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Team Go

By: DeannaTroi



Shego stood in the street looking up at the stupidly shaped building. It had been a month since her brief reunion with her brothers and her forced alliance with Kim Possible to stop that moron Aviarius. At the end of that whole fiasco, she had been forced to suffer ridicule from Dr. Drakken of all people about her going soft. Her soft? That was utterly ridiculous. But then, why was she standing outside the stupid Go Tower? It couldn't be that she was worried about her brothers or that she missed them. She would rather claw her eyes out than be in the same room with them, but ever since their forced reunion, she had felt something nagging at her. It was like there was some unresolved business she had to take care of. Shego sighed and pressed her palm against the biofeedback reader by the door. Her hand glowed green and the door whisked open. The stupid idiots had not even thought about locking her out. She was evil. She worked for a guy who tried to take over the world and still they didn't block her access to their stupid Go Tower.

The four figures in the control room looked up when Shego walked in. "Shego," cried Hego enthusiastically as he jumped up to give her a hug. "I always knew you would come back to Team Go!"

"Come back? Are you nuts?" asked Shego as she managed to extricate herself from her big brother's hug and backed off a few feet to glare at him. "I just er forgot something when I was here last. I didn't know you idiots were even in here or I wouldn't have come."

"Same old Shego," snorted Mego.

"Oh come on sis," said Wego1 and Wego2 in unison. "We all missed you, even Mego, even though he won't admit it."

"Well, I didn't miss you," snarled Shego. "Why would I ever miss a bunch of do gooder, straight laced pack of idiots like you four? Your idea of having fun is sitting around waiting for the Go Signal to flash so you can rescue a cat from a tree!"

"That's not true," replied Hego defensively. "We are all about fun here at Go Tower!"

Shego stared at him in exasperation. "Fun? You are the most uptight person I have ever known! You wouldn't know fun if it rose up and bit you on the ass."

"I know how to have fun," insisted Hego stubbornly.

"Yeah?" asked Shego. "When was the last time you masturbated?"

Hego turned so crimson that Shego thought he might spontaneously combust. Mego laughed nastily and Wego1 and Wego2 just looked puzzled.

"Fuck, I bet you don't even know how to masturbate," laughed Shego when she saw the look on Hego's face.

"I do to!" cried Hego and then he blushed even brighter red.

"Oh really?" said Shego raising an eyebrow in disbelief and smirking. "Why don't you prove it? Take out your dick and show us how you jerk off." Even as she was taunting her brother, Shego couldn't figure out herself why she was doing it. There was just something about Hego's do gooder attitude that pushed her buttons. The only other person who could accomplish that was a certain red haired teen hero.

"I couldn't do that!" cried Hego in horror.

"Cause you don't know how!" trumpeted Shego.

"Because it would be wrong," insisted Hego. "I couldn't do that in front of others, especially not my sister!"

"Yeah right," snorted Shego. "You just don't want to admit that you don't know how. Tell you what big brother, I will do it for you if you will do it for me."

"What?" exclaimed a shocked Hego.

Shego ran her hand down the front of her green and black uniform top and pulled it open. Her large round boobs spilled out of the built-in cups and Mego nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight of her huge round melons. Wego1 and Wego2 stared in open mouth shock but decided that they very much liked what they saw. Hego retripled his blushing as he tried to put his hand over his eyes to block out the sight of Shego's tits. Shego, however, grabbed his huge hand and placed it on her bare boobs. "Here, get a feel of these babies," she told him. Hego snatched his hand back as if he was burned.

/As her four brothers watched, Shego peeled off the rest of her uniform, leaving just a green and black thong, Turning around, she gave a wiggle of her ass at Hego and slipped it down and stepped out of it to stand there naked. Shego turned to face Hego and stood there, legs spread wide displaying her shaved pussy. Shego's hands caressed her large breasts and tweaked the nipples until they were hard. As the others watches mesmerized, Shego moved her hands between her legs and began to rub her clit. She could feel herself getting wet and the pressure of her fingers on her nub made her moan. This was probably the dumbest thing she had ever done in her life, but Hego seemed to bring out her temper and she wasn't about to back down now. Her eyes were half closed with pleasure, but she could see the bulges in the uniforms of all her brothers including Hego. Shego stared at Hego's bulge and ran her tongue over her black painted lips. Mmmm, it looked like he had a snake shoved down his pants.

Impulsively, Shego stepped forward and ran her hand over his hardon. "Maybe you aren't so uptight after all Hego," she purred as she felt the cock in his pants twitch at her touch and Hego whimpered. Hego stared at his sister in shock as she dropped to her knees in front of him and before he could react, she had reached into his pants and pulled out his cock.

Hego's cock was a massive sixteen thick inches with a huge bluish purple mushroom head. Thick veins stood out on the underside and Shego bent down and ran her tongue over the head. "Now this is what I call a big cock," murmured Shego as she let the thick piece of cock meat rest on her face as she licked the shaft from balls to tip. A drop of clear precum oozed out and smeared over her nose in a shiny spot. "Do you want me to suck it Hego?" asked Shego with a wicked smile on her face. "You gotta ask and say please like a good hero."

"Please," moaned Hego as emotions and thoughts he had never experienced before coursed through his body. He noticed absently that he was starting to glow. This was sick and wrong, but as he looked down at his big boobed sister kneeling naked in front of him, he couldn't help himself.

"Please what"" teased Shego as she ran her tongue around his cock head once more.

"Please suck my cock," moaned Hego and then he felt the most wonderful sensation ever in his life as Shego's soft lips wrapped around the head of his cock, taking it into her warm, wet mouth. Shego's mouth was stretched wide to accommodate the huge girth of his cock and the sight made Hego snap. He glowed strongly now and with superhuman strength, grabbed the back of Shego's head and yanked it all the way down onto his hard cock until it pushed into her throat and his balls banged on her chin. Shego was choking and gagging on the thick cock meat in her mouth, but Hego didn't even really notice as he held her head against his crotch and enjoyed the sensation of her throat muscles squeezing his dick.

"Oh fuck that feels good," moaned Hego and shocked himself by using the F word. He felt Shego's tongue slide over his shaft as her breathing eased because of her extensive Kung Fu training that gave her near total control over her body. "You are a cock sucking slut Shego, " Hego moaned as he began to thrust his hips and ram his cock in and out of the raven haired woman's mouth.

"Isn't that the truth?" asked Mego as he took out his cock and began to jerk off at the sight of his big mouthed sister (literally) blowing that pompous jerk Hego.

Shego's large breasts bounced wildly as she felt Hego pull her mouth up and down on his cock. Her brother's cock was even bigger than Drakken's blue dick and she could feel it throbbing in throat and hear her brother moaning loudly.

Hego didn't like to admit it to his wise assed sister, but this was the first blow job he had ever gotten and he was already close to cumming as her felt Shego's lips wrapping tight about his shaft and applying enough pressure to suck a baseball through a garden hose. "I...I am close to cumming," Hego moaned sliding his cock back until only the tip was in Shego's mouth.

"And what's your point?" asked Shego as she ran her tongue over his cock and looked up into Hego's eyes.

That was the final straw and with a loud scream, Hego felt the cum driving up out of his balls and erupt into Shego's waiting mouth. Shego just clamped her lips tighter around his spurting dick and let the warm sticky goo flow into her mouth. She swallowed load after load before Hego's cock finally slipped out of her mouth and he splattered her face with a final shudder of his cock. As cum dripped down Shego's face, Hego sank to his knees, panting and drained.

"So sis, can anyone else play?" asked Mego stepping forward and stroking his cock. It wasn't nearly as big as Hego's but it was still a good size thought Shego and she smiled at her self-involved brother.

"What hole do you want?" she asked him as she reached up with her finger and stuffed a gob of Hego's cum into her mouth that was dripping off her chin.

"Spread your legs sis," ordered Mego. I want to ram that green cunt of yours. 

Shego reclined on the thick rug and spread her legs. Her fingers pulled open her pussy lips and she smiled at Mego. "Come on brother, give me your best shot."

That was all the invitation Mego needed as he crawled on top of Shego and quickly slid his erect cock into her waiting pussy. He moaned as he felt her pussy muscles tighten around his shaft. Shego was dripping wet and his cock easily began to slide in and out of her pussy as he reached down and grabbed two handfuls of her big jugs. "I've been wanting to nail you for a long time," moaned Mego as he began to wildly plunge his cock in and out of his sister's pussy. Shego just moaned and wrapped her strong legs around Mego's body and drew him deeper into her pussy.

"Oh yeah Mego, fuck me hard," cried Shego as she drove her hips upwards to meet his strokes. "Fuck me you bastard," cried Shego. "I want to feel your cock cum deep inside me you egotistical fuckhead. Come on Mego, harder!"

"Oh yeah bitch, I am going to shoot my spunk deep into your cunt," cried Mego. "I am going to fill up your slutty pussy with my cum you whore!" With that Mego pushed in as deep as he could go and began to cum. Shego could feel the warm cum splashing into her pussy and her body fairly thrummed with pleasure. When Mego finally had finished cumming he stood up and slapped Shego's face with his cock and wiped it on her long black hair.

Normally if someone had done that to her, Shego probably would have vaporized them with a plasma blast, but somehow this felt right. Perhaps it was some type of atonement for her leaving Team Go. Shego looked over at the Wego twins and smiled. "So guys, am I the first naked woman you have seen?"

The twins looked at each other and nodded, neither able to trust themselves to speak.

"So you guys want to fuck your sister too?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

The twins looked at each other and nodded in unison. Then the red glow pulsed for a second and now there were five Wego standing there. "We decided we wanted to gang bang you," they said in one voice and five pairs of identical hands began to grope Shego's naked body. One of the Wego laid down on the floor, cock sticking straight up. The outher four Wegos picked Shego up and lowered her onto his cock. Shego moaned softly as the head slid into her ass and inch by inch she found herself impaled on the cock. Wego gave her a few seconds to get used to his full length in her ass before the second Wego got on top of her and pushed his cock into her pussy. "Two down, three to go," laughed Wego. A third Wego crouched over Shego's mouth and she eagerly opened her mouth to take his hard cock inside. The final two Wegos put their cocks into her hands and in complete unison all five Wegos began to fuck their big sister.

Shego had had her share of wild sex before, but this might be the wildest yet she thought as she felt the five identical cocks take her body. She had never felt so alive as she worked all five cocks simultaneously. Her lips and tongue played with the hard cock fucking her face, her ass and pussy clamping down tight on the cocks in them and her hands were blurs on the two other cocks.

"Man, I knew she was a slut, but I never thought I would see this moaned Mego as he felt his cock standing up hard again at the sight of Shego and the five identical copies of her younger borther. You couldn't tell which ones were real and which ones were the copies and all five were obviously having a great time with Shego's hot body.

"We..."

"Are...."

"Going..."

"To...."

"Cum...."

cried Wego and with one mind the five Wegos began to pour their thick loads of cum into and on Shego's body. The cocks in her hands shot off and splashed cum over her tits until they gleamed with the thick white goo. Cum flooded her mouth, pussy and ass and feeling all five cocks shoot at the same time finally drove Shego over the edge to her own orgasm. She howled and moaned as she came. Her glowing green hands grabbed thick handfuls of the carpet as Shego climaxed. 

When the five Wegos crawled off their sister and left her lying there naked on the rug, Mego looked over at Hego. "I don't know about you, but I have to take another crack at her. And boy do I have an idea." Mego shimmered purple and shrank down to no more than four inches in height. As Shego lay there still shuddering with pleasure, the shrinker slipped his entire body into her cum filled pussy. Shego gasped as she felt him moving around inside her.

"Oh fuck that feels good," she cried as she just laid back on the rug and enjoyed the sensation of Mego inside her.

"Turn over sis," said Hego as he decided that he too needed another shot at her. "I want to fuck that hot ass of yours." Hego was stroking his massive cock with one hand and Shego gaped at him in shock.

"I don't think that thing will fit in my ass!" she protested.

"Then I will make it fit," said Hego and with his super strength turned Shego over and rubbed his hard cock over her ass cheeks. Then before Shego had any more time to protest, he pushed the thick head inside her anus. Shego screamed as she felt herself being spread wide by the thick cock, but she gritted her teeth and took it as Hego shoved more and more of cock into her ass. It took all of Shego's control to lie there and take it as Hego pushed every inch of sixteen inch monster into her ass.

"Oh fuck that hurts," moaned Shego as she felt Hego pull out almost all the way and t hen slam back into her.

"Maybe you need something to suck on big sis," said Wego, now back to only two of them. As Shego gaped at them, they stepped forward and both of them drove their cocks into her mouth at the same time.

"Ulk," was all Shego could manage as she felt the cocks push deep into her mouth. Her eyes bulgued out at the sensations running through her body. Her pussy was sending waves of pleasure outwards as Mego wriggled inside her. The initial pain in her ass was subsiding and also giving way to pleasure as Hego began to pound in and out of her. Finally, she could taste the precum and some of her own pussy juices on Wego as the twin cocks fucked her mouth in unison.

As the members of Team Go continued their fuck fest, none of them noticed the view screen behind them activating. Aviarius, freshly escaped from prison, stopped cold before his rant could begin and he watched in utter fascination as Shego took on her four brothers in front of his very eyes. As he watched Shego's big tits sway back and forth, Aviarius decided his rant could wait. At least until he saw the green skinned bitch take a few loads over that sexy face of hers. Aviarius settled back in his chair, took out his cock and started to jerk off to the family orgy taking place in front of him. Yep, Team Go was definitely back together.

Team Judgement



"Coach, we've got a problem with Erica, and we don't know what to do."

"With Erica, Helen?" Coach Jackson asked. "What problem could you possibly have with Erica? She's the best player on the team. If you don't believe me, just ask her," he added with a smile.

That comment earned him a sour look. 

"We know she's the best and that the team needs her, but the trouble is so does she. And she can be a real bitch at times. We can handle that, and we can handle her stirring us about our boyfriends, but she's starting to go out of her way to cause trouble. Now to top it off, she's starting to pinch things from us. Only little things, but we all know it's her and she knows we know, but she just says prove it. And we can't."

The last came out with a bit of a frustrated wail.

Coach Jackson considered the problem.

"My advice would be that at the next team meeting, raise the matter with all the girls. Have them agree on a standard of conduct. I'll draw up a sample one for you that you can take as a starting point. Then let it be known that if anyone violates the standard, there will be penalties. Just get everyone to agree beforehand what the penalties will be. An example might be that the offender might have to stand down for a number of games, or might have to pay for the team drinks for a couple of matches.

Then you have to enforce the penalty, and it doesn't matter who the offender is. Don't make exceptions. Anyone who screws up has to take the consequences."

Helen nodded. "OK. Thanks, Coach. I'll discuss it with the rest of the team and see what we can come up with."

"You do that. I'll go along with whatever the team decides in this matter."

The coach watched Helen leave, pleased that she'd regained her bounce and was willing to tackle the problem with no further input from him. Things worked a lot better if the team could just agree on the terms.

It was a couple of weeks later that the coach was asked to drop in and see the girls in the changing room after a practice session. Unusual, but it happened occasionally, so Coach Jackson checked that everyone was decent and then entered to see what the problem was. He knew at once from the body language that the problem was Erica.

"Hey, Coach," Erica called happily. "Eager to get the punishment under way, are you?"

"Sorry, Erica, but I'm not sure what you're on about," returned the coach. "Helen?" raising a general query as to what was going on.

"Ah, we haven't told the coach what the punishments would be. The punishments that we all agreed on, including you, Erica."

"Oh, I've no objection," said Erica. "I just insist that you have to provide proof before you can say anyone is guilty of a violation of the standards."

The coach spoke up. "Would someone like to get to the point and tell me what the actual problem is?"

Helen sighed. "When we got back from practice we found that someone had been through all out things and had taken all out makeup. It's not that valuable, but it's a mean thing to do. Erica was the only one in here alone. She was the only one who could have taken it and she hasn't denied it."

"Clearly, if I took it, I would be in violation of the code," admitted Erica, "and I would have to accept the punishment as nominated." 

At this point she shot a wicked look at Coach Jackson, making him wonder just what the penalty was.

"However," Erica continued, smirking, "suspicion isn't proof. No-one saw me take anything so that's the end of the story."

"I'm afraid Erica is right, Helen. I have to support her in this. However, Erica, to keep everyone happy, why don't you just open your locker and show the girls that you don't have their things."

Erica smiled. "I see no reason to do that. In fact, I'll stand on my rights and refuse unless you can get a search warrant?" 

"Which is Erica's locker?" asked the coach.

On having it indicated to him, he turned again to Erica and asked her to open it. Receiving a bland smile for a refusal, he shrugged. 

The coach the reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring of keys. Selecting one, he unlocked the locker.

"You can't so that," Erica protested. "That's illegal. You need a warrant."

"You seem to have mistaken a team meeting for a court of law," observed the coach. "The university, through its approved nominees, me in this case, have the right to check all premises on the university grounds."

Smiling he opened the locker, to reveal a nice little pile of cosmetics.

"Case proven," Erica was informed. "I believe you said that you'd go along with the approved punishment, so I'll leave you all to it."

Erica sniggered, while Helen blushed, looking tongue tied.

"I think Helen has something she wants to say to you before you leave," said Erica, sounding extremely smug for someone who had just been caught out.

"Helen?" Coach Jackson couldn't keep the suspicion out of his voice. 

"You said that the team could set the punishments and that you'd go along with them," said Helen, an ambiguous tone in her voice.

The rest of the team was pointedly looking elsewhere, leaving explanations to Helen, bar Erica who was enjoying the scenario.

"What punishment did you set?" asked Coach Jackson softy.

"We all agreed," pointed out Helen. "Even Erica and she knew we were aiming them at her."

"What punishment did you set?" repeated the coach.

"We said that the offender would be spanked. Nude. By you. While we watch," Helen's voice faltered at the end of her explanation.

"We all agreed, coach, and you did say that you would go along," murmured Erica.

"Right now," thought the coach, "I wouldn't refuse to spank each and every one of them. Nude!"

"Do you seriously expect me to go along with this?" he asked, appalled as the team promptly agreed as one.

"Erica?" 

"I was caught fair and square," she sighed, taking off her shorts. "I guess I'm yours to command."

Furious, the coach could only watch as Erica swiftly stripped until she was standing naked in front of him.

"And just how long is this spanking supposed to go for?" the coach asked.

Helen was looking at the little stack of cosmetics. She quickly flicked through them. 

"There are twenty things she took, so twenty seems to be a good idea."

Coach Jackson yielded. If this was what they wanted, this was what they'd get.

He sat down on the bench and indicated Erica approach. He then sat watching as she strutted towards him. She knew what she had and she was enjoying showing it off.

Erica lithely bent forward, positioning herself over his knee. He could see her lovely breasts dangling below her and his fingers itched. Erica seemed to find the whole situation superbly entertaining. 

Placing one hand on the small of Erica's back to stop her changing her mind, Coach Jackson raised his other hand and brought the palm down hard and fast upon Erica's buttock cheek, leaving a red hand print.

The immediate reaction to this was gasps from the team who had gathered around to watch and a surprised scream from Erica, who had apparently assumed a softer type of spanking.

"You had better start counting, Erica," the coach advised her. "You wouldn't want me to lose count, now would you?"

His hand came down again, on her other cheek, leaving another red handprint and getting another scream.

A few more solid spanks and Erica had changed her mind about the fun part. She was wailing now, calling on him to stop, while she tried to rise off his knee.

Coach Jackson continued the spanking, hitting hard and turning both cheeks a rosy red. He noted with interest that Erica's thighs had moved apart, as she instinctively tried to distract him.

After eighteen spanks, he paused.

"What's the count, Erica?" he asked. "I appear to have lost it."

"Twenty," she shrieked, "that's twenty. Let me up."

"No, it's not," snapped one of the team. "It's only eighteen. Two more."

"That's right," said Helen. "Only eighteen."

"Dear me, Erica, you fibbed to me. Do you think if we start again, you can keep a better count?"

"No. Please. It was supposed to be only twenty," wailed Erica.

"True," came the reply, along with the last two spanks. "But I'll give you one extra for telling me a little fib." The coach's hand came down with a final spank, this one missing her bottom but laying a stinging smack the length of her pussy.

Releasing Erica, the coach turned and looked at the rest of the team. 

"Are there any more punishments that I should be made aware of?" he asked politely. "Or do you think that you might like to review your scale of punishments before I discover some other little surprise?"

Helen glanced with satisfaction at where Erica was standing, rubbing her bottom and with tears in her eyes. 

"Um, we'll have a team meeting and discuss them," she offered.

"And you will let me have the list of agreed upon punishments as soon as you've done that?"

Helen nodded, enthusiastically, although he noticed that the rest of the team were looking approvingly at Erica's red bottom. Maybe Erica would learn something from that little episode. The coach sighed. She'd probably learn not to get caught.

Quitting the room, Coach Jackson headed back to his office. He'd barely entered the room when there was a knock, and at his invitation one of the team stuck her head around the door.

"Sorry, Coach," she said, with a giggle in her voice, "but we need you in the locker room again."

Coach Jackson gave her a look, which she calmly ignored, waiting for him. He signed and retraced his steps to the locker room. Entering he was relieved to see that Erica was now dressed, covering up that lovely figure. Counteracting that relief was the fact that Helen and Erica were squaring up to each other, Helen red faced and Erica with a smirk.

Obviously the spanking hadn't registered for too long, the coach observed, seeing that smirk.

"Does anyone care to tell me why my presence is required?"

"I will," said Mary, the young woman who had fetched him. "After you'd gone Helen had a go at Erica, and then, Erica being Erica, she had a go back. It finished up with Helen swearing at Erica, and Erica says that she's in breach of the conventions and that penalties apply."

The coach gave Erica a cold look. She shrugged. 

"If I have to abide by the conventions, then so does everyone else," she said politely.

The coach had to admit that she had a point. 

"Do the rest of the team agree that she broke the conventions," the coach asked Mary.

Mary hesitated for a second and then nodded. "I guess, technically speaking," she said.

"Helen?"

Still red faced Helen looked down. Then she nodded. "I lost my temper and screwed up," she said.

"OK. And what is your penalty supposed to be?"

Erica giggled. "We only set one penalty to cover everything," she said, "and we haven't got around to changing them yet."

For a bizarre moment, Coach Jackson wondered what would happen if he broke the conventions with some hearty swearing. Would he have to get spanked by the team? 

"You're not prepared to waive the matter?" the coach asked Erica, only to be quickly answered by Helen.

"I'm not accepting any favours from her," she snapped. "I'll take the penalty."

Without further ado Helen proceeded to strip, much to the coach's irritation. He was quite sure other coaches didn't get this sort of aggravation.

"And does your penalty tell you how many spanks I'm supposed to administer in this case?" he asked, watching the girls squirm a little at the exasperation in his voice.

"Five will be plenty," murmured Erica, and the rest of the team nodded agreement.

"Shut up, Helen," advised Coach Jackson, seeing her about to comment. 

Sitting down, he reached out his hand and drew Helen to him and across his knee. "Maybe this will teach you to think before you decide on penalties," he murmured.

His hand came down hard, and he heard Helen gasp, but no scream. He smiled to himself, and proceeded to apply four more hard spanks, leaving five distinct hand prints on her bottom. Helen gritted her teeth, refusing to yell.

Setting Helen back on her feet, he gave Erica another look, one which promised retribution when she got home that night. Erica calmly looked back at him, eyes bright.

With one eye watching with interest as Helen got dressed again, the coach turned and addressed the rest of the team.

"I trust I'm not going to be called back again for this type of activity?" looking around the team to see if anyone wanted to answer. "I mean, it's such a bore having to walk to my office, walk back here and spank, back to my office again. So if anyone is thinking of misbehaving...?"

There was a short silence, with the other members of the team not wanting to catch his eye. He could see the smirks and hear the muffled giggles, but wisely ignored them.

He nodded, satisfied and retired to his office.

Finishing up the work he had to get though, the coach was preparing to leave when there was a knock. At his invitation, Helen entered, blushing when she looked at him.

"I wanted to apologise," she said. "We should never have made you spanking us the penalty and we've agreed to suspend it. I'm not sure why we did. It just seemed like a good idea at the time. Even Erica went along with it. I never dreamed that you'd actually have to spank her. Or me," she added.

"I think that if you think back, you may find that Erica probably suggested it," Coach Jackson said dryly. "Probably in a laughing manner and the rest of you then picked up on it."

Helen stared at him, shocked. He could see her mind running through the team meeting, and saw the shock of realisation hit her. She blinked.

"She did," Helen cried. "Why did she do that?"

"This is Erica, remember. She would have done it for fun. Now think over today's little scenario and tell me what you make of it."

Coach Jackson could see Helen running through everything that had taken place. She stared at him, eyes wide.

"She deliberately arranged to get herself spanked with that silly stunt with the cosmetics, didn't she? Then she goaded me into swearing at her and used her earlier spanking to insist that I should get one too."

Helen stared at the coach, shocked. 

"Why would she do that?" she asked indignantly. "She deliberately set me up so you would see me naked, didn't she? That was her intent. The spanking was beside the point."

"I suspect that you're right. The team should probably consider itself lucky that she didn't contrive to get you all naked. With her devious mind she probably would have succeeded."

"But why?" wailed Helen. "All that trouble just to make me take my clothes off in front of you?"

"Would you have stripped for him if I'd just asked you?" asked Erica, coming through the door. "I wanted Ron to see you. You've got a lovely figure, you know."

"What? Ron? Who's Ron?" demanded Helen.

"Guilty," said Ron Jackson.

"You're Ron? But why did you want the coach to see me naked."

"I just told you. You've got a lovely figure and I wanted Ron to see it."

"Helen," Ron said. "It would take too long to explain right now. Why don't you come home with us and we'll tell you all about it. As an added incentive, when we get to my place I'll spank Erica all over again for you, for being such a bitch."

Helen looked from one to the other, comprehension dawning. "He's your mysterious boyfriend," she stated.

Erica smiled smugly.

"OK. So why do I need to go to your place for the explanation?"

Ron rose and moved around to the front of his desk. Reaching for Helen, he cupped her breast through her t-shirt and gently squeezed. 

"Because you have a lovely figure and we want to examine it in more detail," he said softly. "Coming?"

As the two young women trailed him out the door, he heard Helen ask Erica in a quiet voice.

"Do you really think you could con the whole team into standing naked in front of the coach?"

"Ten dollars says I can. Is it a bet?"



Team Mascot



"Excuse me, sir. Could you spare a dollar or two? I haven't eaten in two days," Carey pleaded.

The tall good looking and well dressed man about to enter the Starbuck's stopped to check out the much smaller woman speaking to him. She was petite, maybe five-four to his six-six stature. She was dirty but otherwise looked cute with brunette hair and blue eyes.

"You look too young to be on your own," Tory Rider stated.

"I'm nineteen," Carey Burke responded.

"What's your name?"

"Carey ... Carey Burke," she answered.

"Well, Carey, where you from?"

"York, PA."

"What brings you to New York City?"

"Just looking for work," Carey said, but her face showed more.

"I see," said the tall man eying her up. "Come on, Carey. I'll buy you some breakfast."

They waited in line, discussing what she wanted. Tory Rider ordered two large black coffees, an apple scone, and a fruit cup. He paid for everything and they sat to eat. The couple drew looks from several customers curious about the pairing. 

Cary devoured the fruit cup in two minutes and started in on the apple scone. She sipped the hot coffee to wash down the tasty but dry scone. Tory Rider smiled as he watched her eat and drink. 

"Feeling better?" he asked when she was done.

"Much, yes, thank you," Carey said.

"What're you going to do now?" Tory asked.

"I'm going to look for a job," Carey said.

"Like that?"

"What?"

"You could use a bath and some clean clothes."

"I guess so, sir," Carey said.

Tory studied her intently for a while. His cool gray eyes seemed to look right through her. His deeply intense focus on her strangely excited Carey. 'He's very handsome,' she thought, and though older, she could not stop being turned on by his gaze. It was just starting to arouse Carey when he finally spoke.

"You look to be in good shape. You ever do any cheering in school?"

"Yes, I was a cheerleader in high school," Carey admitted.

"Did you graduate?"

"Yes, sir."

"Follow me," Tory stated.

"What?"

"I said to follow me," Tory barked and turned to leave.

He barely held the door for her as they left. She followed him to his car, a BMW 750i. She lagged a bit behind as she thought through what was happening and tried to discern what she should do. He got in the driver's side door and started the engine. He already had the car in reverse when she slipped into the passenger seat. He was half out of the parking lot before she had time to buckle her seat belt.

"Where're we going?" Carey finally got the nerve to ask.

"My place," Tory said without any hesitation or restraint.

"What's at your..."

"A shower," Tory said plainly.

Carey watched as they crossed town to the Upper East Side. The buildings got progressively nicer and larger. She saw him hit a button on his rearview mirror as they pulled up to a private garage door. It opened and he sped inside. As the door closed, Carey got even more nervous about her decision to get into the car with him.

"This is where you live?" Carey asked.

"Yes."

"You must have a good job," Carey reasoned.

"I think so," Tory responded with a thin smile. "Come on!"

He emerged from the car and walked towards an elevator. Carey caught up to him as the elevator arrived. They stepped inside and he hit the top floor button.

Carey gasped to herself when he opened the door to the apartment. It was exquisitely furnished and expensive looking too. She had never seen an apartment nearly this luxurious that wasn't in a movie or picture somewhere.

"You like it?" Tory asked seeing her expression.

"It's spectacular," Carey replied gawking.

"Follow me."

Carey followed Tory to a back bedroom twice as large as hers back in York. It too was elaborately decorated. 

"You can shower in there," Tory said, pointing to an adjoining bathroom. 

"Then look for something to wear in there," he added pointed to a closet. 

"Don't bother with underwear," Tory stated and left.

"But..."

He never would have heard more even if she said it because the door closed shut. Carey went to it. Stared at it a second then pushed the lock button. She then walked around the room amazed at the luxury. When she went into the bathroom, she was enthralled. She had never seen a bathroom this nice. It was larger than all the bathrooms in her small house back home all together.

Carey would have loved to take a long hot bath in the huge tub but she was afraid to keep him waiting long. She showered using the fancy smelling soaps and shampoos in the shower. She dried with the super heavy bath towel on the brass bar outside the shower. Carey blew her long dark hair dry with a hair dryer available. It looked softer and shinier than she could remember in a long time. She used a brush from the vanity and combed her gorgeous straight brunette hair until it hung like silk down to the center of her back. She brushed her teeth with a new toothbrush she discovered and gargled. There were ladies deodorants and perfumes. 

Carey next checked out the closet. There were several very expensive and fancy evening gowns in there. She would have liked to put one of those on but realized it was probably not what he had in mind. In addition to the dresses, she found two expensive business suits, several pretty expensive blouses, and a couple of skirts. One was made of leather. All looked remarkably close to her size, if even a little big. She chose one of the suits, in red, and a gorgeous thin blouse to go with it. Carey remembered what he said about no underwear. She couldn't find any in the room anyway. Her book bag, which was her only luggage contained nothing but dirty clothes. 

It made her extremely nervous when she dressed without underwear. She looked at herself in the mirror with just the blouse on and could clearly see her nipples through the sheer fabric in the light of the bathroom. 'Oh, my god,' she gasped to herself, as she finished dressing. One of her boyfriends had liked her to dress sexily and to show her off to friends. It gave her an erotic thrill even though it still made her nervous.

It had taken close to an hour but Carey finally emerged from the bathroom to find Tory on the phone in the family room. She stood nearby waiting for him to finish until he noticed her and turned. He glanced at her up and down then went back to his call. Carey could hear him discussing a proposal for a trade. It sounded like some kind of sports negotiation. He hung up the phone and turned to her again.

"Take the suit jacket off," Tory commanded.

Carey hesitated. She knew the blouse was fairly sheer. They all had been in the closet so she didn't have a choice. If she took off the blazer her breasts and nipples would be clearly visible to him.

"Take it off now, Carey," Tory barked.

"But...but..."

"Carey, I have plans for you but you need to cooperate and do as I say. Do you understand me? If you don't want to, you can keep the clothes, and I will take you back to the elevator. The doorman below can show you out," Tory stated plainly.

"No... it's just that I..."

"Carey, just do it!"

Carey let the suit coat slip off her shoulders backward. With her arms back she could feel her breasts pressing into the tight fabric of the sheer silky blouse. The suit coat came off in her hands and she dropped it over the chair next to her. 

"Come here," Tory said.

Carey stepped slowly closer. She couldn't believe it but she felt a familiar tingle in the pit of her lower belly. 'Oh, my god,' she realized. 'Having him look at me is turning me on!' She moved tentatively to within a few feet of him before stopping. She watched as Tory eyed her body up and down. She could feel the moistness growing in her sex. 'Oh, geez, he is going to smell me soon if this keeps up.' 

He finally spoke. "Not perfect. Certainly not big breasts but you'll do. What are your measurements?"

"Ahh, I don't know exactly. I think 32-22-34," Carey answered. 

"And your bra size?"

"32B,"

"Sir!"

"Pardon me?"

"32B, sir," Tory commanded.

"Yes, sir," Carey acknowledged.

"Turn around and pull your skirt up," Tory stated.

'Oh, god,' Carey thought, but she did it hoping he wouldn't notice her wetness. 

This was more erotic than anything her boyfriend had ever asked her to do but it strangely turned her on a lot. 

"You have a sweet ass, Carey. Bend over."

'Oh, geez, he is going to notice for sure now,' she realized.

"Yeah, I think you'll do. Put you jacket back on."

"Yes, sir," Carey said, glad to move away, drop the skirt, and hide her wetness. 

As she put the suit coat back on Carey got the nerve to ask him, "Sir, ahh...ahh...pardon me, sir, but want did you mean I'll do, sir?"

"We need another cheerleader right now. Cameron sprained her ankle badly in practice the other day. You'll try out to be her temporary replacement. If you're worth a shit as a cheerleader, you'll have a job, at least temporarily. It'd be better if you had bigger tits but they'll do."

"What?" Carey gasped.

"What!" Tory said staring at her.

"Ahh...what, sir. I mean a cheerleader, sir?" Carey asked.

"Yes. Is there a problem?"

"No...no, sir. But...I'm not sure..."

"Not sure you can cut it as a cheerleader. Me neither but we'll see. You'll have to work hard and do everything I tell you. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good! Now follow me," Tory said rising from the chair. "This little discursion with you this morning has already made me late for two important meetings."

"Sorry, sir," Carey apologized, buttoning up the coat.

They exited the building again via the elevator and his car. He drove back across town to near the Starbuck's where they met. This time, however, he swung the car into an alley next to Madison Square Garden and pulled to a stop at the curb near a rear entrance. A uniformed man appeared to valet the car and get the doors. He helped Carey from the car by holding her hand. Carey then followed Tory as he was already heading inside. Another man opened the door for them. 

"Morning, Mr. Rider," the man said.

"Morning, Pete," Tory Rider replied.

As they walked down a corridor, Carey observed Tory being greeted by several people. Everyone called him sir or Mr. Rider. She then saw him pull out a cell phone and use it like a walkie talkie. He hit a speed dial button.

"Carol."

"Hello, Tory," Carey heard a female voice say in response.

"Carol, you near your office?"

"Yes, I can be for you. What do you have in mind?" the voice named Carol replied gleefully.

"Meet me there in five minutes," Tory said, more as a command than request.

"Yes, sir," came the reply. "Is this what I hope it is?"

"I doubt it," Tory responded and hung up.

Carey looked around as she trailed Tory Rider down the hall. He said hi to many people. One tall black man even greeted him as they passed in the hall. The black man wore New York Knicks practice clothes. 

"What's happening, Tory," the black man said.

"All's good, Jamal, "Tory shot back.

"Who's this little number?" Jamal asked observing Carey.

"Could be our replacement for Cameron," Tory responded.

"Nice choice, boss. Hope she can replace Cameron in all ways," Jamal said with a lecherous grin at Carey. 

They kept walking and Carey observed more Knicks signs and advertisements. Practically everyone but Tory wore something related to the New York Knickerbockers. He had on a suit, though. She saw a few New York Rangers clad people but they were not as numerous. They arrived at an office where the name plate read: Carol Redman, Cheerleading Squad Manager. Below that it read Knicks City Dancers. 

Tory didn't bother to knock. He opened the door and held it open long enough for Carey to slip inside too. A secretary behind a desk, outside an inner office, looked up.

"Hi, sir," she said.

"Hi, Belinda. Carol in her office?"

"Yes, sir."

Tory walked to the open office door and entered with Carey following. Sitting behind the desk was an attractive but older blonde of maybe thirty-five, Carey saw. The woman looked up and smiled broadly as soon as they entered. 

"Hi, Tory," Carol Redman said, standing and reaching over her desk to shake hands.

Carey noticed when she bent forward her huge breasts nearly popped out of her shirt. The visible lacy black bra seemed to strain to hold them back from falling out. 

"Hi, Carol."

"To what do I owe the pleasure," Carol said, with obvious emphasis on pleasure.

"Carol, this is Carey Burke. She used to be a cheerleader in high school. I thought she could fill in for Cameron while she recuperates. Give her a try-out. See if she can fit the bill until Cameron recovers."

Carol nodded hello to Carey and they shook hands. Carey got the instant impression that Carol found her disapproving. 

"I already have three good candidates coming in for interviews tomorrow. Girls that have worked professionally before," Carol explained, with some stress in her voice.

"Well, judge Carey versus them then," Tory said plainly.

"Okay, you're the boss."

"Carey, stay here with Carol. Come to see me at the end of the day when you're done," Tory commanded.

"Okay, sir," Carey answered.

Tory left her there with Carol. Carol eyed her again with a disturbed air. 

"Belinda!" Carol shouted.

When Belinda appeared at the door, Carol said, "Tory Rider thinks he has us a replacement for Cameron here. Get her set-up on paperwork, check her ID, and get a physical scheduled, will you, please."

"Sure, Carol. Right this way," Belinda said to Carey.

Belinda led Carey back out to a chair in the outer office and gave her an application to complete. When Carey finished it, Belinda took her into a ladies locker room. Two other attractive women with nice breasts were dressing after an apparent work-out. Belinda fetched a practice outfit from a closet and told Carey to put it on. Much to Carey's embarrassment, Belinda never left, but waited for Carey to undress and put the outfit on. 

"Don't you have a bra on?" Belinda stated, upon seeing her remove the suit jacket and unbutton her blouse.

"No. I'm afraid I don't have any underwear," Carey confessed and made it obvious she meant panties too.

Belinda gave her a knowing smile, "Oh, that Tory Rider. Here," Belinda said, retrieving a sports bra and thong from a new box in the closet. 

Carey got dressed while Belinda watched. The two other women looked over occasionally and whispered among themselves. When they finished dressing, they left. 

"Were they New York Knicks Cheerleaders?" Carey asked.

"Yeah. That was Heather and Melissa. They needed to work on some drills according to Carol," Belinda said.

"Am I trying out to be one of them?" Carey questioned.

"Yes. What'd you think you were here for?"

"Mr. Rider never exactly said," Carey explained.

"Sounds like Tory," Belinda replied. "He's a need to know kinda guy."

"Do you think I have a chance to really be a cheerleader for the Knicks?" Carey queried.

"Well, your experience is very weak and you don't have the measurements of our normal girls, but you never know. You seem to have friends in high places," Belinda observed.

"What is Mr. Rider's job exactly? Does he own the team?"

"Heavens no, girl. But he is the GM. He makes most of the decisions around here for the Knicks," Belinda explained.

"The GM?"

"General Manager, girl! Where you from anyway? Mars?"

"No. Just never heard that before," Carey confessed.

"How old are you anyway? Are you really nineteen like your license says?"

"Yes. I'm really nineteen. I just turned nineteen last month."

"Okay. Well, follow me," Belinda stated.

They went back to the office to meet up with Carol. She was working on some reports but got up as soon as they arrived.

"Okay, Carey. Let's see what you got. Follow me."

Carol led Carey out onto the gym floor. It was not the main gym floor but a practice court. Several of the Knick players were on the floor practicing shooting.

"Hey, Carol," one of the black guys said.

"Hi, John," Carol replied. 

"Who's your friend?" John asked, eying Carey.

"Oh, this is Carey. She's trying out as the replacement for Cameron until she recovers," Carol explained.

"She is, huh?" John said, extending his hand.

"Carey, this is John," Carol said.

"Hi," Carey replied.

"Not yet but maybe later. You want to join me?" he said mischievously. 

"John, she has to report to Tory after we're done."

"Figures. Tory always scores first around here," John said. "See ya round, Carey."

"Bye, John," Carey responded.

Carol instructed Carey on a series of exercises and routines. They started with the exercises and Carol watched her work through a series of different ones. It took close to an hour to finish the exercises. Then Carol led her through some simple routines and dance numbers. Carol would demonstrate once and then instructed Carey as she repeatedly tried it. It was nearly three o'clock before they were finished.

Carol walked Carey back to the office. She grabbed some messages, gave instructions to Belinda, and then had Carey follow her to the bathroom. They stripped down and took showers. They had individual stalls but could observe each other getting in and out. Carey discreetly checked out Carol's tits. They were magnificent but starting to sag a little. When they were dressed, Carol walked her to Troy's office.

He had a very plush office on a different floor. His secretary was gorgeous with fabulous large breasts. She was a redhead with creamy white skin. Her name was Penny Walker, Carey learned as Carol introduced her. Carol had Carey sit in the outer office as she met with Tory.

"How'd she do?" Tory asked.

"Well, to be honest, I thought she would bomb and I'd have to convince you your new bimbo was not the answer. However, she did quite well," Carol stated.

"Jealous, Carol?" Tory said, with a smile.

Carol ignored him, "She really has natural talent. I don't know where you found her but that lithe little body of hers moves with a definite grace. Dance moves that are tough or near impossible for some of the others, especially your usual big titted choices, seem to come natural to her."

"She is small for our standards," Tory agreed.

"Especially for your standards," Carol professed.

"Yeah, she says she is five-four and 105 pounds?"

"She's right on with that, we weighed and measured her."

"Well, can she make it?" Tory questioned.

"I'd like to evaluate the others tomorrow but Carey does have promise," Carol affirmed. "I'll admit some of the ones I have coming in are retreads from other organizations."

"Okay, let me know what you think," Tory stated.

"Tory, ahh...you know what I was hoping for when you first called this morning. You haven't had time for me lately," Carol said.

"What's the matter? You have plenty of big black cock to keep you happy around here."

"I get some but the guys are going more and more for the younger cheerleaders."

"Can't compete any longer?" Tory asked, with a grin.

"I'm still the best and you know it," Carol stated. "Want me to demonstrate on that beautiful big white cock of yours?"

"You ready for another bachelor party?" Tory asked, smiling and avoiding her suggestion.

"You always treat me like such a slut. You know all I need is your big cock."

"You love it, slut! You can't tell me you didn't get off at the bachelor party."

"It was okay. But I'd rather be your consistent squeeze again," Carol claimed.

"Okay! I heard afterward, you did the groom, and then you sucked off everyone there and fucked at least half of them."

"Where'd you hear that?"

"I have my sources. After all I'm the one that set it up, remember."

"Well, I don't recall it being quite that good," Carol tried to indicate.

"You were half drunk from what I also heard. Not likely you even remember every fuck," Tory proclaimed, with a laugh.




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"Okay...okay. It was fun. I have to admit it but I'd still rather just have you," Carol explained. "How about I come over tonight? I'll make that big cock of yours happy, I promise. You can even fuck my tight ass the way you used to like."

"No, not tonight, babe."

"Oh, right. You got your new little young slut out there. She can't take care of your needs the way I can," Carol affirmed. 

"Carol, not tonight."

"No way she sucks cock as good as me!" Carol stated. "Oh, but I bet she is tight, huh."

"Bye, Carol," Tory instructed. 

"Please, Tory. Soon, huh?" Carol sighed.

"Get out, Carol," Tory said, as the phone rang.

"Bye," Carol said, and she exited the office as Tory answered the phone.

Carol told Carey she would be in touch and left. Carey was puzzled by Carol's expression as she spoke and departed. She looked stressed from her conversation with Tory. 'What had he said to her,' Carey wondered. 'Had he made Carol take her against her wishes?' Carey worried she might not be getting off to the best relationship with Carol if Mr. Rider was forcing her upon Carol. Carey sat there deep in thought for another twenty minutes before Tory Rider came out of his office.

"Let's go, Carey," Tory commanded, and she fell in step behind him again as they exited.

"Where are we going, sir?' Carey found the nerve to ask.

"Home," Tory answered.

Carey was about to question that but held her tongue. She wasn't sure what to say or expect. Her life since asking this man for money this morning had changed in unimaginable ways. She was scared and excited by it at the same time. She just followed him to the car.

On the ride home Tory spoke, "Tell me about your life."

"Not much to tell really, sir."

"Well, try," Tory insisted.

Carey described her earlier life growing up in York with her parents and younger brothers. Her father left the family when she was ten. Her mom remarried three years later. Their life was pretty good for several years until her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. It turned out to be advanced and she died nearly six months after Carey graduated from high school. Soon after that Carey's stepfather started drinking heavily. It was then that their relationship changed. He tried to become more than her stepfather on several drunken occasions. She put up with it briefly, fighting off his advances.

"So you decided to make your way to New York City?"

"Yes, sir. Is that so bad?"

"Not if you intent to be a junkie or a hooker," Tory explained.

"What, sir?"

"Ever had a boyfriend?"

"Yes, sir."

"How many?" Tory asked.

"Three, sir," Carey said.

"Did you have sex with them?" Tory asked plainly, as if it was a natural question.

"Pardon me, sir...I...ahh..."

"You heard me, Carey. Did you fuck them?"

"I don't see where that is..."

"Just answer the damn question, bitch," Tory said.

"What...?"

"You heard me!"

"Yes, sir."

"Yes, sir, what?"

"I did have sex, sir," Carey admitted.

"You fucked them? All three?"

"Two of them, sir."

"Did you suck on them too?"

"Yes, sir."

"Those two?"

"All three, sir."

"You like it?"

"What, sir?"

"Sex, Carey?"

"Yes, sir."

Carey actually loved sex. She had often been the initiator with her boyfriends. The one boyfriend that had made her dress sexy also loved getting sucked off in public places where they might get caught. She had playfully resisted each time but always gave in when he insisted because it gave her a strange thrill. She loved the naughtiness of it and the power he exerted over her. 

Tory didn't ask any more questions or talk again until they were inside the apartment. To Carey's surprise a woman chef with huge tits was there. She was making dinner and it would be ready soon. Tory took a shower which gave Carey a chance to freshen up too. When Tory was ready they had dinner. It was a fabulous chicken dish and Carey ate heartily. She couldn't remember a better meal. 

The cook offered to stay a while but Tory told her to go after she had cleaned up, which she did. Tory went into the family room. He was casually dressed for relaxing at home with Knicks gym shorts and a practice tee. Carey watched TV with him but still in her red suit. 

Out of the blue Tory said, "You ready to work hard for this chance, Carey?"

"Yes, sir," Carey responded.

"This is a tremendous opportunity for you if Carol picks you. You know that don't you?"

"I do, sir. Thank you, sir."

"Carol wants to look at three cheerleaders with previous professional experience."

"Yes, sir."

"You'll sleep here until further notice. You'll stay here tomorrow while I'm at work and she is checking out the other candidates. I want you to work out in the exercise room and prepare yourself to compete. You understand me?" Tory demanded.

"Yes, sir."

"Come over here and take that suit coat off," Tory barked.

Carey slowly rose from the sofa and walked to his leather chair. She dropped the suit jacket on an ottoman before stopping before him. Tory looked at her in the lamp light from the table next to him. She had obeyed him and left the bra Belinda gave her in the locker she was given to store her sweats. Minus the jacket, the air conditioning and the thought of being on display for him made her nipples start to stiffen. She glanced down and could see the flimsy blouse did little to hide her deep pink nipples and the lighter pink, half dollar sized aureoles. Her pussy suddenly felt moist and a shudder passed through her body. It seemed like her clit was throbbing and sending signals directly to her now distended nipples. She ached to touch herself. 

"You want to be here, Carey?" Tory asked.

"Yes, sir," Carey replied.

"We will have certain rules of conduct if you stay her in my home, Carey."

"Yes, sir."

"You will call me master when we are alone. Do you understand that?" Tory stated.

"Yes, sir. I mean, yes, master."

"If others are around you can call me sir but otherwise it is master. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master."

"You have cute nipples, slave."

"Thank you, master."

"Are you getting wet in your pussy, slave?"

"Oh, god," Carey groaned. "Yes, master," as a new surge of lust passed through her making her tremble with desire.

"Take off you blouse, slave," Tory instructed.

Carey unbuttoned the blouse and pulled it from the waistband of the skirt. When it was completely open she slipped it off her shoulders and threw it onto the jacket. She stood before him with fully half inch extended nipples. Other than high heels she had from the closet, the only other article of clothing she had on now was the skirt. She could feel such moisture at her cunt that she feared she might leak down her leg right before him.

"Lick your nipples, Carey," Tory commanded.

Carey had only attempted this twice before. Her nipples sat high on her apple sized tits. She could just touch the tip of her tongue to the fully distended nipples if she pulled up on her firm titties. She licked both of them in turn for him, but it also gave her some relief from the deep burning in her cunt. Her nipples were extremely sensitive and she moaned slightly as she flicked her tongue across them. 

"Does that feel good?" Tory asked, with a knowing smile.

"Yes, sir...I mean, master," Carey corrected herself.

"You have sweet looking little tits," Tory said.

"Thank you, master, but they are not as big as everyone else I saw today."

"Yeah, well, might be time for a different look on the cheerleaders. Take off your skirt."

Carey paused for a second. She couldn't believe she was stripping completely in front of this older man. He was nearly old enough to be her father but somehow she was incredibly attracted to him. He seemed to have a power over her. It made her belly tingle when he commanded her to do things. Her pussy felt soaked as she unbuttoned the waistband and let the skirt fall to the floor. Carey felt like putting her hands in front of her sex. She had never stripped for anyone before. Her previous sex had consisted of backseats of cars and once in a barn. 

Tory watched her as she picked up the skirt and threw it with the other clothes. Then she stood completely naked before him accept for the high heels. He looked her up and down. When he stared at her fur covered snatch, she thought she would swoon. Her legs felt weak and she could feel the moisture increase in her cunt. She wanted to look down but dared not. She was sure she was dripping wet. She could smell her own arousal now and thought he must too. 'Oh, god,' she thought. 'Is he going to fuck me now? Or make me suck his cock? I hope he does fuck me. I'm so turned on I'll die if he doesn't touch me soon.' 

"Come closer," Tory commanded. 

"Yes, master," Carey said, but the words sounded choked in her throat.

She stopped right before him in the big chair. Even seated he was almost as tall as her. His legs framed hers on either side. He looked her up and down again.

"I see your pubes match your hair color exactly."

"Yes, master."

"It's cute but I still want you to shave everything off tomorrow when I'm at work. You'll find everything you need in your bathroom. I want it completely bare. I'll decide later if I want you to add a strip back or not."

"Yes, master. Is that going to be my bedroom and bathroom, master?"

"Yes, but you probably won't sleep in there often."

"Yes, master," Carey replied, realizing the meaning of what he was saying.

"Spread you pussy lips for me. I want to see all of you, slave."

"Yes, master."

Carey pulled her lips open for him. Her moist pink tiny pussy glistened in the light from the lamp. She spread herself to give him a better look inside. She was so turned on. She couldn't remember ever being more excited. 'If he just touches me, I'll probably cum,' she thought. 'Oh, god. I hope he does touch me and soon.'

"Show me your clit," Tory commanded.

Carey pulled her upper lips back to expose her hood. With her forefingers she pushed the hood back and her little knob peeked out all smooth and wet. Her nail grazed it and she moaned and stiffened with the bliss. 'It would only take him to do that,' she realized, 'and I would cum like mad.'

"Touch yourself there again but don't cum," Tory stated.

"Oh, god," escaped Carey's lips as she did as she was told.

Her forefinger teased tenderly around her hard little knob and her legs trembled with the touch. Carey gritted her teeth and tried to think of something other than the pleasure emanating from her tiny organ. "Oh, geez," she hissed as she closed her eyes to concentrate on not cumming. "Please, master. Please let me cum."

"Stop touching yourself, slave," Tory commanded.

"Oh, god," Carey groaned, pulling her fingers back from her clit. 

"Get down on your knees, slave."

"Yes, master."

"Pull my gym shorts down," Tory said standing. 

Carey reached up and pulled on the waistband. She eased the gym shorts down his legs and he helped her by stepping out of them. She could see movement beneath his loose silk briefs that surprised her. Next he instructed her to remove the silk briefs. She did the same but gasped as his cock came into view.

"Oh, shit," Carey said, without thinking.

"What's the matter, slave?" 

"It's so big...master. It's too big." 

"It's not even hard yet, slut. You haven't got me completely hard."

"Oh, god, master. It'll never fit. I've near seen one this big before soft."

"How big were your boyfriends in high school, slut?"

"I never measured, master. I think about six inches when they were hard."

"You'll learn to love it, slave."

"But, master. It's so thick too. I don't even think I can suck it."

"You'll learn, cunt. You'll learn to take it all the way down your throat and love it. You'll learn to take it all inside you and eventually up your ass. You understand me, slave?"

"Yes, master," Carey said gulping down her concern as she stared at the magnificent cock. 

'It has to be nine to ten inches and it's not even hard,' Carey's mind processed. 'It's going to split me in two. It's going to hurt.'

Tory settled back down in the chair. Carey watched as the huge cock wobbled around as he moved. His testicles also hung down on the edge of the chair like two large eggs inside a big skin sack. 

"Take it in your hands, slave," Tory barked.

Carey tentatively reached out and took hold of the big cock like it was a boa constrictor and she was afraid of it. When she lifted it to look closer at the massive head, she could feel it pulse with life in her hands. She unconsciously licked her dry lips as she feasted on the huge column of flesh in her hands. 

"Stroke it and kiss the head, cunt," Tory commanded.

Carey's hands began to move slowly, watching the skin of the large dick slide smoothly over the shaft. The circumcised head was starting to swell more. Carey could feel the cock stiffening. Her own pussy was aching for relief. She was torn between fear of this big cock and what it might do to her, and the need to stuff it inside her and squelch the deep burning ache, which was nearly unbearable.

Carey leaned in and kissed the big helmet shaped head. It was still expanding. If it got much bigger she doubted she could even get it in her mouth. She kissed it several times. Her stroking was having the desired affect and his cock had grown to huge proportions. It was hard and pointing right at her mouth. 'Oh, my god,' Carey moaned to herself nervously. 'This dick is incredible. I hope he doesn't kill me with this thing.'

"Lick it now, slut."

Carey stuck out her tongue and flicked it gently over the head. She worked around the slit and around to the ridges of the head. She licked down one side and up the other. Her three boyfriends had always complimented her on her blowjob abilities. She even sometimes swallowed depending on her mood and where she was. She wasn't sure though that her previous skills were any match for this cock. She realized too, he had probably had this majestic cock sucked by many women before her. Carey began worrying that she could even please him.

She had him pretty wet with her saliva when he said, "Suck on the head, Carey."

Carey opened her mouth as wide as she thought she could and managed to fit the huge cockhead into her mouth. It seemed to fill her mouth completely, yet she found room enough to move her tongue. Carey had always had an active tongue during blowjobs which the boys before seemed to appreciate. She hoped Tory would too. He let her suck him for a while. Her hands continued to stroke the now steely hard cock. It had to be ten inches at least she thought, maybe more, and thick. 

Carey tried to bob her head up and down on his cock. Unlike her smaller boyfriends, whom she could take most of, Tory's cockhead hit the back of her mouth before she was half way. 'No way is this going to fit down my throat,' Carey reasoned. She already felt like gagging every time the big head wedged into the back of her mouth.

Tory let her go for a while. She didn't have half the cocksucking skill of others like Carol Redman but she wasn't bad. She seemed to go at it with gusto and tried hard to vary the stimulation. He could feel the back of her mouth. He decided to wait for another day to force her to take him into her throat. He liked having his balls licked too but that would also be another day. 

Carey slurped away on the knob of his cock. She was getting into sucking the huge head. His cock was so much more to work with than her previous lovers. Carey had known herself to have orgasms from just giving head. She was so turned on now that she began to squeeze her knees together to avoid cumming before he said. He had yet to talk of any punishments if she disobeyed him but she dared not find out. 'The worst would be,' she reasoned, 'if he made me leave.'

"Okay, stand up," Tory suddenly said.

Carey groaned her disapproval of having to give up his cock and stood before him. His head easily level with her budding nipples. She gasped loudly when he pulled her close and sucked one of the ripe turgid nips into her mouth. 

"Ahh...," Carey grunted at the exquisite feeling.

His tongue and lips on her nipples excited her cunt even more. 'If he doesn't touch me there soon I'm going to die,' Carey growled to herself.

Tory worked both nipples simultaneously, one in his mouth and the other with his fingers. He was obviously an experienced lover and Carey found herself nearly ready to cum when he suddenly stopped.

"Oh, god, please, master," Carey howled her disappointment at his stopping. 

"You want to cum, slave?"

"Yes, please, master. I don't know if I can stand it any longer."

"Come up on the chair, little one," Tory said, helping her stand astride him with her feet on the seat of the chair. 

Her pussy was right in his face. He spread her cunt lips making Carey groan. He exposed her deep pink inner core and her little clit. 

"I'm going to suck you now but don't you cum till I tell you."

"Yes, master," Carey grunted, not sure she could do what he wanted she was so turned on.

'Oh, god, if he just touches me I'm going to cum,' Carey thought. 'I can't help it.'

Tory put his hands on her soft yet firm beautiful ass. He pulled her to his tongue as he licked around her outer fur covered lips. He teased all around her hole without actually entering. Carey moaned her desire and her hands tenderly held his head to her cunt wanting so bad to push him against her.

Finally, Tory's tongue dipped into her heated wet box and extracted drops of her dripping juices. Carey howled as she fought not to cum. His tongue teased her like no other. She had one boyfriend that had liked eating pussy but he was a rank amateur compared to the pleasure Tory was giving her. 

"Please, master!" Carey shouted. "Please let me cum!"

"Not yet, little one," Tory said, putting his tongue into her cunt and drove it deep inside her, making her howl anew.

"Oh, fuck," the curse escaped her lips almost unknowingly. "Master, I can't hold it any longer. I can't hold it. Please, master...ahh..."

"Okay, slave. You can cum," Tory said momentarily removing his mouth.

In the next instant though, he sucked her clit into his mouth. Carey's orgasm hit her so hard her legs threatened to give out. He was practically holding her up as he sucked on her super sensitive knob. Carey threw her head back and howled to her release.

"Ahhh...," she screamed, as the waves of bliss coursed through her body. 

"Oh, shit," she growled, as her orgasm threatened to tear her apart from the inside out. 

Tory held her as she trembled like a leaf in his hands. Her 105 pounds was no problem for the much larger and stronger man to hold up as his tongue moved from her clit to her cunt to feast on her flowing juices. He lapped at her sweet tasting syrup as it ran from her hole. 

Carey's head was still back and only, "Ggggh," escaped as other words caught in her throat. She had never cum this good before. Sure she had given herself orgasms and several times the fast firing boys had actually managed to make her cum. But this was like a whole new world. Her body felt like it had drifted to a new astral plane. The pleasure was far more intense than anything she had previously experienced.

"Oh, god," Carey finally managed, as she slumped like dead weight in his strong hands. 

Tory let her slide down in his arms until she sat on his lap with his huge cock pushing up right between her legs. The huge bright red head stuck above her small thighs. Eventually her eyes opened to look into his steely gray ones. He was smiling at her though. 

"That was great...master," Carey proclaimed.

"Glad you enjoyed it, little one. Now kiss me."

Carey eagerly kissed him. It was only seconds before their tongues were seeking the other's mouth. They kissed for what seemed a long time. Carey felt like she was falling in love with this man. He had a strange power over her. It actually gave her pleasure to please him and obey him. She wondered what was happening to her that he could command her like this. She felt like she was his to use anyway he wanted. His pleasure was her pleasure. 




Team Mascot



The kissing ended when Tory lifted her up so she hovered menacingly over the head of his big cock. Carey looked down to see the mammoth cock twitching with pent up desire. Her mouth instantly became wet and she licked her lips looking at it. She strangely no longer feared it inside her. She had to have it. Please him. Let him impale her on his turgid pole. Let him make her his. 

"Put it inside you," Tory said.

Carey aligned her cunt hole with the head of his cock and pressed down. She had ridden a cock before but this was different. This one threatened to stretch and tear her poor little pussy. The cocks that she had taken were small or average and she had not had sex in two months. The head lodged tight in the slight opening of her cunt. Her legs and his arms held her perched like a bird sitting on a stick.

"Oh, god," Carey hissed, as the cockhead stretched her opening. "It's so big, master."

"Take your time," Tory agreed. 

Carey slowly let more of her weight down on the cock. The cockhead still hadn't completely entered her. It pushed against the opening making it expand to accept it. Carey pressed down some more when she felt more relaxed. It was starting to hurt but she was determined to accept him inside her. One more push and the head popped past the tightly stretched ring of muscle at her cunt opening and moved inside. 

"Oh, fuck," Carey howled. "It's so fuckin' big. It hurts."

"Go slow, little one," Tory said.

He had no desire to hurt her or certainly not to do permanent damage to her. However, he had fucked many tight cunts before and knew she could handle him given enough time to adjust. Besides her pussy was squeezing the head of his cock like a vise and it felt incredible as each inch entered her. 

"Damn...shit," Carey bellowed, as the spear she was sitting on pushed up inside her body. 

Carey looked down and only a couple inches were inside her cunt. She felt so full. She wasn't sure how much more of his cock she could take. Tory helped hold her up. He also sucked on her nipples. The pleasureful stimulation to her nipples helped with the pain spreading from her pussy. 

Carey settled down once again and more slid up inside her. Luckily she had been extremely wet from all the foreplay and her orgasm. She tried not to think what pain he could have given her if he had just shoved his cock insider her. 'I might have passed out,' Carey said to herself. 

A bit more sank into her. "Oh, mother," Carey bellowed.

"God, you're tight, girl," Tory moaned too. 

"Holy shit! You feel like a telephone pole inside me," Carey grunted.

"Pull off a little and then push down again," Tory stated.

Carey did as she was told. When she pushed back down the fullness was intense. She started slowly fucking herself on the huge cock. Only about an inch or two moved inside her at first but eventually more and more eased in. After about five minutes of fucking over half his cock was buried inside her on the down stroke.

"Oh, mother of god," Carey growled, as his giant dick stretched her completely. 

'Now I know what having a baby feels like,' Carey said to herself. 

A few more minutes of fucking and her pussy began to get used to the massive intruder. It moistened as the pain turned to pleasure. Slowly more cock entered her until most of his cock was inside her. Carey rode him but her legs were starting to tire. Tory sensed this and picked her up in his arms. He carried her to his bedroom still impaled on his big cock. He slowly lowered her to the big bed. He didn't bother to worry about the comforter as he started fucking her now.

"Oh, god," Carey moaned, as the wonderfully huge dick spread her pussy wide open each time it descended inside her. 

'He's going to destroy my insides with that huge cock,' she secretly worried.

"Damn, you're tight, slave," Tory growled.

"Master, your cock feels huge inside me," Carey moaned.

Tory started picking up speed when he felt she was more relaxed. Her pussy had stretched to accept the big cock. Carey began to feel a delicious sensation in the core of her sex. It started to intensify and spread as he fucked her. Soon she was pushing her cunt up to meet his downward thrusts. The longer they fucked the more intense the feeling grew until she knew an orgasm was seconds away.

"Oh, god! Fuck me, master," Carey hollered.

"Take my big cock, my little slave," Tory growled back.

"Give it to me, master. Make your little whore slave cum, please."

"Oh, fuck," Tory groaned. "I sure will, slave cunt."

Tory pumped his cock into Carey until she went over the edge. She howled as he speared her. Her climax wracked her body like a hurricane. She had never felt such bliss. This was even better than the tonguing he had given her before. This was a deep, all penetrating cum that grew from her toes and froze in her brain. She gasped for air as the waves of bliss tore through her. Her mouth hung open in a scream where no sound escaped.

Tory kept fucking her even as she came down off her climax. She barely had time to recover when she felt another approaching orgasm. Tory was fucking her more urgently. Carey had no idea what made her remember this at that instant but she did.

"Master, I'm not on the pill," Carey moaned.

"Oh, fuck," Tory howled, as his own orgasm grew just below the surface.

His balls were tight to his body and boiling his seed for release. Now he had to find another place to put it besides inside her. That is unless he wanted to risk getting her pregnant on the first fuck. He pounded into her until she came again. She trembled beneath him with the intensity of a wonderful cum. Her juices soaked his cock making squishing sounds as he fucked her. 

Tory went till he knew the end was near. He pulled out of her at almost the last second. 

"Suck it, bitch!" he yelled.

Carey may have been a novice at sex but she had done this once before. Her last boyfriend liked to cum in her mouth after fucking and before he came. She slid off the bed and attached herself like a leech to his cock just before he bellowed his release. 

Carey had always been able to handle her boyfriend's discharge of cum. She wasn't prepared for the deluge of cum about to invade her mouth. The first blast filled the back of her mouth and coated her tongue. The second pulse was every bit as big or bigger and filled her mouth to capacity. She tried to swallow as the third shot out. She managed to get her throat open to swallow the load in her mouth, which she did. However, the third blast caught her with an open throat and shot right down making her choke. She coughed out cum as the big dick discharged another massive load into her mouth. Carey continued to cough until after Tory stopped cumming. Her chin and tits were covered in cum that had spewed from her mouth. 

Tory pulled his cock out of the choking girl's mouth. He looked down at her as she tried to clear her throat and recover. His cum dripped off her chin in erotic ropes of jizz. Her cute little tits looked sexy covered in his sperm. He smiled down at her as she managed to recover.

"You okay?" Tory asked. 

"Yes, master," Carey replied weakly, still gasping for air. 

"Lie back on the bed, slave."

"Yes, master."

Tory inspected her cunt. It was still gaped open from the recent massive intruder. He could see a spot of blood on the comforter and on the very bottom of her gash. He would have to give her a day or so to heal before fucking her again. 

"What is it, master?" Carey asked.

"You're fine. Just a slight tear. You'll be okay in a day or two."

"Oh," Carey moaned. 

She could feel the stretched condition of her pussy. It did hurt a little but it also somewhat longed for the fullness that big cock gave her. She almost wished he wanted to fuck her more. 

"Let's go shower together in my shower," Tory said.

"Yes, master," Carey agreed.



Team Meeting



Rachel twisted the barrel of her ball point pen absently between her fingers while staring mindlessly at the image of next years budget plan projected onto the screen. Next to her, Debbie twisted a strand of long blonde hair which had some loose from the sensible pony tail she usually wore to work. The meeting had been running for an hour already and the drone of Ben's voice was starting to make Rachel incredibly sleepy. 4:30 pm on a Friday and stuck in a meeting was not her idea of a good start to the weekend.

She stifled a yawn and tried to arrange her pretty features into something resembling concentration. Immediately opposite her, Pete noticed her attempts and gave her a sly grin. Rachel smiled back. Any attention from Pete, the best looking guy in the office, was welcome as far as she was concerned. Rachel had decided a long time ago that she would love to get to know Pete better, but he always seemed to have at least several very attractive girls demanding his attention. She wasn't going to boost the guys ego any more.

A sharp tap on her leg brought her back to reality and she looked up from her manicure to see who it was who had kicked her. The rest of the sales team was looking towards the screen. She was just starting to think it had been an accident when she felt a more gentle pressure sliding slowly up and down her leg. Someone had taken their shoe off and was very softly massaging the top of her foot. As the toes attached to the unknown foot slid along the side, easing her shoe off her heel so it was dangling from her toe, Rachel felt herself blushing. Her breathing quickened slightly and a shot of adrenalin prickled in her stomach.

Rachel, although puzzled, was enjoying the sensations this unexpected distraction was sending up her leg and, it was certainly much more interesting than sales targets and projected profits. Opposite, Pete cast another grin at her. 

'Aha!' thought Rachel 'So you want to play a little footsie, well two can play at that game'. 

She shifted her weight forward in her chair and very deliberately placed her left foot as high up on Pete's thigh as she could without falling off the front of her seat. Pete's turned his head slightly towards her and raised his eyebrow in amusement. Rachel increased the pressure slightly and Pete took a sharp breath which he covered with a cough. She felt Pete's hand on her ankle, his fingers pressing into the soft dip at the top of her heel. Rachel had just begun to slide her foot out of her shoe when she became aware of the rest of the sales team shuffling their papers and getting up to leave. She pulled her leg back and the foot that had been caressing hers disappeared. 

Next to her, Debbie was asking her if she wanted to get a coffee in the lounge and talk about some of the issues the meeting had raised. With difficulty, Rachel composed herself and politely declined, 

'Actually, I need to have a quick word with Pete' she said, looking deliberately across at him. 

Pete, eternally cool, answered her 

'Yeah sure, I need to go over last weeks figures with you anyway, it could take a while, I hope you didn't have anything special planned tonight?' 

Rachel smiled 'no, it's fine' she replied.

Rachel took her seat again, crossing her legs at the ankle. Pete took the seat Debbie had been sitting in and for a moment they were silent, waiting to make sure everyone had left. A few seconds before the silence became uncomfortable Pete cast a glance down Rachel's legs before focusing on her shoes, he laughed softly and raised his eyes to Rachel's face which was turning a pretty shade of pink. 

She was starting to feel very silly. Without saying a word, Pete slipped out of his chair and knelt at Rachel's feet. He lifted a pointed toe in his hand and placed a kiss right on the tip. Rachel, although she could hardly believe what appeared to be happening lifted her foot and placed it gently under Pete's chin. Tilting his face up towards her she smiled and with one movement pressed the stiletto heel hard against Pete's chest sending him over backwards. 

Rachel dropped to her knees and on all fours made her way across the carpet to where Pete was half sitting. Her shirt hung forward revealing just a glimpse of her bra cupping a pair of smooth brown breasts, Pete made no attempt to hide the fact that he was looking straight at Rachel's cleavage. This time it was Rachel's turn to smile at Pete's indiscretion. 

'You like the look of them?' she asked. 

'What's not to like?' said Pete quietly, licking his lips.

Rachel continued to crawl on all fours across the carpet, her skirt sliding up and down her thighs with every movement of her hips. Pete's breathing quickened and a thin film of sweat broke out on his upper lip. He had always wondered if Rachel was as dirty as he thought she could be. He was about to find out. 

Rachel had now reached Pete's knees. She crept closer to him. Grazing her breasts over his knees, up his thighs, just, but not quite touching his crotch and finally up his chest she moved her lips slowly up his neck, not quite touching the skin, but breathing hard enough for him to feel it on his skin. Gently she took his earlobe in her teeth and bit. Pete moved his head slightly to the side and kissed Rachel's neck softly.

Rachel's index finger slid between the top two buttons on Pete's shirt and they slipped open easily. She stroked the hollow at the base of his neck and wondered why, even though they had hardly touched each other, she was so wet. The realization that she was so aroused sent a bolt of lust through her and she gasped. Pete smiled into her hair and turned her face to his, cupping her cheeks in his hands. He bent his mouth to hers and kissed her hard. Rachel moaned. 

'You're shaking' Pete whispered. 

Rachel signed quietly in response, nibbling at Pete's bottom lip. 

As their bodies rose from the carpet so they could press into each other more deeply, Pete mumbled something,

'What was that?' said Rachel, 'I didn't catch what you said' 

'I said, why did you pick today to start playing footsie under the table?' 

A confused frown flickered over Rachel's forehead. 

'I didn't start it, you did' she said. 

'But... I didn't do anything' Pete looked as confused as Rachel. 

A sudden noise made them both look towards the door. Because of their position behind the boardroom table, all Rachel could see was a pair of shoes. 

'It wasn't Pete that was playing with your feet Rachel, it was me' 

The shoes began to walk across the carpet. The shoes were attached to a very long, well defined pair of legs. As they stalked across the carpet, the hem of Debbie's skirt came into view. Rachel was stunned, embarrassed and extremely turned on. 

'Is this a private party or can anyone play?' asked Debbie standing in front of the disheveled couple who were still kneeling on the floor. 

'I think there's room for one more' smiled Pete. 

Without hesitation, Debbie dropped to her knees, forwards and kissed Rachel full on her mouth, her left hand slipped inside Rachel's shirt while her right hand pulled at Pete's shirt buttons. Rachel closed her eyes and a soft moan escaped her lips, being kissed by Debbie was pretty fucking hot she thought. 

Pete could hardly believe his luck. His cock immediately stood to attention, pressing against his leg. He moved the fabric slightly and Rachel opened her eyes and looked directly at his crotch. 

'It's not going to be much use if it stays in there' she said, 'I want to see you play with it'. 

Pete swallowed hard, it was good to hear someone take control for a change. He reached down to his zip and pulled it down, the tiny vibrations of the zip sending tingles of pleasure up the shaft. With a deft flick of his wrist, his cock sprang free and stood to attention. A tiny drop of moisture at the tip made a mark on his white shirt. He gripped it tightly and started to rub the tip with his thumb, his head thrown back. 

Debbie turned her face so her cheek was pressed hard against Rachel's. For a moment they watched Pete rubbing his cock, moving the skin up and down the shaft in slow deliberate strokes. They glanced quickly at each other, smiled and as one moved together to where Pete was sitting. Debbie began kissing Pete on his mouth and neck while Rachel took his cock in her mouth and sucked the top, caressing the shaft with her tongue. 

Pete slipped his hands inside Debbie's top and began to play with her hard nipples, Debbie's hand was tangled in Rachel's hair, pushing her head up and down so Rachel's mouth moved smoothly and rhythmically on Pete's shaft.

Rachel felt a flood of warmth between her thighs. She loved feeling a hand on the back of her head while she had a hard hot cock in her mouth. Her nipples strained against her bra, sending prickling sensations through her breasts, up her neck and down into her stomach. She reached one hand round to the zip on her skirt and pulled it down. With a wriggle, her skirt fell to the floor and she pushed her kickers to one side and stimulated her clitoris with a finger, wet with Pete's juices. She pushed her hair back and saw Pete pulling Debbie's top over her head. Debbie's breasts, naked under her top were being pulled upwards by the fabric and Rachel couldn't help but touch them. 

Pete sat back slightly so he could look at the two half naked girls in front of him, Debbie wearing her skirt and shoes, Rachel wearing her half unbuttoned shirt, knickers and stockings. Debbie's chest was rising and falling and her eyes were half closed and slightly glazed. 

Rachel was grinning, a smear of moisture at the side of her mouth, smudging her lipstick. The three of them sat for a second, breathing heavily. Pete rose to his feet and held both hands out for the girls to take hold of. He moved over to the end of the boardroom table and lifted Debbie up onto the top of the shiny wood. He pulled Debbie's skirt up to her hips, spread her legs and raised an eyebrow as he realized Debbie wasn't wearing any knickers. 

'I want to watch you play with yourself right now' he said quietly. 

Debbie licked her fingers and ran them up and down her thighs for a moment before they found their way in between her wet pussy lips and onto her clitoris. She began to stroke slowly and gently while playing with her nipples with her other hand. 

Pete lead Rachel over to the plate glass window which faced out into the office area. He removed her shirt while he kissed her, then he turned her round and pushed her forward slightly so she had her back to him and her breasts were pressing against the cold glass. He moved behind her and took hold of his cock in one hand, his other hand pulling her damp knickers to one side. 

'Move your feet apart' he whispered in her ear. 

Rachel did as she was told. Pete pressed the tip of his cock between her thighs and slid deliberately into her. Rachel moaned and pushed back onto him. Pete turned his head to the side and watched Debbie playing with herself, she looked back at him, holding his gaze before slipping off the table and kneeling in front of Rachel. While Pete fucked her from behind, Debbie buried her face in Rachel's cunt, flicking her tongue over her clitoris and sucking it into her mouth. 

Rachel's head was thrown back, eyes closed and both hands pressed against the glass. She half opened her eyes and with a jolt of shock, she saw that on the other side of the glass, just inches away from her, stood a man. He had his trousers around his ankles and his cock in his hand. He was sliding his hand up and down the shaft in slow rhythmical movements, while staring directly into her eyes. Rachel gave a tiny gasp of surprise but was so turned on, she decided to play the game. 

She smiled at the man on the other side of the glass and he smiled back, moving his hand faster and glancing down towards his hard cock and back up into her eyes. He seemed to be willing her to cum and Rachel was happy to oblige. The heat spreading up her thighs was becoming deliciously unbearable. 

Debbie, kneeling on the floor still had her face buried in Rachel's slit, her tongue occasionally catching Pete's cock on his outstroke. Thinking about this was all that Rachel needed. 

'Oh please....now...' she managed to whisper before the rolling waves of pleasure, gentle at first, began to ripple through her. 

Pete, feeling the tightening sensations, groaned and let his own orgasm envelope him. The man on the other side of the glass was coming too, the incredible sight in front of him allowing him to shoot cum onto the glass window. Rachel, through half closed eyes, watched the mans face, crumpled in pleasure.

Afterwards, Rachel would always wonder if the man on the other side of the glass had been Debbie's idea all along, but since all of them promised never to talk about what happened in the boardroom, Rachel figured she would never know.



Team Meeting



It didn't make sense to Philip. There he was working at the fast food place he had been working at for the last two years and he wondered how his boss still had her job. Christine was not the smartest tool in the drawer, but she definitely was one of the prettiest. She had long blond hair that normally extended beyond her shoulders although she usually wore it in one of those hair nets the company required her to wear. She usually overdid it on her makeup, always wearing that same deep red shade of lipstick and a little too much blush. She had the brightest of blue eyes, bright enough to sparkle if the light hit it just right. Her body was hidden under the company uniform, but the shirts she wore betrayed her perky breasts although in Philip's mind it was probably because of a wonder bra. 

No matter what she looked like, Christine always made really dumb decisions when it came to her job. Whether it was forgetting to order something for the new promotion or over scheduling, it was always her fault when something screwed up and it was also his job to fix it. Philip had been covering her ass since he was transferred to her store and it was getting old. Phillip was wondering what it was going to take for him to get transferred out or to take over. It wasn't until he was told to report to a manager meeting that he realized what Christine did to keep her job.

The meeting was being held at the franchise headquarters in the middle of the market and it took Philip a while to find it. His Kia Rio was still pulling into the complex when he saw the really tiny logo on the side of door. He noticed that the windows around the door as well as the door itself had white plastic covering where the glass was. It was Philip's first time going to the office since his transfer since they moved it there, so this struck him as odd. He sat in his car as he watched two other guys walk into the office. He didn't recognize them at all, but figured that they were store managers from other stores in the area. 

He then saw his District Manager walk in. Todd was in the company for a few years and his Ken doll looks made it easy to see that he was very spoiled and very lazy. His hands always seemed to be perfectly manicured and smooth, almost as if they never touched a spatula or a mop handle. He wore a brown dress shirt with matching slacks. As he walked into the office, Philip saw him looking around as if he was looking for spies. This also shocked him a little. 

Then he saw Christine. Her hair was down so it flowed beyond her shoulder blades. Philip noticed her makeup wasn't as thick as it usually was. What really got his attention though was the outfit she was wearing. She wore a cheetah print halter top that accentuated her perky breasts and a matching mini skirt. For the first time, Philip saw her legs and noticed how long they were. She wore a pair of black heels that made her ass look really tight as she slipped through the door. 

It wasn't until she walked through that he walked over to the door and attempted to enter. However, he discovered that the door was locked. This perplexed Philip because he knew the meeting hadn't started and that he was expected to be there. As he began to walk around the building, he noticed an open window and carefully snuck up before looking into it. The scene before him shocked him. 

It wasn't much of a view, but he was looking through the Market Manager's office into the main room and he saw Christine on her knees before Todd. She had his member fully in her mouth as his hand was pushing her head forcefully up and down his shaft. Philip took the chance of sneaking through the window and carefully moving forward until he had a better vantage point to see everything. He noticed the other two guys in the room already undoing their slacks and allowing their dicks to come into view. He started hearing Todd taunting Christine about her numbers and about how many mistakes Philip had to fix that week. 

As Christine's mouth kept sucking Todd, Philip noticed the other two moving towards her before one undid her halter top and allowed her breasts to come into view. Philip kept quiet as he saw Christine's nipples for the first time. The nipples were already hardened and the areolas were dark. One of the other men already had his hands reaching around and pinching her nipples. As Christine pulled Todd's cock out of her mouth, she moaned louder as the pinches became more forceful. Soon, she stood up and undid her mini skirt to reveal her lack of panties. Philip saw that Christine was clean shaven and seemed to have no hair in her area whatsoever. She then lay back on the table before all three men before they swarmed her like sharks on a fresh carcass. Todd's dick shove into her pussy as the other two men placed their cocks within her reach near her mouth. As Christine's legs were placed over Todd's shoulders, she started begging for him to fuck her faster. She then started stroking one man's cock with her hand as her mouth covered the other. Both men took a breast each as their hands began to pull her nipples. 

Philip had a hard time not undoing his pants and pulling his dick as he watched Todd pounding her. It wasn't long until both men at her head began to stroke their dicks hard and began to deposit their seed on her face and exposed tits. Christine had loud moans as soon she felt Todd emptying his cock into her pussy. It was a quick moment of euphoria as Philip heard keys attempting to open the door at the other end of the office. Quickly, he leapt through the window and ran back around the front before noticing the market manager attempting to walk in. 

As the key turned into the lock, they began to walk in and noticed the three men only in the meeting room. Philip looked around before he noticed Christine walking back in from the Market Manager's office wearing a different blouse and a pair of slacks. Philip thought about the scene he saw before and realized that she had the extra clothing hidden for this get together. As the meeting started, all Philip could think about was the look of contentment on Christine's face when the men climaxed on her face and tits. It was very difficult for him to concentrate until the Market Manager called on him to see if he would be willing to transfer to a newer store. Philip accepted almost immediately, almost thoughtlessly. He then noticed the look of sadness on Christine's face and his mind began to reconsider. 

The meeting ended promptly an hour later after they discussed the timeline when Philip would be moving out of his current store. Philip had a hard time looking at Christine because he knew that this promotion would screw her over and not in the literal sense either. He began to walk towards his car as he heard her calling him from behind. As he turned, he noticed her briefcase in her hand and the cheetah printed clothing peeking out of it. The look on her face was sad and down and Philip knew that she was contemplating her future without him cleaning up her messes. They stood there talking for about ten minutes before a few drops of rain told them to take shelter.



Team Meeting



Rachel twisted the barrel of her ball point pen absently between her fingers while staring mindlessly at the image of next years budget plan projected onto the screen. Next to her, Debbie twisted a strand of long blonde hair which had some loose from the sensible pony tail she usually wore to work. The meeting had been running for an hour already and the drone of Ben's voice was starting to make Rachel incredibly sleepy. 4:30 pm on a Friday and stuck in a meeting was not her idea of a good start to the weekend.

She stifled a yawn and tried to arrange her pretty features into something resembling concentration. Immediately opposite her, Pete noticed her attempts and gave her a sly grin. Rachel smiled back. Any attention from Pete, the best looking guy in the office, was welcome as far as she was concerned. Rachel had decided a long time ago that she would love to get to know Pete better, but he always seemed to have at least several very attractive girls demanding his attention. She wasn't going to boost the guys ego any more.

A sharp tap on her leg brought her back to reality and she looked up from her manicure to see who it was who had kicked her. The rest of the sales team was looking towards the screen. She was just starting to think it had been an accident when she felt a more gentle pressure sliding slowly up and down her leg. Someone had taken their shoe off and was very softly massaging the top of her foot. As the toes attached to the unknown foot slid along the side, easing her shoe off her heel so it was dangling from her toe, Rachel felt herself blushing. Her breathing quickened slightly and a shot of adrenalin prickled in her stomach.

Rachel, although puzzled, was enjoying the sensations this unexpected distraction was sending up her leg and, it was certainly much more interesting than sales targets and projected profits. Opposite, Pete cast another grin at her.

'Aha!' thought Rachel 'So you want to play a little footsie, well two can play at that game'.

She shifted her weight forward in her chair and very deliberately placed her left foot as high up on Pete's thigh as she could without falling off the front of her seat. Pete's turned his head slightly towards her and raised his eyebrow in amusement. Rachel increased the pressure slightly and Pete took a sharp breath which he covered with a cough. She felt Pete's hand on her ankle, his fingers pressing into the soft dip at the top of her heel. Rachel had just begun to slide her foot out of her shoe when she became aware of the rest of the sales team shuffling their papers and getting up to leave. She pulled her leg back and the foot that had been caressing hers disappeared.

Next to her, Debbie was asking her if she wanted to get a coffee in the lounge and talk about some of the issues the meeting had raised. With difficulty, Rachel composed herself and politely declined,

'Actually, I need to have a quick word with Pete' she said, looking deliberately across at him.

Pete, eternally cool, answered her

'Yeah sure, I need to go over last weeks figures with you anyway, it could take a while, I hope you didn't have anything special planned tonight?'

Rachel smiled 'no, it's fine' she replied.

Rachel took her seat again, crossing her legs at the ankle. Pete took the seat Debbie had been sitting in and for a moment they were silent, waiting to make sure everyone had left. A few seconds before the silence became uncomfortable Pete cast a glance down Rachel's legs before focusing on her shoes, he laughed softly and raised his eyes to Rachel's face which was turning a pretty shade of pink.

She was starting to feel very silly. Without saying a word, Pete slipped out of his chair and knelt at Rachel's feet. He lifted a pointed toe in his hand and placed a kiss right on the tip. Rachel, although she could hardly believe what appeared to be happening lifted her foot and placed it gently under Pete's chin. Tilting his face up towards her she smiled and with one movement pressed the stiletto heel hard against Pete's chest sending him over backwards.

Rachel dropped to her knees and on all fours made her way across the carpet to where Pete was half sitting. Her shirt hung forward revealing just a glimpse of her bra cupping a pair of smooth brown breasts, Pete made no attempt to hide the fact that he was looking straight at Rachel's cleavage. This time it was Rachel's turn to smile at Pete's indiscretion.

'You like the look of them?' she asked.

'What's not to like?' said Pete quietly, licking his lips.

Rachel continued to crawl on all fours across the carpet, her skirt sliding up and down her thighs with every movement of her hips. Pete's breathing quickened and a thin film of sweat broke out on his upper lip. He had always wondered if Rachel was as dirty as he thought she could be. He was about to find out.

Rachel had now reached Pete's knees. She crept closer to him. Grazing her breasts over his knees, up his thighs, just, but not quite touching his crotch and finally up his chest she moved her lips slowly up his neck, not quite touching the skin, but breathing hard enough for him to feel it on his skin. Gently she took his earlobe in her teeth and bit. Pete moved his head slightly to the side and kissed Rachel's neck softly.

Rachel's index finger slid between the top two buttons on Pete's shirt and they slipped open easily. She stroked the hollow at the base of his neck and wondered why, even though they had hardly touched each other, she was so wet. The realization that she was so aroused sent a bolt of lust through her and she gasped. Pete smiled into her hair and turned her face to his, cupping her cheeks in his hands. He bent his mouth to hers and kissed her hard. Rachel moaned.

'You're shaking' Pete whispered.

Rachel signed quietly in response, nibbling at Pete's bottom lip.

As their bodies rose from the carpet so they could press into each other more deeply, Pete mumbled something,

'What was that?' said Rachel, 'I didn't catch what you said'

'I said, why did you pick today to start playing footsie under the table?'

A confused frown flickered over Rachel's forehead.

'I didn't start it, you did' she said.

'But... I didn't do anything' Pete looked as confused as Rachel.

A sudden noise made them both look towards the door. Because of their position behind the boardroom table, all Rachel could see was a pair of shoes.

'It wasn't Pete that was playing with your feet Rachel, it was me'

The shoes began to walk across the carpet. The shoes were attached to a very long, well defined pair of legs. As they stalked across the carpet, the hem of Debbie's skirt came into view. Rachel was stunned, embarrassed and extremely turned on.

'Is this a private party or can anyone play?' asked Debbie standing in front of the disheveled couple who were still kneeling on the floor.

'I think there's room for one more' smiled Pete.

Without hesitation, Debbie dropped to her knees, forwards and kissed Rachel full on her mouth, her left hand slipped inside Rachel's shirt while her right hand pulled at Pete's shirt buttons. Rachel closed her eyes and a soft moan escaped her lips, being kissed by Debbie was pretty fucking hot she thought.

Pete could hardly believe his luck. His cock immediately stood to attention, pressing against his leg. He moved the fabric slightly and Rachel opened her eyes and looked directly at his crotch.

'It's not going to be much use if it stays in there' she said, 'I want to see you play with it'.

Pete swallowed hard, it was good to hear someone take control for a change. He reached down to his zip and pulled it down, the tiny vibrations of the zip sending tingles of pleasure up the shaft. With a deft flick of his wrist, his cock sprang free and stood to attention. A tiny drop of moisture at the tip made a mark on his white shirt. He gripped it tightly and started to rub the tip with his thumb, his head thrown back.

Debbie turned her face so her cheek was pressed hard against Rachel's. For a moment they watched Pete rubbing his cock, moving the skin up and down the shaft in slow deliberate strokes. They glanced quickly at each other, smiled and as one moved together to where Pete was sitting. Debbie began kissing Pete on his mouth and neck while Rachel took his cock in her mouth and sucked the top, caressing the shaft with her tongue.

Pete slipped his hands inside Debbie's top and began to play with her hard nipples, Debbie's hand was tangled in Rachel's hair, pushing her head up and down so Rachel's mouth moved smoothly and rhythmically on Pete's shaft.

Rachel felt a flood of warmth between her thighs. She loved feeling a hand on the back of her head while she had a hard hot cock in her mouth. Her nipples strained against her bra, sending prickling sensations through her breasts, up her neck and down into her stomach. She reached one hand round to the zip on her skirt and pulled it down. With a wriggle, her skirt fell to the floor and she pushed her kickers to one side and stimulated her clitoris with a finger, wet with Pete's juices. She pushed her hair back and saw Pete pulling Debbie's top over her head. Debbie's breasts, naked under her top were being pulled upwards by the fabric and Rachel couldn't help but touch them.

Pete sat back slightly so he could look at the two half naked girls in front of him, Debbie wearing her skirt and shoes, Rachel wearing her half unbuttoned shirt, knickers and stockings. Debbie's chest was rising and falling and her eyes were half closed and slightly glazed.

Rachel was grinning, a smear of moisture at the side of her mouth, smudging her lipstick. The three of them sat for a second, breathing heavily. Pete rose to his feet and held both hands out for the girls to take hold of. He moved over to the end of the boardroom table and lifted Debbie up onto the top of the shiny wood. He pulled Debbie's skirt up to her hips, spread her legs and raised an eyebrow as he realized Debbie wasn't wearing any knickers.

'I want to watch you play with yourself right now' he said quietly.

Debbie licked her fingers and ran them up and down her thighs for a moment before they found their way in between her wet pussy lips and onto her clitoris. She began to stroke slowly and gently while playing with her nipples with her other hand.

Pete lead Rachel over to the plate glass window which faced out into the office area. He removed her shirt while he kissed her, then he turned her round and pushed her forward slightly so she had her back to him and her breasts were pressing against the cold glass. He moved behind her and took hold of his cock in one hand, his other hand pulling her damp knickers to one side.

'Move your feet apart' he whispered in her ear.

Rachel did as she was told. Pete pressed the tip of his cock between her thighs and slid deliberately into her. Rachel moaned and pushed back onto him. Pete turned his head to the side and watched Debbie playing with herself, she looked back at him, holding his gaze before slipping off the table and kneeling in front of Rachel. While Pete fucked her from behind, Debbie buried her face in Rachel's cunt, flicking her tongue over her clitoris and sucking it into her mouth.

Rachel's head was thrown back, eyes closed and both hands pressed against the glass. She half opened her eyes and with a jolt of shock, she saw that on the other side of the glass, just inches away from her, stood a man. He had his trousers around his ankles and his cock in his hand. He was sliding his hand up and down the shaft in slow rhythmical movements, while staring directly into her eyes. Rachel gave a tiny gasp of surprise but was so turned on, she decided to play the game.

She smiled at the man on the other side of the glass and he smiled back, moving his hand faster and glancing down towards his hard cock and back up into her eyes. He seemed to be willing her to cum and Rachel was happy to oblige. The heat spreading up her thighs was becoming deliciously unbearable.

Debbie, kneeling on the floor still had her face buried in Rachel's slit, her tongue occasionally catching Pete's cock on his outstroke. Thinking about this was all that Rachel needed.

'Oh please....now...' she managed to whisper before the rolling waves of pleasure, gentle at first, began to ripple through her.

Pete, feeling the tightening sensations, groaned and let his own orgasm envelope him. The man on the other side of the glass was coming too, the incredible sight in front of him allowing him to shoot cum onto the glass window. Rachel, through half closed eyes, watched the mans face, crumpled in pleasure.

Afterwards, Rachel would always wonder if the man on the other side of the glass had been Debbie's idea all along, but since all of them promised never to talk about what happened in the boardroom, Rachel figured she would never know.