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Center of Attention Ch. 01

By: Erotic Reverie



"Freak?" I think to myself. Is that who I am dealing with? Here I am, sliding open the steel plate door of a warehouse in an alley at 2:00 am on a Thursday morning wondering if I am going to be jumped and left for dead. I do not normally go wandering around at this hour of the night in places like this but there is a reason....

It all started so innocently, the two-hour conversation at a bar one Tuesday night. It flowed and felt right- it was evident there was a mutual interest. When I decided to leave, an exchange of business cards, because these days you do not want somebody to know where you live...it is just safer. And now, I find myself in the midst of something intriguing and bizarre.

At first I thought there would be the usual obligatory midday telephone conversations and maybe a date. Instead, it started with a telephone message left for me on my office voice mail at 4:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning telling me to not trash an e-mail from noirfriend34@blahblahblahISP.com because it was coming from her and was not spam or some infected file from a stranger. Well, I got the e-mail and it was not what I expected. It was cold, direct, to the point- no-frills. Time, date and place. Nothing more. It left me guessing.

I slide the door open and step inside. I peer in, no killers in here. An envelope hangs for me on an elevator door in the dim light of the alcove. I opened it and am instructed to take the elevator to the third floor. The elevator key is inside the envelope. Where am I? What the hell am my doing here this hour the morning? Why am I doing this again? It's turning out to be just like the two prior times. Yes, two prior times. Intrigued? The e-mails would come forty eight hours in advance and tell me when and where to go. The first time I reluctantly went despite the fact that it was at a bizarre hour in the middle of the week. Sometimes, curiosity kills a cat. Other times, sex drives the dog. I leave it for you decide which when I am.

The first time, she laid out her expectations, telling me what to do and how to do it. The second time, I was on my own to meet her expectations. She mentored me when I demonstrated a flaw. This time I am obliged to exhibit perfection or else...

I turn the key, the elevator shudders and takes me up. It is anticipation which courses through my veins. But the anticipation only serves to heighten the expectation of the lust that smolders deep within my soul... I am addicted to it, I cannot escape it. I do not know what she wants from me, but what I do know is that I cannot figure it out right now. I am left guessing. It is clear to me that despite our conversation in the bar, this is not personal, it is purely sexual, and at a level I have never known from a woman.

As the elevator eases to a stop my breath shortens knowing the door is about to slide open and I will meet her. I turn the key to lock the elevator on the third floor- access is everything. The door slides open to a dark room. My eyes need to adjust, I do not see anything but dim lights across the room. I smell something that is clearly not the warehouse smell I anticipated. It is some kind of incense. I step out of the elevator and into a dark cavernous room.

Each time we met in a different place, in a different setting- a closed office, a closed library and a docked sailboat. Once again, this time is something new. The room is large, maybe 30 by 30. The ceiling is about 10, maybe 12, feet high and the room is stark save for some carpeting and painted drywall. The wall opposite the elevator door is bricked and what looks like a platform for a bed juts out into the middle of the room.... 

...and there she sits on the edge of the platform. All around her are small votive candles. Maybe a hundred, maybe a hundred and a half, illuminating the wall behind her and the floor before her, creating a glow in just that portion of the room. Outside the glow is pitch black. It is shrine like in appearance. Total silence, flickering candles in the dead middle of the night.

I take about 10 steps forward, my heart pounding within my chest knowing what is to come... the tension is thick.... She whispers "bear yourself". I disrobe. I am totally naked, just like her. She sits on the platform edge, naked save for her feet in black pointed toe, spike heeled shoes with an ankle strap and gold catch, which are positioned flat on the floor. She leans slightly forward, her breasts gently sway. The candle light gently playing off of them, one moment illuminating her erect pink nipples, the next her alabaster breast, back and forth- as if her nipples were being gently teased, licked and caressed by the light.

Silently I walk towards her and kneel between her spread feet. I have actually rehearsed this moment numerous times in my head. Regardless, the intensity of the moment is still the same. As I kneel, she leans back ever so slightly, bracing herself on locked elbows, hands flat on the platform floor. She says nothing at all. Her sex is slightly spread and offered. It has been on my mind for days and now it is inches from my face.

I place my hands on the top of her thighs and bring my lips to the inner part of her knee. I slowly kiss her inner thigh, careful to smell her scent. The advance towards her sex is slow and deliberate, there is no need to rush. This is what she asks for. As I approach the place where the upper thigh meets her hip- I interchangeable kiss and flick my tongue across her skin- from the base of the crease up to her hip, across her lower abdomen to the other side moving down in the same methodical manner. I have not touched her sex yet. I have seen it....

I love a woman's erogenous zones, especially her sex. It is not just the sex itself but the way each woman chooses to keep it. If trimmed, it is her choice, an expression shared with her lovers. She prefers to keep hers trimmed- lips clean shaven, the hairs above sculpted in a hairy rectangular shape. 

It is inside of her, below the rectangular patch where I lust to be...I fantasize about it nightly because she has never let me go there... it has driven me crazy since this 'game' began. I keep coming back to meet her with the hope that she will allow me the pleasure- I think my hopes are for naught. At each of our prior meetings my dreams were dashed....

I gaze directly at her sex. It is excited. The inner lips protrude out past the outside ones. She reaches down and runs two fingers between the outer lips further exposing her inner ones. They are engorged, pushing out like flower petals anticipating a spring rain shower. She holds her lips open and I proceed. The very tip of my tongue softly runs from the base of one inner lip up to the top where the two meet. I repeat myself on the other, this time going slower. I lick her fingers. A subtle deep sigh emits from her in response. After the second one I move to tantalize the tip of her clit, gentle flicks of my tongue tip and subtle kisses. I hear more intermittent sighs and a deep breath. I do good work....

All I have wanted to do for the past few weeks since we first met was to take her. The sexual tension has risen within me daily as I wondered when the next e-mail will arrive, as I played with myself at nightly, each time I have pleasured her. I just want to lay her on her back and raise her legs to take her, bring my swollen head to her soft inner petals as they reach up asking for pleasure- gently part them, tease them, glide by them as they part for me and permit my passage passionately deep within her. She would hold me tight and I would sensuously please her until we released together.... 

I bring my lips to her sex and kiss her inner lips, softly bringing mine to hers in sweet embrace. I gently insert my tongue, delicately moving it in and out to tease her whole inner sex- it dances impaled on my tongue. She is enjoying this- she begins to work her clit with the tip of a finger, lightly pulling it up and then pushing down, and then in a circular motion. I hear her breath- she breaths heavily through her nose to try and maintain control...

Repeatedly, she whispers encouragements- "oh yes" and "please more"-this time in higher pitches. I know she is close. I pull back and insert a finger and find the 'spongy' muscle within her. I manipulate it the way she likes- slow strokes. I lick her clit and suckle her fingers more. Her legs go up and over my shoulders, thighs beginning the tell tale quiver. Her ankles cross behind my head. I move my tongue in and out of her over and over, slowly pulling and pushing her within. Her thighs slowly begin to shake and tighten around my head, sound becomes slightly muffled, her pelvis shudders and bucks. She leans back, laying down. I grab her hips with my hands and hold her down her writing hips. She gasps loudly and arches her back as the orgasm overwhelms her. I continue kneeing for a moment to regain my bearings. 

Normally I get up, dress and leave without a word. I expect no different this time. As I rise, she sits up and whispers, "Wait." She reaches for my erect penis, grabbing the shaft. She begins to massage it, moving her hand up and down to move the skin but not the muscle itself. She peers up from under her eyebrows and says, "I need to thank you. You must have been going mad with my demands, thinking of taking me and being denied. I can be selfish, but isn't this fun? I really should express my gratitude. You have not only pleasured me but shown me that I have something within myself that I thought I never had." This part was not rehearsed, it is spontaneous.

My lips move to ask her what that is and I am interrupted by a finger to my lips signaling my silence. She opens her mouth and brings it to my cock. I feel the hot breath as she descends on it. That warmth is always the most erotic- it is both the first physical feeling and the heightening of anticipation of an always welcome act. Her lips touch my swollen head and kiss it. She suckles it and the takes me in all the way. Her left hand on my ass, the right guiding my cock into her mouth. Slowly she descends... She takes me deep and then slowly brings me out, and back in again, ravenous for me. She is good. She removes it from her mouth and licks it- the head, shaft and balls. She really takes her time and is enjoying every second of this. I too cannot complain...

I am close. I want to delay it, prolong the sensation. Bide for time and hope she will let me fuck her. She pulls off of me. For the first time I notice her hand is stoking her sex. She takes my hand and licks the fingers which were inside of her. "I love the taste... it gets me so excited when it is on someone else...Feels good?" she coyly asks. I nod affirmatively. 

"Want to take me?" she asks. 

"Oh yes," I reply. 

"Mmmmm, that would be really fun.... I bet you are so pent up that you would do things to me that would drive me crazy...." she said descending her mouth back onto my cock. "You would probably give me a proper forceful fucking, get the frustrations out... could you control yourself? Do not bother to answer. I'll leave it to your imagination and mine. Maybe for another time." What a tease she is..... 

"I want to taste you," she says. She deep throats me again. I am so close- I feel my head begin to tingle- its that humming tickling like sensation I get around the tip of my head as I well up. The base of my cock beings to pulse, throb. I do all I can to stave it off. Breath deep, my hands on her shoulders, fingers digging in, my back arches and my body tightens.... Sensing the physical signs she brings her hand to my balls and palms them, moving in a circular manner... 

My mind races to the image of her wet shaved pussy and her inner lips. Suddenly from the tip of my cock races that orgasmic sensation down to my balls and I explode, pushing forward and down into her throat, she opens it and swallows, bobbing her head up and down taking it all. 

I am exhausted and speechless. She has drained me and relieved me of frustration but leaves me craving for more. As I come to she stands up, takes me by the shoulders and whispers in my right ear, "You must go now. Until we meet again..." 

She walks away, looks over her shoulder and slyly smiles at me as she disappears into a dark corner of the room, hips swaying, one foot stepping in front of the other. Tease till the very end. 

I chose not to pursue her, for I do not know the consequences. I will continue 'playing along'. 

Center of Attention Ch. 01



Disclaimer: All characters in this fictional story are 18 years or older, and all names are ficticious.

Eighteen year old Debbie Ross walked into Jake's corner grocery store to pick up a few things for her mother. The stunning beauty was fresh out of high school and ready to take on the world. And Jake was well aware of the sexy blonde girl, as she often would stop in and chat with him. For years he had watched her grow into a fine woman, and although married, he often felt his cock harden whenever he saw her. And her tits, they were overly large for her age. He would daydream about sucking on them, after she would visit lately.

The young lady walked up to the meat counter and said, "Hi Mr. Collins. How are you today?"

"I'm fine Debbie. Always good to see you. How is your mother?"

"Oh, she's really great. She told me to say hi for her. I need a pound of sliced ham please," she told him.

He walked back to the grinder, and began to slice some ham for her. He was glad that the meat counter was high, otherwise she'd catch a glimpse of his own meat. Jake was in his mid-fifties, and he sure wasn't getting much at home. His wife Julie had been busy going to bingo and shopping, while sex was an after-thought to her. All though he loved her, a man needed sex. So what was the harm if he had lusty thoughts about this young vixen and dreaming about her sucking his cock.

"So tell me Debbie, did you find a job yet? I know you must want to go to the mall with some spending money. Every young lady loves that," he said.

"I really haven't thought about it Mr. Collins. I don't know what I'd really be good at."

He handed her the wrapped meat and said, "Have you ever thought about being a hostess? You could get some spending money that way. Anything else for your mom?"

"Mom wants some potato salad. I never really thought about a job yet. But the money would sure come in handy. I have no idea what a hostess does," she said.

He scooped out some potato salad into a container, and told her, "Well, my older friends have get-togethers weekly at each of our homes. It's an all guy thing where our wives and girlfriends go out for the night, allowing us to to meet to talk and play pool and poker. It's just a bunch of longtime buddies having a night out each week. We could always use a hostess. It pays $100 a night, plus we tip well. It would just be a few hours once a week."

Debbie's eyes opened wide when she heard the $100 and tips. She thought to herself that there were a lot of things she could buy for a $100. But she wasn't sure. She really liked Mr. Collins and thought he was handsome for his mature age, but being around men that age would be a first for her. She wasn't naive to know that mature men were always ogling her when she pretended to not notice. She was well aware of the guys her age, and she knew they were always trying to get into her pants. But older men, well they were lecherous, but never impolite like the crude guys she went to school with or dated.

"I don't know Mr. Collins, what would I have to do?"

He handed her the container of potato salad and said, "You would serve the guys drinks and food. Plus, you would be eye candy for guys who really don't get to see young, pretty things like you. Just dress sexy, and you would be surprised how easily you can earn some money. Is there anything else your mom wants?"

"Mom wants some bread and potato chips. Your offer sounds like fun. And I could really use the money. Would there be all guys there? I'm just curious," she said.

Jake walked with her to get the groceries her mom wanted and told her, "Yeah Debbie. There are four of us. They all are about my age. Would that be a problem?"

"I guess not Mr. Collins. Sounds like lots of fun. What do you think I should wear?

"He led her to the counter to pay for the groceries. He did his best to hide his rigid hardon. He couldn't believe that this hot woman could possibly be their entertainment tonight. And knowing his buddies, she could be their plaything if everything worked in their favor. As he rung up her groceries, he adjusted his cock behind the counter, which was getting increasingly uncomfortable.

He told her, "The party is tonight at my house. The sexier you look and the less you wear, the more money you could earn. All these men are businessmen with financial wealth. What they don't have is a pretty lady around to make them feel younger. Are you interested?"

Debbie was excited. She definitely wasn't a virgin, and the thought of turning these mature men on made her panties wet. But the idea that four mature men like Mr. Collins lusting after her all at once, was thrilling to her. She always fantasized about being an exhibitionist, and this could make her fantasies come true.

"You have yourself a hostess, Mr. Collins. Where is your place?"

Grinning from ear to ear, Jake wrote down his address and handed it to her, along with her groceries. 

"I don't know if your mother would approve, so I think it would be best if this stays between us. My buddies and I will definitely not say a word to anybody. The groceries are on me, and here is $50 to go buy something very sexy. Come over about 8 o'clock. And please call me Jake. This will be pleasure, not business, Debbie," he laughingly told her.

"I'll see you tonight, Mr. Col....errrr Jake. I promise I won't tell my mother. Thanks for the money, and I better get to the mall as soon as I can," she said.

And then she was gone. As an elderly lady customer walked into the store, he gazed at the young woman's sexy ass and hoped to kiss it soon as it faded away.



Standing at her mirror in her bedroom, she looked at herself. She thought to herself, "Damn, I look good enough to eat." She giggled to herself at that thought.

The sexy siren had a hard time deciding what to buy to wear tonight. She finally came across a cheerleader's uniform complete with pom-poms. She picked up a half bra and decided that panties would only get in the way. While she was surprised at Jake's offer for her to be a hostess, all day she was excited thinking about the possiblities of actually teasing these older men and seeing their hard cocks. She had always loved her father, and when he left her mother after having an affair with his secretary, she was heartbroken. So the last few years she hadn't had a father figure in her life, and her friendship with Jake actually filled the void, somewhat. 

She smiled to herself as she looked back at the reflection in the mirror. Her aroused nipples were uncovered over the bra, and poked through the blouse invitingly. She had several of her buttons undone, showing off the creamy expanse of her large breasts. She swished her short, plaid skirt and she saw her shaved cunt relecting back at her. She wore knee-high white socks and black buckled sandles, and she could feel her pussy seeping down her inner thighs. She realized that soon, she would not be the only one getting to view this erotic sight. 

After applying some lipstick and makeup, she was ready. She walked the few blocks, and when she heard the whistles from several guys in a sportscar, she just gave them a dirty look and headed up the sidewalk to Mr. Collin's door. She rang the doorbell, and was greeted by Jake.

"Oh my God Debbie! I guess the $50 I gave you was well spent. My buddies are sure going to love you. Come on in," he beckoned her as his cock lurched painfully to attention.

Without any obstructions like counters, Debbie took notice of his predicament. She smiled as she knew she was the cause of his condition. And she intended to see if she could help him with it, as she hated to see him in such distress. 

After following him into the house, she was greeted by three men, all in their fifties or sixties. Their eyes were riveted to her body, and she made sure to sashay into the room, keeping their attention on her.

"Debbie, this is Bob, Dave, and Bill. Guys this is Debbie. She agreed to be our hostess tonight." Then turning towards the girl, he handed her an envelope saying," this is the agreed upon amount for you being our hostess. Whatever you earn the rest of the night is up to you."

She stuttered out, "Ummm, thank you Jake. So, when do I start?"

"Let me show you around, and come with me to the kitchen. Guys, you go set up the poker table in the den. We'll be there shortly," he said.

They headed for the kitchen after she set her pom-poms down, with Jake taking frequent glances at the sexy blonde. His cock was so hard her gave up trying to hide it. Her milky tits were begging to be unleashed. But, first he had to conduct the business, and tell her of her duties. 

"Beer and soda is in the fridge. We have sandwiches and pretzels and chips. We'll be playing poker, and your duty will be to serve us. Now remember, these guys are sex-starved, so it's up to you how daring you want to be. Whatever happens here doesn't leave these doors. I trust my buddies with my life. But I have to warn you, we are four very horny guys!"

She giggled as she said, "Don't worry about me, Jake. I wouldn't be here if I was afraid. Do you like my outfit?"

She looked down and saw his cock trying to burst from his shorts. She made sure that he noticed her staring at his crotch. She wanted to tease these guys, and then she wanted to get fucked. All day her pussy was steaming as she thought about her first multiple male encounter. And the thought that these older men had her more turned on than any guy her age ever did, made her happy that she decided to come.

"Damn girl, you are so hot in that uniform. I am sure there are three horny men with raging cocks out in the den thinking about you right now," he moaned out.

She laughed as she said, "Yeah, and you are quite happy to see me too. Go out with the guys, I'll get the beer and snacks and be out in a minute."

He quickly left as she gathered up the food and beverages and put them on a tray that was on the counter. She opened another button, and grabbed the tray and headed into the other room. When she got there, four lusty sets of eyes followed her as she entered the den.

She studied the older men before her, as they began to deal out cards and try to concentrate on their poker game. Jake was the handsomest of the four, with slightly graying hair in places, and slim in build. She already knew he was packing quite a bulge from seeing it outlined in his shorts earlier.

Her eyes moved to Bob. Bob was a bit overweight, but seemed like a lot of fun. He was the joker, as she listened to him telling jokes as she walked to the card table. He still had dark hair, and she imagined he dyed it to look younger.

Dave was directly across from her and looked to be the oldest, as he had all gray hair. He also was the tallest, and looked to be over 6' tall. He wasn't fat, but he did have a small beer belly. 

Then the final guy was Bill. She realized she knew him. He was the handyman that her mom hired sometimes to do work on their house. He pretended not to know her, as she guessed that he didn't want his wife to know that he knew her. His wife Betty often accompanied her mother and was a friend of the family. He was almost as handsome as Jake, and had a well-toned body. He did have silver hair, which just made him look sexier. But as their eyes met, she knew she had to let him know that she wouldn't let his wife know that he was there.

"Hi guys. Here is some beer and sandwiches. Don't eat too much though, just so you have some room for dessert later, "she told them while she teasingly winked at them.

They played their hands as she walked around. She made sure to bend over and give each of them a view of her deep cleavage. When she got to Bob, she felt a hand sliding up her thigh, and she just wiggled and pulled away before he could find out that she was naked underneath her skirt. She wanted to tease a little more first.

When she got to Bill, she leaned over and saw his eyes staring at her creamy breasts and she whispered to him, "This is our little secret. I want you to have fun tonight without worrying. By the way, you look sexy."

They soon were playing poker and placing big bets on the table. But they would frequently eye her as she kept them well stocked up on beer and food. She would take every opportunity to tease, but not quite showing everything. She would feel hands rubbing her butt or legs, but she always slipped away before they could touch her naked pussy or ass.

Bob yelled out, "I won! You guys suck at poker. Must be over $50 in the pot. But I got an idea. If Debbie does a sexy cheer for us in her uniform, the pot is hers. What do you think guys?"

The other three guys looked over at me, with pleading eyes.

"The pot is mine? Well, then I guess I owe you a sexy routine," she teased them.

Debbie knew it was time. She went and got her pom-poms, and walked over to the poker table. She reached up in the air, shaking her pom-poms and also her large breasts. All of the guys watched with rapt attention as she shook and wiggled but not enough for her pussy to be exposed yet. She danced around the table, shaking and wiggling her body for each of their benefits. Another button popped during her routine, and now just one held her blouse together, while more of her creamy white breasts were exposed. Her nipples were hard as she finally finished her routine.

Jake moaned out, "Shit Debbie. How are we supposed to concentrate on our game with you strutting around like that?"

Bob yelled out, "Who cares about the game?"

Debbie was also getting turned on, and decided to tease them even more. She walked over by Jake, and bent over, flipping her skirt up. Her naked ass was flashed, and all four men groaned at the sight. She grabbed her ankles, and looked back at them with a wicked grin. They could see her shaved pussy which was seeping her juices down her thighs. Then she spread her legs slowly, as her asshole was revealed to the four lusting guys, while stretching her legs wider as she fell to the floor. Her cunt was open with a quick flash, and then she sat on the floor with legs spread and giggled, before standing back up and clapping.

Bill said, "Maybe whomever wins the next hand, Debbie could sit on their lap. Is that okay with you, Debbie?"

She just giggled and walked over to the table saying, "Sounds like fun to me!"

"Hell with it! I'm giving her all my money I have on the table. If we all give her the pot, she will sit on all our laps," said Jake.

The guys quickly played another hand, and lucky Jake won. Debbie walked over to him, and sat on his lap. While the other older men watched intently, she ground her ass on her friend's cock. She loved the feel of it with only the material of his shorts separating it's entry into her sopping wet pussy. When Jake reached around and opened her last button, her blouse fell away to the sides of her sloping breasts, and her perky nipples were bared over her bra. His fingers teased her nipples, tweaking them as she continued to squirm on his lap.

"Damn Jake, she is a firecracker. If I was in your place, I'd have her naked in no time! She's hot," Dave told the him.

The girl just giggled, and quickly climbed off of Jake's lap and told them, "Okay, who is gonna win the next hand? I'll run out and get everyone some more beer and chips."

The men watched her as she left the room. She ran to the refrigerator and opened a bunch of beers. Meanwhile, the guys at the poker table decided it was time to push the issue.

Bill said, "Let's get naked guys. That way, the next lap she sits on will be really exciting. I want to fuck her so damn bad!"

All of them nodded in agreement and quickly shirts, shoes, socks, and shorts were removed and thrown on the floor. Quickly underwear joined the pile. Four raging, hard cocks were unveiled, before they sat down at the table to hide them temporarily. Moments later, the hot girl in the cheerleader outfit returned with their snacks.

She looked around the table, and her eyes got big. Bob's cock was visible, and it must have been at least 8 inches. It definitely was the biggest prick she had ever laid eyes on. She couldn't see the other cocks, but she knew the stakes were now raised much higher. She figured she was going to have to suck and fuck them, and she knew she wanted to, very badly.

"I see everyone wants to play harder. Well, I am ready if you are. Whose lap is next?"

The guys quickly played another hand, as they watched Debbie unsnapping her skirt. It soon slid around her ankles, and her bare cunt was on display. She kicked it off and reached between her soaked lips, and stroked it for their viewing pleasure. Then she whipped off her half-bra, and just stood there in the white socks and black shoes. She looked so damn fuckable, and it was which guy would be the first to fill her cunt up.

"I won, I won! Damn, come over here woman, and sit on my cock....ummmm lap," said Bob.

Debbie skipped over to the burly man, and taking notice that Jake, Bill, and Dave's cocks were all very nice looking. But Bob definitely had them beat, and she really didn't care whose lap she was on, but was glad he was the first one. She would get them all eventually. She felt Bob grab her waist, and lifted the lightweight girl, and as he let her down on his lap, she felt the cockhead bump her clit. She groaned as her pussy was highly sensitive, and it sent shivers throughout her body. Then his hands reached up and pawed her tits, and the sudden jolt sent her cunt down over his cock. The sudden drop took her breath away, and she was glad she was very wet. When she hit bottom, she never felt so full of cock in her life. 

"Oh God Bob! Shit, it feels like a log inside of me," cried out Debbie.

He said, "Do you want to get off?"

"Yeah, I want to get off, but not off of your cock. Fuck me, you bastard!"

Then she began to move up and down, moaning as every inch of his cock filled her to capacity. Her cunt was hot and flowing over his cock and balls. She grimaced a little in tortured pleasure as he fucked her good. Screw them young guys she used to date, they were mere boys to Bob. He may have been overweight, but he knew how to give her intense pleasure. Bill and Dave sat on either side of the fucking duo, and the lure of her breasts was too much for them. Soon each felt her tits up, giving her an intense orgasm. 

"I'm cumming! Damn guys, I want to fuck every one of you tonight! Don't stop Bob," she moaned out.

Bob on the other hand, had never felt a pussy that was so very tight around his raging prick. He tried hard to hold back, but when Debbie bucked hard on him in yet another orgasm while yelling out obscenities, he felt his cock shoot hard inside of her.  

"Take my cum Debbie. Ahhhh shit!"

Debbie could feel the jets of hot sperm shooting into the very depths of her womb. She just continued to shake and wiggle as her orgasm seemed to never end. Her cunt was so tight that not much was escaping their juncture of pleasure. After a few more moments, both finally slowed to a stop. She turned around to kiss Bob on the cheek, but he was too quick and his tongue shot into her mouth. Despite the surprise invasion, she accepted it as if they were intended to be kissing each other all along. 

Jake finally said, "Quit hogging all the pussy Bob. We want her too. Debbie, have you ever sucked a cock? 

"Not really. The guys I was with, just wanted to fuck me. Would you teach me Jake?"

"By the time we are done with her, all her holes will be sore,"

Bill piped in non-chalantly.

Debbie finally pulled off of Bob's dwindling cock. It definitely was quite a weapon he had, and she imagined many a woman wanted to ride that masterpiece. With a wet suction sound, she felt it slip from her depths, and mixed juices flowed out onto his cock and legs. If she hung around these guys long enough, her pussy would be damn loose and very sore. 




Center of Attention Ch. 01



Jake told everyone,"Let's go to the bedroom, I think we'll be more comfortable there."

And with that, four older men and one sexy young woman headed to pure bliss.



"You are so good Debbie, suck my cock. For your first time, you sure got the hang of it!"

Debbie couldn't reply, her mouth was full. Jake was lying on the king-sized bed while she lent over him, his rock-hard cock filling her mouth. They've been at it awhile, and she had grown accustomed to it's size, as she worked in the hope of taking all he had. He was nowhere near as big as Bob was, but just the same, it was a mouthful.

On her knees, Bill was fucking her from behind. His prick slammed into her while she experienced her first time with two men. She felt so dirty and so horny and her cunt was just one continuous orgasm it seemed. She never dreamed that here she was with older men, and they truly knew how to fuck her good, unlike those two-minute guys she did it with previously. She had also remembered what Bill had said earlier, and even thought she knew it would hurt, but she wondered what it would be like to have anal sex. She wanted to learn everything, as her body was just one big errogenous zone. Plus to know she was having sex with Jake right on the bed that his wife slept in.

"Fuck her hard Bill! Everytime that you thrust hard, she sucks me harder," said Jake.

He replied, "Oh, this slut is going to feel me burst inside of her pretty soon. Damn, she's so tight!"

Debbie felt Bill slam into her harder, and she swallowed all of Jake's hard cock. Her face was mashed into his pubic hair and balls. She managed to work on her gag reflexes tonight and was surprised she didn't choke to death. As she pulled back, she felt proud of herself. She was doing all the things a slut would do, just like Bill had said to her. 

Bill cried out, "Suck that cock Debbie. I'm going to fill your cunt now. Oh man!"

Debbie was concentrating so hard on Jake's wonderful prick that she was caught by surprise with the wonderful flood of sperm that now shot deep inside of her. She pushed back at him, making sure that he delivered every drop into her sopping wet cunt. She never stopped sucking the other hard cock, but she was amazed he had so much staying power. It was another wonderful thing about older men, they took their good old time.

Finally, Bill pulled out, and Jake pulled her head off of his cock. She knelt there as Dave climbed onto the bed, and pulled her on top of him. Her cunt was leaking Bill's cum, which made it so easy for Dave to plow into her from below. Then she felt a cock sliding on her ass, and looked back to see Jake behind her. She was about to protest but Bob knelt before her, and slid his cock over her lips. She got scared, not only at the thought that Jake was about to fuck her ass, but Bob's big dick would bee sliding down her throat. 

"I don't know about this guys, I never..." was all she got to say as the that big cock slid into her mouth.

Then she felt a tongue licking her ass, and damn it felt so good! The cock inside of her pussy was driving her crazy as well. Dave had a steady rhythm, and Bob soon began to shove a little more cock into her throat with each stroke. She wiggled her ass as the tongue teased her highly-sensitive asshole, and she realized that as much as she feared the anal intrusion she was about to experience, she wanted it just as much. Wait until she told her best friend Sissy when she'd see her tomorrow.

She had adjusted to the size of Bob's raging prick, but try as she might, she just couldn't take it all. Even as he held her head and tried to force more down her throat, she would gag and he'd pull off. Dave just kept on plunging into her pussy, which remained a raging inferno. Then the tongue left her ass, and she braced herself for what was to come. The cockhead rubbed against her asshole, and then she would have screamed if she would have been able too.

The head of his cock entered her anal ring. She knew that no matter what, her ass was going to get fucked. She would just have to try and endure it, as she was thankful Jake was taking it easy, and letting it rest for a moment. Dave stopped fucking her pussy just to give her a respite, but Bob never stopped fucking her face. She realized that she was just a fuck machine to them now, and it was turning her on tremendously to know she was in such a submissive position. 

The cock slid deeper inside of her ass, and she felt like a big sausage was filling it up. The cock in her pussy began to move, which helped to ease the pain somewhat. She tried her best to adjust to the invasion of three horny pricks fucking her every hole. She never could have dreamed that she'd ever be in this naughty situation, but now that she was, her body was responding to it. 

Jake now filled her asshole to the hilt, and after a few moments, began a slow rhythm. The pain was still there, but it was numbed by the fucking pleasure in her pussy. She soon began to feel a little discomfort, but the cock in her ass began to feel much better. She realized she had an errogenous zone there as well, and her body responded to their fucking by moving with the flow. Her lips around Bob's cock were stretched to capacity, but she gave it all she got. She knew he was going to cum down her throat, but she was excited to want to taste it for the first time. Other women had told her about it, but now she would experience it for herself. God, she loved the feeling of the three pricks filling her up!

She now felt just pleasure in her ass, and was thankful it was Jake for her first anal sex. She would have been ripped apart if it had been Bob. She struggled in just trying to suck him off, but oh how she loved when he fucked her pussy. She imagined this happening at her house with her large mirror, and being able to watch all three guys doing her. She spasmed to yet another orgasm just at the thought of it.

Jake was the first to feel the oncoming rush of sperm, her tight asshole milking it from him as he yelled out, "Here it comes Debbie. I love your hot ass, you sweet slut!"

Then she felt his cock spew forth a deluge of cum deep inside of her bowels. The cock inside of her pussy erupted soon after, and she felt the cum filling both her holes. As she rode on their cocks, Bob shoved deep inside of her mouth, and he spurted inside of her throat. She came so hard she saw stars. She had never felt this much pleasure in her life before, as she tried her best to swallow Bob's hosing of her mouth and throat. The cocks in her pussy and ass finally came to rest, and she could feel their sperm oozing back out of her asshole and pussy. Finally the cock in her mouth slowed to a dribble, and as she felt it leave her lips, she licked up the last vestiges of Bob's cream. Before long, Jake and Bob left her, while she climbed off of Dave. 

"Bob said, "Sheesh, this slut can definitely come to our poker parties each week. Who needs a wife when we got her?"

The other guys just laughed, as Bill climbed onto the bed. Debbie wondered which hole he wanted to fuck, as she thought about seeing them all again next week. And all that money on the poker table, it was hers....



Center of Attention Ch. 02



Chapter II: What Ails the Good Doctor?

The persons, places and events in this story are creations of my imagination and are entirely and purely fictional. They are not intended to portray any persons, places, things or any events which have occurred in real life. Any similarity to same are purely coincidental.

"Yes you may," she said approvingly of his upward glance for permission to kiss further up her leg. He, like so many others, were putty in her hands, submissive fools seeking her approval. He did not know it but she was just toying with him...

It had started earlier that afternoon in the park while she was eating lunch. There she sat on a bench minding her business having a bite while advertising her beautiful legs. She could see him eyeing her as her approached from across the plaza, first thinking to himself, 'where is the best looking woman and where to sit?' and as her got closer he carefully eyed her shoes, then her legs and up more, taking in her attire until his eyes met hers and he suddenly looked down shyly, caught in the act. Uninvited he sat at the other end of the bench and started with the usual small talk. Then the check list of who she was, what she did, blah, blah, blah... Young men, so formulaic in their approach with older women. Yes, it flattered her and it did open the occasional door for some fun.... 

As their conversation waned she began to pack up to leave. She could tell by the look in his face and his stammering to continue the conversation that she had him fawning and frolicking for her like a puppy dog. He said something about happy hour. Without saying a word, she reached out and took his right hand, turned it palm side up, and with her pen wrote "Ste. 1497" and gently balled his fingers into a fist. She then pointed and said, "that building at the end of the park, today at 5:30, come by for a drink. I only have time for one."

Later, like clockwork, the knock at the door came. It led directly into her office, not the reception area, this was a private matter. She did things like this to throw them off. After they left she would remove the door sign with the faux suite number and her office would disappear as if it never existed. If they ever came back, they would be confused and not able to find her. She liked it that way...

As he entered she motioned him to sit in the chair before her desk. "Martini ok?" she asked. 'Certainly,' was usually the answer. She liked the drink- it was powerful, forward, strong willed and traditionally served in what she thought was a very sexy glass- fine lines and symmetry. She poured the drinks and served. She then sat on the edge of the desk before him, elevated, her hips at his eye level. Slowly she crossed here legs with deliberation, right one over the left, a slight part for a quick peek if he was attentive, then the right knee over the left exposed by the short length of her skirt.

"I enjoyed our conversation today," she said prodding. "Yes, it was nice. I'm impressed by your office- I've never been in a 'shrink's' office before. Are they all this nicely decorated?" he asked.

"Watch it," she cautioned coyly, "I've been known to shrink a few heads in my short time", and some egos too she thought to herself chuckling to over the double meaning of the cautionary statement, "I decorated it myself with some help. I like the Japanese decor very much, straight hard lines, best office I have ever had." 'Boy, is one is cute but dumb and nervous, I need to get this conversation moving' she thought. "So tell me, what is it about the office do you like best- the paintings? the wood paneled walls? the furniture? the desk ornaments?" 

"The desk itself, it has a fine presence, like you....," he slipped trying to flirt with her, "I mean, uh, you have presence and it compliments you, err, you compliment it, well, you know what I mean..." he trailed off in embarrassment. Cute was fine but now goofy???

She drew on her drink, letting the silence drill into him. "You mean I look good on it? Is what you are thinking that from your vantage point I am well positioned up here?"... he nodded still trying to recover from the slip and overwhelmed by the piercing forwardness of her words... "Almost picturesque the way I lean back, one arm behind me for balance, the other holding up this martini glass, legs crossed and off the edge, the last vestiges of sunlight streaming down the street between the skyscrapers and infiltrating the windows, illuminating the room from behind me on both sides of the desk, causing my blond hair to radiate?.... Is that it?," she asked slyly wondering how big he was and smiling like a cat about to capture its prey.

"You seemed to stare at my legs at lunch. Is there something wrong with them or do you just like them? Oh please do not answer that, I am just playing with you... But you do like them, yes?" she asked again with an innocent insistence seeking affirmation, "I mean, you still seem to notice them...."

"They are quite beautiful, he confessed, "and I would be a liar to say otherwise..."

She began to sway her right foot up and down to attract his attention. She slowly licked the rim of her glass with the tip of her tongue while staring straight into his eyes. "My, my, now we are getting somewhere in this conversation," she teased, "Tell me, what would you like to do right now? Kiss them? Massage them? Oil them? Do not be afraid to tell me your deepest secret. It must have been killing you all day thinking about this moment from behind your desk this afternoon, counting the minutes, recounting the conversation, visualizing me, fantasizing what might happen over drinks, anticipating this one drink. Did you get much work done or were you... um, 'distracted'?"

He was flabbergasted. Before he could respond she playfully continued, "Go ahead, kiss it," and she stretched forward her foot. He took it in his hand- who was he to object? The palm of his hand caressed the back of the heel of her high heeled shoe. He lifted it upward and bent over, his lips softly touched her foot where the toes met the shoe and the cleavage showed. He slowly kissed upward to her ankle and she sighed a bit. Then the lower calf, the muscular back of the calf to the back of the knee, his designs to go further...

"Wait," she said as she adjusted herself, placing her right foot on the desk top, the left leg dangling down off the desk, her skirt now slightly open and revealing the lower and back right thigh. He approached and looked to her for approval. She gave it. 

He continued, this time all the more excited by the new revelation. As he proceeded, she gazed down at him, intently watching him worship. He leaned forward in the chair. She placed her left foot on the seat between his spread legs for balance and gently teased his crotch by lifting up the toe of her shoe into the deep base of his crotch. He fantasized of following her leg to the top, finding her sex exposed, naked, placing his tongue in her lips and running it up to the top where the lips met, gently pushing upward at the meeting place, seeing her bush gently move up as her sex was drawn tight, holding it there for a second, releasing it and gently pushing up again, and again, smelling her sex, tasting it, and repeating the act until she climaxed....

As he kissed her knee, she gently pushed down on his head, indicating he should stop. "That is enough. I think you need to leave," she said. She rose and walked to the door, exaggerating the sway in her hips to tease him. She opened it, waiting for him to go. He was stymied. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked. "No, its just that I have a meeting now. Remember, one drink?," she asked as he dejectedly walked out, the soon to be anonymous door closing behind him. "Can we meet again?' he asked peering into the slowly closing doorway. "Maybe, look for me in the park. Sometimes I lunch there" she said closing the door and lying through her teeth.

"Mrs. Harrison," she calmly beckoned at the door leading to the adjoining reception area. 

"Yes Amanda, what can I do for you?" Mrs. Harrison asked as she opened the door and entered the room...... 

Amanda Bills was a 35 year old psychiatrist, one of the best in the city. Young and energetic, she had quickly built a fine reputation among the city's elite for curing their private woes. She knew all of their dirty little secrets. Mrs. Harrison had been with her for about two years now. She had become one of the few people in Amanda's life on who she could always rely, her confidant. Mrs. Harrison was her only employee. She ran the office, received clients, made appointments, paid the bills. Mrs. Harrison did it all. 

Jackie Harrison was nine years Amanda's elder. Widowed a year ago when her husband suddenly passed without warning she was sorting out her life and embarking on a fresh start. She did not need to work- life insurance assured that- but work kept her busy and was a good thing in her life. Despite their near ages, Amanda always addressed her as 'Mrs. Harrison'- it had been that way since day one. Mrs. Harrison was a bit old school, had never corrected Amanda and actually liked the formality and respect. Amanda was very fond of Mrs. Harrison- actually, their fondness was mutual, mutual even before Mrs. Harrison's husband passed. Although the two never mentioned it, Amanda often wondered if Mrs. Harrison even suspected how she felt about her and Mrs. Harrison wondered the same about Amanda....

When her husband did pass, and after the mourning was over, Mrs. Harrison found herself ready to start anew- she was ambitious in thought but apprehensive in action. She had received a freedom once intended pledged for eternity and now returned. Yes, she regretted his absence but acknowledged the fact that she had to move forward. It gave her a chance to do things she would otherwise never have done in her life. Jackie Harrison was a conservative woman in appearance and persona. With her new freedom she felt a welling desire to'experiment' beyond her conventions, which had been repressed over the years by her late husband's. Now she was free to find herself.

It started awkwardly one afternoon six months ago. Amanda had asked her to stay late, not to work, just for a drink. She though Mrs. Harrison needed to unwind. Mrs. Harrison agreed. For a few weeks prior, Mrs. Harrison noticed Amanda had become infrequently physical with her- an innocent leaning of shoulder into shoulder, a hand on her shoulder, a taking of her hand to guide her someplace. Subtle compliments of her attire or perfume. She thought it a bit odd but accepted it as friendly gestures and maybe Amanda's attempt to assure her that she had someone who cared for her well being. The two sat for a while in Amanda's office, had a few drinks and two hours later decided to leave. 

Going to the coat rack in the reception area, they reached for the same item, Amanda placing her hand atop of Mrs. Harrison's. Amanda looked up into Mrs. Harrison's eyes. Mrs. Harrison, being heterosexual all her life- and a bit tipsy- did not comprehend Amanda's gentle silent look. Amanda reached up with her other hand and placed it on Mrs. Harrison's cheek and drew their faces near. Mrs. Harrison was slightly startled by the advance but did not resist. The alcohol had lowered her inhibitions, inhibitions repressed for years waiting to be freed...

Amanda's lips lightly touched Mrs. Harrison's. They were soft and delicate, warm and inviting. Amanda drew back to determine if Mrs. Harrison was offended. She did not react. Mrs. Harrison had wondered for a long time what it would be like to caress another woman, Amanda placed her hands on Mrs. Harrison's hips and gently drew the two women together, softly embracing Mrs. Harrison, one hand around her waist, the other advanced upward across her back to the base of Mrs. Harrison's neck. Again Amanda kissed her, this time more passionately, her tongue inserting into Mrs. Harrison's mouth. Mrs. Harrison did not resist, in fact, she pressed herself into Amanda accepting her advance and opening her mouth to receive Amanda. After a few minutes of kissing and caressing, Mrs. Harrison gently pulled back and broke the embrace. She looked at Amanda and affectionately smiled saying, "I must go. Thank you." She took her coat and left. 

What followed was a series of casual after hours meetings between the two in the office. It evolved into a light emotional and physical relationship, each understanding there were no ties or obligations to the other save for honesty and openness. They continued that way, happy knowing the other was there, not upset if the other was not available and understanding there were no expectations

What Mrs. Harrison did not know was that Amanda had a wicked, oft evil side. She was a master tease who had no regard for others, except Mrs. Harrison, who was her foil, all that was good. About a month ago, Amanda confessed to Mrs. Harrison that she had a wicked side to her but did not go into detail. She was afraid that telling Mrs. Harrison would repulse her. Even more so frightening would be the request to break her of her wickedness. She decided to take a risk.

Before telling Mrs. Harrison she took her out for drinks. Afterward she brought Mrs. Harrison back to her condo- it was in the same building as the office- the top floors were residences. In her expansive penthouse unit, Amanda could gaze out the windowed walls across the river and see for miles on a clear moonlit night. This evening was no different.... more drinks and conversation and she gave Mrs. Harrison a tour of her home. Finally she sat her down on the couch and confessed to Mrs. Harrison, who was not the least bit upset. Amanda remembered her words well, "Amanda darling, if that is what you want, I can oblige"- she said it without flinching. At first Amanda thought Mrs. Harrison was either in denial or did not understand what was wanted of her. Nevertheless, when the time came, Mrs. Harrison did what was asked of her. She was so reliable....

Today was no different. Mrs. Harrison had since delivered before today. When Amanda initially told her what it was she needed, Mrs. Harrison outwardly took it in stride. Going home she fretted for her inexperience. Later she sought information. She could not ask her friends- she thought none of them would engage in the practice much less understand it. In fact, she had no where to turn. She educated herself and convinced herself she could oblige and satisfy Amanda. She hoped Amanda did not expect her to be proficient. Over time she surmounted her fears...

When Mrs. Harrison entered the room, Amanda sat perched on the front edge of the desk, legs crossed and furiously swaying, like the tail of a mad cat. She had that wanton lusty look. Mrs. Harrison knew why Amanda wanted her. Amanda did not know that Mrs. Harrison knew. 

Recently, Amanda had installed a closed circuit camera in her office and the video feed led to a TV in Mrs. Harrison's desk so that she could watch Amanda in session with clients just in case one became unruly. There was no audio. This was designed to protect the client's confidentiality. One late afternoon, Mrs. Harrison forgot to turn off the video after the last client's session. Amanda had invited an after hours 'guest' and was up to her wicked ways. Mrs. Harrison caught her. She wanted to turn off the TV and leave. Another side of her compelled her to stay and watch. Slowly over time she realized that these guests were regular, not the individuals themselves- they were always different- but the after hours meetings were fairly frequent. Slowly over time, unbeknownst to Amanda, Mrs. Harrison had became her voyeur....

"Yes Amanda, what can I do for you?" Mrs. Harrison dutifully asked feigning knowledge of the answer.

"I did it again. I am upset with myself, as I am sure you are too. Would you please indulge me?" she asked coyly.

Without a word Mrs. Harrison moved around the desk to the corner of the room. In it was a glass vase which held willow branches. It was not only decorative. Symbolically it held secrets known only to the two of them. Amanda was always aware of its presence, all day long. From the moment she came to work she was reminded. It was regularly in the back of her mind. Clients would sit with her, pouring out their problems oblivious to the innocuous corner decoration which so afflicted their doctor...

Amanda stood up. Mrs. Harrison drew a medium sturdy branch and came back around the desk to Amanda. Amanda knew what to do next- she leaned forward, hands flat on the desk. Mrs. Harrison lifted the skirt above Amanda's hips and draped it over her back. "Seven please," Amanda said. Mrs. Harrison had secretly watched Amanda's transgression. It was worthy of more but she kept her silence. Mrs. Harrison was not enthralled inflicting punishment. She had initially done it to oblige and please Amanda. She thought there were better means to achieve the same end.

Mrs. Harrison slowly ran her fingernail down the curve of Amanda's sweet young buttocks, leaving a pink mark and making Amanda wince. Being right handed, Mrs. Harrison walked behind Amanda to her left side for a better angle. She stopped behind her. She reached down between Amanda's thighs and then ran the underside of her fingers across Amanda's silk leopard print panties, gently pushing against her sex. She took the panties by the sides and slowly pulled them down to Amanda's feet. "Step out," she whispered. Amanda complied. "Thanks darling," Mrs. Harrison said, "I think I will keep these as a memento..." 

She stepped behind the desk and sat in Amanda's chair. Amanda dutifully waited, bare ass in the air, legs straight, knees locked. Mrs. Harrison smiled, put her feet up on the desk and stared into Amanda's eyes. She smelled the panties. Amanda's aroma permeated her senses. Mrs. Harrison sat back and contemplated her waiting waif, rhythmically tapping the palm of her hand with the branch. She pondered what a teased man would do for revenge- probably tie her and ride her without mercy.... 

Mrs. Harrison pocketed her new found booty and stepped behind Amanda, again placing her hand between her legs, this time running her finger tip through Amanda's soft tufts, across her bare engorged lips feeling for any sign of wetness. Unknown to Amanda, she tasted her finger while Amanda stood compliant....

Now, Mrs. Harrison could have easily given Amanda her satisfaction, raising a pink glow in her skin as punishment for Amanda's self labeled transgressions, but, she was not inclined to play along anymore. For Mrs. Harrison this had to stop. "Darling, I am going to change the rules on you. I think you are doing this for all the wrong reasons. I am not exactly sure I know the reasons. Here is what I am going to do. I think denial of pleasure is a greater seductress and more painful to bear. Tonight I will oblige you for the last time. The next time I will reveal my methods. Either you agree or I stop altogether."

Amanda felt at that moment she had no choice. "I agree," she said. 

"Good," said Mrs. Harrison as she unexpectedly brought the willow branch across Amanda's ass, causing her whole body to flinch, her eyes to widen and her mouth to fall agape. Despite the surprise, being well schooled Amanda did not make a sound. Mrs. Harrison could hit but not with extreme vigor, only enough to make Amanda jump- she could only strike hard enough to slightly welt Amanda's youthful bare ass. Again the branch came down. Mrs. Harrison repeated the act until she reached the requisite number. For good and final measure, she slapped Amanda's ass with an open palm. Amanda stood motionless, surprised by the final blow and waiting at Mrs. Harrison's mercy....

Mrs. Harrison now had free reign to do with Amanda as she pleased. She walked back to the vase and returned the branch. Amanda continued to obediently stand at the desk, hands flat, hips out and legs spread waiting for Mrs. Harrison's next instruction. She looked directly into Amanda's eyes, which followed her around the room, peering into them like an enraged cornered animal until her head could turn no more and her peripheral vision terminated and she was blind to her predator. Mrs. Harrison stood behind her. Amanda listened for Mrs. Harrison's breath, a word, a sound, the shuffling of feet, the shifting of balance- anything. All was eerily silent.




Center of Attention Ch. 02



I woke up the next morning with a hard on and a very sore ass. In saying that, it didn't take me long have the urge to call John. The escapade I had with him and his friends made my transformation to a cock loving whore complete. I couldn't think of anything else other than a big cock fucking my ass and one in my mouth. I was longing to go another round with John's fat cock. 

My phone rang and it was John. I was thrilled. I must have made quite an impression because he wanted to meet with me again. My dick instantly hardened. John said he would meet me at a bar downtown to have a drink and talk. I said I would meet him at 7:00. 

I wanted to look presentable so I showered and got out some nice clothes. It is hard to put clothes on with a raging hard on but I did my best. I thought about jacking off to relieve the tension but I'm sure the feeling would have come back again anyway. I jumped in my car and made the 30 minute drive to the bar.

It took me a minute to find John because he was in a dark corner but he saw me and waved me over. I sat down and he offered me a drink. 

We started to talk when he placed his hand on my cock. My cock immediately started to grow. He slipped his hand inside my pants and started to stroke me. I was in heaven. He started to whisper in my ear. He told me how hot I was and how his big, thick cock fit perfect in my ass. I knew more of this kind of talk would make me cum soon. He asked me who owned me and who I served. I was out of breath and he asked me again. I told him he owned me and I was his bitch. 

Cum erupted out of my cock and into my underwear. I threw my head back and John caught me. I shot a good seven spurts in my pants. John pulled his hand out and told me to clean his fingers off. I took his fingers in my mouth like I was sucking a small cock. I wanted John's cock in my mouth and in my ass now!

We agreed to leave the bar. John had an argument with his wife and didn't want to go home so we started looking for a hotel. I couldn't control myself on the ride over. I pulled John's cock out and started sucking with all I had. I didn't get to finish as we arrived quickly. As I waited in the car for John, my cock was hard again. I wanted this man so bad. I wanted to be his little queer.

John waved to me and we walked to the room. I was on my knees immediately and pulling John's pants down. I started to worship that cock like it was the last I would ever get. I was soon burying it in the back of my throat. This got John moaning. He grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth. He slammed his cock in and out of my mouth like a little pussy. John's legs started to shake and I knew his cum would be feeling my belly soon. He started calling me a hot little twink and how he was going to fill my mouth.

I felt John's cock twitch and then the flood began. I started swallowing as quickly as I could. Cum started to ooze out of the corner of my mouth as I couldn't swallow my prize fast enough. John pulled out of my mouth and sat on the bed. I followed him over and sat on the floor next to him. He pulled me up on the bed and kissed me hard. We both fell asleep.

I awoke to what I thought was John pulling my pants off but it wasn't. It was actually a very large black man named Jarvis. I screamed like a bitch and he slapped me. I fell back to the bed and he grabbed me by the hair. John was sitting in a chair across the room watching. He told Jarvis to enjoy his little bitch. I contested to no avail. Jarvis was a friend of John's from work. John told Jarvis all about our escapade and he was interested.

Jarvis pulled my hands behind my back and tied them. He pulled me up on my knees and then pushed me forward so my head was buried in the pillows and my ass was sticking up in the air. I knew my ass was about to be raped. I knew fighting it would only make it worse. 

I tried to scream but my face was in the pillows. I then felt Jarvis moving his hands around my body. Then I felt him smack each of my ass cheeks very hard. This made me tear up. I didn't want this to happen but my cock was betraying me. I was hard as a rock.

Jarvis commented how much of a little faggot I was and how quickly my pathetic man clit got hard. He slapped my ass once again and started kneading my ass cheeks. He grabbed my cock hard and started to softly stroke it. I was soon fucking his hand when he smacked my ass hard. He started telling me how much fun he was going to have fucking my little sissy ass.

I then felt excruciating pain as Jarvis jammed two rather large fingers in my ass. I almost passed out. He started to slowly push them in and out. My cock betrayed me again. Jarvis was laughing at me and commented how much of a pussy I was to let a man finger fuck me. That was when I caught site of it. The biggest dick I have ever seen! He must have caught this as he positioned himself behind me. 

I felt like he was stuffing a baseball bat inside of me. It was huge. I tried to pull myself off of it but he was having none of that. He was half way inside of me when I felt that warm and unbearable feeling in my dick. He pulled almost out and slammed back in. I came so hard shooting what seemed like a gallon of cum into the mattress. I was shaking as Jarvis started to pump his cock in and out of me faster. He abruptly stopped and pulled out of me.

Confused I tried to look back. Jarvis untied my arms and grabbed me by the waist. He threw me back on the bed and on my back. I tried to crawl away but Jarvis was having none of it. He grabbed my legs and spread them apart. He moved between my legs and slipped his cock back into my stretched asshole. He lay on top of me and started going to work. I swear I could feel his cock in my gut. 

John moved around toward my head and unzipped his pants. Soon his cock was smacking my lips as Jarvis fucked me hard. The cock in my ass started to feel wonderful and I was full of bliss. John's cock split my lips and I was glad to taste that cock. Jarvis noticed this and started long stroking my bitch ass. Jarvis cock expanded and I felt the fire hose in my ass let go with his seed. Jarvis rolled off of me and collapsed on the bed.

John started fucking my mouth again and before long was filling my belly with more cum. I was so horny I came again. My balls were empty and sore. John kissed my lips and again I fell asleep with him beside me. 

I awoke in the room all alone. I could still taste the cum on my lips. On the dresser, John left me a note thanking me for a great time and told me to call when I was ready to go another round. I couldn't wait to make that phone call. 

To be continued



Center of Attention Ch. 02



Disclaimer: All characters in this fictional story are 18 years or older, and all names are ficticious. This is a continuation series.

Debbie Ross was sitting on her bed, writing in her diary about the events of the previous night. She wanted to keep those memories, and hoped to add new ones to the lusty events at Mr. Collin's home. Her thoughts were interrupted by the knock on the front door. She hurriedly hid her diary and ran down her steps to open the door.

"Hi Sissy. C'mon in," Debbie said to her best friend.

"Hey girl. I missed you last night. The gang of us went down to the mall, but it just wasn't the same without you," Sissy told her.

Debbie replied while giggling, "Ummm, I was very busy last night. Let's go up to my room, I have a secret to tell you." 

The two young women headed up the steps, a path they had both taken together many times. Sissy was Debbie's closest friend, and the two of them confided their deepest secrets and desires to each other. Sissy was a year older than her friend, and usually let her friend be the leader, so to speak. While Debbie was always the one to take on any challenge, Sissy was a follower. All through school both of them were very close since third grade. 

While Debbie's body was voluptuous, Sissy was more on the average side. She was a little overweight, with average breasts and a nice bubble-butt. She wasn't a virgin, having lost that to her swim coach last year. But, compared to Debbie who was the flirt, she basically was shy and just went along with the crowd.

Once Debbie closed her bedroom door, Sissy piped up, "So tell me girl, what is this secret? You know how I hate when you keep things from me."

Both girls sat on the bed facing each other. Debbie was wearing shorts and a halter top, while Sissy wore jeans, a t-shirt, and flip-flops. 

"You know Jake Collins, the owner of the grocery store. I was with him and his friends last night," Debbie gushed out.

Sissy was not sure what she meant and asked, "You were with him last night? What were you doing?"

"I was having sex with him and his three buddies."

Sissy coughed, as she said, "You were doing what? Having sex with them?"

"Damn right girl. I was talking to Jake at the store yesterday, and he talked me into being a hostess at his party. One thing led to another and we were all having sex. Those older guys are great at sex. And what is wonderful about it, I will be seeing them again next week!"

Sissy said in wonderment, "I can't believe you, Debbie. You must be pulling my leg. Why would you have sex with those older men?"

Debbie laughed as she told her, "I did it and ended up with over $700 last night. I got paid for being a hostess, serving them drinks and stuff, then they gave me all the money from their poker game to fuck me. Hell, I never had anal sex before, but I did last night."

"Shit Debbie. You have all the luck. Did it hurt getting your ass reamed?"

"Yeah a little, but I was so busy getting a cock in my pussy and mouth it really didn't bother me too much," said the hot vixen.

Sissy was amazed as she said, "Three guys at once? Old geezers too. You always were the slutty one. What were you thinking?"

"Well girl, I was thinking I am richer than I was yesterday, and to be honest, older guys are so much better at sex. They take their time and they don't shoot off in two minutes. How was the sex with Mr. Davidson last year, Sis?"

"Oh, he wasn't really slow, but he was only in his 30's. But you are right, older men know how to fuck and it took him like forever to cum. It hurt at first, but he took his time and he was so gentle I wanted it again and again. I'm so sad he had to move to another state because of that deal of us being caught by Mrs. Thomas, the school marm," Sissy sadly said.

I got an idea girl, maybe I can talk Jake and his buddies into letting you fuck and suck them too. Let's go see Jake, and I want you to go along with me. Think of the money we can make, plus we can get all the great sex we want. There is nothing like doing it with more than one guy at a time!"

Sissy thought for a second and then said, "I don't know Deb, I've never been with anyone except Mr. Davidson. Plus, that's more than one guy at once. And anal sex, I am really scared."

"Oh stop being a fuddy-dud! Anal sex isn't bad, once you get used to it. The challenge will be taking Bob's cock. It is big and fat, and it's a challenge to just fuck or suck it. But believe me, it will stretch your cunt open so nice, I couldn't stop cumming," said Debbie confidently.

"Mr. Davidson's penis wasn't all that small you know. He had to be six inches long."

Her friend replied, Six inches? All these guys are at least that, and they know how to use their pricks."

"Jeez Deb, my pussy is so wet from hearing you talk like this. Now I want to fuck them too. And I want to learn how to suck cock really well. " 

"Well, are you interested in getting together with Jake and his friends? I can take you down to the store with me now. And trust me, these guys will let you practice sucking them off," Debbie told her confidently.

Sissy thought a moment, then said, "Well, I have always been your best friend Deb. It does sound hot, so why not?"

"Good, let's go see if Jake would be interested in the both of us. I got the feeling he and his buddies will want us both, and often. And we'll have some spending money too!"

"You are such a slut, but okay girl," said Sissy as they both got up to leave.

Jake was very happy to see Debbie walk into his store again today, but was surprised to see she wasn't alone. Another girl friend was with her. Jake had often seen the other girl come in to buy things from time to time, and loved looking at her ass. It was definitely bigger than Debbie's, but he often fantasized about doing her doggie style, so he could watch them globes jiggle. 

"Hi Jake, how are you today?" 

He replied, "Very good Debbie, and who is your friend?"

"This is Sissy. We came to ask you something. I told her all about last night, and she is interested in joining us next week. Would that be okay?

"You want to come to our party next week, Sissy? Did she tell you there will be four horny guys there. I'm not sure if you would like that," Jake said quietly.

Debbie looked around the store and noticed they were alone. She leaned over and whispered into her friend's ear. Sissy had a broad smile and nodded back.

"Maybe we could convince you Mr. Collins. Maybe if Sissy and I gave you a blowjob, would you let us come? She never gave one before, but she's willing," urged Debbie.

He looked at them in disbelief, but he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass. 

"Let me lock the store and put up a sign that I'll be right back. Let's go back to the storeroom."

"Oh goody," both girls said in unison.

He soon hung up the sign and locked the door, and then they followed him to the back of the store, where he led them into a storage room. Spare boxes and cans of food lined the shelves, as he turned to face the two hot sluts. He couldn't believe that not only was hot little Debbie there, but she brought her sexy friend as well. He knew that when he told his buddies about the next poker party and having two hot chicks, they would be hard and ready.

Debbie stepped up to him, and quickly pulled down his zipper as she looked back at her friend telling her, "Don't be bashful, Sis. Come give me a hand!"

Soon her friend was joining her, and they both were pulling down Jake's pants, as he chose not to wear underwear today. His raging hardon popped out, and stood at attention for them.

As he kicked off his pants and waited, Sissy said, "Wow, he has a hot prick."

"Damn right girl, and it needs a good sucking," said Debbie as her hand stroked his ever hardening cock.

Jake just stood there in awe, watching the two young women discussing his dick as if he wasn't even there. He watched as Debbie leaned forward, and took the head of his cock into her mouth, licking around the crown. Then he felt the other girl reach out and caress his balls, feeling them in her fingers. His dick jumped as beautiful little Debbie soon began to slide her mouth up and down his cock, taking more of it into her throat on each stroke. He gasped as Sissy leaned over and sucked one of his nuts into her mouth. He never felt this much pleasure before, and he was so horny from watching the two of them pleasuring him.

Debbie pulled off and told her friend, "Here Sis, suck his cock now. Taste how good it is."

Sissy pulled off of his balls, but held them in her dainty hands. Meanwhile, Debbie guided her friends head over and soon she was exploring her first cock in her mouth. She had always wanted to suck Mr. Davidson's cock, but he was always in a hurry as he seemed to have to be somewhere quickly. With her lips wrapped around it, she could enjoy sucking this wonderful prick, and soon began to suck it in deeper, gagging a little. With Debbie's guidance, she was telling her to take her time and let her throat adjust to the size.

Debbie slyly said, "She's really good at it for the first time Jake, isn't she? Are you sure you wouldn't want us both at your next party?"

He couldn't help enjoying the wonderful mouth enveloping his cock as he uttered out, "Yeah, she can come too. I'll let the guys know that we'll have company. You are doing a wonderful job, Sissy."

Debbie meanwhile decided to stand up and pulled her tank top off, allowing her naked tits to be available to Jake. She leaned over and kissed the handsome man, and soon their tongues were dancing, as his hands began playing with her breasts. They both could hear the slurping of the girl on her knees, giving her first blowjob. 

Jake soon left Debbie's lips and bent down to suck on a perky nipple. The girl moaned as he switched back and forth, tasting her lovely pointy nubs. 

Sissy was busy herself, her hand inside of her jeans, stroking her pussy. She couldn't believe that she was here on her knees, sucking off a man much older than her. But his cock was tasty, and she couldn't help but feel her saliva and his precum on her fingers, as she peeked up at her friend who was getting her titties sucked. It turned her on, watching her slutty girlfriend teasing this guy, almost wishing she could do that to her friend as well. She secretly always had a crush on her friend Debbie, but never had the nerve to suggest they have sex together. 

"I'm almost ready to cum, damn she can suck a mean cock," said Jake as he pulled his lips off of Debbie's mounds.

Debbie quickly got down on her knees, and said, "Let me suck it too. Let's both make him cum!"

The two gals each took turns on Jake's rock hard cock. The tongues and lips kept it well lubricated, as each sucked him in. Debbie was better, as she could swallow his whole length, where Sissy tried but kept backing off when she felt herself gag. Then Debbie pulled his cock out of her mouth, and they both jerked on his prick as he passed the point of no return."

"Shit, I'm going to cum. Both of you are so damn hot!"

Then his cock shot a rope of cum right over both of their faces. As their hands stroked him, his sperm kept spurting all over their faces and lips. Then Sissy dove down and sucked his cockhead in, taking the next spurt. Debbie pulled it from Sissy's mouth, and did the same, taking a gulp of sperm. Then the last squirt shot onto both of their lips.

As his prick dribbled, both of the hot sluts lapped up the remaining cream from his pisshole. Then they turned to each other, and began kissing passionately. Sissy and Debbie had never been this intimate with each other before, but it only seemed natural that they would share the cum between them like this. Both girls had a wild orgasm as their tongues and lips met wildly. Sissy loved the taste of Jake's cum, as well as the sweetness of her best friend's lips.

After the show was over, Jake pulled on his pants and said, "I know those guys will love you two. I can't wait until Tuesday!"

Debbie smiled and said, "Damn right, you will love us. Right Sissy?"

"I know I can't wait. See you then, Mr. Collin's."

Debbie found that she loved older men, and combined with her constant horniness, she wanted more fun and decided to dress and take a walk. She chose a sexy short, white skirt, to go along with her red blouse. She had tied it just below her bountiful breasts in a neat little bow, showing off her toned tummy. Wearing no bra allowed her breasts to sway freely. She headed out for a walk, and immediately heard the whistles as she headed to the park. She knew she needed sex badly, and intended to get some today.

As she entered the public park in her town, she saw the children playing, mothers reading, people walking their dogs, and a few men sitting on a bench under a tree in the distance. There wasn't much activity in their area of the large park, and decided to check them out. 

As she walked, she loved how both men and women watched her, some in awe and some in silent hostility. She knew she had the perfect body, and often women especially, would quietly be upset with the way she flaunted it. Hot Debbie could care less, she was on a mission. 

She finally walked up and strolled by the two men on the bench. They were both about the age of Jake, and their eyes followed her every movement. She pretended to be looking at something on the ground, and teasingly bent over to pick something out of the grass. In doing so, she gave the men a quick glimpse of her scanty thong as her skirt flipped up due to the breeze and her motion. After standing up, she looked over and saw both men smile, in which she returned a seductive smile back at them. 

She saw a bench off in the distance, next to a creek that ran through the park. She knew this area was for lovers who enjoyed necking and being naughty, as she once accompanied one of her previous boyfriends here. She loved the peaceful setting, and quickly sat down on the bench, studying the water as it flowed by her. She knew she had planted the seed, and waited for it to grow. What man could resist her charms, especially after she showed her practically naked ass to them?

Then she heard some rustling, and both men walked up to her from behind. She sat there smiling, as she knew what was on their minds. 

"We thought we'd come over and keep you company. You looked so sexy, and we thought maybe you could use some friends," said one of the men.

The other man said, "My name is Jim, and that's Al. We are roommates. Thought we'd come down and check out the sights, and you happened to walked by. Did you know you have a beautiful smile?"

"Thank you sir. I wouldn't mind some company. Come sit with me if you want," said Debbie.

Soon both men joined her, sitting on either side of her. She noticed that Jim sat to her left and had a nice body with blonde hair. She figured he was about 50. The other guy Al on her right had a mustache and black hair, with a larger build and a bit overweight. But she didn't care, just the thought of having sex with them was turning her on. Her thongs were soaked through, ever since she bent over and flashed them. 

Al said from aside of her "So, what's a lovely young thing like you doing out here all alone?" Don't you know there are depraved guys lurking about?"

"Oh, and maybe I am looking for some bad boys? Do you know where I can find some?"

Jim whispered, "You have a hot ass. I just bet you flashed us on purpose!"

"Nawwww, would I do that? I'm just so innocent, I think you two guys are just being naughty," she giggled.

Then she felt Al's hand sliding up her thigh, and she pretended to not notice. Meanwhile, when she turned towards Jim, he kissed her suddenly on the lips. She returned the kiss, as she felt a hand sliding ever-so-close to her wet pussy. She wiggled a little, but as Jim's tongue entered her mouth, she knew she'd be fucked really good, shortly.

"I don't know if I should let you guys touch and kiss me. I am a good girl," Debbie moaned as she felt Al's fingers sliding along her thong.

Breaking free from the hot kiss, Jim uttered," If you come with us over by those trees over there, we could make it worth while for you. We always love a good slut like you."

"Oh God! You guys are really bad," she said as Al's finger slid under her thong and deep inside of her pussy.

He then said, "Tell me that you weren't teasing, missy. Come with us, I'll give you a $100 to fuck your ass. Would you like your ass filled with my big cock? Jim here, he loves a good blowjob. What do you say?" 

Debbie reached her hands over and grabbed each of their cocks through their shorts. As she felt Al's, she knew he wasn't kidding. She could feel his thick rod as she also felt Jim's, which wasn't quite as big. She knew that her audacity in grabbing their pricks gave them their answer.

Jim began teasing her tits through her top, and said, "$200 for some fun, are you game? I love a good cocksucker, and you do have the sexiest lips. It's been quite a while since I had a blowjob."

Debbie stood up, and wrapped her arms around both of them and said, "Let's go. Let's see what you two horny guys got for me. Are you going to give me those wonderful cocks, now?"

"Damn right," the two older gents said in unison.

Quickly Debbie and her two new playmates walked behind the thick trees, and she saw that nobody had seen them. She thought how naughty this was, having sex with a chance of being caught. But she was so very turned on, and needed to cum so badly. She knelt down while she watched both men taking off their clothes. She was right about Al, he had a big cock, as it bounced up and down when it was released. Jim's wasn't as big, but thicker than his roommate's. 

"Come here guys, let me suck your cocks."

As she squatted down, she was soon joined with two rigid pricks, begging to be licked. She grabbed both, and began to stroke them. Both men stood close to each other, and she had both dicks inches from her mouth. She leaned over and kissed first Al's cockhead, before moving over to Jim's. Both were dripping precum, which she felt hanging from her succulent lips. Then she reached up to both pairs of balls, carressing them lovingly, while lapping up the oozing seepage from their pissholes. 

Al stammered out," Damn girl, you have done this before. Suck my fuckin' cock, slut!"

She loved hearing them talk dirty to her. She felt like a slut, but she truly didn't care. Her pussy was on fire, and she needed a cock badly, maybe lots of cock. And she wanted men who knew how to please her.

"Awww, you want me to suck your hot cock? Maybe I...," said Debbie as Al slipped his cock into her mouth, cutting her off from finishing her sentence.

She licked and sucked on the big cock, gagging a bit on the length. She knew Al wasn't in for teasing, so she tightened her lips as she felt him sliding in and out of her mouth. She tried to suck as much of his prick as she could, and wondered how in the hell she'd take that big thing into her ass. But she didn't have time to think much about it, as Jim's cock hard pressed on her cheek. She soon pulled off of that cock, and slipped Jim's into her mouth. Her lips were stretched wide, but after some adjustment, she was able to handle all of him easily. Soon, she was switching back and forth, pleasing each of them, feeling their wonderful manhoods fill her throat. She knew she had acquired a talent every man loves, deep-throating a cock. Despite some gagging and choking, she finally was able to handle Al's rigid prick now as well.

"Time for some fucking, her ass is mine," said Al.

She got onto her hands and knees in the grass, as she knew she would soon have her ass reamed. Jim had found her mouth again, but she regretted having to stop caressing his sperm-filled nuts. She had to prepare for the big cock behind her, as she felt Al slipping his cock up and down her pussy lips, making both her and his cock slick. Then he leaned forward, ripped of her panties, and his cock slid deep inside of her pussy soon after. She was so wet that even though the size of him took her breath away, she felt so full and content. Oh, how she loved older men!




Center of Attention Ch. 02



She could only moan as soon two cocks pistoned in and out of her mouth and pussy. She knew that this is where she wanted to be, taken by men and she was their playtoy. 

"Okay slut, time for me to fuck that ass of yours. Your wet cunt got my cock all prepared," Al told her.

Then he pulled out, and as she continued to suck off Jim, his cock still stretching her lips and throat to capacity, a cockhead brushed her anus. She prepared for the assfuck, knowing that this would hurt. But she was so turned on at the thought of pleasing these older men, that she loved giving her asshole to Al. He pushed his cockhead past her anal ring, making her groan onto the cock in her mouth.

After a few moments, he pushed in further, a little at a time, which made Debbie suck harder on the cock in her mouth. 

"Fuck her hard Al, everytime you push, she sucks me harder! Fuck that ass. Maybe next time, I'll fuck it too. But her mouth feels too damn good," Jim groaned.

Al grunted, "Okay slut, time to give your hot ass a good reaming. It's so damn tight, just made to be fucked!"

Debbie couldn't really reply, but she could feel that massive log in her ass. She could imagine that her asshole was as stretched as her mouth was on the thick cock in her throat. She was just along for the ride, as both men soon were fucking her hard. She could hear Al's balls slapping her pussy on every fuckstroke, while Jim's would pummel her chin. Despite the discomfort, her pussy was flowing from her constant orgasms. She was amazed at how being with Jake and his friend the other night turned her into the nympho she has become. The cock in her ass wasn't as uncomfortable now, and actually felt really good. The cock in her mouth made her want the cum from it. 

Jim bellowed out, "I'm coming. Take my load, you cumslut!"

And as Al continued to fuck her ass unmercifully, Jim's cock spewed out his cock cream. She gladly accepted his hosing of her throat, as she gulped and swallowed it as fast as she could. The massive amount of his offering was too much however, and she could feel it seeping from her tight lips clamped around the cock. But, she did her best to suck up his cum, and while he finally began to subside, the cock in her ass shot deep inside of her bowels. Al held her hips tight against him, as she felt him spurt inside of her anus. As she licked Jim's rapidly deflating prick of the last vestiges of sperm, she just quivered to yet another intense orgasm. 

Finally, both men emptied themselves into her orifices, and she felt each eventually slide from her mouth and ass. As she knelt there on her hands and knees, she was much too tired to move. She watched as both men began to dress, while she was still wearing everything but her thong, which laid behind her.

Jim reached into his wallet, pulling out some bills, dropping them beside her, then said, "That was great. What is your name, by the way slut?"

"Debbie."

"Well Debbie, Al and I hope to see you again. You are a great cocksucker," he said.

Al chimed in, "She has a great ass too. That ass could make you a lot of money."

As both men walked away, she weakly got to her feet. She noticed her thong was missing, and saw Jim waving it at her from a distance. Cum was oozing from her ass, and down her thighs. She thought, it was worth losing her panties for the sex she just had. But she knew she needed more.... 



Center of Attention Ch. 02



Mrs. Harrison knew Amanda was a wanton bitch. She reached down and touched Amanda's swollen lips with one finger, lightly sliding it up and down, not penetrating, just teasing. "May I taste?" she asked Amanda. 

"Please, Mrs. Harrison, yes, please," was the reply and Mrs. Harrison slid it in slow and deep. Mrs. Harrison withdrew the finger and tasted it, savoring Amanda's juices. 

She then knelt down behind Amanda and drew her face near. The tip of her tongue slowly reached out to grace Amanda, a slow subtle lick. Momentary silence and inaction. She moved her face closer, this time darting her stiff tongue into Amanda's swollen lips and back out. She placed her hands between Amanda's thighs, parting them a bit wider. Mrs. Harrison ran her tongue along the bottom of Amanda's pussy lips to Amanda's ass, careful to make sure Amanda knew where she ended. She spread Amanda's lips with her fingers, ran them in a circular motion, got her excited and went to penetrate with her tongue when Amanda quietly begged, "Oh..... please..... more." Mrs. Harrison slapped Amanda's ass to command silent obedience. Amanda was flustered with anticipation, it weighed on her. She arched her back and stuck out her ass trying to prod Mrs. Harrison to action.

Mrs. Harrison reached under her own skirt to find herself. She loved stroking her sex through her silk panties as she toyed with Amanda. Her nipples hardened beneath the constraints of her bra. Her pussy was wet and engorging. The power trip was invigorating and addictive. Mrs. Harrison knew exactly why Amanda was such a tease. She patiently crouched behind Amanda well aware of her intentions and desires, continuing to touch herself. Amanda was predictable- she was quick to fluster when being serviced. Now, when she was half way there she was suddenly thrown into a silent purgatory. Minutes passed and nothing. She dare not look back at Mrs. Harrison lest the session end. To Amanda, this was torture and pleasure, so close yet so far away. 

"Should I lick it?" Mrs . Harrison asked as she touched Amanda's clit gently nudging the swollen flesh with her finger. "Should I make you touch it, make you show me how you get off?" Amanda writhed, pushing down against Mrs. Harrison's finger as best she could to generate more sensation. Mrs. Harrison pulled back her finger. "Want more, darling? What is it that you want today?" Mrs. Harrison asked in a toying voice. "Maybe more penetration? Should I stand behind you and lightly stroke your clit until you cum? Fondle those hard unattended pointed rosy nipples? I know how much you love that..." Mrs. Harrison said trailing off. 

Mrs. Harrison's suggestion got Amanda hot, just as hot as if Mrs. Harrison was actually performing the acts on her. Amanda reveled in Mrs. Harrison's voice when she talked in an authoritative seductive manner. "Maybe I should command you to the floor, intertwine our legs and hump against you and fondle your clit until we get off?" Mrs. Harrison asked. Amanda had never taken Mrs. Harrison there before and was excited that she had suggested the act. Mrs. Harrison had fantasized it, it was so tempting to her. 

Mrs. Harrison stood up behind Amanda. She took her finger and brought it below Amanda's nose. "Smell it" she commanded. Amanda slowly inhaled, the odor of her sex seeping up her nose triggering a deep primal lust. Mrs. Harrison brought it to Amanda's red lips, slowly circling them once all the way around, inserting the finger for Amanda's tongue to caress. "Like it?" she asked. Amanda nodded yes while in a trance like state sucking while the finger. "Darling," Mrs. Harrison whispered into Amanda's ear, "whose pussy do you taste?"

Mrs. Harrison withdrew her finger and lightly kissed Amanda on the cheek. Mrs. Harrison walked out into the evening, liberated and now in control....



Center of Attention Ch. 03



The persons, places and events in this story are creations of my imagination and are entirely and purely fictional. They are not intended to portray any persons, places, things or any events which have occurred in real life. Any similarity to same are purely coincidental.

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Jackie Harrison sat back in her ox blood leather chair swiveling back and forth out of boredom. The day was passing by slowly. Amanda was in with a client- a three hour appointment. Somebody had big problems. Jackie looked about her desk and found all she had waiting for her were mundane administrative tasks. She sighed and went to work. The telephone rang.

"Office of Amanda Bills. How may I assist you?" she asked. 

In a deep sultry regal English accent he said, "Hello dear, how are you today?" 

Jackie's heart skipped a beat and her face went flush with excitement. She had not spoken with him for over two weeks and was wondering when he might next call. 'He' was the person she nicknamed 'The Voice'. She did not know his name and it did not matter. He was her mystery man, the voice on the other end of the line. 

They had first met by mere coincidence. About a year ago she sat at her desk dutifully working when the telephone rang. She answered as she always did and he replied, "I am truly sorry, I dialed the wrong number, this is not The Manacle Store." Jackie replied, "No, you are not entirely wrong, it was their number. It changed. Their old number was assigned to this office. Their new number is....." 

"Thank you," he replied as he hung up. Jackie thought nothing of the call but snickered at the name "The Manacle Store". 

Moments later the telephone rang again and as she answered he said, "I am really sorry to bother you again. I am the one who just called the wrong number. I must tell you, you have a very soothing voice. I just thought you might want to know that."

"Why, thank you, that is so kind," Jackie innocently retorted.

He continued, "it is so rich and pleasant. All receptionists should have your voice." 

From there the conversation continued for ten minutes until a scheduled client arrived and Jackie had to end their conversation. Before they hung up, he asked if he could call her again just to chat. She agreed thinking it was all harmless. She did not get his name or telephone number but what she did receive was flattery, something she had not received in quite a long time. For all she knew he lived hundreds of miles away, perhaps in another county, state or even overseas.

The Voice would call on an irregular basis, just out of the blue. She would know his voice after the first word, which was usually, "Darling", in his loveable British accent. They would talk as time allowed and slowly learned a bit more about each other with each conversation. 

One day, out of curiosity, she asked him what was sold at The Manacle Store- the odd name had stuck with her. When he told her what was sold at The Manacle Store, at first she was taken aback. In later conversation she began to express curiosity about why he patronized the store, what he bought and what he did with the items and with who he did "those" things.

Over time, their conversations would eventually turn to the topic of sex. For Jackie, before her husband passed, sex was a rarely discussed topic, especially with a total stranger. Now she was free to explore. She chose to discuss it with The Voice. It was safer with him because of their completely anonymous relationship.

When they discussed the issue, she would quietly sit at her desk, her high back chair turned away from clients in the reception area, attentively listening to him tell tales of his sexual adventures. She in turn would whisper into the mouth piece of her head set, so the clients could not hear her, and imagine her words winding into his ear as she told him her deepest darkest sexual curiosities, fantasies and secrets, things which nobody else in the world knew. Jackie enjoyed how her sexual tension was built out of anonymous and free unfettered discussion of a taboo subject. She did not physically want him, she only wanted to fantasize with him. He never discouraged the discussion and even seemed to egg her on when she turned the conversation to the topic.

The more they talked, the greater her sexual curiosity grew. She was being seduced by his sordid tales and infected with the notion of personally experiencing similar behavior. More and more she found she could resist less and less. It was around that time that she and Amanda started their relationship. She had opened up enough to The Voice to express her desire to explore her sexuality and who she really was. She had told him about Amanda, about Amanda's games and wicked little habits. He told her he could help. She was a bit concerned by his offer. She did not want him to intrude and interfere with her relationship with Amanda. For now it was 'hers'. With his encouragement she pursued her affair with Amanda. He told her how to tease and seduce Amanda. When to deny her and when to provide to her. When Amanda wanted discipline, he taught her how to administer it. When Jackie decided to deny Amanda's request for physical punishment, The Voice assured Jackie that she could withhold it and not loose Amanda. He assured Jackie that she could dictate the terms and methods of punishment, and that they need not be physical- he had his methods too, and he though they would be just as or even more effective, and, to Jackie's liking.

He began to realize, based on her growing curiosity, that he could enlist her to assist him in his causes. She reluctantly agreed to participate. He vowed her to secrecy in his endeavors and pledged his expertise in helping her with hers. He made it very clear that her participation would be risqué and promised her it would be entertaining and intriguing. He told her she could opt out if and whenever she wished. She would be an ancillary participant in his quests and would be permitted to voyage into his world, to explore her desires, collaterally learn his techniques and use them to her benefit in her own dealings with Amanda.

At first it started with the packages. He would send a package- the courier would tell her it was from "Alec". The day after, he would send someone to pick it up. They- either a man, a woman or a combination of some sort- would come to Jackie's office during the day at an unscheduled time, enter the office, approach her reception desk and declare they had come to retrieve a package for Alec. For Jackie, her fears and risk were in the time of the pickup and whether Amanda or a waiting client would stumble on her illicit activity.

Before she could release the package, the recipient would need to expose themselves to Jackie in the reception area. To Jackie's right was a door to Amanda's office. The Voice told Jackie the exposure could not be quick- it had to last at least ten seconds, an otherwise long silent tension. The people never knew how long Jackie would make them stand before her. It was always long enough for Jackie to peruse their bodies and they to risk being seen by others. Nobody knew if anyone was going to walk out of Amanda's office into the view of full frontal nudity. If caught, Jackie could feign innocence and victimization. The flasher could not.

Jackie was to determine if they had satisfied all conditions. She was The Voice's guardian in that respect. If Jackie was not satisfied, she would make them expose themselves again. Sometimes she would tell them to leave the office and come back in ten minutes knowing the reception area would be fuller with waiting patients and the flasher's risk of getting caught greater. She might have them flash her and then tell them to take a seat in the reception area amongst the others. Make them wait ten, twenty, maybe thirty minutes and then beckon them to her again, all the while watching them squirm under the pressure of sitting next to the others in the reception area, wondering if the others knew what they had just done and if they were going to scrutinize them if they were required to do again for Jackie. Sometimes she made them come back just to have them do it again, solely for her pleasure even though they had satisfied her the first time. They all knew she would be reporting back to The Voice. They also knew they had to return to him package in hand. They knew they were at her mercy.

They usually came completely naked under a trench coat. It was easier for the women- a pair of shoes and it looked like they were wearing a short dress beneath the coat. The more reluctant ones wore some article of clothing beneath the coat. For them she would have them leave and only return if naked per The Voice's instructions. Sometimes the women came in lingerie- stocking and garters- perhaps thinking they were to flash a man. She would overlook the transgression. A well hung man once came with a bow tie on his sex. She though it crafty and let it slide. A very brazen one once came with small bells tied to his sex. He got noticed by the people in the reception area as he marched in jingling. He was so 'cocky' he apparently did not care about the quizzical attention.

She enjoyed perusing their bodies, observing their curves and shapes- the size of a man's sex, whether it was erect or limp, or, the women and their nipples- small, large or erect, or, how they manicured their pubic hair- short cropped, completely shaven, bushy, etc. Her view was a cornucopia of diversity. What most tempted her was how close she was and the fact that she could reach out and lightly touch them with her long red finger nail, run it through their pubic hair, maybe along the under side of a cock tip and gently bob it up and down in a teasing fashion, maybe graze a woman's shaven and exposed lips or have her lean forward and flick or twist her nipple. Maybe whisper some salacious teasing words....

Once Jackie was satisfied, she gave them the box. All were required to open it in her presence. Always, the box contained a pair of silver handcuffs. None knew in advance what the box held. They would usually held it close to their chest, shielding it from the view of the others, their eyes shifting while their hands fumbled to opened the plain small brown cardboard box. A nervously shake of the cuffs before Jackie, and for all other to see, usually got them permission to leave. Occasionally, the randy ones would give Jackie an extra little flash and a sly smile as they turned to leave. 

Before they left, Jackie yearned to discreetly hand the attractive ones a piece of paper with her office telephone number, first name and instructions when to call her- a middleman's attempt to take an under the table cut of the pay. She thought they were all on some kind of sexual treasure hunt. 

The Voice would always call her later in the day to discover if they had performed to her satisfaction. She enjoyed having him as "The Voice". Jackie wanted to ask him what it was all about but decided it was better to let matters be.

The Voice started, "So Jackie, you did a very nice job for me the other night. I truly appreciate how well you handle him. Each time Louis details for Anna how you teased him, trained him and made him pleasure you. The reward you gave him last night was a nice touch". 

Jackie listened, subconsciously teasing her nipple by running her finger in a circle atop of her silk blouse. She was excited by how he was training the two- Louis and Anna. The Voice had given them their fictitious names. They were strangers he brought together, people who separately came to him looking for someone else to participate in an unconventional relationship. They knew nothing about each other. They submitted to The Voice's whim and unconditionally followed his directions. 

They would meet at his house on a designated date and time. They were totally anonymous to each other except by sight. They were not permitted to talk to each other except when given permission and even then they could not tell each other their true identity, where they lived or worked, etc. Absolutely anonymity, even if they met by chance in public. If that was breached, the meetings would be permanently terminated. 

He would take them to a room, place them on their knees facing each other completely naked, hands tied behind their backs to a pole so they could barely move. The best they could do was to lean forward and come face to face, close enough to sense the other's breath and almost touch tongues, but they could never reach. A small distance too far to bridge. Their inability to touch one another and the confessions of their erotic encounters, fantasies and yearning for each other only served to heighten the growing underlying sexual tension and attraction between the two. The Voice's goal was to build a sexual frenzy. He was good at that. But in part only as good as those who helped him, like Jackie. This had been going on for the past nine months...

Unknown to the two, The Voice had arranged for Louis to have an 'affair' with a stranger, or at least someone Louis thought was foreign to the process. The fact that Louis had met Jackie at a bar was no coincidence. She seduced him well. Part of the process was Louis' confession to Anna of the details of his encounters with Jackie. 

Jackie liked being in control of Louis when they met and she enjoyed her role in the process. Equally so, she enjoyed The Voice detailing for her how Louis described their meetings, confessed the erotic acts to Anna and how she reacted. 

The Voice started, "Anna is jealous and he is ravenous to take you. Each of the three times Louis has met you, he returns to tell Anna how badly he wants you but is rebuffed, how he tastes you, what you smell and taste like, how he brings you to climax but is not allowed to take you. He tells her how he lies in bed at night thinking of you, stroking himself, how he hopes each day an e-mail will arrive with instructions regarding when and where you will next meet. He constantly checks his e-mail anticipating one just from you. He also tells her how he lusts for her. Once he confessed a fantasy of you and Anna together with him. She speaks little when he tells her these things. She then tells him how badly she wants him to take her. The positions he should use when he does it. How he should bend her over, her head and shoulders on the floor and her ass up in the air. How he should rub her sex and insert his thumb and massage her bud with two fingers. How he should do that until she is on the verge of climax and then how he should plunge viciously in and pillage her. If I bind her loosely, she will get into the position, her ass up, pussy spread and facing him just to show him it. She will talk dirty to him, teasing his lust for her. She uses you as a foil, telling him she can do better than you. He gets erect and neither of them can do anything about it. She loves to taunt him, to watch him get hard over her. She cannot touch him like you can. It builds her ego to pleasure him in that way. If they are face to face, she will talk to him and get him hard, staring at his erect cock. Her mouth parts slightly and you can see in her eyes all she wants to do is bring it to her lips, hover over it and then slowly let it slide into her mouth and down her throat. I owe you for all you have done to help me. I do not know how to thank you. I am sure you will figure out a just reward, yes?"

Jackie thought. She toyed with the idea of turning Amanda over to The Voice for some 'training' but quickly discarded the notion- it would not work just not now...

Jackie said, "I know how you can repay me. I am having a masquerade party for Mardi Gras. Afterwards I want to have, shall we say a 'private show' of sorts for a select small group of friends. I know you told me Louis and Anna both fear doing it in public. I want the two for the night. I want to control them, display them in front of an audience... push their limits... they have strong unsatisfied lust for each other, but is it deep enough for them to breach their inhibitions?"

"My, my Jackie. In such a short time you have gone from a demure conservative lady to a lusty sexual vixen...," he chided her. "Alright, I will oblige you but I deliver them and pick them up and they remain anonymous to all and each other. During the exchange we never meet. You are free to let them do whatever you wish. They will be told to be obedient to you and no one else. I trust you will not let me down. Oh, and one more little tidbit, they cannot discover who you are."

"Deal," she said.



Center of Attention Ch. 04



THE TAKING OF JACKIE

Jackie Harrison walked down the hallway of her town house toward the front door to bound out into the sunny winter afternoon and hustle back to work. The sun shined through the transom window over the door and beckoned her to the unusually warm afternoon. 

She had gone home to take lunch- work was slow and there were a few chores to perform. She unlocked the brass dead bolt, pulled open the big wood door, stepped out and locked it, stepped down and turned and immediately crashed into her neighbor's son Ellis, sending him tumbling hard to the ground. 

"Oh my," she exclaimed, "Ellis, I am so sorry."

"It is ok Mrs. Harrison. I'm alright. It is good to see you... after so long," he replied, a grog to his voice from the violent crash.

"You too," Jackie said with a smirk on her face. "Come in and let me make sure you are not hurt. You might need some ice for your head." 

Ellis was no boy. He was a 28 year old graduate school student studying for his MBA. School was 100 miles away. His parents lived next to Jackie. He was home for winter break. She had seen him grow up since he was 15, when his family moved next door. Most people in the neighborhood had bought their homes when the area was downtrodden but on the cutting edge of revitalization. They bought on the cheap and rehabilitated the brick face three story town homes, gutting them from bottom to top, installing the most modern of amenities, hot tubs, roof top decks, etc. Over time the area became 'the' upscale swank downtown neighborhood.

The two went into Jackie's house. "Sorry to hear about Mr. Harrison..." Ellis said his voice trailing off as her embarrassingly confessed a delayed condolence at her loss.

"Thank you. I miss him. Have a seat in the family room and I will be right there," Jackie said as she went into the kitchen for some ice.

Jackie reached into the freezer and the cold chill of the ice cubes brought back her memory of that sordid afternoon. She always remembered it well- like a fine jewel, with each review it was always seemed new and exciting. Unfortunately, it was a prized yet tainted possession she could not share with anyone....

It was a hot summer afternoon and Jackie was driving home from work for a late day lunch. She rounded the corner looking for a parking spot in front of her house. A block away and she was talking to herself, "Come on, give me a spot, gosh it is so hot, 98 degrees and no mercy..." 

She saw a space ahead. A block from home and up a steep hill in the heat and in heels. For lack of a better alternative she took it. She started the slow walk in the heat and oppressive humidity. As she approached her home, she saw a man sitting on the front step of her or her neighbor's house. She could not tell which one. The neighborhood was not one for vagrants. Her neighbors were all fairly good about looking out for each other, questioning strangers and sending them on their way. Today, nobody was about. The last thing she needed was to confront a strange man while alone.

As Jackie came closer she was overcome by a sense of relief. The man was Ellis, her neighbor's 25 year old son. He was no stranger. 

"Hi Ellis, how are you?" Jackie asked.

"Ok, I guess", he replied.

"Why are you out here in this heat? Are you ok?" she asked.

"Mom and Dad are away. I came by last night to check on the house and stayed. When I woke up the AC was out. I called the repairman and he cannot commit to a time- all he could tell me was he would be here sometime today. I have tried everything to keep cool while waiting for him. I can't leave. I thought sitting out here in the shade might be better than inside in the stifling heat but it is not much better."

"Well, you should have called me. I would have told you where your Mom keeps the emergency key to my house. You could have stayed inside while waiting for the repairman." Jackie scribbled a note for the repairman to knock at her door and posted it. 

"Come on in and I'll buy you a drink," Jackie told him.

Ellis following Jackie down the long narrow hallway to the kitchen. "Have a seat," she said motioning to the bar stools at the island, "What will it be?"

"Ice water is fine," he answered.

"Oooo, bold choice college boy. Sure you do not want a beer or something stronger?" Jackie chided.

"No thanks," he said, "Not after that heat. Besides, this summer I'm tending bar off campus. I get my fill." Jackie handed him the glass, the cubes clanking, as she passed it to him. It was refreshingly cool to the touch and he guzzled it like a man who had walked out of the desert after weeks without an oasis.

"More?" Jackie offered.

"Yes, please," he said.

As Jackie handed him the glass she bent her head from side to side trying to stretch out her aching neck muscles. Ellis noticed.

"Rough day?" he inquired.

"Yes, I have starred at the computer all day, my eyes are strained and it hurts my neck. The ergonomics of my desk are fair at best, and that is being generous. This seems to be happening to me more often. Maybe its age, do you think? Is 42 to young for this to happen?" she asked.

"I do not know," he said, "Maybe Mr. Harrison could massage it out for you tonight." 

"No, that will not happen. He is away on business across the country and does not return for a few days. Maybe its time for a message at the spa...." Jackie replied.

"Let me try working out the knots in your shoulders and neck," Ellis suggested as he stood up and moved behind her.

"Really?" Jackie asked, intoning hesitancy.

"Relax, let me try. If its not working, I'll stop," he assured her. Ellis placed his strong masculine hands on Jackie's shoulders before she could respond. 

Ellis was about a head taller than Jackie. He was a good looking man by all standards. 'Strapping and vibrant' was what the girls usually told him when they described what attracted them. The flattery had built his ego but he was not outwardly cocky, just modest and self assured. Of all his traits, self assurance shined through the most, after they got past his looks.

Jackie stood slightly unnerved. She did not want to insult Ellis by turning down his offer. The thought of her and this young man alone in her house... maybe in the back of her mind the puritan in her was whispering to her... or...maybe she just had a gut instinct...

Jackie and Vance Harrison had been married for 23 years. They had each grown up in small rural communities in the same county, gone to rival high schools, attended the same college and met. They married just after graduating. She had dated a few men besides Vance and had never been with others. Vance's job moved them around the country. Finally they had settled down at corporate headquarters. Yes, he still traveled extensively, often leaving Jackie behind and alone. She managed to keep herself occupied through work and friends and never strayed from him, except sometimes in her lonely thoughts....

Ellis' hands gently worked her shoulders. He innocently plied her muscles with his thumbs and the muscular base of his palms, moving from the shoulders to the base of her neck. She closed her eyes. 'Yes,' she thought, 'this is ok, it is innocent.'

"It is kind of hard for me to really do this the right way for you. Maybe you could undo the top three buttons of your blouse and pull it off your shoulders," Ellis suggested.

"Ok," Jackie quietly replied with self kept reservation. Ellis began working her shoulders again, this time he firmly worked the muscles. He got to the base of her neck and ran his finger tips up the nape on both sides. It felt so good. He moved his fingers up behind her ears. Jackie flinched. 

"Sorry, I was just trying to loosen you up. You are a bit uptight? Stressed?" he asked.

"Yes, a bit, but please continue," Jackie told him not wanting to offend his innocent assistance. Ellis placed his hands over her shoulders, his palms resting across them, his fingers working the shoulder muscles just above her collarbone, his thumbs massaging her just below the base of her neck between the shoulder blades.

"You are too stressed for this to work. Let me suggest some relaxation techniques," he said.

"What does an MBA student know from relaxation techniques?" she asked.

"I took a class in undergrad- found them very effective, they really do work. Give it a chance. You can always stop.... Now close your eyes and imagine the ocean, lazy waves slowly crashing the beach in a rhythmic pattern, slow relaxing repetitive motions and sounds." He brought his finger tips to her temples and touched them lightly, moving in slow circles. 

"Breathe slow and lightly," he instructed as he continued pressing her temples harder until she had forgotten the amount of pressure he was exerting. Jackie's mind began to wander away from what ailed her and she drifted into the ocean scene she imagined and the good place that it was. He continued rubbing her temples for a few minutes and then drew a line with his fingers across her temples and down to behind her ears. He slowly rubbed there, up and down. At first she did not notice he had changed spots. She was that lost in the moment. He continued behind her ears for a while.

"Lean your head forward," he whispered to her, interrupting her thoughtless consciousness. Jackie complied. She grabbed a clip off the counter and put up her hair giving him better access. He ran his fingers up and down her neck as gravity pulled her head down, stretching her taught muscles.

"Feel good?" he asked.

"Quite... you should do this for a living," she quietly answered.

"Lets try another technique. Keep your eyes closed, maintain your breathing pace, lean your body back against me and lean your head back against my shoulder," he responded.

Jackie complied. Ellis reached for his glass and removed an ice cube. He brought the very tip of the cube to her red lips and moved it in a circular motion, painting them with the melting ice. At first Jackie did not respond deferring to his ability but when Ellis brought his left arm around her midsection she tightened up. He sensed her discomfort.

"Just for balance," he explained. She relaxed.

As the ice melted it ran down her chin and neck, pooled at her collar bone and then slowly cascaded down her chest and between her breasts. Gently he traced the trail with the cube, its edge barely touching her skin. As the cube touched the beginning of her cleavage she tensed up again.

"May I?" he asked as he went to unbutton the next one on her blouse, which would reveal her bra. She was contemplatively silent. "Its not like I have never seen a bra", he said, "If you move the blouse off your shoulders, I can better access to your back."

"Well, ok, but no further," she said. Ellis undid the button and drew down the blouse. He did not want to feed her reluctance. He noticed how well tanned she was, the freckles on her skin, how soft her well tended skin felt in his hands. He ran his finger tips across her shoulder muscles, his touch barely perceptible to Jackie. She enjoyed it. "Lean your head back again," he said as he sensed her ease. He again brought his left arm around her midsection and pulled her close, this time holding her slightly tighter than last.

He brought a new ice cube to her lips and repeated the circular motion as the ice melted into her mouth, the refreshing coolness of the water teasing her tongue as her lips parted and he playfully graced her waiting tongue with the cube. She felt the gentle graze of his thumb across her breast just about where her nipple would be. At first Jackie was taken aback by his forwardness. But something within her was letting go, something long pent up. Repression was seeking its freedom and revenge. She just could not believe that her neighbor's 25 year old son, the same boy who just seven years ago sat with her on a piano bench demonstrating his musical talent, was bringing it out of her.

He pulled her a bit closer. She noticed how his pelvis was pushing up against her, their bodies separated by his pants and her skirt. She noticed the slight bulge in his pants, how it pressed against her, slowly swelling and pressing harder. His thumb pressed harder, stroking her nipple teasing it erect. She remained silent. He feared she would suddenly object. At this point it did not matter to him if he failed, he had made his stand, a stand he had been waiting to take for years, a stand which was all fantasy and which he never ever thought he would even have the chance to take...

Ever since his family moved next to the Harrisons, he craved Mrs. Harrison. She was a graceful beautiful woman, then in her early thirties. The guys on the street would talk about how 'hot' she was and how they would like to give her a good 'screw'. He thought they were immature; he could not be that base about her. He knew her better than they. He respected her. It did not matter that he moved away to attend college, he still fantasized about her- how he would be gentle with her, how he would wanted to slowly worship her body, her lips, neck, nipples, breasts, legs, thighs. He would satisfy her. Being married she was unavailable, and that only served to make the fantasy forbidden and intense. She was his best and favorite fantasy. Now she was in his arms.

He held her tight and nuzzled behind her ear, laying gentle kisses on her. Boldly he slipped his hand into her blouse, slipped her breast from the constrains of the bra and circled her nipple with his thumb. No protestation, only a quiet sigh. He kissed the back of her neck and as his lips reached its base began unbuttoning her blouse. He kissed her bare shoulders, unhooked her bra and slid the straps down off her arms. In a moment of modesty, she raised her shoulder and crossed her arms across her exposed breasts to shield herself. She looked over her shoulder and whispered, "naughty boy."

He leaned forward and pressed her thighs against the kitchen counter. Looking forward through the pass through to the dining room he noticed he could see himself and Jackie in the mirror on the wall. His hands came up and pulled her arms down. He gently cupped the bottoms of her breasts, his thumbs teasing and grazing the tips of her sweet erect nipples. He marveling at her beauty. Mrs. Harrison kept her eyes closed and did not notice that she could watch herself and Ellis. He drizzled kisses on her, his hands softly caressed her body. His bulge growing, the message was not lost on her.

A finger ran across her stomach at the top of her skirt. A hand tried to slip in but the skirt hugged her too tight. His hands took the sides of the skirt and pulled it up from below. He reached under and his hand found the front of her silk panties. Slowly he ran his fingers over her covered furrow.

"This is quite the message," Jackie whispered. Without responding Ellis continued roaming with his hands. Her pulled down her panties to her thighs and ran his fingers through her coarse wild bush. She leaned back pressing her ass against him. He pulled the skirt up over her hips.

"Wait, allow me," she said unzipping the skirt and removing the garment. She reached behind and unfastened his belt and pants, releasing them to fall to the floor, "Lets do this right," she told him as she pushed the waistband of his boxers so they fell off his hips to join his pants.

There stood Mrs. Harrison before him, her body naked in a pair of exceptionally seductive high heels. She leaned against the counter, her ass towards him, waiting for his next advance. He stepped forward and pressed his firm young flesh against her, his hard sex resting where the rounds of her ass met. They basked in the press of warm flesh, an exhilarating rush of excitement coming over each of them. His hands ran to her hips and down her front to her sex. His fingers spread her lips and he ran them within her folds, gently playing with her moist swollen bud, rolling it between his fingers. She closed her eyes and leaned her head forward enjoying it all. Her hips began to buck as the pleasure welled within her. She pressed back, teasing him. Never had she ever imagined straying, much less with a younger man.

Her lips spread, he teased her bud by gliding the very edges of his finger across its ridges. Her breathing accelerated and she consciously made an effort to be silent- she did not want to appear to enjoy it to much- although from within she was begging to be taken. He felt her wetness seeping out as her rose opened for him. He slid a finger inside and his thumb played with her clit. She shuddered as he entered. 

Ellis surveyed her body- it was everything he had ever imagined- long firm legs, tight smooth ass and incredible curves. She was a woman the likes of which he had never had- beautiful and older. He brought his head between her thighs and repeatedly tapped her lips. She pushed back trying to slide the shaft in. Teasingly, Ellis pulled away. After a while he brought the head to her lips and slowly inserted it, immersing himself within the sex he had lusted for years, the one which that very moment opened just for him. She whimpered as he penetrated and widened her. 

Ellis held her hips. Buried deep within her, she was impaled and at his mercy. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling of being enveloping by her. Jackie was speechless. She never knew she could have this kind of effect on a young man. She thought her days of attractiveness were over and men in general preferred a younger woman to her. Ellis was proving otherwise. She did not mind being wrong.

Placing his hands on her hips, and her thighs pressed against the counter top, she was immobilized. She leaned her upper body forward, arms outstretched, elbows locked and hands flat on the counter top. She looked up and for the first time noticed their joined images in the mirror. She watched with intensity as he slowly took her. Never before had she seen herself taken. It had been so long since a man had actually lusted her- she had missed the attention. Fixated by the scene, she watched intently as he had his way with her tight sex.

Ellis knew no patience at this point. He operated on animal instinct. Here he was, offered a beautiful woman; the dream opportunity of his lifetime. He violently thrust forward. She winced as he buried himself, her body shaking from his force. He withdrew and contemplated her body. A moment passed and then he penetrated her. He withdrew again, waited and again thrust forward. Each time he opened her she shook within. After each thrust she yearned for the next one, and the one that would follow and the one after that...

He looked into the mirror and noticed she was watching him. He smiled knowing of her interest and stared directly into her eyes acknowledging her gaze. It was a wanton stare, the kind impassioned lovers exchange. She arched her back and pushed out her ass, coaxing him for more. He began taking her in short strokes. He heard the sop, sop, sopping sound of her lips as they opened and closed around his cock, and how her tight sex tried to hold him as he took her.

"Oh God Ellis, what are you doing to me???" Jackie whined, "stop teasing me....please, just take me..." Ellis wanted to spill himself deep within her but fought to stave off the oncoming release, to preserve the glorious moment he might never have again. She clutched at him from within. His thoughts of how she felt wrapped around him were too much. The thought that he was actually taking her, touching her, pleasuring her, that she wanted him- it was all too exciting, too much for him to control. He grasped her soft flesh with his masculine grip and began thrusting hard and furious. Her rapturous wailing serenaded him , "Oh yes, more, more, please, yes, Ellis, yes, fuck me," she cried. Hearing her begging to be taken was to much for him to bear. He gave a deep hard thrust in response and rifled his hot jiz hard and deep within her. She quipped loudly and seized as his heat hit her within. He held her close and tight as her tender body shook within his grasp. As the release subsided, he wrapped his arms around her trying to preserve the moment forever....




Center of Attention Ch. 04



After he came to his senses, he withdrew and lifted her to the kitchen island, perching her aloft. He was not done with her by any stretch of the imagination. "Slide back and spread your legs," he said quietly. She complied and he showed her to bring her feet to the counter top. Spread before him, she sat exposed and open, her haired furrow graced with specs of their their sordid cum. Her flower was open and inviting. He brought his face to her, smelled the essence of their release and tasted her flesh. 

"Touch yourself," he said. She blushed and hesitated. He wondered why. Was it that she had never done this before? If she had, did she not like it? Maybe sh did and was embarrassed that he should know? Despite the blush he watched her hesitantly bring her fingers to her sex and spread her precious outer lips wide, offering her delicate inner fruit. Her middle finger touched the top of her bud and she gently tugged at it. He began his worship, carefully paying attention to her fingers- kissing, licking and suckling them- acknowledgment of her acquiescence to his request and savoring how she tasted, how they tasted together. He inserted a finger and softly pulled at her inner fleshy mound from behind. Her thighs began to quiver as she ascended. With each warbled quip of "yes" he lapped her fingers, lashed her clit with his tongue and stroked her within. Suddenly, her thighs clamped on his head and she bucked her hips, thrashing herself up and down at his face as she cried out in ecstasy......

Her passions subsided, Jackie slid to the edge of the counter top and lowered herself. She took Ellis by the hand and led him to the piano bench in the next room. She had him straddle the bench and lean back, his elbows supporting his lean muscular upper body. She brought a leg over his hips, and stood above him and then sat down. Jackie ran her fingers across his chest and abdomen feeling his young rippled flesh in her hands, marveling at his muscular physique as her hips slowly ground her bushed lips against his flaccid member.

"I remember how I gave you piano lessons on this very bench only a few years ago. You were a good player. I would catch you looking at my stocking covered thighs. I knew what you were thinking while your fingers danced on the keys... I never knew what to say... I did not want to embarrass you... all I could do was clear my throat," Jackie whispered, "...and now here we are, another awkward but risque moment..." she said as she leaned down to kiss his lips.

Ellis took a hand to the back of Jackie's head and held her as they kissed, tongues deeply entwined, lips meshed. She lifted her hips and brought his sex to hers and lowered herself on him, taking him deep. Slowly she began to ride him, building to a comfortable steady rhythm, his sex stroking her on just the right 'spot' each time.

"This is how I like it," Jackie confessed as she continued her slow steady rhythm. Ellis cupped her breast and leaned forward, bringing his mouth to her nipple, gently sucking it as she rode him. She reached down and touched herself. It was not lost on him as he attentively watched her fondle her sex.

"You like this?" she asked.

"Very much," he replied.

Jackie closed her eyes, picked up her head and breathed deep as she continued. She focused on the feeling of his hard youthful cock penetrating deep within her, her growing anticipation of release and the hope that he would release with her.

"Oh yes," she moaned as she played with herself. Ellis leaned back. She placed her free hand on his lower abdomen for balance as they continued their passionate dance. More and more, with each penetration, Jackie moaned. He heard her voice and the impending climax was music to his ears; knowing once again that he was about to pleasure her. Her hand pressed harder on his abdomen as her tension grew deeper and she repeatedly impaled herself on his strong shaft at a quicker pace. 

Her release imminent, over and over she came crashing down on him, her hood slamming his pelvis as her fingers, buried between her hairy lips, moved in a furious circle on her bud. Jackie's body began to quake. She rose up, barely holding his head in her lips and then thunderously crashed down on him, so hard that he though the bench was going to snap. Her thighs clenched in, then out, and in again as she arched forward and pressed down, pushing him deep within- one hand on his body the other buried in her lips. She gasped loudly as she seized. She leaned forward and then came back down on him. His big smooth head felt her inner walls clench tight and it was that little extra pressure and the warm heat of her climax which was enough to send him across the edge. He exploded streaming his hot jiz deep within her coveted walls as his hands held her hips impaling her as she shook....

"....Yes," Jackie thought, that was a very good time indeed. She looked at the young stud sitting in her living room waiting for her attention.

"Ellis, I need to go upstairs for a moment. In fact, while you are here, I may need you to help me move a heavy piece of furniture. I'll be right back," she said handing him the ice for his head.

Jackie went upstairs to her bedroom and closed the door. She called her office and left a message that she would not be returning for the day. Quickly she undressed and opened her dresser drawer. 'Yes, this is the one,' she thought to herself as she removed the garment from the dresser. Jackie disrobed and then sat on the bed. She placed the garter belt around her waist, carefully rolled up the stocking, inserted her toes and rolled it up her leg. Then the other one. She attached the garters, slipped on the corset and matching high heels, put up her hair and was ready. 

The "Vixen Jackie" had waited all too long for this opportunity and was not about to waste it. She went to the top of the stairs and called, "Ellis, I need you up here for a moment to help me, please..."

Ellis, oblivious as to what awaited, came to the foot of the staircase and looked up as he caught his footing. To his amazement, there stood Jackie- not the conservative woman he expected. What first struck him was the sight of her exposed bush- trimmed short and triangle shaped, unlike the last time. The look on his face gave away his amazement.

"Ellis dear, come upstairs..." Jackie softly directed. Ellis climbed to the top step and Jackie said, "Stop right there and kneel... Like what you see?" she asked as she moved closer and he starred directly at her bush, "I have not forgotten you Ellis. Where have you been all this time? You have some apologizing to do, maybe even need to be punished for your absence... show me why you are sorry for not coming to see me sooner...."