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The Sway

By: Cindersglasslipper



I watched her walk in front of me; we pass by the old bowling green as we head down Main Street, past all the parked cars. We glanced at the old men shouting abuse at each other's failed attempted to get closest to that little white ball.

She struts along slightly in front of me, watching, always watching, out the corner of her eye to see who may be watching her...

We all watch, she watches everyone else, I watch her as her steps start to slow, I know her moves.. Immediately I look around, as her steps start to slow further. I know she's not waiting for me to catch up to her, even if that is what she wants me to believe.. 

I look right.. No not them, I peer around her, past her along the street further.. Nope they're still to far away.... Ahhh there they are, off to the left.. Three men sitting on the porch across the road... 

Her steps start to smooth out just slightly as her ass begins to sway.. She grows a few inches in height as she regally shows her assets, she adjusts her top by pulling it down all the way to her bra line.. That ample cleavage strains against the restrictions waiting to burst free...

I know the moves.. I wait for her to tilt her head as if she doesn't know their looking... I laugh as she turns slightly in my direction. Peering over the top of her dark sunglasses.. Those perfectly plucked eyebrows raised in a falsely pleased expression. Damn she should have been on stage.. She plays the coy innocent little slut so well....

The sunglasses go up and rest on her flaming hair.. Ahhh here we go.. I await the 100-watt smile that she will turn in my direction, the sway and then the quick turn as if she has forgotten to tell me something. And there it is... that smile... the smile that could seduce a man across a room, or in this case across a street... 

Ever patiently I await the wolf whistle that will accompany the smile.. She reaches for my arm as I draw nearer her, she turns at the last second dragging her breasts across my chest.. Ohhh the fucking little slut has no idea that I know what she is up to..

The whistle interrupts my train of thought and arms linked together we start to walk at a snails pace down the street. Then she turns her head slightly at the last minute as if she is talking to me and looks past me at the men who are clearly enjoying the show.. She chuckles girlishly and lowers her head in sweet submission.. Ahhh the slut she plays them well, these men...

I shake my head as seconds later she is skipping ahead of me in search of the next group of men to tease.. I watch it all again.. The casual look, the extension in height.. The breast push ... the sway... oh god the sway.. Her ass is fine.. So very fine and when she walks that way.. If I'm standing closer enough to her I can smell her cunt juice, it gets in my nose and fills my head and turns me inside out.. The way she turns me on so quickly it's a little unnerving even to me; she has me for sure by the literal balls.. 

I lean against the post and drag out a smoke I light it while shading the flame with a hand, I watch her over the rim of my glasses and imagine what it is I truly want to give that teasing bitch ...

Yeah... I can see me bending her over the counter in our kitchen, pushing those tits of hers down hard onto the counter after I've ripped her shirt opened, fuck I hope the stainless steel burns her nipples cold... I'll hold her down with the flat of my palm close to the roots of her hair so she can't move a damn muscle.. I'd kick those long legs of hers apart and lift her skirt up over her waist and tease that dripping wet cunt of hers with a stroke of my finger from ass hole to clit, all the more made easer by her lack of underwear...

I'll rudely wipe her Mickey Juice all over her pale white ass over and over again.. Letting her know, that I know, how turned on she really is by my impersonal touch.. 

I'll delve my fingers into her cunt and listen to her cry out.. Then I'd pull them out again and shove them back in further then before adding one more finger for good measure as my frustration grows with her... 

She'll wiggle that cute ass of hers around and want more.. Ohhh I'll give the fuck slut more alright.. More than she's had before as my fingers start to widen inside her.

I'll hear her call out to me for more and a forth finger will slide into her.. I know my hand will be drenched in her special liquid, she's a wet bitch when she gets all horny and I know by the time she cums she'll be dripping on the floor.. 

Damn she's close to it now as my fingers play and turn and stretch inside her. I twist and I turn I push in deeper hurting her but knowing she loves the pain.. I start to slip my thumb in there as well and before I know it she has sucked my hand deep into her cunt and she's clamping down on it. 

I can't move my hand much cause she is so tight around me.. In and out I punch and twist at her waiting for her to contract around me.. Ahhh there it is the first twitch as her screams of pleasure start to grow frenzied and the demanding wench wants more.. 

I give her more I give her everything I can with all the strength in my arm and throwing my body onto her back as she loves it that way.. I grind myself into her as my wrist and forearm starts to disappear up her cunt.. I feel her juice letting down on my arm seconds before she almost breaks my wrist with the force of her orgasm.. 

I'll lay my head against her back and wipe the sweat from my brow on her shirt.. I'll lean in and breath in her ear to calm her to get her to begin breathing at my pace so she can relax enough and I can pull my hand slowly from her still convulsing cunt... 


I will hear her soft pain filled moan as I slip from her.. I will hear the squish as her juice slips free of her body on my withdrawal.. I will hear the splash as her cum as it hit's the floor.. Smell her in the air, in the house, in the room, with us for the next day.. Ahhh it is the perfect reminder of a great afternoon..

I'm pulled from my musings as I hear the wolf whistle I take a last drag on my smoke and throw it to the ground.. Grinding it in with the flat of my boot as I push myself off of the post and walk towards her.. She's flashing that smile at me and my lust grows hotter Ohhh yes a fine afternoon is going to be had here.... 

As I get closer to her I ask her, "When are the boys back from fishing?"

She arches those perfectly plucked brows at me and says, "Not for a few more hours"

I smile my own smile that says absolutely nothing and brush my own ample breasts into hers, stilling there for a moment before walking off.. Swaying my ass as I think of what she is going to get.. I work that ass hard the way I know she loves to watch.. The long full stride the look over the shoulder as she stands there momentarily dumbstruck... 

"What have you got in mind love?", she calls to me from the distance between us.. 

I half turn and tilt my head, I look over my sunglasses at her.. Then push them back up high onto my head, pushing my own long hair back.. I arch my own plucked brow.. 

With a hand rested on my hip I smile lavishly at her and turn my back and walk away from her.. 

The last thing I hear as I turn the corner is her yelling out "Hey your doing the sway!"

As her healed boots begin to chase after me ... I think Oh yeah a fine afternoon is to be had. 

The Sweater



When my mother was diagnosed with cancer, our social life came to a standstill. Many hours were spent in hospitals and spending as much time as possible with her. When my wife's cousin called to invite us over for supper or drinks or both we eagerly accepted. Not knowing them well it was still a welcome break from sickness -- or so we thought. 

Julie was the daughter of the family bitch. She was an uncompromising bitter woman who brought guilt and dysfunction to her children. As a result Julie seemed to have lost the spark to enjoy life. Her husband had developed a routine of regularly suggesting that sex was something that he had to beg or barter for with his wife. She ran and worked out at a local spa while he was a golfing addict. He hated his job though it was never really clear exactly what he did. Julie was a teacher in a private boys' school.

As my wife kissed Paul at the door to their home, he commented that "this is the most action I've had since you were here last." Everyone but Julie had a chuckle. 

As I stepped toward her, she visibly tensed seemingly at the thought of contact. I decided to simply hand her the wine we had brought and lightly touched her arm in greeting.

The subject of conversation turned quickly to Mom. It was so typical that any comments describing the struggles in the family to come to grips with the seeming death sentence imposed by the diagnosis of pancreatic cancer was left hanging in the air by Julie. Paul made attempts to be encouraging and sympathetic while his wife went from aloof to nearly hostile. She started to parallel our family problems with petty illnesses and complaints that her parents were going through- rides they had had to provide when her parent's vehicle was in the shop. What an inconvenience!

Paul had a new widescreen television that he showed off as we moved into the living room. He left it on and participated less and less in conversation. Julie got up and took the remote out of his hand and turned the volume down to a less intrusive level. As she returned to her chair, he set it back to the previous annoying level. 

Her drinks disappeared faster which was fine by us as we matched her glass for glass. Wine turned into rum and coke, then coffee and liqueur and back to rum. Talk turned to reminiscences that I did not share. Julie and the wife's time on the farm growing up and the good times they had had. Not being engaged in this topic I had the chance to look at Julie and Paul as a couple. He was occupied apart from us, eyes glued to the television. She was looking glassy-eyed but talking animatedly with almost no facial expression. She was not unattractive in a sharp-featured way. Undoubtedly her best attributes were her tight body and disproportionately large breasts. She wore a sweater shirt that zipped to her neck and fit snuggly over those luscious globes. There was just the suggestion of nipple through the fabric of the sweater. 

Bringing me into the conversation they made a stab at engaging Paul with his favorite two subjects: golf and sex. "Did you golf today, Paul?"

"Yeah, I got in eighteen early so I could get back for Julie's Saturday afternoon nap! The golf was okay," he said accompanying it with a sigh and an accusing look at his wife. 

"I was tired okay!"

"I bet you guys have better naps than that, right?"

Before I could reply my wife said, "Only if we don't make it out of the kitchen or off the floor."

"Do tell" Paul encouraged.

"Well sometimes he sort of sneaks up on me when we're cooking together and ...."

"Morning, noon, supper, snacks?" he was clearly into this direction of conversation.

"Yes" answered the wife giving me an appreciative smile.

"What's this about the floor?" Julie inquired.

"Well when he is massaging my neck sometimes his hands wander a little too far forward. And of course, sometime when he turns around to thank me and he's sitting between my legs...."

Now I knew she was getting loaded. This was not the typical kind of disclosure that I had ever heard from her.

Paul and Julie were staring at both of us. "See Paul less golf more cooking and massage!"

"I'll throw away the clubs tomorrow!" We laughed.

Julie and my wife went into the kitchen to fix the next rounds of drinks. Paul had returned to the boob tube. I was getting turned on by the conversation and memory of the kitchen and massage that afternoon. Between noticing Julie's nipples grow and seeing the oversize pull of the zipper rise and fall I knew I had to take matters into my own hands. I got up to go to the bathroom off the kitchen hoping Paul wouldn't look over and see the tent in my pants. I heard snippets of a conversation as I entered the bathroom.

".....the oil for sure. I'm not sure it would get in without it."

"It's that big?"

I was practically coming in my pants as I walked into the bathroom. I was stroking my cock with the image of that damned sweater in my mind's eye when I footsteps passed the door into the living room area. My hand increased its pace and pressure. The door suddenly opened. All I saw was the sweater zipped down to reveal swelling cleavage and a hand with toilet paper. As I stood there with my cock in hand, she set the paper down on the sink saying, "God, I'm so sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here!" she said to my cock as her eyes were riveted. As the door closed behind her, I came. I wiped, flushed and left shutting off the fan and light. 

"Are you more comfortable?" she asked, slightly flushed with a trace of a slur as I returned to my drink and seat. "I feel like we're really getting to know each other so much better tonight," she added suggestively. She started to rise with her empty glass in hand. I quickly moved to stand in front of her, took her glass and commanded her to sit. "Oh you're so forceful!" she giggled. Her eyes moved to my crotch. 

The conversation had turned to work and her job by the time I had returned. She made an exasperated comment about their inattention saying, "Some days I think I'd have to stand nude at the front covered in post-its before they would pay any attention!" I chuckled but had an instant image of her sitting on the edge of her desk covered with strategically place post-its. I wonder what they would have written on them.....

"I said how are you enjoying your time alone at the lake?" I realized Julie had addressed this to me while I had been composing mental post-its.

"Oh keeping busy physically with some renovation jobs. Next week I'm oiling some boards. I gotta take advantage of being on my lonesome."

"Lucky broads..oops...I mean boards." 

"How about you now that school will be ending?" 

"It's already over except for awards in a week and of course marking the exams this week. The school is being used for some tournament and we're getting our siding redone this week. I'll end up at the library again I guess."

"You can always come out to keep me company. I'm outside most of the day and Paul can drive out for supper..."

"No he can't!"

"Well thanks, honey," he said sarcastically. "I'm on the road Monday and Tuesday is what she meant to say."

Though nothing was decided it fed my fantasy of seducing Julie. There was a warm hug at the door in marked contrast to our arrival along with a generous view of Julie's tits as she retrieved our shoes for us in a slow deep bend. The swell straining against white lace cups, gave me all the incentive I needed when I jacked off again when we got home.

I stayed home packing for the trip to the lake later that evening while my wife went up to the hospital. I couldn't shake the image of Julie and sensuality of the previous evening. It had been a long time being that turned on. It seemed like I was ready to jerk off every other hour. On impulse I reached for the phone. She answered. There was no small talk. I said simply, "You will be at the lake tomorrow at noon. Wear your sweater, no bra, no panties. I'll supply the oil and apron. Oh yeah, and bring some post-its, teach!" I hung up trembling. I freed my cock from my pants and a minute later I was spraying the toilet bowl with another load. For the rest of the day I jumped every time the phone rang. How fucking stupid am I? If she tells Paul or her sisters or her mother or my wife, my life will be over. Shit!

There were no calls and when she got back from the hospital conversation was as it usually was and our embrace at the car was warm and loving. When she said, "I wonder if Julie is coming out tomorrow. Maybe I should give her a call."

"God no, don't do that. What the hell will I do if she shows up? Don't encourage it."

"Okay, okay, I just wanted to let her know that it would be okay and that we were serious about helping her out. You know she'll hates being alone in that house especially with noisy strangers working. I thought you two hit it off last night."

"Just drop it though please. Let her go to Mommy's!" We chuckled.

The next morning I woke up anxious -- okay excited. Packing for the lake I hedged my bets by tossing in my blue pills. I unpacked, popped a pill and put out some supplies -- just in case. Shaking my head, I couldn't help being amazed at how delusional I was!

I was at the lake end preparing the wood for the stain sweating in the noonday sun. I hear a car door bang closed. My cock sprang to life. It can't be! I sprinted up the front steps figuring her to come in the back way. My arrival in the kitchen was timed perfectly with a knock on the door before it opened with her calling out, "Anybody home."

"You're late", I said glancing at the clock that said 12:30. 

"I didn't know if I was coming."

"Oh you'll be coming soon enough!"

She was wearing the sweater from the weekend and a loose fitting pair of sweatpants. She carried a small overnight bag and a huge sheaf of papers.

"I thought I said no bra".

"And...." I reached out to feel her tit through the sweater. Sweet Jesus she was braless and beyond perky. At the touch her nipple practically poked through the fabric. I took her papers from her as she dropped her bag on the floor. I gestured toward the kitchen where and apron hung from the stove door and then toward the couch where a bottle of massage oil and bath towel waited. 

Without hesitation she walked toward the sofa. Sitting down she flushed deeply. I took her hand and motioned toward the floor, spreading the towel before her. She answered by slithering off the couch to the carpet and towel. I stood facing her with my crotch inches from her face. Her breathing sped up and her face flushed. Straddling her for effect I pivoted over her and sat behind her reaching for the oil. My hand found the ring that had caused more than one fantasy since Saturday. I slowly pulled it down to the rise of her breasts. Rubbing the oil into my palms I lifted her hair and started to work on her neck. She jumped at the first contact and then visibly relaxed except for a shifting of her legs. 

"Comfortable?"

"I'm kind of tense. I hope you can help. I didn't get much sleep the last two nights."

"That damned Paul!"

"You've got to be kidding. He talks a good game but he was asleep by the time I modeled my night gown for him. Then he was the big man last night but I was -- sort of -- too nervous to enjoy anything so I had one of my famous headaches!"

"Sounds like you were just as horny as I was", I thought. My hands were putting more pressure on her neck while my eyes enjoyed the view from above and behind her. I pulled the ring down another couple of inches exposing half of one breast as I pulled the sweater off her shoulders to rub more oil on and began to massage. She was moaning and I noticed that her legs were crossing and uncrossing at her ankles. My hands began to move from her shoulders to her back and then to her upper chest. Pulling and pushing the effect on her breasts and sweater was amazing. My cock was poking her in the back. 

"Your zipper is scratching."

I stood and pulled off my shorts along with the underwear. I sat back down. "I don't want to get oil on this," I said tapping the zipper of her sweater. "You do it -- my hands are oily". She complied quickly removing the sweater tossing it aside. My hands had found my cock as I inspected her luscious globes swing slightly with the exertion. Dribbling oil onto my cock as she sat back I said, "Three hands are better than two."

"What the..." she started to speak when my enflamed cock made contact skin on skin. As I massaged lower down her front I slowly moved in such a way that my penis trailed across her shoulder blades. Jammed between us as it was the motion was subtle at best but elicited a "oh my god" from her in a breathless raspy voice. She shifted forward slightly and I lifted my cock and balls up so that the balls rested in her mid back and penis extend up toward her shoulders. She began a slow purposeful side to side motion of her upper body that made me swell to maximum length. The heat between us was nearly unbearable. The slickness of the oil and my own precum leaking onto her back increased the sensual massage. Meanwhile my hands had roughly seized her breasts and hefted each squeezing them upwards and out from her body and my thumbs pressed her nipples with force. She suddenly stiffened and trembled for several seconds. Her head lolled forward and then back.

Grasping her under her arms I helped her to her feet cupping her ass through her sweats. 

I tugged them down bending to give her breasts a tentative lick. She pressed on my shoulders but said nothing nor did pull away.

She stood nude before me with arms crossed to hide her breasts and a blush on her cheeks.. Her shaved pussy glistened with her recent coming. "Nice" I said lowering her to the sofa. As she was about to recline, I sat down in front of her. She was reaching for the oil so I extended my hands as I faced her from a kneeling position. She squirted oil on them looking puzzled having thought that I was looking for my turn. 

I slathered the oil over her already slick tits watching it seep down into her triangle of matted hair. Taking the bottle I spilled more down her cleavage as she drew a sharp intake of breath at the sensation. I let it dribble between her legs. I leaned forward taking one breast in my mouth trying to consume as much of it as humanly possible. One hand groped the other breast pressing my palm into and around its roundness. As I pressed it up and forced it down my fingers opened trapping her diamond nipple between them squeezing till she gasped and then relaxed the pressure. My other hand was drawing circles on her stomach sopping up the oil. Still kneeling, I sat back taking in the sight of this incredible body before me. She was panting and her body had a rosy sheen from her neck to her pubic hair. I poured more oil directly onto her upper thighs. Working on both at once my hands moved from her calves back up the front of her legs to her waist across and down again. "Please" she murmured. 

For an answer I moved my hands back up the inner part of her lower leg and slowing trailed up her inner thighs. Her legs parted with a mind of their own. My hands met at the vee of her thighs with my thumbs framing her cunt lips which leaked fluid as they pouted provocatively. Crossing my hands they rasped over the nub of her clitoris spreading her lips as they passed. Pulling them back I repeated the action several times. "I need to feel it!"

Reaching again for the oil I saw the confused look on her face as she was already bathed completely in its slickness. Tipping it up to my lips I held it in my mouth as she went over the edge knowing what was coming. I lowered my head and spread her lips with my thumbs. Her vaginal muscles were contracting creating a quivering motion of the lips. My mouth pressed against her opening and spewed hot oil up into her cavity. She erupted in spasm forcing back a mixture of oil and her own fluids through my pursed lips. Ignoring her attempt to pull back from the stimulation, I grasped her buttocks forcing her against my face. It slithered over the gash of her vagina -- tongue, cheeks, chin and nose. Her gasping continued with her shaking. It was like she was having one long orgasm that kept driving her crazy. My hands moved to her inner thighs forcing them open and exposing even more of her vagina. Her hips moved up and down of their own volition. Her head was thrashing from side to side and her eyes were closed. Turning slightly sideways one leg was pried apart with my shoulder while one hand placed the opposite one over the arm of the sofa. My hands returned to her cunt lips. Both thumbs massaged the outer lips that oozed copious amounts of fluid. Extending one palm completely over her mound, I maneuvered it till the heel was pressing against her opening while one finger tickled her clitoris. She made choking incoherent sounds as her body tensed once again. In one motion I dropped oil onto the shaft lined it with her opening and plowed forward. Her tensed body seemed to be milking my shaft. The head pressed into something hard at the back of her womb. Rocking back and then forward I watched as there were still two inches of cock outside her body at full penetration She was like a rag doll as I hoisted her with my hands under her ass. Instinctively she encircled my neck with her hands. With my legs under me and still buried deep inside her I took all of her weight on my cock hands and legs. She was crying out now as the last two inches seemed to pop through the blockage. I was slamming her like a jackhammer up and down on my prick completely controlling her thrusts with my hands on her ass. Like a freight train I felt my own release rushing over me. At the precise moment that I came, my finger entered her butt hole only to the end of the tip. She shrieked and seemed to pass out. We both collapsed onto the sodden towel, too exhausted to speak. 

After recovering enough strength to stand I ventured into the kitchen and returned with two glasses of wine. She downed it immediately and asked for some water, which I brought to her. She had remained nude atop the towel. She managed a half kneeling, half sitting position making no effort to cover her nudity. 

"I can't stand" she croaked in a half whimper. "I need the bathroom." I helped her to a standing position. She gingerly tried a step stopped and then weakly and slowly headed off in the direction that I had pointed. 

I knew that the neighbors on either side were in town working and would not be back until the weekend so the beach was ours. Our bay was sheltered from the strong off lake breezes and nosy neighbors. 

"How about going for a swim?" She looked at me doubtfully. "Do you want a suit or do we go bare balls?" She stopped short of the couch and picked up her discarded bag, extracting a one piece suit from it. She quickly stepped into it adjusting her boobs into the tight fitting cups and uncurling the high cut seam on her hips. After stepping into mine, we walked down to the shore. Almost three hours had passed since her arrival. 

When she hesitated at the water's edge, I scooped her up and walked into the water. She laughed a nervous laugh and then relaxed. When I was waist high in the water and her back and lower body was bathed in the coolness of the water, she shuddered and dropped her legs to stand. When I produced a bar of soap from one pocket and a small bottle of shampoo from the other, she smiled and nodded. Supporting her back I bent her back until her hair was submerged. I squirted liquid and worked the lather into her scalp. She took the bottle and proceeded to return the favor. I extended each arm in turn soaping her from fingers to pits. She took the bar and mimicked my actions. She glanced nervously around as I lathered a hand and inserted it into the top of her suit. "No one is here and no one can see us." She relaxed.




The Swedish Au Pair



 Here's my second attempt at a story, I hope you all like it. There will be more chapters to come if you guys like it. Feel free to leave a comment or constructive critique. Enjoy!

*****

I pulled up in my rental car to my parent's home. It looked about the same as I'd remembered with a few changes. My old basketball hoop had been taken down from above the garage door, the vines had climbed the white brick just a bit more, but for the most part it was the home I'd known. It'd been 6 years since I lived here, I'd long given back my key, so I was forced to ring the bell. 

I expected my younger brother Terry to answer to door but I was altogether pleased that he did not. Instead a beautiful young woman opened the door and greeted me.

"You must be Owen," she said. She had a pleasant voice, made all the more enticing by her Swedish accent.

"I am. I'm—I'm sorry, who are you?" I replied.

"Ah, yes, I'm Annika. I am Terry's au pair."

"Ohhh. That explains it. My mother must've forgotten to tell me. It's nice to meet you Annika."

"You as well."

"Let me get my bags from the car and I'll be right in."

"Do you need help?"

"No, I'll be fine, thanks."

I returned to the car and quickly grabbed my bags. It wasn't until I turned around that I got a really good look at Annika. She was gorgeous. In typical Swedish fashion she was tall, blonde and blue eyed. Her shorts earned their name, ending only an inch or two below her bottom, showing off her smooth tan legs. She wore a matching tank top that showed off her ample breasts, I'd guess at least 36C, which on her small waist were perfect.

"Coming?" she asked.

"Huh?" I replied dumbly.

"Are you planning on coming inside?"

I must've been standing there, staring. Real smooth. "Yeah, I'm coming."

She held open the door to the house and I walked inside. "Is Terry home?"

"No, he is with some friends. He probably won't be back until this evening."

"Damn. Well, I guess I'll go unpack in my room. I'll get out of your hair."

"Owen..."

"Yeah, Annika?"

"If you are tired you may go to your room. But if you would like, I'm going to use the pool. You may join me if you would like. There aren't as many other au pairs in the neighborhood as I would have hoped. It would be nice to talk to someone around my age. It would not be an...what is the word?"

"Imposition."

"Hm."

"It wouldn't be an imposition. I think that is the word you want."

"Yes! That is what I meant."

"Uh, sure, let me unpack and I'll be back down."

I went up to my old bedroom. My parents had left it as it was when I was 18. Old posters of rock bands hung on the walls, one of my guitars was still in its stand. I looked at the bookcases; play after play lined each shelf. I set my suitcase down at the foot of my bed and started to unpack when something caught my eye. A magazine had been sandwiched between my mattress and box spring. I pulled it out; as I suspected it was an old Playboy. For shits and giggles I decided to look through it again. I turned past the boring interviews everyone says they read and got straight to the good stuff. Picture after picture off full-breasted babes. One beauty in particular caught my eye. 

She had light brown skin and striking green eyes. Curly black hair fell about her face. She was kneeling on a bed, legs spread so her pussy was visible and holding each of her large breasts in her hands. The next picture was of her on all fours more or less. She was on her elbows and biting one of her fingers while she lifted her prominent ass into the air. Needless to say, I'd become aroused. But then I heard a splash. Annika must be in the pool now, best not to keep her waiting, I thought to myself. 

I quickly fished out my swim trunks and began to undress. My erection made this problematic. I'm not that big, a little over six inches, but as any guy knows trying to shove and erection into your shorts isn't the most comfortable thing. I finally got them on and headed downstairs, hoping my excitement would subside. I should've known that wouldn't happen around Annika.

"I was thinking you'd forgotten about me!" called Annika. She was leaning on the pools edge, the rim of the pool creating a ledge for her breasts to perch on. "I was getting so lonely..." she pouted a bit. It seemed Annika was a bit of a tease.

"The best things come to those who wait." I replied. She laughed. "I hope I didn't keep you too long."

"No, it's fine. I was out here for a few minutes and decided I needed to dive in. The water looked too perfect not too. Are you coming in?"

"In a moment, I've got to apply sunscreen first."

"Ah, yes, good idea, I'll put some more on. I did a few hours ago but I should probably get put some more on. Don't want to burn!!" She hopped enthusiastically out of the pool and I was able to get a get look at her. Her stomach finally revealed, it was as appetizing as the rest of her. It was toned but not too much and her belly button sported a small teardrop shaped jewel piercing. The top of her bikini was white, which contrasted nicely with her skin, as well as showed off her lovely breasts. But it was her bottoms that really caught my eye. They were navy blue. And a thong. The bottoms were tied on with two strings, joined at each hip. I couldn't help but stare, and Annika noticed.

"Don't worry, I don't wear these when anyone else is around. I would scar Terry if he saw me in these." She ran her finger seductively under the waistband, almost as if she were about to pull them off.

"I don't know if scar is what I was thinking."

"Naughty, naughty!" She laughed. "Do you need me to apply to your back?"

"Sure, thank you." It's true I did need her help, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that the prospect of her running her hands over me weighed equally, if not more, in my thinking.

"You are very solid," she admired, "like a rock. You must exercise a lot"

"You kind of have to in my world."

"Your mother said you were an actor?"

"That's right."

"You live in New York?" As I said this Annika had begun to knead some of my muscles, like a massage. I couldn't help it and let out a soft grunt.

"Yeah. I left D.C. when I was 18 for school. But I auditioned for a play down here, up there, and I got it. So now I'm home."

"New York seems so wonderful. I've always wanted to visit. Turn."

"I'm sorry?"

"Turn around, I'll get your chest too since I'm here."

"Oh, you don't have to do that"

"It's no problem. It's not an...imposition? Yeah"

"Alright, if you insist."

The truth was, it was no trouble at all. Annika's hands had felt heavenly on my back. 

"I'm sure you'll return the favor. Wow, look at your stomach." She ran her fingers over it, and then without warning punched it. It wasn't that hard a punch, but it did surprise me. "Oh, I'm sorry. I...just...I love six packs."

"It's okay, it didn't hurt."

"Good." She took more sunscreen and began to rub it into my chest. She was forceful and I could tell she was taking every opportunity to enjoy touching my muscles.

"So Annika, what made you want to become an au pair?"

"Well, I wanted to travel, especially to the U.S. and I wanted to study here and make and save some money, so becoming an au pair was a good choice."

"What are you saving for?"

"Well, it would be nice to have some spare money, but I want to become an international lawyer and part of that would be taking some time to study the American legal system. School in cheap in Sweden, here not so much."

"That's true. I was worried I wouldn't be able to attend NYU because of costs. But it worked itself out. Hahaha." As we'd been speaking Annika had begun running her hands over my stomach, in between my abs and it tickled me.

"Someone is ticklish."

"Only a little. Do you like the U.S. so far?"

"The U.S. is a very friendly place but it is very conservative." As she said this, her hands had dipped lower until they were right above the waistband of my shorts. Remember how I had said I was aroused before. Up until now I'd done a very good job of keeping all my sexual attraction at bay, but now it was becoming difficult. She looked up at me as she grasped at the fabric of the snap of my shorts, "No one is permissive enough here." She held her eye contact, as if asking permission. I nodded. She unbuttoned the snap of my shorts. 

"It's very important to apply at the waist, often your bottoms move around and you end up with a burn," she said innocently. She slowly applied sunscreen right where my waistband was now loose. I could feel her fingertips, only a few inches lower and they'd be on my hard cock. She worked her way to the back of my shorts, still only a few inches away from wildly inappropriate. As she moved back to the front it felt as if her hand was slowly sliding downward. My breath was coming hard, her fingers so close to my cock. She quickly withdrew her hand. "You should be safe with that. My turn please."

"Of course" I said, very eagerly. Probably too eagerly, but I needed to do anything to resume physical contact with her.

"Would you mind getting my back?" 

She laid down on one of the collapsible deck chairs to give me access to her back. I quickly grabbed the sunscreen, ready to apply. I poured a little into my hand and began to work it into her skin. It was hard to tell whether she had meant for the contact between us to be so sexual so I decided to make more conversation. 

"What do you like to do in your free time?"

"Well, school is not in session right now. I would do that if I could. Terry is always off with his friends so that leaves me plenty of time to read. I like to lounge out here and read."

I continued applying the sunscreen but I ran into the back strap of her top.

"Just slide your hand under it to apply. It's such a difficulty getting the top back on. If I undo it, it seems like my breasts shift a little and then it's very difficult." Combined with her talking about her breasts the act of my hand sliding under the strap felt inappropriate, and incredibly erotic. Something about the pressure of the strap made it feel very sexual. 

"Thank you. This is great. I have another favor to ask you. Can you sunscreen my bottom? It's hard to make sure I get every little spot."

"Sure!" again very eagerly. But I was beginning not to care. I got on my knees in between her legs and began to slowly work both my hands on her ass cheeks. I was firm and used slow swirling motions. I realized that if I pushed both cheeks apart I could expose a bit of her pussy. The smell immediately rushed up to my nose.

"This is very nice,'' she sighed.

I took a little more sunscreen and applied it to my fingertips. "You said every spot..." with that I took my fingers and ran them through the valley between her cheeks, all the way down to near her pussy. I wasn't nearly bold enough to dare actually touching it, but god I wanted to. I repeated that a few more times, the smell getting stronger, and decided it was best to stop. So far we'd only teased one another, I didn't want to do anything that would make the next two months uncomfortable.

"There you go..." I said sheepishly.

"Thank you, you are such a gentleman. Shall we take a dip?" She sat up and adjusted her top making her boobs jiggle. I quickly hopped in the pool. Thankfully, the water was cold and it helped to calm my urges. For the rest of our swim the cold water helped me keep my cool. I decided I would head in and went up to my room. As soon as I got up there I had to let loose. My room has an adjoining bathroom; I quickly threw my trunks in the shower and began to touch my dick. I stood out in the middle of the room, caressing my penis. Even with the cold pool water, images of Annika naked floated through my head awoke me quickly. The home phone began to ring, but I ignored it. It continued to ring and abruptly stopped, I thought nothing of it. I continued my masturbation reaching closer and closer to orgasm, when the door opened. Annika looked at me, in all my naked glory, erect and froze. I stopped immediately and caught Annika's eye. I thought I saw a flicker of lust so I began to stroke again. Annika quickly closed the door, embarrassed. I guess she hadn't meant for everything to be so sexual by the pool.

"Owen...I'm sorry..." she called through the door.

"No. Annika...I'm...you shouldn't have had to see that. " OH MY GOD! I can't believe I did that. I can't believe I tried to masturbate in front of her. My plans to not make things uncomfortable for the next two months had been shot to shit.

"Anyway...that was your mother. She hadn't heard from you yet and was wondering if you had come—come home yet...She said dinner will be served at 8..."

"Okay...thanks."

"Yeah..." I heard the patter of her feet as she rushed away back downstairs.

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I was too embarrassed to finish what I'd started, so until my parents and Terry came back I hid up in my old room; every time my dick would get even a little hard the image of being caught and misreading the situation would quickly wilt it.

At 6:30 my parents and Terry were back. My mom began to prepare dinner while Terry, my dad, and I caught up. 

"Things are going well in New York?" my dad asked. He and my mom were marvelous parents. They both supported me unconditionally. 

"They are, after this I'm back up to begin work on a film." I replied.

"Are you the lead?"

"No. Dad I'm only 24, it's gonna take some time for me to be a lead in a feature film."

"Well, your mom and I know you'll get there."

"Thanks."

"You get to kiss any hot girls in this movie??" my younger brother Terry interjected.

"Nope."

"Why even do it?"

"Is that all you think about Ter?" My brother was 14, which if you ask me was a little old to have a live in baby sitter.

"NO!" Gosh, teenagers, they get so bent out of shape the second you approach sexual subjects.

At this point my Dad got up and went into the kitchen to help my mom.

"...but actually. Do you think you could give me some advice, Owen?"

"Sure."

"There's this girl, and she's a little older than me, but I need to get her attention. I want her to look at me...like she would look at a man, y'know??"

"...yeah..." I think I knew where this was going.

"Is there anything I can do to get her to like me. I was thinking I could flash her or—"

"GOD, no! Terry do not, under any circumstances, do that." I was one to talk though, flashing Annika earlier.

"But Annika is so hot!!"

"Enough, Terry. You're not going to do anything to freak Annika out. That's sexual harassment."

"...fine." 

My mom poked her head into the living room. "Could one of you boys let Annika know that dinner is almost ready?"

"I'll DO IT!" Terry jumped up.

"NO. I'll do it." I said. That last thing we needed was both us brothers to freak out Annika in one day.

"Terry, let Owen do it." My Mom said.

I got up and began heading downstairs. I had another motive beyond keeping Terry from becoming a sex offender, I figured having some one on one time with Annika, however brief, would allow me to apologize. I got downstairs to the basement and went up to her door. I knocked on her door. I didn't get a response. I knocked again, still nothing. I noticed that the door was unlocked and thought I'd just open the door and let her know, maybe she was napping. But when I opened the door I saw a completely naked Annika toweling off her hair. Her breasts were more amazing than I had imagined. She had these beautiful peach nipples that capped the end of each bouncing breast. I quickly looked down at her pussy. It was shaved bare. It looked delicate, and soft, and delicious. I took all that in in a split second, because the next Annika looked up and saw I was standing in her doorway. Again I was coming off as some perv. But she didn't cover up. She just stood there, allowing me to take her in. 

"Owen..." she said, softly, gently.

I quickly closed the door, thinking to save her the embarrassment. I stood on the other side of the door, feeling an awful lot like she must've felt earlier. 

"Annika...I'm sorry..."

"Owen."

"Umm...right. Yeah, dinner is going to be ready in like 15 minutes." I began to walk away.

"Owen, wait!" I heard her call through the door. "Come back."

I returned to the door, unsure of what to expect.

"Can you meet me in the kitchen after everyone is asleep?"

"...yeah. Sure." Now I really didn't know what was going on.

"Thank you." 

I quickly went upstairs. 

When Annika showed up she was wearing short jeans shorts, similar in length to the ones she was wearing when I met her, and a t-shirt that had been cut a few inches below her bust to show off her midriff. Terry's mouth was hanging agape for the entirety of dinner. It was an uneventful meal, surprisingly. We all exchanged small talk, Annika and I behaving as if nothing had happened, she would make a good actress. Dinner finished and I bussed the dishes. When that was done I waited.

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12:30 am rolled around, and I was confident everyone was asleep, so I quietly went downstairs to the kitchen. Annika was already waiting there.

"Hello." I said.

"Hello," she whispered back. She seemed nervous. "Thanks for coming."

"Sure."

"I...um...I'm 21." She said.

"Okay..."

"And, looking the way I look everyone...expects me to be a way."

"Uh huh"

"Everyone expects me to be a...real woman..."

I was beginning to become very confused.

"I'm...I'm a virgin, Owen."

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"I wanted to say I'm sorry for how I acted. I...It's just. When I saw you like that..."

She began to move closer.

"It made me feel like a woman. To know that is how you responded to me. I saw you at the pool and you were such a man, and I...I wanted to be with you. So I teased you, not because I wanted to tease you. I wanted you, but I was scared. But I want...I want to be with you, Owen."

She was only inches away.

"You seem sweet, and kind, and you are so. Hot."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I thought I had screwed everything up.

"Annika."

"We could start slow. And then do more..."

She kissed me. It was fervent, and nervous, and innocent. Her innocence turned me on. "Would you like to watch me?" I asked.

All she did was bite her lip and nod.

We quietly went down to her room, no one would hear down there. We didn't speak at all. We shut the door, and locked it and she climbed onto her bed, sitting on the edge. Neither one of us moved for a moment. Then I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off. I moved up to the edge of the bed. I began to undo my shorts and Annika ran her hands over my chest. She began to kiss it. I pulled down my underwear next. At that, she leaned back to look at me. There I was completely naked in her room inches from this beautiful Swedish goddess. I began to grow hard and I touched myself. One hand was working on my shaft while the other moved over my belly and thighs. Annika began to rub her belly, slowly moving her hands closer to her breasts. We both continued to rub our own bodies.

"Take it off." I whispered. She slowly peeled offer her shirt, and then without my insistence, she undid her bra. Those beautiful breasts hung in front of me. I had to touch them. The one hand that had been rubbing my own body reached up and began to caress her breast. The hand she had been using to caress her own breast moved over to me and she began stroking my chest and stomach. I kept pumping away, noticing the fixation Annika had with my cock. Each time she brushed her hand over my body, it got closer and closer to my hard cock.

"I want to feel it. I want to feel it throb in my hand." She grabbed my shaft and began to stroke away. She was gentle but her delicate hand felt amazing. She slowly lowered herself onto her knees and positioned herself under my cock. With her other hand she reached up and began to roll my balls around in her hand.




The Swedish Au Pair



"Oh god," I gasped, "you're going to make me cum."

"Good. I want you to cum."

She picked up the pace of her stroking. I began to feel the tension building up in my entire body, dying to be released.

"Where do you want me to cum?" I asked

"I want you to cum on my breasts!"

"Keep pumping. Don't stop. Don't stop, gahhhhh" I released all over her breasts. 

She kept pumping me, as if she never wanted me to stop. Cum covered her breasts, some of it slowly running down to the jewel in her belly button. She still held my cock. 

"That was...jävla häftigt"

"Huh?"

"Fucking awesome. You're here for two months?

"Yeah."

"This is going to be a great two months."



The Swedish Seductress



I had got myself a summer job in a pub when I was at University last year. The work was fun and I met some really nice people and enjoyed working behind the bar.

On this particular evening the pub was starting to fill up and I was busy chatting and serving when a really attractive blonde Swedish girl came in and ordered some wine which she drank as she talked to me for a while as she ran her fingers through her lovely hair and crossed and uncrossed her legs a couple of times. I couldn't help but notice that she was getting lots of admiring glances from some of the regulars and other young men in the bar area. She asked for another glass and sat down at a table over by the window, occasionally looking out and I imagined that she must be waiting for some gorgeous sexy hunk. I went to the other end of the bar and got caught up with serving for a while, but when I went back I noticed that she was still alone and had got herself another drink. She sat there idly tapping her fingers on the table to the soft music that was playing in the back ground and had a cheeky grin on her face. Following her gaze and I noticed that she was sexily communicating with a rather elderly man with thinning grey hair and glasses! I couldn't help myself but stay and watch their flirting game. He was fully aware of her attention and was glowing from ear to ear, his blue eyes twinkling and his smile was so naughty. My mouth visibly dropped open though, when I saw her shapely long legs slowly open in his direction as her fingers played upwards reaching her stocking tops and even further. 

I imagined that she could have had any man in the pub as most of them had glanced in her direction a couple of times. Her sex play continued and I tried to stay at that end of the bar to watch how much further it went. Then again I couldn't believe my eyes when I watched her beckon him with her forefinger to follow her as she headed for the Ladies toilets. He nearly fell as he tried to get up too quickly in his excitement. Giggling to myself I had to see more! I looked round and slipped away towards the toilets after them. I was almost bubbling over with laughter imaging what was going to happen next as I crept along the corridor after them. Peeping around one of the cubicle doors was closed and I could hear hushed voices. With my heart pounding loudly I crept into the one beside it and locked the door behind me. As quietly as I could I put the lid of the toilet down and climbed on top. Bending and leaning slightly forward I looked through a peep hole that I had discovered when I first started working at the pub. Lo and behold there they were nearly naked and so horny. I had to suppress my laughter again and it wasn't easy! She was just wearing a tiny tight green top and I watched her as she provocatively pulled it over her head and her two delicious tits bounced out and he gasped and I saw his eyes widen enormously at the sight of them. The man still had his underpants on that revealed a remarkably big bulge for someone of his years. I watched her as she touched it and it moved and grew even more as she put her fingertips into the elastic and pulled them down. It bounced up in her face and even she suppressed a giggle.

The girl whispered what a nice big boy he was as she sexily licked her lips as she pulled his foreskin back tracing the outline of his solid prick with a long red painted nail. Then leaning over it she poked her pink tongue out licking the oozing pre-cum from its tip. The girl suddenly got onto the closed toilet and stood with her cunt jutting into his face displaying a beautiful soft shaved pussy before she pulled her sex lips open. He gasped and reached for her bum cheeks and pushed his face between her legs and into the glistening folds of her cunt and over large swollen clit. He licked and sucked her outragously as she moaned quietly before rippling into what sounded like a very satisfying multi orgasm that seemed to last for ages. Finally she dropped down onto the toilet seat and pulled him closer to her. As she reached for his cock she slid her delicate fingers up and down its length, as his eyes slowly closed enjoying her movements. Eventually he moved round in the confined space and sat on the seat and the girl quickly straddled him and gently lowered herself onto his throbbing length. Carefully, she moved backwards, forwards and up and down, until the head of his rampant cock touched her outer lips and clitoris before sliding it back in again, while running her fingers down the groves of his bony spine. She was obviously enjoying herself as his prick twitched and grew inside her as she rocked her hips. The girl watched his expression as she played with her obviously erect and aroused nipples. Biting her sumptuous blood red lips, the same colour as her finger nails they looked an amazing sight as they swayed together on the toilet until the dams burst and they came loudly over the edge together.

With all the puffing and panting I made my escape and nobody seemed to have noticed my absence from the bar. I saw the girl return and leave through the main door and waited for the old man to follow. I was busy and serving at the other end of the room when we suddenly heard an unearthly scream coming from the direction of the toilets. Bill my manager rushed out and some minutes later appeared back with a very distressed middle aged woman. He called me quickly over and asked me to look after her muttering that she had found a naked old man in the Ladies toilets quite dead with a huge hard on! I am sure that I went bright red hearing the news as I tried to take it on board and call for an ambulance. The Swedish girl had gone and only I knew what had happened but sure wasn't going to say anything. I bet he had a smile on his face too, bless him what a way to go!!!



The Sweepstakes



A Note To The Reader:

This fictional story contains male / male sexual situations. If you find this offensive then it is strongly suggested that you read no further.

Scene One: "The Threesome"

I noticed that she was trembling as she took my hand. I glanced at her angelic face. She smiled a nervous but eager smile. I was sure that my expression mirrored hers. I leaned down to her and kissed her deeply. She exhaled a sigh and for a brief moment as her breath filled my heaving lungs, I was certain that our souls were one. 

Turning the knob, I pushed the heavy, wooden door ajar and we entered the room together.

As my eyes became adjusted to the dimly lit space I noticed that my gaze was drawn to a fire burning in a fireplace which spanned the entire rear wall of this enormous room. Shadows danced and light flickered throughout the room and there were candles burning in sconces which hung every ten feet or so on each of the four walls. The air was filled with the fragrance of an intoxicating incense. It was sweet and pungent not unlike the scent of jasmine. There were towering windows along the opposite wall which sprawled upward to the arched ceiling. I noticed that the windows were divided into panes which resembled prison windows and the moonlight passing through between the plush, floor length, velvet curtains cast grid like shadows across the marble tiled floor.

"Wow" She said, "How beautiful." I recall marveling at how her voice was reverberating against the smooth marble walls. 

"I'll say. This place looks like it was built for royalty. It's even better than I had imagined" My voice filled the shadowy hall with an almost eerie, deep reverberation .

At the center of the room there was an enormously long wooden table with no less than twenty high backed wooden chairs surrounding it. A single, multi-tiered candelabra stood at the center of the table. Five tall candles burned, casting a glow across the massive, highly polished surface. I noted that the chair at the far end of the table had been removed and was now centered before the fireplace at the rear of the room. 

"So," She said gesturing toward the single chair before the fireplace. "Is that where we're supposed to....?" 

"Fuck!" I finished her sentence with a smirk. 

She giggled a girlish laugh and I could see goose bumps forming on her bare arms in the moonlight which pooled around us as we stood just inside of the doorway still holding hands. My cock slowly found its way up and out of the gap at the front of my bathrobe. With her other hand she stroked my shaft tenderly, playfully and without another word I gave the heavy door a substantial shove and we walked hand in hand to the chair before the mammoth fireplace within which the glowing fire snapped and hissed with a life of its own. As we reached the chair the solid, massive door latched itself with a load and echoing "click-bang". Again I was reminded of a prison.

Stopping in front of the substantial wooden chair she reached for the waist strap of my robe as I simultaneously slipped my fingers under hers and as if on cue each of our robes fell to the floor. Her skin was awash in the firelight. I couldn't remember her ever looking more beautiful, more inviting. I pulled her into my arms and she sighed as I pressed my lips to hers. I felt her jaw relax, parting her lips and then a tentative tongue flicked across my lips as she teased me into her mouth. She pushed me down onto the chair our tongues still dancing. She broke away and knelt before me. Taking my already throbbing cock into her hands she locked her gaze on my eyes and her expert mouth engulfed me. I instinctively pushed my fingers through her hair and gently cradled her head as she worked her magic bringing me to a higher state of arousal. With one hand she pumped my cock in time to her slipping her lips over my length. With the other she reached down and began to trace circles around her clit. She would occasionally dip a finger or two into her now dripping pussy to add to the delicious sensations that she was creating for herself. When my breathing became heavier she released her grip on my cock, pulled her mouth away with a smack and never once did she break her transfixing stare into my soul. 

"My turn" She said as she stood pulling me by the hands to my feet as well. She stepped around me and I spun around to follow her. Plopping herself down onto the chair and pulling her knees up to her chest, she exposed her glistening pussy to me and demanded. "Lick my pussy!" She didn't need to tell me twice. There are few things I enjoy more than burying my face into her delicious cunt. I dropped to my knees and plunged my hungry mouth into her. She inhaled sharply with a gasp and huskily cooed. "Oh yes, Yes! ...Lick it. Oh God YES!!!" She likes it when I press my tongue hard against her clit and rapidly lick up and down and it doesn't take her long once she's got the rhythm. I could sense the familiar urgency as she bucked her hips to meet my persistent assault. 

"Stop! Stop!" She interrupted. "Don't make me cum yet. I want to feel you inside me."

Again she pushed me away and rose to her feet. 

"Sit" she commanded.

I did as she asked. Stepping toward me she swung a leg over me and now straddling me she reached down to grasp my cock and guiding my pre-cum covered knob she buried my shaft balls deep into her slippery hole in one fluid motion.

We both gasped loudly in response to the intense pleasure, our cries echoing against the marbled walls. Moonlight, firelight and candlelight bathed our bodies as she began to grind herself on my cock. Again we began to kiss deeply our eyes closed as we concentrated on exploring each other's mouths. Passionately kissing and grinding our bodies together we were unaware of anything else in the universe. Until that is, that a long, thick and warm cock snaked itself between our interlocked lips. Startled at first, we both reacted by rearing backward. Both of our mouths open in shocked disbelief. 

It was Seth. He stood smiling down at the two of us while stroking his enormous and beautiful cock. When I regained my senses I laughingly inquired. "How long have you been watching us?"

"Long enough to know that I need to get in on this." He said, still smiling handsomely. 

Seth was one of Jen's favorites. Whenever we'd watch the erotic films together she'd always squirm in her seat and remark about how hot he was. And she was right. At slightly over six feet tall with well defined muscle tone, long brown hair and six-pack abs he was a sight to behold. Add to that a cock that dreams are made of and you've got a man that simply exudes sexiness. Many were the evenings that Jen would cum multiple times while watching Seth fucking and sucking with the other boys while I either lapped her cunt like a hungry dog or while she fingered herself with her eyes glued to the television.

And now here we were the three of us naked, aroused, willing and able.

"This is perfect!" I exclaimed. "Absolutely perfect!"

"It sure is!" Jen added finally able to speak. "I'm so glad that you could join us Seth." 

"The pleasure is mine, I assure you." Replied Seth. "Please, continue. I like to watch." He said while resuming his stroking himself.

Jen smiled up at him and began once again to grind herself into my somewhat startled and softened cock. Reaching out to Seth she cupped his firm ass cheek pulling him closer. My erection immediately restored by the proximity of Seth's long, thick penis to Jen's and my face. 

"Where were we?" She said seductively.

Seth offered his gorgeous cock to us again and this time we both hungrily began to lick and kiss him and each other across his tool. Seth placed a hand on each of our shoulders and began to slowly slide his cock between our wet mouths. Our tongues slithered all over him and each other as he slowly brought up his tempo. This continued for several delightful minutes until Jen began to raise herself up on my shaft and slam herself back down with a hunger that always gets me fired up. Seth then turned slightly toward Jen and she took his massive cock into her silky mouth. With a heavy sigh Seth threw his head back and pulled my face toward his heavy, smooth balls. I eagerly met his request by sucking one and then the other into my mouth. Licking, sucking and loving every minute of it. Jen's tempo had increased to a hard slamming fuck. Her ass slapping onto my thighs with a satisfying smack and each time she'd rise and fall she would take Seth's cock deep into her mouth. She was obviously getting close to cumming and she was making sexy, muffled, pleading moans around Seth's shaft. Soon the first wave consumed her. She pulled her mouth from Seth and seized his cock in her hand as she cried out in ecstasy. I had all I could do not to cum myself but I had other plans. I wanted Seth's cum and I knew that my desire would be severely diminished if I allowed myself to cum before he did. Jen continued to fuck me while holding Seth tightly in her fist. Seth was pumping his hips into her grasp with an urgency of his own. As Jen began to come down from her climax she looked me in the eye and in between her heavy breaths she panted...

"Suck this big dick Baby! I wanna' watch you suck this cock!

With that she directed her hand still wrapped around his cock toward my mouth. I eagerly began to fuck Seth with my mouth, taking him all the way down my throat and all the way out again. Over and over I rhythmically sucked him while Jen held the base of his cock and met my movements by pulling and pushing him into my mouth. She reached under him and began to fondle his massive balls. Looking up at Seth she coaxed him toward his climax.

"C'mon big boy, give my husband that big load. I can feel how heavy your balls are. You must have lots of hot cum for Michael. He wants' it so bad. He's been fantasizing about this moment for so long. He needs your cum. He needs it. Fuck his mouth!"

This hot talk was getting the desired result and Seth was beginning to breathe hard. He was meeting my movements and ramming my mouth forcefully. He placed both of his hands behind my head and pumped in and out of my mouth rapidly. 

Suddenly Jen exclaimed..." Oh, your balls are tightening up Seth." She was still holding his balls and pumping his shaft." That's it! Shoot your load in his mouth. Give him your cum. C'mon...C'mon!!!!!"

Seth's thrust's switched to short, quick pelvic convulsions. His fingers tightened in my hair and with one final, powerful thrust he began a long and deep groan as the first of an amazing number of spurts shot powerfully from his pulsing cock. My mouth was full with his very first spurt and I quickly swallowed all of it. Then another, and another, and another as I tried to keep up with the incredible amount of delicious sperm flooding into my mouth. Jen was still shouting for him to shoot his load with the most lustful look on her face as she took in the scene before her. Her eyes were locked onto Seth's huge shaft. Each time that he would launch a stream he'd grunt and thrust into my mouth. Jen was squeezing his balls tightly forcing him to empty himself. After several spurts I replaced Jen's hand with my own around his cock. I pulled him from my mouth and aimed his convulsing rod at Jen's face and he fired three more blasts into her open waiting mouth and across her beautiful face while I pumped his enormous cock furiously. When Seth was finished he took a step back smiling broadly, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His cockhead was glistening with the last bead of his cum and my saliva. 

I turned my attention back to Jen as she began to rock herself back and forth on my straining cock. She was still holding Seth's cum in her open mouth, showing me what I needed to see. She began to allow his cum to leak from the corners of her lips while she looked directly into my eyes. This was exactly what I needed and my own balls began to tighten and boil. She sensed this and increased her tempo. I leaned in and began to lick Seth's seed from her chin as it poured from her pouting lips. She leaned back still drooling cum and expertly dribbled it onto one of her rock hard nipples. I bent down and sucked it up noisily, greedilly. With that Jen began another orgasm which pushed me right over the edge and I began to fill her cunt with a huge load of my own. As I dumped my load into her convulsing body I kissed her deeply lapping the last of Seth's sperm from her gaping, contorted mouth. I was grunting loudly with each wave of pleasure, filling her with my seed as I sucked and licked Seth's cum from her whimpering lips. 

This was by far the most erotic experience that I'd ever imagined and judging by the expression on Jens face I'm sure that she would concur. Jen looked up at Seth and thanked him for his participation to which he ceremoniously and comically bowed and retreated rearward and out of sight into the darkened corner behind him. I glanced down at my lovely wife taking in her beauty and finding myself surprisingly aroused so quickly by the sight of the firelight illuminating the wetness on her face and breasts. She was slick with another man's semen and I was intoxicated by the decadence of the entire scene. 

Suddenly, someone shouted "CUT! ...That's a wrap." The room was filled by a deafening applause. Turning my gaze toward the table I gathered instantly that the rest of the crew were clapping, cheering and whistling their approval of our little threesome. It was at that exact moment that I remembered that we'd been captured on film and this was to be one of the scenes of the film. I smiled at Jen and she blushed sexily while smiling at the rest of the cast and crew. If this was what it was like to make a porno film then we were definitely up to the task. 

I, your author will take the opportunity at this point to present you, the reader with a point of view which you may or my not agree with. None-the-less, for the purpose of my own sanity I will attempt to present my rational...

It has always been my contention that it is not naturally human for folks to be monogamous. My logic for coming to this conclusion is simple. In the natural world, when higher mammal females are "in heat" they become receptive to any available male. The male's role is to contribute his seed in hopes of propagating the species. The sole purpose for the act of intercourse is to ensure exactly this outcome. This, I believe is precisely why women are multi-orgasmic and men are not. You see, way back when, before humans developed the complex social behaviors that we practice today including marriage and love, we were no different than any other highly evolved mammal. When a female came into estrous she would welcome the advances of the stronger males because they were the ones who were able to get to her first. After the dominant male copulated with the receptive female he would contentedly sit back, relax and eventually drift off to sleep. There were still plenty of eager males gathered around her who wanted nothing more than to deposit their seed into her as well. The female, being multi-orgasmic and having just had the pleasure of being fucked by the dominant male was still quite aroused and receptive to every other male who wished to have his way with her. One by one each male would fuck her and then wander off to fall asleep until every male in the group got his shot at her. Thus, it is my contention that all women possess deep within their souls the most basic of instincts, the ability to be absolute cock whores for the sole purpose of perpetuating the species. I for one embrace and encourage all women to succumb to these instinctive urges and to be the sluts that they were originally intended to be. Women are wired for gangbangs and men are wired for gangbanging.

Why is he making these claims the reader may ask. The answer is simple. I fantasize daily about seeing my wife gangbanged by a large group of men and it just so happens that our crew and cast were more than willing to set the stage for just such an episode. After all , I did write the original screenplay and I did win the sweepstakes.

Here I was, completely drained after filling my lovely wife's pussy with my seed but quite to the contrary, Jen was just getting started and the lust in her eyes would betray any attempts on her behalf to deny it. She needed cock lots of cock and as luck would have it there were lots of cocks at her beckon call.

Scene Two "The Gang Bang"



The applause and cheering continued as the rest of the cast and crew approached. Jen and I were still seated on our chair in front of the fireplace. Jen was blushing but smiling broadly. The boys surrounded us, all of them naked and in various states of arousal. Seven gorgeous young men with tanned, hard, stark naked bodies and packing equipment which was larger than life were standing before us and at our disposal. We were here to make a film based loosely on the suggestions that I'd made in a spur of the moment email in response to the sweepstakes offer to "Write your own script." at the end of an X-rated DVD movie that we'd watched together. 

As the cast of gorgeous men gathered around us they each began to offer their congratulations and words of encouragement. 

"Awesome scene guys" Said Grant.

"That was so hot!" exclaimed Terrence. 

"It's so nice to add a woman, and a sexy one at that to the mix." Added Brandon.

Jen was smiling broadly and was making more eye to cock contact than eye to eye. It was rather obvious to me and to the others that she was entranced by the attention of all of these beautiful, young men and the boys wasted no time in exploiting her willingness to go along with their advances. 

"Jen, you were awesome!" Adam remarked. "I think I'm in love" he said playfully as he embraced Jen and I in a warm, lingering hug.

Jen blushed but still had the courage to reach out and tug on his beautiful, perfectly shaped penis. Adam reacted with a shudder and a sexy moan.

"Yeah Jen, we don't get the opportunity to play with girls very often if ever. I for one can't wait to perform with you." Kurt said.

All of the other guys nodded at this while adding their own words of encouragement.

Looking down at me Eric asked politely, "Michael, would you mind if we paid some attention to your lovely wife."

I felt my spent cock stir at this and Jen wiggled her perfect ass over my growing erection with a giggle and lifted herself up and to her feet. She spun around to face the gang of hot young men. My semen hanging as if on a string from her beautiful, freshly fucked pussy.

"Have at her boys." I said. "She can set her own boundaries." 

I watched from my seated position as the boys began to fondle her trembling, naked body. There were hands of various sizes and colors caressing her shoulders, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. The group of very aroused studs began to crowd around my deliciously, sexy wife, pressing their erections against her soft, supple flesh while exploring her body with their hands. When Taylor's expert fingers found her moist vagina and began to tease her clit she reacted by throwing her arms around his neck and grinding herself into his hand. She purred in his ear, "Oh God yes! That feels so good."  

In my mind I was fighting back the jealousy and focusing on the incredibly erotic spectacle before me. Of course there was the part of me that desperately wanted to take it all back and make her forget what had just transpired but there was an even more powerful, lustful need to see my dainty wife overcome by seven of the most beautiful of men with the most amazing equipment and because I wrote the script, I knew that she was going to do just that. She and I often would whisper little scenarios in one-another's ears during lovemaking. I knew the things that she fantasized about and she was going to live it with me right there in this magnificent Newport mansion. 




The Sweet Anguish of Intercourse



(First Fantasy: My lover has just finished having anal intercourse with me. Now I am ready to penetrate him -- my first time ever with a man!)

My ass hole, still wide open from your huge cock having filled it only moments ago, begins to drip with the cum you have so recently shot into me. I turn myself on the bed, kneeling doggie style, and, parting my legs wide and lifting my exposed ass toward you, ask you to insert your tongue into the hole and give me a good licking. You insert your hungry tongue into the enlarged hole, filled with your oozing cum, and lick the remains of your pearly essence from my depths.

You are driving me into such a delirium this way, that my dick has grown to its limit of expansion, while deep within my balls and my entire groin, my man-fluid boils, stirs, desperately seeking release from the confines of my body. I want to give my seed to you... plant it in your body. The muscular, masculine sleekness of your body has intoxicated me with such longing... the so-recent excitement of you and I copulating in manly abandon has so inflamed my senses, that I want to copulate with you again. I want to put my penis inside of you, fuck you wildly, join our bodies in ecstatic oneness, and fill you to the brim with my semen.

I have never fucked a man. You are my first... and from the moment I first saw you naked, I had no doubt you are the man I want to share this intimacy with. My penis is engorged with the anticipation of entering you; it bobs and pulsate as you touch it, lick it, caress it, and moan to me how much you want it inside of you.

I lay you back upon the bed and straddle your thighs, parting them enough to gain access to your ready ass. Coating my fingers with a mixture of your cum and my saliva, I fondle your nether entrance, teasing it, then penetrating it with my fingers, preparing you to receive my manhood. With my free left hand, I lightly stroke your beautiful, manly chest... tracing a path ever lower to your abdomen... your hips. Still inserting my fingers and enjoying your sighs of desire, I bend down to kiss, nibble and lick your lips, your neck, your shoulders, your arms and chest. I lick the sweat still glistening upon your from our first coupling. The taste of you, your scent, inflames my desire even more than I thought possible, and my dick throbs with one overarching need... to enter you.

My fingers are now deep inside your ass, widening and lubricating you. You part open like a delicate young flower, ready to be pollinated. Our eyes meet, and as we gaze deeply into each other eyes, I remove my fingers, even as your hands grasp my cock to guide it toward your willing, opened gate, wet with passion. In the next instant, I plunge, our eyes still locked... sliding easily, fully into your depths. Your eyes close and you groan with pleasure as I come out only little, then thrust once again. Your back arches to receive me to the fullest. Your legs rise to wrap around my lower back... in every way, your body tries to bring me even deeper within.

We can hear the liquid sucking sounds of our sex with each pumping. I withdraw almost completely out of you, poising my cock head at the opened lips of your hole for only a moment, then thrust powerfully back inside. I feel your body trembling. Mine shivers too, the cum inside me already stirring to action, moving, ready to make the journey from my testicles, down the tube of my cock shaft, out of the glans tip, through your anus and deep into your body.

But before that happens, we fuck, and we fuck more. We fuck so long and furiously, all the while gasping and crying in the sweet anguish of intercourse, that our bodies run slick with perspiration. Our abdomens make a sucking sound each time our bodies grind together and part again. I feel the bulge of your cock, already hardening again beneath me. I imagine it again inside of my ass, and realize I have never known a man like you, never made love with man nor woman with such intensity as you and eye are sharing now. I feel I could give up all heterosexuality and become your sex slut, wanting nothing more than your strong, masculine embraces... wanting only your body... your cock... your sperm, always.

It is as though your are drawing me forth. My entire body is aflame with passion and need to experience release. The resonant burning flame within you seeks relief, also, and only my life-giving fluid will bring you that relief. You grasp my neck and cry for me to cum... to ejaculate inside you... to give you all of me. I continue fucking you, my own cries and moans becoming louder, mixing with yours as we approach our climax together. I can feel your dick completely hard again beneath me, and you tell me that you are going to cum again, as well.

I wait until you moan that your load is rising, and thrusting one final time as deeply as I can go into you, my sperm rockets forth in great spasms... one, then another and another... yet another, and again... Our two male bodies are pressed so tightly that they have in effect become one body, locked tightly by the endless stream of semen coursing between us. Your cock gushes in unison, and I feel the warmth of your cum flooding all over my groin, spilling down into the boiling point of our union.

After an eternity of bliss, we collapse, utterly spent. I have fucked many women. I have never fucked a man... until now... until you. Never has a copulation been so singularly sweet. I am already imagining the next time.

* * *

(Second Fantasy: I am nourished by my lover's magnificent fullness)

You lie back fully naked the bed; I straddle you, unclothed, and, near breathless, take in the sight of your powerful body, aglow in the crimson half light of the candles we have lit. Your manhood strains upward in the intensity of your desire. I can sense the need throbbing deep within its root... the need to be touched, to be taken, to be experienced by another man... by me.

My penis, too, has risen to its height; you can see and feel my balls touching yours. I move in closer so that our cocks touch, and as one, we each reach for the double-headed staff of our combined sex, running our fingers together across their curves... taking in the velvety softness of the double glans... tracing paths down the swollen poles. Our hands meet at the testicles, caressing them, feeling their warmth, kneading softly, stimulating the fluid that fills us both... 

You long for my seed; I long for yours. But that is the prize that we shall both receive at the climax of our act. For now, you want to be inside of me, and I want you there, so badly. I part my legs wider and lift myself upward, onto your urgently needful rod, and poise myself there. With my left hand, I take you and guide the head of your cock 'till it is just touching the now small, tight lip of my nether entrance. Can you feel me trembling? I am not lubricated, but I don't care. I intend to take you at a single, deep thrust! I see you are ready. Laying my hands upon your chest, gazing deeply into your eyes, I quickly, yet gently, lower myself upon your cock – wondrous, magnificent fullness of you! -- wincing a little as it pushes through the tight ring of my sphincter and plunges into my bowels. You feel the tightness of me surrounding you... the warmth of my insides pressing upon your pulsing shaft.

All I can feel in the lower part of my body is you, swelling, filling me. You reach with both hands to take my hips, to steady me.. then begin fucking me in earnest. You fuck me long and hard, until we are both close to ejaculating. When I tell you I am going to shoot my load, you thrust once the full length into me, holding your own sperm a little longer, pulling suddenly out of me. 

My ball sacs can contain their burden no longer, and all at once my penis erupts to overflowing with one strong spurt after another of my warm, velvety semen. You have positioned your own cock right into the path of my flying fluid, which begins to coat your shaft and run down it, onto your lower abdomen, onto your balls, and all around the base of your cock. I have cum so hard and so long that your entire genital area -- not to mention the full length of your penis -- is covered in the slick sexual substance of me.

It takes me a moment to recover from the intensity of so much sperm leaving my body so powerfully, as well as from the headiness of your giant cock having thrust so intensely and repeatedly into my asshole... but I do not want to miss this opportunity. Taking your semen-slippery cock pole in my right hand, I begin to milk you briskly, aware that you are only seconds away from your own eruption. In a quick motion, we exchange positions, me lying now face up o the bed, you poised atop my face. You want urgently to empty your man-sex on my lips... I know... and I want to give you the complete pleasure of fulfilling that desire. You groan exquisite transporting sensation of my pumping hand, lubricated with all my sperm, which you can smell... that delicious, senses-intoxicating scent of pure male seed. And now you know it is time to plant your seed into my waiting, eager, hungry, wide opened mouth....

A loud cry of release rises from you as your semen rises from your balls, rushing from your depths onto my lips, and all over my face. I feel the burn of it spilling into my eyes, but the sheer warm pleasure of it washing over my face, my nose, my cheeks.... and especially into my mouth. I am tasting already, swallowing, starving for you... gulping your fluid down my throat and opening for more... which keeps flowing from your dick.

I drink all of you, feeding upon your body, content as I have never before known to be so filled. You have fucked me... you have cum in my mouth... I am a deliriously happy man. 



The Sweet Factory



Susan yawned as she walked down the automated production line. Night shift was boring and she was worn out. As head of maintenance she was responsible for finding any faults and ensuring that they were fixed as quickly as possible. Downtime was money was what she was always being told. The factory was an automated plant which produced a wide range of pick and mix sweets, everything from chocolates to toffees were produced, wrapped and packaged with the minimal staff again to save cost.

The only time the plant could be stopped was overnight when there was a minimal staff, tonight Susan and two colleagues were running the equipment slowly to see what was causing some issues with some of the equipment. It meant that elements could be stopped, adjusted and restarted without effecting the rest of the systems.

"Checking the chocolate feed. Over" Susan spoke into her radio and started to climb up the steel stairs to reach the top of a heated vat of melted chocolate. There had been issues with the delivery of chocolate to the conveyor belt below, it had been blocking and she thought that it was because of an issue with the mixer. She unbolted the access hatch and opened the heavy steel lid, peering in she could see the chocolate swishing around slowly below. It seemed that the stirrer was working. She sighed and looked down at her tablet computer which remotely controlled the production systems, it all looked normal.

She placed the computer and radio down and leant into the vat, she was hit was hit with a wall of heat and the sweet smell, she breathed deeply loving the scent. She saw that the mixer was catching, she tried to reach down but it was far from her grasp. She grunted but could not reach. She was about to lean back through the hatch when a shadow crossed her light. Susan looked up, standing above her was one of her staff.

"Ah Jake. Could you pause the mixer please."

"No."

Susan looked up. "What do you mean no?" Her words were cut short as Jake pushed her into the vat, she screamed, landing with a splat in the thick chocolate. She sunk to her chest and was pushed around the vat by the mixer. "What the hell are you doing?" Susan screamed, spitting chocolate.

"Call it a resignation..." He laughed and slammed the vat hatch shut before grabbing the tablet computer. He touched the screen, adjusting some of the settings. There was a loud whirring as the conveyor belts started to rumble into life.

Susan yelled, the mixer was starting to move more quickly, she was thrown about in the vat. Bobbing in the chocolate which was coating her body making her so heavy. Her head was becoming covered and she was gasping and spitting. Suddenly there was a pull on her body, a suction which dragged her down below the surface. She panicked trying to swim but the current was too strong, she was dragged into darkness.

Jake watched a warning on the tablet. Suction Blockage' he increased the force and the error cleared returning to showing how much chocolate was leaving the tank.

Susan felt herself being pulled into the light, she blinked before she was dumped on a conveyor belt which dragged her quickly towards another machine. She gasped before she was covered in a layer of coconut flakes. They coated her, sticking to every inch of her body. Suddenly she was dropped onto another belt. She felt hands reaching down and clearing her eyes, She blinked and saw Jake standing before her.

"What the hell are you doing?" Susan snarled.

"I told you resigning. I just have to test the equipment before I go." He smiled. "Ready for some testing?" He laughed, reaching down he pulled some chooclate off her body, licking his fingers he smiled. "Yummy. Now, onto the next line."

He pressed on the tablet's screen, the belt moved and Susan was dragged onwards through a hatch into another room. She saw the sign above the hole - 'Chewing Gum Production'. Susan gasped, she was being taken into the plant that made batches of chewing gum mix.

"No Jake... No!" She screamed. It was pointless as she was hit by a wave of warm chewing gum mix. It covered her like glue, building on the weight of the chocolate and coconut. She was glued to the conveyor belt she was stuck, eventually when she reached the end of the line her body was splatted into a waiting wheeled tub. She slithered in the huge tub, her body covered in gooey gum and chocolate.

Jake started to take photos. "These will look good on Facebook!"

Susan wrenched her hand free from the goo and grabbed Jake by the overalls. She dragged him towards the tub until he fell face first into the sticky goo. Jake kicked his legs trying to get purchase, they struggled together in the gum mix before eventually Susan managed to get free. Her movement was slow as the gum was heavy and setting fast, she realized that she had to move quickly if she was to escape the factory and Jake's revenge on her.

She reached for the door to leave the factory floor, just as she did she was hit from behind, Jake had shoved a wheeled tub towards her. She crumpled and fell backwards into the tub landing in a mass of marshmallow fluff, Susan swore as she failed to grab the sides of the tub and sank into the creamy mush.

"Oh dear, did you think I had finished?" Jake smiled as he stared down at Susan in the tub. She felt herself being pushed through the plant. Finally they stopped. "I have her here."

"Great"

Susan shuddered, the voice of the other night shift employee Charley Jackson, she was twenty one, sullen and had just been given a final written warning from Susan for lateness and poor conduct.

"Hello boss." Charley sneered. "Get her out of there." Jake dragged Susan out of the tub and stood her in front of Charley.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I thought that you deserved something for being such a bitch. So I thought you should test the new automated bulk line." The bulk line was a new part of the factory that manufactured ingredients for caterers and other manufacturers, rather than small chocolate bars or sweets this line made huge quantities which could be made into other products from Easter eggs to chocolate biscuits. Quickly Jake and Charley stripped Susan, cleaning off layers of fluff, gum and chocolate until she was standing almost naked in front of them.

"You won't get away with this!" Susan snarled.

"Oh I think we will, the next batch is to be delivered to the US so by the time the container is opened at the other end we will be long gone with the contents of the safe." Charley laughed.

"Put her on the belt."

Jake grabbed Susan and threw her onto one of the ingredient input belts.

"Jake, don't do this..." Susan pleaded.

"Oh stop that you stupid cow!" Charley yelled before pushing the green start button. "Bye bye!" The belt shuddered and started moving, Charley turned and started to walk away as Susan reached out and grabbed the back of her overalls. "What the fu..." Charley suddenly shot back and landed heavily on the belt on top of Susan. "Stop the belt! Jake for fu..."

Jake looked at the controls, but then thought, why share the money from the safe. He smiled as he watched the two women move into the machinery.

***

Charley raised her body struggling to get off the belt, Susan tried to warn her but it was too late as she hit her head on an overhead beam and slumped back down onto the belt. They were dragged into the plant before being dumped into a huge vat. Susan slid down the stainless steel side of the vat with Charley slithering beside her. She shook her head and tried to stand up but slipped and fell.

"You stupid woman!" Susan snarled but was cut short as there was a loud clunk. She looked up just in time to see a flood of heavy cream start to pour into the vat. The cream was as thick as custard, soon they were knee deep. Susan looked up as a dazed Charley lunged at her pushing in her into the gloop. Susan struggled, slithering and sliding in the cold cream, she managed to grab Charley's overalls and hold her down for a moment before she span round and knocked Susan's feet from under her.

After a minute or so of wrestling in the cream Susan held up her hand. "Look, lets stop this. We are both trapped, we should work together." Charley laughed.

"Screw you bitch!" She was about to hit Susan when a flood of powdered sugar hit her. The flow went on for what seemed like minutes until there was nothing but a column of sugar standing before Susan. She panicked for a moment until the column broke and Charley appeared coughing and spluttering. Susan could not help herself and laughed. "Shut up bitch!" Before the inevitable fight broke out they both looked up as a flood of molten chocolate hit them.

Susan gasped as the chocolate hit her, it seemed her body was betraying her as the warm embrace of the thick chocolate was having an unusual effect on her body, she was being hugged by the weight of the warm chocolate and it was causing tingles to flood her body. Maybe this would not be as bad as she imagined.

Charley screamed as the chocolate engulfed her body, she turned quickly from human to a sweet, shapeless blob which shuddered for a moment before lunging towards Susan.

They landed in the thick, sweet ooze, Susan felt the weight of Charley's body pressing against her, she reached out grabbing the back of Charley's neck before pushing her head towards her. It was a sudden urge like the bursting of a dam as she pulled Charley's formless face towards her and pressed her mouth against the opening in the gooey chocolate, he tongue explored the sweet chocolate, tainted with the taste of lip gloss.

Carley, struggled trying to fight her way from Susan's grasp, slithering back in the vat. "What the hell are you doing?"

Susan slipped and staggered to her feet, they were now almost thigh deep in warm chocolate. She smiled, invisible beneath the confectionery. "Well Charley, I am sorry but it seems that Jake has decided he wants the contents of the safe for himself."

"Bastard." Charley snarled.

"And, furthermore, we are stuck here at his mercy." She paused. "I don't know what came over me. But suddenly I wish it was you..."

Charley turned and tried to run, but could not move in the thick chocolate. Susan grabbed the back of her overalls and pulled her, she fell backwards quickly sinking until only her fingers were above the surface. Susan grabbed her and dragged her up. Susan spluttered and gasped. "So tell me, what did you intend would happen to me?"

Charley sighed. "Well, as I said, we were going to dump you in this load of milk chocolate and make a run for it."

"Okay..." Susan looked up. "I think we can get out of here. Give me a leg up." Charley helped Susan slither to the side of the vat and then reach up, she was just able to grab a drooping cable which ran above them. She pulled herself up, dragging herself up and out of the vat, struggling to stand on the cat walk above. She peered down smiling at Charley. "You know what, I think I should let you go to America, after all you had intended it would happen to me."

Charley suddenly sobbed. "Please... It was Jake's idea. Look I am sorry."

"Stop the crying..." Susan shrugged. "Not such a bully eh?"

"I would do anything... Please let me free!"

"Anything..." Susan smiled. She didn't know if it had been the events of the evening or a sudden madness, but she had felt something deep down inside her, an itch which had to be scratched. But first there was a robbery to foil.

She reached down and grabbed Charley's wrist, pulling her from the chocolate bath. It took all her strength to drag her onto the catwalk beside her.

"Thank you..." Charley paused. "Look I am sorry. I was stupid."

"All in good time... First I think we should get our revenge on Jake, don't you think."

***

Jake laughed to himself he had doubled his loot and got rid of an annoying girl all at the same time. He lifted the heavy bag and walked quickly down the stairs back onto the factory floor.

The machinery was running, he smiled as he imagined that the chocolate would soon be draining into a bulk container before being chilled to set and shipped to a factory many miles away. It was sweet justice. He smiled at his own joke.

"Oi..." He span round quickly, the swinging sack of sugar hit him square in the chest and floored him, the world went dark.

***

"Jake... Oh Jake?"

He slowly opened his eyes, before him was Susan, his head was spinning and painful. He tried to move but found he was firmly tied to a pole.

"Welcome back..." Susan was wearing a clean set of overalls, but her hair was coated in a layer of chocolate.

"What the hell?" Jake stuttered.

"You double crossed me!" Charley snarled. "Let me do it to him!" Susan handed her the tablet computer, smiling. "Goody!" Charley grabbed the screen.

"Have you seen the taffy puller Jake?" Susan smiled. "It winds bulk toffee around a pole. It makes delicious toffee, sold to be melted down for other manufactures. She nodded to Susan.

Susan tapped the screen, the machine came to life, an arm approached Jake just above his feet, suddenly he started to turn slowly, the arm rising as he did. The arm was drawing out a six inch band of thick toffee which wrapped around his body, the arm raised higher and higher. Jake yelled, panicking. "Don't worry..." Susan laughed as the toffee was wrapped around his chin before reversing and starting to wind back downwards.

It was mesmerizing to watch as Jake was slowly wrapped in an increasingly thick layer of toffee. After some minutes Charley tapped the screen again and the arm retreated. The warm toffee created a seamless cocoon at least eight inches thick from Jake's feet to his chin. Charley stepped towards him until she was a few inches away. "I hope you enjoy your prison, because when they find you stole the money this will not be the last prison you will be in!"

***

"Are you sure we can't just have some of the money?" Charley pleaded.

"No..." Susan laughed. "I though you had promised that you wanted to go clean." She paused. "Well about that..." Her eyes sparkled.

"What?"

"Look this will sound weird, but the warm chocolate." Susan blushed.

Charley laughed, reaching forward she grabbed Susan's overall's ripping open the poppers. She ripped the rough material from her and pushed her backwards.

"What are you doing?" Susan bit her lip.

Charley gently coaxed Susan backwards until she felt a chain behind her. She glanced round and saw the access to the chocolate vat below her. Charley unclipped the chain. "I think I promised you anything?" With a swift push she shoved Susan back into the vat, she landed with a splat, sinking into the warm chocolate before surfacing.

Charley slid off her own overalls and stepped off the edge sliding into the vat and under the warm substance. She popped up, shaking her chocolate covered head. She reached forward and touched Susan's chest. "Oh.. Is it cold in here?" She leaned forward and started to suck her hardened nipples. Susan arched her back sighing deeply.

"I thought..."

Charley reached up placing her fingers on Susan's lips. "Shhh... Everyone loves chocolate, and I think I am getting addicted! And we have about another six hours before the day shift arrive..."

After some hours and many orgasms Charley and Susan finally slithered from the warm chocolate vat, the two women had certainly put their differences behind them and were ready to return to

the locker room to shower off the remaining chocolate and return home to go to bed where it was likely there would be little sleep. Charley turned and kissed Susan deeply.

They were oblivious to the movement behind them, unaware that they were suddenly in deep trouble as Jake, who they though had been safely trapped in a caramel prison had escaped, in their haste the girls had not switched off the heaters which kept the toffee supple and so he had eventually been able to first push a hand free and then release himself. He watched his previous accomplice and her new lover with pangs of jealous and massive doses of anger. They were going to pay for what they had done to him.

Jake reached forward, toffee dripping from his fingers, as he pressed a selection of buttons, the automated plant whirred into life. A smile played across his lips, it was his time to leave, taking the

bag of money and escape leaving Sarah and Charley to their fate. He smiled, they would be found in the morning by then he would be far away.

Sarah looked up. "What the hell?" She pulled away from Charley who was clutching at her chocolate stained body. "No... The plant is running."

"So what, lets get out of here..." Charley pouted.

"No... You don't understand." Sarah pointed to the floor they were standing on a black and yellow hatched area, before she would jump free they were knocked from their feet by an automated pallet truck which was moving rapidly through the factory. They screamed as they hit the low bed of the truck landing face upwards, watching the lights on the ceiling flash past as they progressed faster.

"Oh my God! What is happening?" Charley grabbed Sarah tighter as the truck accelerated.

"We are on the ingredient supply line. It is an automated transport system which delivers raw ingredients to the process lines. It must have started automatically, we were just standing in the wrong place." Sarah snarled, she had been stupid she told all staff the dangers of entering the automation areas when the plant was running. Normally you could not get past safety barriers and interlocks but she had put the plant into an override state to carry out tests. The truck shuddered to the left and then stopped. Before the girls could get off the flat bed it started to tip, slick with chocolate they were unable to grip the stainless steel flatbed and they slithered down and into the vat below.

They landed with a splash in a deep sticky substance. Charley licked some from her fingers. "Oh sweet... Fondant filling." They had landed in the glue like substance up to their hips, it was almost impossible to move in the heavy goo, Charley tried to walk towards the side of the vat, she dragged one leg from the cloying sweet substance and tried to step forward, with a shriek she fell forwards landing on the surface. She slowly sunk into the white fondant until there were just a line of bubbles forming on the surface.

"Charley!" Sarah dived forwards into the fondant hitting the surface and grabbing the mass of Charley's body. She struggled to drag her to the surface, finally breaking her free, gasping and spluttering. "Oh wow! I thought you were a gonner there."

Charley smiled beneath the fondant. "Wow, that was amazing!"

"What?" Sarah gasped. "You are enjoying this, you could have drowned."

"Oh come on... This is so..." She paused. "Hell, you try it." She grabbed Sarah and pushed her down into the fondant. Sarah cried out swallowing a mouthful of the warm sweet goo before pushing down and breaking free from the sticky mass. She shuddered, the warm touch of the sweet confectionery was everywhere, she felt a deep desire and a greater warmth between her legs. She jumped forward and embraced Charley, they both fell back sinking and rolling in the toffee like sweet quicksand before they surfaced.

"Oh what is happening to me?" Sarah shook her head.

"Well if it is the same as me you are getting incredibly horny in this vat." Charley smiled, impossible to see beneath the thick coating of fondant.

"But we can't just stay here... How do we get out?"

It seemed that fate was ready to deliver the answer to Sarah's question as there was a sudden thump and they felt a pulling dragging them towards the center of the vat. Sarah screamed, clutching hold of Charley but was unable to resist the force as the pumps emptied the vat. The girls were dragged downwards sinking deeper into the ooze before being dragged into a whirlpool and into darkness.




The Sweet Factory



Sarah could not scream, her mouth and nose was filled with heavy fondant, so this was how she was to die, and her greatest regret was that she had only just discovered her friendship for Charley.

Her lungs burned and she readied herself for the end when suddenly she was dropped and landed with a bump. She opened her eyes, eventually the fondant cleared from her eyes and she saw she was lying on her back up to her chest in fondant.

"Charley!" Sarah found she could not move as the fondant was cooling, she was desperate to find her friend. "Charley..." Her cries became more desperate until there was a muffled shout beside her She looked across and saw a bulge in the surface of the fondant. "Charley?"

"Hi there..." She spat out a mouthful of sweet mess. "Are you okay?"

Sarah pushed her hand through the rapidly setting fondant and grabbed Charley's. "I am now!" The two women were stuck on a slowly moving conveyor belt, its purpose to allow the fondant to set solid before it was coated with chocolate. Sarah could not see anything apart from the machines above her, there was rushing noise ahead and suddenly her world went dark as she was coated with a thick layer of milk chocolate, She swallowed the sweet liquid, as the belt rolled on.

Sarah had a sudden realization, this belt led to the packaging line which meant. She screamed out in terror. "Charley... This is going to be cut into bars!" She tried to move but was trapped. "Oh shit!" She could hear the whirring of the cutting machines, any second they would be sliced apart. "Charley I am sorry!" She gripped her hand tighter.

Deep in the processor mind of the factory computer calculations were being reviewed, sensors had determined that there was a flaw in the fondant line, the product was too thick in at least two places. At a lightning fast pace the computer switched the faulty batch from the main line. Sarah and Charley felt the movement as they were shunted to the side inches from the spinning cutting blades and slid down a chute into the waste skip. They landed on the other waste product shattering their fondant trap.

Sarah cried out, thank goodness she thought, she had designed the quality system but had never imagined that she would have needed them so personally. They had landed in a deep skip filled almost to the top with faulty product, from misshapen chocolates to slicks of mis-colored caramel. Charley shook the fondant from her body and flung herself at Sarah, they landed in a puddle of honey which had been dumped from another line.

"I thought we were for it there." She smiled. "But I do think we have some unfinished business." She ran he hands across Sarah's lithe body smearing thick honey over her chest and legs until she glistened. Sarah reciprocated, smoothing the liquid gold over Charley until they were both shining. Charley lent forward and nipped one of Sarah's nipple, sucking the sweet nectar from her. Sarah gasped, writhing in the glue like substance. Charley smiled, and ran her tongue down her body feeling her tautness as she moved steadily lower until she reached her mound, she sucked deeply caressing her clit, sucking and caressing until Sarah bucked and writhed cumming hard before slumping into the honey. "Oh babe!" Charley smiled, lying beside her new lover. "This has been one hell of an evening!"

Sarah smiled, hugging Charley. "It certainly has been!" She embraced her kissing her, tasting both herself and the sickly sweet honey in her mouth. There was a thump and they both looked up as a chute deposited another load. The two girls were hit with a sudden rush of multicolored hundreds and thousands which stuck firmly to the honey. Sarah and Charley stood arms upwards in the flow until it looked as if they were wearing skintight, multicolored cat suits and masks. They laughed.

"Come on... Home for us both I think!" Sarah laughed.

"What about Jake?"

Sarah smiled. "Oh... I think we will find him and get our revenge. But first I want to get you home before anything else happens to us!" They hugged and kissed oblivious to the sudden flow of sugar glaze which started to pour above them.

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The morning crew stared at the statue which had been left in the waste skip, it seemed to be of two somewhat familiar women, naked in an embrace covered in a thick layer of glaze which has set solid. The most curious thing was the wide smiles on both of their faces.

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Sarah stepped into the factory, again her locker had been adorned with stills from the CCTV footage of 'that' night. She pulled them down smiling, at first she had been upset, the humiliation of discovery by the whole staff. But that had soon passed, there was a certain admiration and almost jealousy from some of the staff both male and female and when she had been dragged in front of management it had been to be thanked for attempting to foil a theft.

It had been then that they told her that they would be moving the cameras so that skip three would no longer be covered by CCTV and that a literal blind eye would be turned to anything that happened with waste product as long as the work was done. It has started a series of fun nights first with Charley and Sarah and then with more staff who had wanted to join the night shift.

But that, is another story...



The Sweet Jules



You're never going to believe this. Honestly. I can hardly believe it myself, it's why I absolutely HAVE to tell someone. I'm not normally like this. It's just so unbelievable. But so fucking fantastic. It's kind of like finding out you've won the sexual lottery. I'm rambling, I know, but when something like this happens to you, you'll understand why.

For the sake of our small town politics, for the duration of the story, I'll change my name to Wade, and the lady in mention is Julie. We both live in one of those small country towns that time forgot. Occasionally it startles itself out of bed with a shocking new arrival, and that sets the whole town alight.

My family and I were one such shock. We bought the local store and took over the usual businesses, the papers, the news agency, small foodstuffs. After about five years, however, my family moved back down into the city. I stayed behind, because I had landed a fantastic manager's job at one of the local resorts.

I was keeping a low profile, staying out of trouble because I didn't want to stuff up my new job, when I met a young girl from one of the neighbouring forgotten towns. We hit it off, but things didn't work out. I became convinced that it was because I was overweight, and that if I slimmed down, that she'd come back to me.

I started walking, and then jogging, and then running. I bought one of those weird, masochistic personal workout weight lifting and ab equipment monstrosities and started to work at it. I'd tried to lost weight before, but only because I thought I ought to, and always failed. Now I had a reason.

As it's only a small town, in order to go for an hour's run you basically need to cover the whole area. I run the back roads mostly, because I like to be on my own. I bought a simple and VERY loud MP3 player and I was completely content, for the most part.

One night, after about six months, I was taking it easy because I'd had a massive day and had already been for a quick run that morning. I was swapping through songs on my MP3, unable to come to a decision on what I wanted to listen to when a voice sang out from the dark buildings to my right.

"Ignoring me again, Wade?" I turned and pulled the earpiece out and cleared my throat, trying to peer into the darkness of the porches. There was a light chuckle and a bright light came on. A slim, blonde figure moved out into the light. "It's Julie. Julie Haughton." 

"Oh, hey Jules. Sorry, I've got these things in my ears blaring away, I couldn't hear a thing." I moved over to the light and hear Van Morrison playing faintly in the background. I could smell delicious lamb and rosemary on the air, and my stomach growled. Jules laughed.

"How's the exercise coming?" I grimaced and shook my head. 

"Not well. I think I got into it for the wrong reason, but now that the reason is gone it's like I feel stupid trying to get fit, you know? How's life in the Lolly Shop?" She shrugged, and my eyes drifted down to her chest for a second. She had on a warm woollen jumper in the cold winter air, but I could see the swell of her breasts showing clearly in the porch light. 

I'd always thought she kept herself in amazing shape. Her hair had streaks of gray through it, but she'd still have trouble shaking most men out of her sheets. She had hit fifty and not lost a stride, but she had a body most eighteen year olds envied, and more than once she'd been perved on by the school boys on the bus.

You had to face it, any woman who could make a red and blue apron and a hair net look sexy was doing well, and to do that at fifty plus was pretty awesome. I cleared my throat again and tried to remember what she'd said. She was turned away and untying her oil-splattered apron. 

"Funny how you always seem to be wearing aprons when I see you. Even in the store, I remember you always used to wear them." Jules tilted her head and the neck straps of the apron slid up the back of her head, loosing her blonde-gray hair out. She ran her hand up the back of her neck and massaged it for a moment.

"You have to make the candy if it's going to taste the best." She gestured behind her. "Look, this might be a bit forward of me, but you've always been extremely polite, so I think I can trust you. I got ditched by a date I was cooking for tonight, and there's a heap of roast cooked in there."

"I was just taking in some air before packing it up. Do you want to come in for a bite? I've opened a bottle of wine, we can talk and catch up, if you like?" I felt my breath catch in my throat as my cock began to jump up and down for joy in my sweats. I turned back around and held out my arms, showing her my hooded sweat top and pants. 

"I'm not exactly dressed for company. Besides, I've been out running, so..." Jules gave a small smile and shrugged again.

"I may not have had a whiff of a man in three years, Wade, but I do remember what it's like. It's okay, I can manage. Come on in, kid." She was definitely fuckable, and my pulse started to go a bit faster. I slowly moved up the stairs and snagged a flower from the bush beside the rail. I handed it to her with a flourish. 

"Milady's flower's for her date. Flaky charm is my best and only asset, unfortunately. Can't say I'll be much of a dinner companion." Jules gave a light laugh and sniffed the half-wilted petals. 

"Well, they do say it's the thought that counts. I'm surprised I've got any left after the last few weeks. Winter's arrived with a crunch. I think we skipped autumn." I couldn't help but agree as she preceded me inside. My eyes were glued to her sculpted ass, and I got the sudden image of my cock with two plastic devil horns and a pitchfork whispering into my ear to bend her over and fuck her brains out.

I started to laugh, and Jules turned around and smiled at me. "What?" I controlled myself and shook my head. 

"Um, just that I... I feel sort of bad. I don't want your reputation to suffer, inviting wayward youths into your... back door." Jules shrugged and laughed, then turned back to the kitchen. 

"That's only if you were fucking me, Wade." She threw it back over her shoulder with a laugh, but I stopped dead in the middle of the kitchen floor and felt my skin heating up. She pulled the roast out of the oven and I looked down. My cock was pushing against the front of my sweats, and I could see a tiny dark gray patch where my precum was oozing through my briefs and onto the light material.

"Um... yeah, well, uh... shoes on or off?" Julie looked up and gave me a slight grin, then I thought her eyes dropped down past my waist for a moment, then slid away. Her lips parted as she licked them quickly. 

"I'm having my spare room sanded, so the whole house is covered in dust. On would probably be better." I couldn't see anything on the floor, or the kitchen for that matter, but I nodded and moved slowly to the kitchen bench, then quickly slid into the stool. 

"Smell's amazing. Anything I can do?" Jules gave me that naughty little half-smile again and shrugged. 

"Maybe later." I began to grin foolishly at her, and she picked up the knife and began to slice into the lamb with the ease of long practice. "With the dishes, I mean." My smile faded and I silently berated myself for acting like a horny idiot. Okay, I berated myself for BEING a horny idiot. 

I couldn't help it. I was a bit slow on the uptake, but I could almost feel and hear the innuendoes, and I was certainly not being shy about what I wanted to do to her. I took the offered plate with a murmuring of thanks and poured her a glass of wine. 

I poured some ice water for myself and clinked glasses with her, scarcely believing what was happening, and not really knowing what was. We ate in comfortable silence until we neared the end of the meal, when Jules slowed down and began to talk again.

"So what was behind the sudden health kick? I mean, not that it hasn't done wonders for you, but why now?" I savoured the flavours of the roast and then washed it down with a sip of ice water. 

"There was this girl. I fell for her big time, but she only went out with me because she felt sorry for me. It was hardly going out. There was nothing there beyond a close, intimate friendship, really. But yeah. I decided to win her back by getting fit and looking wonderful. That was six months ago, and yeah. Here I am."

Jules nodded as she sat back and held her glass loosely in one hand. "Yeah, the opposite sex and lack of fun can make you do strange things. The last time I cooked a roast was about three months ago, for my brother's birthday. I haven't touched one since. I live alone, so there's hardly a use." I couldn't help but agree. 

"I usually go for the red or white meat for tea and a heap of fruit. Fruit's my friend these days, it may not go well with the meat, but it's easy, nutritious, and leaves virtually no scraps. I guess I've turned into a hermit, or close enough." Jules stayed seated as I began to clear the table, and crossed one silk-skinned leg over the other, her wineglass getting low again. I topped it up with the last of the bottle and realised she might be quite a bit far-gone.

"So, you did all this for some ungrateful male? What an idiot. Dinner with an entrancing woman and a lamb roast? How unbelievably idiotic for him to pass up." Jules laughed richly as I began to fill the sink and waved her fingers at her face, fanning her flushed cheeks. 

"If I was that entrancing it wouldn't have been three years since I'd last... well." I paused as I flicked off the tab on my watch and sat it on the windowsill. I switched the taps off and began to scrub the plates and pots. 

"Three years without a date isn't that bad, especially considering the choices you have on offer in our charming little hamlet." Jules drained off the last of her wine and came to the bench. She slid in to the stool and flicked her hair back over her shoulder. She handed me her wineglass, and my soapy fingers touched hers for a moment.

"You didn't do too badly. You've really turned yourself around. And flaky charm isn't your only asset. You listen." I lifted my shoulders and smiled at her. My hands were back in the scalding water, but I barely noticed the heat. My erection finally began to fade as my mind went elsewhere for the first time that night.

"Yeah, but women my age don't really care about that. I'm twenty-six this year, and that last time I had a meaningful conversation with someone my own age was my stepsister. It's only about looks and all that crap. I hate the hypocrisy of people, so I kinda just stay away for the most part." Jules lifted her jumper over her head, revealing a simple white singlet underneath that clung to her breasts and showed off her slim waist. 

"When you get to my age kid, you move past all that crap. You don't care what someone looks like because the reflection in the mirror isn't so great anymore either. You just want someone..." I snorted. 

"Real?" She nodded and her eyes lifted to the liquor shelf above her pantry. "And no offence, but the reflection isn't exactly horrible, you know that right? You're the official town MILF to all the school-boys." Jules laughed and leant forwards, and my eyes darted down for an instant to her cleavage. My eyes darted back up, and met the sparkle of laughter in hers.

"Can I tell you something horrible?" I stared back to the sink as I drained the dirty, oily water and began to rinse the stainless steel. 

"Sure," I said, filling it again for the glassware and cutlery. "Whatever you want." Jules looked down at her hands and ran her fingers together, pushing them through one another and smiling sinfully. 

"I get really hot over that. I mean, really. I know they're just boys, just barely teenagers, some of them. But to think that seeing me in the store making candies, they go home and pull their little cocks for me. I mean, it's just such a turn on. What sort of compliment can you get from a group of young boys other than you're still sexy?"

I pulled the plug and began to dry my hands. She smiled unsteadily at me as I leant back against the sink. I realised that my cock was getting hard again and walked back around the bench, leaning against the end. I pressed the head of my cock against the wood and clenched my jaw as I went to moan. She was watching me, and somehow I knew that she knew exactly what I was doing.

"Is that so bad, to just think that?" I shook my head. 

"I guess not. I mean, I've always gotten hot over girls with glasses and curly hair, you know? No matter how old. Well, at least late teens. The kids these days are dressing so... risky. I mean, some of the outfits you'd expect to see a price tag on their ass or something, you know?" Jules was staring at me with her mouth slightly open. 

The image flashed in my mind of forcing my cock past those thick red lips and having her stare at me with those naughty eyes. I blinked as she leant down onto the bench, propping her head up on her hand as she smiled with half-lidded eyes. "When was the last time you got some, Wade?" 

I stared at her as I felt a droplet of precum hit the inside of my knee. Images again flashed through my mind of her begging for me to fuck her hard, to pull her hair, to make her cum. I blinked and slammed back into reality as she slid the stool back.

"I think that um..." She put a hand to her stomach as her other trailed a fingertip down the side of her singlet to skim the edge of her breast. "I think that maybe I'm drunk. Sorry. It's been a long day. Making sweets isn't easy sometimes, especially not with Easter coming up soon." I nodded and wiped a hand across my forehead as I felt myself beading sweat.

My hands were shaking as she led me towards her front door, and my cock was so hard it hurt. As we moved down the hallway, I reached down and squeezed my cock for a moment, and the pain eased my erection off somewhat.

Jules had her hands on the door and opened it, then closed it slowly. I took a deep breath and stepped up behind her. I put my hands high on her waist, above her hips and below her breasts, but close to both. I could have been just moving past her in a tight space. Or I could have been wishing I was shoving my cock into her tight space.

"I'm sorry. I don't mind talking to you drunk. Do you... do you really want me to go?" My hands slid down to cup her ass cheeks when she didn't answer, and I pressed myself up against her back. My cock strained painfully, weeping precum as I dragged its cotton-covered head over the crack of Jules' tight jeans. 

She didn't turn and slap me, or phone the police. I heard a click as the latch clicked back as she shut the door fully. Her head turned slightly, her face obscured by her thick hair. "You're gone in the morning?" I pressed against her again as I moved her hair aside and nodded against her cheek.

"Before you wake up, if you want it." She stayed still, then reached behind her, grabbing hold of my hard cock. I moaned in her ear and hissed a breath in between my teeth as she let go. Her fingernails moved over the top of my pants and eased them over my cock. The thick meat sprung up, and hit her forearm.

Jules was still silent as she began to move her hand back and forth over the skin of my cock. Her thumb dragged across the glands on my head and I moaned again, thrusting slowly into her grip. Her brown eyes rose to mine, and her naughty smile flickered on her face for a moment. I leant forwards to kiss her, pushing her against the door. Her nipples hardened against my chest as her free hand came up to cup the back of my neck. 

She continued to slowly jerk my cock, rubbing it lovingly almost in time to our gasped breaths. I moved down and began to suck at her neck, grazing lightly over the skin with my teeth. There was a strange sweetness to her, a richness from hours over sugars and candies. Her hands moved to my buttoned sweatshirt and ripped. 

The metal tabs pulled apart down my body, and her hands spread over my chest, her fingertips finding my nipples. Her leg moved between mine, and my cock strained pleasantly, almost putting out the fiery urgency as the elastic stretched the skin against my balls.

She was panting against my ear as her hands spread over me, and she was pulling me against her rough and hard. I took a chance and pushed her hard up against the door roughly. There was pure lust in her eyes as I forced my body against her, my hands rough over her breasts and my hips grinding roughly into hers. 

She was moaning and had a high pitched whine as she began to shake in my arms. I yanked back on her hair, and raked my teeth over her jaw and down her throat. With a sharp jerk I ripped down her singlet and bent my head down further, capturing a heavy breast in my mouth. She was moaning as she pushed her chest up towards me, and I flicked the top of her nipple with my tongue.

Jules was running her hands over me, and whispering dirty words to herself. I reached down and grabbed my cock, then began to push down on her shoulders. I was holding my cock towards her, and Jules looked up at me. "Foreplay later. Fuck me now."

My eyes showed my surprise as she ripped open the button on her jeans, and shoved her pants down to her ankles. Jules' hand was still gripping the back of my neck as she pulled me against her. Her free hand moved my sweats down my hips and then reached around to cup my ass and push my hips against her.

I leant against her body, pressing us up against the door. My hand moved between her legs, and Jules bit her wet lips as I fumbled between her thighs for an instant. Her hand left my neck and reached down between us, but my fingers spread her and I was inside. Jules gasped and her eyes closed.

She was so incredibly wet, it was unbelievable. I began to move my cock back and forth, giving my hips little jerks when I was deep inside of her. Jules' hand moved up to push against the door. Her legs moved around me and squeezed me inside her thighs as I kept going. 

We weren't making love, we were fucking, pure and simple. We didn't speak, and Jules stopped her whispering as the hallways filled with the sounds of my cock wetly sucking air into her. Her hand moved off the wall and began to squeeze at her nipple. Her hands and fingers moved over her chest as my cock moved inside of her.

I could feel her juices running down her thighs, the cool air making my hips twitch as she wet me, too. Her hands moved to hold my shoulders and neck as I began to speed up. Jules's eyes widened as her mouth opened. I kissed her, but she didn't respond as she began to moan lowly. The moan escalated as she shut her eyes. 

Her face screwed up, and I could feel her clenching around me. My cock moved like lightning in and out of her, and I could feel our pubic hair rubbing together coarsely. Jules began to gasp and whine as her fingernails dug into my neck, and she arched against me. 

I felt like someone was pissing against my balls, and Jules was shuddering as she came. I couldn't take the sensation and I began to yell as my balls erupted, blowing my cum far inside of her. She was squirting and clenching down onto me and squealing in my ear as she climaxed, and I believed well and truly that it had been years since she'd come from a man's cock.

Her body was tense for several heartbeats, until she went limp in my arms. I slowed down and tried to keep my stance, but my knees gave way, and I sank to the ground, Jules on top of me. She moaned and clenched down on me again as we hit the floor with a thump. 

There was no sound in the hall except for our laboured breathing. Jules moaned and sat up, my softening cock easing up into her again. She looked down at me, a wicked smile on her face. There was a thin film of sweat on her face, and her eyes were very bright. 

I know that it wasn't love, and was barely lust, just desperate need for release and intimacy, but I couldn't help myself. I surged up, my hands cupping her cheeks and chin as I kissed her. Jules hesitated for a moment, then kissed me back. As our tongues moved against one another tenderly, her arms enfolded my shoulders.




The Sweet Jules



After a moment, we stopped, and she looked at me with a strange expression. She stood up and pulled me with her, then began to ditch the rest of her clothes. I followed suit, and she grabbed my hand. We moved into a strangely barren room. The floors were tiled, but the smell of fresh sanded wood filled my nostrils.

The walls were bare, and several workbenches were sitting around the room. There was a pale white light from the ceiling when she shut the door, and I looked up. There was a huge glass skylight, clear as day, and obviously new. I looked back to the strange plastic octagon on the floor. It had a weird shine to it, and I realised that it still had a thin plastic film on it.

There was a small control panel on the side of the octagon, and Jules lowered to her knees and pressed several buttons. I heard a pump and an electronic hum start up, and Jules turned back to me. "I'll be back in a minute," she whispered. There was a strange tint to her eyes, and she ducked back out the door.

I looked around the room and then up at the skylight. There was a thin sliver of white to the side, and I realised that it was the moon. I looked down to check the time, but my watch was still on the windowsill in the kitchen. I couldn't see much in the pale starlight, but I could make out two small red lights and a single orange light on the side of the octagon. 

I could feel the cold tiles beneath my bare feet, and the fine dust of sanded timber. There was a strange looking fan cut into the sidewall, and I walked over to it. It lead straight out into the night air, and as the air touched my bare skin, I shivered. 

My cock shrank against my thigh, and I closed my legs tightly and crossed my arms. The door opened and closed behind me again and I turned as Jules came in with her arms full. I went to help as she spread a small tarp down and set down two candles and a small stereo. She also had a beach towel with her. 

The console on the octagon gave a small beep, and Jules came in close to me. Her fingertips grazed my hips and began to move in slowly. My cock gave a twitch, and my thighs began to tingle as I thickened up under her touch. She reached down and hit a button on the console, and the octagon began to move back. 

I could hear bubbles and shook my head as I realised belatedly that the octagon was a spa. Jules plugged the small stereo in and turned the CD on. I didn't know the band, but they played soft rock while Jules lightly ran her fingertips over my balls and cock. 

I was getting hard again and we slipped into the hot water. Jules crooked a finger at me as she sat on the other side of the tub, and I moved towards her through the bubbles. She bit her lip and her foot rose up, sliding onto my chest and stopping me.  

I looked down at it and stared at the painted fingernails in the faint warm candlelight. My gaze shifted upwards, following the wet brown curves of silky leg until it disappeared below the bubbling water. My gaze lingered about where her pussy would be, then travelled upwards. 

My eyes stopped on the bubbles barely obscuring the perfect breasts of this unbelievable woman, and my cock rose out of the hot water. Splashed water hit my chest, and my eyes lifted again, travelling a line up her neck and jaw to her lips. She was biting her lip again, and my cock gave a twitch. 

Her shoulders were pressed against the edge of the spa and her arms were resting on the rim comfortably. I again went to move to her as she beckoned me with a crooked finger. I gave a low growl as her foot pressed hard against me, then began to move down. 

I pushed against her, feeling her foot sliding down my chest, abbs and waist until finally it dipped below the water and pressed against my cock and balls. Her toes wiggled against the flesh of my sac, and a low groan slipped from me. 

Her eyes held me, pure lust and desire in them, the aphrodisiac of control flowing through her as I whined at her. Her toes moved past me and cupped my balls on the top arch of her foot, her toes sliding up the curve of my ass. She pulled me towards her and her knee pressed against her chest as I came close. 

I kissed her lightly, her knee keeping me from kissing her more fully, as I wanted to. Jules moved her foot against my balls, her ankle rubbing the skin on my cock as she moved her foot side to side. I closed my eyes and groaned.

I heard plastic rustle and opened my eyes as I braced myself against the side of tub. Jules had something in her hand, and her eyes looked up at me. "Give me your cock. I want to suck it." She said it so deliberately, knowing that the dirty words would make me hot and harder than before. It worked, and I rose up as her foot sunk down into the hot water again. 

My cock lifted out of the water and Jules opened her mouth, trailing her tongue down my shaft. The hot water had made me slightly numb, and I was looking forwards to a long and pleasurable blowjob, but Jules knew too well what she was doing. My cock was leaking precum before a minute was out, and I shook my head ruefully. 

Jules hands were running over my ass and balls, and I closed my eyes as I moved my hips back and forward. There was fresh lipstick on her full mouth, and it felt like hot silk against my skin. I could feel the tingling at the base of my spine, and my chest was pounding as my hips began to speed up. 

Jules was watching as I neared my climax, and suddenly I felt her fingers inside my ass. I gave a yelp as I came, falling over her and holding myself up on the tiles. My hips were jerking, and Jules fingers pulled out of my ass as I gasped. I caught my breath as I moved back into the water and sank down beside her.

Jules leant down and rinsed her mouth out with the water from the spa, and then eased herself on top of me. I shook my head against her and kissed her. I didn't know how I felt about... I suddenly felt warm and feverish, and my cock spine felt like it was either being blasted with steam or liquid nitrogen. I looked at Jules, who was smiling knowingly.

"What was that?" She shrugged and ran her fingers down my chest and under the water. I could feel my heart speeding up and my cock was suddenly rock hard. Jules slid her hand down and cupped my cock, then eased a leg over and sat on my waist, my cock against her ass as she rubbed her pussy with her fingertips.

"I knew that you'd never let me do anything like that if you weren't being... distracted. It's a rectal enhancer. I want to get fucked all night, Wade, and macho boasting bullshit aside, I want more tonight than most guys could handle. So you're getting a bit of pharmaceutical assistance." She eased up onto her hips and suddenly the spa felt cold compared to the heat around my cock. The pressure was intense, and I moaned.

Jules gave a low laugh. "And there's a little something extra up there, too, to make you enjoy this all the more." I could feel every bubble and intensity. The sensations were exploding around me, and then Jules was rubbing her fingernails over my nipples, nearly killing me.

My heartbeat was exploding, and my cock was hard and hot. The whole world was my cock moving inside of the hot silk wrapped around my shaft. Jules was leaning back and bouncing up and down, her hips rocking over mine as I moved back and forth inside of her. I couldn't take much more of it, but somehow I knew that I had to.

I had just cum twice in quick succession, and knew I wouldn't be able too soon. But what I knew and what my body was doing were two different things. Jules was laughing wickedly as I leant forwards to bite her nipples. My teeth squeezed the rock hard little buds, and I felt her shivering. 

She was shaking in my arms as she rocked back and forth on my cock, and I could feel the skin moving against hot, wet tightness. Jules threw her arms out wide as my arms encircled around her. I felt like I was cumming, but just the numbing sensation of pressure, no explosion of cum. 

My heart was beating a billion times a second, but it was like it was happening to someone else. Jules collapsed against me, but my hips kept moving. Her wet hair was against my face, but my hips were moving and that was all that mattered. 

Her eyes were closed, savouring the feelings rushing through her, and I stared at her as I fucked my cock into her for what seemed like hours. Jules was moaning in a prolonged state of bliss, and I could feel the orgasm lasting for several seconds as she clenched against me. 

She didn't raise her head as her fingers tightened around my throat. My cock twisted inside of her as I arched my hips, and she moaned. Jules' fingers and arms went limp around my neck, and I kissed at her mouth, but it didn't move. After a moment, my cock began to throb painfully again, and I frowned.

My spine still felt tingly, fire and ice at the same time, and Jules panted in my ear. I looked up at the bright white moon shining down through the skylight. It must have been somewhere around midnight, but it could have been ten am for all I knew. 

My whole consciousness was Jules, my cock and the silk of her pussy around me. Jules leant back, putting pressure on my cock again and my hips gave a lurch. Jules sighed, a smile on her face as she shakily stood up. My hands slid up her wet legs and settled on her ass cheeks. She looked down at me and gave a low laugh as my cock stuck out of the water like some kind of perverted shark's fin.

The CD was long over, and one of the candles had been knocked over with a splash of water. It still smoked slightly, and wax droplets were all over the tarp. My arms snaked around her legs and I knelt up, and my face was level with her pussy. I could smell her, and she looked to the tarp, and the towel. 

I didn't release her as she moved to the side of the tub and grabbed the towel. She sat down and began to dry herself, but I couldn't handle the scent so close. My arms bulged as I spread her thighs, and Jules looked at me as I began to suck and eat at her wet lips. I could feel their heat on my tongue, and her taste was heaven. 

There was nothing but the taste of her musk in my mouth. I could taste the hint of my own salty cum, but couldn't, wouldn't stop my tongue exploring every inch of her. The tip of my tongue moved against the top of her, finding and rubbing hard against her clit. Jules gave a low moan as I gently sucked at it, then wriggled the tip of my tongue against her.

She gave a shriek as she leant back, squeezing her nipples roughly while I ate her. She tensed up, and the scent and taste of her musky cum filled my mouth and nose. I craved her cumming like an addict, and shook with the need to make her cum more and more.

My tongue moved against her, and I sucked her lips and clit while she came several more times. Each time, I savoured the flavour of her juice, a man dying of thirst finding the freshwater oasis. Her fingertips were feather-light on my shoulders, and she collapsed. There was a smile on her face that I couldn't match, and I felt pride swell in my chest. 

A clock began to chime somewhere, and let out two echoing tones. Jules weakly lifted a hand to the console and flicked a lever. The spa lit up as the bubbles faded, and my hard cock was bright red in the blue-white lights. I looked up, but the moon was gone. 

I don't know how long I had kept her on my tongue, tasting her waves of pleasure, but it must have been more than an hour. Jules was almost asleep, half in and half out of the spa, her legs in the cooling water. I stood up and picked her up, whatever she'd given me feeding me strength. 

Jules chest was moving slowly as I brought her to her bed. She opened her eyes as I switched on the lamp, and stared at me. Her eyes moved over my body, finally coming to rest on my cock, still rock hard. Her eyes flicked up to mine, and I saw wicked pleasure there. 

I began to jerk my cock as I stared at her, and she began to writhe on the bed like I was inside of her. She closed her eyes and her fingers began to make circular motions over her clit. "I feel... so fucking good... I think I've... don't know how many times I've cum. I feel so wickedly sinful, Wade. You want me still, don't you?" I nodded as I sank to my knees on the bed.

"Want you like so fucking bad. I'm so hot and hard, and you've made me this way. You're so fucking hot, just want to make you scream so loud with your cum, I..." She opened her eyes and got off the bed, moving the sliding door open to the balcony. The cold winter air touched me, but I couldn't feel it.

On some level, I knew it was cold, but I didn't notice it. Jules reached up and grabbed a lighter and a joint from a hanging pot-plant, and sparked it up. The coppery smell came strong, and she leant over the railing, showing me her ass. 

I moved behind her and began to rub my cock along the cheeks, then leant down and gave her a light slap. Jules squealed naughtily, like some little girl caught looking at bad pictures, and wriggled her ass against my cock. She looked at me over her shoulder as I bent my knees. Her legs spread, and I pushed against the dark rose I could see in the moonlight.

Jules sucked back on the last of the dope and blew the smoke out, then braced herself against the small balcony and pushed back against me. My hard cock pressed against her hole and then with a quick jerk of my cock, I was inside her ass. 

Jules moaned loudly and pressed her forehead against the railing as I began to move back and forwards inside of her. If the heat of the spa was intense, then the feelings roaring through me at the factors of the cold air, the openness of the balcony, other houses just within screaming distance and the searing hot tightness of Jules ass was extraordinary. 

Jules was moaning loudly each time my cock slid deep into her bowel. Her back arched, and her still damp hair was steaming in the cold. She was pushing back against me and moaning as my cock began to piston in and out of her. I don't know how many times my spine exploded in that icy fire, but I know that Jules was screaming when she came. Lights began to come on in the houses around us, and I slowed down.

Jules looked back at me and flashed me a grin as she worked her ass in circles around my cock. I was shaking my head, drunk on lust and high on whatever as I kept fucking her. I reached my hands up and brought them down as I pumped my cock into her, and Jules was screaming at me to keep fucking her.

I kept spanking her bouncing ass with one hand, then reached forwards and pulled her hair with my other. Jules screamed in ecstasy and I felt her cum streaming down my legs. I gave a deep bellow as I blasted her with a massive load of cum that shouldn't have been there. My spine was on fire and my hips were jerking back and forth as I sprayed cum everywhere. 

I was still cumming as I collapsed down onto the doorway, and banged my elbow onto the sliding door. Jules sagged down onto the wooden rail and then collapsed on the floor with me. We moved inside slowly, and faintly heard the neighbour's loud complaints. Jules began to laugh as she shook her head and smiled as she caught her breath, and bit her lip again.

"I don't think I've ever going to walk straight again." I gave a low laugh, then a sigh of relief as my cock softened. I stared down at it, begging it not stay that way. My heart began to slow down finally, and I weakly smiled at her. Jules looked across the room at the clock, and then out the window. Off to the east, the sky was beginning to lighten. I was about ready to collapse, and wasn't looking forwards to the walk home, especially like this.

I got up slowly and helped her into bed. Jules stared at me as I opened the door, then turned away. I went back around the corner and collected our clothes. I put hers back into the bedroom, and quietly dressed as Jules dozed. I leant down and kissed her lightly on the forehead, and her eyes opened. She didn't say anything, and I didn't really expect her to, I guess. I moved out of the room and she didn't stop me.

The next day, I got to work with red, bleary eyes and absolutely no intention of telling anyone about the unbelievable night I'd had. I know that it was my sacred duty as a guy to tell absolutely everyone with tackle matching my own about what had happened, but another part of me, the quiet part, knew that if I said anything that I'd never believe it, like it was some kind of dream.

Ross was already spinning one of his famous weekend drinking stories, and I quietly made my way to the espresso machine and made myself a strong coffee. Damien gave me a wave as I sat down and looked at the clock. "Ten minutes, D, what've I missed?" Damien was my second, and the only guy there younger than me, at twenty. 

"Nah, Boss, it was Rosco here that missed out. Seems he had a hot date and stuffed it up." I smiled at Ross as he shrugged.

"Not to be helped, boss. Someone beat me to it. I was all lined up with that Sweets Galore chick, right, the nice piece that wants it so bad she's always out flirting with those school kids on the bus, yeah?" I desperately hoped that no one would notice my sudden pallor, and cleared my throat.

"Oh, yeah?" Ross nodded as Irene the receptionist came in. 

"Yeah, well anyway, some of the tourists were playing pool, and you know how I like a challenge, so I played, too. I was three hundred up when the time came to go and give that candy chick her what for, but they put down double or nothing. It only took an hour and a half, but by the time I was done, I'd had a bit to drink."

Irene gave Damien a soft caress on the back of his neck and smiled knowingly at him as he put his arm around her waist and hugged her to him. "Save it, you two, I'm busy with my story, here." Irene raised an eyebrow at Ross as he grinned cheekily and spread his hands wide. 

"So yeah, as I was saying, I was running a bit late, but by the time I got there, someone'd already gotten to her! I was only two hours late or so, but by the time I got to her front porch, I could see her plain as day copping it hardcore against the glass!" I coughed into my coffee and wiped my chin as the others laughed. 

"Get a good look in, did ya?" Ross shook his head. 

"Damien, my lad, she's got frosted glass on the front of her door, so all I could see was the shapes, and hear. That was enough. Whoever he was, he was giving it to her exactly as she wanted it, and well, too." I got up as I felt my skin flushing red, and Irene followed me over to the sink as I washed out my cup.

"Alright, guys, that's it, fun time's over. We've got to get back to work eventually." I cleared my throat again and stared down at the sink as the guys headed off in their separate directions. Irene handed me an envelope. 

"Julie Haughton dropped this off for you this morning, she said you dropped it while you were out jogging." Damien came over just as she handed me the package, and I pulled my watch out. He put his arms around her waist and gave her a light squeeze as I slipped the watch back on.

Damien stared at the watch, then at Ross's back as he left for the morning's groundskeeping rounds, then back at me as I feverishly cleaned the cup in the sink. A slow smile came to his face and he began to laugh.

"NO FUCKING WAY!!"

The End.



The Sweet Pain



Do you like still and calm water of a lake or the unruly swirls of water flow from a monsoon spring? If you think a little deeper, you may like either of these, depending on your mood. Further, your preference would be influenced by your gender and of course age. Now, tell me what a boy of eighteen of calm nature would prefer? I am sure you now get it.

At eighteen, I was a beast of burden, whose sole purpose in life was to first serve those who had given you shelter and food. Then if I had any time left, I could spend it for myself and that included my studies.

The sole recreation in my life was to play my mouth organ and day dream about a happy future that I might be lucky enough to have and when I would not have to please so many people at a time.

I spent my nights with the constant anxiety of interruptions that could come in any form, be it a cat meowing on the roof which was to be hauled away pronto, lest it disturbed the sleep of the elders or handing over a match box for lighting a cigarette by any of the sleepy elders. 

It did not really help me much being an student of excellent academic record with sharp mind and of calm nature. Compulsion forced a boy like me to be in a state of permanent calmness, similar to the behavior of a classic submissive fellow, in such a composed state that was befitting to the character of an spiritually enlightened sage.

My life during that period was like what I have just described. There were lots of things that were to be learnt, understood. Lots of text books were to be studied and the perennial urge to fall in love was to be continuously suppressed.

There were many chores to be done. I did all these without any complaint. It never came in mind that I should have studied more rather than carry out the assigned unpleasant jobs, since I was sent to my maternal uncle's place for the sole purpose of studies only. My father was too poor to support expenses on my studies.

However, the spring certainly arrives after every winter. The flower blooms and its fragrance spreads and the honey bees ultimately find the source of nectar indeed.

"Look, I am still waiting for your answer. May I know the purpose of your visit?" A young woman of my age had opened the door of my friend Tito's residence and uttered these words. I was dumbfounded, I was awestruck! Who this beautiful girl could be? Why I never had seen her?

Suddenly my sixth sense cautioned me to deliver an immediate reply that was expected from me to disprove my mental illness. I came to my sense and tried to spell out a reply through my dry throat, "My name is Arindam and I am a classmate of Tito. I came here to collect my Mathematics notes. Could you please tell him to give me the notes?"

An academic success overhauls a boy's image in a small country town, I had realized sometime back. It sure took some time for me to get accustomed to this new found respect from all and sundry. But I learnt the ropes after surviving a few clumsy situations. 

I had expected a reaction from her when I had uttered my name but I sadly realized that there was no reaction although I was famous! While I had learnt not to react on being adulated, as I had gotten sort of accustomed to it, but I did not learn how adjust in case of a reverse situation. I was dismayed to see no visible reaction from her which I had fervently expected. There I learnt a fresh lesson of life.

And then aunt Sulekha, mother of my friend Tito, came out with my note. I took the note from her hand silently and with a nod of thanks proceeded to leave. I might have taken a few steps, when aunt said from behind, "If you have some time to spare, would you like to have a cup of tea before you leave, please? We were just going to have tea. I know you are now heading for your morning tuition".

Indeed I was going to take up tutoring a boy of seventh standard in the neighborhood and after that I would have proceeded straight to the college. Breakfast at my maternal grandfather's home was a word seldom used.One had to get up in the morning to have a breakfast. I could never solve the puzzle, if my maternal side folks slept on till mid-morning to avoid breakfast or to make up their lost sleep due to late night movies.

Sulekha aunt, my friend's mother was a sharp and decent lady. She knew that I certainly had nothing much to boast of, in terms of the morning breakfast, but she would never mention it. While I retraced enthusiastically with a smile to get seated in their drawing room, aunt hurriedly moved to the kitchen, probably to put the cold kettle in the oven.

While I waited on, I started to look into my notes, got immediately attracted to an unfinished problem which I had not been able to solve earlier, suddenly I got a clue out of the blue, opened my pen and started to solve it then and there. The path of light of sudden realization could be lost if I postponed it, I feared. Here I would like to mention that in any unresolved issue, a rethinking with a clean slate, on that issue at a later instant usually helps.

While I got engrossed in solving the problem, Sulekha aunt appeared with a cup of tea, a couple of toasts and an omelette. By this time I was almost finished with the problem. My face must have showed the euphoria because of solving a seemingly difficult problem, when I looked at Sulekha aunt. 

She, displaying an all knowing indulgent smile in her face said nothing. Now I was too ashamed to say thanks, but I nevertheless looked at her eyes with a silent gesture of gratitude. I was hungry, damn hungry and the meager food was finished in a whisker. With my stomach agreeing with this unexpected feast, I contentedly proceeded to have the hot cup of tea. All throughout, she stood by my side with that happy smile which a loving mother's face shows, while feeding her hungry child!

While savoring the delicious breakfast, it suddenly came in my mind to ask about the young woman I had just seen for which, while taking the last sip of the tea, I looked at the aunt and suddenly all my enthusiasm evaporated.

She was looking at me curiously with a tinge of mystery and intrigue. I somehow felt that she already knew what I wanted to ask. I decided not to ask her at that juncture. Mothers are always like that. A mother knows what the child is going to ask her before the child opens his mouth. I was sure she would tell, if she thought it necessary to tell me about this young lady.

When I got up, she called, "Nanda, come here."

The beautiful nymph appeared tentatively and now my heart started to beat asynchronously. I could not fathom the reason that her appearance could cause such hara-kiri in my body and soul! Aunt introduced her, "Anirban, this is my niece, my sister's daughter. She will now stay with us. She has joined the Arts section in your college in the same class. In the college, I would like you and Tito to take care of her well-being."

While I gave an affirmative nod, Nanda without saying anything, made a gesture of helplessness as if to contradict her aunt's opinion. She probably thought that she was old and mature enough to take care of herself. 

How do I describe her? She was the epitome of all the qualities one wishes to see in a woman. Her face was flawless, eyes sharp and sparkling, her thin curved lips, big black eyes and long dark hair, all these combined to make a classic Indian beauty that can be found one in a million! I stared at her for a minute to enjoy that pleasant view and it took a while for me to orient myself. Stupefied, I just gestured a namaskar to the aunt with two folded hands joining both the palms near my chest and rushed out as I was not in my control and could have said something foolish if I had stayed any longer. 

While leaving I am not sure if I blushed, but I did not miss the brief laugh from a sonorous voice, which was certainly not of aunt. Perhaps the young lady thought of the awkwardness of a shy young man in late teens who could not meet with the eyes of a young lady and stay calm.

For the next few days I was quite busy and could not go to Tito's home. With various daily chores along with my tuition and studies, to be performed, I was really busy. But whenever I had some time to myself, a good feeling would spread my body and Nanda's face would be before my eyes. I really did not know how to communicate my feelings to her, for I was too afraid of rejection. I knew I did not have anything much to offer her compared to the other boys from well to do families. 

During literature classes all the students of Arts, Science and Commerce streams would assemble together. I started to look forward to attend these classes just to have glimpses of her. While she did not directly acknowledge this eagerness of mine, which must be evident to her, she usually made it a point to sit in the corner of the girls' bench, which helped me to see her without obstruction. I would reach the class early to take a corner front bench from where I could see her without any obstruction. Also, Tito being almost my constant companion in college, I got an occasional nod or a smile from her, whenever we happened to see her in the college corridor. 

Without my conscious effort, Nanda became the sole object of my thought process. I knew all her sarees, blouses, purses, her sleepers, cardigans, umbrellas. In the late evenings, when I would get some time to break my busy schedule, I would sit in a lonely place and play my Kohinoor mouth organ. Playing the mouth organ was my hobby and my close friends told me that I played reasonably well. Whenever I played the instrument, I imagined that Nanda was sitting beside me and listening to the tunes I was playing. I felt good.

When our professor discussed about Walt Whitman's "O' Captain! My Captain!" or Shelley's "Ozymandias of Egypt", the entire classroom would listen with rapt attention. My mind would transgress and I would imagine myself on the local river beach with Nanda holding my hand! If any student stood up to ask a question, while all the class would look at the questioner, I would take the opportunity to look at Nanda. Nanda's eyes would invariably end up to meet mine. The reaction in the initial days I saw a frown in her face however after some time it improved to a stoned face, without any recognition of meeting eyes but ultimately my heart beat started skipping on those days when definitely I saw a smile in her lips! 

There was another reason for not visiting Tito's place. Somehow I had a feeling that Sulekha aunt could read my mind about my feelings towards Nanda. I really did not want anyone to know about my secret infatuation to Nanda. I almost stopped my visits to their home. Once in a while Sulekha aunt would invite me for dinner; I would go and return as soon as possible. Gone were the days when I would spend hours at their home playing indoor games or gossiping.

It was a rainy day in our literature class when I saw a plastic folder lying on the floor near the girls' benches at the end of the class. Someone might have brought some important papers in the air tight opaque folder lest these get wet in rain. I was usually the last of the students to move out of the class. Without much curiosity I took the folder and kept inside my carry bag to check the papers for ownership later. As was my wont, I totally forgot about the papers.

The rain was continuing till late evening. I was studying after my daily chores, I heard a knock in the door. No one would open it, everybody was in their bed. I opened the door. I found Tito was standing fully drenched. He told me in a low voice, "I will not enter your house, I am totally soaked. Umbrella is not helping much. It is raining heavily."

I asked him, "What happened?"

"Nanda had taken all her original certificates to college for applying for University migration. As the clerk was on leave today, she could not submit the papers. After her classes she suddenly realized that her certificates were missing. She checked every nook and corner of the classrooms she had visited, girls' common room and all other probable places, but she could not find her certificates. For duplicate certificates now she has to go to the University which is time consuming and lot of hassles are involved. She has been crying since she came back from college. At her insistence that I should take you and search the classrooms again, I have come to you. Will you accompany me to check the rooms once again, I have promised her. She is afraid, the cleaners could put these papers in the dustbin tomorrow morning. My parents are also not aware of this development as they have left today afternoon to attend a family function and would not return today."

"OK, I will accompany you. Let me bring an umbrella and a lock to close the door from out side. I dare not awake any of my elders at this hour to close the door."

When I entered my room to pick up the umbrella, I suddenly saw my carry bag and I then recollected to have picked up a plastic folder in the class room earlier. I rushed to open the bag and indeed all her certificates were there in the folder. I picked up the folder and came out. 

I told Tito," Look, Here is Nanda's folder with all her certificates. While leaving English class I saw a thick folder and without much thought I picked it up to check later and then totally forgot to check it later. I am sorry for my forgetfulness, it was totally unintentional."

Tito suddenly became emotional and told me," How could you think we will think this way. We all know your character. What a great student you are, whereas I am just a mediocre student. Even then you have never showed off and always been helping me with my studies. My mother openly tells me to emulate your character. My father tells everybody about your struggle. Every one knows about your maternal uncles in this town."

I replied with resignation, "I am sorry. It was not my intention to hurt you."

While we started to walk in the rain, he continued, "Even Nanda appears to have a soft corner for you. Whenever we two are alone together, she would indirectly ask about you. She drops your name in our discussions in an oblique manner, but I am no child, I know what she actually wants to hear."

This was a news to me. Outwardly Nanda never showed any interest in me, but my heart was now fluttering upon hearing this piece of information. I kept silent and together we walked to his home. It was almost midnight by then and upon knocking Nanda appeared by the door with a swollen face.

She looked at my eyes and in an angry voice charged me, "What took you so long?"

Tito replied, "We came early in fact, as we did not have to go to the college to search for your certificates."

Sternly Nanda snapped him, "Go to your bathroom, dry yourself, there is a pajama inside. I have something to talk to your bosom friend. Now, don't bother if he is wet. When you are finished, you will find us in my room. You may knock the door when you enter my room."

Perplexed, Tito looked at both of us and then rushed to his room and immediately we got the sound of bathroom door closing.

"Don't worry, uncle and aunt are out of the town to attend a marriage today," she told me and promptly took hold my forearm and pulled me to her room. When we entered her room she caught hold of my vest and pulled me. I was a hairy person and she unknowingly had pulled some of my chest hairs. I must have cried an expression of pain, as she relaxed her grip, released my hairs, but hung on to my vest and shirt.

She hissed, "What took you so long?" 

I was perplexed, "What took so long?"

She was clearly exasperated. "You have forgotten to check out the plastic folder, is not it?"

I plainly replied, "Yes, I got busy and I forgot, but how do you know that I had picked it up?"

"I have observed you to leave the class later than others. I left the folder intentionally so that you would see it, pick it up and bring it to our home when my uncle and aunt would be out. That would give you an opportunity to speak out your mind. Later I went back to the class and when I did not see my folder I assumed that you must have picked up the folder. Now, I see that you indeed picked up but did not bother to come and return me the folder. I thought that you are not that inclined to me."

"How do I make it up for my forgetfulness? I have not been visiting your place for the fear that the aunt would be able to sense my weakness towards you. Now, I got an opportunity, but I messed it up due to my negligence. Will you forgive me, please?"

"What a lousy husband you would be! Here I had left all my valuable documents intentionally so that you could pick up and come to our home for a rendezvous but you never even bothered to look at the contents! But Mr. Einstein, I am not going to give up on you on this account. Once I have decided you would marry me, you are bound to be my husband sooner or later. Here let us put some ground rules. I must warn you that it does not entitle you to take any liberty with me till we are married, whenever that happens. But I am at liberty to do anything with you. Unfortunately I don't confer you any such privilege now. Am I clear, Sir?"

Before I could reply yes, there came the kiss! That fragile young lass now forcefully pulled me towards her and grabbed my lips with her lips. I closed my eyes. It lingered on and initially it pleased my lips but gradually my lips started to burn due to such forceful sucking. I was too egoistic to concede a defeat, so I continued to be enjoyed. I don't know if it was ten seconds or ten minutes, but ultimately the door got knocked indeed.

She now released me, but not before warning me, "Now a days even the professors are also noticing that you are looking at me all the times, leave aside the other girls' juicy comments. From tomorrow please change your seat which is worthy of your status and spare me from any further embarrassment. OK. I know you love me, which is fine with me. Don't ever look at any other girl, because I will then not spare you."

Then she commanded, "OK, Tito, come in now."

Tito pushed unlatched door and entered the room. Now I looked at my tigress and meekly told, "I better leave now."

She calmly replied,"It is getting late, you better leave. Come tomorrow morning before the class. Uncle and aunts are coming late."

When I came out of their house, it was still raining. I did not attempt to open the umbrella, but the rain was not good enough to quench the burn of my lips. I would have to bear sweet pain throughout my whole life I realized.



The Sweet Seduction



Author comments: This story was based on an e-mail from a fan. She has a Muslim roommate she fantasies about and asked me to write a story about it. The story is not meant to offend, but to entertain. That said, comments on what you thought, good or bad, are appreciated.

THE SWEET SEDUCTION 

Hi, I am Melanie. I am a 23 year old college student in her third year of her doctor's degree. I am 5'11, with perfect breasts and long luscious legs. My green eyes are considered my best feature. I have always been a sexual being. By the time Afaf became my roommate in my third year, I regularly had sex with 7-10 people a month. I fucked guys and girls and was both dominant and submissive. I was submissive to a couple black women, but dominated the Asian girls and some older ladies. I was always submissive for cock and because of this had become a great cock-sucker and had done everything you can do sexually with a guy including gangbangs, going to glory holes, and being the all-services stripper at a bachelor party. My new thing this year has been to fuck virgins. Now originally this was just to fuck boy virgins, but when Afaf became my roommate three weeks into the semester everything changed. I saw the ultimate challenge; get the Muslim girl to become my whore. I had done a Canadian, a Mexican, a Philippines, a Russian, and a few Asians, but never a Muslim. The game was on, but I knew this would be a crazy challenge. 

When I found out I was going to have other roommate I was annoyed. My past roommate Kate was a decent pussy eater, but she quit school and I was assigned a new roommate. When Afaf entered, dressed in a blue business suit, 3 inch heels and beige pantyhose I was impressed. I was amazed by the clarity of her blue eyes, but surprised when she looked down as I introduced myself. I quickly learned she lacked confidence. I learned she was majoring in medicine as well and was a transfer student from England. I knew instantly, she would be my next prey, but that I was going to have fun seducing her.

Anyways, the next couple weeks I learned the following about her:

a. She was a virgin and was waiting for marriage.

b. She always wore full pantyhose, skirts, etc.

c. She never spoke first to anyone.

d. She had an IQ of over 180.

e. She was completely subservient. Not yet sexually, but that was to come.

f. She was shocked by my parade of men and women that came and went.

After a couple weeks, I decided to start the sweet seduction. She came home after a massive test, just upset. I asked her what was wrong and she said that she did not do well. For Afaf a 90 is not doing well, so put that in perspective. I walked over to her and gave her a hug. She instantly went stiff to my touch. I held her for a long time, until she relaxed a bit. I told her to take a seat on the couch and then I gave her a foot massage. The look on her face was one of horror. I comforted her for a few minutes and then told her I had a date and had to get ready. She was making herself supper when I came out in a micro miniskirt and a tight sweater. I asked her how I looked. She said she would never be able to wear anything like that in public. I shrugged and told her that if you have the body you should showcase it. She said nothing; because of her insecure nature she had no idea how beautiful she was. As I headed out I said, "You know Afaf, you are a very beautiful girl. You should let people she the real you," and walked out.

I came home with my date, a linebacker from our football team. She was studying at the kitchen table as always. I introduced her to him and then whispered to her, "I hear his cock is like 10 inches, I am going to investigate." I then left and went and got fucked. After he came on my face and hair, I sent him away, but told him to walk by Afaf without his shirt on. Of course, he did. I wiped the cum off my face, but made sure the cum in my hair was still there. I walked out in a robe and said to Afaf, "How disappointing, he was barely nine inches. Why is it so hard to find a nice thick ten inch cock?" 

Afaf blushed and said, "Um you have something in your hair." 

I looked in a nearby mirror, "Oh that fucker, he was suppose to just cum on my face. " I wiped the cum out of my hair all feigning frustration. "Afaf, it is just so tough to train a boy. " I gave her a kiss on the cheek and went to shower.

A couple days later I brought back my 40 plus something History professor Carol and fucked the shit out of her in my room. Afaf came home, like clockwork, at 8 and heard the majority of the fucking. Carol, a submissive white slut, who had been my slave since freshman year, was very animated during sex. She called out things like "Yes mistress, fuck me harder. Make me cum. Oh yes, I am your slave," etc, etc, etc. Anyways, after I was done with her, I told Carol to go get me a glass of wine from the fridge, naked. She looked at me concerned and I said, "Oh and be sure to say hi to Afaf." 

She knew better then to disobey, so reluctantly, she left my room and Afaf was at the kitchen table eating. Of course I followed and was amazed to see the look of complete shock on Afaf's face. Carol said, "Hi Afaf," as if it was the most natural thing in the world and went and got two glasses of wine. Afaf just starred at the naked professor. Carol stopped by the table and looked at the History book on the table. She smiled and said, "Pay extra attention to pages 333-336 as they are the key to Friday's test," and she came back to my room. We drank our wine, I had Carol eat me out one last time and I told her to go shower. I came out, in my robe, and sat down with Afaf. She looked at me searching for answers. I smiled. 

"I suppose you are wondering about all this." 

She looked down and whispered, "No, it is none of my business." 

I smiled and said, "No, no, it is ok. I will explain. Some women, like Professor Wilson are lonely and stressed out from their jobs. They need to release their stress and people do it different ways. Some work out at the gym, others play sports, some have meaningless sex and others, like Professor Wilson, want to be dominated. They are in control all day at work and want to just be free when the work day is done. Professor White is a submissive woman who will do anything I say." 

"Anything?" Afaf questioned. 

"Yes, watch. Slut get out here." Professor Wilson came out wet from her shower. "On your knees." She obeyed. I looked at Afaf "Do you want her to eat your pussy?" 

Afaf looked shocked, "Oh no." 

I laughed, "Your loss. Slave go get dressed, I will see you in class tomorrow." I then went and showered. 

The next day Afaf saw Sadie, an Asian girl in all Afaf's classes, leave my room after taking a strap-on in her ass. Sadie who a few minutes earlier was screaming, "Yes, fuck my ass with your massive cock," walked over to Afaf and asked her how her essay was going. They talked like friends and then Sadie left. I came out in my robe but with my strap-on still attached. 

Afaf looked at me and said, "Sadie too?" 

I shrugged and said, "She is one of the craziest bitches I have ever had. She will go home now and study and ace whatever she is doing next. Her body is cleansed from stress." I took off my strap-on and washed it in the sink. "She a friend of yours," I asked. 

Afaf responded still clearly stunned, "Yes, we just talked yesterday about arranged marriages and how our parents expect so much from us." 

I smiled, "Sadie has never talked about that to me, but she comes over here almost every week to release her stress, every time she has a big test." I shrugged and went and had a shower. 

The next part of my plan was the first risky one. I felt that I already had Afaf under my control, even though she did not know it, but still this was a risk. I assumed that she would stay true to her submissive personality and would not say no to me. I brought over Colin, a black friend of mine, who did indeed have a 10 inch cock. I had been sucking his cock slowly for about five minutes when Afaf walked in. This time, instead of the privacy of the bedroom, I sucked him in the livingroom while the basketball game was on TV. Afaf looked at me shocked and I said, "Sorry Afaf, but Colin is a big basketball fan and did not want to miss the game." I went back to bobbing up and down on his thick rod. Afaf went to the kitchen and made her supper. I could tell she kept trying to not look, but Colin's grunts distracted her. I then quit sucking and said, risking my seduction plan, "Afaf come over here, I want to teach you something." As I figured, Afaf came over. I said, "Sit down." She did. I continued, "Now I know you are going to have to marry some guy down the road and it is very important that you know how to please him. So just sit there and watch." I then put my mouth back onto Colin's stiff meat. I just took the head in, licked around the top, teasing him. I then said, "You see Afaf, you need to adore the penis, to treat it like a shrine." I then took the whole thing in my mouth and did a few slow seductive bobs. I then said, "Now don't worry Afaf, at first sucking that deeply will make you gag. But practice makes perfect. " I then licked his balls and sucked each one into my mouth. "True pleasure," I continued, "Pure pleasure, comes from teasing, the anticipation. Make him crave you; you have all the power when you have his cock in your hands or mouth." I then took it in my mouth and sucked hard and fast. I then pulled out again and said, "Now what you must decide is do you want to shallow his cum, or take it on your face. Men love both. The guys love it best when you shallow all their cum, but they also like to see their juice dripping down a girl's face." I then looked at Colin and said, "Shallow or facial." 

He smirked, "Facial bitch." He then grabbed my head and started pumping his cock in my mouth. All the teasing had him revved to go and after a couple minutes the cum grunt came and he sprayed a massive amount of sperm all over my mouth, cheek and chin. I then took his cock back in my mouth until it shrunk. I then matter-of-factly said to Afaf as I grabbed the gobs of cum on my face and put them into my mouth, "You see we have all the power, do you want to try honey?" Afaf shook her head no, but kept starring at Colin's delicious cock, rising again from my hand. "Your loss sweetie, more for me. Ready for round two big boy? Sorry Afaf but I have to have his cock in me, you can watch if you want." I took off my skirt and straddled him. Afaf watched briefly, but then got up and went to her room. Colin fucked me for a good half hour before shooting a second load on me. We then watched the rest of the game. Afaf never did come back out. I wondered if my plan worked. I would have to wait till tomorrow. 

The next couple days were midterms so I was too busy and other then a quickie with Sadie, I behaved myself. Afaf treated me the same so I figured so far, so good. The final aspect of my seduction would be on Friday after our last day of mid-terms. After her last test I could see the complete exhaustion she was feeling, I knew that today would be the perfect day for the final play. We had a couple glasses of wine and talked about which test was the worst and so forth. I gave her another foot massage, this one spending way more time on each toe, each muscle. After a third glass each, I asked her to give me one. She seemed uncomfortable, but she did it. I finally then said, "Afaf, not releasing your sexual tension is dangerous for you." 

Afaf said nothing. 

"Do you find me attractive?" I asked. 

Afaf whispered in the quietest voice ever "Yes." 

I said, "I think you are beautiful." 

Afaf was embarrassed. 

"It is time for you to realize how beautiful you really are." I leaned in and said "Kiss me." She was nervous, but she kissed me. Awkward at first, tentative, but she was clearly trying. I broke the kiss. "Afaf, you are a submissive woman. You have wanted to submit to me since you saw the parade of men and women come from my bedroom. It is time for you to submit to me completely." Afaf looked into my eyes. "Do you want to submit?" 

She sheepishly said, "No, but I need too." 

I moved back a bit, "You don't want to?" 

She realized I was offended and said, "Sorry Melanie, it's just I come from a home where this is very taboo. Women do not have relations with anyone but their husbands. You have had me so excited, that I have had to masturbate myself to sleep every night for the past month. I feel so dirty." 

I smiled, "Afaf, sex is natural. I will ask you again, are you ready to submit to me?" 

This time Afaf replied, "Yes." 

"Good,"I replied. "Now you understand that submitting to me now, means complete submission. Means allowing your body to become mine." 

"Um, I am not sure I understand," Afaf responded. 

"It means doing everything I ask, always." 

Afaf smiled for the first time, "I already do that?" 

I laughed "I suppose you have. But this is different. If you submit you will pleasure my pussy whenever I ask, you will be asked to participate sexually with girls I bring home and much,much more. " 

"I understand," Afaf responded. 

I then sat on the couch and spread my legs. "Now get on your knees and please me." Surprisingly, or not based on how Afaf is good at everything she does, she actually ate pussy quite well. She licked, probed, teased. After about fifteen minutes, I came hard all over her face. I then pulled her up and kissed her pussy juice covered lips. 

I said, "Afaf that was very good. You will soon be an expert pussy eater. Now, I want you to realize what real pleasure feels like." I pulled off her skirt, pantyhose and panties and then her blouse and bra. I began kissing her everywhere. She was stiff at first, but slowly melted at my pristine touch. I teased her with gentle kisses all around her breasts, but never touched her breasts. I went to my knees and kissed and licked her upper thigh, but never her pussy. I moved back up and kissed her lips, my tongue sliding into her mouth. I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, while nibbling on her lobe, "What do you want me to do?" 

She moaned, but said nothing. 

"I need to know what you want me to do for you." 

She whispered, "Please give me an orgasm." 

I smiled, "Oh honey, sure I can do that, but I need to know how you want me to do it. I can lick your pussy with my tongue, I can fuck you with a viborator, I can hammer you with the same strap-on I fucked Sadie with. What do you want?" 

Afaf looked into my eyes, pleading with me to choose for her, "Um, can you lick my vagina?" 

I smirked, "You mean your cunt?" 

She sighed, "Yes, I mean my, um, c-c." 

"Say it," I demanded. 

"Cunt, please lick my cunt," she finally said embarrassed. 

I pushed her to our carpeted floor and dove between her legs and began licking her virgin cunt. It took less than two minutes for her to have her first orgasm, but I kept going and triggered three more orgasms in only a few minutes. 

When she regained her composure, she whispered, "Thank you." 

I laughed, "Your welcome. But the evening is just starting." I grabbed my phone and texted a message, 'Get here now.' I went back to my room and grabbed my small box of toys. I grabbed a small vibe and put it in Afaf's cunt and turned it on low. I then said, "Are you ready for complete submission." 

She moaned "yes." 

At that moment there was a knock at the door and I said, "Slave, go get the door." 

Afaf got up and went to get dressed. 

"No, no, stay naked." 

She looked at me and said, "I can't."

I stopped her in mid-sentence, "Afaf, you will be doing a lot worse than answering a door naked, now answer the door." 

She reluctantly went to the door and opened it. Sadie walked in, she pulled Afaf close and said, "I have wanted to fuck you since I first met you." She then kissed Afaf hard. The kiss was broken when another person knocked on the door. Afaf opened it without being told and Professor Wilson arrived. 

Sadie got undressed quickly, grabbed Afaf and led her to the couch. Sadie opened her thin legs and said, "Afaf, make me cum." Afaf looked at Sadie unsure. 

She looked at me and I smiled, "Afaf. You will never. Ever say no to any man or woman's demand ever, understand?" 

Afaf looked nervous but reluctantly replied, "Yes." She then went between her Asian friends legs and began pleasing her. 

Professor Wilson got naked and began eating my pussy as I watched my new slave. When I was nice and primed, I grabbed my strap-on, hooked it on and went behind my virgin roommate. The head of the plastic cock teased her entrance. I said, "Slut. Are you ready to lose your virginity to your mistress?"

I rubbed the cock all over her wet pussy. She moaned, "Yes, please."

"Yes please what?" I teased.

"Please take my virginity?"

"You want me to fuck your virgin pussy with my plastic cock?"

"Yes, please fuck me," she begged attempting to lean back into the cock. 

"Much better whore. Keep eating Mistress Sadie." Afaf went back to work as I slowly, ever so slowly, slid the cock into her eager pussy. Her muffled moans escaped as the full 6 inches deflowered her tight cunt. I held it in there deep and leaned into her. She attempted to move back to get it even deeper and after an eternity of teasing, I began to pump my cock in and out of her soaked vagina. Sadie came from Afaf's eager tongue and as I continued to pound my young petite slave, I saw Sadie grab another strap-on and begin fucking Professor Wilson with it. After a few minutes of this hard pounding, Afaf came with such animation that it was clear she had never truly orgasmed. I kept pounding her as she quaked from the fucking. I began to slide out and then drilled the cock back into her and began fucking her again. I then pulled out and told Sadie to lay on the ground. She did and I demanded, "Afaf straddle Sadie's cock."

"Yes mistress" she said and straddled the plastic cock. This one eight inches long. Surprisingly, she took it all inside her as if was something she did every day and began bouncing up and down on her friend. 

Mrs. Wilson grabbed a camcorder and began recording. She then said, "Afaf, tell us what you are."

Afaf whimpered as the cock engulfed her now deflowered cunt, "I am a submissive slave. I will obey every command. Please use me."

I moved in front of my new servant and said, "Suck my cock slave." Afaf tentatively took my cock into her mouth as she continued to please herself on the hard strap-on. After she got it nice and lubricated, I smiled and said, "Bend over a bit sweetie, but keep that hard cock in your cunt. We have one more hole to deflower." Afaf's eyes went big, but she did not say a word as she bent forward. I got into position and placed the cock at her virgin ass. I slowly slid inside her butt and began to slowly move in and out. Afaf gave out a cry, but did not move as my plastic rod penetrated her ass deeper. Eventually four inches were inside of her tight ass and I demanded "Bounce back on me angel." Instantly Afaf obeyed and she bounced onto both cocks and soon all 6 inches filled her ass and all 8 inches engulfed her cunt. It was beautiful to watch. Soon Afaf was moving up and down in a perfect symmetry and moaning with pleasure. 

After minutes of this double fucking Afaf screamed "Oh yes, yes, I'm cumming..." She then collapsed on top of Sadie. I pulled the cock out of her asd and shoved it into her mouth. Afaf sucked it slowly. I eventually pulled it out. Afaf looked into my eyes and said, "Thank you Melanie. Thank you for allowing me such pleasure."

I smiled, "You are welcome Afaf." I then kissed her passionately. 

The night ended with Sadie taking Afaf home with her, where Afaf ate her pussy over and over again. Professor Wilson spent the night between my legs.




The Sweet Seduction Of Samantha



Samantha Thompson's interest in men had always been radically different than other eighteen year old women she knew. For some unknown reason Samantha had always been attracted too much older men. At night when she was alone in her bed masturbating she would often fantasize about seducing her best friends father. She could almost feel him eating her hot dripping snatch, or madly fucking her wet pussy and tight ass. 

Samantha was an eighteen year old virgin when she met Scott during her senior year. Scott was eleven years older than Samantha. They had long meaningful conversations unlike anything she had ever experienced with boys her own age. Scott treated Samantha like a grown woman, but he also respected her right to decide when she was ready for intercourse. Scott had been with many different women before meeting Samantha so he was very experienced. Scott was a very gentle and caring person, and he worshiped the ground that Samantha walked on.

Gradually Scott and Samantha explored different ways of providing oral and manual stimulation to satisfy each other sexually, without actually having intercourse. The night Samantha turned nineteen she celebrated by surrendering her virginity to Scott. It was a beautiful night that she would treasure for the rest of her life.

The flames of their passion continued to burn out of control throughout the summer. Scott used his years of experience to teach Samantha everything he knew about making love to another person. Samantha gave herself freely to Scott, and together they explored every hot avenue of ecstasy. 

The summer passed much too quickly for both of them, and Samantha left home to begin her freshman year at a college near Philadelphia. During that last sexually and emotionally charged night together they expressed their undying love for one another, and vowed to remain faithful. 

Samantha had always loved art, and had visited most of the major museums in the east. Therefore when it came time to select her first semester classes she was delighted that Art History was available as an elective.

Professor Ryan Barlow had taught Art History for 25 years. He was highly respected among his peers at the institution, and prior students attested to his skill as an educator and mentor.

Ryan was a happily married man who had been faithful to his wife Helen for more than twenty years. He had always been able to maintain a proper professional relationship with his female students. Over the years Ryan had been severely tested a couple of times when beautiful young woman offered themselves to him in exchange for better grades. Ryan had always adhered to his professional code of ethics, and politely rejected their advances. 

However during the last year Helen's attitude toward their lovemaking had changed considerably. She rarely instigated sex anymore, and when they did have sex the intensity and passion were sometimes lacking. The frequency of their lovemaking had decreased from once or twice a week, to once or twice a month, leaving Ryan horny and unsatisfied most of the time. Ryan suggested that they introduce role-playing, toys, porn, and cybersex into their love life.

Helen refused his suggestions saying, "You're a perfect lover Ryan, and I'm very satisfied with our love life. We're getting older Ryan, and you shouldn't need sex so often. I just can't imagine why you would want to try all those filthy things you suggested." 

Ryan was very frustrated, he loved Helen so much but she just didn't understand that he still had the sexual needs and longings of a younger man. 

Samantha could still remember that first fateful day of Art History class. Her heart soared when Professor Barlow announced that they would be concentrating on the renaissance period this semester. This wonderful period of 15th century art was Samantha's favorite, and she already knew a lot about the artists and their paintings. In fact her favorite painting – The Birth of Venus – by Sandro Botticelli, was from that period. 

Samantha looked at Professor Barlow standing in front of the class. He was a rather average looking man approximately 5'10 inches tall, and 200 pounds. His head was almost bald on the top, but the silver hair on the sides gave him a somewhat distinguished look. Samantha guessed that he was probably in his mid fifties. Despite his age Professor Barlow displayed the vibrancy of a much younger man. His eyes sparkled when he talked about art, and his voice had a strong commanding tone. 

Before leaving class that first day Samantha went down and introduced herself. "Hello Professor Barlow my name is Samantha Thompson, and I just love art from the renaissance period. I've heard great things about you, and I'm really looking forward to your class."

Professor Barlow peered into the deep liquid pools of Samantha's beautiful blue eyes and smiled warmly. "Well Miss Thompson it's always a special pleasure to have someone in my class who truly appreciates fine art. So many of my students sign up for this course because they think it will be easy." As they both turned and walked towards the door Professor Barlow put his hand on Samantha's bare shoulder and told her, "I'll look forward to seeing you in class tomorrow Miss Thompson."

The warm friendly touch from Professor Barlow caused Samantha to blush a little as she turned and said, "Thank you Professor Barlow, I'll see you tomorrow."

As the weeks and months passed Samantha utilized every opportunity she could engineer to engage Professor Barlow in spirited conversation about art, and other subjects of mutual interest. Despite the immense difference in age the bond between them grew closer the more time they spent together, eventually stretching the limits of the normal professor/student relationship. When no one else was around they now addressed each other as Samantha and Ryan, not Miss Thompson and Professor Barlow. 

In all his years of teaching Ryan Barlow could not remember ever having a student like Samantha. Her passion for art was unequaled, and her zest for life was extraordinary. For the first time in his career Ryan shared stories with a student about the years he had spent in Europe studying the masters. Ryan had wanted to become a great painter, but intense desire is not always enough. Instead Ryan had returned to the United States and became a professor at a college near Philadelphia. If he couldn't paint at least he could share his knowledge and love of the arts with his students.

Ryan had always been very careful about suppressing his sexual desires when he was around his female students. However there was something extremely exciting about Samantha that assaulted all his senses, causing his control to waiver. He felt twenty or thirty years younger when they were together. His heart quickened at the sight of her beautiful smile, the sound of her sexy voice, or the scent of her exotic perfume. 

Sometimes their hands would innocently touch each other as they spoke, and then linger longer than necessary before finally retreating. 

When Samantha was with Ryan his nearness excited her, causing a stirring deep within her loins. Her sensitive nipples would become hard and thrust outward against the thin material of her bra and sweater. Often she would catch Ryan discreetly gazing at her large breasts as they talked. She knew he couldn't miss seeing her aroused nipples straining against her sweater. When she caught him looking at her breasts Samantha would sneak a quick peek downward, and see a nice bulge jutting outward in his pants. Then their eyes would briefly peer into the other's, both sensing the smoldering sexual tension that was growing between them.

On more than one occasion, after they had finished talking, Samantha had to hurry to the ladies room and cleanup before her dew soaked panties caused a noticeable stain on the front of her jeans.

At home when he was alone Ryan sometimes fantasized about making love to Samantha as he stroked his manhood. Just thinking about having wild passionate sex with her always caused him to ejaculate fiercely, squirting stream after stream of hot jism into the tissue he was holding. Ryan vowed that if he ever had the opportunity he would seduce Samantha, and devour her succulent young body. 

Samantha's boyfriend Scott had received a promotion at work. Unfortunately it required him to relocate further away from Samantha in order to advance his career. He was on the road at least fifty percent of the time, and the two young lovers were lucky if they could be together once a month. They talked almost every day, and tried to satisfy their carnal desires by role-playing over the phone. However even after she experienced a couple of orgasms during the hot phone sessions Samantha still felt a deep longing for the touch of her lover.

Many nights Samantha's body was tormented by vivid sexual dreams. She often dreamed of Scott caressing her body and fucking her until she climaxed over and over again. She missed him so much! However some nights in her dreams it was Ryan's touch stimulating every fiber of her body, teasing her to the breaking point. Samantha would wake up, sweating and gasping for breath, with an unbearable longing burning within her pussy. Then she would think about making love to Ryan, furiously stroking her clit until an intense orgasm washed over her body and provided relief. 

Samantha had scored a perfect 4.0 in Art History, and Ryan asked her to stay after class that final day of the semester. "Congratulations on your perfect score Samantha, you certainly earned it. In fact since you are the first student in ten years to achieve a perfect score in my course I have a special reward for you. I received a special invitation from the Philadelphia Museum of Art to attend a private showing of their new renaissance art exhibition this Saturday. Since Helen is away on a business trip I would like you to be my guest."

"Oh Ryan I would love to go with you," Samantha breathlessly exclaimed! "Is it okay for us to be seen together? I don't want you to get into any trouble since I'm a student."

Ryan smiled and said, "Since today is the last day of class, technically you are no longer one of my students. Therefore the rules governing student/professor conduct are a bit more relaxed. If we are seen together it won't cause any problems."

Ryan gave Samantha some ideas on how to dress for the event, and told her what time he would pick her up on Saturday.

Samantha stood in front of the full-length mirror in her dorm room appraising her reflection. She had to admit that the reflection of the woman standing there in a navy blue wraparound dress looked pretty damn good. The jersey material of the dress ended three inches above her knee, clinging to every curve of her hourglass figure. The v-neck opening in the front was cut low enough to display ample cleavage, without appearing trashy. Samantha wore the diamond pendant and matching earrings she received from her mother on her eighteenth birthday. Underneath the clingy dress Samantha wore a light blue lace bra and thong set, silver thigh high stockings that glittered, and three inch heels that would make her almost the same height as Ryan.

For a late November afternoon the weather was very pleasant so Samantha didn't need to wear a coat.

Ryan arrived at the dorm precisely at 1 o'clock. Samantha came walking out of the dorm and Ryan's jaw dropped. He had never seen Samantha dressed up before, and he couldn't believe how fantastic she looked. Ryan said, "Oh Samantha you look simply gorgeous today," as he opened the car door for her.

"Thanks Ryan you look very sharp in that suit and tie," Samantha replied. She caught the look of lust in Ryan's eyes when her dress parted as she got into his car. Samantha knew that Ryan had been able to see the lacy tops of her stockings. She hesitated briefly before fixing the dress, giving Ryan a chance to drink in the feminine beauty of her long firm legs. When Ryan jumped behind the wheel Samantha glanced over and noticed the tent in the front of his slacks.

When they arrived at the art museum Ryan opened the car door for Samantha. As she exited the car he was rewarded with another quick peek, this time seeing a flash of creamy white flesh above the lacy tops of her stockings. 

Seeing the works of masters like Raphael, Francesca, Cellini, and her favorite Botticelli in a private setting was overwhelming for Samantha. They spent the whole afternoon together viewing the various works of art, sipping champagne, and thoroughly enjoying each other's company.

Samantha was not much of a drinker, and she had consumed a lot of champagne during the afternoon. She felt a little tipsy by the time they were ready to leave the museum. Ryan sensed her unsteadiness so he offered Samantha his arm to help support her. Together they walked arm in arm down the long rows of steps and headed across the parking lot to the car.

When they reached the car Samantha decided that she wanted to give Ryan a special treat for being such a gallant gentleman. Knowing that he would be watching again as she slipped into the car, Samantha spread her legs wider this time giving Ryan a long lingering glimpse of her legs and lacy blue thong.

As Ryan entered the car he noticed that Samantha's dress was still parted, and her pretty little lace thong was still visible. The stiff erection tenting the front of his pants was painful, and had become impossible to hide.

Samantha giggled and blushed as she noticed Ryan looking up her dress. As he sat behind the wheel of the car she could see how aroused he had become, and his obvious discomfort. 

Ryan saw Samantha staring at his crotch, knowing that she could see the boner painfully trapped inside his tight pants. Trying to distract her attention he asked, "Samantha would you like to get something to eat? I know a great place not too far from here."

Samantha gave Ryan a sexy smile, slowly licked her lips, and then stared at the bulge in his pants and said, "I'm so hungry I could eat anything!"

They drove for about 10 minutes before Ryan turned into a very exclusive residential development with huge expensive houses. Samantha wondered where they were going. Ryan turned the corner and pulled into the driveway of a beautiful two story colonial stone home. As they entered the garage he turned to Samantha and said, "I hope you don't mind dinner at my place? I've been told by more than one person that I'm a very good cook"

Samantha laughed and breathlessly replied, "Nothing about you would surprise me Ryan!" 

Ryan escorted Samantha into the house and gave her a tour of the downstairs. Samantha was very impressed with the artwork and other rich furnishings displayed throughout the rooms. In what looked like a spare bedroom sunlight streamed through French doors that led out to a beautiful private screened deck with an oversized hot tub. When they entered the next room the walls were filled with paintings that Ryan had done over the years.

Ryan told Samantha, "Look around while I get us something to drink." Ryan returned shortly with a chilled bottle of white wine and two glasses. He poured a glass for each of them, lifted his glass, and said "To fine art, and beautiful company," as they gently touched glasses. "Make yourself comfortable Samantha while I fix dinner." Samantha offered to help but Ryan insisted on doing it all himself. After admiring all of Ryan's artwork Samantha went back to the living room and sat on the sofa so they could talk while he prepared the meal in the kitchen. 

Ryan could see Samantha sitting on the sofa as he worked in the kitchen. Her shapely young legs were spread slightly causing the wraparound dress to part just enough for Ryan to see the lacy top of one of Samantha's stockings. Ryan would go into the living room from time to time to fill Samantha's wine glass, and hopefully get a better look up her dress. He was now walking around with a permanent erection in his pants. 

The combination of the champagne and the wine was making Samantha's head feel funny. Giggling she said, "Ryan are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?"

Ryan quickly replied, "Only if you want me to Samantha." They looked at each other with lust filled eyes, neither one knowing what to say next. The bell rang on the timer in the kitchen indicating that the meal was ready, temporarily breaking the mood. Ryan filled their plates and put them on the table. Samantha came from the livingroom and sat next to him at the dining room table.

"Ryan everything looks wonderful, and smells delicious," Samantha remarked.

Ryan poured more wine for them. He sat down next to Samantha, and had just started eating when the electricity went off. Suddenly the whole house was plunged into darkness. "Please sit still Samantha, I'll get us some light." Ryan came back a few minutes later with two long tapered candles that were lit, and placed them on the table. The sexual tension continued to smolder as they ate. While talking they both took every opportunity to softly and sensually touch the other's hand or leg.

"You really are a great cook Ryan, thank you for such a wonderful meal," Samantha cooed when they had finished eating.

Ryan replied, "My pleasure Samantha. I love to cook and don't get the opportunity very often. Let's go into the living room where we'll be more comfortable." The electricity was still off so Ryan turned on the gas fireplace to provide a soft light, and warmth throughout the room. Ryan asked, "What kind of music do you like Samantha?" 

"Whatever you would like to hear," she replied.

Ryan put a couple of CD's into the battery operated radio and pressed the start button. Slow sensual music poured from the fine acoustical speakers. Ryan asked Samantha, "Would you like to dance?" 

Samantha replied, "That sounds like fun."

After she slipped her heels back on Ryan took her hand, and helped her from the sofa. Ryan led Samantha into the open space in front of the sofa. He softly pulled Samantha against his body, looking into her beautiful deep blue eyes as they moved to the slow rhythm of the music.

Samantha felt Ryan's hard erection softly rubbing against her mound as they danced. It had been four weeks since she last fucked her boyfriend Scott. The months of dreaming about sex with Ryan, combined with feeling his hardness brushing against her, was making Samantha very horny. Samantha heard warning sirens going off in her head but she ignored them, not sure whether it was the alcohol, or her desperate need to have Ryan between her legs. 

They danced for a while, the flickering light from the fireplace dancing across their faces. Ryan's fingers reached out lightly caressing Samantha's cheek, and then her neck. He looked into her sparkling eyes and said, "You're such a beautiful, intelligent, and vibrant young woman Samantha. Do you have any idea what effect you have on me?"

Instead of answering Samantha put her arms around Ryan's neck, and pulled their two bodies tighter together. Samantha slowly ground her pelvis hard against Ryan's raging hard-on and said, "Are you talking about that this hard lance that feels so good rubbing against me?"

Ryan slowly guided Samantha back to the sofa and they sat close to each other. He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her even closer, looking deeply into her lust filled blue eyes. 

Ryan's fingers moved Samantha's short brown hair aside, as his lips gently nuzzled her neck and ear. Ryan's tongue traced the outline of her ear, and then moved to the inside. Ryan heard a soft moan issue from Samantha's mouth, and he felt her breathing quicken. He turned her head and gave her other ear equal attention, causing another soft moan to escape from Samantha's lips. He kept alternating from one side of her neck to the other. Gradually his lips worked their way to Samantha's waiting mouth. He kissed her deeply, and slowly slipped his tongue inside her mouth.




The Sweet Seduction



Since then Afaf has become a perfect slave. She never disobeys and will eat the pussy of any woman who asks. I have sent her on a girl's basketball road trip, where she serviced all members of the team on the bus, in the dressing room, in the hotel and on the ride home again. Ms. Wilson borrowed her to eat her pussy under her kitchen table for hours as she marked tests. Sadie has taken her with her to her Asian club meetings where Afaf is there to service all the high strung Asians needing sexual relief. Ironically, Afaf is still a virgin to real cock. Until this weekend that is. 



The Sweet Slide To Heaven



When Andy last saw her he was on a business trip to New York and she managed a exclusive lingerie store on Madison Avenue, one that sold ninety dollar panties and custom made merrywidows to the stars. He got a tip from a mutual friend that she worked there and stopped by after a particularly trying meeting with a potential investor from Canada. Still in his suit, his aftershave still tingling on his skin, he made it to the shop at 5 p.m.

The "closed" sign was already up. He took a quick look at the window display, which featured a very classy lace corset on a see-through torso mannequin against a backdrop of white silk. He peeked in the window and got a glimpse of her shapely ass in a plain wool skirt as she reached up to pull some camisoles off a shelf.

He had never seen Vicki wearing her day job clothes and toiling like a common shopkeep. Andy had never thought of her that way and it felt a little creepy to see such a beautiful, sexual creature reduced to teetering on the edge of a footstool folding lingerie meant for other people. Her curly brunette hair fell down to her shoulders, her curvaceous legs strained as she reached to a top shelf to put a camisole away.

He tapped on the glass, bending down to get a better view of her between the closed sign and the black drape that obscured the bottom half of the door.

"We're closed," she mouthed, her lips forming a scowl. When he knocked again, she jumped off the footstool and walked angrily to the door, her low-heeled pumps clacking so loudly on the floor, he heard the cadence outside. As she grabbed the keys from her blazer pocket, she saw him smile at her and wave. Her face relaxed and her sea blue eyes glistened with surprise.

"C'mon in, sweetie! I'm the only one here," she whispered." What a pleasant surprise! What brings you to New York?"

"Trying to get money for that horror film Todd wrote. Had to met with some potential assholes- I mean, investors." Andy was dressed no differently than the rich bastards who frequented her shop to buy lingerie for their 20-year-old mistresses. But the similarities ended with his stylish dark blue suit. His dark blonde hair, which normally hung halfway down his back, was tied tightly in a ponytail. His handsome, square-jawed face had taken in little too much sun and the tan accentuated the lines on his forehead and the cleft in his chin. "You look good. A little overdressed, though." He said before wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her. They indulged in a long, smooth French kiss that seemed to last forever. She broke away first, remembering that she had not locked the door after letting him in. "Wait! I gotta lock the door again. Don't want some customer to come barging in and get an eyeful."

"Umm. I should have guessed you'd work at a lingerie store. You get a lot of stuff for free?" Andy asked, fingering a silky bra on one of the mannequins.

"Well, every now and then. The store mannequins are my size so the owner lets me take the display garments home."

"That corset in the window would look hot on you."

"Want me to try it on?" she asked.

"I'd like that." He rubbed her shoulder. "Cause you are way overdressed now."

Vicki walked up to the display and unbuttoned the corset, so excited by the prospect of wearing it for Andy her hands trembled.

"I'll go to the dressing room."

"No, no. I'll help you put it on. You don't have to go into the dressing room. Do it here. It's New York. Who's gonna notice? You could run stark naked on the street and no one would bat an eyelash. It's rush hour."

Vicki glanced out the window. The display and the door drapery obstructed most of their bodies so Vicki relented. Most passers-by would get was a quick glimpse of breast. She could barely keep her mind on business. Andy moaned squeezing her butt, unzipping her skirt and moaning in delight as it dropped to the floor. She threw her blazer behind the counter, her blouse and bra followed, dangling on the edge of the counter til they fell into the wastebasket with all the day's packing peanuts and unneeded register tape.

"These stockings are beautiful," Andy murmured, "I love the color."

He rubbed his cheek against her sheer-stockinged legs. The sheer pink silk stockings were held up by velvet garters and rosebud shaped clips that smelled faintly of perfume Andy knelt and rubbed his face against her legs, going up, up til he arrived at her pink g string.

"Don't do that yet, naughty boy or I'll never get my corset on. You want to see me in my corset, right?"

"Yes m'am."

He slid his hand over to my ass cheeks. "Softer than a baby's bottom." Andy murmured, rubbing her bum. He dropped his suit jacket to the floor.

"You shouldn't throw your expensive clothes on the floor," she scolded.

"I don't give a damn about clothes right now." He found a comfy spot, resting his head for a few seconds against her bum.

He laughed when the edges of the lace corset brushed against his head. "Let me do the honors," he whispered. "You know you're like a little Barbie doll. I love dressing you as much as I love undressing you."

Slowly Vicki turned around to face him. "That's so sweet of you to say--and so like a male chauvinist piglet. But I love it."

Andy reached the first pearly button right above her navel. He kissed each exposed area of skin before fastening the delicate button that helped to hide it. got hard a stirring with each succeeding button his cock grew harder he'd learned to tease her and savor the little sweet twitches of her body as she got aroused. He left a trail of kisses upward to right below her slender neck then gently knelt down to adjust her garters slipping them in her stockings first in front and then in back, kissing her bare bum before sliding them in.

She stood before him, savoring the gorgeous man who had once again reappeared in her life at the best possible moment.

Andy reached the first pearly button right above her navel. He kissed each exposed area of skin before fastening the delicate button that helped to hide it. got hard a stirring with each succeeding button his cock grew harder he'd learned to tease her and savor the little sweet twitches of her body as she got aroused. He left a trail of kisses upward to right below her slender neck then gently knelt down to adjust her garters slipping them in her stockings first in front and then in back, kissing her bare bum before sliding them in. She stood before him, savoring the gorgeous man who had once again reappeared in her life at the best possible moment.

Wordlessly, she unbuttoned his crisp white shirt. "I hate it when you have to dress for business. It's obscene to cover this up." Her fingers worked quickly, undoing the buttons til his tan chest was exposed. She whipped the shirt off him with amazing sleight of hand. His gaze wandered up and down her lilthe and powerful body as he unbuckled his belt.

"Ride me, my love. I need to look up at you."

"Back there a few steps. It's carpeted." She pointed to the entrance to the dressing room, which was covered with a runner of plush velvet material. He pushed his body backward on well-muscled arms and stepped out of his tailored trousers. She knelt over him and pulled his silk boxers down over his knees watching and savoring his long, suntanned legs.

"Oh, you sit by the pool all day in Beverly Hills tanning and drinking champagne while I am a wage slave in New York. Oh, Andy," she sighed. Regret etched her eyes, then quickly disappeared when she saw his burgeoning cock. He pulled down her g-string.

"Don't worry, Vicki. I'll visit you more often. We'll go to Hawaii and do nothing but fuck for a week. I bet you'd like that, huh?"

In spite of herself, she grinned like a starstruck schoolgirl. "Yeah. Promise me We'll do that soon." "Yes, Vicki. I'll send you a ticket soon. I promise." By route, she sucked him as a primer. She was so happy to see him a tear rolled down her cheek and christened the tip of his cock. He winced, then guided her head down to suck him and she obeyed, losing herself in the act. She was grateful that he had appeared so suddenly, ecstatic that she could dress up for him and pleasure him once again but resigned to the knowledge that he would only leave again. With his cock coaxed to full attention by her mouth, she grabbed it by its base. He slipped a finger inside her to widen and prepare her for the long sweet slide to heaven. She was addicted to him, to his body, to the cock she dreamed about and worshiped and as he filled her up, he transformed her again from working girl to fuck goddess. She adored him.

Andy watched her writhe and shudder above him. He had never seen any woman so engulfed by sex, by pleasure that he had caused. It possessed her like the ghost of his sex had lifted her spirit out of her body when they fucked. It intrigued him and frightened him at the same time. That's why he decided he couldn't get emotionally involved with her. If he treated her like a girlfriend, the intensity might fade completely. He didn't want that for he knew that no other woman could rock him like she did. And he never wanted to lose that. He stared into her eyes as she rode him. Her blue eyes, wracked with desire like a pert demoness, commanded his attention. The top button of the corset slowly came undone and he watched her breasts strain against the embroidery, her nipples fearsome, pointing straight at him beneath the lace.

She murmured softly, a mantra he couldn't understand at first. The sweetness of her body captured him and he sweated and writhed on the carpet. Pleasure overpowered him. "Heaven. Heaven. Heaven." She repeated. "You take me there." She wiped a drop of sweat off his forehead and kissed him there. He brought his arms up and held her hands, squeezing them, a signal that he was ready to come. She jumped off his pulsating body, and pulled down the corset til her breasts popped out of the restrictive lace, then lowered herself so his cum blanketed them.

She knelt between his legs watching his chest heave in and out as he caught his breath. She rubbed the cum he'd spilled on her breasts deeply into her skin like the precious fluid it was-- an elixir, a gift from the gods. She reached out her hand and pulled him up.

"That was amazing." Andy enveloped her with his muscular, golden arms. "You are the best. Don't ever forget that, little one."

She smiled at the term of endearment he often used to describe her. Andy was very tall and wide-boned. At 6 feet 4 inches, her towered over her tiny-waisted,5 foot 3 frame. He kissed the top of her head. "Is there a sink back here?"

"Yes, the wash basin is behind the last dressing room. There are soaps and towels on the shelf." Vicki watched him walk down the hallway, smiling contentedly.

Til she realized she hadn't even started to tally that day's receipts.

"Oh, damn." She mumbled.

"What's that? What's wrong?" Andy asked, his gravelly voice rising above the sound of splashing water in the sink.

"I have to get the money counted and get it to the bank by seven or the owner will be on my case." Vicki stood, her knees still wobbly from straddling him, and walked back into the showroom to retrieve their clothes. Why did reality always interfere with her life? She bent down to pick up his suit-jacket when she heard a wolf whistle from the side window. A geeky looking kid-probably a college student from Hunter was kneeling on the sidewalk and gazing in the unobstructed half of the window. So much for using drapes, she sighed, slipping on her skirt, and walked over to yank the drapery all the way to the floor. She didn't even acknowledge the kid.

"Hey! What ya do that for? Sun's still out."

Andy walked back in the showroom, totally oblivious to and comfortable with his naked body. He picked up his boxers.

"Wait. Before you put them on, let me say good-bye," she cooed.

"Oh, Vicki, don't got time for that. I gotta get to the airport." He slipped the shorts on and checked his watch.

He forced himself to say it. It was true, but he knew that he'd miss his flight if he stayed one minute longer. She stood behind the cash register now, her corset barely covering her breasts as she dumped a heap of receipts and cash on the counter.

"The airport!!"

"Yeah. My flight leaves in 2 hours."

"Andy!! "

Hastily, he slipped into his trousers and shirt. "Only here for the day. It's horrible I know, but I'll take you to Hawaii.I owe you a lot more than that but I'll start there. Call me at my office when you get your vacation. "

He slipped his hand under her chin. "Don't be upset, Vicki. You know we'll always be lovers, right? You know that."

"I know." She whispered, then kissed him on his craggy tan forehead. Now go hail a cab. It's still rush hour. Might take awhile for you to get to the airport."

"My darling little one." He kissed her quickly on the lips and looked at her with those honest, playful blue eyes, and she forgave him another fuck and run.

And she always would. Sucker.

"Wait, I have to let you out." She walked up behind him with the keys and unlocked the door, though every womanly fiber in her body yelled "Don't do it."

"You know one of these days I might not let you leave."

"And one of these days I just might stay without any coaxing." 

Andy kissed her on the cheek and leapt toward a cab that had just let a passenger out on the corner. Vicki walked back to the counter and turned on the calculator. Coming down after making love with Andy was worse than coming down off any drug. But she'd deal with that once she got home. Right now, numbers needed crunching.