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Random Encounter

By: whisperingsubmission



He first saw her in a small restaurant, he was surprised he hadn't noticed her around town before, that meant she had probably just moved here. Perhaps to attend the college campus in town, there was a large flux every year of new students. Most of them got local jobs in restaurants like this, Random adjusted the front of his pants casually before approaching the girl. She had long inky black hair, her skin was a dusky honey, proclaiming her eastern ancestry. She had the darkest liquid brown eyes, they almost swallowed the light Random noticed she only met his eyes once before properly lowering them to the floor, where she belonged. That first day he didn't tease her to much, he let her wait on him, fetch his coffee and even tipped her well. Random made sure the restaurant became a regular stop on his way home from work.

Her name was Jane. Curiously, she trembled every time their eyes met, as though she knew in her bones, how he would claim her. Random's cruel grin stretched across his face. Jane's eyes widened when she caught his leer and he watched her pupils constrict in the flood pheromones, oh yes, Random knew his affect on women of her kind. Her will would bend to his, he could practically taste her in his mouth. Random made sure to take things slowly savoring every moment, letting her think she was getting to know him. On his third or fourth visit Random finally broke the glass window of polite conversation. Following her vague comment on some kind of local market, he leaned forward suddenly and inhaled her scent deeply before stating in a calm voice.

"I believe, I shall be driving you home from work after your shift today, my pet." Jane's nostrils flared slightly in fear and she leaned back a flush creeping up from her exposed cleavage, but finally she quelled under his commanding stare and meekly replied.

"At two my shift ends, I can be waiting out front"

Wanting to know how far he could push this born slave, Random gestured for her to lean down to him. His breathe hot on her neck, he let his tongue slip out and wet her lobe before saying "I will make this easier for you if you bring me your panties in the next 5 minutes. Now this isn't an order or a demand my dear, just a pleasant suggestion on how to gain my better side." Random felt the energy of her as she stood up, darting a wondering glance at him, before retreating to the back of the restaurant in the kitchen. He was curious if she would bring him her panties. Random leaned back to watch the clock in a show of casualness, sipping his coffee in silence.

Five minutes came and went with no return from his pretty little find. He smiled and leaned back, glad she had chosen this way, it would be more fun if he played dirty. Throwing more bills on the table than was necessary to pay with, Random stood and went out to his car to prepare it for Jane.

Because of his proclivities and growing desire for Jane he kept his truck well stocked for such an occasion. Not wanting to draw attention to himself as his worked on his plan, Random pulled up into a mostly empty parking garage nearby. He stepped out of his vehicle and opened the back hatch, retrieving a small box from the passenger seat before closing up the front. When he purchased the truck Random had had several modifications done, extra d-rings were added in various places about the truck. Straps and cuffs dangled off some of the rings, one in each of the four corners of the hatch back forming a square on the floor of the trunk. He looked down at the remaining two straps in his hands and decided he would have to use them for something else.

At precisely 2 pm Random pulled his grey SUV to the front of the building, waiting there, eyes downcast and face flushed, stood Jane. He could tell she was nervous and glancing around fitfully under her lowered lashes. As she opened the door and slid into the leather seat beside him, Random didn't even acknowledge her presence. Once she stilled, he threw the vehicle into gear and locked the doors. Jane didn't mention a destination and Random didn't ask. 

Random drove for awhile in silence, once he had merged onto the expressway he finally turned to his passenger.

"You should have listened to my advice earlier, pet. Now this is going to be hard going for you." Jane whimpered a little before he continued. "Now you WILL remove the rest of your clothes, but keep on those precious panties that mean so much to you"

As he said this Random's hand reached over to cup her breast, his finger found the hardened nub of her confined nipple, Jane leaned wantonly into his hand Random laughed and gave it a hard pinch, pulling a soft cry from her closed lips, before returning to the wheel. Jane silently removed her clothing in the small area she was allotted, making sure not to brush Random. Struggling a couple of times, but when she was through, Random's breath caught in desire as he glimpsed the creamy skin he would soon defile.

Her medium sized breasts were natural and dusky tan, her nipples were painfully hard in the cool a/c of the interior. They were a dark ruddy color about the size of his pinky nail surrounded by a quarter sized areola. A smooth expanse of stomach, dotted by the occasional freckle, led down to narrow hips encased in girlish pink cotton under shorts. Once she completed her ordered stripping, Random casually changed lanes so he was driving past the semi-trucks at a regular interval.

"Spread your legs." Jane complied silently, her thighs sliding across the leather seats. "Now, pleasure yourself." At this point Random turned his attention back to the road. 

Jane slid her hand into her underwear, her fingers finding the nub of her clit with practiced ease. Her other hand rose to her breast lightly catching the nipple between her fingers to twist and pinch. Aware of the man next to her and the eyes of the passing truckers feasting on her body, Jane's reaction was hot. Her lips moistened quickly as she panted and rubbed at her clit, every so often sliding a finger into her sopping pussy. Her eyes unfocused and her attention elsewhere, Jane didn't notice when they pulled off the Highway. 

The exit they had taken was a country road out into a wooded area. Random found the service drive he was looking for and headed deeper into the woods. After another minute or so he pulled into a clearing and threw the SUV into park. Glancing over to Jane for the first time since he'd told her to play with herself, Random was delighted.

Her legs were spread to their fullest extent, each resting on a side to her seat, Jane's pink panties were dark and soaked with the juice from her dripping hole, and her hand was working furiously on her clitoris and pussy. The other hand was pulling and twisting her nipple, violently he noted with interest, her face was a mask of coming pleasure. Not wanting her to get overly excited, Random grabbed her other breast roughly and twisted her nipple extremely hard until the pain registered on her face. None to gently, he brushed aside her wet hand, then he took two of his finger and placed them on the fabric directly over her hole. Locking his eyes with hers, he applied pressure until he felt the cotton give under his fingers and her panties slid up into her wet hole. Jane moaned and rocked under his hand desperately. Random felt the panties get even wetter around his fingers and his cock hardened in his pants. abruptly he pulled his fingers from her cunt and stepped out of the truck.

Jane sat there confused for a moment before her door was also opened and he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her out. Random roughly pulled the panty clad girl to the back of the vehicle and opened the hatch. Firmly he walked her forward and bent her over the tail gate to the waiting straps.

He laid her in the trunk and stretched her arms above her head, fastening the cuffs around her wrists, sliding his grip to around her waist he kicked her feet apart. After locking the thigh straps down, Random stood back to survey his work. Flushed and trembling Jane lay securely on her stomach, legs spread, in the back of his SUV. Her pink panties still clung wetly to her ass and the leather creaked as her body heaved for breath. 

Random twitched aside her underwear to reveal her wetly gleaming pussy, his little whore shaved herself, his cock swelled in his pants. He would have to reward her for that pleasant surprise. Random reached down and undid his zipper freeing his overly long rod from it's confines. His cock was of average width, but the length was his favorite weapon, he loved to push in as far as he could go then brutally pound those tight pussies until the little whore begged for his pleasure. Random reached out and spread the lips of her cunt a little before pressing the throbbing head of his cock into her slit.

Jane's moans of pleasure turned quickly to cries of pain when he kept going deeper and deeper, upon finding the wall of her uterus, Random reached out and grabbed Jane's long black mane, pulling all the way out he shoved back in, brutally repeating this over and over, Jane's back was arched as far as her bonds would let her go. Her hair acting a reins for Random's wild violent ride on her. The cries Jane was making bounced off the empty trees and Random luxuriated in the velvet feel of her cunt.

As her channel swelled and tightened around him from the violent intrusion, Random slowed his pace but his thrust was still hard and deep. At one point, pulling out to rest for a moment, Random replaced his cock with three of his long supple fingers. Feeling her swollen hot sex dripping with their juices, Random couldn't help but to slide in a fourth digit to the sound of her agonized cries. She started wiggling and bouncing up and down, Random slapped her ass as hard as he could pulling another cry from her, but Jane stopped moving. Stretching her pussy even farther he slid his thumb in, working back and forth he felt her insides giving under the pressure, Jane was once again bucking and whimpering trying to get her pussy out of his reach, but to no avail as this managed to only excited him more. Finally freeing his hand with a wet squelching sound, Random stood and removed his belt. 

Placing his hand soothingly on Jane's lower back he waited until she calmed before continuing. 

"Now little one, you get to keep you panties on but, because of the fabric there I'm afraid I'm going to have to swing quite a bit harder and more often." Jane whimpered and started to fidget " Shh, now listen, surprisingly you shave your cunt like good little whore does, so I'll only give you an even dozen lashes for your lack of cooperation earlier."

Random stepped back to his place behind Jane's naked form. He swung his belt experimentally before landing a stinging blow across her ass. "Now Jane I need you to keep a good loud count for me, let's start again" Random swung hard and Jane's body jerked at the contact" 

"One" came the soft tear choked voice

THWACK

"Two"

THWACK

"Th-Three"

THWACK

"Puh-Please Sir I'm sorry, please I'll listen"

THWACK

"Now whore, we have to begin again, I only want to hear you counting, if I wanted something else I would have given it to you, understand"

Jane nodded and they began once more.

THWACK

"One"

THWACK

By the Fourth strike Jane was sobbing, but she dutifully continued the count. By the end of eight her voice was choking and hard to understand. Random paused to give her a chance to catch her breath. His hand roughly fondling the welts on her ass and diddling occasionally with her wet pussy. Once her sobs had faded to whimpers Random resumed his pleasure.

TWACK

"Nine"

THWACK

"Ten"

THWACK

"Eleven"

Random wanted to make sure this one was memorable, so he pulled her panties to one side and delivered a sharp blow to her bald little cunt.

"Tw-Twelve" Jane choked out finally.

By this point Random's cock was almost leaping with the need to cum. Keeping the garment pulled aside Random placed the head of his dick against her tight ass. Feeling Jane tense up he eased his cock in slowly. He could feel the muscles clutching him stretching around his engorged dick. Finally bottoming out in her painfully tight hole, Random started gently rocking back and forth, knowing the truck fame would be pinching beautiful Jane's skin he rested his weight on her completely. Feeling her begin to writhe beneath him in pleasure he increased his pace a little. The channel of her anus was quick become slick with his pre-cum and Random decided it wasn't quite painful enough for pretty Jane. Once again he reached out and grabbed up a handful of her hair and shoved his cock deep inside her wiggling ass, moaning in delight he ignored the cries from underneath him. Random leaned forward and freed the catch holding her wrist cuffs together. He straightened up and pulled Jane up until she was flush against his chest, cock still buried deep. 

"I'm going to push your face back into the floor where it will remain, until you clean me. However I want the pretty little hands of yours holding your ass open for me, I want to best view possible you understand." Random whispered wetly in her ear, jerking her head back sharply before roughly pushing her back down on her stomach.

Jane dutifully reached her hand behind her back and gripped her cheeks, pulling them wide. Random let out his breath and drew his sharp nail down Jane's welted back causing her to cry and writhe beneath him. He took his violent pleasure on her body. Pulling her hair and pounding his cock into her ass, it wasn't long until his balls tightened and his shaft grew with his release. And the little whore, it seemed was almost waiting for him to cum until her ass tightened down on his cock in a huge orgasm. Random staggered from the pleasure of her milking hole. When he finally finished shooting cum into her ass he pulled his cock out and stepped back. Taking note of her position Random climbed around her into the back of the SUV trunk, settling himself at her head, he gestured for her to wrap her arms around him. He grabbed the clasp for the cuffs and hooked them together behind his back. Jane's face was now firmly planted in his lap, strings of filthy cum from his dick already clinging to her face and hair. Random reached down and grabbed Jane by the back of her head forcing her mouth open with his other hand. He shoved his cock all the way in and growled out,

"Clean Bitch", before relaxing backwards slightly. Jane struggled at her task and probably did her best, but Random remained unimpressed, he made a mental note to train her more extensively on the "hands-free" blow job, besides she did whimper and gag so adorably. His cock quickly hardened again under her passionate ministrations. Jane was having an even harder time raising up all the way and was gagging a lot more often now. Random occasionally aggravated this by pushing down on her head and fucking her face and the back of her throat roughly.

"Look at me pet, I want to watch your eyes while you suck my cock" Jane looked up at him her dark eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot, leaking tears. Random's cock only got harder, he leaned forward and ran his nails up Jane's back, while her cries were muffled by the dick lodged in her throat. He felt her jaw start to clamp down in pain and knew that if he hadn't been so deep in her throat that probably would have left a mark on him. Random let his desire overwhelm him and came violently, thick cum choking and gagging Jane. Random recovered quickly, releasing Jane's wrists almost before she knew what was going on. He climbed out of the truck and released the cuffs holding her thighs in place as well. Random grabbed Jane by the hair and threw her to the ground at his feet.

"Stand up, you good for nothing bitch" Jane rose, shaking and scared. "I don't care if I am branding that pretty little ass of yours, if my cock is in you mouth you never bite down.." To emphasize this statement Random stepped forward and backhanded Jane across the face, twice. 

After swiftly straightening his clothing Random fetched her outfit from the front seat. While she watched , he placed her clothes onto the ground and lit them on fire. Jane shrank back in confusion as he turned to face her.

"The next time I instruct you to remove anything, anytime, anywhere, you had better obey or today's punishment will seem like child's play. You are mine now to do with as I wish and I dislike disobedience." 

Having said this Random motioned for Jane to return to the passenger seat of the vehicle. The only other words that were spoken was Random inquiring after Jane's address and issuing final instructions. There he dropped her off, and watched her retreating naked and pale into the night. He made sure she did as was instructed and didn't try to cover herself on the way to the front door. Random pulled away into the night and paid her no mind until his next urging. 

Random Encounter



One evening, when I was taking a nap after a long day of productive work, the doorbell rang. I usually didn't open my door unless I was expecting someone, but I guess I was tired, since this time I did it without thinking.

Behind the door were standing three women dressed in identical mannish-looking but femininely cut suits and ties. Two of them were wearing sunglasses even though it was evening and they were indoors. I guessed the one in the front only didn't because she already had eyeglasses on her nose.

I stared at them for two seconds and said: "No, I don't want to hear why God makes people suffer, please go away." I started to close the door, but the one in the front with short blonde hair shoved her foot between the door.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked, as they forced their way in.

"Sit down, Mr. Decker," the blonde said in an ordering tone.

The other two, who were a tall freckled redhead with her hair in a ponytail and a Mediterranean-looking tanned girl with a massive cloud of black curls, appeared to be searching my room. The curly one closed the curtains and the redhead shoved me against the bed suggesting I should do as the blonde had ordered.

"That's not actually my real na-" I started, but I was interrupted by the blonde authoritatively raising her finger. She clearly was the leader of this group, whoever they were. The other two stood behind her with their arms crossed.

The pixie-haired blonde said: "We are from the M.I.A., Decker."

I had no idea what M.I.A. was, but since she was calling me by that name I had some idea what she might have been talking about. I tried to explain: "I know I have some weird fantasies, but you should know I don't really do any of that shit. Surely you know some real rapists and pedophiles and guys like that you should be arresting instead of me. "

The blonde raised her glasses with her little finger and looked at me accusingly as she spoke: "Yes, well, there are other people who do that. Our department's job is different, but it is no less important."

"And what is that?" I swallowed nervously, feeling that I might be in trouble, although I was not quite sure why. My writing might have been somewhat embarrassing, but as far as I knew fictional sex fantasies were not illegal even when presented in a written form.

The blonde pursed her lips and answered: "It is our responsibility to uphold the absolute highest standards for free internet porn, Mr. Decker."

"Err... What?"

"We have received several complaints from people who have said that while your stories made them come pretty hard, they were distinctly lacking in writing ability and their level of quality was below what is expected in our circles." Red and Curls nodded affirmingly behind Blonde as she said this. 

"Is this some kind of a candid camera show? I don't think you're allowed to just enter people's homes and film them without permission."

"Tsk-tsk-tsk." The blonde shook her head and adjusted her glasses again. "The standard of your writing is frankly put, appalling, and your stories practically have no plots and are ridiculously unrealistic. You also use lots of commas, except sometimes when you should be using them. You start sentences in absolutely improper fashion, as well as constantly screw up your prepositions, almost as if English wasn't your native tongue. We know your style, Decker."

"I can see you are a fan," I dryly commented. The curly-haired girl behind the blonde seemed almost to smile, as if she couldn't quite hold her composure.

The blonde agent went on: "For example, you might write about three random women randomly showing up at your door and telling they wanted to blow you for some completely outlandish reason, and you wouldn't give them any real characterization or even proper names."

"I don't think normal people really care about stuff like that when they want to wank off -"

"For your information, I am Vance," the cool blonde said. "This is Kensington," she added, pointing at the freckled redhead. Lastly she voiced: "She is Garcia," which was directed at the curly-haired tanned girl.

I moved my eyes from one to the other. I noticed their attractiveness and inquired: "Do you have first names too? Although I think Vance is kind of a sexy na-"

"Those are the only names you will need," the blonde hushed me. "Otherwise you might do something stupid like write us into one of your stories. That would be highly inappropriate."

"Right, right... So what happens now? Am I arrested or what?"

Vance raised her glasses with her forefinger and smiled as she said: "We are going to blow you, of course."

"Well sheeit..."

Vance became serious and lectured: "There actually is a very good story behind this, at first it is very important to understand that -"

I interrupted her myself this time, which seemed to irritate her. Vance was very sexy when she pursed her lips angrily, as I asked: "You don't really look like it, so I don't suppose there's any chance any of you three are related? That would be really hot, you know, and..."

"Unfortunately not, Decker. My sister is a librarian. But perhaps you'll meet her later. I believe she just started working in the local branch."

"What about your mother?"

"She is a lawyer, and you definitely will be meeting her at some point if you keep this up."

Vance snapped her fingers and ordered: "Clothes off!"

The other two women behind her immediately started undressing each other, revealing some of the most incredible sights of femininity I could ever have imagined.

Curly-haired Garcia looked somewhat alarmed when the redhead's hands lingered on her naked breasts, slowly drifting along their pleasant round shapes, her fingers stroking the other agent's dark nipples.

"Keep your hands to yourself, Kensington!" Vance howled angrily when she noticed that.

"Aww, boss, but she has really nice tits," the redhead complained, but she did move away from the curly-haired girl who was staring at her apprehensively with her big dark eyes.

"You too," Vance said, looking at me. She took off her own jacket and started unbuttoning the white shirt underneath.

I did as ordered, but told to the authoritative blonde: "Keep the tie on, Vance. And those glasses too. They are hot."

"You don't give the orders around here, Decker," Vance said, but she did keep the aforementioned items on, as well as the thigh length white silk stockings she wore underneath her slacks.

The other two girls preferred to accessorize less. The redhead still had her sunglasses on at the moment, but apart from those she only wore a small silver crucifix, which hung on a chain between her freckled breasts.

Garcia wore absolutely nothing, unless her magnificent hair counted. I'm sure it actually covered a larger portion of her body than whatever Kensington wore in her free time.

"Aren't they going to say anything?" I wondered, gesturing at Kensington and Garcia. "Or are they just here to add some variety to the action?"

Freckle-faced Kensington smiled charmingly as she took off her sunglasses. She licked their earpieces suggestively and spoke: "I already did, in case you didn't notice, when the boss told me to stop grabbing Garcia's tits. Anyway, we are going to swallow your balls dry even if it takes all night long, and if you must know, we have made a bet who gets you to shoot the biggest load. I guess I could also tell you about my hobbies, my pet kitten and my career interests, if you really want to hear about them, muffin." She had a British accent, but only the most accomplished of wordsmiths should attempt to represent such things in typography. Certainly not the kind of people who just put all those commas there.

"On the other hand, let's just skip that part," I concluded. My eyes appeared somewhat wide and a strange humming sound was ringing my ears because of blood suddenly rushing away from my brain. "I hope she's not some kind of an embarrassing ethnic stereotype, though," I said, gesturing at Garcia.

"Don't you worry about that," Garcia said, brushing her magnificent curls over her shoulder and blinking her long lashes at me. "I feel I too should say at least something before your balls are in my mouth, so I have to express my liking for your stories. They are somewhat crude, as Agent Vance said, but personally I find distinct charm, eloquence and appeal in them."

"I think I like you, Garcia," I said and smiled at her.

Vance looked angry again, but it was an attractive look for her.

"I don't really understand the complaints," the raven-haired beauty continued, "I have gotten off with them pretty well several times. I especially like the one where the guy's mom -"

"Garcia!" Vance sternly reprimanded the curly-haired daydreamer. "We are here on official business, so keep your personal opinions out of this!"

"Yes, boss," Garcia sighed, rolling her huge dark eyes.

Vance continued: "We are well aware, Decker, that you're some kind of a weird, but altogether too common kind of a pervert, who often prefers that women swallow sperm instead of having normal intercourse."

"Yeah, I don't really know myself what's up with that, but I don't feel like wasting the time analyzing myself when I'm jacking my dick. Although I wouldn't mind if you, like, shoved your tongue in Garcia a bit too if you really want some vaginal action. I like her thick bush, and I'm sure you will too."

"Mr. Decker! Do you really think all women are lesbians or bisexuals who like to do something like that?" Vance was really cute when she was angry, although her ice-blue eyes were somewhat frightening when they were staring at me like that.

"No, of course not," I said and smiled. "But do it anyway, and I promise to bang you if you really want it so much. Kensington can blow me first, while you have go at it. I'm sure that ponytail of hers will bounce nicely in the rhythm."

"My pleasure," Kensington purred and moved forward.

Vance looked angrily first at me and then at Garcia, who stared back at her. Her dark doe-eyes had suddenly widened.

"I don't really do girls, boss," Garcia spoke shyly, biting her lip and looking like a deer in headlights.

"Well..." Vance said and raised her glasses in a manner reminiscent of Horatio Caine. "I guess I will be the one doing the 'doing'. Not that I 'do girls' either, but in this line of work we must quickly adapt to new situations, as you well know, Agent Garcia. Now lie down."

"Aww, man..." Garcia sighed and looked at me like a sad puppy.

I nodded at her encouragingly as Kensington kneeled in front of me.

Garcia was now lying on the floor and she had propped herself up on her elbows. She slowly opened her legs wide, and Vance's blue gaze nervously alternated between her eyes and the thick dark bush between her thighs. Then the pixie-haired blonde bent down to give it a sweet tentative kiss, while keeping her eyes locked with Garcia's.

Kensington demanded attention by kissing my balls all over. I turned to look deep into her emerald eyes and brushed my fingers on her freckled shoulder as I softly whispered: "Try not to mind, but I have to look at them too, or my genitals would never forgive me."

"I would like to look too, if I wasn't on duty," Kensington acknowledged understandingly and then her kisses traveled up my hard and veiny shaft. She stared up at me with her big green eyes as she took it in her mouth and started sucking. With this the redhead proved to be quite talented at getting attention of her own.

"Oh my God..." I whimpered, as her head started moving up and down on my lap. This woman could make the pope shoot his load in two seconds with those lips. If she wanted to, that is. Her pretty freckled face and curious emerald eyes told me she was going to make this last as long as possible and make every second count.

On the floor, Garcia had raised herself to her elbows and was looking at the spectacled and pixie-haired blonde, whose nose was buried in the thick dark bush between her legs.

Vance was staring back at her intently with her deep blue eyes, and her tongue was making audible wet sounds as it penetrated into the other girl.

"A bit deeper, boss," Garcia whispered, biting her lip. "I'm sorry, I know it's difficult, but you know I said I don't really like girls and stuff."

Vance noticeably accelerated the pace, and Garcia shifted her beautiful hips and softly whispered: "You can do it, boss. I believe in you." Her breath was deepening.

Kensington's red ponytail started bouncing and swishing around more energetically as well. She kept constant eye contact, and her sensitive fingers knew exactly where and how to fondle, stroke and caress my hairy balls. I think her intention was to make me come simultaneously with Garcia.

"Yes, boss, yes!" the curly-haired girl was moaning on the floor. A shiver going through her thighs seemed to surprise Vance a bit.

"Oh God!" we both screamed simultaneously and came in our lovers' mouths.

Kensington swallowed and kept rhythmically bobbing her head. She knew exactly what she was doing, and how long she was going to be doing it. I came in long spurts, and the girl kept looking at me with her lusty green eyes and begging for more.

Judging from Vance's surprised look, she had gotten something in her mouth too, but she was considerate enough to just accept it and keep going. A nice deep blush was rising on Garcia's face, and her shapely breasts heaved and jiggled with the throes of her orgasm.

I collapsed from exhaustion as Kensington finally raised her head. Her freckled cheeks were bulging and she winked mischievously at me as she got up.

Garcia's eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. Kensington went to surprise her with a kiss, spitting a big phlegmy glob of squirming sperm cells into her mouth.

"Mmp!" said the raven-haired goddess, her dark eyes opening wide, as she was equally surprised by the feminine kiss and the disgusting goo spilling into her mouth. Kensington kept her lips connected with the struggling girl's and caressed her throat with experienced fingers, making her swallow with a distinct "Ulk!" sound.

Garcia's thighs suddenly jerked next to her boss's concentrated face, which was buried nose deep between them. Despite the surprise gift she had gotten from the redhead, Garcia instinctively cuddled her close. Kensington used the chance to start fondling Garcia's ample breasts, while Vance kept giving a few more tender kisses between the her legs until her shivers had finally passed.

Garcia got up and glared at Kensington with confusion in her big dark eyes, but she was herself reprimanded by Vance's cold gaze in return, when the blonde raised her head from between her thighs. "You could have warned me you squirt, agent!" said the blonde bombshell.

"I'm real sorry, boss. I mean..." Garcia bit her lip adorably and stared at her toes.

"Oh, you two..." said Kensington, the freckled temptress, shaking her head. She quickly turned away when Vance's furious ice-eyes fell upon her, though.

"Kensington! What have I said about harassing Garcia?" her boss demanded.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..." the redhead sighed, staring at the ceiling.

"Enough. I feel like having another round. You two come here," I said, meaning Kensington and Garcia. "Push your tits together, so my dick is between them, and work me like that. The boss gets to swallow this time."

Did I say Vance was really hot when she was angry? She certainly looked very hot now.

"What did I tell you about giving orders, Decker?" the blonde agent complained.

"I don't remember, but I wasn't talking to you anyway."

Kensington took Garcia's hand and pulled her along. "C'mon now, Garcia," she sighed, nodding her head. "A girl just touched you more inappropriately than this. And you quite obviously liked it too, I might add."

"Um... Err... Yeah." Garcia blushed shyly as Kensington pulled her along and they came to me.

I caressed Garcia's curls as the girls kneeled down. I looked at Garcia, who was biting her lip again, and spoke reassuringly: "Don't worry. Just get me going, and Vance will do the rest." I glanced at the angry blonde and added: "You come here too. You might be able to find something to do, and you have to be ready for the finale."

Vance tossed her head and hissed disdainfully, but she came along anyway. I guess her work ethics were important to her as a supervisor of the other two agents.

Kensington was sure to rub her erect nipples as much as possible against Garcia's as the two pushed their breasts together, engulfing my hard shaft with their pillowy softness. The redhead was also staring intently into the other girl's dark eyes as she started moving and fondling her breasts. It gave me wonderful sensations, and she was also directing the other girl to do the same. Garcia looked at me adorably and tried her best.

I caressed her back, feeling the mass of black curls tickling my fingers, and offered encouraging words: "Don't worry. Kensington just likes you too. it's perfectly understandable. You're so pretty. So is she. Look at her."

"Uh-huh." Garcia nodded and nervously locked her eyes with the redhead's, and they worked together in giving me more beautiful feelings.

Vance finally kneeled down as well. She pursed her lips angrily and then started caressing the other girls' beautifully rounded asses with her hands while giving some instructive comments: "Good, good, but do it a bit faster and try to bring out your inner tenderness."

Kensington obviously didn't really need the tips. She acknowledged that by giving a meaningful glance to my direction. Considering I was already throbbing between the girls' lovely and loving mammaries, I had to agree with the redhead.

Kensington was constantly making kissy faces at Garcia as the girls were jiggling their boobs together. When I said: "That's good, now it's Vance's turn," she tried to kiss her curly-haired crush, but Garcia moved away.

Vance moved forward and I was far too excited to listen to her complaints about ordering her around, so I just grabbed her short hair and pushed her head down. She didn't resist too much since she could sense I was really close to shooting my load, so she just stared at me accusingly over the rims of her glasses as she took my hard penis in her mouth.

I wouldn't normally use language like this, but I right now I thought it suited the situation well to loudly yell: "Swallow this, bitch!" when I came.

Kensington gave me a thumbs up for that behind her boss's back.

I ejaculated into Vance's mouth with a loud "Glurk!" -sound. The priceless look on her face when her cheeks suddenly bulged made it apparent she didn't really like this unlike Kensington, who seemed like bit of a slut, to be honest, if you don't mind the politically incorrect term and yet another overlong sentence with lots of commas.

"Oh my!" Kensington commented from behind Vance's back, hearing the gooey and weighty sound of semen shooting into the blonde's mouth.

Vance was a very career-oriented person, though, so she swallowed anyway and gagged only occasionally when a burst was a bit too juicy and voluminous. She wasn't very quick at it, so she had to be careful not to dribble. She had to shift each load around in her bulging cheeks several times before it went down.

I politely stroked Vance's short blonde pixie hair as I repeatedly shot gloopy jizz into her mouth. She looked at me with her blue eyes over the rim of her glasses. That gaze made it clear she wasn't savoring the moment. I hoped I didn't have to pay for this later. The last mouthful was the most difficult. Vance held her hand in front of her mouth, closed her eyes, and winced as she gulped.

Then Vance raised her head and adjusted her glasses, sternly reminding me: "Remember, Decker, that good writers do not write sound effects and stupid things like that. They are clearly against the writer's sacred art, and we have received several complaints about your uncouth use of them."




Random Encounter



I shook my head and answered agreeably: "Well hot damn, I guess I won't do that then, even if they might turn someone on and stuff."

"This is not a joke, Decker." Vance looked me with her angry and cold blue eyes. "The next Shakespeare could just now be writing weird fetish porn for a web site and he could get bad influences from hacks like you, as we all know."

"You aren't supposed to end sentences with prepositions either, agent." I grinned at her.

"That was spoken language, pencil neck!" Vance stared at me furiously with her piercing ice-eyes.

"I kind of like the sounds," Garcia yelped from the background. "Like right now, when you shot your load in her mouth, it would have sounded really slimy and gross in writing if -"

"Garciaa..!" Vance raised her voice.

"Sorry, boss," Garcia sheepishly silenced herself.

"You could also swallow it immediately instead of sloshing it around in your mouth for ages and gurgling like that," Kensington added, but she started checking her nails when Vance glared at her.

I assessed the situation and then spoke: "Well, you came to blow me, and you two already did," I nodded towards Kensington and Vance. "So I guess it's Garcia's turn." Her eyes widened adorably. "Just let me recuperate for a little while."

"Don't worry," Kensington spoke softly and caressed Garcia's shoulder. "He can't have that much left at this point."

"Yes, real people obviously can't really ejaculate as much as they do in his stupid stories," Vance said knowingly and directed a disapproving cool glance at my direction. She still seemed to be having some problems and she looked she was constantly trying not to gag.

"You two can help by licking my balls," I said, pointing at Kensington and Vance.

Kensington immediately moved to position and gave them a warm kiss. Vance joined in, and both girls brought their pink and wet tongues to play, lapping and slurping my hairy testicles and each other.

Kensington's hands were wandering, they were fondling her boss's breasts and erect nipples. Vance wasn't as shy as Garcia and she was a strict professional even if girls were not really her thing, so she responded in the same manner.

I gathered a fistful of tickling black curls in my hands and held onto them for support as Garcia looked up at me with her huge dark eyes and her thick rose-red lips slowly opened and let me slide inside.

Kensington was a complete and unashamed whore who could suck chrome off a tailpipe, and Vance had simply trained herself to be very good despite her apprehension, but Garcia was just a natural and charming sex goddess.

"I think I love you right now, Garcia," I softly whispered, looking into her eyes as she sucked.

I felt the tongues of the other two accelerate their motions, as if out of jealousy, so I reached to caress their hair with my hands to show that I cared about them too.

Garcia's big, innocent eyes kept staring at me as her tongue and lips made suckled instinctively in ways which made me feel warm inside.

Her full lips slurped and slid along my rock-hard erection until I had to say to the other two agents: "Garcia can handle this on her own just fine. You two can find something else to do for a while."

Vance and Kensington actually seemed to be happy about their compatriot's performance. They moved their mouths away from my balls to Garcia's breasts. Her areolas were large and dark, and the nipples were now tall and erect. Vance slowly opened her pink lips and latched them on the left one. Kensington twirled her tongue around the right nipple a couple of times, making Garcia whelp. Then she too started peacefully suckling on Garcia's nipple with her rose-red lips.

The feeling caused by this made Garcia's long lashes flutter, but then her eyes turned back to me and our gazes locked lovingly together.

I felt the weight of her glorious locks, letting my fingers slide into them and through them. The curls tickled and they smelled of orchids.

Garcia's big eyes blinked. Her lips were pouty and puckered around the thickness of the shaft, and her cheeks hollowed as she slurped.

I could only caress her curls and softly whisper: "I can't take much more. Please hold my balls, my love."

Garcia did as told and took my hairy, warm testicles gently in her hand. Her eyes widened when she could feel them tightening.

"Oh yes," I whispered and found a stronger grip from her dark curls. "Oh God, yes..."

I looked into Garcia's big scared eyes as my balls tightened all the way, and then I suddenly shouted and unloaded into her mouth. She sounded apprehensive, but I held on to two fistfuls of curls and forced her head down. Sperm shooting into her throat made her gurgle and her cheeks were bulging, but she winced and swallowed.

She had to repeat it many, many times, and her mouth was still full when I let her raise her head and pull away.

The other two kissed Garcia's beautiful nipples and breasts a few more times and then got up to assess the situation.

"Oh damn, I think Garcia won the bet for sure..." Kensington sounded disappointed and she crossed her arms under her perky freckled breasts.

Garcia tried to talk encouragingly back to her: "Bub yu helbed -"

"Swallow it all first, stupid girl!" Kensington said, slapping Garcia in the back, which caused her to make a discomfortable choking and gulping sound.

Vance officially acknowledged her performance: "You won, congratulations! You get to go to the Deep Throat Training Camp, Agent Garcia." 

Garcia stared at the other two with wide eyes. "Was it named after Mark Felt? I sure hope so..." she asked.

The other two rolled their eyes.

"What would you think?" Kensington asked a rhetorical question.

"Oh, gee..." Garcia looked at the floor.

"It is a great chance for promotion, Garcia," Vance said to her. "Just make sure you do your best. I expect nothing less. I believe this year's guest instructor will be Rocco Siffredi."

"Oh man..." Garcia bit her lip and looked like a sad puppy.

I wanted to give her something else to think about, so I said to her boss: "I promised to nail you, Vance, don't forget that. You two can't just be watching, either." I moved my had to Garcia's neck, brushed her incredible curls, and suggested: "You will sit on Kensington's face." Her back straightened nervously.

Kensington fluttered her lashes at Garcia. Her whisper was like silk as she gently wrapped her arm around Garcia's neck: "The boss might not like girls, but I sure do. I've been waiting for this moment, Agent Garcia. I'll be gentle. Sort of."

"Is there anybody you actually don't like?" Garcia said, the corner of her mouth twitching nervously as she looked back at the sultry seductress with her sad puppy eyes. She had no doubt seen her partner in action numerous times before.

"I haven't met anyone yet, but I keep trying to," Kensington said.

Garcia on the other hand said: "Mmph!" as Kensington kissed her and slid her slimy tongue down her throat as a preliminary sign of her skills.

I touched Vance's buttock and said: "Vance will get a second chance to get dip her tongue deep in somewhere warm again as well. Do I need to say where, Kensington, or can you guess?"

"Oh yeah," Kensington sighed and made kissy lips at her boss, who seemed significantly less enthusiastic about the face. She was directing venomous ice-blue glances at my direction again.

"You'd better make me come, Decker," Vance said sternly.

"I'll do my best. Make sure you will too, it will certainly help us all."

We moved to the floor after I had tossed away some clothes and other assorted junk which was taking up valuable space.

Kensington was the most eager as usual, so she laid down and opened her long legs wide. She gave Vance a sexy look and spoke with a husky voice: "Come on, boss. I'm ready."

"You don't give the orders around here," Vance said and shook her head.

"Why is that, by the way, boss?" Garcia interrupted and received an angry look from the blonde. "I mean she has been with the agency longer and..." Her voice trailed off as she noticed Vance glaring at her.

Vance offered an explanation: "If you must know, Agent Kensington has been blacklisted for promotions. She is useful, but she is a bit too much into all this, so she often tends to forget the actual mission."

"Right now your mission is to ram that pretty pink tongue of yours as deep into my warm pussy as it goes. Isn't that right, Decker?" Kensington made rude suggestive motions with her tongue as she spoke.

Garcia sounded puzzled again: "Why is he giving the orders then? Hey boss, didn't you say right in the beginning he couldn't. Why are we doing whatever he says?"

I smiled at the voluptuous beauty and answered logically: "Because I'm the author. Now, get going!"

"Hmph!" Vance tossed her head angrily, she still went down and kneeled between Kensington's thighs.

Kensington flashed a knowing smile at me and then looked at Garcia and whispered huskily: "Come here, my darling."

Garcia bit her lip and glanced first at Vance and then at me. I smiled and Vance frowned, but neither said anything. Garcia cast down her eyes and lowered her legs on either side of Kensington's head and then brought her thick dark bush on the redhead's freckled face. Kensington's tongue came out eagerly to meet it, and soon wet sounds of attempted penetration could be heard.

Vance looked at the two of them thoughtfully. Garcia's hips soon started moving instinctively. I knew why, having felt what Kensington could do with her tongue.

I touched the blonde agent's tight ass and whispered into her ear: "Face down and ass up, beautiful." I pointed between Kensington's wide open, long, freckled legs.

Vance looked at me with ice cold eyes and issued a challenge: "Hard and deep, Decker. I'm not used to pencil necks like you. Make this worthwhile." Then she went down on all fours and bent down to kiss Kensington's cute ginger pussy. After a few more tender kisses she slid her tongue in and her blonde head started bobbing between the redhead's thighs.

Kensington seemed to be surprised about her boss's skills. Her hips moved and she made a little whimper. Vance certainly could get things done when she set her mind into it. I could understand why she was the leader.

Speaking of cute pussies, Vance's tight little ass was up and it was swaying and moving along with the motions of her head. I moved behind her and penetrated her slowly. She was just as tight as I had anticipated, but a hell of a lot warmer.

I took her like she had wanted me to. I held her hips firmly and rammed against her with hard thrusts. She was so tight it took several attempts to drive the whole length in, but the feeling it caused to her was so tender it caused a chain reaction with the other girls. Kensington's thighs twitched and she shivered around Vance's tongue. Garcia threw her head up and whimpered, causing a rain of curls to fall down her back. 

I pulled almost all the way out of Vance and then thrust hard back in, feeling her tight and shivering warmth open around me again and again.

Garcia had complained earlier how hard it had been for her to come with a girl, but she wasn't having any problems like that with Kensington. The redhead had that certain kind of a talent. Garcia was whimpering and running her fingers through her own curls, making them cascade down her back again as her thighs twitched and jerked around the redhead's freckled face.

Kensington herself was a bit of a nymphomaniac, in case you hadn't noticed, so she was getting off quite easily when her boss's tongue did its work. The redhead's hips and thighs were constantly jerking, and I think Vance got some unpleasant squirts into her mouth this time as well, judging by the sounds she was making.

Even the ice queen herself started feeling quite warm and yielding now. I guess she actually liked normal sex, unlike some internet wankers. Although normal was a relative term in this case, seeing as her tongue was currently nose deep in another woman's vagina.

Kensington's freckled thighs jerked again beside the blonde's face. That in turn caused her tongue to do something which made ripples to go through Garcia's shapely ass.

They were ready, and so was I. My testicles were tight and Vance's pussy was all too warm and pink for this to last much longer.

Between rapid thrusts I managed to groan: "Here it comes now, baby doll."

I audibly fired a powerful spurt deep into the blonde agent's welcoming womb. Her hips jerked in response, and I could feel her warm orgasmic shivers around me as I grabbed her ass and thrust deep with the rhythm of every ejaculation.

It became a four-way simultaneous orgasm as Kensington and Garcia came with us. Garcia moaned and gripped Kensington's red hair, pulling her closer to her hairy muff. Her whole body shuddered and black curls flew everywhere.

Vance's tongue was moving inside Kensington along with my thrusts, and judging from the wet sounds she was sliding it rapidly in and out. The redhead's thighs constantly shuddered, and when I finally pulled out Vance was still so emotional she could not stop kissing Kensington's pulsating vagina.

Afterwards Garcia had a pleasant blush on her face. She had pressed her cheek against Kensington's freckled bosom, cuddling close to her. Kensington was running her fingers through Garcia's curls, and Garcia was looking at her adoringly. I guess she wasn't so scared about girls anymore.

"You are amazing, Agent Kensington," Garcia sighed.

"That's what they say," Kensington confirmed the statement and winked. "But remember it was you who made him come the hardest. You show promise, puppy." She bent down and gave Garcia a tender kiss on the lips.

I was sharing a last loving moment with Vance myself. We were cuddling close too, her head was on my shoulder and I was caressing her ass as she was sitting on my lap. I had only a little left, but we both know it belonged inside her, so she was riding me gently and slowly.

Garcia's kisses started traveling down Kensington's freckled and shapely body, and soon they moved to the sixty-nine position. The kisses certainly didn't stop then.

When I finally came again, I grasped Vance's ass tightly, and moaned: "I love you, baby!" I shot everything from my tightening balls into her warm and shivering form.

Vance gently kissed my cheek. I could only whisper sadly in her ear: "That was all, darling."

She rubbed her nose against mine and said: "Thank you, Decker." Then she kissed me tenderly on the lips. Luckily I felt more of Kensington's strawberry taste than that of my own jizz at this point.

"I'm sorry I called you a bitch earlier," I apologized, looking into her deep blue eyes.

"I've been called worse, Decker."

"I just wanted to say I don't think you are one, anymore."

"You will in the morning. It's in my job description," Vance grinned.

Then we cuddled together. Kensington and Garcia joined in, pressing their soft forms against me as well as each other, and we slept peacefully...

I was totally passed out during the whole night, having spent all the energy I'd had. In the morning I was woken by three pairs of soft, moist lips kissing my erection and testicles.

"I guess it wasn't all a dream, then," I concluded, seeing the three agent girls' big eyes staring at me as they kissed and licked.

"Are you sure? Maybe you just didn't wake up quite yet," Kensington said and winked at me.

I didn't answer, since I didn't want to know the answer. Instead I got up on my knees and told the three pretties: "Get close together and stick your tongues out."

Kensington licked her lips enthusiastically. Vance now seemed a bit cold again, she looked emotionless and kept her eyes closed. Garcia was shyly blinking her long lashes as she looked up at me with her huge eyes. She flinched and quickly closed them, though, when the first spurt of sperm shot across her face and hung off her black curls as droplets of slimy white goo.

My semen exploded all over their tongues, faces, hair, eyelashes and everything. I guess a night's rest had been quite rejuvenating. Streams of jizz ran down Garcia's rounded tits and Kensington's freckled ones, even hanging off her perky nipples. Vance had caught most on her face, since she had been directly in front of me. She seemed to be a bit pouty about it.

"Don't... do that!" Vance hissed when Kensington started licking the sperm off her face.

"I'm going to take a shower. Unfortunately it isn't big enough for all of us. So you might just as well let her do that to save time," I said and went to the bathroom.

I don't know if Vance let herself be licked clean or used something else, but she seemed to have gotten most of the goo off her face when I came back.

"Take a look at this while I shower," she said and handed me a card.

I watched Kensington licking jizz of Garcia. She wasn't complaining unlike her boss had. When I managed to get my eyes off this spectacle for a moment, I looked at the card.

It said:

"M.I.A. - Metafictional Investigation Agency.

Department of Crimes against Art, Subdivision of Internet Pornography.

Special Agent Vance, Quality Control".

Her first name wasn't even on the card.

I waited for Vance to come out of the shower so the other two girls could have their turn. They went in together even though it was a bit tight in there for two people.

I looked at the blonde as she was toweling her pixie hair and mentioned: "Um, Vance... You never actually told me how this was supposed to help me write better."

Vance flashed a little mysterious smile at me and then said: "I thought an intelligent man such as yourself would understand it, Decker."

I looked puzzled, so she sighed and continued: "If you don't start to write better, we aren't going to come back next month." Then she turned and shouted towards the shower: "Hurry up you two, we can't hang around here all day!" She glanced disapprovingly at my furnishings and added: "Not that we would, even if we could."

She was obviously back in ice queen mode again, just like she had warned last night.

Kensington and Garcia appeared from the shower, holding each other's hands. They had managed to find towels somewhere too. I think I owned the entirety of four. Well, at least those would smell nice for a while.

I sat down and watched the girls get dressed in their business suits and shook my head.

"This was really weird," I muttered.

Vance turned at me, pointed at the card she had given me and said: "Remember, we will be watching you, Decker. And like I said, we won't be coming next month if the quality of your writing doesn't improve drastically and quickly."

I was about to say something more, but Vance turned away from me and faced the other two agents. She gave them a strict order: "Team out!"

They left just as quickly and discreetly as they had arrived, and I could only sit down and sigh: "Well sheeit..."

Vance glanced over her shoulder just as she was about to step out of the door and said: "Always remember to spell everything correctly instead of using stupid phonetic forms."

"Yeah, yeah, let's keep our apostrophes in order too," I sighed, and Vance's cold blue eyes pierced my heart the last time until she was gone. For now.



Random Encounters



The alarm went off at 5.30 and Michelle rolled over not quite half awake. The sheet slipped down uncovering her left breast and the cool morning air brought her nipple to crinkly hardness. "Long day ahead" she thought to herself. Early morning gym session, a private house showing which she had high hopes for an afternoon meeting with a tax agent then out with some girlfriends for drinks.

Knowing that she couldn't afford to sleep in she shrugged the covers off, shivering slightly as the morning chill swept over her sleep warmed body. She pulled on her underwear, shorts and crop top then slipped a light jacket over it all. Found her shoes and by 5.45 was sitting down for a light breakfast to carry her through the aerobics session that was first up for the day.

The sun didn't rise for 30 minutes or so but the eastern sky had begun to lighten with the impending dawn. The gym was only a short drive from home and while she could have walked there the fastest walking path was through a large park which was known as a moderately dangerous place for women walking on their own. The aerobics session started at 6.15 so she had just enough time to park the car and hurry into the room. She dropped her gear and moved to a place in the middle of the workout area and started to stretch waiting for the rest of the group to arrive.

After a couple of minutes she realised that she was the only client in the room. The only other person was the instructor who was setting up in front of the mirrors at the front of the room. "I guess it's just you and me today then" the instructor said.

It was only then that Michelle realised it was not her normal instructor. This was a young fellow, probably early twenties with the look of a training or fitness fanatic about him. Michelle took the time to admire his muscled well toned legs and arms, briefly allowing herself to imagine the six-pack that probably resided under his t-shirt and the tight buttocks under his shorts. She was a bit of a butt man if her girlfriends pressed her. He turned around again to face her and said. "Well I get paid the same if there is no-one here or a full class so I'm happy to get started it you want."

"OK. I have a busy day ahead so we may as well get going." Michelle replied.

"He moves well." She thought to herself following his lead and his direction. She was feeling a bit clumsy this morning and didn't pull some of the more complicated moves off cleanly but it definitely got her blood flowing.

Because she was the only one there he obviously made a conscious effort to tailor the program to her specific needs. He asked some questions about what she wanted to work out and changed the routine a bit to suit her. It was warmer than usual in the room and she was starting to sweat quite a lot. Her crop top was white lycra and with the sweat running down her chest it was becoming see through in places. Her shorts were tight and the sweat had plastered them to her lithe frame. She didn't realize it but she was currently sporting a very respectable camel toe which the instructor had not failed to notice.

"With only one of you today would you like me to help you with some additional stretches to warm down?" He asked this perfectly evenly and seemed genuinely interested in the opportunity to work one on one with her.

"Sure, why not. We've only got a few minutes left anyway."

He took his microphone off and stepped down off the raised platform and strode over to where Michelle was standing. He stood in front of her and went to reach for her. He paused and asked if it would be alright if he touched her to guide the movements. She agreed and he reached the rest of the way over. One hand on her waist the other just under her armpit on the other side of her body. He guided her through some simple stretches, never once letting his touch completely leave her body. He moved around her, to the side, behind and gently pushed and pulled her body into pleasantly taught positions. Her feet were spread and then brought back together. She was bent over forwards, at which point his groin pressed lightly against her outthrust bottom. She could clearly feel his hard member pressing against her and realized that she was becoming aroused at the gentle handling.

"Lie down and we can do some specific work on the hamstrings and thighs." This was a not a request but a gentle demand. Before she really realized what had happened she was lying on the floor with one leg straight in the air and the other flat on the ground. One of his hands was braced on her ankle which rested against his chest and shoulder, the other was on the inside of her thigh about two inches from the leg opening of her shorts. He gently pushed from his kneeling position between her legs and gently massaged the muscle of her thigh as it tensed with the extra pressure. Michelle was a flexible woman thanks to the effort that she made to stay fit so he was able to push her leg quite some distance past the vertical and hold it there.

Michael, the instructor, looked down on Michelle breathing in the musky scent of her sweaty form and drinking in the way her muscles flexed and moved with her breathing and his massages. Her camel toe was still clearly visible, even when stretched in this position. He pushed his massaging left hand further down towards her outlined vagina lips and sliding the hand more to the back of her thigh pushed his fingers under the thin, clinging fabric. When she didn't react with anything more than a sigh and closing her eyes he took it as a sign to continue. 

Michael eased back from his pressing position and without releasing her right leg lifted her right ankle to rest against his left shoulder. Again he pushed forward and this time using both hands massaged her buttocks and inner thighs. He lifted himself up slightly and slid both hands under her bottom and grasping the thin fabric of her shorts pulled them over her bottom and part way up her legs. The release of her womanly perfume confirmed that she was ready for him. He breathed deeply of her odor and slipping his penis from the confines of his shorts through one loose leg hole he positioned his engorged purple head at her entrance and pushed forward just enough to get the tip in. His strong hands lifted her body partly from the floor and pulled her completely over his throbbing member, plunging him deep into her warm wet insides.

"Oh god." She moaned as he started to pull out and then thrust back in. Slowly at first then more rapidly he paced his movements. His manhood sliding most of the way out of her then slamming back in. With one free hand he found and massaged her super sensitive clitoris. Her breathing quickened and she started to clench her muscles around his member on each forward thrust. Michael increased his pace then reached a frantic speed before he thrust forward hard and deep and pumped his essence deep into her belly. With each convulsive squirt she shuddered with her own orgasm not wanting this to end. Warm and languid after reaching her climax she was not ready for Michael's sudden withdrawal from her insides and rapid departure from the room. Before she realized it she was alone in the room, pants halfway down her thighs and sperm leaking from her swollen pussy.

Michelle grabbed her pants and pulled them up, hoping that the leaking fluid and odor of sex would not be too obvious on her way out. She grabbed her jacket and tied it around her waist and almost fled from the gym. It was only seconds after leaving the room that the next instructor entered and began to prepare for the next class.

Michelle reflected on what had happened as she drove home to get a shower and change ready for the rest of her busy day. She wasn't a prude and had picked up many men over the years for one night stands or short relationships. She wasn't interested in long term relationships since she had a daughter who took much of her time and really only picked the men up to sate her sexual desires. Having said that she was, usually, more circumspect than this morning's encounter and had never had sex with a man after less than half an hour after meeting him and not knowing his name. The post coital feeling stayed with her and she just put it down to the fact that he was gently persuasive, handsome and she had not had sex for over a month, which was quite a long time for her.

She showered and changed for the house showing. She stood at the full length mirror and admired her sleek body, captured as it was in the fashionable skirt suit and low cut blouse. Her five foot frame was enhanced by the three inch heels that she was wearing today and the shape and length that they gave to her legs was known to catch the eye of many passing men.

Her potential purchaser was an older, single man who was looking to purchase a winter house in Phoenix to get away from the cold winters of Boston. The owners of the house had already vacated after taking a new job in California. Michelle was a successful niche real estate sales woman and while there were never that many sales in a year the commission on each was sizable and allowed her to keep herself and her daughter, Kara, in relative comfort without having to spend 60 hours a week in an office.

The meeting was supposed to be at 9.00am so she ensured that there was plenty of time to get to the house and ensure that all was in order for the showing. She arrived 20 minutes early and went for a walk through the interior and finding it all in order went into the back garden. 

The garden was large and well kept. The high hedges afforded a significant measure of security from prying neighbors, a major selling point in her eyes. The centre piece of the garden was an artificial lagoon with a deep pool and plenty of overhanging trees, chosen to minimize the leaves and other debris that might fall into the heated waters. Walking around the pool her mind drifted back to the mornings' encounter and she found herself aroused again. "Not professional Michelle" she muttered to herself trying to bring her mind back onto the job at hand.

There were a few leaves drifting lazily on the waters and deciding that these really didn't belong she quickly grabbed the leaf net and started to scoop them out of the pool. Realizing that she didn't have much time and not wanting to splash any water on her suit she slipped the jacket, skirt and blouse off and took the net up again. It was in this state, lace pushup bra, thong and three inch heals that her potential buyer found her. He had arrived a few minutes early and getting no response from inside the house had walked into the back garden. 

"Do you think you could arrange to clean the pool like that every week?"

His sudden appearance and her high heels conspired to upset her balance as she whipped her head around and realizing that she had been caught attempted to turn around. Her heel caught and she lost her balance. The next second the warm water enveloped her as she fell into the pool. Her bra and thong immediately becoming see through. She pushed herself to the surface and swam quickly back to the side of the pool.

"I'm really sorry Jack. I just wanted everything to be perfect when you saw the house for the first time."

"Really my dear a few leaves in the pool would have been OK. But I must say that finding you like that was a pleasant surprise after the flight in this morning. Can I help you out of there?"

Michelle wasn't sure what to do now. She was effectively naked in the pool with her rich buyer standing over her reaching a hand down to help her out of the water. She could be shy and ask him to leave, at least long enough to get out and get dry or just be casual about the whole affair and hope that he was not put off by her display.

Not wanting to leave him in that position for too long she quickly made up her mind and lifted her hand out of the water. Jack took her hand in his firm mature grip and pulled her 100lbs frame straight out of the water and onto the side of the pool. His free hand slipped around behind her back and held her for a moment to ensure that she did not slip back into the pool. He stepped back but did not release her hand and took a moment to give her a full and appreciative appraisal.

"Well, I'm here and so are you so why don't you show me the house?"

Jack didn't let go of Michelle's hand and indeed slipped it through his crooked elbow and started to walk away from the pool. Making another quick decision Michelle went with him and allowed herself to be led into the sun. They walked around the private garden and she did her best to ignore the fact that she was essentially naked on the arm of a rich, handsome man in a secluded garden where it was unlikely that anyone would see or hear them unless she really let out a serious yell.

He was the perfect gentleman and listened intently to everything that she had to say about the gardens, their history and individual elements which she felt gave it a special air. They finished their tour and Michelle found that she was again dry, although still barely dressed so when Jack suggested they look inside she agreed and this time took the lead. Still holing his hand she led him up the back steps, ensuring that he was a step or two behind her and getting a good view of everything that she had to offer as a woman. She realized that her feeling of arousal had persisted and that this nearly naked tour was a great opportunity to show off the finer points of the house since Jack seemed to be taking it in his stride and enjoying every opportunity to look upon her body.

In the kitchen Michelle walked through the steps of preparing a meal, pointing out the ease of use of the appliances and the good positioning of this in relation to that. She even opened the under bench oven and went through the actions of taking a pan or cake from inside, making sure that she kept her legs straight and parted she bent from the hips and ensured that Jack got an even better view of her than the walk up the steps had afforded.

They went into the main bathroom and then the ensuite where she opened the shower and led him inside the cubicle to demonstrate how roomy it was in there. Standing face to face with walls only a little behind each of them she looked up into his blue eyes and smiled a crooked smile. She placed her hands either side of his head and pulled his lips down to hers. He needed no further invitation and grabbed her with both hands on her hips and lifted her up. She embraced him, her legs wrapping around his waist as they kissed and he walked her out of the shower and into the main bedroom.

When they reached the bed he untangled her legs and arms and put her down gently on the bed. "Get those pointless pieces of fabric off before I find the need to shred them." He stepped back and took his shirt and trousers off then slipped his underwear off and stood, his penis at attention before him. "Roll over here and do something with this." He indicated his cock and she slid obediently around on the bed to put her mouth in front of his engorged member. She lay partly on her side and he reached down to caress her breasts, first rubbing then lightly pinching her nipples which became hard and erect at the first touch. She first licked him from the base of his sack all the way to his tip then down again. She did her best to wrap her tongue around him and once she reached the top again took his head into her mouth. Deep into her mouth she took him sucking and licking him while he fondled her breasts and stroked between her legs. Being as small as she was he found it simple to curl her up so that he had easy access to her warm, wet slit. He slid two fingers deep inside her and proceeded to give her a rough finger fuck, all the while holding the back of her head to keep her mouth busy with his cock. "Spread your legs more." She complied and he eagerly pushed three fingers deep into her, brushing her clitoris and sending waves of electric pleasure coursing through her.

He took his fingers out again and rubbed her vagina and clitoris again bringing her to a shuddering orgasm. Still he did not release her head. Then without any real warning he proceeded to push his entire hand into her opening. At first she tensed, then realizing the position that she was in recognized that relaxing and trying to accommodate him was probably a better option. He didn't rush but neither did he take a long time. Each moment found him flexing his hand a little and her opening up some more. It wasn't long before he had pushed the widest part of his hand into her welcoming opening. Now he made a fist and proceeded to pull it slowly out of her then push it back in. The feeling was bordering on painful for her at first but she found that feeling soon passed and she started to anticipate his movements and thrust onto his piston like hand. In and out, in and out his hand went and she went higher and higher into her own personal heaven. The cock in her mouth was still rigid and she managed to keep some vestige of attention on it even managing to deep throat him a few times before she realized that an enormous orgasm was approaching and her whole body was tensing up in anticipation.

Michael kept on pounding her with his hand buried up to the wrist and pushed his cock deeper into her throat as he too could sense her impending orgasm and wanted to make the most of it for himself. The first wave started to shake her and he pushed his cock deep into her throat where the sides gave him tremendous pleasure. She began to shake violently and clenched her legs around his hand and he emptied his load deep down her throat pounding into her mouth while she shook uncontrollably. Fluid gushed around his hand and she bucked a few more times before rolling away from him. He relaxed his hand and slid it out of her now stretched pussy. She was gaping open and he took the opportunity to bend his mouth down to her opening and lick as deep inside as he could before she pulled away, the feeling too intense to be endured. His cock was still dripping cum as he walked to the shower and turned it on. He left the door open and she took that as an invitation to clean herself up. 

Walking proved to be more difficult that she had anticipated but she managed to get to the shower and clean herself up with his help. He rubbed soap over her but did not attempt to penetrate her again, for which she was grateful, not sure that she could stand it again so soon. They got out and she dried herself off and got dressed again in her bra and thong, slipping the shoes back on she wondered why she bothered with the "clothes" but he seemed to be expecting it.

Jack finished dressing and waited by the bedroom door, his arm extended, apparently wanting to finish the tour of the house. Michelle shook herself inside and tried to get back into the professional persona which had served her so well in tight situations before.

They finished the inspection, Jack occasionally running his hand appreciatively over her buttocks or planting a kiss on the back of her neck as she explained another feature of the house. Finally they had seen everything and he turned to leave.

"Well Michelle, I can honestly say that I have never been shown a house in that manner before and I don't expect I ever will be again. I was ready to buy the house sight unseen and will have my lawyers contact you tomorrow to begin the proceedings. I shall make sure to invite you to the house warming." With that he kissed her again, full on the lips, his tongue parting her mouth and engaging hers in a short wrestle then he released her, patted her bottom, turned and left her standing, overjoyed, sore and dumbfounded in the foyer, still dressed only in her thong, lace bra and three inch heels.

She found her clothes and managed to get dressed again. It was now 12.00 noon and her afternoon appointment was looming large. She had just about enough time to get some lunch before meeting him.




Random Encounters



Michelle drove across town, squirming a bit as she tried to find a way of sitting that was not as sore as all of the other positions. As she cooled down a bit she realized that not only was her vagina sore but also that her throat felt roundly abused. It had been an exciting encounter and she had no doubt that the earlier morning encounter had left her feeling more daring than usual. Now only half way through her day she wanted nothing more than to soak in a hot bath and then retire to bed early. Michelle had played with some "big" toys before but nothing that quite prepared her for the fisting that she had just endured. "Probably not the sort of thing to have happen every day. Might leave one a bit loose" she thought to herself.

Lunch was a hamburger eaten in the car and a diet soda. With only a few minutes to spare she arrived at the office for her meeting with Frank. 

Frank was a tax agent and had called a few weeks ago to advise her of some anomalies in her business returns. Michelle usually did her own tax unless there was something extraordinary and she didn't think that there should be anything out of the ordinary in the returns for the last few years. Frank had insisted on the meeting to go over the details, not trusting it to the phone because, he said, of the potential for misunderstanding. Tax, he assured her, was a very serious business and should not be taken lightly.

She walked into the small, casually furnished office and saw Frank sitting behind his desk. He motioned for her to close the door and sit down. He was finishing up a call. Michelle looked around the office. It was about 12 to 15 foot square, a large desk facing the door with a window with vertical blinds closed most of the way just behind the chair. The light was muted, as it had to be in that environment or it would have been impossible to see the computer monitor. Frank was not a young man, nor, it should be said particularly good looking. He looked a little like he drank too much, or had in the past, and his nose was too big for his face. His hands where wide and stubby with each finger looking like a short fat sausage. She found it hard to imagine those hands doing anything graceful.

He hung up the phone, shuffled a few papers and looked up again in her direction. 

"Good afternoon Miss Essex. I trust you are well?" The greeting and question were perfunctory, and the slight smile on his lips did not make it to his eyes. "The matter I needed to see you about is in relation to this property." He slid a slim yellow folder across his table to her and only made the slightest effort to hide his ogling of her breasts as she leant forward from her low chair to retrieve it.

Michelle sat back in the chair and read through the opening information in the file. A house which she had sold had been entered in official records as being sold for significantly greater value than she had declared on her annual tax return. She looked up at him and shook her head. "I'm sorry, is this all that you brought me over here for? This is a simple matter, I can present the documents for the sale of the house and they can be entered to clear this up. Did I really have to come all the way over here for this?" Due in large part to the morning that Michelle had had this meeting really annoyed her and it showed in her voice and attitude. She closed the file and flipped it back onto the desk. Arms folded across her chest she sat back in the chair waiting for an explanation from the ugly little troll on the other side of the desk.

Completely unfazed, Frank looked at her again and started speaking. "I'm afraid, little miss, that it's not really that simple at all. I've been a tax agent dealing with this sort of thing for years and I can make this hang around for ages. Even if you have what appears to be proper documentation. I can argue that you falsified it and they will believe me in court. I can tie your affairs up for months, maybe even years if I choose to."

Michelle realized that he was probably right and also that he was a nasty little troll as well as being an ugly one. She wasn't sure what his game was but realized that she had upset him with her opening words and attitude and now wondered what she could do to redeem the situation. "OK, I get that. You are just trying to do your job and you have found what looks to be a false declaration. I can promise you that it isn't false and that I've got proper documentation to support the sale."

"Miss Essex, I'm not sure that that is good enough. After all, we've only just met. Why should I believe you? Anyway, it's not the first time you've had an irregularity in relation to your real estate business is it?"

Michelle looked up at him again, with a questioning gaze. "What are you talking about?"

"I have a few other, ah, files here, on the computer, I didn't have time to print them out. Come around and look at them and I will show you." He scooted the chair across slightly and indicated that she should come and stand next to him so that she could see the screen. It was a big, heavy monitor, not a modern LCD and it wouldn't easily turn around. 

Michelle got up and walked to his side and looked at the screen. Windows explorer was open with a folder selected called "Michelle Essex". There were probably 50 files in the directory. Michelle realized very quickly that they were picture files. Before she knew what he was doing, Frank clicked on the first file. The screen was filled with a picture of her, mostly naked, a bit fuzzy from a long shot. She was lying on a bed with her clothes next to her and her legs spread in the direction of a mirror near the foot of the bed. With a gasp she recognized the house. It wasn't hers. It was a house that she had sold a month or so ago. A really beautiful one high on a hill overlooking the city. On this day she had been arranging to show the house as an open house and had been overcome with the fantasy of owning such a wonderful place. She had known that no one was around and that it was completely safe to do this and had just let the feeling take her away.

"How the hell did you get that photo?"

She couldn't tear her eyes away from the screen as she thought about it. He clicked the mouse and another photo, from the same position, with her moved a bit filled the screen. Click, another and another. She went to turn towards him and felt his free hand run up the inside of her leg. Michelle jumped and went to pull back a bit but he put his hand and forearm further through the gap and clamped her to the side of his chair.

"You know what would happen if these photos got out around the real estate business don't you?" he said this with a completely knowing smugness to his tone. "I was investigating you based on the misquoted value in the other file and had you followed. Perfectly in my rights by the way. The investigator snapped these one day and gave them to me." He kept clicking and she saw herself moving her hips forward and raising her legs into the air. The photographer even managed to get a shot of the mirror showing her fingers deep inside herself.

Michelle felt herself going red with shame and anger. His hand had not released and in fact had slid up her leg a little more. "Alright what do you want?"

"Well I would have thought that was obvious. A little of that" he indicated the screen where she was open for all the world to see. "And we can forget the entire thing."

Michelle had time to think to herself, wondering what gods she had upset in the last day or so to have had a day like today. "What do I get from you to trust you enough that you won't let these pictures out?"

"Oh, that's easy. I have a video camera which I use to record all of my meetings. You can have the original recording of this meeting and I'll keep the photos and clear the record on file. If I put the photos out and ruin your career you can release the video and ruin mine. Fair's fair after all."

She had to admit that the smug little prick had an even bargain and one that she couldn't really afford to pass up.

"Fine. Let's do this then shall we?"

Frank stood and stepped back behind her and reaching around undid the button on the skirt letting it drop to the floor. Michelle stepped out of it and kicked it to one side. Frank was apparently pleased to see the thong and her tight ass cheeks exposed so early in the encounter. Michelle felt and heard a rustling behind her as his pants fell around his ankles. He slid a hand either side of her thong and pulled it roughly down her thighs where it stuck for a moment before she was able to wriggle it down to her feet.

Suddenly his ugly, fat fingers were all over her ass and pussy and she could feel his prick dancing about and bouncing against her skin. He pushed her over the desk and made her spread her legs further then entered her with his fingers. No messing around, no foreplay just a fumble and a thrust. Michelle did her best not to grunt or pull away. Next thing she felt a wetness around her ass hole and she realized that Frank must have spit on his other hand and was massaging it into her. Bracing for what she knew was about to come she screwed up her eyes and felt as he pressed one fat finger into her tight dark hole. He pulled it out again, spat and worked his finger deeper into her ass. Another spit and this time when he took his finger out she could feel the head of his cock pressing against her. He pushed and with his other hand continued to finger her still sore vagina.

His head popped through the sphincter and he paused. Michelle tried to relax and adjust for the feeling of intrusion. She had had anal sex before but not for some years and it had never been her favorite position. Frank pushed some more and slid, presumably, all the way in. Then followed some frantic thrusting and a grunt, with the unmistakable feeling of a penis pumping its' load of cum finishing the moment. Frank slipped out of her and pulled his pants up, walked around the desk to the video recorder, pulled the tape out of it and walked back to the desk where he put it down.

Michelle, realizing that she was now free to go pulled her clothes back on and stalked out of the room, clutching the tape. As she got to the door she turned and waved the video in his direction. "Just give me one reason to release this tape asshole."

She made it back to the car before bursting into tears. The sex wasn't that bad, it was short and at least she hadn't really had to do anything, it was just embarrassing and such a letdown after the rest of her day.

Even though she really needed a drink Michelle called her friends and put off the outing that evening. "The day has just been too much already Marcie. I need to go home and have a hot bath and a good stiff drink then go to sleep. I'll tell you all about it another day. Yeah, I love you to hon. See you."

Michelle drove home, ran her hot bath, soaked in it for an hour then went to bed. She explained to her 15 year old daughter Kara that it had been a tough day and she just needed some alone time. She went to bed, taking a bottle of Bourbon with her and fell asleep through the second drink. She dreamt very little that night but was pleased the next morning when she woke and found that the memories of the day before were almost all good and she had very nearly forgotten about that little prick, literally, that had upset her the day before.