"Top 3." Blaine counters back, throwing a box of tissues to the other man.

"Please tell me you don't fuck your REAL personal assistant like that."

"Nah, Betsy doesn't do anal." Blaine chuckles, and the other man pretends only for a second to give a mock angry look, before also bursting into laughter.

"And, because I'm the best boyfriend ever, I did indeed get us your favorite sandwiches for lunch slash post-sex food." James says, cleaning himself up and reaching backwards for the brown paper bag, pulling out one of the sandwiches inside. "You better be almost done here, no one else in your firm is stupid enough to come in on a Sunday."

"I love you." The blonde man says, full of warmth.

"I ruv you foo." James replies back, still naked and reclining on his boyfriend's desk with a mouthful of sandwich.



Personal Assistant



DISCLAIMER: This story is fantasy and does not represent anything about the real person it is purported to be about. I own nothing whatsoever, and wish only respect for Trisha, Meg and anyone else mentioned here. 

It didn't happen, it won't happen, and it's all just made up. Sorry Trish (who will never read this) but I couldn't help myself.

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Winning the contest to be the personal assistant to Trisha Hershberger had been a huge deal for Michelle. She worshipped the Sourcefed star with the soft smile and public personality, who dealt with the same figure Michelle had with style and grace where she'd always struggled. She was an idol to the younger girl, and now she could show her appreciation.

And then, the convention had arrived, and Michelle had gone to meet her idol, only to find the plane was delayed, and after an additional four hour wait, Trisha was finally able to depart. Michelle was waiting at the gate, sign in hand, but her stomach was turning over. What if Trisha wasn't like who she played on the internet. Even if she had her own channel where she didn't advertise anything, it was the internet, right? It could be a big joke, it could be a nightmare, it could be-

'Oh, hey! You're the assistant!' A bright voice came out from the departure doors, and a tiny girl in a big coat came through. Sure enough, Michelle recognized her idol under the hood.

'Welcome to X! Sorry it's so cold!' Michelle apologized, remembering that she normally lived in California.

'Nah, it's not so big a deal, I'm from Pennsylvania originally, and it gets plenty cold out there.'

She dragged one of her enormous suitcases out, and Michelle went to grab the cart. Once they'd placed everything on it, Trisha finally turned to look at her new assistant.

'Oh, hey! You're as small as I am!' She wrapped Michelle in a big hug, 'I hear you won the contest, and I wanted to say thanks for doing this. I know it's kinda weird to do a paid job for free, so I'll try not to be a huge hassle, ok?'

Michelle was stunned, but responded to the hug.

'I'm happy to help, you're... you're my hero.' She said.

'Awesome!' The model laughed, 'I think we're gonna have a ton of fun.'

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The con itself was a frenetic nightmare, especially right after getting off the plane, but Michelle found herself startled at how well she was handling it. She and Trisha seemed like they could almost read each other's minds, and at the end of the day, though they were both exhausted, Trisha confessed that she'd had much, much worse. For the first time in a long time, she said, she felt like she could handle the full three day con. They went up to Trisha's hotel room to destress for a bit, and Trish went to go take a shower when Michelle's phone rang.

'Uh, hi, this is... Michelle? Right?' The voice was only vaguely familiar.

'Yeah, um, hi, who is this?' The tiny brunette responded

'I ran the Personal Assistant contest, right? You won; you're with what's her name, the internet girl, right?'

'Uh... yeah, Trisha Hershberger. Are you gonna tell me how to get the hotel key?'

'Sure. So, uh, I've got some bad news. We don't have any money to pay for a hotel room. Like, I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do for you.'

'Wait, what, I can't get a hotel room? Where am I supposed to stay, I don't live in-'

-Click-

'You jackass!' Michelle yelled at the phone, which only displayed a private number, only to see Trish came out of the bathroom wrapped in just a towel.

'If they didn't give you any accommodation, I'm perfectly happy to let you stay here, you know. It's a big room and a huge bed for two petite ladies like us' Trish flashed her bright smile at her worn out assistant. It was true; too, between the two of them, neither was more than 5 feet tall.

Michelle blushed just a little. Even after the whole day with her, Trisha's gratitude meant a lot to her.

'They said it'd include a room, but he just backed out and now I've got nothing. I could maybe stay with friends in the city; I don't want to be a trouble for y-'

'Nope, no trouble,' Trisha interrupted, 'you stay here. I haven't had a slumber party in years. It'll be fun!'

'Thanks,' Michelle blushed a little further, eyes darting to the bathroom.

Trisha wrung out her hair, seeing the motion.

'Of course you can use my bathroom, silly. Go have a shower. Mi casa es su casa.'

'Thank you!' Michelle was off the chair and into the bathroom before Trisha had even finished talking.

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After a long hot shower, Michelle took the opportunity to wrap herself up in one of the lavish towels just as Trisha had; having a brief moment of recognition at just how similar the two looked. Trisha had the longer, straight hair and was just a little taller and thinner, but Michelle's shoulders and rounded bottom didn't make her feel inferior. The bust of the two, Michelle reasoned, made the hanging towel an awkward a sight were anyone to see them, but since it looked the same on both of them, Michelle was sure Trisha wouldn't mind.

That was until she walked out of the bathroom to see Trisha lying on the bed, towel undone and completely nude, one hand between her legs. The sourcefed star had her eyes closed and was making small moans as she worked at herself, and Michelle was stunned, staring as her idol masturbated in front of her. Michelle took a deep breath, unable to move, her eyes almost desperately raked over Trisha's body as she arched her back slightly, thrusting her impressive breasts to the ceiling. After a few tortured moments, Michelle quietly went back into the bathroom.

She took a deep breath, considering what she'd seen, subconsciously wondering why she'd stayed so long, and why her own body felt so hot. Michelle was well aware she didn't have an interest in women, but still, the raw sexuality of her idol on display... She squeezed her legs together, hoping the feeling would pass. After a few ragged breaths, she stood up, announced 'I'm done!' loudly, and exiting the bathroom again.

This time, Trish was wrapped up in the towel again, though looking like she'd just thrown it back on and just a bit flush. She held the hand that she'd been pleasuring herself with to it closely, as if to hide the evidence, but Michelle made efforts not to look.

'Long shower!' Trisha announced, sounding not at all awkward about what she was doing, 'I started to get bored without you, so I was thinking of what to do tonight.'

Michelle started. There was no hint of innuendo in what Trisha had said, but still, maybe she me-

'I checked the movie channel, and that new nerdy superhero film is out. I keep meaning to watch, wanna join me?'

Michelle relaxed; of course that was what she meant. She mentioned the movie on her own channel and was waiting to do a review. Michelle had also wanted to see it of course, so she sat down against the pillows as Trisha set the movie going, and the rest of the evening passed without incident. It was just Michelle and her idol, watching nerdy movies and making snarky commentary, everything Michelle could have ever wanted.

This was the best contest ever. Even when Trish was trying to decide what to watch next, Michelle fell asleep in the big bed, her only thoughts were of how this was the best day ever.

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It was 230 when Michelle woke up, feeling the bed move slightly. She was about to put it off to nothing and fall back asleep when she felt it again, just a light, repetitive motion, and then a soft moan. She let her eyes adapt to the darkness and was startled to see Trisha had pushed back the bedcovers and the smooth curve of her hips was visible against the dim light of the city outside the window. What was really startling was that her shoulder was moving quickly in a rhythmic way that left little question as to where her hand was placed. Another soft moan confirmed what remaining suspicions there were, though this one was almost frustrated.

Michelle just watched, entranced by the way Trisha's skin played in the light, the curves of her body so eloquently cut in the darkness. A familiar heat began inside her, but she resisted it. She was not into women, no matter how beautiful they were, or how they smelled in the darkness, a perfect mix of femininity and need, or how the- Michelle shook her head. That was not a normal thought for her, but she was self-aware enough to admit that whatever her sexuality, she was getting remarkably aroused just watching Trisha pleasure herself. One of Michelle's hands started to move slightly down her body before Trisha made a disgruntled noise and stopped moving.

Silence. For a long moment, Michelle just watched her again, before Trisha gave a long, irritable sigh and started to pull the covers over herself again.

Another long silence.

Michelle spoke, 'what's wrong, Trish?'

Trish jumped slightly at this, and Michelle found herself doing the same. She hadn't intended to say anything, to get involved at all, but then... that heat inside.

Trish turned to stare at the ceiling, catching Michelle in her peripheral vision.

'You, uh, saw that there, huh?' she asked. Michelle couldn't see the blush, but the tone betrayed it.

'Y-yeah, I did.' Michelle confessed.

Trish gave another long sigh and then shut her eyes, raising one hand to her face in embarrassment.

'You caught me earlier too, didn't you?' her voice was muffled by her hands.

'...yeah, I did.' There was no point in lying now. It wasn't like Michelle felt embarrassed about it. Not nearly as much as she thought she would, anyway.

'Oh my god, this is so embarrassing.' Trish curled up in a little ball, laughing slightly, 'I just... you can't tell anyone about this, ok? Ok?' she looked at Michelle.

'Of course not.' Michelle agreed.

Trish took another deep breath.

'I get so turned on at these conventions. I don't even know why it's so bad, but it is. All those fans, and I know so many of them fantasize about me, so many naughty plans, so many naughty thoughts that they'd do to me if they had a chance. I'm always half tempted to invite someone along, but I never would, I'm way too bashful for that, but you know, looking like I do, I know they're thinking it and it fucking gets. Me. off.' She intoned the last few syllables hard, and then turned back to Michelle again, looking pointedly down at Michelle's bust, hidden by the blanket and Michelle felt a shiver she prayed Trisha didn't see.

'You must know how I feel, with those, all the guys - and girls, too - that stare at you, wishing they could get you alone so they could...' she trailed off and made a hungry little noise, then chuckled, but Michelle shook her head.

'That's... not really something I think about, I mean, I don't know.'

'Really?' Trish sounded incredulous in the dark, 'It's like half of why I model. The thought of being half naked in a million calendars so people will come meet me just makes me all warm inside, and you look like that' - she pointed at Michelle's hourglass curve, still obvious beneath the down comforter - ' and tell me you don't think about the effect it has?'

'That doesn't really sound like a problem, though' Michelle redirected the question, uncomfortable about how much she was thinking about Trisha's statements now.

Trish rolled onto her back again, and laughed a self-mocking kind of laugh.

'Ok, well the problem is... I get so worked up, but it takes me forever to get off sometimes, some people can do it to themselves so fast, but for me, it takes all night sometimes, and I have so much to do tomorrow. I want it so BAD, but I left all my toys back at home, and I'm wayyy too much of a good girl to bring someone up here for one night.'

She stopped talking and turned over, covering her face again.

'Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed, you've been so helpful, and here I am whining about how I can't get off. Too much info, maybe?' She laughed again, 'Anyway, thanks for listening Michelle, you've been such a great assistant. We'll get some sleep, and I promise this won't make any difference tomorrow, ok?'

She pulled the covers up and turned back to the window, and all was silent for a second. Michelle listened to Trisha's story, but only heard the first part. The heat inside her was building now, and sleep was far from her mind. Her heart began to beat.

Trisha's breathing was still slightly hoarse as Michelle pulled herself closer to her idol, and Michelle was surprised that Trisha couldn't hear her heartbeat thunder as she put her hand on Trisha's hip, feeling the goosebumps form on the smooth skin, and put her lips close to Trisha's ear.

'Maybe you need a little... personal assistance?' She purred, the seductiveness surprising even Michelle, but Trisha let out a soft noise and melted into her assistant as Michelle pulled her arms around her idol's waist.

Michelle had never been with a woman before, but somehow Trisha's body felt as familiar as it was enticing to her. Every experience felt new, but so natural, like this was something she'd been made for. One of Michelle's soft hands moved up Trisha's flat stomach, teasing up to the valley between her breasts, and Trisha drew a breath in as hungry fingers explored up the swell of her generous tits to a rapidly hardening nipple. Michelle pulled at it lightly, feeling the size and shape of Trisha's breasts in an exploratory way, pulling her own magnificent breasts into Trisha's back with the other arm. She was struck at how much her idol's body felt like her own, the curves and smoothness, and the things that felt good seemed to be the same.

She kissed Trisha's neck softly, to see how it felt and was surprised to find a light, spicy taste, and then whispered again.

'I... I've never been with a girl, Trish.'

'Well, you're doing real fine so far,' came the dreamy response, emphasized with a purr as Michelle's hand, almost of its own accord, stroked her beltline, down to the juncture of her legs, avoiding the heat that Trisha almost desperately thrust at her.

'I just want to do you good' Michelle panted, her own breath now ragged despite herself, and Trisha groaned.

'Oh my god that's hot!' Trisha's body shuddered briefly, 'Keep talking like that, and you might not need to even touch me.'

Michelle's hand paused.

'I didn't say stop, you naughty little thing.' Trisha laughed, which devolved into a throaty moan as Michelle resumed lightly stroking around her body, one hand sliding past her nipples while the other slid up her thighs.

'Is that good?' Michelle asked, her interest genuine, but her comment seemed to take Trisha as more dirty talk.

'So good,' Trisha responded, 'just... do what you do to yourself, but on me,'

'That's what I'm doing.'

'Good... gooooooood.' Trisha drew out the last syllable as Michelle licked up the back of her neck, enjoying the spicy taste of her idol's sweat, 'I don't think you do THAT to yourself.' She noted, 'but I might try it on you.'

Michelle felt her heart skip and thunder again, and the heat between her legs began to burn, but with both hands occupied on Trisha, she instead took the opportunity to push one tiny finger down Trisha's slit, and was startled to hear the older girl gasp loudly.

'Can I tell you a secret?' Trisha breathed, as Michelle's fingers continued to play.

'Yeah?' Michelle's hips pressed against Trisha's bottom, feeling the heat between them as she massaged one breast.

'I've always wanted to be a girl's first time. This is sooo turning me on.' Her diction continued to slip into lust drunken slurs.

'I'm... I'm not really into girls,' Michelle admitted, 'I just... you're so beautiful, and I didn't... I...'

'Shhhhhhh,' Trisha quieted her, 'It's fine, we can stop if you're uncomfortable, but if you want to do this, I want to do it too. This is kinda my fantasy after all.'

Michelle took a long breath, feeling Trisha's heaving breaths and watching her sweating body in the dim light.

'I want to do y- this.' Michelle corrected quickly, and Trisha groaned, another shudder going through her. Michelle took the opportunity to press herself close, hands clutching and mouth barely touching her idol's neck.

'Tell me what you want me to do.' Trisha's body convulsed, and she cried out, not so loud, but not quiet.

'Oh yes, that's so good. So good.' She moaned as she stopped moving. Michelle pulled her hands back slightly.

'No, you keep going.' she snapped, 'I'm telling you what to do, right?'

'Mhmmm' Michelle breathed into Trisha's ear, and the severity of her tone dropped.

'Good, then you are not to stop until I say so. Just... touch me.'

And Michelle did not stop, her hands caressing every inch of her idol, softly, then not so softly, just as she sometimes did to herself in the quiet of her own bed, and was rewarded with the sounds of pleasure Trisha made, ever increasing. Michelle's lips touched softly at Trisha's neck and shoulder, and slowly, seeing the effect it had on her trembling consort, she began to explore further, licking up to Trisha's ear and then down between her shoulder blades, finding what her new lover enjoyed. Licks turned into soft kisses and when she planted a kiss at the top of Trisha's neck, she made another brief convulsion, screaming just briefly into the pillow beside her.

'Oh yes, so good, you are so good.' she repeated briefly, choking the words out. 'You. I... I need you; I need you to touch me down there.'

Michelle had teased at Trisha's sex, largely out of instinct, but although the effect on her new paramour was astounding, she didn't know if she could handle that way of pleasuring the other girl. She whispered in Trisha's ear, with urgency.

'I don't know if I can do that...'

The sound of irritation that came out of Trisha's mouth was almost feral, and she turned to Michelle.

'I'm telling you you can do it. I'm telling you to do it. I need you. Now.'

Michelle looked into Trish's eyes, seeing the girl she worshipped full of need and want, and she was able to help, how could she not. Trish stared back, and repeated slowly.

'I need it, Michelle, your fingers.'

Her mouth was parted slightly, breath uneven. Michelle's instinct jumped again and she pressed her lips against Trish's in a wanton kiss, her hands sliding down the older girl's hips to her vulva, teasing the lips slightly before sliding into the heat.

Trish's resistance gave out entirely. The kiss deepened quickly as Trish's tongue tested Michelle's mouth and found willing acceptance. The angry need was softened by the soft yet persistent penetration of Michelle's fingers between Trish's legs and soon Trish began to buck against it. Michelle reluctantly allowed her lover's kiss to end, and resumed her position behind Trish, fingers never stopping their careful pressure on her sex. Just like she did to herself, Michelle found Trish's clitoris and began to stroke it just the way she liked it and was gratified to find that Trish's body began to contort just as her own did. Michelle kept up the pressure, lightly pressing back and forth, one finger just slightly dipping inside her paramour, and the other hand just holding her to Michelle's own now-sensitive breasts.

Trisha's cries began to deepen, a soft repetitive noise became a demanding gasp, and Michelle continued as Trish began to breathe heavily, her beautiful chest expanding in and out. Her body began to stiffen, but still, the final climax would not come.

'Arrrrgh!' Trish yelled, 'I need this, so bad, I need you, Michelle, I neeeed thissssss.' She hissed

She let her own hands, previously steadily gripping the bedcover, attend to her own body, pulling at one nipple with abandon.

'Michelle?' She called, her hips bucking

'Yes?'

'Kiss me, now.' This was no request, it was a demand, and Michelle found herself all too happy to agree, pulling her lover's lips to hers and letting her fingers deliver her lover.




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Trisha's body shuddered, her legs quivering as she came thunderously, though no noise came through Michelle's lips as the two girls held their passionate embrace.

Finally, Trisha relaxed, her hips falling back to the bed, and Michelle withdrew her fingers, sliding up to Trisha's shoulders, holding her as they continued to kiss, tongues dancing, bodies pressed together with barely fulfilled need.

The kiss went on for some time, Trish holding Michelle to her fiercely before she finally broke it and lay her head back on the pillow with a loud breath.

'You're sure not into girls? That was incredible. I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my life, or come so hard.'

Michelle shrugged, 'I'm a good personal assistant?'

They laughed. 'The best.' Trish agreed.

'Think you can get some sleep now?' Michelle asked.

'Well, I'm certainly relaxed now, that's for sure,' the older girl agreed, and Michelle pulled the covers up, closing her eyes.

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PART 2

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There was a brief silence. Michelle was exhausted by what she'd done, yet strangely fulfilled. She pointedly ignored the heat between her own legs, however.

A few minutes passed, and finally, Trish's breathing returned to normal. Michelle prepared to go to sleep, but then...

'Can I tell you another secret, Michelle?' Trish asked suddenly, her voice strangely hoarse.

'After that? I think you can.' She laughed, but Trish didn't.

'I fantasized about all those guys and what they'd do to me if they could,' her voice was strangely intent, 'and I fantasized about how much I'd love that, but you know what else?'

Michelle's heart started again, pounding against her chest.

'Wh-what' she barely whispered.

'I always kinda wanted to do it to another girl, too. To do what I wanted to her.'

Michelle's heart jumped again, she swallowed, hard.

'To touch her, tease her.'

Trisha's eyes locked on Michelle's.

'Make her touch me. Make her try a girl for the first time, maybe.'

She licked her lips

'To make her mine.'

She closed the space between her own body and Michelle's, now face to face, and put one arm on her assistant's shoulder.

'To make her cum.'

Trisha's arm slid down to the towel around Michelle, barely held in place.

'You did a good job, Michelle; you were a very good girl.' Her voice took on a playful, naughty tone, 'and I think you should be rewarded for that.'

She pulled one edge of the towel slowly, and Michelle didn't resist at all as it fell away, exposing her fully.

'I want to do all those things to you, Michelle, let me make you mine.'

Michelle's voice abandoned her. She tried to speak, but no words came out. She nodded.

'Good girl.'

Trisha pulled Michelle close now, pulling her hips close to her lover's, and then their chests. Michelle's already sensitive body responding instantly to make her nipples hard.

'Ooh, excitable, are we?' Trish noted, running one hand down Michelle's side as the younger girl, starstruck, let her idol do as she pleased. Michelle barely managed to swallow, feeling so stunned that this was happening, and then again stunned at how much she wanted it, she felt a hand on her back and Trish pulled her close, landing her soft lips back on Michelle's.

Their previous kisses had been those of unbridled passion, hot and explosive, but this kiss was more gentle, more loving. Michelle finally had the chance to reflect on that sweet, spicy flavour in Trisha's sweat, and noted that it seemed to follow to her lips, concluding only that this was the flavour of Trish herself. The only further thought she was capable of was that she might just be addicted to it.

Trisha's tongue again tested Michelle, and again the younger girl acquiesced, allowing them to play as Trish's body played against her own. Trish's hands were not teasing yet so much as investigating, stroking down the curve of her hips, up her back and then down, finding the perfect curve of her ass and down her legs then back up. Finally they tested her stomach and up to her chest, finding both of their breasts and down, always tantalizingly close to Michelle's sex before moving on again.

Trisha's kiss became more aggressive, holding Michelle tightly so her mind could only focus on sensation, and then pushing her assistant onto her back before straddling her and pulling away. She threw the covers away from their bodies and then looked down at Michelle's nude body.

The younger girl tried to put her hands over her breasts, but Trisha just tutted, smiling gently as she pulled them away. Michelle was surprised to find her idol was startlingly strong.

'Uh-uh, I said I was going to do what I wanted, and what did you say?'

Trisha sat atop her, holding her wrists lightly, and waited, but Michelle's panic subsided as Trisha spoke. Despite the words, the tone was clear; she was playing, and Michelle could stop this whenever she wanted, all she had to do was say so. Oddly, that made it perfectly clear what she wanted to say.

'I said I'd be yours, and you could do whatever you wanted.'

'Yes. Mine.' Trish purred, and put her lips to Michelle's again in a brief kiss, before pulling away and then kissing at her neck, still holding the younger girl's wrists.

'And mine to play with,' She said, pulling her tongue down Michelle's collarbone and in the valley of her cleavage, before pulling under one large breast, swirling to the nipple. She sucked on it for a second and Michelle's mind blanked.

Trisha let Michelle's wrists go as the resistance drained from her lover, and she let one hand drift to the other breast, kneading it gently and toying with the nipple with a thumb.

'You know,' she said, tweaking it lightly and hearing Michelle squeak, 'I think I finally get why it's so fun to play with these.'

She bent down and bit one nipple lightly, and Michelle moaned, back arching to follow as Trish pulled away.

'Nice big breasts,' Trish noted, almost clinically, 'but so...' she grabbed her own, pulling away till she held only the nipple and groaned, '... sensitive.' She repeated the process on Michelle with similar effect, her assistant's face contorting in pleasure.

'Now, the real question,' she said, maintaining the same clinical tone as she stroked a finger down Michelle's neck, around one breast and then up to her soft lips, watching Michelle try to find it with her tongue, 'Is what should I do with you?'

'What... do you mean?' Michelle managed out between hoarse breaths.

'I mean that I have a number of options,' she pulled herself off of Michelle, but before the younger girl could move, Trisha's tongue was back on her, licking her breasts and then down her stomach before coming back up, 'You did a very good job, didn't you?'

She planted a kiss on Michelle's lips, her hand stroking down Michelle's flat stomach, ever so slowly.

'You used your fingers on me for the first time, and it was...' She paused, leaning into her lover's ear, dropping the playful tone 'It was amazing, I'm not even playing, that was amazing, Michelle, I haven't come like that in years.'

She licked Michelle's jaw before pulling back and resuming the playfulness 'and I could do the same to you, I think I could do a very good job.' Her fingers approached Michelle's sex as she spoke, sliding over the lips of her vulva and then back up, with Michelle's hips following until she couldn't lift anymore. The assistant made an insistent noise.

'Or I could do something a little more... intimate' She enunciated the word by licking her lips and then stroking Michelle's sex with a soft finger. The assistant looked up at Trisha, who winked and stuck out her tongue, and Michelle felt the brief panic again, before Trisha's hands moved at her lower lips and the need came over her. The teasing was good, so good, but Michelle needed more.

Trish waited, hands working slowly, and Michelle's hips began to buck against Trisha's fingers slowly, working into a frenzy before the older girl pulled away.

Trisha lay down beside Michelle, and let on hand stroll up and down Michelle's torso, soft stomach and breasts, whispering in the assistant's ear.

'I'm not going to do anything you don't want, you just have to tell me what's ok.' she said, emphasizing it by squeezing Michelle's breast, which elicited a soft mewl. Michelle felt the lust inside, and Trisha's words again settled her nerves. The level of trust and respect she was showing just made Michelle even more willing. She turned to her idol, and spoke clearly.

'I'm yours, do whatever you want to me.'

Trisha's responding grin was almost predatory.

'Yessss, Mine.' She said, pulling herself back on top of Michelle with a kiss, but then pulling herself down her assistant's body, kissing and licking all the way. She stopped briefly at Michelle's belly button and gave it a soft kiss, then smirked up at her paramour.

'You're letting me live out a bunch of my fantasies tonight.'

She licked Michelle's hipbone, the sensitive touch making the younger girl squirm.

'Ever since Meg first seduced me-'

Michelle looked own incredulously, but Trish grinned and licked down one thigh, and then spoke again.

'Yup, it was Meg Turney's first week at sourcefed, and she knew what she wanted, and she went and got it. She told me that she fantasized about dragging me into the broom closet and making me scream.'

She licked down Michelle's other thigh, all the way to the bottom, just tasting Michelle's labia, cleanly shaven and smooth, before pulling back and continuing her story.

'She had to wait until everyone else had left, but when she saw me glance at that closet, she just grabbed me by the hair and pulled me in.'

Trisha pulled a pillow from the front of the bed and lifted Michelle's ass up, copping a comfortable feel as she did it.

'She made me come 9 times that night.' She looked up to Michelle, 'It took her almost 8 hours, so you know, you just made me come way harder in like half an hour.'

Michelle felt an unexpected blush of pride, and an odd hunger to do so again, but her mind blanked as Trish kept talking, lips idly teasing at Michelle's most sensitive areas.

'Ever since, I've known I had a thing for girls. Not all girls, mind you, but some.'

She kissed Michelle's sex, and breathed hotly on it, then paused.

'Wanna know a secret?'

She waited, letting her breath tease, as Michelle agonized.

'Well, do you?'

'Y-yes?' Michelle managed out.

'I was fantasizing about you in the shower when you came out the first time. Fantasizing about doing this to you, how you'd look when I ate you out.'

Michelle felt a flood of arousal flow through her as Trish confessed, but it was all overwhelmed by the feeling of her idol's hot tongue invading her sex. Michelle let out an immediate moan.

'This is just how I hoped you'd taste.' She admitted, pulling away for just a second before teasing her tongue down one lip and then inside again.

'I even hoped you were shaven, not that I'd mind.' She searched for the clitoris and found it by the rush of breath from Michelle, then pulled away.

'It was what I was hoping we'd do tonight, I was gonna fuck you.' Trisha herself moaned at that, her dirty talk evidently for her own benefit, even as Michelle continued to find herself stunningly aroused by the confessions.

'But this is even better than I was hoping. Now I get fulfill a bunch of fantasies all at once.' She sought the clit again, teasing it with her tongue steadily for a moment, and letting the pressure build in Michelle, with repeated gasps to establish her approach, but then pulled away, maddeningly.

'Pleaaaaase' Michelle gasped.

'Please what?' Trisha teased, licking just once, enough to get Michelle's hips pushed towards her face.

'I need it, Trisha.' Michelle whined.

'Need what? I want to hear you say it.' Trisha licked again, and Michelle made an insistent grunt again.

'Make me cum! Please!' Michelle demanded, and Trisha complied, teasing her with her wicked tongue again until pulling away.

'Why!?' Michelle yelled, her hands pulled against the bedspread.

'I'm doing what I want, remember?' Trisha teased, and Michelle groaned.

'Nooooooo. I need this, pleeeeease'

'Well, maybe, after all, what I wanted was to make you cum, so... cum for me.' And with that, Trisha began to play Michelle's body like an instrument. Her tongue teased unmercifully at Michelle's sex, while her hands sought out Michelle's breasts, pushing her to that inevitable climax that she finally reached with a shudder, her body tensing until she was spent, and she fell limp onto the bed.

Trisha brought the pillow out from underneath her, and crawled back up to face Michelle, just watching her with a strange amount of adoration in her eyes. Michelle leant over slightly and kissed her softly, not caring about the taste of her own arousal on her new lover's lips.

'Wow.' Michelle said.

'Wow is right.' Trisha agreed, 'you don't feel bad about any of that, right? Like, I know this was fast, but you're cool? I wanted to make sure before I did anything.'

Michelle smiled and pulled her idol - her friend - tight, 'No, that was great. I... I didn't know it was gonna happen, but I'm so glad it did. I've... never quite felt like that before.'

'Still not into girls?' Trish asked, grinning.

'Not most girls, but there might be some.' Michelle agreed. They both laughed.

There was a silence. In the darkness, the two held each other for a moment in the serenity that follows good intimacy.

'This is really cold, you know.' Trish said, 'can we get the blanket back?'

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Ending

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Bundled back up in bed, the two naked women began to drift off to sleep.

'Still think this won't affect anything tomorrow?' Michelle asked.

'Tomorrow at the con? No way.' Trish offered, 'You're still the best personal assistant I've ever had, but...'

'But what?' Michelle sounded a little frantic at that, and Trisha felt her body tense.

'Tomorrow night, it might affect something. You've got the long weekend right?'

'I think I can fit it into my schedule.'

'Then I think we'll be just fine.'

'Good. Goodnight, Trisha.' Michelle snuggled closer to her friend.

'Goodnight, Michelle.' the older girl responded.

There was a brief pause, and they began to drift off to sleep. Michelle took a look at the clock as her eyes closed, but suddenly realized.

'You know we have to be up in about 45 minutes for the first panel prep, right?'

'Fuck.'

END



Personal Assistant Ch. 02



Curled under his sheets, his hand instinctively reached for his shaft as he thought about that night's date. Just an hour before his face was planted deeply between the soft cheeks of Cheryl's ass licking away eagerly. He was shocked to discover how much happiness he had gotten from this one slight act. Just the touch of his lips to her soft crack brought him a rush of warmth he had never before felt. This act that a week ago he would have thought of as vile and humiliating now dominated his thoughts. Funny thing was, he didn't mind it at all. In fact, he couldn't wait until he saw her again and hopefully she allowed his head in her ass once more. Surely they would see each other,they both enjoyed the evening though she had said nothing about another date. As if on cue, the phone rang. 

Breathing heavily, he picked it up to hear her voice, "Heath, I don't want you to masturbate." 

How did she know? "I wasn't, I- I mean I won't," he lied, cursing himself for doing so.

She almost laughed on the other end. "Good. Just make sure you don't. I want you to be fresh for our date on Friday."

This time she did laugh when he was unable to hide his excitement by responding quickly, "Great! I was hoping to see you again."

"Oh you will. I wouldn't give up someone like you. You know how to make me happy and that's important."

Her voice was soft now and Heath found himself growing close to her as he remembered what they shared together. 

"Remember," she continued, "hands off until Friday!" she laughed and before he could say goodbye he heard a dial tone.

After that sleep didn't come easily. Compounded by the sound of her voice playing over and over in his mind, keeping his hands off himself was more difficult than he'd expected. However, he stayed true to his word and by the time the weekend came it felt as if he'd not come for months. He maintained a state of almost constant arousal and usually managed to hide his obvious erection in the office. 

They rarely spoke in that time. In fact, he hardly saw her at all while they were working. She was consumed with her job and he only saw the passing glimpse of her dressed in her power suit, heels and hose when they passed in the halls. Twice he tried to say something but was too shy and could not. Afraid to call attention to their new relationship he didn't push it any further.

She, of course, knew what he was doing. She saw him and knew he watched her whenever he could. His attempts to distract her with a series of childish pssts and whispers were laughable. She next expected him to toss notes on her desk when no one was looking. Let him sweat it out. Let it all build inside him. It's good for the constitution. 

Friday night came and he was ready long before he was supposed to meet her. Freshly showered, dressed and prepared, he paced his apartment counting off the minutes. Stopping in front of the full length mirror by the door, he examined himself. Wearing the freshly pressed white button down and black pants just as she requested, he thought he looked like a waiter but knew better than to question her requests. She was out of his league and, though he knew better, he had grown more attached to her than he would have liked. Right now she could suggest a tattoo on his forehead and he'd camp outside the tattoo parlor to be the first one in.

Understandably he was a bit disappointed when he rang her doorbell and was greeted by the sight of her in only a slip talking on the phone as she silently ushered him in. He waited patiently in the corner of the room as she finished her conversation. With the phone nestled in her shoulder she walked to the bathroom and began brushing her hair. The door was left half open so he had a good view of all she did, though she seemed unaware.

Still ensconced in the conversation he watched as she sat on the edge of the tub and began to rub moisturizer up and down her bare thighs. The bathroom door was ajar, allowing him to watch her ever movement. When she bent to examine her lips in the mirror, he saw the bottom heft of her asscheeks. It was then he knew she had forgotten about him and left the door open, unaware of his presence. She made no attempt to get off the phone or even shorten the conversation. Instead she enjoyed herself, talked animatedly and laughing several times. Finally, after a spirited discussion, she walked into the living room. Heath couldn't stop staring at her bare legs, soft and smooth from the shower. The thin material of the slip flowed around her hips as she came to him. 

"Am I early?"

Fists against her hips she looked him over, letting him see her gaze roam over his body. "Not at all, I'm just taking my time." Her planned delay in the bathroom worsened his condition, she saw. His erection strained against his black pants. "Is that ok with you?"

"Oh…uh…of course," he smiled, attempting to laugh off his nervousness. 

Turning from him she commented, "I see you wore what I told you. Good boy." That's it, she thought, not only get him to follow your orders but make him admit to it. 

He jumped at this. "Yeah, I hope you like it" and playfully posed as if he was at a photo shoot. Staring at her ass beneath the silk, he could see she wore nothing underneath. It mesmerized him. Never has he had such a reaction to a woman just because of her ass. He knew he would follow it eagerly wherever it went. 

Walking to the bedroom, he followed her as she knew he would. As she sat down at the foot of her bed, she held her arms out behind her, stretching like a cat. He saw the slightest view of light brown hair at the apex of thighs but looked away for fear of being caught. He made to sit across from her.

"Don't." She commanded. He jumped to stand in front of her. "Just let me look at you. Don't move."

His arms hung at his sides. He remained motionless, feeling awkward. 

"Nice. Now turn."

Again he followed directions, facing the opposite wall, giving her a view of his backside. 

"Remove your shirt."

Without a word of protest he did so. It fell to the floor and she studied the interlocking muscles of his back while he remained turned away, eyes towards the ground. 

"Your pants. Take them down."

There was a moment of hesitation with this command and she heard him attempt to speak then quieted, thinking better of it. His hands remained at his belt buckle, pondering his next action. It was inevitable that he would obey and soon his pants fell to the ground. He stepped from them clad only in black cotton boxer briefs. They looked good on him, snug in all the right places to show his best features. 

"Turn," she said. Barely a whisper. 

He did so, looking down, still unable to meet her gaze. 

"Are you nervous?"

He nodded. 

"Why?"

He answered with a shrug of his shoulders. 

"Heath look at me."

Slowly he raised his face to look. 

"Pull them down."

He seemed to whiten slightly at this command but said nothing. As she watched he did as told, putting his fingers in the elastic waistband and slowly drawing them past his hips. He managed to shield his front while he did so, awkwardly covering himself. 


She told him to move his hands. When he didn't she repeated the command louder. Meekly his hands moved to his sides, trembling slightly. 

It was the first time she had the chance to view him and she took her time. He was long, but not more than she was used to. He was thicker than expected though, and she imagined coiling her hand around his shaft while he moaned in compliance. He looked mortally embarrassed to be so exposed in front of her. Staying still was difficult and he had to clasp his hands behind his back, forcing his member to jut out obscenely. 

"Come to me." She barely spoke and he shuffled forward. Still unable to look her in the eyes, he watched his feet lead him to her. When he stood in front of her she reached forward and began stroking beneath his balls ever so slightly. He inhaled quickly and stood rigid. She looked up at him, allowing her breath to be heard. When she held her hand around the thick head of his cock she sighed warmly. 

Unconsciously he began to leak. Feeling moisture on her hand she looked down, finding the small spot of pre come in her hand. 

"Excited, aren't you?" He nodded quickly. "You didn't let yourself come since our date, did you?"

He shook his head. "Of course not."

"Good boy," she smiled, her hand entwining around his length. She squeezed gently and slid her hand over the knob centered in her fist. As she looked him in the eye, she licked the palm of her other hand and coated his cockhead with her saliva. His knees wobbled and she saw his balls begin to shake. "I know you need it and you really want to come but I don't want you to," she warned him. "If you feel like you can't help yourself I want you to tell me. I'll not have a boy that can't control himself." She placed the flat of her hand against the very tip of his length in a stop motion, eliciting a high pitched gasp from him. "Understand?"

Nodding quickly he gave his assent.

"Very good." She reached between his legs and began rubbing him softly behind his balls while her hand continued to grip his cockhead. With each movement he quaked that much more. Tiny sounds of desperation came from him without restraint, some small breaths of need, others moans of pleading or squeals of reluctant submission. 

Holding his balls securely in her palm, she used the index finger of her other hands to slowly trace the ridge of his corona. This is a man's most sensitive spot, exceedingly so for an untrained boy such as he. His mouth dropped open and he cried out from the sensation of release stilled just before its peak. She left him that way to examine his reaction.

His body shook with need, unable to even open his eyes, he was in all ways available to her. One finger traced the underside of his shaft, along his bloated urethra, stretching to accommodate his seed. One hand curled around the base, holding him possessively while keeping his imminent burst at bay. 

Then, daintily, almost like a virgin would, she teased the shiny bulb of his cock with a series of touches, squeezes and light, almost nonexistent kisses. As she hoped he shook but she only continued her ministrations.

"Please…please…please…," he begged.

"What is it sweetie?" She stroked the underside of his balls lovingly. "Are you going come?" 

"No…yes…please, I need to come."

"You need to come? I don't think you need to do anything but stand still and follow orders," her tone rising a little. "I think you've come way too much for a boy." 

As she spoke she pinched his cockhead between her thumb and index finger. With her fingernail she penetrated him slowly in his opened peehole. There was a sound like he had begun to cry and she looked up slowly. 

"Does that hurt, sweetie?" He bit his lower lip as if in anguish. "What is it, baby?"

"It tickles. Feels strange…feels good."

Her hand traveled slowly up the length of his shaft until it clasped his head from below. The pad of her thumb stroked the cleft of his crown, teasing him gently. "Can you take it for me?" 

As he nodded, eyes closed in a tight squeeze she began to explaining. "I spoke with the top level execs and they all agreed that you're doing fine work. They'd like to increase your duties if the program allowed it but they know you'll be returning to school at the month's end." She squeezed and stroked his length, keeping him at his peak while teasing the tip of his head and rubbing the precome that oozed relentlessly into his warm skin. 

At that moment she realized just how much power she had over him. His cock, a man's livelihood, was in her hands at her mercy. He was completely naked and unable to think straight while she enjoyed his state and pushed him further than he'd ever be able to handle. If there was ever a time, this was it.

"So," she continued, squeezing and releasing his dripping cockhead, "I suggested something that would best benefit both of us. You do good work," she tugged on his balls as she said this, "and I could use someone to help me out now and then when I don't have time to do everything I need to."

Shocked by the slow squeezing of his balls, his mind became clear. "What would I do?" Unconsciously he pumped into her hand. "What kind of jobs?" 

She seemed intrigued by the motion of her hand on his balls and studied it for a while before answering. "Helping me out, doing things I don't have the patience and time for." Her fingers played along his thickened shaft and he sighed happily as she continued, "Filing at work, keeping my schedule, things around the house, cooking, cleaning, running errands. That type of thing."

He seemed in a spell, his body swaying with the motion of her hand. She repeated her offer of the position and he nodded mindlessly. Seeing this, she released his cock from her grasp. It bounded helplessly, begging for attention and his eyes popped open immediately.

He knew better to question why she let him go but she could see it in his eyes. He had gotten to the state where he would do anything just to continue the pleasure she was giving him. To stop these selfish thoughts and bring his attention back where she thought it belonged she held the thickness of his cockhead between her thumb and index finger, clamping down on it like a vise. 

"You'll have a slight pay raise, which is better than just the class credit you're making now. Of course you'll have to take some time off from school, as this is a full time job. Your room and board will be paid for, as will your other needs."

Still she awaited his response. A sharp pinch of his sensitive head encouraged him. "Yes," he choked out breathily, "I'll do it. I'd love to work for you."

She hadn't expected this last part and smiled to herself. "Very well then. We just have to make it official."

She turned and placed her hands on the back of the sofa. Her slip rode up, exposing the swell of her bottom, as well as a wide strip of bare skin. Reaching back, she ceremoniously folded it back to expose her bare ass completely. "You know what to do," she taunted. "Give it a big kiss to show your sincerity. Let me know how much you want to be my personal asskisser."

Dropping to his knees, he felt his breath quicken. He hadn't been able to get their last date out of his head and the time he spent with his lips planted against her ass had been constantly on his mind since they parted. He gazed adoringly at her bare end, thankful to be in such a position again. 

With the utmost respect, he leaned forward and placed a kiss reverently on each cheek. Before she directed him, he planted another one on the center of her crack, his tongue sliding past his lips to tickle her sensitive skin. She swooned from his tongue and bent down further to give him better access.

Emboldened by her actions, he focused on the swell of her pussy, covered in a soft puff of hair. The tiny slit of her pussy opened slightly, exposing a dab of moisture. Closing his eyes, his lips touched her dampened sex, showing the respect she demanded. 

When he finished she stood up and pulled the thin material up over her head and to the ground beside him. On his knees, he looked up at her naked body, the first time he'd ever been allowed to see it. She was beautiful, better than any fantasy he'd ever conjured up. Her skin was alabaster and bare of any imperfections, smooth as ivory, it went well with the auburn of her pubes. Her hips were round and womanly, not heavy as would be expected at her age, but strong and muscular. He could see she spent a lot of time keeping herself in shape. 

She didn't face him but turned to the bedroom and walked away without a word. When she reached the doorway, she slapped her hand on her thigh in a ‘come here' gesture. Instinctively he followed, first on all fours, then caught himself and rose slowly. His knees were sore and legs cramped from spending too much time in that position. Finding it easy to shuffle behind her on his knees he did so, scurrying behind each step she took. 

Folding back the coverlet of her king sized bed, her nude body seemed to meld perfectly into her bed. She turned the lights out, leaving him in blackness. Hearing him in the dark she advised him to lay down and sleep. There was a big day ahead for them, she said. He made his way to the other side but she scolded him, telling him to lay at the foot of the bed where he belongs. Weary after the long day, and not wanting to upset her further, he did as instructed and rested below the end of the bed, naked and curled into the fetal position. 

The next morning he was awakened by the sound of her shower. Stiff from the floor, he slowly sat up and made his way to the bathroom. Her naked profile was visible through the clouded curtain, making his morning erection even harder. His hand reached out to pull back the curtain, excited to see her naked body once again, but was instead met with a stinging slap across the cheek, spraying droplets of water around the room. 

"If I can't be afforded even the most expected privacy then I have to question your ability for this job," she chastised him. He kept his eyes to the ground after feeling the impact of her hand. When she stepped out he was gazing at her feet.

Handing him a towel she insisted her dry her off and bent forward, spreading her legs just so. He worked his way up her legs, softly patting down her freshly shaven skin. She was soon dried and Heath stood up, running the towel between the tight crack of her bottom as a finish. Pulling the towel from his hands, she patted at the spots he missed and began choosing clothes for the day ahead. 

"I have an interview with a law firm today. You will be coming with me."

 He agreed, explaining that he had to return home and put on a suit, as his clothes, now in a pile by the front door, weren't suitable for what she had planned. 

"That won't be necessary," she insisted, pointing at the suit of clothes that lay on the bed. Looking at the boxer briefs and tight t shirt that lay there, he asked about the rest but she only chuckled. "That's it. That's all you'll need."

Knowing better than to argue, he slipped into the boxers, finding them uncomfortably tight. His erection, present since the night before, was obvious beneath the white cotton and he blushed when he realized what she had in mind. 

She drove shotgun, comfortable as she easily sped through the intersection, her hand on the stick shifting gears intermittently. Easing the car into the only available spot, she quickly stepped out, expecting him to follow. He hustled to catch up with her, his attention captured by the sway of her ass beneath the tight business skirt she wore for the occasion. 

When he passed through the revolving door and through the marbled lobby she was already speaking to the front desk. Feeling out of place in his revealing attire, he did his best to look inconspicuous. The austere woman at the front desk looked him up and down, letting her glance linger on the slowly receding bulge of his crotch. 

Cheryl turned to face him, her arms crossed. "Ready to put on a good image for Ms. Sims?"

He replied he was ready and would follow her instructions without argument. 

"Good," she smiled. "Because this is a very important meeting for me and I want to make a good impression. I'd really like this position so do me a favor and be seen but not heard.

Heath smiled meekly. 

"She'll see you now." The front receptionist said. "Eighth floor, room 220."

Thanking her, Cheryl took his hand and pulled him behind her. He felt like a truant child being lead helplessly along. As they stood waiting he could feel the woman's eyes on his butt and caught her wink when he stepped between the doors of the elevator. 

The office they were directed to was large but comfortable. Situated on the corner of the floor, it looked out onto a wide view of the city skyline at noon. People scurried between food carts and hamburger stands eight floors below. Cheryl watched him excitedly looking out and smiled at his excitement. It would not do to have him in such a position when the interviewer joined them and she snapped her fingers quickly, commanding him to return to her side. He jumped at the sound and quickly did as told. 




Personal Assistant Ch. 02



Pointing her finger to the floor, he dropped to his knees as she rested one heeled foot on his broad shoulder. The other rested in his lap, stirring his arousal which had only recently begun to decrease. "Rub my foot," she suggested. 

He was deep into his task, her shoe rested between his knees and thumbs pressing urgently into the balls of her feet when their interviewer arrived. She was a young woman, around the same age as he, with long black hair that hung to her shoulders. A bright smile covered her face and she strode purposefully into the room, addressing Cheryl with an outstretched hand. 

"I'm Victoria Sims, it's wonderful to meet you."

Taking no notice of Heath, Cheryl stood up and took the proffered hand, introducing herself with the same sentiments. She handed over her resume, along with several letters of recommendations and thorough references attesting to her work history before resuming her seat. As she did, she gripping Heath's ear between her fingers, leading his face between her thighs. 

Victoria overlooked the papers carefully, noting the work she had done in her current job. It was an impressive list, she remarked, and the women discussed the position available, as well as the duties it entails.

Heath could only hear snippets of their talk as he found himself in the darkened spot between his lady's thighs. Her skirt had been stretched over the back of his head so he could only slightly see the faint shimmer of her stockings. Beneath her skirt it was warm and smelled of her bath soap, a flowery scent that he inhaled deeply. As they talked, she spread her legs wider. Having gone without panties she hoped he would take the initiative to please her. As it was, all she could do was subtly nudge him toward his destination.

He was spurred by the scent of her skin, hot and inviting. When his lips touched her soft inner thigh he felt a slight stall, as if she was surprised by his boldness. He did not relent, however, and continued slowly upward, his body inching further on his knees, his neck stretching to take tiny nibbles of flesh wrapped delicately in the cobweb thin fiber of hose. 

When he reached the apex of her legs, where the flesh of her sex met the smooth muscle of thigh, he could only rest his face against it. Curled hairs pressed against the indenture below his nose. He breathed deeply of her scent, allowing it to fill him. His body reacted in kind and his erection filled, forcing the restrictive cotton of his briefs to tent outwards. 

His curious tongue inched forward to identify her slit, only to find it wet and slippery. It tasted of dew, with a tangy, pleasing aftertaste that coated the tip of his tongue. More enthusiastic now, he licked eagerly, the flat of his tongue never leaving the length of her slowly spreading slit. Above him her breathing quickened and she was no longer able to disguise the reason for it.

"Is that your bitch?" Victoria asked.

Cheryl started, never before considering the term. "My personal assistant, yes."

"Very nice," the younger lady observed. "It's always so much easier when there's one of them around."

Heath was circling her clit, and gently pressing into her canal with his lips. "I've had…some luck with…this one," she said between deep breaths. "He's quite good…at what he…does and…much more…intelligent…than most boys."

"Ahhh," she laughed. "A bitch with a brain. That is rare." Victoria sat behind the desk, allowing the older woman some time to orgasm under the obsequious actions of her assistant and leaned back in her leather chair, envious at the sight. "Tell me, do you plan on him coming with you if you begin your position here?"

"Of course," she answered, her breathing slowing. "He's there for whatever I need." Thinking better of it, she explained. "I'll see to it that he won't be a distraction and will stay out of the way. I'll most likely keep him under my desk."

"That's good." Victoria decided. "But I would like to see who will be accompanying you. Have him stand."

With a gentle cuff on the back of his head, Cheryl alerted him to the order and helped him rise before the young woman. When she saw his face, she almost bellowed with laughter.

"Heath? Heath Saunders?" 

Blushing he looked down at her. "Vickie? Vickie Sims?"

"I see you've made a lot of yourself after high school. Guess all those years of honor roll and the Young Businessman's Association really paid off." She laughed. "Good job, boy!"

Cheryl, curious, asked if they knew each other. 

"I've known Heath ever since sixth grade when his family moved to town. He wasn't the most social of the students at Browning High but he sure did have some of the best grades. Of course, when it came to asking someone to the end of the year dance he didn't have anyone to go with and ended up asking out little ol' me."

"Really?" Cheryl suddenly became very interested. "How was it? Tell me, was he as much a gentleman as he is now?"

Victoria's smile suddenly disappeared. "I wouldn't know. He never showed up." She seemed upset at reliving such an unpleasant memory. "And after I took pity on him and said yes. It's not like I couldn't have gotten other dates if he had some balls and told me he was too afraid to go out with a beautiful girl." 

"What was so important that you couldn't meet Victoria for the date you had promised her?" his employer asked.

He swayed on his bare feet, unable to admit to chickening out of the date and spending the evening home watching Cinemax, a more stressfree way to spend an evening. Unable to muster the courage to explain, he could only mumble an apology. 

At that moment Victoria stood up and came towards him, appraising his virtually naked body while only inches away. "I think you have some explaining to do."

Cheryl, impressed by the quick way she had taken control of her boy, watched intently. 

"Strip off your boxers," the younger lady commanded. 

With a pleading look, he turned to Cheryl to rescue him from the situation only to be ordered to do as told. 

With a loud sigh and blushing face, he quickly pulled his boxers down to his ankles, leaving them resting in a circle by his feet. His erection was at full point, with its thick head pointed desperately at Victoria. 

Rather than seem upset she only smirked at his discomfort. She patted it warmly, her palm slapping quickly against the top of his boner. "Very well equipped." She complimented the woman, rather than the boy in front of her. "You will make a nice addition to this firm, if you bring him along. I'm sure his services will come in handy every now and then." The two women smiled warmly at each other, Victoria's turning slightly more menacing when she faced the half naked man in front of her. "Right then, you've got the job. Nine tomorrow morning not too early for you?" 

Cheryl stood and shook her hand, thanking her for the opportunity. Promising to bring a contribution to the firm, she took Heath's hand and led him away. He almost tripped in her eagerness, not having had a chance to pull his boxers up. Victoria watched happily as his cute butt almost crashed to the floor, he erection bobbing helplessly. 

Rolling her eyes at her new employer, Cheryl feigned irritation as Heath awkwardly pulled up his underwear. On the way down in the elevator Cheryl jumped into his arms, holding him tightly and planting kisses from his forehead to his neck. Her hands found his bottom and slipped beneath the thin cotton material to wantonly grope his cheeks. 

"Good boy!' She squealed into his ear. "You did a wonderful job of following instructions. I believe you really helped me to get that job!" Her grasp turned to a warm hug, the same one two lovers would use after spending time apart. He cherished that moment, only being held tightly as one she held very dear. His worries about his new status and new job seemed unimportant as they held each other close, his head resting against her full bosom. 



Personal Assistant Ch. 03



Heath's muscles cramped as his body slowly awakened. The sound of the shower roused him and the heavy fog from the bathroom only added to his sleepy state. His boss Cheryl had awoken before him and left the sheets of her bed strewn every which way. He wondered if her frenzied late night bout of masturbation was the cause. He knew it was her right, and laying at the foot of her bed, was not always witness to the act. Most likely she had considered him but thought of him sleeping peacefully and instead chose her vibrator which now rested on the nightstand like evidence at a crime scene. He found himself growing jealous of the instrument and walked to the bathroom to join his mate.

She was barely visible behind the dense mist of the shower yet he made out her form; bare and perfect behind the clouded glass. At the sight of her his cock lengthened. Since meeting Cheryl he found he had become much more aroused than usual, even at the must mundane actions. Trivial things like watching her brush her hair or cross her legs was enough to bring him to full erection in moments. Now he merely stood in the doorway, the heated air soothing his body and tickling his swelled prick. 

Behind the glass she saw him and decided to give him a show. Lather collected on her body and she rubbed it over her breasts, as if enjoying herself. She turned away from him, as if she hadn't yet noticed him. She stretched like a cat, pulling her hands to the ceiling and raising up on her tiptoes. As she came down, she bent over and grabbed her knees, to stretch the muscles of her thighs. 

From behind her Heath had the perfect view. He stared open mouthed as he came closer to see the full roundness of her ass and the plump pussy beneath. He noticed her tiny asshole, which he adored and showered with kisses whenever she asked. He gasped. 

He forgot himself and she was shocked when she turned to see him tugging on his swollen cock. The night before they had made love and, warning him against coming, she climbed on top and rode him until his cock grew sore. As he came close to peaking, she collapsed. With her breath ragged in his ear she could only give one command- "Floor. Now, boy. I must sleep." With that she rolled her perspiring body off him as he meekly descended to the foot of her bed.

His body hadn't forgotten the disappointment and, like a wronged animal, his instincts took over, forcing him to complete what had been taken from him. Cheryl saw this and angrily rapped on the shower door. Staring at her, the droplets of moisture clinging to her pussy hair, he quickly looked up to see her brow furrowed and a foreboding index finger scolding him for his action. 

"What did I tell you?" She asked.

Sadly he freed himself from his grip. His head hung down. Dripping wet, she stepped from the shower, grabbed his hand and pulled him behind her to the bedroom. He watched the shining wet cheeks of her ass bound with each step. She stopped and turned to face him. For a moment, she appraised him; his lean, muscular body, boyish face and thickened shaft betraying his intent. Like all boys, he had a bad habit, one she took upon herself to curb. He was a wonderful person, bright, sweet and kind. With her help he would prosper as a man.

A press of her hand on his shoulder urged him down. Silently he fell to his knees until he was almost eye to eye with her womanhood. Admiring the soft swell of her mound, hidden beneath a thin layer of auburn hair, he found it even more difficult to keep his attention focused. Gripping a handful of his hair, she pressed him against her sex. 

"Don't speak, just listen. You have certain expectations you must live up to in your position. You are a good worker, and willing to take on tasks most wouldn't." She paused to sigh slowly as his tongue began stroking her labia lovingly before continuing, "Part of your job description is to follow orders. You are my assistant- professionally, socially and sexually. It is an enviable position, and one most would work their whole lives to attain, but you must learn to follow orders and work with authority. Namely me." She was quivering now. How did he become such an expert pussy licker? She must remember to find his teacher and thank her. 

Reluctantly, she pulled him by his chin until he looked up at her. A mixture of her juices and moisture from the shower covered his mouth. He looked up at her innocently. "Learn that and you'll do well," she said in what was barely more than a squeak. 

Glad her admonition was finished, she reclined on the bed, her knees parted to allow him access. He renewed his attentions, placing soft kisses on her lips, circling her vagina. His lips parted and gently sucked her flesh between them, savoring the warm taste that flowed into his mouth. As he took her into him, his tongue reached out to bathe her soft flesh. 

Since meeting him, her ardor had been greatly revived. Each day she awoke with a passion and found herself needing relief before bed each night. Several times in the past weeks, she took time off to find a quiet moment to satiate herself. Her climaxes had grown deeper, more fulfilling, and each time she was touched she found herself more easily stimulated. 

As Heath's lips pressed against her vulva she remembered this and realized how thankful she was for his devotion and attentiveness to her every need. His tongue slipped out, tracing the full lips of her pussy making her breathe deeply and stretch like a cat. As she grew more excited, he nibbled up and down her slit, stopping at the bottom of her opening and gently pressed his tongue into her. She squealed girlishly before catching herself. Her legs parted further and she lifted her knees to her chest, allowing him better access to her furry mound. 

His tongue, hardened to a point, dabbed into her slick hole. She had been aroused all night since dropping off to sleep after two orgasms and her mind had been filled with warm, sexy dreams that made her wanting as soon as she opened her eyes. She eagerly anticipated the moment her boy's lips would pleasure her, even as she stepped over his naked, sleeping form to make her way to the shower. 

Now, with his lips on her sex and her body being pleasured, she could think of nowhere else she'd rather be. Her body responded to him completely as his tongue trailed up her sensitive skin, tasting the dampness of her soft hairs. Her arousal rose quickly and he soon was mouthing the hidden pearl of her clit. His tongue fluttered over her hood, teasing her before slowly taking it between his pursed lips. She was gulping for breath, her fingers running through his hair, almost pulling at them, as he tenderly stroked the underside of her jewel. The flat of his thumb pressed against her opening, pressing tenderly, as if guarding it before entering her. He pressed downwards, soothing the highly sensitive skin there with a series of firm strokes along the bottom of her canal. 

This quickly brought her to the edge and, with his bottom lip against her opening and her clit pressing against his tongue, she came with a fury. Her thighs wrapped around his head and she held him roughly against her. Unable to breathe for a moment, he could only inhale the slickened scent of her pussy, mixed with the fresh clean aroma of her recent shower. It was heavenly and Heath sighed to himself, surrounded by the air of his lover. 

As her body came down, the grip of her legs relented and he fell back on his haunches. She lay sprawled across the bed for slow minutes, her chest expanding with each deep breath, before rising up on her elbows. Her hair, not yet dry from the shower, hung messily over one eye. "Time for you to take a shower," she told him. "We've got to be at the office in an hour."

Doing as he was told, he made his way to the bathroom and quickly showered and shaved. When he returned, Cheryl was dressed in a short business skirt, matching top and a navy jacket folded on the bedspread. He admired the sight of her bent over as she arranged her underwear drawer. Her ass, rounded and full, stretched the confines of the tiny skirt. 

Turning, she noticed him gazing at her. He was fresh from the shower with tiny droplets of water quickly drying on his skin. The bathtowel was thrown over his shoulder while he stood naked, his cock rapidly lengthening. Despite all the attention she received last night, his body had received little. It wasn't due to selfishness on her part, but rather fatigue following a series of drawn out orgasms that stretched through her body, making rest a priority. 

"Your uniform is hanging in the closet."

Uniform? What did he need with a uniform? The look on her face let her know all he was thinking. "It's to make look your best," she told him. "First impressions are everything."

His uniform consisted of a black shirt, two sizes too small and a pair of shorts that ended halfway down the thigh. He held it up on the tiny coathanger, looking for more than what he saw. 

"Come on now," she chided, patting the curve of his butt tauntingly. "Get dressed, we have to leave soon." She stood back and watched as he reluctantly stepped into the clothes. When he finished, she had him turn to face her. His strong physique filled out the clothes and his erection, now completely full, pressed against the seam of his shorts. To Cheryl, it looked almost painful.

His cheeks turned a faint pink as she stepped closer, eyeing him like he was a tiny animal caught in a trap. Stepping on the balls of her feet, she leaned upwards to place a full bodied, open mouthed kiss on his lips. He was stunned by her brazenness but soon responded in kind, his arms wrapping around her form and pulling her close. Just before she broke their kiss, her hand reached below his waist and pressed against the stiff length of his cock, cradling it in her palm for a moment. This caused his heart to race and left him flustered as she exited the bedroom. 

Her office was on the floor beneath where they had her interview. It was spacious, though not excessively large and had a beautiful view of the city, as well as a sliver of the green forests beyond, though she doubted it would be visible on all but the clearest of days. Heath followed her in though he expected the desk that stood by the door of her office was most likely for him. A new Dell Computer rested on it, along with stationary and filing cabinets that stood behind the chair. 

He seated himself and quickly began to work sorting through the files and organizing the space to his liking. Cheryl seemed at ease in her new surroundings as well and through the door that she left ajar, he could hear her working busily.

By midmorning several coworkers stopped by, their curiosity getting the better of them. One, a svelte, athletic redhead, walked to his desk, placed her knuckles at the edge of the wood and demanded to know his name. 

"Heath," he answered nervously.

A tiny scowl appeared on her brow, "Heath what?" He was confused; afraid he'd upset her. Pleased with his nervousness, she added "Heath, maam?"

"Oh uh, Heath, Maam."

"Is your boss in, Heath?"

He said she was and ushered her into the office. As he sat back down at the desk to organize his desktop, she stole a look back at him.

"Very cute," she said to Cheryl upon entering. Cheryl stood and offered her hand. The woman introduced herself as Pamela Jenkins. "We're going to be working together on the Fisher Account. I'm glad Vickie hired someone for this department. We're sorely understaffed." Cheryl appreciated her sentiments and nodded her head. "I know you're new here," she continued. "If you'd like I'd be happy to stick with you until you get the feel of the place." Cheryl said she'd appreciate that and the red head pulled up a chair so they could work together at her desk.

"That's a cute boy you've got helping you out," Pamela said after they had gone over some paperwork for the account. Cheryl thanked her and said she had brought him over from her last employer, finding him too valuable to leave behind. "I would think that's a good word to use- valuable," she said. "Especially those cute buns in those tight shorts. You're a lucky woman, Cheryl."

Cheryl beamed. It was high praise from a coworker. She took pride in her boy and the opinions of others meant a lot to her. "That's the first thing I noticed about him. It's one of my favorite parts."

"And the others?" 

"Oh, I'm sure you could guess," smiled Cheryl. "Let's just say he's a very good boy."

"I'm sure." The women laughed and returned to the account. 

It was nearing lunchtime and they had put the work aside for the time being and were sitting back talking comfortably as two women that share common interests. "I must admit," said Pamela. "I haven't been able to get your boy out of my mind since we began. How did you meet him?"

Cheryl laughed and reclined in her leather chair. Crossing her legs, she relayed the story of her and Heath, how flustered he was around her at work, his awkward proposition for a date and how he couldn't hide his arousal during the entire evening. Finally she told her about the end of the date, how Health knelt down and kissed her bare butt as she taunted him.

The women laughed freely, "He did that? That's so funny, Cheryl! Men will do anything you say if you know how to treat them. Oh, you'll do well here." Cheryl thanked her and the woman added, "I'd have given anything to have seen that. Someday I've got to tell you about my last boyfriend and what I put him through."

She began her story and told Cheryl about how she played with his mind, teased him with her young body and sweet, coquettish voice. Cheryl could easily see how any man would turn cartwheels just to get a look at her in her underwear. 

Outside the room, Heath heard the women laughing and felt his ears burn convinced they were discussing him. He did his best to ignore them and get back to the task of personalizing his computer when Cheryl called out; "Health! Come in here, boy."

Clenching his teeth, he came when she called. Aware of the other woman in the room with her, he only hoped she didn't embarrass him. 

"This is Miss Pamela, she'll be working with us." 

He greeted her and she reprimanded him. "Uh, uh boy. You know how greet a woman. Remember we talked about this."

His face was turning scarlet, his eyes begging for mercy. Under his breath, as if Pamela couldn't hear, he intoned, "please miss, not here..."

"Oh yes," she said, standing from behind her desk. Her leather office chair was pushed behind her. "You better do as I say if you like your position. I won't be spoken to in such a way again!"

Sighing sadly, he knelt quietly and surrendered to her orders. Pamela looked down at him and seemed confused for a moment. Then realization dawned and she chirped with glee as she turned from the boy in front of her. The two women faced each other and exchanged a knowing smile. Lazily Pamela bent over the large oak desk, resting her elbows on it and placing her chin in interlocked fingers. 

Heath could only gaze at the scene before him. The bottom of a beautiful, young woman was bent over for his attention. He inhaled and smelled the fresh scent of body spray. Lilac? He wondered...

Looking at Cheryl, he saw her beaming down at him with a look of pride. He suddenly felt a rush of honor that she chose him. He was where he belonged and never in his most carnal fantasies had he ever believed he would be in such a position. He was subservient to two gorgeous women and, though difficult to accept at times, he knew it addressed a deep need within him and he was thankful to her for allowing him to express it in such a way.

The touch of his lips against her skirt only served to inflame him and, with encouragement from both of the women, he kissed both cheeks and left a long, wet kiss on the center of her cleft. He could tell she was wearing a thong and as the women laughed, Cheryl dared Pamela to lift her dress. Not one to resist such a challenge, the younger woman did and treated him to the sight of a softly pinkish rump held apart by a slinky red thong. 

He kissed her again, this time his lips to her bare skin. It was her most sensitive area and the feel of his skilled lips on her tender parts caused her to swoon. Her elbows dropped and she lay against the desk with her cheek to the cool wood. Her breath increased and she closed her eyes, relishing the feel of this man's lips teasing her warm bottom.

With a nod and whisper from Cheryl, Heath gripped the elastic of her tiny thong and slowly pulled them down. Neither wanted to rouse Pamela from the state of pleasure she was deep into and with a gently probing finger, Heath traced the part of her rear from backbone to thigh. Pamela, now pressing back against him, trilled happily. 

She was even warmer now, and he left a trail of kisses down her crack, his tongue following. Her legs spread and he felt his body respond as he looked at the whole of her sex, peeking out at him with a tuft of red hair covering her swelling mound. 

"Deeper, boy," encouraged Cheryl. "You want Ms. Pamela to see what a good worker you are, don't you?"

He nodded, his face buried between the warmth of her cheeks. The tip of his tongue found the edge of her sex and he stroked it pleasantly. She sighed, reclining her trim body against his face. She grew damper and he tasted the sweet taste of her juices. They dripped down his tongue and slipped down his throat. The softness of her cheeks pressed against his face, blocking out his view of all but her body.

The tip of his tongue whipped against her tender pussy lips and she turned quickly, hitting him with the brunt of her left ass cheek before grabbing both sides of his head and pressing his face into her crotch. Her skirt was hiked up past her hips and Heath saw she left a small pool of wetness on the shiny surface of Cheryl's desk. He was all business now, kissing, licking, teasing her pussy. Her hands rotated his face against her as she moaned in tandem.

She was warmer and fresher than any woman he'd ever tasted. He'd never been with a redhead before and his cock pulsed as he lived out a fantasy he'd kept hidden for years. Her skin was velvet smooth and her come tasted like nectar. It drenched his face and he licked it from her body like a man starving. 

Her thighs rubbed against his ears, heating them and driving him to greater heights of need. A tiny droplet formed on the tip of his rigid cock and he felt it dampen the crotch of his uniform. His balls held tight to his body, his come filling his shaft. 

He was pressing his lips against her canal, in a frenzied, romantic French kissing motion as her body froze. With a gasp and a cry, she clenched his face against her opening and released into his mouth. It was a heavy flow and Heath did all he could to quickly suck it in and swallow. She tasted sweet and slick and he could feel the lips of her slit quiver against his top lip. Sweat beaded on her face and dripped down to land in his hair. Moisture collected on her thighs and coated his face. 

Her breathing slowed and reluctantly she eased the pressure on him. Strings of moisture connected him to her sex for a moment as he leaned back to take a deep breath. Pamela reclined on Cheryl's desk, her legs parted, allowing Heath a better view of her plump snatch.

With a nod from Cheryl, Heath stood. With his hands at his side as he was trained, he could not hide his condition. The crotch of his shorts bulged and formed a distinct outline of the length of his cock. Both women eyed it hungrily. 

"Drop them," ordered Cheryl. Heath was too aroused to argue, it would feel good to be freed of his shorts. When they dropped to his ankles, he stretched happily, his cock bobbing eagerly in front of the two leering women. 

"Wow," gasped Pamela, "He's got a nice one."




Personal Assistant Ch. 03



"Yes, that's why I chose him."

The two women critiqued him as he stood at attention. Their eyes seldom left his willing member and, when Cheryl called, Heath almost jumped to her.

"A woman never feels more powerful than when she makes her man orgasm. I know you are very loud and, at a time like this, I know you could use a good come. You're more than due." She dropped to her knees and gently held his bursting dick. "I want you to hold back though. That's the sign of a good man, he holds back his come for his lady so she can enjoy his cock." With a gentle thumbstroke over his crown that made him shiver she finished, "Besides, you don't want to be a boy that comes so easily. That would be so embarrassing!" The two women smiled wickedly. 

She kissed the very tip of his head briefly before planting a deeper, more passionate kiss. His body flared and it took all his willpower not to press himself into her. He knew that she was in control and he dared not do anything that would upset her. Humming happily, she mouthed his cockhead, pressing her lips against the sensitive, smooth flesh. Eyes closed, she seemed intent on what she was doing. She never passed beyond the ridge of his crown but merely excited him, her tongue slathering him as she bobbed slowly back and forth. 

Due to her continual teasing, it took very little to arouse him. It seemed too long since he had last been allowed such pleasure and he moaned loudly at the warmth of her mouth. Both women laughed at this, he was a spectacle, the naked man practically frothing at the mouth at even the slightest touch. Shame or dignity was the farthest thing from his mind. His entire being, his very essence was focused on his cock. It visibly throbbed, so full that he felt an ache down his legs. 

Pamela openly watched the spectacle; shocked at the lengths Cheryl could push him. It was a shocking scene, the handsome, well hung man practically mesmerized by the woman as she played him. As her hand stroked and squeezed his cock, she watched his legs tremble. For a moment she pictured him falling or, worse yet, ejaculating all over Cheryl and her freshly washed silk blouse. He didn't though. Instead he opened his eyes locking them onto hers. With one look Pamela could feel her breath catch in her throat. In an instant she realized the desperation of the male and why they always acted the way they did. 

She had never seen such intensity in anyone. His eyes were clear and lucid. His face shook slightly, giving evidence of the struggle taking place within him. He had divested himself of his clothes completely and now stood facing her, his body flushed and sculpted. Veins broke out on the thick muscles of his arms. The muscles of his chest strained beneath a sparse covering of hair. The woman between them knelt happily on the floor, seemingly unaware of the effect she had on him. She continued to grope his cock and juggle his heavy balls in her hand; he eyes never leaving the juncture of his thighs. Her lips pursed into a red bow and left patches of red as she placed dozens of kisses along his shaft. 

He moved his arms nervously. They moved quickly behind his back, around his neck, crossed over his chest and, finally finding her lips too pleasing, they caught the edge of the desk as he leaned forward, his cock never leaving her grip.

"Too much, sweetie?" she asked in a soft, childish voice. "I'll stop. You should be getting back to work anyway."

His eyes were wild now, and they held Pamela with the look of a pained man. "No. Please, no." He looked at her, as if for help. "Don't."

"You're sure?" she asked, thrilled to hear him begging so.

"Cheryl, please." He felt his cock surge painfully. "God...I'll do anything..."

"Would you come?" Her mouth inhaled him and he groaned as the oversensitive head of his cock slipped along the roof of her mouth. Pamela watched open mouthed as Cheryl drove him to edge over and over again before pulling him back at the very last moment. His fingernails raked the oak of the desk, leaving tiny, barely visible scratches in the wood. The lean muscles of his arms tensed to fullness and turned red from exertion. She had never seen such a thing before in her life. He was being tortured in a way that no man would be able to resist. Her mouth played him expertly, licking and kissing him in tune with the moaning pleas that dripped from his mouth. 

She was all business now, her lips forming a tight circle that bobbed back and forth over the rim of his cock. Pamela could imagine the strain he was under and watched as he faltered and dropped his head. The strong muscles of his shoulders locked together and for a moment she swore he must have been reaching climax. Cheryl merely held him there. His cock was hot in her mouth and ready to burst. Almost maliciously she continued pressing him as her tongue skated over the aching skin just below the ripe head of his cock. 

Beneath her blouse her nipples flared. Moisture ran freely from her crotch and coated the bands of her stockings. Now, from between his closed lips, his moans turned into a desperate crying wail. His jaw was locked closed and she noticed tiny drops of sweat form at his hairline. It surprised her. Not only was she shocked that he could resist such teasing but also that she had it in her to keep him going. Any other man would have dropped from fatigue or fought her out of need but he did neither. He was going to come whether he wanted to or not. 

Then, without warning, she slowed. Her mouth opened fully and she guided his aching cock to the back of her mouth and felt it slowly inch down her throat. He had not conceded, but remained immobile, every muscle, every joint in his body tensed. One of her hands, fingers light as a whisper stroked the underside of his balls. The desperate sound of his wail turned to a soft whine. To Cheryl it sounded like the sound of loss. She knew she had taken him over; it was only scant moments before he broke. 

When he did it was after a moment of stillness. Every motion in the room seemed stopped; all were holding their breath. Then he fell forward over the desk, his body bucking as one collective sex organ. He whined, he moaned, sighed and exhaled. His seed, held at bay by only his immeasurable self-control, now loosed itself into her mouth. It gushed into her in a thick flow and she did all she could to hold it in. Failing that, it pushed from between her lips and ran messily down both sides of her mouth. It collected on her chin and dripped to the silk of her blouse below. 

Crumpled above her, Heath seized. His hot breath beat against the back of her neck and she felt waves of relief, coupled with anxiety radiate from his body. He was beaten and resigned himself to what his body could no longer control. Slowly he calmed and she heard his breath change to a quiet pulse. 

His come was hot and Cheryl, having always been a closet devotee of cocksucking, savored it. She held it on her tongue for a moment, feeling its thickness before allowing it to slowly slide down her throat. It bathed her teeth and coated her tongue with the thick, heavy taste of maleness. 

Above her Heath's body dropped to its knees in front of her. Head down, he was unable to look at her if he tried. To Cheryl it looked as if someone had pulled the plug on him. His eyes were closed and his body slack as he reclined back. Breathing slowly, Pamela and her new coworker approached his fallen form curiously. His knees were apart and his feet pointed in opposite directions. One arm was held away while the other rested palm up on his forehead. His chest rose and fell as his nostrils flared and he gulped air hungrily. Between his opened thighs the woman stared at his cock. As the rest of him, it was resting. His cockhead, just moments ago full to bursting, had shrunken slightly. It pressed against his thigh, where it left a tiny patch of moisture. His balls rested limply in their pouch. The two women were fascinated at the sight. The previously powerful, ready, bursting man was now stilled. He lay prone on the floor of her office as the perfect picture of surrender.

Just then Victoria walked in. She had to step over him then turned and looked at him lying naked on the ground. He looked so peaceful and no one said anything for a moment. Cheryl feared losing her job and quickly stood and began rearranging her clothing. Slowly Heath opened his eyes to see her standing above him. From the angle where he lay, he could just make out the white lace of her crotch beneath her business skirt. The supervisor sighed and turned to the other women. 

"Give him some rest and send him my way. I'd love to have a turn."



Personal Bad Boy



I wandered around the lingerie store looking for just the right pieces for our weekend get away to Las Vegas for a well-deserved vacation. Both of our jobs were demanding and time together was at a premium. 

I found garters and a pair of stockings to go with a black leather corset and thong combo. I picked out a few more things for the trip and took my purchases to the counter. The girl rang up my purchase and remarked that the sizes differed and might not fit me. I laughed and told her that they were a gift for someone.

I laughed to myself and thought, "If she only knew." I was living out a long time fantasy and it turned me on just thinking about it. I was amazed that Jon actually agreed to go along with this when I suggested it a few weeks before. 

I left the bags on the bed when I got home then preceded to make dinner. He was running late because he had debate team practice and it gave me time to make a great dinner for the two of us. Jon came home and went to change out of his suit and hop into some jeans so he could help me finish up with dinner. 

"Hey, what's in the bags?" he yelled from the bedroom. 

"A few things for the trip. Why?" I yelled back. 

"Oh nothing. This corset's a little big don't you think? " He said walking into the kitchen wearing just his jeans. I started to daydream a bit about kissing his bare chest and sucking on his nipples. "Um hon.. Hello?"

"Oh that's not for me. It's for you" I said.

"Do I look like Tim Curry or Marilyn Manson to you? NO! I'm a college professor. Not a freak" 

"Trust me, your perceived humiliation will be rewarded if you do this for me. I will make it up to you." I said trying not to laugh at him. He sulked and put everything back in the bedroom. 

A week later we were on a plane headed for four days in Vegas. I played the slot machine in the airport while he picked up the rental car. As he came back to get me, the machine started going off and spitting out quarters. He laughed and helped me get the money into my pocketbook. The last time we were in Vegas for our friends' wedding, he hit the jackpot. 

We got to the hotel suite and unpacked for the most part. He made me leave my goodies in the suitcase so the maid wouldn't see them. I laughed at him and wondered suddenly if he checked in under another name just in case he was caught wearing stockings and a thong. 

We stretched out on the bed after he took a shower and I began to kiss him. He smelled of Cool Water and soap. I loved the smell of him. The towel around his waist didn't hide much and I loved having easy access while he had to fight my clothes to get to me. Keeping him from touching me was one of my more favorite tortures to do to him. 

As I stroked his inner thigh lightly and kissed him, I noticed the front of the towel begin to rise. He was impressive when fully hard and one of the things that I loved about him. He filled me well and he was an expert at making me cum. 

I moved the towel and began to stroke him. He turned to granite in my hand. I playfully kissed him on the tip and began to lick him like an ice cream cone. I ran my tongue along his silky smooth shaft and sucked at the base of his head. His moans could not be contained any longer and he grabbed the sheets trying to keep quiet. 

I licked and sucked until I felt his balls harden in my hand then I deep throated him until he shot hot cum in the back of my mouth. He let off a huge load despite us grabbing a quickie at the airport in the long-term parking lot. I tried not to let any dribble out of my mouth and he kept praying to God as he came. He went limp on me so I decided to cuddle up with him and let him fall asleep so I could have some fun with him. 

Once he was asleep, I grabbed my suitcase full of goodies and got out his outfit. It was a leather dominatrix outfit complete with whips and handcuffs. I carefully rolled the stockings up his legs and managed to slip my hand under him to get the garter belt on. The sight of him in the garters and stockings was enough to make me want to fuck him. The corset was going to send me over the edge. 

I began to bring him back to the world of the awake and get him hard again. His rock hard cock mixed with the garters and stockings was driving me wild so I took off all my clothes and straddled his belly in the bed. I began to play with my soaking wet slit with his rod. I slid down his body a little bit and mounted him. He was finally awake enough then to realize what was going on and joined the party. It was about the same time he realized he was wearing garters. 

"What the hell did you do to me?"

"MMM garters and thigh highs." I said

"You're crazy." He said.

"How about wearing the corset for me?" I said, as I was still sitting on his hard on but not moving, which was killing him because he kept trying to thrust into me and I refused to let him. I could tell he was getting frustrated. "I'm not finishing this until you agree to wear the corset." He knew I meant business so he agreed. Never underestimate the power of a woman's hot wet pussy around his dick to get a man to do what you want. 

"OK if you must torture me, I will but just this once. And that's it. You sell it on Ebay next week." I laughed and agreed to his condition. I got off of him and grabbed it from the dresser. He stood up with his raging hard on sticking out from the garter belt and I was in lust. I wanted him so bad. This bad boy image of him really turned me on and I was hoping he'd change his mind about the Ebay auction when we were done. 

I helped him into the corset and he looked fantastic. I ran my fingers down the front of it and told him he looked amazingly sexy. He strutted around the room in his new gear and mentioned something about me being lucky he loved me. I agreed and smacked him on his bare ass. His athletic ass was accentuated in the garters and it was making me crazy. He decided to get into the roll of my dominatrix and handcuffed me to the side of the bed. I laughed as he did this because I knew he was going to get even with me in his own very special way. He put his hands on my ass as if he was a quarterback about to run a play. I remind him that he was a lineman not a QB and that's not where his hands go. He agreed and began to run them up and down the length of my slit. 

"My god you're soaking wet" he said. "I guess you really do like this." He took his dick and began to stroke me. It felt good so I leaned back against him trying to get penetration. He was not having any of that and continued to tease me. He asked me if I brought any of my favorite power toys with me and I directed him to my suitcase. He found one and soon my holes were buzzing with pleasure. He brought me within milliseconds of cumming, and then would stop, wait until I was back to normal then build me up again. I wanted to kill him but I was helpless to stop his teasing. I knew he was building me up for an amazing orgasm but I was impatient and wanted it now. 

"So you want me to be your bitch?" he said. It was hard not to laugh when he said it. All I could do is spit out a meek yes and he went back to stroking my ass with a silk scarf. He was killing me slowly and he knew it. I looked in the mirror and saw a demented little smile on his face and I knew we were probably in for a late dinner if no dinner at all. He blind folded me with the silk scarf and took another one and rubbed my nipples with it. He was horrible horrible man and he knew it.

He laughed as I begged him to fuck me. He knew I was getting frustrated and realized it was time to put me out of my misery. He slid his delightful cock into my waiting and dripping wet pussy. The bad boy within him decided to slid in me then stop moving. I couldn't move enough to ride him on my own. 

"Damn handcuffs!" I thought to myself as he terrorized me more. Finally he started to pump and I felt like it was a Mack truck plowing into me. I had never quite gotten used to his size despite being together for many years. He went slowly at first. I wasn't sure if it was for me to get used to him or if he was deliberately teasing me. Waves of pleasure ran through me with every stroke and it wasn't going to take me long to cum. I felt him stretch out every inch of my begging pussy as he stood there pounding at my hole dressed like the ultimate bad boy just for me. 

He drove me crazy with his balls slapping against my clit. The fluid movements he made were bringing me from one orgasm to another. I felt you speed the pace up, as you got ready to cum. You had me ready to pass out from the roller coaster of spasms going on in my pussy. 

"Fuck me Jon. YES! Fuck me. Oh GOD YES! Fuck me. Jon don't stop. Please don't stop. Fuck me. Oh GOD YES! I'm cumming. OHHHHH OOHHHHHH OHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDD! YESSSSSSSSS!" I screamed as I came hard and fast. He grunted and moaned at the same time so we were quite loud. I hoped we didn't run into any of the neighbors when we left the room the next time. 

He collapsed on top of me for a second then rolled over onto the bed next to me and kissed me hard. 

"I don't think this stuff is going to Ebay," he said seriously. I giggled and asked him to undo the handcuffs. He found the key and once I was free, we crawled into bed to cuddle and kiss. I couldn't wait until the next round of vacation sex.



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Personal Bodyguard



I sat on the cold, hard bench watching the hordes of police officers walk past me, paying not attention to the exhausted woman in front of them. 

I ran my hands through my hair, and tried to rub the sleep from my eyes. I'd been sat here for hours, waiting for someone to take my statement.

'Sam?' a soft Scottish voice called my name, and I looked up into a pair of chocolate brown eyes, and a gentle smile. 'Follow me.' The voice said, and I was led into a nearby interview room.

'I'm Detective Inspector Peter Carlisle' he said, introducing himself. 'I believe you know what happened?'

Getting confidence from his smile, I took a deep breath, and began to tell him what I had seen. 

'I was walking down the high street, and I saw a blue escort pull up at the lights. A man ran into me, ripped open the car door, shot the driver and ran off! That's when I called you guys.'

'And a very good job you did to!' the detective said. I was treated to another smile, and, despite the circumstances, my stomach gave an involuntary leap. We spoke for a while more, and, with a little help, I was even able to give a reasonable description of the man who had run into me.

'Hey, that's really good!' he declared. 'I think I might be out of a job!' I laughed a little, and he ginned. 'Oh, a smile! Much better!'

He let me out of the room, his hand on my back, guiding me. My stomach flipped again, and as I left the police station, I couldn't help by think about the good-looking detective.

An hour later, I was back at home, and running a bath. As the hot water began to steam up the mirror, I undressed, and reached for the bubble bath. True to Murphy's Law, the doorbell rang. I sighed, and pulled on my dressing gown, before going to the door. 

The Detective Inspector stood in front of me, looking a little confused. 

'Hello again!' he said, eventually.

'Hi!' I said, my body giving an involuntary shiver at the sight of his handsome face. 'Was there something wrong with my statement?'

'No, No! I was in the area, realised it was where you lived. No. That's not true. We actually thought that you could do with some protection. We haven't found that guy yet, and he may have realised that you saw him. And I was passing on my way home. Thought I'd volunteer.'

'My own personal bodyguard you mean?' I said, jokingly. He smiled, and I stepped back to let him in, and he took of his shoes as I made my way through the hallway. 

We walked into the lounge, and I sat on the sofa, curling my legs up under me. He sat on the chair opposite, and looked at me, an odd expression on his face. 'What?' I said, feeling self-conscious. 

He realised he had been staring, and smiled. 'I'm sorry. I just couldn't help noticing you have beautiful eyes. I realised earlier, but couldn't say anything.'

I blushed, and stood quickly to hide my embarrassment. 'Would you like a drink?' I said, moving into the kitchen so he couldn't see my red face. 'I've got juice, tea, coffee, or Irn Bru! I'm a bit of an addict!' I called, laughing, my back to the door.

'Irn Bru would be great!' I jumped, as I realised he was leaning in the doorway. 'Sorry!' he continued, as I handed him the glass. 'I didn't mean to make you jump.' 

'It's alright!' I replied, and leaned against the counter. We were making polite conversation, and it was killing me. He moved forwards, and put his glass down behind me, which brought us close together, and before I could say anything, he was kissing me. His arms wrapped around my back, and pulled me into him, his kiss becoming hard, almost desperate, and then suddenly, he stopped, and pulled back from me. I gasped as he moved away, shocked for a minute. He said nothing, but looked at me for a second, before catching my eye, and realising I wanted him too. In a split second, he was kissing me again, urgently; almost as if he was worried I would change my mind. His hands were on my back again, but moved to my waist. When he met no resistance, they moved to the knotted cord holding my dressing gown on, and began to undo it. My hands were in his hair, pulling his head down, holding him to me. As he fumbled with the knot, my fingers moved to his scruffy jacket, and ripped it off, before moving to his shirt. The buttons were awkward, and I think in my haste, some were torn off. 

He'd finally got the knot undone, and his hands rested on my naked waist. He reached up and pushed it from my shoulders, and I dropped my hands from his chest so that it could fall to the floor. He stepped back then, and looked at me, before picking me up, and placing me on the counter. My hands completed the task of undoing his trousers and I pushed them to the floor along with his boxers. He stepped out of them, leaving him totally naked, and pulled me towards him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and his hands began to roam over my body, pulling at my nipples, and rubbing my chest, making me moan as he kissed me. I slid off the counter and he entered me hard and fast. I stopped kissing him, and cried out in pleasure. His hands held me in place, and bent his mouth to kiss my body, his teeth making bite marks in my flesh. The pressure had built up very quickly, and I came hard, pushing into him, and the movement was enough to send him over the edge. We slowed, and he gently lowered me to the ground, kissing my neck. 

Suddenly, I cried out. 'Oh my god, the bath!' I ran through the lounge and into the bathroom, turning the taps off just before the water ran over. 

'Now that looks tempting!' the detective said, snaking his arms around my waist from behind and kissing the back of my neck. I sighed and reached for the bubble bath, pouring it into the water. Without warning, I was picked up, and dropped into the bath, the water going everywhere! When I resurfaced, the detective was laughing! 'Detective Carlisle, I think that can be classed as police brutality!'

'It's Peter' he replied, 'and that's only the start!' he climbed in next to me, and I leant back into his arms. Behind me, Peter reached for the sponge, and began to rub soap over my body. I sighed contentedly, and relaxed. 

The sponge in Peter's hand moved down my body, and across my stomach. My own hand reached around my back, and began to stroke his thigh. He stopped soaping me, and began to wash me off, the rough sponge brushing against my nipples, and making me gasp slightly at the sensation. 

'Shall we go into the bedroom?' he murmured softly into my ear. 

'Mmm.' I replied, not wanting to move. 

'I'll make it worth your while!' he said, and that was too good an offer to refuse. I pushed myself up, and grabbed a towel to wrap around myself, throwing one to Peter as he got up. I began to lead the way into my bedroom. Peter stopped to grab his trousers on the way. 

'Don't think you'll need those!' I said. 

'I don't need the trousers. I just need these!' he grinned mischievously, and held up a pair of handcuffs. 

'Oh no!' I said, and tried to dodge his open arms. He was too quick, and grabbed me. We fell onto my bed laughing, and within seconds he'd overpowered me, and I was lying on the bed, my arms spread above me. Holding them in place, Peter began to kiss me softly, moving to my neck and shoulders, before lowering his mouth to my breasts. His teeth scraped against my nipples, and I let out yet another groan, making him smile, and bite a little harder. I arched my back, my arms straining against the cuffs. He traced a trail of kisses down my stomach, and began to kiss and lick my thighs. He was avoiding my clit, knowing that the constant sensation of his lips near it would drive me mad. It was working, and my body was starting to tremble with anticipation. I bite my lip, determined not to give him the satisfaction of begging. He seemed equally determined to make me, however, and the kissing only increased. 

After another minute of this, I couldn't stand it. 'Oh God, please!' 

Within seconds of me saying that, he changed his method, and pushed his tongue into my, licking me furiously, determined to make me come hard. One of his hands reached down, and entered me, pushing into me quickly. Within seconds I was coming and he continued to lick me as I relaxed again. 

'Letting me go now?'

'Oh, I'm not done with you yet!'

He slowly began to lick back up my body, his stubble felt rough against my skin, and I winced a little. 'Ooh, that hurts!' I said. 'I'll stop kissing then shall I?' he asked, his eyebrow cocked, and sat up, leaving me lying on the bed, handcuffed, and prone. 

'Oh no.' I said. 'I'm not begging this time. I'm not giving in!' I was not as confident as I sounded, and wondered how long I'd be able to last. Peter stood, a huge grin on his face, and reached for the peacock feather I had discovered on a walk one day, and placed in a vase by my bed. I'd thought it was pretty, and it was a nice addition to my room. At least, I'd thought it was. Looking at his face, I was starting to wonder what was going to happen.

He took the feather, and gently touched the tip along my body, flicking it across my breasts, before slinking it past my belly button, and around my thighs. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the desperation I was feeling. Nothing my previous boyfriends had done was anywhere near as fantastic as this, and I could feel my brain desperate to give in, and beg him once more. 

He could see my frustration building again, and a smile spread across his face. I tried desperately to not give in. I bite my lip hard, willing him to give me relief. The feather slipped its way across my skin, hitting my clit gently. I gasped, but Peter moved it away, and stroked down my legs. The feeling was too much. 'Please touch me! Make me come!' 

He dropped the feather, and moved onto me, before thrusting into me hard. I came instantly, the sensation fulfilling every inch of my desire. His hips thrust forward, and he moaned as he pushed into me harder with every movement. His lips found my breasts once more, and his teeth scraped my nipples and I could feel myself coming again. I screamed his name, and tried to move my hands down. He grabbed them, pushing them back above my head, giving him full access to my body. He increased the speed, moving his hips to change the depth of his thrusts, and I moaned again as he hit my G-spot with each push. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and rolled, pulling me with him, forcing me on top. Even though my hands were still handcuffed, I was able to run them over his chest, and he held my hips, controlling my movements, as well as the angle he was pushing into me. Being on top of him not only gave him a great view of my body, but also meant that he was more in me than any man ever, and I arched my back in pleasure. Peter's own orgasm was fast approaching and as my body built up to yet another explosion, I tensed up, causing him to call out. 

We came hard together, panting as we relaxed. I moved off him, and lay in his arms. 'Can you let me go now?' I asked again.

'I have a confession first' he said, looking a little guilty.

'What?' I asked, looking very worried.

'When I said we hadn't caught the guy, I wasn't exactly telling the truth. We caught him a couple of hours ago. I was using it as an excuse to come and see you, and I thought if I told you the truth, I wouldn't get to see you again.'

I looked at him, incredulous! I tried to slap him, but he grabbed the handcuffs easily, and stopped me. 

'See, this is why I didn't let you go!' he grinned. 

I tried to glare at him, but it didn't work. 'So what am I supposed to do now?' I said, trying to find a way out of the cuffs.

'Well, now, we get some food, and I stay here.'

'Is that so!' I said, raising my eyebrows at him.

'Oh yes. I'm still not done with you, but we do need something to eat! I'm not letting you away from me this time!' He smiled, and I lay contentedly in his arms, until I fell asleep.

When I woke up, Peter had undone the handcuffs, leaving them on top of the bedside table, but he was nowhere to be seen. I pulled on his shirt, which was lying on the floor, and walked into the kitchen. Peter was standing at the hob with just his boxers on, a pan in his hands. 'Morning!' he said, smiling at me. 'That shirt looks familiar!' I smiled back sleepily. 'Pancakes?' he offered.

'Mmm, sounds good. There's chocolate sauce in the cupboard.' As we ate, I looked at him, another days worth of stubble developing on his chin. His deep brown eyes shamelessly looked at my breasts, just visible through his shirt. Whatever worries I had about getting into trouble for being with me, evaporated. I knew it wouldn't matter. 

I stood to clear the plates putting them on the side, and as I came back to the table Peter pulled me to him, kissing me hard. His hands began to undo the buttons on his shirt, before stroking my breasts as he had done the previous night. My hands ran through his hair, making it messier than before, and I could feel ourselves getting carried away once more. 

Peter stood and lay me back on the table, continuing to kiss me. Things flew onto the floor, but he grabbed the chocolate sauce before it fell. Without stopping, the Detective undid the cap, and covered me in the sauce. I gasped, and Peter began to lick the sauce from my chest. The sauce began to harden, and I could feel his teeth nibble at the chocolate. I could see him grow hard underneath his boxer shorts as he licked and nibbled, and reached down, feeling him through the cotton. His hands tugged them down to the floor, and he climbed into the table above me. I thanked heaven I had bought a sturdy table.

He moved my legs apart, and moved between them. He was about to enter me, when I stopped him. 'No! My turn!' I insisted, and moved him below me. I sat astride him, and he pulled me up to his mouth, tasting me, his hands holding my hips. I groaned with pleasure, and let my body take over. Peter's hands ran over my back and my arse, and I screamed as my orgasm hit me. Peter carried on licking me, but I moved, trying to stop myself from getting too carried away. I moved down his body, sat across him, and groaned as he entered me. I moved my hips in time with Peter as he thrust into me, and I reached back and stroked his thighs. 'Oh god!' he said, thrusting harder. His hand moved down my body, and started to rub my clit furiously, urging me to come with him. 

We moved faster and faster, and I could feel the stickiness from the chocolate sauce on my body. Peter sat up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him to change the direction of his thrusts. His hand moved faster on my clit, and within seconds, we were both coming. I called out again, and as we slowed our pace, we heard a banging from the flat above. 

'Oops!' I said, giggling. 

'Don't think the neighbours like us much!' he replied, kissing me softly. We stood, and moved back into the bedroom...



Personal Business



To whom it may concern; 

I am writing to complain about Dwayne last name unknown (Employee #34632) for unprofessional behavior at a recent house visit. Dwayne was called to our house last week to provide a quote for refinishing our closet. However, what transpired was a sequence of events that were completely unprofessional and in extremely poor taste. 

Dwayne arrived promptly at the scheduled time and was initially very professional with me and my wife, Abbey. We met him at the door and discussed the different renovation options that your company offers. After this discussion we went upstairs to the master bedroom to take some measurements and assess our options. Dwayne, being 6'4'' and extremely muscled we were not all able to fit into the closet. So my wife went in with him to help take the measurements and describe what we wanted. After a few minutes of measurements there was a bang in the closet. I rushed to the door to see what had happened and Dwayne and my wife were laughing as she tried to hold up a shelf he appeared to have knocked over while making measurements. To my horror, as she stood there holding up the shelf a small white object fell from the shelf and landed on the floor at Dwayne's feet. 

"What is that?" He asked incredulous. 

"Noth-" I began, turning red. But my wife beat me too the response. 

"It's just my husband's sex toy." She said matter-of-factly. 

"A sex toy for a guy?" asked Dwayne. 

"Yeah, he likes that thing so much he barely has an interest in my pussy anymore." 

"Guys don't have sex toys, those are for women." 

"Ask him, I don't like to think about it. But every evenings before bed I hear him squishing away with it in the bathroom." 

Dwayne looked at me with shock on his thick face, unable to form words. 

"Not every night," I answered defensively. But at the look on Abbey's face I shifted my gaze down and amended my previous statement. "But most..." 

"How does it work?" asked Dwayne, kicking it over with his shoe. The white egg masturbator was misshapen from overuse (I was expecting a new one in the mail any day) and it sort of oozed over the floor from the touch of his boot. 

"Isn't it obvious?" I asked. 

"No." 

Wanting to get this conversation over with quickly, I picked up the egg and showed him the hole at the bottom. "You stick your dick in the opening, it fits over the top." I turned it inside out to show him the ribs on the inside. "The ribs stimulate the tip, and you move it up and down until you cum. Usually happens pretty fast, especially when they're new. " 

"Why not use your wife's pussy?" He asked, looking at me like I just said I preferred sex on the moon to doing it on earth. 

"She's not always in the mood." 

"I would be if somebody didn't need to shoot his load the second he got the tip in." 

"Anyway, can you please just finish with the closet?" I asked, not wanting to have this argument again in front of a stranger. 

Dwayne looked from my wife, back to me and said slowly. "You can stick your dick in that?" 

"Well, it expands, and it's bigger than it looks." 

"There's no way a dick fits in that." 

"I'm telling you, it does." 

"I don't believe you." 

"Well, suit yourself. But I've been getting off in it nightly for the last month, so I'm pretty sure I'd know." I retorted before realizing that I probably should not be gloating about that. 

Dwayne snorted then looked at my wife. "Have you seen it?" She shook her head. He looked back at me, "I don't believe it." 

"Well, what do you want me to do? Drop my pants and prove it?" 

"If you can get a dick in that thing and get it off, I'll give you a hundred bucks." 

I laughed. "I'm not jacking off in front of you for $100." 

"Make it $500." Dwayne said, pulling out his wallet and removing 5 crisp $100 bills. 

I couldn't believe this was happening. Right here, in front of my wife I was being offered $500 just to jack of like I did nightly. I never would have considered it but that $500 was awfully tempting. It would go a long way to paying for our new closet. "You want me to jack off right here, in front of you and my wife." 

"I don't care where it happens but yeah, if a dick gets off in one of those things there's $500 in it for you." 

I looked at my wife who just shook her head as if to say, "I can't believe you," and exhaled harshly. 

"Fine!" I said, unbuckling my fly and pulling my jeans down. I looked at them both to make sure they weren't going to burst out laughing at me and say it was all a joke. Dwayne looked skeptical and my wife looked thoroughly ashamed but nobody appeared to be joking. I yanked down my briefs, and pulled out my 4.5 inches which was already hard in anticipation. The egg was fuzzy with lint and a little sticky from its last use, but I wanted to get this over with before I lost the nerve. I slammed the egg down on my cock, it sat there loosely. I looked Dwayne in the eye and sat down on the bed. Then I began to jerk. Up. Down. The egg was so misshapen from repeated use that my dick barely made the outside of it quiver. Up. Down. I tightened my grip against the outside of the egg to get the ribbing rubbing up against my dick. Up. Down. Without any lube the ribbing stuck slightly where it contacted my penis and tugged unpleasantly. Up. Down. Still, it was going to happen faster than I had anticipated due the excitement of having an audience. Up. Down. On the fifth down-stroke I shuttered and leaked out into the egg with a moan. 

"What the fuck? Was that it?" 

"Seems about right," said Abbey. 

One more stroke and I opened my eyes. I didn't even remember closing them, "$500." 

"Hell no! I said a dick. That is not a dick. That's a little kid's wee-wee. You looked like a 10 year old jacking off to his dad's Playboy. No, when I said you couldn't fit a dick in there and make it cum, I meant a real dick. Like this." In one swift motion he had pulled down his fly and yanked out a semi-hard monster that was already twice as big as mine had been when it was hard. Abbey gasped. 

Hearing his words and seeing the size of his humongous dick enticed mine to go flaccid faster than normal; it pulled out of the egg which fell to the bed a small amount of cum dripping from the opening like it was crying. 

Looking from his dick to his face and back to his dick, Abbey said breathlessly (and not for the last time that day), "There's no way that will fit." 

"That's what I'm saying," he said, "so I believe you owe me $500." 

My heart sank. I had known I was going to win this bet so I hadn't even considered what would happen if I lost. I didn't have $500 on me. I barely had $500 in the bank. And I needed every penny of it for the mortgage at the end of the week. I wasn't ready to give up yet. 

"That'll fit. This thing expands a lot." I said, moving to show him. 

He jumped back. "You just jizzed in that thing, I'm not touching it. I don't care how little spunk there is in it." 

I looked down at the egg. My cum has accumulated at the opening, but there wasn't enough for it to drip more than the tear that had leaked onto the bed earlier. "Then how do you want to settle this?" 

"There's another one!" My wife said excitedly without removing her gaze from the large pink cock that, though not fully erect, was nonetheless pulsing with each of Dwayne's heartbeats. 

"What?" I was incredulous, "Why didn't you tell me, I've been waiting for that one. It has different ribbing inside that's supposed to feel even bett-." But I stopped mid-sentence. 

My wife went red. "I was hoping if your last one broke, you'd be more interested in me at the end of the day." 

Too angry to be embarrassed I went on. "I'm not gonna let him use it before I've even had a go at it." 

"Fine, then you forfeit." 

"No! Ok, I'll let you use it once." Dwayne's eyes went wide with amazement. "Where is it?" I asked my wife. 

"Downstairs, in the laundry, next to the detergent." 

"I'll go get it," I said, not wanting to be in the room with that monster cock longer than necessary. 

"Ok," said Dwayne, smiling and sitting down on our bed as he lowered his pants. "I'll just get myself ready." 

My wife was strangely quiet. Sitting across the room she couldn't take her eyes from Dwayne as he slowly began to run his hand up and down his stiffening cock. 

I ran down the stairs and into the laundry. It took me a couple minutes to locate the box with the new egg. As I wandered back, my mind was full of rage. It wasn't fair that this stranger would be getting to experience this toy that was meant for my cock and belonged to me. He shouldn't be using it at all, but especially not for the first time! The first time with an egg was always the best, and he'd probably stretch it out with his gigantic dick. However, these thoughts were driven from my mind as I reentered the bedroom. "Wha-?!" 

When I rounded the corner I saw Abbey was on the bed next to Dwayne. Her blouse unbuttoned and her bra pulled down to reveal her perky B-cup tits. When I entered the room she pulled back from Dwayne's touch instinctively. She flushed and tried to cover her chest, but I could see her nipples were erect and hard. 

Dwayne just grinned, "She was just helping me get ready." Then to her, "those are some lovely little tits you've got." 

Abbey smiled her thanks then moaned slightly as Dwayne's hand returned to her right breast. His other hand stroked his now fully erect cock. Abbey watched every stroke with relish. 

"Not to break into the party here, but I've got it." I produced the egg from the box and went to hand it to Dwayne. Abbey took it instead. She held it up next to his erect member, closer than I liked and stated, "that's gonna require some lube." 

"I'm all out." 

"I've got some in the top drawer of my dresser." 

I turned to begin rummaging through my wife's lingerie drawer, my search growing frantic as I heard soft chuckles behind me along with some pronounced moaning. It sounded like she was really enjoying the attention Dwayne was paying her breasts. 

I found the small tube of KY jelly and turned around. When I turned around, though, I dropped the tube. Dwayne's hand had moved from Abbey's tits, down beneath her skirt and into her panties. Her eyes were closed and her breathing ragged as he slowly rubbed her clit in circles. Through the panties I could see his fingers working slowly in circles, then they dropped slowly down and she moaned quietly, "Not the slit. No penetration, he'll be mad." 

The sound of the bottle dropping hadn't roused her attention, so I grunted to interrupt. Abbey opened her eyes and blushed again. But Dwayne was shameless, "your wife needs it bad, man." 

"Let US worry about that," I picked up the bottle and handed it to Dwayne who passed it to my wife and lay back on our marriage bed. 

Abbey squirted a generous amount of lube around the opening of the egg and into the hole. She closed it and handed it back to me. "So, it just slides in?" She asked. But I didn't respond. I was speechless. It seemed clear that both she and Dwayne were in agreement that she would be the one doing this. All anger over the deflowering of my new toy left my mind completely. My wife was getting ready to pleasure a perfect stranger with her own hands! 

Not waiting for a response Abbey got to her knees on the bed, her tits hanging down over Dwayne. She placed the egg at the tip of his enormous penis. Then she grabbed the base of his cock with her left hand and slowly eased his tip into the egg. It didn't enter at first. My heart in my chest beat hard, bizarrely wanting my wife to get this stranger's dick into my toy so at least I didn't have to admit I couldn't pay up. Suddenly, with a little more downward force from Abbey, the edges of the egg's hold popped over the tip and latched onto Dwayne's shaft. The egg puffed as air escaped out the sides. He filled the egg completely its sides slightly stretched by the size of his gigantic head. Dwayne sighed deeply and returned his attention to Abbey's clit, pulling aside her panties to reveal her perfectly trimmed blonde bush. This time, there was no protest as his middle finger pressed lightly at her entrance. Rather, she gave a little nod and mumbled, "Please." Dwayne easily slid his finger all the way into my wife's pussy and she let out a gasp of pleasure. 

My mouth opened in protest, but no words came out. I returned my gaze to Dwayne's enormous cock, my attention grabbed by the squishing sounds that were emanating from there. My wife's small hand could barely fit around his cock and the egg; with each down stroke, the egg became so thin you could see every detail of Dwayne's monster roaring up through the rubber. Up and down she went 5, 10, 15 times. Dwayne closed his eyes and continued his mad finger attack at my Abbey's snatch. 

Abbey's breathing grew ragged and little moans of pleasure began to escape her lips. Disturbed as I was by this scene, I decided to wait it out. I was sure he was about to cum, I had never made this many strokes with an egg at one time and he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. When he finished, I would be able to collect my money and kick him out of our house. But as the thrust count increased above 30 my confidence began to waiver. Then, quiet suddenly, things when horribly wrong for me. First, Abbey was brought to a screaming orgasm by the hand of this stranger. When that happened, she pushed down extra hard on the egg and Dwayne's tip emerged solid and throbbing from the end of it. My precious egg was split in two open and Dwayne still had not come, though his cock was as hard as I had ever seen a dick in my life. 

Abbey, still recovering from her orgasm, had fallen down next to Dwayne in our bed. Dwayne looked at me and said, "I think I've proven two things here. First, no real dick gets off in a sex toy. And second, you need to look after your wife's needs. Now, my $500 please." 

"I don't have it," I said sheepishly. He looked at me skeptically. "I knew I'd win so I didn't even think about what would happen if I lost." 

Dwayne turned red and looked ready to shout when my wife chimed in from her post-orgasm dreaminess. "Back downstairs in the laundry, right next to where the egg was there's a jar with at least $1,000. Go get this man his money." 

"But how long have you been keeping a secret stash of-" 

"Just get it for him," she said abruptly. Peeved, I turned to leave, but not before I saw her cuddle closer to Dwayne and trail her hand down his chest and over his stomach towards his still hard 10 inch dick. 

It took me a long time to find her stash of cash I was so flustered by what had just occurred. When I did finally find it, I ran back as quickly as possible not knowing what I might find. When I got back to the room, it was worse than I had imagined. Dwayne was reclining in our bed his arm crossed behind his head watching Abbey who was grasping his cock with both her hands and flicking the tip with her tongue. She smiled as I came in and looked me straight in the eyes, no longer embarrassed. When she saw I had realized what she was doing, she plunged her mouth as far down his pole as it would go. Dwayne moaned as she began moving her head up and down on his shaft. I stopped, staring uncomprehending at my wife brazenly blowing another man. We had started dating at 15, gotten married at 21. We were both in our mid-30's, only ever having slept with each other. But now, here she was in the act of pleasuring another man while I watched. Anger welled up inside me. But before I could speak, she cut me off and said, "We can't just leave him like this! He's got other calls!" 

"What?!" I screamed. "Who cares?! He's leaving $500 richer and there are plenty of ways for guys to take care of that. He can use our bathroom if he needs." 

"Well, I'm helping him out." 

"You are not giving him a full blowjob on our bed!" 

"You're right, I'm not." She said, "I'm fucking him." I was speechless. "I just wanted to wait until you got back to get started." 

"You are not fucking him!" 

"I am. You can go downstairs and listen to our screams or you can watch from that chair." 

Shocked, I fell down into the chair she indicated to gather my thoughts and prepare my protest. But she just smiled and said, "I knew you would want to watch." 

"No, I..." 

But she ignored me. Pulling her panties off, she straddled Dwayne and began rubbing her pussy up and down his shaft. "God it's huge! There's no way that will fit." 

"It'll fit, that's what it's made for sweetie." Abbey had stopped sliding back and forth. She hovered right above his cock and leaned forward. From my angle at the foot of the bed I could see his monster tip sitting at the entrance to my wife. 

"Wait," I said hoarsely, wanting to protest. But all I could muster was, "At least use a condom." Abbey looked at Dwayne and shrugged. I walked to the bedside table and pulled out an old box of condoms I had there and handed it to Abbey. She sat down straddling his stomach, opened a condom and leaned back to place it at the tip of Dwayne's cock behind her back. When she leaned back, her pussy peaked out at Dwayne. Her lips were spread wide with desire, her clit hard. The pink of her inner labia was clearly visible. Dwayne lifted a thumb and began to massage her clit. She moaned loudly as she rolled the condom down his shaft but hadn't made it halfway before it split. The second one broke as it was going over his tip. There were only 2 in the box. Abbey threw the box and grabbed his hand from where it sat teasing her clit, "I guess your weewee condoms don't work on a real dick." 

Dwayne laughed, grabbed my wife by her shapely hips and roller her over. "I'm tired of waiting." He pulled her legs apart and placed his giant dick on top of her body right where he would soon be inside her. "Let's do this." 

There was apprehension on Abbey's face as she felt his dick reach almost to her bellybutton. "I've only been with pencil dick here," she said, nodding towards me. 

Dwayne smiled as he pulled his hips back and lined his penis us at her entrance once more. "There's nothing to worry about." 

Standing at the bedside I saw his tip slowly push into my wife, her pussy lips straining to let it through. It popped in and he paused. Her eyes wide with excitement, Abbey whimpered, "More." And Dwayne complied. Slowly, leaning back to make sure I could see it all, he eased his way, inch by inch up into my wife. Halfway in, she screamed. "This is amazing, you are huge. I've never been filled like this!" 

"That's only half baby." 

She looked down, "What?! Give it all to me Dwayne! I want to feel every inch of you!" 

And with that, Dwayne abandoned all pretenses and slammed into my wife. He began ramming it deeper and harder into her until I was worried she would snap like the condoms and the egg. But now she just kept begging for more, telling him she had never felt anything like this and how great it was to have a real man inside her. 

After 10 minutes of heavy breathing and screams of pleasure, time marked by the constant thwap, thwap, thwap of Dwayne's balls against my wife's ass, she came again screaming like a banshee. As her screams subsided, she commanded Dwayne to stop and Dwayne slowed his thrusting. 

Thinking she had finally come to her senses I thanked her for putting an end to this madness. 

"Go sit over there," she commanded me, pointing at the chair. She grabbed Dwayne by the hand and they walked together over to where I was sat obediently. She guided him behind her and bent over the chair, presenting her ass and pussy to him. Dwayne lined up behind her and slid into her as I realized that I was saying something. 

"Why?" Was all I could think to say. So I just kept repeating it "Why? Why?! Why!" By the end of my mumblings it was a statement rather than a question. She just looked up at me as Dwayne grabbed her small tits and began pumping louder. 




Personal Business



"Oh!" She moaned. Then to my continued protests, "You can't be surprised by this. I've been begging you to pay closer attention to my pussy for weeks now! Oh Dwayne, yes harder!" She reached down and began massaging her clit as Dwayne's thrusts sped up. "You. Have. Been. So OBSESSED. Oh yeah baby! With. That. Egg!" 

"Please just don't let him cum in you," I begged. 

She looked in my eyes as he pounded into her and said, "I'll try." Behind her, Dwayne's thrusts were growing deeper and harder. His grunts became more and more audible with each thrust. "Not yet Dwayne, baby." She muttered over her shoulder. Then, straight at me again, "Oh God I'm coming again!" She went at her clit madly and began spasming in my lap. Dwayne slowed down and pulled out of her. She stood up. Abbey turned around to face him, her perfect, tiny ass in my face. She pushed Dwayne back onto the bed. She bent down to clean her pussy juices from his dick and I thought, with relief, it must be nearing an end. But just when I thought she would finish him off with her mouth and obey my final request, she climbed up on top of him. 

Like before she straddled him, though, this time she was facing me and not Dwayne. Looking me straight in the eyes, she leaned back onto Dwayne's body and pulled his hands around to fondle her tits. She slowly spread her legs wide to show me. She was so aroused that just by opening her legs her pussy stood open and ready. The pink inside taunted me, her perfect little pussy beckoning like I had never seen before and all for the touch of a stranger. She grabbed his meat and lined it up with her entrance. Raising her eyebrows and smiling devilishly, she pushed his head into her pussy and then sat up, taking his full length deep into her. Dwayne moaned. Abbey settled herself onto his giant dick and began bouncing up and down, giving me a perfect view of his giant member moving into and out of my wife's hole; a hole that, before tonight, only I had ever experienced. Her bouncing grew faster and faster; I could hear Dwayne muttering encouragements to her. 

She was euphoric; bouncing and moaning and screaming. Dwayne's moans grew louder as his hips rose up to meet her with increasing intensity. Looking straight at me, she smiled again and said between moans, "I thought I could resist, but I have to know what it's like." 

"Wha-?" I began, but before I finished the question, her hand moved down to Dwayne's balls and cupped them. At that moment, Dwayne shouted," I'm coming!" and Abbey entered the throws of her fourth, final and most ear-splitting orgasm. As she screamed at the top of her lungs, I watched the base of Dwayne's cock contract once, twice, three times and then a forth; and I knew that at that moment his hot cum was jetting into my wife's unprotected pussy. 

As her own orgasm abated, Abbey continued to move slowly up and down on Dwayne's cock, milking a last few small contractions from it. Breathing hard, Abbey lifted off Dwayne's cock and his hot white jizz spilled from her pussy. She grabbed a rag and wiped him down, then she handed him his $500. He pulled up his pants, smiled at me and was gone. 

Thank you for considering my story. I look forward to hearing that Dwayne has been fired in response to this unacceptable behavior. 

*****

Dear Sir, 

We are sorry to inform you that our file systems allow us to record only one review per employee visit. Your wife has already filed a glowing review of Dwayne, and scheduled further appointments for next week. However, your story has been circulated throughout the company as an example of poor house visit behavior and I am sure this will serve as an adequate deterrent of such behavior in the future. At this time, we are unable to process your request further. 

Regards, 

ACME Closets Incorporated, HR Department.



Personal Constitution



Where the hell does one start with an essay on the First Amendment? Does anyone really understand just how big and complicated of an issue this has really become? How does one write anything on this subject without coming across as just being belligerent, or just sounding like some sort of history scholar or a dictionary-reading dweeb, or just as someone trying to uphold one side of a debate or another?

The answer: You don't...

The First Amendment reads: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

There's the rules right there. 

Congress shall make no laws respecting my religion or my freedom to exercise my religion. But our elected officials sure have managed to pick one religion and run with it, haven't they? But apparently, these days, not having any religion is perfectly okay to be verbally stoned in public for.

Congress shall not abridge my freedom of speech. Unfortunately that only states that Congress shall make no law abridging the freedom of speech. The First Amendment doesn't say anything about the President or the House of Representatives abridging the freedom of speech.

The Press is laughable to say the least. Show me a news agency that doesn't offer up editorials in some way shape of form that also reflects the views and attitudes of those who own the media. No, the press is not supposed to be abridged by Congress, but their own owners abridge them nonetheless.

The right to peacefully assemble in protest and petition the government for a redress of grievances; Congress shall make no laws respecting that either, but they won't make a law stopping the local militia from rubbing pepper spray into the eyes of those assembling peacefully in an effort to get them to retreat and disperse. And the process of petitioning the government has become such a long and drawn out process that by the time a good reason for doing so reaches the eyes of the proper elected or appointed officials, the damage has probably already been done.

So, again I ask, how does one write anything on this subject without coming across as just being belligerent, or just sounding like some sort of history scholar or a dictionary-reading dweeb, or just as someone trying to uphold one side of a debate or another?

The answer is still: You don't...

This is where the individual citizen has to step up and re-establish the path that the founding fathers began. The men and women who started this country and played the most vital roles in our nation becoming free from the oppression of a monarchy, did so without The First Amendment, or even The Constitution backing them up. They rose up as individuals, sparse from one another at first, few in numbers though that would not last, and unknowing if anyone else would stand with them. They made the decision to risk what little they had sweated and bled to create in a new land; they made the decision to risk not only their own lives, but possibly also the lives of their kin, their spouses, and their children. They were individuals who led lives as everything from seamstresses to foundation owners, common townspeople to people who were appointed under the monarchy.

Every single action taken by every single man, woman and child in an effort to rip themselves away from the monarchy was deemed as treason in the highest and punishable by death in any number of horrible ways. Yet they stood anyway.

Even when the Declaration of Independence was written and signed, those signers of the Declaration weren't just putting their names on a sheet of paper. They were exercising a new and dangerous right while standing up as representatives of the people, and putting their own lives at the forefront of all others that stood with them. That was 1776 and The Constitution of the United States was not to be written until 1778, with The First Amendment being added in 1789.

So one more time I will ask, but with a complete answer to follow: How does one write anything on this subject without coming across as just being belligerent, or sounding like some sort of history scholar or a dictionary-reading dweeb, or just as someone trying to uphold one side of a debate or another?

The answer is still: You don't, but instead you decide to hold true to your beliefs, live knowing that you are free to express yourself while being prepared for any positive or negative consequences from your expressions. Knowing that you hold freedom of speech and expression true to your mindset and lifestyle, you should only apologize for your speech and expression should it be made clear that it truly was uncalled for or too extreme in its nature. Be true enough to the freedom of speech to realize that if some of the highest elected officials in the land are incapable of passing laws against The First Amendment, then all other lesser entities (i.e. lesser government officials, corporations, groups and/or entities, individuals, etc.) are also incapable of stopping one from exercising his or her right to freedom of speech, though they will try to justify ways for doing so. We as individuals should give no less consideration to another individual than we would expect from him or her for we are all entitled individually. 

In short, and in consideration of all other examples that could be given here; you don't just talk or debate about your right to freedom of speech, you live it. And if someone tries to stop you from exercising your right to freedom of speech, have the forethought to know when and how it is appropriate to fight that oppression, but fight for it nonetheless! 



Personal Delivery (Her)



This story is also available from HIS point of view, named "Personal Delivery (him)"

*****

I hung up the phone. Ken had just called to make sure I was home for the next hour or two. He was making deliveries in the area and I had ordered several items from the catalogue. My boys had just left for a friend's birthday party and, being a single mom, I had planned to use the time with an empty house wisely- in bed with a toy perhaps. I hadn't been with any guy for months, actually, so I was due for some fun private time.

I grabbed a few stray books and shoes that were lying around and put them away. How long would it be before Ken gets here, I thought, wondering if I had enough time for a round or two while my privacy lasted. Probably. I went upstairs to my room and sat on the bed.

"Why not?" I said aloud to nobody. The pants I was wearing weren't very comfortable, and if Ken arrived sooner than later, it would be an awkward delay before getting to the door if I had to put them back on. I slipped out of them and put on a jean skirt instead, leaving my panties in the laundry. Easy to cover up quickly and get to the door if need be.

I started to get comfortable, grabbing my vibrator from the side table drawer. I closed my eyes and immediately saw Ken's face. I snapped them open again in surprise. Why did I think of him now? It must have been a funny-looking grin that slid across my face. Wouldn't that be interesting, I thought.

Ken and I had been friends for a long time, had the same group of friends. I always thought he was attractive, maybe even boyfriend material, but nothing ever came of it before. I knew he was still single and...certain possibilities started to wander around my mind.

I got up, a little flustered. What was I thinking? He wouldn't want me, would he? I got up and went back downstairs, walked around, checking every part of the house for stuff to put away. I was nervous and it made me want to tidy up, though nothing was out of place. I thought of Ken again...and again. I felt silly.

TV was a good distraction. I liked the show that was on, and a whole hour went by quickly. When the show was over, I flipped through other channels. I hesitated on a romace movie that was playing, right in the middle of a sex scene. My hand went down automatically under my skirt and I started fingering myself gently, imagining that I was the girl in the movie, getting seduced by the handsome co-star.

Then I heard what sounded like a muffled bang from outside. I muted the TV to listen. Another bang...he was here. I hurriedly pulled my skirt back down and grabbed some tissues to wipe off my hand, stuffing them into my pocket afterward. (I loved this skirt!) I took a few deep breaths, hoping to relax before...

The doorbell rang abnormally loudly. I went back to the front door and opened it. "Hi, Ken," I said, and without thinking, "come on in!" I knew he was just delivering, and it was already paid for, so he needn't have stayed, but I wanted to see him for a minute.

"Hello," he said politely, and handed me a large bag of Tupperware I'd ordered. "You have a nice collection of new stuff, I think you'll enjoy it!"

"Thank you!" I said in a slightly higher voice than normal. "I'm so excited!" Oh, that sounded lame. I took the bag from him and turned quickly in case I was blushing, then decided to put it into the kitchen to look through later. I was excited, yes, but he thought I meant about the delivery. I could feel his eyes on me as I had my back turned, so I swung my hips a little more than usual. I dropped the bag on the counter and came back to the door. Ken was leaning on the small shelf by the door, looking like he was trying to be casual despite feeling nervous. Did he notice me? I watched his face as I came back.

"So...why is it so quiet in here?" he asked somewhat stiffly. He glanced over my shoulder for a moment. I told him about the boys being away at the friend's birthday party.

"It's been nice having the house to myself, nothing to do," I commented. "Anyway, it will be loud again in another two hours or so." I gave a quick laugh. He glanced around the room for a moment as I thought to myself, 'I could make it loud again with you, if you want, gorgeous'. I was still looking at him when he looked back at me. I faltered and the wind went out of me.

"S-So," I stammered, trying to recover from my momentary fantasy, "how many more bags do you have to deliver?" I stood stiffly not sure what answer I was hoping for. Could this be for real?

"Oh...uh..yours was the last, actually." he said and he jingled the keys in his hand. My heart skipped a beat. Was there a chance? "I'm heading home from here," he finished, flashing a smile that was meant to be polite, but I could see that he was hiding something. He cheeks turned the slightest pink. Was he thinking what I was thinking?

I thought furiously on how to keep him here, willing to grab any chance to get him to stay. "Well, can I get you a lemonade? It's a good day for it," I blurted. What was I saying? I began to get embarrassed and I felt blood rush to my face. It was time to be forward. "Ken, um..." I started, but choked. I wanted to kiss him so badly that I automatically went to take a step forward, but stopped just as suddenly. My heart started pounding and I felt short of breath. Ken's eyes dropped to my chest for a split second, then he looked away again.

He stopped leaning on the shelf and went to put down his keys on it instead. 'He is staying! Oh my god, he is staying!' I rushed forward and flung my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. When our lips touched, I realized how hungry I was for him. We kissed passionately for a few glorious moment. I needed more.

I took his hand and led him to the living room, but it felt like he was resisting for a moment. Maybe I needed to take it slow. There were two couches in the living room. The one by the wall was not visible from outside, but the one in front of the window was far more comfortable. I had sheer curtains, but I knew they mostly obscured the view from outside. I didn't care right now. We sat down in the middle of the comfy couch and resumed making out, faster and deeper than before. It wasn't enough!

I straddled him, still kissing, and I tried to undo my shirt buttons. They were tight and I couldn't even get the second button undone, my concentration all put into kissing. Ken must have sensed my disappointment because he took over for me, easily freeing me from those evil buttons. I thought he would go for my bra, but he just started stroking my back under my shirt. Oh, I liked that; he was so gentle and my skin tingled. But I knew I had something more to show off, so I undid the front of my bra and let the girls free.

I undid his shorts button and unzipped him. He was very hard now and I stroked him over his boxers for a little while, just to tease him. But I couldn't wait any longer. I took his chin in my hand and just said "Off!". He obeyed with a grin, quickly freeing himself in a matter of only moments. Boy, was he ready or what?

I grabbed him and lowered myself onto him. I hadn't realized how wet I was until that moment. He slid in all the way instantly, and he gasped. I was just as surprised! "Oh! Hi there!" I said, and we both laughed. I put my hands to his strong shoulders and began easing myself forward and back. He felt so good in me as he moved in an out smoothly.

I changed position, putting my feet up on the couch so I could take my own weight and ride his full length all the way in and out. He must have like it because in a matter of seconds he got rock hard. He swelled inside me. "Wow," I gasped. It stimulated me to go faster, almost subconsciously. "I felt that, sweetie!"

"Wow, yourself! You are amazing!" he blurted. I laughed and kissed him again and went faster. 'God, I'm glad you stayed', I thought. This position was working, stimulating all the right places for me, especially while he was so hard!

I started to concentrate, I was nearly there, right on the edge, 'don't you move, Ken', I thought. I thrust deeper and faster. I could feel myself starting to tighten and I squeezed Ken's shoulders in response. "Oh, yeah, yeah," I breathed, in rhythm with my movements as the entire inside of my body felt like a gathering electric storm, about to unleash itself.

And it did. I couldn't move; I was locked, paralyzed, as the orgasm surged through me, almost more than I could bear. And then Ken started thrusting himself into me, causing echo after echo of tingling tremors. I lost track of the concept of time as he slowly guided me back down to reality. I let out my breath in a moan and lowered myself to his face.

I felt so alive now, and it was his turn. I resumed my rhythm as before, watching Ken intently. His eyes widened and he drew a quick breath. I started to encourage him, "Yeah, baby, go! Fill me up." I wanted to take every drop he could give. "Give it to me!" and I kissed him hard, flicking his tongue with mine. I must go faster...

Ken's whole body started to get tense; he was close, I could tell. "I want to see you cum." I said, "Show me how much you like this!" He was still stroking my back, and I couldn't help but tremble, but I kept pumping for all I was worth. I moved so that my breasts were right in front of his face. He kissed them gently, giving me more shivers with each touch. His head snapped back and he started moaning.

"Ahh...oh...ya!" he breathed. I tried to go even faster and grinned with expectation; I had his full attention.

I whispered to him assuringly, "Yes, I've got you." Oh he was close, I could feel it now. "Come to me". Ken let out half a breath then became completely ridgid for a moment. He took hold of my hips and thrust himself as deep as possible. I felt him cum inside me, warm and full, pulsing over and over. It set me off again too, not as powerfully as before, but enough that my mouth opened involuntarily. I kept riding him, making every moment of this count as he convulsed with pleasure, until he relaxed with a sigh. We each stared into the other's eyes, savoring the delightful moment in time. I fell onto his chest, breathing heavily after the workout. He was still hard in me, so I continued to rock back and forth, prolonging our intimacy as long as possible. I could have stayed like this forever.

But it was finished. Sadly, I sat up and pulled the half-used tissues from my pocket to clean up. Ken turned away for a moment and pulled his shorts back on, but I didn't feel like buttoning up just yet. Besides, my breasts were so perky then, I just had to show them off a bit more. I made sure they were on proper display before he turned around. He came to me, embraced my bare waist and I put my arms around his neck. Ken started to say something but then stopped and just kissed me instead.

"I think we both needed that very bady," I gushed. "I know I did." I held him, putting my head on his chest. I wanted to have him again, and I laughed to myself at what I was going to say. "Maybe I should make another order from you? You'll still deliver it personally, right?" It may have sounded corny, but I didn't care. He was still breathing deeply.

"Yes," he said, "but only when you have the house to yourself, I think." I grinned and nodded excitedly at the flirtatious reply. I assured him that I'd make sure it was and then gave him another big hug. I knew he had to leave, but I suppose we had another encounter to look forward to some other day.

I did myself back up as I watched him get into his car, and then I walked back into the kitchen to look at my new stuff. I noticed a new catalogue at the bottom, stamped with Ken's name and number. I bit my lip unconsciously and started flipping through. I had to decide what would be a good 'excuse' to see Ken again!

*****

I encourage you to read the story from HIS point of view in "Personal Delivery (him)". You may enjoy learning how he experienced this encounter.



Personal Delivery (Him)



This story is also available from HER point of view, named "Personal Delivery (her)"

*****

I was out making deliveries. Maybe some think it's unmanly to be a single guy selling Tupperware, but it was an extra income I could manage. I was at the end of my list, one more bag to deliver. After double-checking the address, I rang the doorbell. This bag was for Sarah. I had known her for a long time, been acquaintances more like, hung out with the same friends and all that, but hadn't seen her for many months.

"Hi, Ken, come on in!" said, as she opened the door for me. I said hello and handed her the bag of product, mumbling something about hoping she liked the stuff. I wasn't sure why I needed to come in; she had already paid for the order. "Thank you! I'm so excited!" she squealed. She took the bag and turned, her straight, light-brown, shoulder length hair tossing as she walked over to the kitchen and placed the bag on the counter top.

I leaned on the shelf beside the door and looked her up and down, as any guy would do, given a subtle chance, especially given that she was pretty much perfect. About three inches shorter than me, she had perfectly proportioned legs and ass that looked incredible in her short jean skirt, and no one would ever suspect that she'd had three kids.

After putting down the bag, she turned back without even bothering to look inside it. I thought that was a little strange. When she had walked back to the door, she looked me straight in the eye silently for only a moment too long. I blinked.

"So, why's it so quiet in here?" I asked, trying to diffuse what felt to me like a very sudden tension. Sarah had three young boys, but it was silent in the house. I could see the TV on in the other room, but the sound was off.

"Oh, the boys are at a friends birthday party." She stroked her cheek with her fingers. "It's been nice having the house to myself, nothing to do. Anyway, it will be loud again in another two hours or so, ha ha."

I looked around; the house was spotless, atypical for a house with three boys and a single mom. I looked back at Sarah. She was still looking me in the eye. Was that a 'look', I wondered. She took a quick breath and exhaled sharply.

"S-So," she stammered as she looked away, "how many more bags do you have to deliver?"

"Oh...erm...yours was the last, actually." My keys jingled in my hand. "I'm heading home from here." I smiled politely, though with great effort, as my heart was starting to jump uneasily. Nothing's going to happen, I assured myself, calm down, nothing like this happens for real. Not for real!

"Well, can I get you a lemonade? It's a good day for it," she said with a hint of pleading, but didn't move a muscle. Sarah took another quick breath and her cheeks started to grow pink. "Ken, um..." she swallowed. She took half a step toward me, then stepped back. Her breathing was obviously out of control now. I couldn't help but glance at her heaving chest, again, perfectly proportioned.

I wondered what to do next. Yes, I wanted this, but it just doesn't ever happen for real. I thought furiously for a moment about what to do. My heart was racing now too...I brought my hand up and set my keys onto the shelf I had been leaning on. It was a signal enough to her. By the time I had set them down, Sarah had closed the distance between us. She reached her hands up and pulled my head towards hers, locking me in the most passionate kiss I'd had in years.

Those few seconds seemed like forever, while we kissed non-stop, gently tasting each other, literally savouring this moment in which we found ourselves locked.

Sarah pulled away, grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the door. I awkwardly kicked off my sandals before following her to the living room. It was a nice wide area, one large couch against the wall, another with it's back to the window, which had sheer, wavy curtains. For a moment I wondered if they were see-though from outside. She pulled me down beside her on the couch against the window and started kissing me again. She must have been holding back before, because I got the distinct impression that she was very hungry, and it was now time to relieve that longing. We kissed deeply, breathing heavily, pulling each other closer and closer.

Sarah swung her leg over and sat up on my lap, facing me. As she started fumbling the top buttons of her shirt, she whimpered slightly in disappointment when she couldn't get the second one undone right away as we continued to kiss. She dropped her hands as I reached up to assist, unbuttoning the remaining (why are there so many buttons!?!), exposing her bright blue bra and her petite torso. I reached in and started stroking her back and she sighed. She sat back slightly, unhooked the front of her bra and let it hang open, revealing her breasts momentarily until she resumed kissing me.

She set to work undoing the button on my shorts, which was no difficult task. I was hard now, very hard. She stroked me through my boxers for a moment. She grabbed my chin, looked me in the eye and commanded, "Off!" I grinned and quickly slipped my shorts and boxers off without delay. Sarah's skirt had flipped itself up, but it was only now that I noticed that she was panty-less already, as she took hold and lowered herself onto me.

I slipped in quickly and gasped. Sarah threw her head back slightly. "Oh! Hi there!" she giggled. She had been so wet with anticipation, it surprised us both. We both laughed. She put her hands on my shoulders and started to rock forward and back, slowly, easing us into the journey, her breasts shuddering slightly as she thrust. I held her thighs lightly, feeling her muscles tense and relax over and over.

Then she put her feet right up onto the couch seat and began bobbing herself up and down, taking my full length all the way in and out. I didn't think it was possible, but I got even more stiff. "Wow," she breathed heavily, starting to go a bit faster. "I felt that, sweetie!"

"Wow, yourself," I gasped, "you are amazing!" She exhaled another laugh and kissed me again, continuing to increase speed. Slowly the smile on her face changed into concentration and I could feel her tighten a little. She bit her lip and continued her steady rhythm for another few minutes.

"y...yeah..." she whispered, thrusting a little faster and deeper. She had full concentration as she bounced up and down. Suddenly, I felt her tighten even more as she gripped my shoulders, almost painfully, and let out a soft "ohhh...ya...ya" between short breaths. It was almost more than I could take without blowing, she looked glorious! Then she held her breath, and got even tighter, and her body shook with delight for longer than I thought possible. She had stopped moving momentarily, so I took over and thrust myself into her quivering body, causing her to shudder over and over again. Finally, she let out her breath in a soft moaning "Oh...h...h...h..." and let herself relax a bit, lowering her face towards mine again.

She continued to pump up and down, slower now, watching me closely, inches from my face. The slight change in angle was very pleasant and extra stimulating, which she must have noticed in my expression. "Yeah, baby, go," she coaxed quietly with a smile. "Fill me up, give it to me." She locked her lips to mine again, flicking my tongue playfully. She was pumping faster again, it was almost time.

I started to tense up and she moved away again to gaze at my face. "I want to see you cum. Show me how much you like this!" she begged.

Ok, relax a bit, I thought. Let it build. I continued stroking her back, and she shuddered and arched her back, continuing her steady rhythm. Her breasts bounced playfully inches from my face. I leaned forward and kissed them softly, they felt so beautifully soft and firm at the same time. And then I couldn't hold on any longer. It was time.

My whole body stiffened. So close. "Ah...Oh...yeah" I panted. Sarah thrust harder and faster, a big smile appearing on her face. She was the only other person in the world right now.

"Yes," she whispered, "I've got you. Come to me". I couldn't hold any longer. It felt like all the energy in my body was collecting in one spot, ready to burst forth. Time slowed down as I went over the edge, past the point of no return. I grabbed Sarah's hips and pushed myself as deep as I would go, filling her up, pulsing over and over. Her mouth hung open, as if in surprise, as she took me, diligently continuing her movements as every muscle in my body writhed in pleasure. We gazed into each others' eyes, drinking in the moment we were sharing. It was pure delight.

We both relaxed and Sarah fell onto my chest, breathing with relief. I put my arms around her again and she curled into my chest. She continued to rock slowly; I was still just hard enough to stay inside her, and the gentle movement prolonged the intimacy for several more long minutes. It was one of those moments I wanted to stay in forever.

Sarah sighed deeply and sat up. It was over. She grabbed some tissues out of her skirt pocket and quickly cleaned up. It took me only a moment to redress. Sarah hadn't bothered to do up her bra and shirt. In fact I thought she had even opened them up a little more in the moments that I had looked away. I stepped to her this time, placing my hands on her bare waist, took a deliberate but quick look at her fine figure. She put her arms around my neck and swayed a little, giving me a cute, satisfied smile.

My mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out. Couldn't think; my mind was still reeling from the encounter. I kissed her again.

"I think we both needed that," Sarah said, "...very badly. I know I did." She pressed herself against me. "Maybe I should make another order from you? You'll still deliver it personally, right?"

I was out of breath, but composed myself and replied "Yes, but only when you have the house to yourself, I think." She nodded enthusiastically, wide-eyed like a kid being offered candy. It was very cute and made my heart jump again.

"I'll make sure of that." She hugged me and sighed. It was time to go, sadly. But then again, if I didn't leave, how could I come back again? I wondered how soon that might be.

I sat in my car for several minutes without realizing I wasn't moving. I laughed at my own absent-mindedness and drove home, looking forward to the time when my phone would ring for another "order".

*****

I encourage you to read the story from HER point of view in "Personal Delivery (her)". You may enjoy learning how she experienced this encounter.



Personal Demon Pt. 01



Callie wakes up and stretches in her bed. The sheets cling to her naked body and touch all her sensitive spots as she stretches her muscles. They ache but it's the good ache you feel after a night of great sex. That would be wonderful if not for the fact that she was alone last night. She looks around her room. Nope, no stranger in sight. No drunken one night stand. No, Callie had sworn off sex for good. 

She closes her eyes and sighs. It was the damn sex dreams again. Her body responds as she remembers the mysterious stranger from her dreams. She could almost feel his hands on her and hear his voice whispering her name in her ear. He called her Calliope and she loved it. He had the sexiest voice she had ever heard. Dark and rich and it reminded her for some reason of butterscotch and whiskey. She repeats to herself her new daily mantra. I will not masturbate today. I will not masturbate today. She doesn't know why she bothers. It never works.

As she ruffles the sheets with her hand she accidentally rubs her hard nipple and it sends a zing of pleasure straight to her core. She forces her legs closed to quell the all too familiar ache. She feels her nightgown crumpled between her legs. How the hell had that come off? She no longer sleeps naked anymore but somehow her clothes come off every night. Her heightened sex drive is starting to worry her. The frustration all day and all night is driving her insane. It's as if she is in heat and soon she won't be able to stop herself from jumping any stranger male or female that is willing. 

Although getting a willing partner was never a problem for her. She was graced with good looks and a lean body from her mother. Her shiny dark hair and green eyes from her father didn't hurt either. She's had some boyfriends but apparently her sex drive was too much for them. It was an embarrassingly short time before she would seek out physical release from another. It was as if something was haywire in her brain and dirty thoughts were always present. It was time to seek out help she decided and would go and see the shaman her friend Kelsey had told her about. 

She couldn't take another sex dream like last night. She feared this might be the death of her because sometimes she ended up with some shady stranger who could fuck her hard up against a wall in some alley. It was hot as all hell and seemed to quench her desire but she feared she might choose the wrong stranger someday. This had to stop.

She glanced at the name and address of the shop in her phone as she walked down Houston street in the village. The shop was called The Sacred Grove. It was a beautiful spring day and the hem of her flowered dress swayed in the cool breeze. She felt the air hit her just right and pleasant tingles went straight up her thighs. She had stopped wearing panties a long time ago since she had to change them several times a day. She would get wet so easily from the slightest thought. Even now she could feel wetness between her legs. She hoped the shaman was male and was in the mood for some sexual healing. where had that thought come from? No sex from strangers she chided herself. 

She stopped in front of the shop and looked up at the sign. There was an unknown symbol a tangle of circles and swirls etched into the wood. She felt her curiosity blossom and peeked in through the window. She could see a man behind the counter with his back facing her. He was busy with inventory it seemed inspecting a shelf of what looked like dried herbs. He had short blonde hair and was wearing a button down white shirt and jeans. She could tell he was fit from the back and she could see his muscles when he flexed his arms to reach for something. He could definitely lift her with those arms and take her right on the counter. Wow she was horny today. Well she thought to herself that's exactly why you're here. 

She opened the shop door and heard the bell above herald her entrance. She loved little shops like this. The man behind the counter turned to look at her and Callie froze. His eyes seared into her and she was mesmerized by the complexity of color in them. Brown with a touch of green and a bit of golden amber in the center. She had never seen anyone with eyes like that and she felt like he could see deep inside her. 

She knew in that instant she had come to the right place for help. Callie realized she had been gawking at him and glanced around the shop pretending she was just browsing. 

"Can I help you?" He asked her. Yes you can definitely help me with something she thought.

Looking directly at the storm in his eyes she answered, "I hope so. I have a problem and a friend told me I could find a shaman here who could help me."

"That would be me." He moved away from the counter towards her and extended his hand. "I'm Kellan. This is my shop."

She took his hand hesitantly and then as her fingers touched his she felt hot electricity tingle up her arm. She tried not to jerk away or pull him much closer. "Hi, I'm Callie."

He grasped her hand in a firm yet tender shake. "Hello Callie." He smiled at her. "I think I can see your problem." He glanced at her hand and let go as if it was very difficult to do so. He quickly locked the front door and turned the sign to closed.

He turned and looked at her intently. "Follow me to the back Callie and let's see what I can do for you." He walked past the aisles filled with exotic ingredients and ritual paraphernalia. 

Callie stood there for a moment dumbfounded wondering what he meant. Not sure what she wanted him to do for her but willing to let him do whatever he wanted she followed him to the back of the store.

The back of the shop looked like his personal ritual space. There was an altar with statues of what looked like pagan goddesses and gods on it. A large pentagram was drawn on the floor with candles all around the exterior. It was a small room that seemed crowded when the two of them entered the sacred space. Callie looked at Kellan in expectation. She felt the air was heavy with something she could not name but it was similar to sitting in a church. Similar but not quite the same. There was so much more. A feeling of awe mixed with arousal. With her problem as she would call it she would often be turned on in inappropriate places. Now she felt that persistent urge but there was no shame here. It was freeing. 

Kellan lit something and the room filled with a heady aroma. It fogged her mind but at the same time cleansed her spirit. Her sexual thoughts seemed almost more focused now and she looked at Kellan with Lust in her eyes. He returned the look and she knew he was fighting his desire. 

Callie pictured him naked with her on all fours . She knew it would feel amazing him taking her from behind. She couldn't stop the images from crossing her mind and she moved closer to him reaching for the button on his pants ." Callie, no," he whispered softly. He was saying no but she knew that he wanted her. 

"Please, Kellan. I need this. I can't fight it. I'm not strong enough." she moaned. She unbuttoned his pants and reached her hand inside. She found him hard and grasped him gently with her hand. This was what she needed . His breathing was heavy and he exhaled in pleasure. His eyes were closed as Callie continued to stroke him. He was so hard and yet the skin was so soft. She loved the feel of him. She needed to make him feel good. Give him pleasure till he could barely stand anymore. He pulled her hips closer to his with his hands on her behind squeezing. She stroked him with two hands now as she watched herself bring him closer to the point of no return. 

In the next moment Kellan grabbed her wrists and backed away. "No Callie, we have to finish the ritual or you will never be rid of him," He whispered as he buttoned up his pants and looked around the room with urgency.

Still lost in the lust haze Callie thought she misunderstood Kellan. "Him?Who?" She wondered if she really wanted to know. Suddenly fear was creeping into her mind and overriding the pent up frustration.

Kellan looked at Callie and a brief flash of pity crossed his face. "Your Demon"



Personal Effects: Dark Arts Review



Review - Personal Effects: Dark Art by J.C. Hutchins and Jordan Weisman

It was only a few days after seeing Paranormal Activity that I was wandering through my local bookstore and stumbled across this jewel in the sci-fi/fantasy section. Still riding the creepy wave of the movie, I picked up this book because it has a unique hook and after starting in on the story, I couldn't put it down. It goes as follows. 

Zach Taylor is an art therapist who works at Brinkvale Psychiatic Hospital a.k.a. "The Brink", a place that is literally a deep hole where the most insane psychos that New York can produce are sent to never see the light of day again. Zach, however, is a man who believes in his work and genuinely tries to help his extremely disturbed patients find some peace despite the fact that none of them has a chance of leading a normal life again.

After using his talents to help solve a years old murder, Zach's supervisor assigns him to the new and high profile case of Martin Grace. Accused of a horrific murder and suspected in many more, Martin is sent to Zach to determine if he is fit to stand trial or if his lawyers can get him off with an insanity plea.

This simple assignment quickly becomes a full blown obsession, one which will turn Zach's life inside out and threaten to destroy him. Martin Grace is a master manipulator and is able to tear Zach apart piece by piece within moments of their first meeting. Zach's father, William, is the New York district attorney prosecuting Martin's case and he is demanding that Zach give the assignment to someone else. His grandmother has also just passed away and her passing has awakened dark family secrets that he never suspected.

At the center of it all is the Dark Man, the Inkstain, the creature Martin Grace claims is the real killer who has used him to choose its victims for years. In spite of Zach's skepticism, he will discover that there are things in this world that cannot be explained by science, logic and reason. As the secrets unfold and a black history stained with blood is revealed, Zach must face his deepest terrors in order to save his patient, the people he loves most, and even himself.

The thing that really got my attention at first was the "personal effects" part. The book is made like a case file and has a pouch on the front cover that contains items which relate to the character of Martin Grace: a driver's license with the man's creepy picture, various personal documents, letters, photographs and other items that are revealed in the story itself but add depth because it allows the reader to see these things as if they were taking part in the investigation. There are also phone numbers you can call and websites you can visit that help expand the world in which the story is told.

None of it is truly compelling or necessary to understand what's going on, but it adds a nice flavor and extra depth to things that aren't fully revealed in the book. As a side note, if you do decide to give this book a try I would highly recommend not looking at all of the personal effects that are included until you've read the story. The items will all be revealed in due time and if you look at them all at once it will spoil some of the surprises that will come later on.

The story is told from a first person view by Zach, a sensitive young man who ignores traditional methods and thinks outside the box when it comes to helping his patients. He also has a serve case of nyctophobia, fear of the dark, which confronts him at nearly every turn and threatens to overwhelm him in his search for answers. 

Opposite of Zach is Martin Grace, a ghost of a man who is Zach's enemy as much as he is his patient. He is cold and cruel and his talent for reading people is truly extraordinary due to the fact that he is blind. This blindness is psychosomatic, meaning his eyes are perfectly healthy but his mind has shut them off in order to keep the Dark Man from finding more targets. In spite of his claims that he did not kill any of his alleged victims, Martin seems hell bent on accepting responsibility for their deaths, a fact which further hinders Zach's efforts.

Drawn into the nightmare are Zach's hot, pro-gamer girlfriend Rachel, his parkour enthusiast younger brother Lucas, and his domineering father William. The devotion and faith that Rachel and Lucas have for Zach runs deep, evidenced again and again by their willingness to help him in his search for the truth, even if that includes doing things that run from the questionable to the downright unethical and illegal. Zach, in turn, does everything he can to protect them from the mounting dangers.

Zach has no less love for his father, William, in spite of his father's heavy handed tactics that come from a life of prosecuting New York's criminals. However, the patriarch of the Taylor family is driven by a crusade of his own to destroy Martin Grace and in order to protect his son he pulls every string he can to have Zach removed from the case while working to keep buried secrets that connect his son and Martin in ways Zach couldn't imagine.

This story is little slow to start into the serious action. However, I realized that this was simply to build a false sense of security and normality, because by the forth chapter the rug gets pulled out from under you. After that, the momentum builds more and more until you simply can't stop reading because you want to know what happens next, even if you might be scared to look.

This book appealed to me in the same way that Paranormal Activity did, because both deal with things that you can't see and you can't fight with your fists but which have the ability to fuck with you mind and body and who want to do everything they can to instill absolute terror in you before they kill you. And they will. This book was scary, making me not want to go into places that weren't very well lit and wondering if that movement in the corner of my eye was something sent to tear me apart and devour my soul.

At least, that's how it was for me. Your mileage may vary.

Read this book if you like: Murder mysteries, conspiracies, hidden secrets, puzzles, being scared of the dark, monsters in the shadows



Personal Interviews



It was a warm summer night just right for having a quiet drink after work. Sitting outside the local with a few of the guys and girls we were chatting about interviews as two new supervisor posts had come up at work and as the manager I was being grilled on what was the best way to impress during interviews.

The guys were complaining that the girls had an advantage by dressing up for the boss; the girls were moaning that they were never taken seriously. Rashid and Emma were getting worked up with each other so to lighten the mood I suggested they let me run mock interviews after they got another round of drinks in.

Some of the others said they had to head off home so that left four of us for the interviews. Emma suggested going to her flat instead of staying at the pub as she only lived two roads away and had beer and wine in the fridge left over from the previous weekend. I agreed and so did Joanne but Rashid said he best go home to his wife as it would not be right to go to an unmarried woman's home. We left him to it and walked around to Emma's flat and ordered a couple of pizza's on the way.

Emma's flat was on the ground floor with access to a shared garden at the back through French windows. We took the pizza and beers out to the patio and I asked who I was interviewing first. Emma said she would go first as she had home advantage but wanted to change into her interview outfit. Emma left to go to her bedroom while Joanne and I drank our beers. 

Joanne was twenty-six and had been married for the last two years but her husband worked shift work and she was always complaining she never saw him, so she wanted to get one of the supervisor roles and the increased salary so that he could get a job working normally hours. Joanne was about 5' 5' and slim with a nice pair of 32D breasts. I had heard most of the guys discussing her ample chest but none of them had ever got anywhere with her and thought she was quite prudish. 

Emma was twenty-two and more outgoing and although she was heavier she was about 3" taller than Joanne and had a well proportioned 34D chest and great backside which all the guys wanted to grab hold of. Emma flirted and went on nights out with the guys but had never gone out on dates with them saying she didn't mix business with pleasure.

Emma came back about ten minutes later wearing a skirt cut just above the knee but tight fitting across her rear and with a low cut blouse showing of a purple bra underneath. It was difficult to tell if she had stockings or tights on but either way she caught me by surprise. Joanne looked at her and said she was being unfair as she didn't have an outfit to change into, although I thought she looked great in her jeans and t-shirt. Emma laughed and said she was welcome to try on some of her clothes while I conducted the first interview. 

Joanne disappeared into Emma's bedroom and Emma sat down opposite me and crossed her legs showing a lot of thigh to me and a hint of lacy stocking top. She saw me looking and smiled so I said maybe she was out to prove Rashid right. She replied that how did she know it would work as the interviewer may be happily married or gay. I said I was happily married but was still impressed, she smiled and said she "I hoped you would say you were gay". 

I took another sip of beer and started the interview by asking her why she wanted to be a supervisor and what she could bring to the role. Emma replied that she felt that she had all the necessary skills and was looking to further her career with the company she leaned forward while answering giving me a better look at her cleavage. I asked how she would cope with the increased responsibility and asked how far she would be prepared to go to fulfil management demands. 

Emma thought for a second and after taking another sip of her beer said with a smile she would go as far as a blow-job but wouldn't swallow. This made me gag on my beer and I nearly choked while laughing out loud. 

Just then Joanne returned wearing one Emma's summer dresses which buttoned down the front but with the top two buttons undone showing off her lacy white bra cups. Joanne seemed upset that we were laughing when she arrived so I explained what Emma had just said and she said "Well I don't mind swallowing but I wouldn't be an arse licker!" I immediately collapsed in laughter again saying "Well I would give both of you jobs if you can work as a team like that!".

Emma looked at Joanne and said "I never thought you were that liberated", Joanne replied "and I never thought you needed to use these" as she produced two latex dildos from behind her back, one 8" vibrating one and a 12" black one. Emma turned crimson saying "Well everyone gets lonely sometime". 

I said "This is getting too much for an old man to handle" and Joanne said "this black is enough for me". I felt more than just a stirring in my groin and said "I think I need the small boys room" as I stood up Emma said "hopefully not too small". I left to have a pee as the girls laughed about the dildos. 

I was unsure where this was leading as I returned to the patio and had persuaded myself to make a move home before embarrassing myself in front of the girls. Emma turned to me with the black dildo in her hand and said would I like her to show her commitment to the role before I could speak she opened her mouth and began sucking the 12" latex cock into her throat.

Joanne giggled and started rubbing her nipples through her dress with the vibrating dildo and patted the seat next to her for me to sit down. Joanne then told me to shut my mouth as I was gaping at the girls or she would shove the dildo in it. 

I sat down and started to rub my hardening cock through my trousers, the girls both laughed at me and Joanne said "I bet you have never interviewed two nymphomaniacs at the same time before", I replied that if I had known what they were like I would have had them in the office sooner. Emma stopped sucking the black dildo long enough to say if I had asked she would have been on her knees whether there was a promotion or not. 

Joanne said she had always wondered what it would be like to shag her boss and had always fancied me because I was so laid back but thought I might be "too married" to respond. My cock jumped as I watched Emma lick the big black dildo and Joanne slid her hand over the bulge in my trousers. She gently pulled down my zip and pushed her hand inside as I reached across and started to fondle her breast. 

Emma came over and sat next to me and started to unbutton my shirt and trousers, I undid the buttons of Joanne's dress and she stopped rubbing my cock long enough to stand up a let the dress fall to the floor. Emma leant over to me a kissed me full on the lips and started probing my mouth with her tongue. Joanne's hand came back to my cock this time she pulled it from my pants and started wanking me, Emma looked down at my hard cock and then slid down to her knees and took the bulging head into her mouth.

Joanne started rubbing the back of Emma's head gentle pushing her further on to my twitching cock. I slipped my hand inside Joanne's bra and pinched and rolled a hard nipple between my fingers, Joanne moaned and started kissing me deeply. Emma continue to suck and rub my cock then with her free hand she slid up Joanne's thigh and began rubbing her mound through her white cotton panties. 

Joanne's moans got loud as I pushed a hand into Emma's blouse and pulled out one of her huge tits. Emma's fingers pressed harder on Joanne's now wet panties and forced them into her pussy. Joanne pressed her face to mine and started to shudder as the first tremors of an orgasm spread through her body. 

Emma stopped sucking my cock to watch Joanne cumming she leant towards Joanne's convulsing body and began kissing her stomach slowly moving down to her panties. She pulled them to the side to expose Joanne's neatly clipped pubic hair and then pushed her tongue roughly over her clitoris making Joanne squeal with pleasure and then start gasping for air.

My cock was throbbing so hard now I had to find release so I stood and pulled the rest of my clothes off and positioned myself behind Emma whose tongue was still flicking over Joanne's mound. I lifted Emma's skirt and began rubbing my cock up and down her purple silk covered arse crack. Emma shifted back to press against my cock and lifting her head long enough to say "fuck my pussy now!" 

I pulled her flimsy knickers down to her knees and pushed into her wet slit she gasped as I entered and then moaned as I slowly pumped in and out trying to hold back the rising tide of cum. Her pussy muscles held my throbbing erection tightly and after only a few more strokes I withdrew and started spurting thick strings of cum between Emma's arse cheeks. 

I rubbed my semi-hard cock between her cheeks as more cum leak over her puckered ring Emma moaned loudly and pushed her arse back to me say "rub your cock on my ring, finger my arse". I rubbed cum on my index finger and gently pushed it inside Emma's tight hole, she pushed back again as I began rotating my finger and opening her up. 

Joanne had recovered from her orgasm and had moved down to Emma's face and was gently kissing and caressing her. Joanne picked up the vibrating dildo and switched it on and pushed it towards Emma's pussy I pushed another finger into her arsehole as Emma began to tense up as an orgasm built inside her. 

My cock was beginning to get hard again which surprised me as I hadn't recovered so fast in years. Emma was moaning louder now and thrusting back against my fingers I slipped them out and put my now hard cock against her arsehole and she pushed back again saying "please fuck my arse". 

I hesitated as this was a fantasy of mine and had tried to persuade my wife to have anal sex but she always refused to even let me finger her hole. Then I pushed forward and the head of my cock entered Emma's ring which made her scream and beg for more. I pushed again and was fully in and then slowly began pumping her as she cried out as she orgasmed strongly. 

Joanne looked fascinated as Emma took my cock up her arse she wriggled beneath Emma's dripping pussy to get a closer look at my cock sliding in and out. Joanne raised her head to Emma's pussy and started work on her swollen clitoris this sent Emma wild and she orgasmed again and again before slumping forward. 

My cock slipped out of her arse and she rolled to one side to get her breath back. Joanne immediately turned over and got on all fours and pushed her pussy back towards me she said "my turn for cock now!" and I pushed inside her. We started frantically thrusting in and out and I started circling her arsehole with my thumb and she moaned "push it up my arse". 

We continued to fuck with my thumb feeling my thrusting cock though the thin skin between her pussy and arsehole. As I felt my cum rising I started to withdraw by Joanne gripped me hard and squealed "cum inside me, I want your sperm in my cunt now" at this I exploded inside her and felt my cum shooting out of my cock again and again. 

Eventually I slipped out of Joanne and rolled to one side between Emma and Joanne who having cum so much earlier need more stimulation on her numb clitoris, she picked up the vibrating dildo and brought herself off while Emma and I watched.

The three of us realised we were still out on the patio stark naked so we hastily picked up our clothes and went into Emma's bedroom to rest and contemplate what we were going to do to each other next. 



Personal Jesus



No, I really don't feel guilty about the whole thing. Actually, I think I performed a public service--I mean, I know better than to expect a medal or anything, but at least someone should acknowledge that I was right and that they were wrong. If it hadn't been me, it would have been someone else, and the whole thing could have gone far worse. Those people should thank me, really. Besides, they started it.

That's why I came to you in the first place--I wanted to tell my side of things. Everyone's saying this was a "malicious assault on the Christian faith", perpetrated by "secular zealots"...they don't know the first thing about me. I don't hate religion; I don't subscribe to any organized faith myself, but I do not hate any religion, full stop. Whatever anyone wants to believe, I'm fine with that so long as it makes them happy--so long as they don't involve me. If the Amish don't want to wear buttons, I won't make them; but I don't expect them to come into my house and tell me to turn off the computer and go raise a barn, either.

Well, they say it didn't start out that way. I never really trusted them. It's one of my fundamental rules: Never trust any organization with a really innocuous name. 'Institute for Promoting Christian Living'. It's one of those names nobody can ever argue with, right? Nobody's about to say, "I'm against Christian living," and so they get away with all sorts of shit that nobody else could, because who wants to criticize something with such a nice-sounding name? Mark my words, whenever someone gives a really bland name to their organization, it's so they can get away with shit.

And I think it helps if your goals are really crazy, too. I mean, here's an organization dedicated to creating a world theocracy and replacing all the principles of secular government with those of the Christian faith (and which Christian faith would that be, exactly? There's something like thirty thousand of them.) And nobody pays any attention, because that's fucking insane. Their internal documents got posted to the World Wide Web, and all it did was make everyone write them off as nutcases. Except for the people who agreed with them, of course. They all signed up for the fucking newsletter.

Mind you, just because everybody wrote them off as nutcases, that isn't to say that they weren't nutcases. I think it's important to remember that for all the really smart people they had working for them, they were still a bunch of absolute batshit crazies. That's what made them so dangerous. Normal crazy people? Fairly dangerous. Smart crazy people? Very dangerous. Brilliant crazy people? Well, even the people who disagree with what I did saw where it was all heading.

Oh, no, it was definitely brilliant. I won't take that away from them. Incompetent execution, but a brilliant concept. A microchip coded to interact directly with the human brain? Brilliant. An artificial intelligence version of Christ? Brilliant...well, it could have been brilliant. I saw the raw code, remember. It used the Bible as a basis, but I think it was a bit too Old Testament to really be Jesus. The program was brilliant, though. The application? Scary, slipshod, and dangerous, but brilliant. Didn't care much for the name they gave it, though. The 'Personal Jesus'. Every time I heard it, I got that Depeche Mode song running through my head.

When I first heard about it, I'll admit, I just thought it was kind of amusing. I didn't have a problem with it back then; I figured that it was something only a crazy religious person would get. Outpatient surgery, permanent scarring, and for what? So you could constantly hallucinate a computerized version of Christ that told you whether you were behaving morally or not? Good Lord, I thought. Who would possibly want something like that?

I really, really, really should have known better. Everyone wants something like that. Maybe not that specifically, of course. I don't think that the Dalai Lama really wants Jesus in his skull. But everyone wants to be told what to do. It makes life easier, doesn't it? Nobody really wants to take responsibility for their actions. It's a big, scary world out there when you have to think for yourself, and there's always the chance you could fuck it up. But with a Personal Jesus in your head, then it's never your decision and it's never your fault. Jesus told me to. I was just following orders. You can just drift along through life and be happy, because Christ handles all the tough decisions. No wonder it sold so well.

Of course they said it wasn't brainwashing. If they'd said it was brainwashing, nobody would have gone for it. It's not much of an ad campaign, is it? "Get brainwashed by our skull implant! Guaranteed to be one hundred percent irresistible or your money back!" Not quite as catchy as, "Hear advice straight from the Lord's mouth!" But it was brainwashing, whether they intended it to be or not. It didn't just look like Jesus or sound like Jesus. It interacted with your temporal lobe directly. You believed it was Jesus. You couldn't not believe it was Jesus. And who's going to argue with the Son of God when he's standing right there? When he's always there, always watching you, telling you to obey him or be damned to hell for all eternity? No wonder the marriage rate skyrocketed in the Bible Belt. Mom and dad can't always keep an eye on the kids, but Jesus knows when you're slipping it to your girlfriend in the backseat. After about a week of blue balls, practically every guy with a chip was ready to propose.

You couldn't disbelieve him, either. They made very sure of that. After all, it'd be blasphemy to make a version of Christ that people didn't trust. An unassailable voice of perfect authority, always watching you, telling you what to do in words you couldn't disbelieve. If that's not brainwashing, then what the fuck is?

It might have been inadvertent, I suppose. They might not have intended it to do all that; I did say they were pretty slipshod. But I think it was deliberate. If it wasn't, why allow for wi-fi? Who's going to need to update the Word of God?

But even then, you have to understand, I didn't care. I want to make that very, very clear. I wasn't secretly plotting against them, I wasn't a pervert with an ulterior motive, and I didn't have any kind of anti-religious agenda. If they convinced a million, or two million, or even ten million people to put chips in their head, I didn't care because it was their choice. Ten million bloody stupid people, I thought, but hell, more than that bought Spice Girls albums. I did feel sorry for the kids whose parents signed them up for a Personal Jesus, though. They didn't have a choice. Looking back, I think that's when I started paying serious attention to the whole thing.

But they hadn't crossed any sort of Rubicon, even then. I was still able to quite happily go through my life without having to deal with any chip-heads, and that meant that they could quite happily go through their lives without dealing with me. Live and let live, that's my motto. It was when they started getting political that it started to really bug me. I never thought I'd feel sorry for any politicians, but...

Well, it's a tough argument to refute, isn't it? You insist that you're a moral, God-fearing candidate who wants to do the right thing for America, and suddenly there's someone at the town hall meeting asking, "If you really want to do the right thing, why don't you have a Personal Jesus? Do you not want Jesus watching you? What are you hiding from Christ? What are you hiding from the American people?" And suddenly, you're stuck. Either you have to get a chip in your head, or else the other candidate will and everyone votes for him. When one side is claiming unimpeachable moral authority, it kind of makes it hard to argue the other side.

And then you had all those politicians going to Washington, all with chips in their heads that told them that people with chips in their heads were more trustworthy and more decent and just plain better--and remember, I saw the code. It was in there. Anyone with a Personal Jesus was a Member of the Faith, with capital letters right inside your skull, and could be trusted in all things. The ultimate cult mentality, complete with a little wi-fi transmitter that made sure you knew who was in and who was out. Is it any wonder they started voting in a bloc?

Then came the bill. It got defeated the first time--they didn't have the numbers then, not yet, but I read the writing on the wall. Another few elections, and it was bound to pass...and then it would be the law of the land, mandatory Personal Jesuses for everyone. That was when I decided to get involved. I wasn't about to wait around for the Supreme Court to rule on that one, not with two justices already having their own Personal Jesus. (Someone to hear their prayers...sorry. Like I said, that stupid song...)

Honestly, the scary thing was how easy they were to hack. I mean, to some extent it's because, all false modesty aside, I'm really clever and this is what I do for my entertainment. I test security systems to find their weaknesses. As I said, I consider it to be a public service; if I can find a hole in your firewall, then someone else can too. A lot of hackers are actually very civic-minded people, in our own way. Again, not that I expect a medal or anything.

But the Personal Jesus...the wi-fi was almost totally unsecured, and the encryption was a joke. I think they really expected that any potential hacker would be daunted by the sheer complexity of the code; they'd invented an entire new computing language to interface directly with the human brain, and I'm sure they thought nobody but them would be able to reprogram it. Or maybe they just thought that everyone would have a chip in their brain telling them not to try. Let's just say I suspect that some of the higher-ups at the Institute had a much less rigorous Jesus than the rank-and-file.

But whatever they thought, they were wrong. It was terrifyingly easy to reprogram the Personal Jesus, and the wi-fi made it terrifyingly easy to propagate those changes along the entire network. One Jesus told the other to tell another to tell another, until the new version of the software was everywhere within minutes. Again, they might insist that it wasn't deliberately designed to brainwash whole populations, but whether it was intentional or not, they clearly made it very easy to do so. I proved that, didn't I?

Personally, I think they're all a bunch of whiners. Frankly, I feel that I did my job with an almost surgical precision; I wanted to convince everyone that mandating Personal Jesuses was a mistake, and I did exactly that...with exactly zero fatalities. I could have done a lot worse to them if I'd wanted; they couldn't disbelieve anything the Personal Jesus told them, after all. I could have made them commit murder or suicide, if I'd wanted. Compared to that, telling them all that Jesus wanted them to be kinky pansexual exhibitionists seems pretty mild. I even made sure that Jesus advocated safe sex, which is more than most religions have.

I will admit, though, that I found it funny. Well, how could I not? Turning on C-SPAN and seeing "House Resolution 412: Government offices to be clothing-optional," proposed by a naked politician and cheerfully applauded by his naked co-sponsors? Flipping to Fox News and seeing the anchors discuss proper spanking technique, as demonstrated on the former governor of Alaska? (Which they seemed to know pretty well, by the way; I guess they must have had some experience before they installed their Personal Jesus.) Frankly, I was a little bit sad when it was time to finally switch them all off.

Well, of course, you know the rest. Once everyone came to their senses and realized what--or more accurately who--their Personal Jesus had made them do, that was pretty much it for any plans for mandatory chippings. Most people couldn't line up fast enough to get the thing out of their heads, and they had their lawyers on speed-dial almost before they got out of the operating room. I know the Institute is trying to spin it as the work of terrorists, but that's why you shouldn't slander a computer hacker. I leaked the source code and the design specs all over the Internet. Everyone with half a brain can tell what it was made for. I suspect they're going to be in more than a little legal trouble.

Me? Oh, I'm not worried. I cover up my traces quite well, thanks. You can feel free to let the FBI look at your computer, by the way. There's nothing incriminating about these chat logs. I will happily retire to my quiet home, secure in the knowledge of a job well done, and spend a little personal time with my girlfriend. Once she gets back from the hospital, of course--she's getting a chip put in. Seems she saw the way some of those people behaved, and she got a little bit hot and bothered by the idea of being brainwashed into becoming a pansexual kinky exhibitionist. So long as I was the one doing the brainwashing, that is.

And who am I to argue? As I've said all along...whatever you want, so long as it makes you happy. And believe you me, I intend to make her very happy indeed.

THE END



Personal Magic Wands



My wife was the one that discovered how our latest toy could be used for men, demonstrating how a 'U' collar attachment was perfect for using on a stiff shaft. Thus introducing me to the overwhelming power of magic wand vibrators, which did not take long to leave me gasping, cumming uncontrollably that first time.

Since then, she has remained very loyal to her first magic wand, allowing me to use the other one, which had only been bought as a backup to begin with, as it is very difficult to find such toys where we live.

And they are utterly addictive, providing unstoppable pleasure. Making experimenting with them a bit hard, as the pleasure sweeps away any ability to think. My wife is completely content with just getting off straightforwardly, tip on clit, for 20 or 30 minutes. I'm a bit different, in part because it is impossible for me to ride repeated orgasms the way she does.

I'll admit to a bit of a fetish about taking pictures of her masturbating with a vibrator, tempered by the reality that good pictures are only remembrance and happenstance. Mainly due to my own horniness getting in the way, even as technical hindrances involving batteries have become more common.

Taking a day off from work provided the opportunity for us to indulge our various interests. She slept in till 10am - coming downstairs, nipples crinkled in the cool air, and beckoned me upstairs with a few flicks of her finger. The necessary arrangements of cables and towels had already been done, both vibrators at hand.

I'd explained my idea the day before, when she was playing with my nipple as I jacked off. It was pretty simple, in outline. After getting really wet from cumming, she would put a vibrator on my cock as it pressed against her clit. This took a bit of effort as I stroked, with the predictable result that it became easier to talk about what I hoped to do.

Not necessarily more coherent, of course, though the idea was fundamentally basic, with just a couple of elements. 'Hot pussy .. press my cock .. vibrator. Where it feels .. feels .. hot slit. Then take .. pictures .. playing .. vibrator.'

After talking about it a bit more, while rubbing my nipple, she agreed, repeating the sequence back to me, making my incredibly horny. She is not really a fan of a camera's flash, especially when she is concentrating on cumming, but she does indulge me - for more than 15 years, at this point.

In the present, following her upstairs, I'd made sure the camera was in hand and ready. She dove back under her blanket, presenting a bit of a challenge. 

The first pic was taken after slipping her bottoms off, moving the floral patterned fabric into a frame of her bush.The scent was wonderful, though she quickly moved, muttering about cold air. Having taken at least one potentially artistic picture, it was time to indulge in more hardcore pleasures. Reaching over, I grabbed the waiting vibrator, bringing it across the bed, then sliding it underneath the blanket.

Making her complain about how cold the toy was against her skin. Gently suggesting she should be the one to hold it, pointing out that it would take very little time for things to get much hotter. I turned it on, giving it to her and reaching for the camera. The next couple of shots were uninspired as photography, in part because focusing on her naked body had made me hard, reducing my ability to concentrate on mundane matters.

Being distracted by stroking, I let the camera down as she began to masturbate in front of me. 

The switched on wand only takes a couple of seconds after touching her to turn her into its willing servant. The changes to her pussy are primal, and irresistible. Watching her get wet, outer lips darkening and growing, glistening pink skin exposed and sexy. Her toes tightened as her legs began to quiver, her first orgasm taking maybe a minute.

Picking up the camera, I saw that the battery light was blinking. About par for the recent course, it seems. Moving her toy briefly, I took a couple of quick shots, trying to capture her turned on pussy's state before the vibrator returned to its accustomed place. Her moans were soft but unmistakable, as she began to seriously pleasure herself.

I turned the camera off, stretching my left finger towards her pulsing ass, jacking off while teasing her. She tolerates picture taking, but only willingly allows her ass to be touched when she is really horny, and even then, only in the right mood. Over the years, the best way to ensure that she wants to cum while being fingered is to let my finger just touch the hairs around her ring as she cums. If she moves to have the finger starting touching her slippery skin, she pretty can't stop.

Even at this point, though, I keep my finger from moving deeper. Depending on her motions, that finger might begin circling her anus, especially if her response is to spread her legs, making her pussy and ass even more invitingly accessible. She is beyond inhibition, no longer concerned about being 'dirty' as she cums. Sometimes, the wetness makes it easy for my finger tip to slide deeper, circling her anal ring from the inside, feeling her contractions.

Generally, this sort of game ends after a few minutes, followed by her saying she has used the wand enough. Still holding it right above her clit, waiting for me to give her a reason to cum a couple of more times. Today, I told her having her pussy really wet before my cock felt it would be perfect, so it only took her a couple of seconds to return the wand to her magic button. Her expression became completely sexual again, and unsurprisingly, the sight had brought me to the edge. Repeatedly. 

Turning her vibrator off, legs still spread wide, we switched toys. My cock was not hard, making it a bit easier to organize the next steps. She abruptly turned on the vibrator to its highest setting, placing it against my cock. The sensations were incredible, bringing me helplessly to the very edge of cumming. Knowing that this would only feel better when hard, I begged her to stop. The vibrations really were too much, creating a certain numbing behind that first rush of intensely sexual contact.

Stroking myself while looking down at her spread pussy, the scent was exquisitely sexual. The vibrator off, spending a couple of moments sharing the company of someone who has just cum - repeatedly. Whose wet cunt lips were spread just by the tip of my cock, her hand over mine as I jacked off, almost to the point of orgasm, subtly seduced by how she had changed the rhythm along my shaft. 

Her fingers played with my nipples as I knelt between her legs, my cockhead pressing at the top of her pussy lips. I managed to moan and pick up the vibrator, suggesting she use it on my nipples - 'but only low power .. really.'

The sensation was quite uninteresting. Seeing if it would get better led to a pause in our other activities, lowering the intensity - along with my cock.

Followed by her Lowering the wand, grabbing my fairly flaccid cock with a hand, then placing the vibrator on top of it. She was mashing the collar down, but the vibrations were instantly sexual, making me gasp. She put my throbbing dick between her fingers, and after I begged for her to be a bit more gentle, it became a struggle to not give in to orgasm right then.

Slowly, growing more accustomed to the pleasure, cock still only half hard, she briefly removed the vibrator and turned the power up. Again, its touch made me gasp, utterly helpless, carried along a wave of primal power. And again, though more slowly than last time, the numbing followed.

Barely able to form thoughts, much less words, I asked her to turn it down. Which she did, after stretching my cock out, and running the vibrator from the base to just under my cockhead, making me almost collapse, both hands on the bed supporting me. 

With the power reduced, I became coherent enough to plan ahead - or to remember my previous plans, as by this point, my mind had become entranced by the wand's spell. Straightening, I picked up the camera, placing my horny cock against her cunt. The warm wetness was fantastic, as she positioned the toy in different ways, my cockhead nestling itself in her soft paradise, staying on the edge of cumming. 

Picture taking was difficult, particularly at the most basic level of composition - everything interesting was blocked by the large head of the vibrator. Shifting a bit, it was possible to take a couple of shots, battery light flashing, the flash taking seconds to charge. I still wasn't that hard, but the temptation to cum had become constant.

Having done what I had previously planned, it became time to completely surrender to the vibrator. My wife's hand circled my shaft, moving it against her slipperiness, making me harder. She seemed to be getting hornier, sliding my cock around a particular area, my cock slit feeling the change.

It was incredibly kinky, knowing that her clit was pushing inside my cock slit, the vibrator turning us both on.

Words like 'Don't .. stop .. fuck yeah .. in my cock .. kinky slut .. toy lover slut' poured from me, my wife squeezing her eyes shut tightly. Hot cum flooded as orgasm became irresistible. The sensations changing indescribably as semen flowed between us, pushing out against her clit as she pulled me tight, moaning in complete abandon as I felt her own pulsing contractions.



Personal Maid Service



I had quite a delightful surprise in store for him. We had just returned to our hotel room from dinner. As soon as we walked into the room he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his body for a long slow French kiss. I adore the lingering taste of single malt scotch on his tongue. After a few seconds I pulled away but not before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. "I want to freshen up, so give me a few minutes." He didn't miss the mischievous look in my eyes.

"Fine, I'll just check my email." As I turn to walk into the spacious bathroom, he playfully smacks my ass. Before we had left for dinner, I had left a small bag in the bathroom. I quickly stripped off my clothes and pull on my little surprise. I fixed my hair and makeup in the hopes that he'll find me irresistible. Just before leaving the bathroom I step into my black high heels.

I had borrowed a serving tray from the restaurant earlier in the week and stashed a bottle of Glenmorangie...all I needed was ice, which was in the other room. My hand on the doorknob, I took one fortifying deep breath and mentally tried to slip into playful character. I step out of the bathroom with confidence and walked straight to the ice bucket. Luckily, he didn't look up at me.

At the sound of ice hitting the glass, his attention now caught, he glances up but not away. I feel his gaze start at my smoky brown eyes, travel down the front of my partially exposed breasts to my stocking covered legs and settle on my black stiletto heels. I see his lips part as he finally exhales then smiles.

I walk towards where he is seated at the hotel room executive desk. "Your Glenmorangie, sir." I extend the tray towards him as he reaches for the glass. He sits back and sips his scotch, admiring the view. I clasp the tray behind my back with both hands. He gets a good long look at my complete outfit. The black halter top of this sexy little French maid costume pushes my breasts up and together creating some very enticing cleavage.

The fitted waist flares out into a very short skirt that's open in the front. A small sheer apron ties around the waist. A black ribbon with white lace trim collars my throat and wrists. The whole ensemble is complete with matching headpiece. Judging by the bulge in his trousers, he must like what he sees. "Would you like the turn down service?"

"Please, by all means." I set the tray on the edge of the desk and knowing what an impact the back of my costume will have, I slowly turn and walk towards the bed. The rearview is much better than the front. The spilt in the back vees open to show off the Brazilian cut panties with white lace ruffles. On the side of the bed closet to his view, I take great pains to bend at the waist with my legs slightly spread apart.

I pull down the covers making sure to smooth the sheets. I steal a glance over my shoulder and smile as I see him shifting restlessly in his chair. Now, the proper thing to do would have been to walk to the other side of the bed and turn down that side but I thought the display would be much better served with me kneeling on all fours as I reached across to complete my task.

Making sure to do a lot of rocking back and forth as I pretend to struggle pulling the covers down, I finish up by sitting back on my heels and inspecting my work. Knowing full well that this position pulls my panties tightly against my shaved pussy giving quite a tasty view. Finally, I scoot off the bed and straighten the covers one last time.

When I turn to face him I am not at all surprised to see his hard cock in his hand. "Is there anything else I can do for you this evening?" "You sure can honey, come over here, get on your knees and suck my cock." I seductively pout, "Oh sir, I am not sure I am supposed to do that." I start walking towards him. A few feet before I am within his reach I stop, staring at that beautiful hard dick.

The tip is glistening wet and I involuntarily lick my lips just thinking of tasting that sweet head. "Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while. You'll get a really big tip, I promise." "Come over here and suck my dick." I smile and drop to my knees, crawling towards him.

I am so turned on dressed like this, on my knees and his cock sliding between my soft lips. Looking up at him and meeting his intense blue gaze makes me crave his cum in my mouth. I know how much this must feed his ego. He's slouched back in a big leather chair. His navy blue Ralph Lauren shirt still buttoned. His trousers and belt still fastened with just his cock out the fly. Every so often he reaches over and sips his 12 year old single malt.

"MMmmmmm, god I love watching you suck my dick." The Glenmorangies from dinner must be taking effect, he's being talkative. I hear him set the glass on the desk and then feel his hands cradling my head. He's holding me tighter and tighter. I feel his cock at the back of my throat. "Open up baby. I want my cock down your throat." I relax as he holds my head and forces his cock, balls deep into my tight throat.

He groans and slowly pulls back. Only to slide all the way back in again. "That's it honey, swallow my dick." I focus all my attention to letting him fuck me like this. I want him to cum right down my slutty throat. Occasionally, I pull back just trying to breath but I know he's close because he just shoves it back in again.

His hips lift up and he shoves my head down hard impaling my throat and suddenly I hear his strained breathing. I can feel his cock beginning to pulse and warm creamy cum floods my throat. All I can do is moan feeling him fill me this way. When I believe he's sated and done I sit back between his legs. Staying in character, I teasingly ask, "Was that satisfactory, sir?"

"Oh yeah but I'm not done with you yet." He pulls me up and between his legs. I love feeling his hands sliding up and down the outside of my fishnet covered thighs. The back of his hand grazes my cunt. He looks up at me while pulling on my clit. "I bet this pussy is nice and wet." He turns me to face away from him and pushes me to bend over the desk.

He says, "You are such a naughty girl," as he spanks my ass. His hands slide up and over my hips to grasp the waistband of my panties. He slowly pulls them down over my ass revealing my dripping wet cunt. I feel my panties around my ankles as he drops them to squeeze my ass. "Baby, you are so fucking wet. Does it turn you on acting like this for me?" I breathlessly answer, "Yes."

He spanks my ass again. "Yes, what, you hot little bitch." "MMmmm yes, sir." I feel two fingers caress my lips. I groan and spread my legs wider. "Please," I whimper. "Please what?" "Please, lick my pussy." "MMMmmm," he shoves two fingers deep inside me. "You first." He offers me his two fingers coated with my cream. I greedily suck his fingers clean as he watches.

He roughly pushes me down on the desktop. I feel a hand on each ass cheek as he spreads me open. I hold my breath waiting to feel his hot tongue lick me. After what seems like an eternity he finally licks from my wet cunt to my tight little asshole. But not before dipping his fingers in his scotch and coating the soft skin between my cunt and ass. My body jerks when he slaps my cunt. "I'm gonna fuck this sweet little ass again."

He goes back to licking and sucking my cunt. "Would you like that?" "Yes, please anything. I'll do whatever you want just give me that cock." His teeth pull on my lips. "Baby, I will give it you right after you beg me to fuck that ass." I push my cunt into his face. He sucks my whole clit into his mouth. I am so close to cumming. Inside his mouth, his tongue flicks the tip sending me over the edge.

Just as I cum, he gathers the juice from my cunt on his finger and slides it deep in my ass. My whole body trembles cumming harder. I feel him smile against my pussy as he hears me lose control. Sucking my clit away from my body as he pulls back almost makes my legs give but he stands up behind me, pinning me against the desk.

He strips off his clothes as quick as he can. The moment he's undressed his big fat cock plunges in my cunt. "Oh god yes, fuck me." His dick pounds me so hard all I can do is grip the edge of the desk and take the fuck. I am so close to cumming again from his cock hitting that spot deep inside my pussy that makes me nuts.

"Cum for me." His hands dig into my hips. "Cum for me, bitch." His hand spanks my ass. I am pushing back against him...meeting him thrust for thrust. He spanks me again and my cunt explodes in another orgasm. I am spent but he still hasn't cum and I know what he wants.

I suck my fingers getting them nice and wet. I reach back and start to play with my asshole while he watches; his cock still pumping my cunt. When I am relaxed and wet I pull my cheeks apart and look back at him. "Please, please fuck my ass and fill me with your cum."

The head of his cock slips out my sloppy wet hole and slides up to the entrance to my ass. I feel him drip saliva all over my asshole and his cock. His act makes me lustfully groan in anticipation. "Please!" He slowly pushes the head in letting me get used to being stretched open so wide. He teasingly takes his sweet time sinking in all the way, making me feel each and every inch.

Once he feels me completely relax he starts to fuck my ass like he was fucking my cunt. The sound is wet, hot and so nasty. I reach down underneath my body and start rubbing my clit. His left hand grips my hip while his right slides up my arched back into the hair at the base of my spine. His grip in my hair tightens. He pulls enough to let me know who's in control.

And then I start milking his cock with my ass to show him he's not. "Oh fuck, you're gonna make me cum," he growls through clenched teeth. I squeeze harder, pulsing my ass around his cock. He slams his dick all the way inside my ass and it makes me explode again. Cumming for him makes my cunt and ass contract involuntarily setting off his orgasm.

His body arches as he's root deep in my backdoor. And as is customary, he pulls me against him as he inches that fraction deeper. I feel his body curve over mine. His tender kiss on my shoulder startles me from my lusty state. "You can clean my office anytime, sweetheart."



Personal Pleasure



He was young, Rochelle thought. Younger than anyone she would go with. Tall with lean muscles, reddish blonde hair cut short and spiky. He drove a black Ford Mustang with a broad yellow racing stripe down the sides and from the rearview widow hung a graduation tassel bearing the year 2002. In her mind he was old enough to play, but too young to play with. But by the way he watched her, as she passed on her way to the apartment complex's pool party; his opinion greatly differed from hers. 

The pool party was in full swing. People were everywhere, laughing and dancing, having a good time. A few people were in swimsuits, but most were dress like her in shorts, sandals, and sleeveless tank top. Well not exactly like her. Her shorts were a little too short showing off her long smooth curvy brown legs. And her tank top was a bit strain covering her generous breasts. Even with so much skin showing, Rochelle still felt unbearably hot. She would not be out here long. Not wanting to have to deal with the bugs that would arrive as soon as the sun set. 

After grabbing an ice cold soda from a cooler, she moved through the crowd calling out greeting and replies to the few fellow residents she knew. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him. He wasn't hard to find, being somewhere around six feet five inches with a bright yellow baggy tank top and long baggy shorts, he easily stood out among the crowd. Ever so often she look up to see him, standing amidst a group of other boys close to his age, his eyes meeting hers boldly. Turning her back on him Rochelle could only shake her head at the lust contained in his gaze. 

Man! Rochelle thought. He has to be at least eighteen and at most twenty. And any which way I put it; he's at least ten years younger than me. He probably would be finished before I even get started in bed. Pity though, it has been a long time since I've had anyone in my bed. 

Turning her thoughts from the young buck with greedy eyes, she wandered over to a small group of people that included a very good looking guy closer to her own age. After some talking and lots of flirting with Mr. Buff, Rochelle realized that someone was standing very close behind her. Turning slightly looking out of the corner of her eye she made out the now familiar reddish blonde hair and yellow tank. Before she could decide how to response to his appearance, he acted. With a cool confidence, that strongly belied his age and appearance, he introduced himself to those standing in their group. Several people in the group knew him, or at least of him, which surprised her. His older brother lived at the apartments, and he was visiting through summer break. They asked questions about how college, his basketball scholarship, and his plans for the future. All these questions he answered smoothly giving each question his full attention. But Rochelle had the feeling that even though he appeared to be paying attention to everyone, he was really intent on her. More than once she felt the stroke of his arm brushing hers sending chills up and down her skin. 

Rochelle could sense trouble like a Bloodhound on a scent. With a smile she moved back from the group making excuses and quiet goodbyes. Before he could stop her she tuned and with purposeful steps she left the party. Heading home she tried to banish from her mind all reddish blonde college boys. Rochelle decided to take a shortcut through the empty fitness center. She was almost to the rear exit when she heard footsteps behind her. Turning she was not surprised to find the college boy following hot on her trail. 

Seeing him she stopped and turned to face him. This needs to end now, she thought crossing her arms as she waited for him to catch up. Before Rochelle could open her mouth he pulled her close and kissed her. His mouth was hot on hers. Sucking and devouring her lips as he pressed his body tight up against hers. 

Rochelle gasped in surprise at his boldness. With half the apartment complex just a few feet away, just outside the door to the pool area, anyone could walk in at any time and catch them. Pulling her head back away from his hungry mouth she tried to talk, only to find her mouth invaded by his tongue. His broad hands reached down, cupping her ass through her tight short, while pressing her closer to his body. Rochelle gasped as she felt the extra large bugle through his cotton shorts being grinded in tight circles on her stomach. The feel of it excited her. Reminding her body how long it has been without one inside her. 

When he finally released her mouth, Rochelle was dazed, as pure lust hummed excitedly through her blood. Lost and feeling very needy Rochelle looked up into his boyish face that held a bemused grin. "Why don't we go your place?" he said.

He held her close keeping her in a sexually charge state as they walked quickly to her nearby apartment. As she opened her apartment door Rochelle could feel his hard penis pressed against her back. Suddenly realized she was about fuck a white college boy who was ten years her junior. She was hard up for a great fuck, but was she that hard up? Turning quickly after she stepped through her door, Rochelle decided to put an end to it for once and for all. 

"Look white boy-", she began looking up into a pair of very blue eyes. But her mind suddenly shut off when he took her hand off the doorframe and placed it on the large bugle in the front of his shorts. The bulge was hard radiating heat into her palm. Seeing lust reenter her eyes he moved forward gently moving her back into the dim apartment. The door had not yet closed when Rochelle found her body pressed tight against his, her mouth filled with the taste of his and her ass massaged by his greedy hands. She felt his fingers rimming the waistband of her shorts, before pulling her tank free from her shorts. She shivered as she felt his large hand touch the bare skin of her back. With restless movements he moved up her back to undo her bra. Sliding his hands forward he stroked the sides of her breasts, pushing her bra away to feel more of her bare skin. His fingers were almost to her harden nipples that were puckered to taut peaks and aching painful in anticipation of his touch. Rochelle cried out when instead of his hands giving relief they moved down her sides back towards her shorts. Rochelle grunted in frustration against his lips. "Patience." He whispered against her lips. Taking a step back he took the bottom of her tank, lifted it over her head. He tossed it away from them, which was followed by her bra and his shirt a few seconds later. 

In the dim light she couldn't get a clear view of his chest, but what she could make out was the curve planes of muscle. The college boy workout hard and his chest showed the results. Rochelle was so busy itching to explore his chest that she at first did not realize he was breathing heavy. It was brought quickly to her attention when he grabbed her breast, stroking and pinching her large dark brown nipples a bit too roughly, making her wince in pain. With purposeful movements she moved his eager hands away from her breast. Denied her breast he attacked her shorts. Unfastening them and pushing down along with her panties. His sudden impatient gestures warned Rochelle if she did not slow him down he was going to finish before she was half way done. 

Making a sudden decision Rochelle stepped back. Grabbing his elastic waist band she kneels, pulling his shorts down with her descent to the floor. In the dim light Rochelle finds herself face to face with a very large beautiful pale penis pressed flat against his stomach. With deft fingers she stroked his penis generating a moan of pleasure from his throat. Taking a gamble Rochelle takes him smoothly into her mouth. Using her tongue she lapped the length of him, before sucking on the head. While her other hand is busy stroking the base of his penis, the other hold on to his tight butt cheek. She feels his hands bury deeper into her thick curly hair as he tries to control rhythm of her mouth. In her hot mouth he tastes wonderful to her long denied senses. And the added smell of his musky arousal only fires her blood more. Feeling his ass cheek tighten under her hand, she removed her mouth from his penis. Rising up, Rochelle rubs her brown breast over his pale penis as she tightens her hand and pumps the base vigorously. A roar that had been building in his chest burst free. Rochelle flinched a little at the feel of the hot creamy drops raining down all over her breast. 

Leaning back, Rochelle looked up. In the dim light she watched him pant as he leaned against her kitchen counter trying to catch his breath. Now it was time to see if her gamble paid off. Rising to her feet she stepped out of her shorts and sandals. Leaving them behind as she turned and walked to her bedroom. 

It did not take long. She had managed to turn on the bedside lamp and settle herself against the pillows on her bed, when he appeared in the doorway. In the light of the lamp, he looked very young and very virile. He reminded her of some Greek statue come to life just for her own personal pleasure. Letting her eyes wonder greedily over him she saw her risk was paying off. Under her gaze she watched his penis lengthen and rise up. With his hand moving in loving strokes his eyes took in Rochelle scrawled nude on her bed. She knew what he saw. Her wide hips spread wide, giving a clear view of the thick thatch of black curls; that were wet around her lips from her aroused juices, generous breasts with dark chocolate nipples tight as pebbles, her full lips swollen and red from his kisses. Rochelle looked and felt liked sex on a hot plate. 

Climbing up at the foot of the bed he crawled toward Rochelle. Stopping at her feet he lowered his head lying kisses on her toes and working his way up. Kissing, licking, nipping he worked his way up her calves over her knees and across her thighs. He was almost to her weeping pussy when he turned back to repeat the process on her other leg. Her pussy was throbbing so fiercely, for a brief moment Rochelle wished she only had one leg. Not that what he was doing was unpleasant, she just wished he got to the more interesting stuff a bit faster. This time when he reached the top of her thigh, she was breathing quickly, biting her lip to keep from thrusting her pussy into his boyish handsome face. 

It took all her control not to scream in sheer frustration when he lifted his head to take a chocolate nipple into his mouth, while his other hand rolled the other nipple between his long fingers. The sight of his blonde head bowed over my brown breast, his young toned and tanned body stretched out between her thick brown legs was very exotic. His mouth moved to her other breast giving it equal time. With her hands and legs Rochelle caresses his body relishing in the feel of his pale supple skin. 

After some maneuvering she rubbed her wet pussy against his lean torso, causing shiver of ecstasy. Releasing her nipple with a loud pop he buried his head between her breast kissing and breathing in deeply her sexual musk. The college boy was taking his sweet time now that she took the edge off. But her edge was now so finely sharpened like it could cut through glass. If college boy did not get busy soon, she may start taking matters into her own hands, literally. As if sensing her peaking need, he pulled away rising up on his arms to settle his hips more firmly between her spread thighs. 

Feeling the hard length of his penis on her swollen clit; Rochelle growled out, "That's it college boy. Come to mama." 

He looked up arching an amused eyebrow at her. Before he could say anything, Rochelle cut him off by bending her knees, raising her thigh up into the air leaving her pussy clear and exposed. "Stop fucking around and fuck me." 

He wasn't dumb. He knew playtime was over. Pulling back he placed the thick head of his penis into her exposed wet pussy. Pushing in he muttered, "Damn you're tight. You're tighter than some of the girls around my age."

Gasping from pleasure Rochelle replied, "No, you're just bigger than most of the men my age."

God he felt good in her pussy. Rochelle gasped feeling him sink in deeper into her hot hungry hole. "Uh!" she grunted as he stretched and filled her fuller than she ever been before. Damn he's a big white boy, she thought when he finally stopped, his pale pubic hair pressed against her own dark hair. 

Through half closed eyes she watched him relishing the wonderful throbbing in her pussy. 

"Damn you tight." He said again, a light sheen of sweat forming on his brow.

Rochelle did not give a fuck if she was tight or not. What she gave a fuck about was being fucked. Something she was about to complain about when he wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her whole body lower on the bed. With her body situated to his pleasure; he got down to work. 

Catching her mouth he invaded with his tongue as he began sliding out of her body. For a second she feared he would leave her complete feeling the head just at the entrance of her pussy. Rochelle wasn't ready when he thrust back into her hard and fast. The shock of it had her pulling her mouth from his and yelling, "Oh fuck!" 

It was then that she realized there wasn't anything nice, neat, or pretty about his intentions. He was going to give her what she asked for; a good hard fuck. Grabbing onto the bed sheets Rochelle was barely prepared for his next thrust. He started off slow, taking his time with each stroke. But he quickly progressed to a more savage tempo, urged on by Rochelle's grunts and whimpers. 

When he threw her legs over his shoulders, and began to piston into her, Rochelle thought she was going to lose her mind. Forgetting about her neighbors, Rochelle began to scream. "Fuck me! God, don't fucking stop white boy! Don't you fucking stop! Oh!" She hollered out as she felt herself plunged into one of the strongest orgasm she ever had. With eyes rolled back in her head, back arched off the bed, toes curled, she felt her body tense and then shatter. 

A long wail escaped her mouth as she felt her pussy muscles twitched hard on the thrusting penis. The sensations sent her into tight tremors as she felt herself fall back to earth. The part of her that had made it safely back to earth heard a now familiar roar from above. With several quick sharp thrust he filled her with his hot cream, before collapsing on top of her. His hot smooth sweaty skin sticking to hers, as they both sucked in oxygen. Several minutes later, after they've both regain some strength and reasoning, he moved off her. 

Lying prone beside her, his chest rising and falling with each breath, college boy muttered out. "Damn that was fucking fantastic! Unbelievable!" 

Managed a hoarse laugh Rochelle replied, "You mean, you don't have great sex like that all the time." Finding it a bit hard to believe after all he put her through in the last...raising up to see the clock...an hour. Damn the boy had stamina!

He laughed at that. "I wish." Turning onto his side he looked at her with serious blue eyes, "You see I have always had a thing for black women. Every since I was a kid, just the sight of those brown legs gave me a woody. Sure I fucked a few girls." Seeing the look she was giving him, "Okay more than a few. They were all pretty, but white. It was good sex, just not the same level of intensity. It's the difference between a helicopter and a jet. They both get you up, but its two totally different experiences."

Rochelle smiled. "Well college boy, I have to say I truly enjoyed the experience. Anytime you feel like taking a ride I'll be more than happy to go along for my own personal pleasure."

He grinned at her. His grin grew bigger as he took in her nude form. Looking down also Rochelle watched in awe as his penis grew hard again. Shaking her head in wonder as his hands reached towards her that, Rochelle realized she was about to rack up a lot of frequent flier miles this summer.



Personal Pornstar



When they finally pulled up at the hotel they checked in quickly and headed straight for their room. They boarded an elevator by themselves, and once the door closed Greg grabbed Carmen and began to kiss her neck. He lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist. He took a firm hold of her ass, and squeezed it, pulling her against his raging erection. Carmen ran her fingers through his hair and down his back as he hungrily kissed her.

When the elevator stopped they stumbled out and quickly entered their room. Greg pushed Carmen up against the wall, and lifted her dress up around her waist. He took off his belt and then dropped his pants and boxers around his ankles. He looked Carmen in the eyes and said "tell me what you want, tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

"I want your cock, I want you to fuck me with your cock, please fuck my pussy with your cock," Carmen pleaded.

Greg spun her around and bent her over the dresser in the room. He plunged his cock all the way into her pussy in one thrust.

"Oh, oh yes," Carmen moaned. Her pussy was war tight and very wet.

Greg pulled his cock back slowly and thrust back into her all the way in one motion. Greg fucked her in this rhythm and Carmen squealed every time he thrust his cock all the way inside of her. Greg was so horny and excited that he couldn’t control himself any longer. He fucked her pussy hard and fast. 

"Yes, yes fuck my pussy, I'm going to cum," she squealed.

Greg felt her pussy tighten around his cock. Moments later Carmen's body was bucking wildly, "I'm Cumming, oh god yes, I'm Cumming," she cried out. Greg felt her orgasm gush over his cock. He fucked her harder and faster at the peak of her climax. Carmen's pussy squeezed Greg's cock as he relentlessly pumped her pussy, and seconds later his cock exploded inside her.

Once they had regained their senses Greg told Carmen to sit down on the bed. "Now I'm going to share my surprise with you," he said. He opened one of his bags and pulled out a video camera and a tripod. "I'm going to tape you being fucked by me, but if you want that, you need to earn it first."

"You will go down to the bar by yourself and sit alone at one of the tables. Wait for the first guy that you feel comfortable with to try to pick you up. Tell him that he has two choices, either he can rent you for the evening for $500.00 or you will fuck him for free as long as he consents to being taped when he fucks you.”

Just listening to Greg telling her what he wanted from her already made Carmen’s pussy wet. She was going to get everything she had been fantasizing about this weekend. She would get to be used by another stranger and she would also get to be fucked by Greg.

Carmen freshened up and went down to the bar alone. She found a table close to the middle of the lounge and sat down by herself. Her dress hiked up a bit when she sat down and crossed her legs. A waitress came to her table and gave her a nasty look, as she appeared to be yet another prostitute looking for a John. She ordered a cosmopolitan, and sipped her drink waiting to be approached.

She felt the eyes of every man in the bar on her, as if each pair of eyes trying to imagine her naked. She looked around the room trying to figure out who would be the lucky man tonight. She made eye contact with a few men and gave the nasty looking ones a mean look off. Finally, she made eye contact with a cute looking guy, but then continued to survey the room.

While Carmen was still looking around the room she heard a man’s voice from behind her. “Are you here alone” he asked.

“Yes, would you like to join me?” she replied.

“Sure, I’d love too, I’m Aaron.” he replied and sat down.

“My name is Carmen, it’s nice to meet you Aaron,” she said.

“So are you here for business or for pleasure?” he asked.

Carmen smiled, licked her lips and then answered “pleasure.”

Aaron returned her smile and invited her up to his room. “I’m sorry that I can’t, but you can come to my room if you like. However, if you want to fuck me there are conditions, you can either rent me for the night at a rate of $500.00 or I’ll fuck you for free if you consent to being taped.”

Aaron’s jaw dropped wide open. He couldn’t believe how easily he was going to get to fuck this amazingly sexy woman. After a brief pause he said “let’s make a movie.”

Carmen led him up to her room. When they arrived at the room Greg already had all of the video equipment setup, and he told Aaron to have a seat on the bed.

Greg suggested to Carmen that she begin with a lap dance for Aaron, and he told Aaron that he could touch her anywhere and do anything he wanted to her at any point while she was dancing for him.

Carmen began her dance with her back facing Aaron. She bent over and lifted her dress to display her shaved pussy. She reached down and began to sway her hips and rub her pussy. She slipped a finger inside of her pussy and pumped her pussy with her finger three times.

She turned to face Aaron and sucked her juices off of her finger. She brought her hands to her chest and massaged her tits through her dress. She approached Aaron, and standing right in front of him slowly lifted the dress off of her body. She brought her hands back to her chest and swayed her hips as she tweaked and pinched her nipples. She ran her hands down her tummy and over her hips.

She danced very sexy for Aaron and then placed her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself into his lap. Carmen straddled him and ground her wet pussy against the bulge in Aaron’s pants. She put her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to her tits and ran her fingers through his hair.

Carmen stood up on the bed and thrust her pussy into Aaron’s face. Aaron did not want to restrain himself any longer. He grabbed Carmen by her hips and rolled her onto her back on the bed. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and he began to lick her shaved pussy.

Aaron licked her lips first, and then slid his tongue between the folds. Carmen tightened her legs around his neck and her back arched as his tongue fluttered up and down inside her pussy. He rolled his tongue from inside her pussy up to her clit, circled her clit, and then went back inside her pussy.

Carmen was moaning and squealing and writhing on the bed. Aaron pried her legs from around his neck, stood up at the side of the bed and took his clothes off. Carmen crawled on the bed over to where he was standing and took hold of his long hard cock. She licked the drops of pre-cum from the head of his cock causing him to moan.

She pumped her hand up and down the length of his cock a few times before she took it into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down the length of his cock sucking it gently, while running her tongue over it with the motion of her head. Aaron began to thrust his hips forward pushing his cock down her throat. Carmen swallowed all of his cock and cupped his balls. She tickled his balls while he fucked her face.

Aaron felt his cock getting ready to explode, but he wanted to feel her pussy around his cock before he came. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her off of his cock. He rolled her onto her back and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He pried her legs open and slapped his cock against her clit. Then he rubbed his cock between the lips of her pussy and slipped his cock inside her.

Her pussy was so wet, Aaron slipped inside her in one fluid motion. He pumped hard and fast deep into her pussy. His balls slapped loudly against her ass. Carmen moaned as Aaron fucked her pussy hard and fast. She felt his cock throbbing inside of her, and squeezed it inside her, beckoning for him to cum. Aaron was nearing his climax, and he pulled out of her, he held his cock in his hands and pumped it a few times.

Carmen crawled over to his cock and opened her mouth for his cum. She licked the head of his cock and then felt a shot of his cum hit the roof of her mouth. She covered his cock with her mouth as she felt him continue to shoot his load into her mouth. When his cock stopped erupting, she sucked and licked him clean of anything he had left.

The last image that Greg recorded was Carmen licking and swallowing a string of cum from Aaron’s cock. Greg thanked Aaron for participating in the video, and then eased him out of their room.

Greg knew that Carmen didn’t cum yet, and he also needed to take care of his cock after watching Carmen dance, suck cock, and get fucked. Greg positioned the camera to film him fucking her, and then took his clothes off. He rolled Carmen onto her belly and propped her up on all fours. He knelt behind her and lubed his cock with the juices that were flowing from her still wet pussy.

Greg first dipped the head of his cock into her pussy, and then slowly filled her with the rest of her cock. He rocked his hips and pumped her pussy with his cock. Carmen moaned loudly and rocked her hips against his cock meeting him thrust for thrust. Greg reached around her waist and his fingers found her clit. He rubbed her clit as his cock filled her pussy.

Greg felt Carmen’s pussy squeezing his cock. He fucked her harder and faster, and kept rubbing her clit. Moments later he felt her whole body tense, and she let out a loud squeal. He felt her cum gush over his cock, and he pressed his cock inside her as deeply as he could.

Carmen collapsed forward, but Greg continued to fuck her pussy until he came inside of her. Later that night they would end up fucking while watching the movie that they had just recorded.



Personal Sacrifice for Others



Dedicated to Amy the woman who opened my eyes and mind up to so many possibilities and experiences. I shall never forget them.

The year was 1961. Racism in the South was still heavily prevalent. Dr. King was working as hard as he could to help Blacks obtain equal status among white men & women. My family, on the other hand, was not. My deceased father was a staunch member of the KKK. Outspoken and raunchy, he would agitate any Black he saw. Although, he didn't see them as Blacks; he saw them as niggers. Obviously this form of thinking trickled down to my older brother Russ. While he was never a member of the KKK, he would join in anti-black protests and harass any Black family that moved into his neighborhood until they left.

My mother was different. She would never publicly address Blacks politely; especially in the presence of my father. However, she was never mean or rude to them, just seemingly indifferent. Her friends, both male and female, were also racist, yet she somehow overlooked the color of Blacks' skin and never encouraged race baiting in the house or at the dinner table. My father and brother never knew why my mother was so indifferent to Blacks. It sometimes frustrated my father, but he would never hit her or force her into anything she didn't truly want to do. Yet, I knew why, or at least had a big hunch, as to why my mother was comparatively nice to Blacks while my father wasn't.

About 13 years ago in May I was on my way home from school. Being 18 and being a senior, I was able to leave school a bit early. I came home to find my mother making love to a black man on the living room couch. I say it was making love because my mother would never curse, never use a slur. She would always use the term "making love" when talking about marriage. I wasn't particularly interested in hating Blacks. My father's hate speech never really sunk in. I guess the women of the Hart family stick together and view things the same way. Now don't get me wrong, I was completely shocked, angry, and somewhat curious. I was shocked and angry that my mother would cheat on my father; a man that truly loved her. I was curious because I was a virgin at the time and had never seen male genitalia in person before; since it was an Black's genitals, I was made even more curious. That was the only time I ever saw my mother with that man. I didn't know who the man was and frankly, I didn't want to. I spoke to my mother 6 ears ago about that day. She was a bit surprised, and ashamed about being caught, but she told me about the experience.

I won't go into too much detail about it. That is for my mother and her one-time lover to share for all eternity. She was able to recite the details to me as if it had happened yesterday. She assured me that was the only time she had ever slept with someone other than my father. Using the terms large, frantic, deep, and powerful, she described her love making sessions (and yes, she told me it was love making). She told me why she did it, and I commended her to the utmost and wished I could do the same. Oddly enough, I would get my opportunity to do so.

Well, back to 1961, as stated above, my father has passed on. My mother is still living in the same house. My brother is a business tycoon in a sense. I went to college. I got my degree in political law and made a run for a local office; surprisingly I won. Granted, the person I was running against died half way through and his party couldn't find a replacement, but I still won.

I guess it's true what they say about women marrying men that remind them of their father; I married a racist. I don't hate him for it, I love him, sure I'd like him to change, but I can't make him do anything. It wouldn't be fair to him. We have 2 children, an older son who's 8, Roy, and a daughter who's 4, Wendy. My husband is raising our son to be just like him, a racist. I do my best to curve it, and it has worked to some degree, but boy does Will have a control over Roy. Wendy sticks with me and follows nearly all of my foot steps. Weird how history repeats itself huh?

Dr. King came through our little town preaching freedom and equality. As a political figure I obviously had to make appearances here and there. Dr. King surely turned a lot of heads when he came through. Some of my advisors made mention of a big voter turn out in FAVOR of Black equality, de-segregation of schools, and more universal freedoms for them. I was intrigued and anxious to be one of the first politicians to jump on the bandwagon. 

So what did I do? I went to Dr. King and other Black rallies and showed my support. I gave speeches, promoted, and shook hands with many people. One man in particular was a great visionary, Erikson Davis. He could talk his way out of almost anything. Erikson was about 10 years older than me. He had big, dark eyes. He was a giant in stature standing at least 6' 6," Erikson was a radical thinker in almost every sense of the term. There was no denying he was Black. I don't even know if the American portion of that is valid. He was dark as night, had an accent, and constantly spoke highly of Africa. My demure 5' 5" frame was dwarfed by him. He and his associates were hesitant at first, but grew to accept me in their meetings and rallies. I figured, if I could work within one of these organizations, I could put forth the best political statement possible.

My husband knew of my meddling, as he'd put it, and tried his best to end it. I fought back and was able to continue. We clashed on my topics and, as luck would have it, we actually led opposing rallies on the same day at least twice! There we were, in the same park, a married white couple pushing opposing views on Blacks. Will was surrounded by his fellow white males and females, while I surrounded myself with Black ralliers. And yet, at the end of the day, as much as we would lace into one another and eachother's views, we'd come home, eat dinner with the kids, make love at night, and sleep in the same bed.

Out of left field, however, that routine changed in an astonishing, yet completely brilliant way. Erikson and I had worked together a lot in the past few months. Long nights, even longer days. Our big push was that Blacks and white people are one-in-the-same. Sure, they had different skin color, but when it comes to skills, work ethic, and feelings, Blacks and whites are the same.

Erikson and I pushed this notion until it could be pushed no further, and we still didn't think it was doing enough. Black males continued to be scoffed at, prevented access to jobs, and limited in who they could date.

The dating issued always seemed to be Erikson's favorite to talk about; sex, sex, sex. Further proof all men are the same. Working with a strong, virile Black male had its advantages. Although I was married, the extra attention Erikson gave me definitely did not go unnoticed: the way he'd hug me longer than he'd hug others, his constant "I've got to squeeze by" type of moves, and his somewhat lazy eyes when it comes to my body. I was married, but these innocent happenings were OK with me.

Now it would be unfair for me to state that he was only the one notice the other person. I was around him so much I could help but notice him: his body, his mannerisms, and his overall demeanor. He was very pleasant to be around. He had some racist thoughts in his mind as well, but not to the degree of my husband. His body was the epitome of perfection: toned, tall, and looked rock hard. When I would hug him, I know I had squeezed a bit harder than normal. Maybe that's why he always hugged me for so long? One time he did one of his "squeeze by you" moves and I felt the shaft of his dick rub the back of my upper thigh and ass: I froze and let him pass just to get that innocent feel of it. We shared the occasional eye contact, but nothing that would be misconstrued as cheating or sex.

Our work was progressing and one day Erikson came to me with another of his radical ideas.

"You planning on having any more children Amy?" Erikson asked.

"Will and I weren't planning any. And we're so busy right now, we're not too concerned about one "surprising" us." I replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Now we've been working together for sometime, and we've hit a roadblock on how to send the biggest message to the people that my people are no different than your people," he said.

I agreed.

"Well, I was thinking, what if the 2 races integrated a member of each race into their own?" Erikson asked. "Then we could show to the people that we're all alike and share a natural bond."

I likened to the idea bit and asked, "What do yo mean by integrate?"

With that he showed me a polaroid picture of a mixed race girl. She was extremely cute with her caramel skin and light brown hair. He told me she was the offspring of a white male and black female. He then left me with "Tell me what you think about it..." and let his eyes wander to my body and then he left the room.

Now I may have been raised in the South, but I tend to pick up on things quite quickly. Erikson was propositioning me into making love with him and carrying his child. I should've gotten whiff of the idea immediately, but my eyes were glued to the cute girl in the photo. Erikson was not married, had no children that I knew of, and I was probably the closest white woman he'd ever been near. Some of his racist thoughts were probably directed at my husband; as a way to get back at him and his white friends. Yet, as much as the thought had crossed my mind, I could in no way cheat on my husband.

As drove onto my street from work, I noticed a fire truck and ambulance on my driveway. I immediately pulled in and went inside. There, on a gurney, was my husband! He was being taken to a hospital. The doctors told me he had suffered a heart attack, but I know better. My Will was a strong man, he...he couldn't possibly have had that weak of a heart. I followed the ambulance to hospital and dropped the kids off at my mom's. Will died 2 hours later from heart failure. I was devastated to say the least. We buried him in the cemetery next to his family, which, oddly enough, was located near my father's grave as well. 

1962

It had been eight months since Will died and I had gotten my life back together somewhat. Erikson had continued to drop hints about integrating "someone" from each race. I viewed it as this child would be like a poster child. A symbol for people everywhere to see and understand. The message was good, the procedure to get there was a tough and dangerous one.

At 32 years of age, I was not ready to stop living. I still looked good for my age, at least I and obviously Erikson thought so. Standing at 5'5" and being a petite 107 lbs., I could still turn a few heads. Even before bra burning was popular I had gotten rid of my 34 C bras as I felt more free and liberated. When Will was still alive I always wore conservative clothes to work; more in the line of a blouse and a longer skirt or slacks. However with Will gone and my body wanting to show off itself, low cut shirts and above-knee skirts found themselves throughout my closet.

I always knew Erikson checked me out. I bet he imagined how I looked naked. His eyes would linger more than normal on the days my shirt bared cleavage; I couldn't really blame him. My body was yearning for some attention. 8 months is a long time for a woman to be untouched. I tried casual dating, but it never evolve into anything. Erikson, on the other hand, kept bringing up the integrating subject.

"Amy, I heard of an interracial couple in Maine gave birth to their first son together," Erikson calmly said. "They were the talk of the hospital and town. Proud parents I tell ya."

"Well there you go. Why don't you call them and ask to have their son be used for our campaign?" I asked.

"That isn't going to work. To be most effective we need a children from our area. One that affects the residents of our city personally," retorted Erikson. His hand wandered down his sides and rested on his hip, my eyes followed briefly.

"I just don't know how to help you with that. You seem so caught up in getting this message across maybe you need to take the initiative and locate a woman yourself and integrate her," I replied, somewhat, barely on a tiny level, hoping his mind would link me to be that possible woman.

"Alright Amy, I'm just going to come out and say it. I want you and me, our bodies, soul, and being, to become one for one night in an attempt to bridge the gap between our races, and to show the world that below the color of our skin lies a human with the same functions as anyone else."

I was floored. I was surprised, yet glad it had happened. I stammered my words, felt like the wind had been taken out of me, and was so eager to reply my mouth went dry.

Erikson's hand reached up and cupped my left cheek. "I have never seen a woman as beautiful as you and I'd love to make love with you to better our society. I truly think it would be life changing on so many levels," said Erikson as he stared in my eyes.

If I hadn't been working with him for so long I would've called him out and said those were some sorry, cheesy lines. Yet my mind was calculating how right and correct he was in saying those things.

"I don't know what to say. There would be so many risks involved for the both of us. My family could be in danger. If it were to backfire, my career could be over," I said in a sincere, concerned voice. My body was urging me to accept. It wanted release. It wanted to be pleased again. My heart pounded. As I rose my left hand to touch his, my mind displayed the image I saw of my mother and her Black lover; I smiled. My hand connected with his and I nodded in the most minute of ways. He smiled slightly and nodded back.

"Thank you." was all he said as he left the office. I'd have 2 days to think this over before I'd see him again on Monday. Little did I know, two days was far too long for him to wait. 

It was Saturday afternoon and I received a phone all from Erikson. He spoke to me in an upbeat, sweet kind of way.

"I want tonight to be the night. Meet me outside the "Blue Sax" club. Wear a skirt, I love your legs," he said on the phone, and promptly he hung up. He surely didn't give me an opportunity to say no. Not that I wanted to anyways.

With such short notice the only babysitter I could find was my mother. She agreed to watch my kids while I went out. Though she would be accepting of my "date," I didn't tell her who it was. I didn't want her mind to wander or be concerned with anything while she was with my kids. I didn't have a clean skirt available so I wore a light blue sun dress that barely covered my mid thigh. It was a low cut dress as well. I put my blond hair up in a sport type of bun. This was going to be the first time I got to get dolled up and show off since my husband died.

The "Blue Sax" was a jazz club of sorts located in the heart of the city. It was frequented by Blacks mostly. I was extremely nervous as I drove up and parked my car. Why had he wanted to take me here? I had figured we'd stay at my house or even his, have our night of passion, and hope for the best. The thought of him taking me to a "black" club had me curious. About 5 minutes after I had arrived, Erikson pulled up in his car. He must not have seen me as he went to the door and stood. He looked amazing and I immediately questioned why non-Black woman stayed away from Black men. He wore matching jacket and slacks, both dark olive green, and leather shoes. His face was perfectly groomed and hair recently cut. I got turned on just looking at him from a distance; knowing he and I would be connected soon.

I exited my car and quickly crossed the street. I came up to him and his eyes lit up. "Damn Amy, I knew you always looked good under those clothes, but God woman, you're strictly a beauty."

My face blushed, my chest heaved, and I walked a bit closer. "I was admiring you from the car myself," I replied. 

He leaned in and kissed my cheek. It was so sweet and soft. I pressed my cheek against his lips in acceptance. I gave him my arm and he wrapped it under his. As we walked into the club all I could think of was how hard is arm felt against me. It was like granite.

We entered the smoke filled club ad the sounds of jazz filled the air. As expected, Erikson and I received many looks from other people there. To see an Black man with a white woman willingly in his arms was truly a sight to behold. We sat at the bar and the bartender asked us for drinks.

"Scotch," Erikson answered.

"And you ma'am?" asked the bartender.

"Oh just water," was my reply. I couldn't fathom drinking tonight.

"Amy, come on have something," Erikson told me.

"Erikson, you don't have to liquor me up tonight. We agreed tonight was going to be the night and I'm all yours. Liquor is not needed, honestly." I aid with a smile on my face. I placed a hand on his thigh and lightly squeezed. His thigh didn't give at all. Much like his arms, it was a rock. I shivered in delight.

"Indulge me Amy," he said casually.

I obliged and order a scotch as well. Though he may have thought I was his date tonight, he was truly my date. He and his people had been treated so wrongly by whites. I wanted to make tonight something he could be proud of.

He grinned back and adjusted himself on his stool. This motion moved my hand higher up his thigh without my doing so; I didn't pull back. We made small talk with one another and sipped our drinks. I'm not that strong of a drinker so that one drink got to me a bit. Our hands kept "accidentally" touching one another: his on my back and legs, mine on his hand and shoulder. He introduced me to some of his friends who came in. They all seemed shocked to see him with me, yet I always caught them whispering in his ear and giving him a "congratulatory" pat on the back. I couldn't fight the sense of pride I had in seeing this. Each smile on his face and each good word he said about me to his friends only made me more determined to make tonight as special as possible.

Now I'm not a big dancer, but when Will had wanted to danced I always did so. I wasn't going to ruin this night for Erikson so when he wanted to dance I immediately said yes.

"You just look at me and my eyes," whispered Erikson.

"But so many people are looking at us," I replied back to him, moving in closer.

"They're mesmerized. You have nothing to worry about. Many of these people know what we have planned. They kind of look up to us." Erikson's words were so reassuring to me. I placed my hand on the back of his head and kept the other on his shoulder.

Erikson was definitely a better dancer than Will ever was. He had a way of pacing his hands on different parts of my body so quickly and smoothly. I loved every touch, every glance, and I completely loved every soft kiss he planted on my cheek and ear.


"I haven't been touched in this way since my husband was alive. It's like you're clearing out the cobwebs or something," I cooed this in his ear and gently licked his earlobe. I felt his hands tighten on my back.

"I plan on clearing out a few other things tonight. We're not just doing this for you and I, we're doing this for everyone in this room." Erikson said matter-of-factly. His directness and confidence turned me on even more.

I looked into his dark eyes, discreetly slid a hand over the front of his slacks, and sweetly asked, "Can we start helping everyone in here right now?" I left my hand over his groin and felt what every Black male myth was all about. It was harder than his arms or thighs, pulsed with lust, and was straining against his pants. Even though I was getting hot, the air that went up the bottom of my dress felt cold against my now wet pussy.

"Yes ma'am," was all he could muster.

I kissed his cheek, squeezed his groin, and said "Thank you." 




Personal Sacrifice for Others



We got our belongings and left. Erikson said his house was in no way suitable for a woman so he asked if we could return to my house. My mind raced. What about my mother and kids? It was past 11 o'clock so they would probably all be asleep, and since this was the only option, I accepted his request.

Erikson followed me to my house and he parked on the driveway. He got out of his car and left his jacket in it. He put his arm around my back and I led him inside. As I had expected, the house was dark and everyone was asleep.

"Make sure to keep it down. My mother and kids are sleeping. I really don't want to wake them," I stated as I took off my over coat and kicked off my heels.

"Don't you even worry. It'll be like I'm not even here. Mind if I help myself to a drink?" asked Erikson.

"Sure help yourself. Glasses are in the cabinets." I watched him leave for the kitchen. His butt was looking great in his slacks. This man surely took good care of himself I thought to myself and I could not wait to see him in the flesh.

We sat next to each-other on the couch. My legs curled to the side showing off my thighs. His eyes dropped down to look at them. He looked more at my thighs than my eyes, and I was more than OK with it.

"Amy," he said, "do you know how important and life changing this experience is going to be for the both of us? We will be the model that will help all other Blacks receive proper rights in this country. And you will be the mother of my child, a mixed child; half African, half white."

I was at a loss for words. I pictured myself nursing the baby. It's caramel-colored lips attaching themselves to my white breast. I inhaled deeply at the thought. It was going to be such a strong child as well. Its father's deep African roots mingling with my white features. Nine months was going to be so far away to see the fruit of our intercourse.

"I'm going to love that child as much as I love my other children," I responded. "We will raise it together. Show it off and nurture it."

As I way saying this Erikson's hand found my thigh and rubbed it up and down. I closed my eyes briefly to enjoy the touch. 

"A...and it'll be the most...perfect symbol." I managed to stammer out. His hand was gripping my white thigh a bit harder, pulling at it.

"You know, if all goes well and it works out, we could always try to integrate ourselves some more..." he said, his voice trailing off in my ears. I parted my thighs a bit to give him better access. My body was essentially his tonight. This was going to be the culmination of our working together.

I found his lips in the dim light and licked my own, moistening them, and I lightly pressed them against his full lips. He kissed back. Oh how wonderful it felt when his lips engulfed mine. The hand that was on my thigh was moved to cup the bottom of my right breast. His other hand was sliding up the back of my head, under my shoulder length blonde hair, undoing the bun it was in. Our lips were still embraced. I felt something push against them. It was his tongue, his glorious feeling tongue trying to gain access to my mouth. I obliged his request by parting my lips with my own tongue. And then it happened: our tongues met. His long, firm tongue rubbed up against my wet, soft tongue. I rolled mine over his, he pushed both of them into my own mouth. All I cold do was cup his face with one hand and let him take control over me. I lowered my hand and dropped it over his chest. His rock-hard pecks to be more exact. I squeezed them as hard as I could, bracing myself. His tongue kept touching mine. I moaned under my breath and opened my mouth wider.

He broke the kiss, but kept his hand on my breast. "Amy, it's time for us. Lead me to your room," he said. His kissed my lips gently.

My room! The room that used to be shared by my husband and myself. My bed! The bed my husband and I conceived our two children on; our marital bed. "Why don't we stay down here? We can get more comfortable on the couch." I asked, almost pleaded.

"Someone might come downstairs and disturb us. Besides, something this important needs to be done in a special place and what's more important than the parents' bed?" Erikson replied in such a way I couldn't resist. Then again it might have been because his lips and tongue had found my ear and were sucking and licking it.

I gasped in ecstasy and slowly began to stand up. I took his hand, smiled, and helped him up. I walked in front of him, quietly, with my small white hand in his large, black hand up the stairs and into the second room on the left. I turned the light on, asked him to sit on the bed, and excused myself. I tip-toed to my children's rooms and made sure they were asleep, they were. As was my mother in the guest room. Assured everything was as it should be, I returned to my room and closed the door.

Upon returning, Erikson had dimmed the lights a bit and had taken off his shirt. He was in the process of taking off his slacks.

"Oh please don't. I will do that for you. You just sit down and relax," I stated. Before I unzipped his slacks, I went back to kissing his lips. I loved the feeling so much. Breaking the kiss I reveled at the perfection that was is abs and chest. Cut, tight, and firm, he could've been the poster boy for fitness.

"I'm getting wet just looking at you," I said running my hand up and down his chest. "You feel incredible too." And did he ever. I couldn't stop touching his pecks. I teased his nipples and the slightest of groans escaped his lips. I asked him if he liked it.

"I purposefully haven't had sex of any kind for the past two months in hoping I could finally have it with you. Everything you're doing is sending shivers down my body," he said in a flustered state.

"Two whole months? Try eight months of not being touched and then having a gorgeous man give you affection, my body is going nuts!" I retorted.

"Well, a gorgeous man touching me isn't my cup of tea, but thanks for the compliment," Erikson said laughingly.

After much teasing my hands found his belt buckle and zipper. Keeping my tongue deep in his mouth and undid his pants and eased his pants down. Our tongues danced together, much like we did at the club. Without ending our kiss he stepped out of his and pants and stood back up. His bulging groin was now reaching for and touching my groin. It was the best feeling I had ever felt. My hands dropped from around his neck and down to his underwear. I softly massaged his bulge, teased his head through his underwear.

"Erikson, God, you feel absolutely huge! I can't believe how much is in there," I ecstatically said. I shifted my hands a bit and found his balls hanging low under his dick. I carefully massaged them and cupped them. "It feels like there is a gallon of semen in there. You are such a stud. You sure you don't have any kids? With this much semen every woman you're with would be pregnant!"

"I didn't want to waste a drop until it was with you," he spurted out. His hands found the straps to my dress and lowered them from my shoulders. I felt no apprehension as it fell to the floor, leaving only my panties covering my body. His free hand darted back up to my left breast and fully cupped it. I gasped and shut my eyes.

"Stunning. Your body is like the promised land for me and my brothers," Erikson claimed, taking mental pictures of my body with his eyes. "If I may ask, how big are they?"

"34 C. And tonight, they and the rest of my body are all yours," I barely whispered to him. 

His large hands engulfed my breasts. They looked so small in his hands, yet he couldn't get over the size of them. My nipples were quickly hardening and my knees got weak. I pleaded with him to take me to my bed. Erikson easily, and I mean easily, scooped me up in his arms and slowly carried me to the bed.

I lied down on the bed and rested my head on the pillow. My knees were bent and my breasts were still swollen from his attention. Erikson stood over me in the dim light, his body radiating primal, sexual lust. He leaned over my head and kissed my forehead. The my nose, my lips, my ear, and my neck. While he was doing this his hand was parting my thighs. I granted him access. His lips found my hardened nipples and I jumped in delight as he bit softly on one of them. Erikson's dark, full lips wrapped themselves around my nipple and began to suck on it. I pressed up against his mouth. His mouth moved to the side of my left breasts and he began to suck on it. My breast tingled.

"I'm going to mark you, my dear," he exclaimed.

In my mind was thinking how he didn't need to physically mark me. I was his tonight. I would've done practically anything he wanted and yet he continued to mark me his own. Two love marks on my left breast and one of my right. I looked down to see them just as his hands found my panties. Jesus I was soaking wet.

"You got to me. My body is at the point where it can't control itself anymore!" I said this as his hand peeled my panties away from my pussy and down my thighs. "I hope I'm to your liking. Obviously I've made love before, but I shouldn't be too used for you."

"Made love? You haven't made love in your life yet. I will be the first man to make love to you," Erikson defiantly stated. How could this man question my past intimacies with my husband? These words he stated only helped to increase my curiosity.

With my panties off and my pussy fully exposed to the cool air, Erikson slid down between my firm thighs and kissed them. I can honestly admit I've never been eaten out before. My husband had never done it to me. Actually, I never asked my husband to. The first touch of Erikson's tongue on my moist lips made me regret never asking my husband to do it. My hips spasmed immediately. I gasped out loud. His tongue stayed there and slipped in over my clit.

"God what are you doing to me?" I excitedly asked. Another spasm. His tongue had found my clit, the same clit that only my finger knew of. He flicked it again.

"Where did you learn this?" I could hardly contain myself. He kept swirling his tongue around my clit. His hands had roamed up to my breasts again and he squeezed them, pinching my nipples. Then he did the most incredible thing: he flicked my clit hard with his tongue and on the way down he slid it directly into me. I lost it right there.

"Uhhhhhhh..." Was all that came out of my mouth. I had cum. I finally came after 8 months of nothing. My legs were stiff, hands tightly gripping the sheets, head thrashing left and right. 

As I was cumming Erikson quickly stopped and said, "I'm not going to let you stop until I saw so." And with that, he keep his tongue in me Darting left and right, back to my clit, and right back into my hole. I rode these sensations to four orgasms, one of which lasted two minutes. 

"You taste so sweet and ripe," he said as he laid on top of me, kissing my lips. All I could do was kiss back and accept his advances. I tasted myself on his lips. I didn't object to kissing him. This man just pleased me more sexually than I had ever been in my ten year marriage.

"We shall now become one Amy. You and I dancing in a way that is looked down upon by those who refuse to accept it. We are not doing this just for others, but for ourselves as well."

And with that Erikson pulled down his underwear and out sprang the most glorious organ a woman could ever witness.

"God..." escaped my lips as my eyes were drawn to it. I rested my hands on his shoulders and kissed his cheek. "I'm ready for you. I want to become the mother of your child. I want to share this with you. Make love to me..." I kissed him again.

With my thighs on either side of his torso, he gripped his mighty shaft and teasingly ran the head along my pussy lips to moisten it. I cooed in ecstasy as he did this.

"Go slow. If this is going to be our only time, let us both enjoy it," I told him. He smiled at me and dipped his tongue into my mouth. I accepted it openly and waited for him.

Then it happened, the head of his ebony shaft found its way though my pink folds and in between my lips. He waited. I moaned into his ear and squeezed him with my thighs. This encouraged him and he slid in more; he began to enter my vagina and it stretched to accommodate him.

"You are so tight, so warm. Yet, I can feel your body adjusting to me," he said in a sweet tone. "My black brothers dream of being in a white woman like you."

I swelled with pride. Of all the white women possible, I was the lucky one chosen to experience this. I was determined to make the most of it.

"A lot of white husbands are going to hate me when I tell their wives what great lovers Black men are," I jokingly said. Erikson groaned in approval. I thrusted my hips upward and accepted more of him in me. I could swear he had about 6" in me and when I looked down, I still saw another 4" or 5" out of me. I lied my head back and orgasmed at the sight.

"Make love to me. God yes...you are so gentle, so big...I needed this," I proclaimed in appreciation.

Erikson began to withdraw and then glide back into me. Every time he did so, a little more of him entered my pussy; my walls continued to accept him. With one leg resting on his calf, and my other thigh creeping up his side, I concentrated on matching his thrusts with a few thrusts of my own. Every time I timed it correctly, I'd hear a quick groan from him. Every groan I managed to get out of him turned me on more and more. Suddenly, Erikson came to a stop.

"What is wrong my dear?" I asked, out of breath.

"Not a thing, I'm finally completely in you. Just enjoying it is all."

"Mmmm..." I cooed in his ear. I could feel him pulsing within me. Every vein he had on his dick pressed up against the inside of my pussy. I was so wet, so dripping wet, a small puddle had collected near my ass. After what seemed like an eternity, Erikson began to softly pump into me again.

His lips found mine, cracked partially open with the tip of my tongue sticking out. My hands left my breasts and found his strong, dark back. I ran my fingers and nails down his smooth skin, down to his taught ass. I squeezed. He thrusted harder. I squeezed again, and once again his thrust almost took the wind out of me. I held my lover like this for a few minutes: my ankles locked around his upper thighs, one hand on his ass, and the other gripping his bicep.

"You're so tight...damn tight...like a virgin," he told me in between kisses. "This is some fine, white...God damn!"

My hand that was on his ass found its way to his balls. His big, black as night, full balls. I rolled them around between my fingers. "I want what's...in these..." I whispered. "I need it and you need it."

He continued to use my pussy as his personal toy. His head kept slipping against my clit, sending a spark up my spine. He had moved his lips onto my neck and was licking it all over. I knew what he wanted, and I was in no way capable of stopping him. I felt his lips tighten on my neck and the slightest sucking sensation overcame my neck; he was leaving his personal love mark on my neck. I arched my back and head up to him. I opened my thighs as much as I could and I squealed with delight as the sensations of his dick in my pussy, mouth on my neck, and one of his hands on my breasts overtook me.

I gripped his body close and held onto him. I shifted my weight to one side and he got a whiff of my idea. He turned as well and after a bit of maneuvering, I landed on op of him and looked down at the magnificant man below me. I felt so full, so rigid with his dick in me, I had to rest and adjust. I leaned over his face and his full lips found my nipple. They latched on like a baby to its mother and began to caress my nipple. I shut my eyes and rocked my hips slowly. All the way up his mighty shaft, and a bit quicker on the way back down. I completely bottomed out on him. Nearly 11" of this African man was in me. Now if you were to ask me if I would be doing this a year ago, I'd say you were crazy. But here I was, making love to, and enjoying the sensations that this Black man was giving to me. God I wished I was doing the same to him.

"Cum my love, cum while I'm in you." Even in the throws of his own passion, Erikson was thinking of me. My pussy gushed, coating his dick even more so. I convulsed a bit and rode him faster. "Yes Amy, use it...use me...we are one..." I had never heard words like this doing my love making sessions with my husband. My body was reacting to them in such the best of ways.

I felt his hands lower from the small of my back to my ass. With a cheek in each hand, Erikson helped me ride him. He pulled me up, held me briefly, and let me fall back down on his shaft. He kept that up for at least six or seven minutes. My clit was about to burst and my face was flushed.

"Eri...uhhhh...cum with me. Please..." I pleaded him. 

"Not yet my dear. You just enjoy it," he said calmly.

I didn't have the patience to argue with him on this point. My toes curled, my head sunk to his, my tongue darted deep into his warm mouth, and a muffled, yet audible moan escaped my mouth and went directly into his. I went limp, he kept thrusting into me.

"Cumming, I'm cumming for you..."

"That's my girl," he said. His shaft was pointed straight up into me. He braced himself with his feet and pumped upward. My body rode his dick down as it slid up into me. Every smack of our bodies gave me a jolt. I came again.

By this time Erikson's thrusts had started to become erratic. His body was desperately trying to cum, yet he always managed to hold it off. I wanted to give his body release. He rolled me back onto my back, never dislodging from me. With the head of his dick come close to my cervix, I grabbed his ass once again, licked his ear lobe, and whispered:

"Let it go. Cum in me. Breed with me..."

The sweat was beading on his forehead, he glistened in the dim light. I kept my hand on his ass and teased him. I placed his left on my right breast for encouragement. He grunted and moaned.

"Do it for me...for us..." I kept my encouragement going. My pussy was aching for his cum. I was so hot the only thing to cool it off was his cum mixing with my juices.

"This is all for you Amy...I've waited for...this my entire...life..." his eyes shut and his lips pursed together. He was cumming. A loud groan left his mouth and filled the room. I accompanied his groan with a kiss on the lips and deep, gutteral moan.


Then I felt him cum. He swelled within me, filling my already full pussy with more of his dick. His two inch wide dick grew to three inches. My pussy felt like a tight rubber band. I loved every minute of it. I found my way down to his balls again and cupped them. I felt them actually tighten and draw within him. I squeezed gently. He moaned in ecstasy, I lost control of my voice:

"Cum in me lover!" I yelled out. 

The bed was thumping rhythmically into the wall. A slight squeak could be heard from the mattress. This man was pleasing me in ways I had never been pleased before. His orgasm lasted longer than some of my love sessions with my husband. I felt rope after rope of thick, virile, potent semen rush into me and splash against my walls and cervix. He thrusted all the way in and held himself there. I had my legs around his ass holding him in, pulling him in as deep as I could. His dick would twitch within me. His balls had emptied themselves within me. No wonder black women are pregnant so much. A man with this much sperm would easily knock any woman up. Surely the damage had been done.

"My God Erikson...you, you took my body, and...just God," I looked into his eyes and passionately kissed him. I made sure to keep him in me.

I kept my eyes locked on his, and in a very serious tone told him, "That was the very best love making I have ever had. You were absolutely incredible." I rubbed his arms and giggled as he touched my breasts.




Personal Sacrifice for Others



"You are a woman like no other," he weakly said, catching his breath. His hips slid back and forth a bit, teasing us. "I so badly want to breed with you. Watch you carry our child. Watch you nurse it and show it off." I held his cheek and nodded to his words. A part of me actually hoped I had not gotten pregnant from this session; just so the chance of us meeting again would be there.

My pussy was sore, yet satisfied. I felt his semen within me, some swimming deeper into me, some spilling out of me. With a sigh Erikson slid his massive shaft out of me. My pussy lips stayed parted a bit. I would never be the same down there again. I was almost gaping.

"I must rest a bit my dear," he said to me. His slowly kissed me, cupped my breast, and lied next to me. His eyes closed and he fell asleep. My body, on the other hand, was tingling and alive. I had never felt so fulfilled in my life. The images of our love making flashed in my head: his muscles, his ebony spear dipping into me, my white hands running across his black skin. My pussy stayed wet and I placed a finger in my now larger hole. I glided it in easily and felt Erikson's thick cum within me. I reveled at the though of it impregnating me.

I got up slowly, so as to not wake him, and went downstairs to the kitchen. There, sitting in the darkness, was my mother. I was startled to say the least. I tried my best to cover up the love moarks he had left me.

"Mother, what are you doing up this late in the evening?" I asked.

"Well, you and your gentleman friend woke me up," she said. I blushed, somewhat ashamed of having my mother catch me. "It was good timing though. Roy had waken up as well and was about to enter your room. I was able to catch him and hurry him back to bed. He didn't need to see what his mother was doing."

They must've woken up when they heard Erikson and I cumming, I thought to myself. "Did you happen to hear anyth..." I was interrupted.

"Pretty much everything hun. They are quite the specimens aren't they?" she asked in a semi-proud way. Obviously the specimens she spoke of were the Black men and I couldn't really disagree.

"Mother, I can now understand why you made love with that man 13 years ago," I stated. "I felt so vulnerable, so wanted and lusted after. He performed for me first, then himself. Why would any woman of any race deny themselves that pleasure?"

"Because the men they surround themselves with would have nothing to do with it or their wives. It's too bad too, maybe women would be much happier if they all received what you just did," my mother explained. "You know you're never going to be looked at the same way again."

"I know. I...I mean we, Erikson and I, want that kind of attention. We're trying to bring a new life into this world," I proclaimed to her. Had I not been wearing a robe, my mother would've surely seen the semen that had been slithering its way down my thigh for the past few moments. "I better get back to bed. I don't want him to be alone right now. I'll talk with you in the morning. I did the right thing, right mom?"

"You're cause is a good one. Dangerous, but good. It wasn't only your decision, this man had some control over you. In your mind, you wanted to please him like this. Saying no wouldn't have only denied you, but him." My mother had such a truthful way of saying things.

1: 32 am

After I snuck back into bed, I lied there and glanced over at Erikson's body. studied every muscle, shadow, and curve of his body. I knew our child was going to be a strong one. I placed a hand over my stomach and prayed for a little miracle to occur. It just felt so right.

With him lying there naked, I could finally see his semi-erect penis in all its glory. It was still a bit moist from our love session, and as he slept it occasionally twitched. With him at my side, I carefully ran the tips of my fingers up and down his shaft. I marveled at how long it was. The picture of it disappearing into my pink folds got me hot again. And like clock work, Erikson's eyes opened.

"Mmmm what are you still doing up love?" he asked me, raising his lips to mine and fondling my breasts.

"I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about the possibility of your child growing within me. I was all appreciating your body," was my reply.

"Well woman, you can have me again if you wish..."

"God......make love to me again...this is your new bed and I am yours for the taking...I'm falling in love with you...take me" And with that, Erikson proceeding to rest himself between my parted thighs and inserted himself slowly back into me.

"You are my precious love," he sweetly said. We once again kissed slowly as I adjusted to his size, raised my thighs around his waist, and moaned in pure ecstasy.

That night we made love three times. He took me in new and sensual positions. Each time he brought me to multiple orgasms. His sperm shot into me, filling me to the frothy brim. Each time we got louder and louder. I didn't care about waking anyone. I was liberated once again. And after I had made sure Erikson's heavy balls were empty, and my pussy had milked him dry, we slept in one another's arms, just kissing, touching, and petting; looking out the window as the sun rose on a new day. A day that brought our sacrifice to a whole new level. 



Personal Satisfaction



All day has been nothing but sweet, sweet torment. Plenty of teasing, torment and outright torture. All your sexual inuendos getting me so hot my juices soaked through my pants a little. For hours, you simply implied and suggested the dirtiest of things causing me to become absolutely insane with lust and completely unsatisfied. Since you're away, it seems I'll have to resolve this issue on my own. 

I head to my room and decide my usual means of self-satisfaction are just not going to do. I need penetration and I need lots of it. I pull off my shirt and undo my bra, then remove my jeans and panties. I lie down on my bed and turn to my "special" drawer. I pull out my favorite vibrator, feeling the sleek plastic under my fingertips. I move one hand down to my pussy, wet and pulsing with the need to pleasure. All I can think is how I wish you were here to help me reach my goal, but alas I will simply have to make do on my own.

I start with slow circles around my clit as I take my other hand with the vibrator down and slowly begin to insert it. It slides in easily, my own wetness guiding it into me. I move it in almost all the way, then gradually pull it out, leaving just the tip inside. I'm still playing with my clit as I move the vibrator in and out. Already my orgasm is building, but I'm keeping it at bay as I want to make this last and savor every moment. I'm imaging you here with me, hands on my breasts, mouth all over, kisses and bites, licks and nibbles. I'm trembling all over as I think of you moving into me, pushing your cock deep within.

I continue to push and pull my vibrator while gently rubbing my clit. I turn the vibrator on to low as I keep moving it in and out. My walls are quivering as my orgasm gets closer. I quicken the pace of both my fingers and my vibrator, bringing myself to the edge of complete satisfaction. I think of your tongue pressed against my lips, first the ones on my face, then the ones between my thighs. The vision of this brings me to completion as I shake and moan a little. The orgasm lasts for what seems like minutes, my thighs shaking and my insides twitching against my vibrator. 

I lie there a moment, simply enjoying the waves of pleasure as they begin to subside and again, think of you lying here with me. A smile forms on my lips and my crotch begins to throb with a need for additional pleasure. I again start moving my vibrator, adjusting the speed to a higher setting. I move it faster this time, feeling both the stiffness and the vibrations as they course through me. My other hand resumes its circling on my clit.

While I work to bring myself to another climax, I again think of you and how you would be enjoying watching me while I make myself come. I think of how hard it would make you, just sitting and watching me as I play with myself. In my mind I can see you pulling your cock out and slowly stroking it as you watch me touching myself. Your passion and desires burning in your eyes as you see me coming closer to orgasm.

I move both hands faster, one plowing my vibrator into me forcefully, the other massaging and lightly pinching my clit between two fingers. My hand is wet from my own juices and my fingers slide easily along my clit. It twitches a little as I get closer. I think of you watching again, stroking and watching, knowing that I'm going to come and while that in and of itself is pleasure for me, coming for you makes it that much more amazing for me. Your eyes are so full of lust in my fantasy and I can see that all you want is to be inside of me.

I'm still working myself, moving so fast and hard I can feel the beginnings of soreness from the pressures I'm applying. Fuck it feels so good that I just can't stop. I keep fucking myself with the vibrator, moving my hips a little with it, really getting into the pleasure of it. I think of you over me, fucking me as you kiss me deeply. Your hands grabbing at me, pulling me close as you thrust. FUCK I WANNA COME FOR YOU. My cunt is screaming to be set free as I move faster still.

I think of how it would feel to have your face buried between my thighs while I fucked myself with a vibrator. I think of the sensation of your tongue passing over my clit, licking my lips and burrowing in, driving thrills through me. I think of your hands grabbing onto me as you push your face into me as I still massage my insides. I thrust upwards as my orgasm consumes my body. I'm twitching and spasming all over as my breating attempts to regulate itself again.

I turn off the vibrator and leave it inside me for a bit. I'm still recovering from one hell of an orgasm. Perhaps one of my most intense while self-servicing. I move my other hand lightly across my clit and twitch from the sensitivity. I pull the vibrator out and get out of bed to clean up. Sometimes I can be a little messy, it seems. Once I get done, I go back to my bed and lie down, thinking what a great show you just missed.

As I again start thinking about you, I am overcome with desire once more and feel the need to pleasure myself again. I've just finished up cleaning my toy, so I decide I'll just manually finish myself off for the night. As I move my hands down, I can feel the slightest soreness beginning in my nether regions. I ignore this as my hands find all the right spots to get me off. I again move one hand around my clit, letting my fingers stroke and squeeze. My other hand slips a finger inside, but not too far.

I start stroking my insides as I rub and caress my clit. The throbbing is overwhelming and I'm again very wet. My finger traces the opening of my pussy as the other hand still works my clit. I close my eyes and again I think of you here with me, helping me to reach my orgasm. Moving your hands across my body, tasting me as you move along, watching my hands as they do their deed. I'm so close now and again my breathing gets harder as I start to moan and sigh quietly. I keep moving around my clit and the outer edge of my pussy as my insides clench and start to spasm. As I finish off, I just think about you and how this is all your fault that I'll be sore in the morning. But what a wicked awesome sore it will be. I'll have to make sure I let you know all about it tomorrow, but thats after I get some sleep. With that I roll over and pass out, still feeling the smallest twitches as I drift off.



Personal Services



Carolyn nervously, pulled her black Mercedes S550 sedan into Linda's driveway. Carolyn was a wealthy business woman, an executive vice president of a multi billion-dollar company. With success came all the material rewards; expensive car, house, clothes and whatever else she desired. But, her success came with a price. She had to be a cold, hard, and a ruthless bitch to succeed. People, men and women alike were just pawns she used to get what she wanted.

When she was younger there was once a playful side to her, a smile and eyes that would make a man's cock hard. Her tits were a firm 34 C with thick dark nipples that pointed slightly upward. Now, nearing forty, Carolyn still had a great body but, she kept it well hidden under her black business suit, hose and pumps. Her hair was always pulled back tight and her make up did little to bring her femininity out, her face had a hard cold appearance that even her husband no longer cared to see staring up at him, so he found physical pleasure between the legs of young sluts that only lived for the pleasure that a cock could bring them.

Her marriage now, was one of convenience mostly, she didn't care who he fucked, but lately she was longing for sexual pleasure. Her cunt was itching to be filled again with a hard cock. She wanted to spread her legs for a man, to feel him on top of her, thrusting his cock hard and fast till he filled her cunt with hot sperm. She wanted to enjoy the pleasures she had in college and when she first married, before the climb up the corporate ladder began.

Linda was a physical trainer at an exclusive woman's club Carolyn visited. Linda had a way at getting to know women and how to get them to open up, particularly about sex. Carolyn opened up and shared her sexual laments with her on several occasions. Linda recognized her need and vulnerability, slowly she revealed to her the services she and her husband could offer her, services that would once again let her experience the pleasures her body longed for.

Carolyn was nervous, something she rarely experienced because of the strict control she had over her life and those around her. Coming to Linda's house for sex was a little humiliating, but that constant itch between her legs over ruled her need to be in control. She was ready to surrender her self to these two people. After all she paid for every thing else in life. Why not pay professionals for the kind of sex she wanted. Besides Linda seemed like a nice young woman, not some kind of dirty whore.

From inside Linda saw the black Mercedes pull in her drive so she hurried to the door so Carolyn wouldn't have to wait at the door.

"Hi, Carolyn, I am so glad you came, my husband Larry is looking forward to meeting you. You're going to have a great time I promise," Linda enthusiastically greeted her.

Dressed in her business attire Carolyn looked plain and emotionalist as she entered the house. 

"Carolyn, I want you to meet my husband Larry. I think he will give you just what you are needing," Linda spoke as she guided Carolyn into the great room where her husband Larry stood wearing just sandals and a silk robe.

A smile began to form on Carolyn's face as she gazed on this attractive sexy man, but her hard unemotional persona quickly wiped it away and she looked at him as if she were evaluating a business deal.

"I've been looking forward to meeting you, Carolyn," Larry spoke as he stepped toward her. "May I pour you a drink?" Larry asked.

"Perhaps a Manhattan ice tea," Carolyn stiffly replied.

With her drink in hand Linda gave her a quick tour of the house so she could relax and adjust to her surroundings.

"Carolyn, this is our master bedroom and this is our master bath. You may use it to freshen up. You may use this robe for, shall we say temporary modesty," Linda laughingly jested as she reassured and reminded Carolyn about the pleasurable reason for her visit.

"Thank you." Carolyn said in a formal tone as she took the thin silk robe of temporary modesty from Linda.

Now, alone in the bathroom Carolyn looked at her self in the mirror. She looked so business like. There was nothing soft or desirable about her appearance. No wonder her husband preferred sluts and whores to her. Not, that she was unattractive, Carolyn was 5"6" 123lbs, 34 C tits, slim waist and a nice ass. It was her face. After years of hiding emotion and being a bitch there was just a hardness about her that didn't make her sexually desirable.

Quickly, so she didn't change her mind she stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower for a quick freshening.

Once her body was dried, she slipped the short silk robe on, took a deep breath, loosened her hair and after shaking it free, she looked at herself in the mirror while holding the robe open so she could inspect her nakedness. Nervously, she closed the robe and walked out into the master bedroom where both Larry and Linda waited for her.

"Now, Carolyn, why don't you come and make yourself comfortable on my day bed," Linda suggested with a warm smile gesturing with her hand toward the day bed? It had a back to it like a chair and a bed portion just long enough to support the legs while a person sat on it.

Carolyn took a deep breath and walked over to the day bed. "Shall I remove the robe of modesty?" Carolyn asked with a mocking tone of humor.

"If you want to, Carolyn, or you may wait until Larry uncovers your modesty for you. I think you may find that more stimulating." Linda replied.

Carolyn elected to retain the robe, although it was difficult at best to keep her modesty as she stretched out on the day bed. The robe only covered the upper portion of her thigh when standing and when sitting it barely covered her pussy.

Larry walked over to the day bed and knelt at the foot of it. Carolyn looked into his face and saw a warm smile and devouring eyes. A look she hadn't seen on a man's face when looking at her for years. She watched as Larry slowly brought his hands to her ankles. Holding them he looked down at her feet. They were delicate pretty feet. Long straight toes, nails tipped in crimson red. Her heels smooth and free of callouses and roughness.

Carolyn watched as Larry took her feet into his hands and gently caressed the wrinkled soft flesh of her soles with his thumbs. This caused her to gasp and moan audibly. Carolyn enjoyed massages, but Larry's hands on her feet were electrifying. Larry continued to explore the soles of her naked feet with his thumbs. Pulling the soft flesh of her arch taut, rolling the balls of her feet and with the assistance of his hands he held her heels and rubbed the bottoms with his thumbs in a firm circular motion.

Larry loved massaging women's feet. It was his giving foot massages to his wife's sisters and girl friends that got the two of them started on giving personal services to wealthy woman. 

Next, she felt and watched as he flexed her toes gently back and forth followed by a gentle rolling of each toe between his fingers and thumb.

"Oh, that is so nice. Oh, that is so nice," Carolyn repeated as the harshness of her face began to relax and her beauty began to emerge. 

After nearly fifteen minutes Carolyn was relaxing and enjoying the strong masculine hands that were tending to her feet. Then Larry lowered his mouth to her feet and with his tongue he licked each toe. 

Carolyn's eyes flew open with a slight jerk of her feet as this new erotic sensation began to register. No one had ever licked her toes she had never even considered someone would want to do that, but as Larry continued to lick and suck on each toe Carolyn was melting.

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes, please don't stop what you are doing. I've never had my toes licked or sucked," Carolyn implored in a pleading yet commanding tone of voice.

Larry took each foot in turn and with his strong hands he held it and brought his mouth, lips and tongue to it so he could lick the soles of her feet his tongue raking over each crease till his lips took the balls of her feet into his mouth till his tarting tongue found its way between her toes. His lips kissed the soft fleshly under pads of each toe, which caused Carolyn to flex and curl them and with impatience she would extend her foot up along the side of Larry's face so he could kiss and lick her wrinkled soles.

Carolyn was becoming delirious in the erotic sensation of Larry's tongue and mouth on her feet. She wanted to see and feel his lips, tongue and mouth pleasuring her feet and toes. Then she leaned forward and pressed the soles of her feet to his face. Carolyn was taking control by rubbing her feet over his face ordering him to take her toes into his mouth, asking him in a humiliating tone of voice if he liked the way they smelled and tasted. For her freshening didn't include a through washing of her feet. She thought she was there for regular sex. Oral stimulation followed by fucking. Not that her feet were filthy, they were just coated in sweat only slightly removed from standing in the shower.

Larry moaned and inhaled deeply, "Oh, yes, I love your scent and taste. I prefer to taste a woman not soap," Larry explained as he would hold his nose to her wrinkled soles and inhale deeply.

Carolyn giggled wickedly as her dominate side took control of the pleasure. "Oh, that's so good. Lick my feet, lick them clean for me."

Linda fingered her clit as she watched her husband pleasure Carolyn's feet with his tongue and mouth. She knew what she was experiencing and it pleased her and turned her on to see her husband perform so well.

"Is your tongue as talented here," Carolyn asked, as she opened her rob exposing her hairy cunt.

Larry smiled and licked his lips as he crawled up the day bed, hooking his hands behind her knees so he could open and push her legs back. 

Carolyn lay with her cunt exposed. It had been years since a man so aggressively open her legs so he could see her mound. Few other men but her husband ever had such a view of her and he'd not looked at her in years. With bated breath she watched as Larry lowered his mouth to her sex, she could feel his breath on her thighs as his fingers probed her hairy cunt lips, parting them so his lips and tongue could melt into her soft sweet wetness.

"Oh, fuck! That's fucking wonderful. Lick my cunt you bastard lick my fucking cunt like a man should," Larry didn't need to be told this, he knew how to lick pussy and took great pleasure in it, he instinctively knew it was her husband she was saying this, too. Woman would many times vent their sexual frustrations on him as he pleasured them as they wished their husbands would.

In a matter of a few minutes Larry had Carolyn thrashing about on the day bed moaning and screaming in pleasure as orgasm after orgasm rolled over her body.

"I need, I need to be fucked. Oh, fuck me, fuck me," Carolyn demanded as she reached between her legs grabbing Larry's head so she could pull him up on to her.

Larry grabbed her legs behind the knees and briskly pulled her toward himself so she was on her back with her feet up. Quickly, he positioned himself so his cock was between the lips of her cunt. Then leaning forward over top of her he asked her, "what do you want me to do to you?"

"Fuck me! Stick that big cock in my cunt and fuck me. What the fuck do you think I want from you?" She hollered .

Larry then lunged forward driving his cock into Carolyn's cunt. She gasped and moaned in both pain and pleasure as she was being taken for the first time in over a year. Once she adjusted, Larry began a steady thrusting till she exploded in yet another orgasm. 

Larry was sitting up on his knees with Carolyn wedged in between them, her feet on his shoulders and his cock buried in her. Taking hold of her feet Larry pressed them to his face once more so he could lick and smell them again; not just to please the bitch lying benight him, but because he truly found the taste, smell and texture of a woman's feet erotic. Carolyn moaned deeply as she wiggled her toes in his mouth.

"Do me from behind, do me like a bitch," Carolyn demanded, as she rubbed her feet over Larry's face condescendingly.

Larry withdrew his cock and stood at the end of the day bed and motioned for Carolyn to assume her submissive position . Carolyn wasted no time and she was kneeling on the day bed submissively, her ass up and her face pressing into the mattress.

Linda watched as her husband lined his cock up with Carolyn's fuck hole, and with a smooth forceful thrust he mounted this cold bitch of a business woman like a stud takes a bitch in heat.

"Oh, Oh fuck, Oh fuck, yes that's it hump my ass, fuck me like bitch you bastard," Carolyn cried out as Linda quickly stripped eager to join in.

Larry grinned sadistically as he humped this bitch. Then he suddenly and with out any warning he gave her several hard smacks on the ass, causing them to redden and Carolyn to howler out in shock and pain. "How's that, bitch? Are you getting what you want from me?" Larry asked. 

The room was filled with the slapping of flesh as Larry humped her hard and fast. Carolyn looked up and saw Linda standing naked along the side of her, watching as her husband was fucking her. Then she felt her hand stroking her back and caressing her till she was kneading her tits.

"Carolyn, have you ever been with a woman?" Linda asked as she gently squeezed Carolyn's tit.

"No, no I haven't. What are you wanting to do to me?" She asked, uncertain as to what to expect, but excited about what might occur.

"Let me under you Carolyn," Linda instructed as she started wiggling her naked body under Carolyn's so her face was between her legs. Now, Linda was where she wanted to be, her face just a few inches from a woman's cunt and her husband's cock.

This put Linda's cunt right under Carolyn's face, so close that Carolyn could smell Linda's cunt. Carolyn had never been in such close proximity to a woman's cunt. As Larry continued to hump her, the rocking of her body pushed her face ever closer toward Linda's cunt. 

Then Larry paused to catch his breath, which enable Carolyn to feel Linda's hot breath on her thighs and her hands caressing her ass. Larry watched as Carolyn twisted her head about staring at his wife's cunt.

"Go ahead, Carolyn, go ahead and taste it, Linda's pussy is sweet as honey," Larry encouraged.

Carolyn's inhibition vanished with Larry's instruction. Carolyn lowered her mouth to Linda's smooth cunt lips, and ever so lightly she extended her tongue till it touched Linda's smooth cunt lips. Then Carolyn slipped her tongue between Linda's cunt lips till her tongue was coated with Linda's sweet cunt honey. Carolyn was overwhelmed with the sweet taste of Linda's cunt. She pushed her tongue into her hole to scoop Linda's sweet honey out. Then her tongue found her clit and instinctively she began flicking it coaxing the hard bud to grow till she felt Linda's body stiffen as she moaned in a delightful orgasm.

Mean while Larry took a firm grip onto Carolyn's hips and began thrusting as hard and fast as he could till he reached that point of release where he exploded in pleasure from his orgasm flooding Carolyn with sperm; sperm that would provide Linda with a fresh hot cream pie to tongue out from her cunt.

Larry withdrew from Carolyn's cunt and Linda wide eyed open her mouth so she could catch her husband's sperm as it dripped from Carolyn's cunt. Larry staggered forward and presented his cock to Carolyn who for the first time that evening took his cock into her mouth. It was soft and sticky, slick with sperm and her fuck juices. Carolyn cleaned Larry's cock as Linda cleaned the sperm from her cunt.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Carolyn," Linda asked as she walked her to the door.

"Oh, did I enjoy myself. That was the best sex I ever had. May I come again sometime?" Carolyn asked.

"Sure you can come again. Like I explained at the club the first time is free all additional visits will cost $500 dollars for Larry alone and $1000 for both of us," Linda replied.

Carolyn took a deep breath and asked, "Is next Thursday evening available?"



Personal Shower



Gloria was glad she finally convinced her husband, Gary, to visit their old friends, the Porters in Orlando.

Oh, Gary could be an old curmudgeon, sure enough. Everyone knew that. But even he admitted it would be nice to see the Porters again and Gloria was looking forward to seeing the Potters' daughter and son at the same time. They lived in a nice old home (or so she heard) right on the beach and they would be hosting Gary and Gloria during their stay in Orlando. 

One of the reasons Gloria was so eager to make the visit is that she and hubby Gary weren't getting any younger. At 75, she was moving a lot more slowly these days and Gary had a stroke a few years back and wasn't supposed to climb stairs or exert himself any more than necessary. This, of course, didn't help his crabby disposition.

And Gloria had a nasty little secret that she was ashamed to admit even to herself. Unlike many of her friends who were getting older, Gloria found her "needs" (as she referred to the matter) increasing as she aged. Gary was unable to have sex any longer and he refused to try any of the new drugs ("It ain't natural, goddammit!") that would make it possible.

So Gloria would reach down into her bushy nether regions while watching television after Gary had gone to bed. Her screams while watching old reruns of Magnum P.I. were not because any violence on the program. It was old Gloria finding a little piece of heaven between her chunky thighs while watching a young and handsome Tom Selleck playing detective.

One time after watching the show, she climbed on top of Gary and rubbed herself against his flaccid member until he finally pushed her off ("What are you doing, woman?") and Gloria could only whimper into her pillow, yank up her flannel nightie and strum herself to a quiet orgasm.

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"Jesus, Gary is coming here? To stay in our home? What were you thinking?"

Robert was talking with his wife, Melissa, about the pending visit of Gloria and Gary. They were old friends of Melissa's folks and while Robert liked Gloria well enough, Gary was a royal pain in the ass.

"He's irritable, bossy, cheap and his breath stinks."

"Well," said Melissa shrugging, "they're family – practically."

"How am I supposed to get any work done while they're here?" Robert asked. "I need to work in my office."

"Don't worry about it," Melissa said. "They'll be spending most of their time at mom and dad's anyway and your office is upstairs. They're sleeping downstairs. It's just a few days, honey."

Robert acquiesced, as he did with most things. He loved his wife even if she didn't always provide as much action in the bedroom as he would have liked. She was an only child and her mother had given birth when she was almost 40. Her parents were aging and Robert spent more and more time at their house replacing light bulbs and making small fixes that her dad was too old to handle any longer.

"Fine," he said. "I'll live with it for three days."

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When Gary and Gloria arrived at Robert and Melissa's home there were hugs and kisses all around although Gary looked as though someone had jabbed him with a hot poker when Melissa kissed him on the cheek.

Gloria was just the opposite. She gave a big hug and kiss to both Robert and Melissa and Robert got over his original peevishness at hosting these two old folks. Everyone settled in and Gloria caught up on the news of family and friends while Gary complained about the unavailability of his favorite courtroom show on television.

"Get me a beer, wouldja?" he said to Gloria who, unsure where to go, looked helplessly at Melissa.

"I'll get it," she said and Gary just grunted.

Gloria was pretending to watch some old soap opera (she actually hated watching them) but in actuality she was stealing little peaks at Robert. She hadn't seen him in a number of years, at least since her "needs" started increasing. She never realized how much he looked like an older Tom Selleck.

"So Robert," she said, "Are you staying busy?" And she was surprised to realize she was blushing. For his part, Robert didn't notice anything unusual.

"Business is good, Gloria," he smiled (what a pretty smile). "I wish it were better but, hey, what are you going to do?"

"What kind of dumb question was that to ask?" said Gary. "You don't ask questions like that. Jeezus!"

Robert smiled and winked at Gloria and she flushed again.

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Things were pretty uneventful on that first day after that. Gary and Gloria spent most of the day over at Melissa's folks' house, got home (they had gone out to eat) and went to bed. Robert decided he had overreacted and that this visit wasn't going to be so bad after all.

He was annoyed – as expected – with Gary's bossing of Gloria. And anytime she left the room, it was always "where are you going now?, or "what are you up to now?". Gloria was pretty patient with it all and answered sweetly every bellowed question or command.

Robert genuinely liked Gloria. He always had – and not just because she was so saintly in dealing with Gary. She was always willing to go the extra mile for friends and strangers alike, never had a bad word to say about anyone and was about as honest and sweet a personality as Robert had ever known.

She was wearing new shorts that she bought because they were in Florida and not Michigan any longer. Robert, a little frustrated himself, checked her out as she walked to and fro delivering beer, crackers, the channel changer, magazines and a catalog to her ornery old husband.

Nice, big ass, he decided, then he caught himself. For the luvagod, he said to himself, this is a dear friend and a woman in her mid-70s. What was he thinking?

He was thinking that Gloria's ass stretched out those new shorts very appealingly and even though she had chunky thighs, she had cute knees and manicured toes that poked out through her sandals.

Gary decided it was time to return to his office and see if he could talk Melissa into some late night action – and soon.

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The next morning Gloria was ready to get cleaned up when she realized the downstairs bathroom did not have a shower. All it had was a claw foot tub that she could barely climb into anyway.

Well, she would just have Melissa help her upstairs to their shower. And then she remembered that Melissa had gone off to work. And Robert was at the gym.

"Good morning," said a cheery Robert as he opened the front door, a towel around his neck. He was just returning from the gym and was wearing tight shorts and a simple t-shirt that showed off a handsome physique from his regular workouts. Gloria flushed again and felt an all-too-familiar warmth in her loins as he smiled at her.

"Problem?" he asked.

"I want to take a shower, Robert, but there's no shower downstairs." Then a little quieter. "And I don't think I can make it upstairs on my own. Is it okay if I shower upstairs? And would you help me get up the stairs, please?"

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When Robert walked into the house after coming back from the gym, he was a little shocked to see Gloria standing there in a red satin bathrobe – not what he would have expected from Gloria.

There were little padded slippers on her feet and only a satin tie keeping the robe closed and the package inside from spilling into view. But it wasn't working all that well. Robert could see that it was a handsome package, indeed. He was able to view a shocking exposure of breast that Gloria only closed after a few moments and he could see a pleasant little paunch straining at the robe tie.

He was shocked to find himself gasping a little but he was able to disguise it as a result of his gym workout. He wiped he head with the towel and said he would be happy to escort Gloria up the stairs.

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"Where are you going, Gloria? What are you up to?" bellowed Gary, still in bed.

"I'm going to take a shower. Go back to sleep."

"Hurry up," he said. "I want breakfast."

Gloria turned to Robert with an expression that suggested she wasn't always pleased with Gary's attitude. Robert smiled and took her arm.

They moved slowly up the steps and at each step, Gloria's robe seemed to fall open more and more. At first, Robert tried not to look over at her but in the interest of safety (he wanted to make sure she was holding onto the opposite handrail) he finally cast a glance and could see her left breast almost fully exposed with the nipple swinging against the open front of the robe – slowly hardening.

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Gloria was breathing pretty heavily herself when she saw Robert in his gym attire. She felt frustrated by her need for help and she was a bit more irritated than usual at Gary's constant harangues on this trip.

Then she did something that surprised her. She consciously pushed her chest out and the robe opened just a bit more than was, well, ladylike. 

Gloria pretended she didn't realize what she was doing while talking with Robert but she could tell he took notice and this excited her in a way she had not been excited in quite a number of years. Yes, she still had a handsome set of breasts. And Robert appreciated them.

She slowly closed the robe and let Robert help her upstairs and into the shower.

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"I'm hungry!" Gary shouted just as they reached the top of the stairs. 

Gloria took a deep breath as she pulled herself onto the landing and she looked at Robert and smiled, either at Gary's call or the fact that her breasts were on display, Robert couldn't tell.

Robert went into the shower stall and turned the water on. While doing so he wondered if Gloria's apparent openness with regard to her body was just "familial" or some kind of come-on. No, he decided. It couldn't be that.

"Here's a clean towel," Robert said and as he handed it to her, she let the robe tie come loose completely. Now she was standing there naked except for some loose cotton panties. Despite his earlier excitement, Robert was now decidedly uncomfortable.

Gloria flushed a little and patted his hand when she saw his discomfort. "It's okay, honey, we're practically family."

But, Robert thought to himself, we are not family and as he watched those pendulous breast swing against each other he wanted nothing more than to suckle at them.

But with a force of will (how can I have such thoughts about such a wonderful lady?) he turned and walked out of the bathroom not knowing if it was the humidity in the bathroom, his recent workout or seeing Gloria in the all-together that had caused beads of sweat to pop out of his brow.

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Gloria dropped the robe to the floor but Robert had already turned around. She was a little disappointed but resigned. What would he want with an old lady like her?

When they were climbing the steps, she could feel her breasts swinging in the open and it was wonderfully free, especially with a handsome man standing next to her. That thought and the brushing of her breasts against the robe caused her nipples to grow hard, as they often did while watching Tom Selleck cavort while her pudgy fingers danced between her legs.

Gloria stepped into the shower stall and her foot slid across the floor and soon she was on her knees. "Ohh," she called out. "Ohhh...." The water poured down on her head and in a matter of moments, Robert was there to help her, reaching out to pull her up. 

He was absolutely naked.

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Gloria stood up, murmured a "thank you" and turned around to look at Robert while the warm water poured onto her naked flesh.

She was amazed at how comfortable she felt. And how alive. Her nipples tingled and her loins ached. And there was something else. Something quite pleasant, indeed.

Robert was wearing an unmistakable look of lust across his features. Despite that, she said something very strange.

"I have to pee."

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It was hearing Gary call out stupidly to Gloria one more time that caused Robert to turn around.

To hell with it, he said to himself. To hell with trying to do the right thing. To hell with Gary. To hell with trying to fight down his dark urges.

He pulled off his gym clothes and tossed them in a pile outside the door just in time to hear Gloria calling out. He immediately rushed to help her up and was struck dead by her old, pudgy body, the long dugs with the fattened nipples, the soft thatch between her legs and a look of absolute honesty and openness.

"I have to pee," Gloria said, ignoring the fact that two people who were not related or involved in any way were standing naked together in the shower.

Robert closed the stall door. "Then just pee," he said. "Just do it here. Go ahead. It's okay."

Ironically, Gloria seemed more shocked by this than anything else. "Oh, I could never. It's so . . . improper."

"You know, something?" Robert said. "We spend our whole lifetime holding piss in either because it's inappropriate or we're wearing clothing. We're always 'holding it in.' When you're in the shower, you don't have to hold it in. You can be like the animals of the forest. If you feel like peeing, than just do it. You have a beautiful body, Gloria."

And with that, Gloria, for the first time in her long life, peed in the shower and Robert watched. The stream spurted from between her legs, than along her legs while the warm shower water washed over her.

Gloria smiled and looked into Robert's eyes but couldn't help noticing that he was growing erect – and quite an erection it was.

"Oh, my," was all Gloria could say. 

Robert moved closer to her and kissed her full on the lips while holding onto her left ass cheek. Her tongue, tentative at first, danced in his mouth and her right hand reached out to grab his erect cock. It was heaven.

Gloria was breathing quite heavily now and she needed to sit down on the bench in the shower. Robert's hard body reached down and pulled a faucet sprayer from the wall and turned a knob on the shower.

"This is a personal shower," Robert said. "Do you have one of these?"

All Gloria could do was shake her head no, and smile.

"It's used to get to those special places. Here, let me show you."

They both could hear Gary downstairs calling. It was too bad he couldn't make it up the stairs or he might have been surprised at the goings on in the shower. Of course, Gary never went looking for Gloria anyway. He just summoned her.

But not now.

Robert turned the personal shower on spray and held it to Gloria's pussy. It was full of soft hair and, surprisingly, most of it was still black. So soft. Robert grabbed a soap bar and massaged Gloria's pubic hair.

"oh. . . ." was all she could say.

He moved his fingers inside her cunt and could feel her wetness – and it was not caused by the personal shower. Robert washed her chunky legs, licked her knees which had tempted him yesterday and ran the spray over her toes. Gloria threw her head back and Robert took her right foot and jiggled it against his erect member.

"Oh, God," she said. "Robert, don't stop." 

He had no intention. "Stand up and turn around, sweetheart."

Robert helped Gloria stand up but before she turned around, he grabbed her left breast then suckled and bit at the other while her fingers quickly and naturally started stroking her cunt. Her breathing was picking up. "Turn around," he said.

Gloria put her head against the wall and Robert took the personal shower and ran it along the length of her back, her ass and her legs. She had a firm, old woman's back that was pudgy and soft, but it was her ass that attracted his attention now. He wanted it since yesterday and now it was right there in front of him in all its cold white, fat and flabby beauty.

Robert put the personal shower on a harder spray and ran it along the length of her ass crack. He took soap and massaged it into the crack then rinsed it off with the hard spray of the shower.

"Take it sweetie," he said to Gloria, handing her the shower. She immediately put the nozzle against her vagina and began moaning. The moans grew louder when Robert started taking little nips at her ass with his teeth, then probed her anal opening with his tongue, all the while spray from above and the personal shower were splashing on his face and body.

"I want to eat your ass, Gloria. It tastes delicious," he said, tonguing her asshole mercilessly, forcing it past the rosette. Gloria alternately bucked against the personal shower and against his eager tongue.

"Glo-ooo—oria!" They could both hear the shout from downstairs.

For her part, she was almost laughing from the crazy scenario of her husband screaming at her from downstairs while this horny young man assaulted her virgin asshole.

"Can you put, you know, your thing in there?" Gloria panted. Then she laughed to herself again. "I'll handle the front."

Robert leaned against her ear, the water pouring down on them, her breath increasing. He bit her ear and she moaned again. "You want me to fuck you in the ass, darling Gloria."

She nodded. An echo of Gary's last bellow was still ringing in their ears. "I want you to fuck me in the ass, darling Robert, while I use your personal shower."

Robert grabbed the bar of soap and liberally soaped her ass crack. She was incredibly hot, moaning and pushing against even this. He grabbed his cock, played with her, ran it along the length of her ass, poked at one globe, than the other.

"Do it," said sweet-voiced Gloria. "Do it now."

Robert plunged into her ass so quickly that her breath stopped abruptly, then started again. Her sphincter had reflexively closed from the unexpected assault, then had eased. "Okay," she said. "Okay, I'm ready now. I want it all."

Robert didn't need a second invitation. The purple tip of his cock was past the sphincter and with remarkable ease the remaining 7 inches slid into that hot and forbidden cavern between the great globes that had tempted him so deliciously yesterday.

"I'm doing it, Gloria. I'm fucking your ass. And it feels wonderful, sweetheart."

"Gloo—ooo—ria!!"

"I've never felt anything like this. Oh. Pump faster, baby. Give it to Gloria. Give it all to me. I want to hurt with your cock in me I want you to fuck me forever."

Robert did, indeed, want to fuck her for a long time but his own frustrations and her surprisingly nasty talk were pushing him over the edge. And she was going along for the ride.

"Oh, yes, oh yes, oh yesssss!"

"Glo---ooooooooooooo-oooooo-ria!! Where the hell are you??"

Now she was bucking in both directions, toward the personal shower which she seemed to have placed wholly in her cunt and forcing even more cock meat into her ass. Robert banged in and out of her asshole, ramming his entire length each time, seemingly growing longer with each stroke. It excited him beyond all expectation as he watched his gleaming rod pounding her fat, old ass.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Robert said. "You are the best fuck I have ever had," he said, and he meant it.

"The same here, baby. Cock me. Cock me!" She couldn't believe the words coming out of her own mouth.

Robert pounded like a steam engine, held her ass with his hands, then stroked her tits which were swinging wildly now amid the water and the steam. He pulled at her nipples. More moaning. It was coming now finally, mercifully.

But Gloria came first and Robert was glad. She yelled, her head raised as though she had finally conquered Everest and Robert poured weeks worth of semen into her aged bowels while both shouted, 'yes, yes, yes!'.

Robert's cock plopped out of her ass and she fell, spent, relieved and satisfied, to the shower bench.




Personal Shower



Gloria took a number of breaths and used the personal shower on Robert's hard-working cock, massaging it back to hardness.

She looked up at him, nipples hard and red, smile beatific. "I guess you'll want breakfast now," she said.