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Compromising Positions

By: me_thestoryteller



"Here is the list of contributors you asked for, Sen. Harrison. Um, I also included a list of the contributors who have a 60% or better donation history." I smiled and placed the lists in front of him and left. Just as I sat at my desk...Mrs. Harrison, entered the outer office where my desk is and said,

"Good morning Sandy...can I see my husband?"

"Hi Mrs. Harrison. Sure, go right in...he's free for the rest of the day."

Mrs. Harrison gave me a smile and went in...closing the door behind her. I had to wonder what they could be talking about, because she was here almost every day for going on two weeks. I couldn't imagine anything so important that it couldn't wait until Sen. Harrison got home and they could talk privately.

Debbie Harrison was a very attractive forty-five year old woman and always looked good no matter how she was dressed. She was blessed with a perfect slim 5'8" figure, short highlighted brunette hair and big green eyes. She was perky chested...34C's I was guessing, but on her, they hung just right. Being the bi-curious female that I am, I often look at women and wondering what they look like naked. I guess that's perverse thinking, but in no way would I consider myself gay. I just don't desire to be on that team. I doubt if I could make love to a woman as willingly as I could make love to a man...if given the right circumstances. I'm not a sexual opportunist and will not jump into bed with just anyone. I don't go out of my way to find sexual pleasure and maybe that's why I keep a latex dildo in my nightstand when I get the urge to find satisfaction. I'm a romantic at heart and to find the right person to share intimacies with is difficult for me. The last sexual fling I had was in high school...I was eighteen and I was drunk...and it was with a football jock who wouldn't take no for an answer. Well that's my defense and I'm sticking to it. Um, I haven't been sexually active since and I'm still a virgin believe it or not and I have the outdated notion of saving myself for the right man even though I'm bi-curious.

Since Sen. Harrison's office door was closed, I could barely hear the muffled conversation that sometimes grew loud. "What was that all about?" I wondered to myself. I worked for Sen. Harrison for two months and this was my first real job since graduating from Law School. I guess I should have went into law right after graduation, but I sort of fell into this job...simply because I was Sarah's best friend in college. Sarah is Sen. Barry and Debbie Harrison's daughter, but she declined the job when it became available. Mrs. Simpson, whom I replaced, took a maternity leave and she didn't know if she was coming back. So, Sarah suggested to her father that I replace Mrs. Simpson...as his personal secretary. While I didn't have experience as a secretary per say, I am intelligent and politically savvy and knew my way around the capital. I grew up in Georgetown...my father and mother both work for the FBI. He's a field agent and she's a department secretary.

I was filing some documents when the door to Senator Harrison's office behind me opened and out rushed Mrs. Harrison...all smiles. I had to roll my eyes and smile when she asked me,

"So Sandy...how do you like working for the government?"

"Um, fine I guess. This isn't what I went to law school for...to end up filing papers." Debbie Harrison laughed and shrugged her shoulders and agreed,

"It's called getting experience, but once you get the hang of it...you'll find the political process very invigorating."

"I guess. I haven't seen Sarah lately...what is she up too?"

Mrs. Harrison just laughed and rolled her eyes and said,

"She's been living in Paris for the past month...pursuing her art career."

"I didn't know that. Tell her I said hello when you talk to her?" Mrs. Harrison looked at her watch and said,

"I'll be sure to tell Sarah you were asking about her when we see her next week. Well, got to go...I'm running late...Bye."

Mrs. Harrison left in a swirl of rushing wind...that's the impression I got of her. She was always rushing off to somewhere...like a well dressed cyclone. I honestly didn't know how Sen. Harrison kept up with his young attractive wife? She got me tired just listening to her. The door closed behind her and sudden quiet invaded our office. Mrs. Harrison was a young mid forties society luminary while her husband...Senator Barry Harrison was pushing sixty-five, but he looked fifty. They have been married twenty-two years and Sarah was the result of their union and she was their only child.

There were six of us on the good Senator's staff and I was the youngest. Being twenty-two, single and a bit naïve about the real world...I looked upon my age as a handicap only because all my co-workers were over thirty and family oriented. There is thirty-four year-old Nancy Aldridge...a perky red headed "super mom" that made me wish I were married so I would have something to talk to her about. Nancy was endlessly clipping recipes from women's magazines and talking about her kids...ugh...give me a break. Another lady, Janet Busch is a gorgeous forty-two year old know it all, but what was so annoying about her was...she did know it all. Janet is a handy lady to have in your corner when you needed to know who to contact for political favors. Janet is also a low profile lesbian, but that never bothered me because she was a strait shooter with me and I liked her. There were times when I wanted to confide in her, but I figured it's better for me to take a no tell stance about my curious feelings. I wasn't gay and admitting my feelings would probably make her laugh at my naivety.

There are two men on our staff, forty-five year old Matt Hastings...our constitutional law expert and Farley Jones, an over weight fifty-year old political strategist from the great state of Georgia. Both of them are very married...not that I'm looking you understand. Last of our small office staff is Gloria Smith. She was a thirty-three year old single mom who was going to night school to study constitutional law. I was lukewarm to her because she was an "in your face" type person and never minded her own business...just everyone else's. Just then, Sen. Harrison came out and said,

"Janet...who do I have to see to get guest passes to the Embassy Ball next weekend?" Janet typed a few keys on her computer and said,

"Um, that'll be the Government Printing Office...sir. According to GPO, the guest passes were issued today at 9 am. They should have them at the security desk down in the main lobby...shall I send someone down for you?"

"No, no need. I'll pick them up myself when I leave." Sen. Harrison nodded and said to me,

"Sandy, step into my office for a moment...please?"

Yikes, what did I do now? I always got nervous when the big boss called me into his office. Maybe he wasn't pleased about my secretary skills and was going to fire my ass? I grabbed my note pad and followed him in and sat down. He stood ram rod erect and looked out the window for a moment and said,

"As you probably know, the Embassy Ball is next Saturday night, Ms. Beech. My wife, Mrs. Harrison is going away...to visit Sarah in Paris all next week. She cannot attend the ball...but I must. As chairman of the House and Ways committee, I must be with the President. So, I was wondering if you would attend the ball with me...as my guest. I'm sorry to give you such short notice...but you'll be doing me a big favor by going."

You could have knocked me off my chair with a feather. He was asking me...to go to a very formal Embassy Ball...with him? I gathered my wits and asked,

"But Senator...what about Mrs. Harrison? Wouldn't she mind us being seen together at such a formal affair?" Sen. Harrison smiled and shook his head and revealed,

"That won't be a problem because it was Mrs. Harrison who suggested I ask you. There was no one else available on such short notice." I grabbed at some feeble excuses floating around in my head and pushed one out and said,

"Sir...I don't even own a formal gown. I have no jewelry...nothing."

"Don't worry about it...you can pick out a gown at Mrs. Harrison's favorite dress shop...we have an account there. My wife took the liberty of calling them...to expect you sometime in the next few days. They also sell inexpensive jewelry for such formal occasions."

Senator Harrison wrote down the address of the exclusive dress shop and gave it to me. The address happened to be just three blocks from my apartment building...walking distance. I reluctantly accepted his offer and left his office. I was flattered...who wouldn't be, but at the same time I felt way out of my league. It's not that I'm ugly or anything like that...actually I'm quite attractive. I have a great 34-23-34 figure...I work out and eat healthy. I'm 5'4", very blonde, blue eyed and a buxom 34DD...the three B's. Any woman with the three B's in Washington can usually write her own ticket...if she plays her cards right. However, I'm not like that. Even though I have these curious thoughts, I'm very conservative. I'm just your average working gal, somewhat naïve about life and working towards a law career someday. It was nearly 5pm and we were closing down our computers and ready to go home when Gloria Smith cornered me in the copier room and asked,

"I heard you're going to the Embassy Ball with Sen. Harrison next week?" It was no state secret and I explained,

"Yes, Mrs. Harrison is going to Europe and can't go to the ball. So the Senator asked me to go in her place."

"I see. Sandy, just be careful. Sen. Harrison is a womanizer. I hate the thoughts of you ending up in some motel with that old so and so." This was news to me. I always thought Sen. Harrison was an honorable man and took offense to her unfounded allegations and said,

"Oh, you must be joking? I've known the senator for years...I attended grade school through college with Sarah."

Gloria sighed and reluctantly revealed,

"Mrs. Simpson, the woman you replaced...was having an affair with him. Rumor has it...he got her pregnant." I rolled my eyes and was getting a bit pissed and asked rather heatedly,

"Rumors...rumors. That's all you have, Gloria is rumors."

"There's always some truth to rumors."

"Are you sure Gloria?"

"As sure as I'm standing here talking to you." I couldn't take listening to her any longer and said politely,

"Well, thanks for the info...Gloria. I know your wrong, but I'll be careful never the less. See you Monday morning...bye."

I walked out of the copier room and grabbed my bag from my desk drawer and left the Senate office building a bit depressed. Was Gloria telling me the truth...was she on the level? What motive would she have to give me this information? Could she be jealous of me? I hate to think I was somehow a threat to her...her job? I really didn't know what to think. It was hard for me to believe Barry Harrison was a womanizer? I guess I had him up on a pedestal for so long...my better judgment was a bit clouded. I had a crush on him since I was in grade school and never seen or heard of him doing anything underhanded. Even when we had pool parties at their house, I never seen him give me or any woman a lustful glance. As far as I was concerned, he was beyond reproach. Even Sarah said that her father was such a stick in the mud and the most unexciting man in the world. That doesn't sound like Don Juan to me, but then, I was never a party girl either...except that time in high school and I had one too many drinks...but that was over four years ago.

I am attractive, yes, but I'm also very conservative in both thought and deed...except for my bi curious thoughts of course. The stoplight at the corner turned red and I stopped and looked for oncoming traffic and crossed the street. It came as a delightful shock to find that I was almost home. The walk home was a good twenty minutes from the senate office building to my apartment. My apartment was just a block further on and soon I would be enjoying a great tasting TV dinner. I unlocked the front entry door and went in and got my mail in the foyer. Then seeing nothing of importance, I shoved them in my bag and started up the stairs to my apartment on the fourth floor. I sighed and unlocked the door as I heard my phone ringing. I hurried across the living room and stumbled over my ottoman and reached for the phone and answered,

"Hello? Hi mom...just got in...yeah, rough day...really...no, dad never called...right, yesterday...well, no. Hey, guess what...no, I didn't get married or pregnant...I'm going to the embassy ball next Saturday...I know, I was shocked too...no, with Senator Harrison...right...Mrs. Harrison can't go...Sarah's in Paris...right...so that's why I was invited...okay, talk to you soon...tell dad I love him...love ya mom, Bye."

My mom, Janet Beech and Debbie Harrison were neighbors way back in the Stone Age and were good friends long before Senator Harrison got into politics. I knew the Harrison's since Sarah and I were in grade school. It was about six o'clock...still early enough to get changed and go out, but I wasn't in the mood. For some reason, I was tired...brain dead and comatose. But then again, maybe it was my job, or maybe it's just me. I had to wonder if I was just spinning my tires by working for a senator. If I worked in a law office...at least I would gain practical legal experience.

"My God, I'm only twenty two and have my whole life ahead of me. I'm not ready for retirement...not yet anyway." I lied to myself as I changed into my pajamas. My usual routine was to heat up a TV dinner and sit in front of the boob tube and watch a movie. I rented and sometimes bought movies, but I never cared to go to the movies. I hardly ever seen a recent movie when it was in the theaters...I always waited till it came out on DVD. So, theoretically, it's costing me nineteen dollars to own a movie that cost seven dollars in the theater to see. A fool and her money are soon parted...I guess. Just as my TV dinner was ready, the phone rang again...I answered,

"Hello? Hi Sally...just got home...no way, she did...no, staying in...right, that'll be the day...no, honest...tired from work...okay, maybe some other night...thanks for the invite...bye."

Sally Hanson is my best gal friend. Sally is a blonde like me, but unlike me, she is very out going and sociable when it comes to meeting men...she's a regular guy magnet. Sally wanted me to go clubbing with her and I had my doubts given my past experiences with her. The last time I went clubbing with her, she met a guy and left me alone and stranded at Club Paradise all night because I thought she wouldn't be gone long. I must have been hit on by every lounge lizard in the DC area that night. I was a bit pissed, but no need to put an end to a good friendship because of her inability to say no to a good looking guy. My TV dinner was almost cold when I pulled it from the oven, but I was so hungry, I would have eaten it frozen. I took my feast into the living room and set up a folding snack table...popped in a DVD and this was my evening.

While I ate and watched "Sleepless in Seattle" for the umpteenth time, I couldn't help but think of the ball...the embassy ball. Everyone who was a who's who will be there. The political power brokers from both sides of the aisle will be there...so will the President and Vice President. Foreign dignitaries from every nation...will be there and in the midst of all that hubbub...will be me...little ole me...Sandy Beech. What am I thinking? I can't go to that.

After my wonderful diner and movie, I decided to go to bed early. Since it was the weekend, I could sleep late in the morning and maybe later in the day go for jog in the park. I loved to jog and it helped clear the cobwebs from my brain. Well, that was the plan anyway. I went to bed and fell asleep quickly. I guess I was more tired than I realized. The next morning I stirred from a restful night's sleep only to realize it was almost ten. I crawled out of bed and went into the bathroom to shower. Slowly, I came to life and enjoyed the delightfully warm water. When I was done, I dried off and threw on a robe and soon I was in the kitchen and making my coffee. I looked out the window and it was raining...there goes my jogging plans. Just then I noticed a slip of paper buried under my hank of keys. It was the address of that dress shop.

"That's what I'll do today...go shopping for my ball gown." I said to myself and went to change. Twenty minutes later, dressed in jeans and tucked in pink T-shirt, I grabbed my umbrella and was out the door. The name of the dress shop was Paris on the Potomac. I had passed it many times and always thought it was way too expensive for someone like me...but then I never attended a real ball either and had no reason to buy an expensive ball gown. I walked in and was confronted with having to choose from the best dresses available. I rolled my eyes at the first dress I checked out...at $6000...it definitely wasn't for me. Since I'm a size 6, why not just look at size 6's? That was the plan, but the reality was...most of the dresses had to be fitted. I sighed and went down the rack...searching for the perfect gown. No...no...hmmm, no, no, definitely not, no, no, maybe...no...no...no...sigh...no. The saleslady seeing my plight came over and asked,

"What exactly were you looking for, dear?" I sighed and bit my lip...explaining,

"I need a gown...for an embassy ball next weekend?"

She smiled and pointing to a nearby rack...suggested,

"Maybe you'll like these better? The ones you were looking at are for older women...not a pretty young lady like yourself."

I nodded and saw several I liked and pulled them out. After picking several dresses, the sales lady showed me to the dressing rooms and took the dresses I selected and hung them on the rack in my dressing room. The first one I tried on was nice, but it looked like a high school prom dress...I sighed and took it off. The next one was better, but it hung too low in the front. I really didn't want to show off my ample hooters at the ball...soooo, I passed on that one. The next one was great...a strapless sliver gray gown...hung just right in the front...was cut low in the back and it hugged my slender figure. I took it off and looked at the price...$799? Well, I'll keep it in mind. The last dress was the classic black dress...but cut conservatively low in the front with a deep plunging back and thin spaghetti straps to hold everything up. The ankle length gown hugged my slender figure...and at $599, we got a winner. I rang the bell for assistance and walked out side the dressing room to look at myself in the full-length mirror. I turned, I leaned, I bent forwards and the dress and my hooters stayed with me. The saleslady looked at me and said...

"It fits you beautifully. I won't have to alter it."

"Yes, it does fit well...but do you think the back is...is too revealing?"

"Not at all...with your figure...you should be showing it off." I noted my black Bali bra and asked,

"Um, I guess I'll need a strapless bra as well?" The saleslady smiled and mentioned,

"Um...no. With the plunging back, you shouldn't wear a bra." I tweaked up my eye brows and asked,

"I need support. I can't go braless." She couldn't help smile and went on to explain,

"Not to worry because the gown has supportive cups built into it. If you feel a need for more support...we do have cups that adhere to each breast, but I don't think you'll need them."

"Well, you're the expert." I said and she smiled again and said,

"You'll feel much better being unfettered with all that support, and believe me, you'll like the way your breasts will sway and bobble when you walk or dance...totally natural looking. Only you will know."

The saleslady was really making me feel great. I guess she had a dress to sell and compliments do go a long way in making up one's mind. However, the dress did look good on me and I said,


Compromising Positions



AUTHOR'S NOTE

Below is and e-mail I received requesting this story. I liked the story line so I gave it a shot. Let me know what you think of it. Thanks for reading my stories.




Two young twenty-something's (one female, one male) are working late in a local gift shop when two armed men come in to rob the place. Knowing the shop owner (neither of the two young people) keeps a large amount of cash hidden in a floor safe, the armed men go for the safe but to keep the clerks from calling the cops or escaping, they are locked into a very small broom closet. But before they are locked in, they are stripped naked and tied together face to face. The focus here is on what they do while tied up in the closet and how they manage to "move" around and change positions while trying to escape. 

But the "moving" causes other reactions that they can't resist such as accidental penetration for vaginal penetration, as well as anal (assuming bonds that kept them together and mostly only able to "turn around" so that his cock might find its way into her ass!!, especially if the closet was small and only allowed them to "fall" or "lean" awkwardly into an ass fucking position. Have fun with it! 

SEX WAS NOT IN THE PLAN

Dana and Mike had worked in the gift shop for nearly a year. They had become good friends but they had never dated or come onto one another. They both dated other people and they had even double dated several times. Sometimes they would stop for a night cap after work with their friends. 

Dana was a dark hair beauty with a trim 34-24-35 figure. She was 5'5" tall and weighed a fit 120 pounds. Mike was taller at 6'2" and he weighed in at about 190. He was an avid tennis player which kept him very fit. Mike also had dark brown hair with brown eyes. Dana was 24 years old and Mike was 25. 

The gift shop was a popular high end store due to the variety of items the store carried. Bill Jennings the owner also owned two other stores that primarily sold art deco. Mike and Dana worked the gift shop during the week from 10:00 AM until 6:00 PM. They would arrive about 9:30 to set up in the morning and they would usually stay until 7:00 PM and put things away. They would lock the cash box and secure it in a locked cabinet. Bill would sometimes stop by and put all the cash in a safe that was concealed under the floor in the back room. Mike and Dana did not have access to the floor safe. They were never in the back room when Bill put the money in the safe.

It was a Wednesday evening and it had been a busy day at the store. They had sold some expensive jewelry and furnishings that day and the people had paid with cash. Mike called Bill to let him know there was a lot of cash on hand. Bill told Mike that he would stop by about 5:30 and secure the money in the safe. As promised Bill locked the cash in the safe and told Mike and Dana that he would be by first thing in the morning to pick it up and deposit in the bank. Bill left Mike and Dana to close up the store. At 7:00 PM Mike and Dana locked the front door and headed out the back door. They never made it out of the store.

When they unlocked the back door they were knocked backwards when two men wearing ski masks pushed in. One of the men held Mike and Dana at gun point while the other man locked the back door. The two hefty looking men seem to know their way around the store. They were looking for the safe and they somehow knew that Mike and Dana did not have access to it.

"Just stay still and you won't get hurt," the one man holding a gun told them.

Dana was scared to death and Mike had no plans to be a hero. "There is no cash in the cash box. The owner put it in the safe," Mike offered.

"Yeah, we know that. We saw him leave earlier. We need sometime to work on this safe. What are we going to do with you two?"

"Don't hurt us!" Dana cried out.

"Oh don't worry doll, we won't hurt you." 

"Let's tie them up and put them in the closet. Then we can work on the safe in the back room," the other said.

"Yeah but let's make sure they don't get loose and run away. I have an idea. You two take off your clothes."

"No!" Dana pleaded, "Please don't make us do that."

"Your choice, you can strip or we can do it for you."

Mike and Dana looked at each other and they were both petrified. "Come on, we haven't got all night get those clothes off."

Reluctantly Mike and Dana undressed and the men admired Dana's shapely naked body but the robbers weren't there to molest her as they were there for the money. One of the men produced some rope and told Mike and Dana to face each other. They turned toward each other and stared at each other's body. Under different circumstances they would have admired each other and might have even hooked up. Until that moment they had never seen each other in a bathing suit much less naked.

Dana took in Mike's lean firm body with his washboard abs. His thighs were muscular from the countless hours of tennis and his penis looked bigger soft than any hard cock Dana had seen. Mike checked out his co-worker and if he wasn't so scared at the moment he surely would have had an erection. Dana had firm 34B breasts with nipples that dipped and pointed up toward the ceiling. Her narrow waist emphasized her curvy body particularly her ass and she had beautiful legs.

"Move closer to each other," one of the men ordered.

Mike and Dana moved closer and then the robber had Dana put her hands behind her back. He tied them together and then told Mike to reach around Dana. Mike stepped forward and when the robber secured Mike's hands to Dana's their naked bodies touched. They both felt humiliation and embarrassment but there was also a tingling sensation in their bodies. They were made to walk to the small storage closet and step inside. Once inside the robber secured Mike's ankles with the rope. Then he had Dana move her legs so that they were on the outside of Mike's and he secured her ankles behind Mike's with the rope. Dana's 34B breasts were pressed against Mike's hairy chest and her pubes were pressed against his groin.

The robber laughed and said, "Have fun you two. I'll let you loose before we leave."

The robber then closed the closet door leaving Dana and Mike in the darkness. Their bodies were pressed together as they were securely bound with the rope. Mike whispered, "Give it a few minutes and then we can try to get out these ropes."

As the robbers went about their business of locating the safe and cracking it open, Mike and Dana tried to get out of their bonds. They tried twisting and turning different ways but nothing seemed to work. When Mike tried to untie Dana's hands he only succeeded in crushing her tits against his hairy chest. Try as she might Dana could not help but get turned on as her nipples brushed against the bristly chest hair. Mike felt her nipples harden and poke his chest.

Mike thought that if he had a better angle he could untie the rope around Dana's hands. Mike and Dana maneuvered their bodies around so that Mike could get a better grip on the rope securing their hands. As they bumped and grinded their bodies in the tight space the inevitable happened. Mike got an erection and Dana felt his hardness against her belly. She couldn't believe how stiff and how large Mike felt against her. She tried to ignore it and focus on the task at hand but it was difficult.

"Sorry about my erection, I can't help it," Mike apologized.

Dana just nodded as she did not know what to say. He guided their bodies over to a wall and felt for it with his bound hands. He had to reach around behind Dana and as he did the soft mushroom head of his cock brushed against Dana's vulva. Dana gasped when she felt the contact and she realized that her pussy was dripping wet. Mike also felt the contact and her wetness. Mike was able to get his hands on the knot and worked to untie it. Dana was pressed tightly against him and she was getting more and more turned on. Mike's cock started to drip pre-cum and Dana felt it on her belly.

Mike's cock did not go soft as he worked on Dana's bonds. In fact it slid between her legs a couple of times and Dana moaned each time it brushed over her labia. Mike kept working on the rope and as he did his cock kept rubbing against Dana and her tits kept rubbing against his chest. Mike moved to get better leverage and when he did his cock slipped into Dana's pussy. 

Mike froze but Dana leaned in and whispered, "Its okay, I want to do it."

Mike moved his hips and Dana grinded against him with his big dick buried in her quim. They were both incredibly turned on and Mike knew that he was going to cum quickly. Dana however beat him to it and she buried her face in his shoulder to muffle her cries of sexual satisfaction. A massive orgasm rocked her body and her body went limp. Mike held onto her the best he could as he sought his own release. Then his body tensed and he shot a huge load into her pussy. The two of them were still bound but they knew that they would have stayed coupled together without the restraints. Mike could feel his cock swimming in their combined juices in her pussy.

"I can't stand much longer," Dana whispered.

"Let's try to get on the floor and I'll work on the ropes some more," Mike told her.

They somehow awkwardly managed to lower their bodies to the small closet floor. It was cramped so they had to bend their bodies. Dana was surprised but pleased that Mike's cock was still hard so she maneuvered his cock back into her womb. She began moving her hips and riding Mike's cock. The last thing on their minds at the moment was getting free of the ropes. Dana was rubbing her clit on Mike's shaft as she fucked him. Mike just lay still and let Dana do all the moving. She was grunting and groaning as she worked toward another orgasm.

Mike realized how hot Dana was and that she was really a good fuck. He could cum three and even four times a day with the right girl and Dana certainly fit that bill. Once again Dana buried her face in Mike's shoulder as her body went into spasm with her climax. She humped, grinded, shuddered and then her body went stiff as another massive orgasm tore through her. They stayed in the same position as Dana recovered. Mike then went back to work and told Dana to turn sideways. She did as she was told and ended up with her ass pressing against Mike's still erect cock. Because of the position of their bodies the ropes were twisted and held them close together. 

Mike's cock slid up and down the crack of Dana's ass as he worked on freeing her. Then to the surprise of both of them the head of Mike's cock entered her anus. They both froze and tried to remain still. They were wedged together and given the rigidness of his cock it slid a little further into her ass. Mike's cock was still wet with her pussy juice which served as a natural lubricant. Each little movement sent the cock a little deeper into Dana's previously virgin asshole. There was nothing Mike could do about his condition and the fact that he was in her tight ass was an incredible turn on.

Dana didn't complain but she was scared that at any moment the cock would drive into her rectum and cause her pain. However, that never happened as Mike's dick slowly but surely found its way into Dana's ass. Once Mike was in her he decided to go for it. He knew that once he ejaculated into her ass that his cock would soften and that would give them the best chance to get free from their bonds. Mike moved slowly in and out of her ass and he only wished that he could watch his cock sliding in and out of Dana's curvy bottom. The tightness of her ass and the thrill of butt fucking her drove Mike to a quick but satisfying ejaculation. 

Dana moaned when she felt the warm semen flood her rectum as she had never felt anything like it before. She wished that her hands or Mike's hands were free to play with her pussy as she felt she could cum again. Mike allowed his cock to soften in her ass and then it slipped from her passage with a trail of semen. Dana could feel the wet cock on her buttocks and she was in disbelief that her ass had been fucked in a storage closet. She had often thought about trying anal sex but she never expected to loose her anal virginity in such a situation. She also never expected that she would have handled and big cock like's Mike's on the first anal encounter.

Mike resumed working on the ropes and it too quite a while but her was able to free her hands. Dana then with her hands free was able untie the robe around her legs. Once free she slipped under Mike's arms and untied his hands. Mike then untied his legs and they were both free. They stood back up and Mike turned on the light in the storage closet. It temporarily blinded them since they were in the dark for so long. Their eyes eventually adjusted and they stared at each other's nakedness admiring each other's body. Mike opened the door and he heard the robbers milling around. He then locked the storage closet door from the inside. 

Mike turned back to Dana and she smiled and moved into his arms and kissed him. Mike kissed her back and their tongues dueled in their mouths. Dana broke the kiss and dropped to her knees. She took Mike's semi-hard cock in her mouth and had him hard again in seconds. She was unconcerned that it had just been in her ass. Dana gave really good head and Mike loved what she did with his cock in her mouth. She had a unique way of running her tongue around the cock head which drove him wild. If he had not cum twice already he would have not been able to last long in Dana's mouth. Dana was ready as her pussy was on fire again. They went to the floor again and this time Dana was on her back. She raised her legs up toward her chest and spread herself for Mike's entry.

Mike hooked the back of her legs in his arms as he drilled her pussy with his impressive cock. Dana's head was rolling left and right as she seemed to have a continuous string of orgasms. Finally she couldn't take any more on her clit and told Mike to fuck her from behind. Dana got on all fours and Mike admired her curvy ass. He held her hips as he entered her from behind and then he caressed her lovely bottom as he fucked her. He loved looking at her ass and he was thrilled that he had fucked it earlier. Mike kept fucking Dana and fondling her ass until he ejaculated in her for the third time. 

Afterward they both sat on the floor with Mike's arm around her as they waited for the robbers to leave the shop. Finally they heard the back door slammed shut. They unlocked the closet and Mike made sure that the coast was clear before Dana came out of the closet.

"I'm going to call Bill and then the police," Mike said.

"Let's get cleaned up and dressed first," Dana suggested.

"Yeah, good point," Mike agreed.

They used the bathroom in the store to clean up they best they could and then they got dressed. Mike called Bill who said he would be right there and to call the police. Mike called the police and then he and Dana waited for them to arrive. Bill got there just a moment before the police and he verified that the safe had been emptied. The police arrived and took statements from Mike and Dana. They told the police they were locked in the closet but they never mentioned that they were naked and tied up. Bill was pleased that Mike and Dana were not hurt in the robbery and he told them to take the next day off. 

It was nearly midnight when Mike and Dana finally left the store. They had been in the closet for over three hours but it had been a wild three hours. Once outside Dana turned to Mike and said, "Would you like to come to my place?"

Mike smiled and replied, "I was just about to ask you the same thing."

"Let's go to mine its closer," Dana offered.

"Lead the way," Mike accepted.

EPILOGUE

Mike and Dana spent the rest of Wednesday night at her place. They were very tired but they were still in awe of each other and what had happened during their captivity. They made love one more time before they both fell asleep in each other's arms. They slept soundly through the night and Mike was the first one to stir Thursday morning. As he looked at the beautiful naked Dana he was thankful that they had been given the day off.

Mike had a piss hard-on that wouldn't quit. He looked at Dana and she looked so vulnerable in her naked state. Her light brown pussy hair glistened in the soft light. Mike moved her legs apart and slid in between them. He then positioned his big cock at the entrance to her pussy and slowly filled her cunt with his shaft. Dana moaned as she stirred and then she looked up and smiled at Mike. Dana reached for him and pulled him toward her as his cock sank all the way in her snatch. Mike fucked her slowly at first and then picked up the pace. Dana was moaning and groaning as Mike fucked her pussy thoroughly. She kept waiting for him to cum and for him to slow down but Mike was relentless and he kept fucking her. Dana orgasmed countless times as her body thrashed about and lifted off the bed. Her pussy was drenched with her own cum and Mike's cock slid easily in and out of her hole. Finally she screamed during an extreme climax and her body seemed to go limp.

"Mike, please stop no more. I can't cum anymore. Let me rest, please," Dana begged.

Mike smiled to himself as he pulled his cock out of Dana's pussy. He got off the bed and went into her bathroom to pee. He loved fucking girls in the morning and having them beg him to stop. Mike washed his cock and hands and then returned to the bedroom. Dana watched him as he approached the bed with his cock standing straight out in front of him. He was obviously ready for more action. Dana took a hold of his cock in her hand and looked up at him.

You have a beautiful cock and I'm going to suck it," Dana said in a very sultry tone.

Mike watched Dana lower her head and engulf his cock in her warm sensuous mouth. He gasped as she closed her lips around it and then began to bob up and down. Dana continued to suck his cock and she swirled her tongue around and nibbled the head driving Mike crazy. Dana sensed that he was close to blowing his load and she cupped his tight balls and massaged them as she tightened her mouth around his cock. That did it and Mike could feel his cum travel from his balls through his scrotum as he started to cum.

"Oh Dana, here it is. I'm cumming," he screamed but it was more of announcement than a warning.

Dana stayed glued to his cock and swallowed every drop of his syrupy discharge as it rushed into her mouth. Mike came in droves and Dana had to swallow quickly to keep his seed from running out of her mouth. Mike loved how Dana worked his cock and swallowed every drop. Dana was pleased with his powerful ejaculation and she knew that he would be hard again in no time so that he could fuck her again.

Dana sucked and nibbled and teased Mike to no end. Finally he begged her to stop and he slid back into bed to rest and recover. Dana sat next to him and turned his face toward hers. She kissed him deeply plunging her tongue into his mouth allowing him to sample the after taste of cum. Mike reached for her and took her in his arms. Mike fondled her tits, thighs and ass as they kissed. He could feel himself getting erect again as they cuddled, petted and kissed in the bed.

"Mike, eat my pussy now," Dana cooed.

Dana stretched out on the bed and spread her legs. Her hands went down to her pussy and she stroked her quim and opened it for Mike to see. Mike just stared at her in all her beauty lying on the bed. Her sexy smile, her firm tits and hard nipples stuck up in the air and her voluptuous body was splayed before him. Dana held her arms open to him and then guided him to her body as he leaned in toward her.

Dana coached him through every move as if it was his first pussy eating experience. Mike buried his tongue in Dana's pussy shoving it in as if he was fucking her. Dana directed the action and she soon had him nibbling on her clit while he fingered her pussy. Mike was really getting into the action particularly because of the way he had Dana squirming and tossing on the bed. Dana moved her legs over Mike's shoulders and pulled his head closer to her pussy. Mike held on to Dana's shapely buttocks and squeezed and fondled her firm ass cheeks as he ate her pussy.




Compromising Positions



"Oh, oh, yes right there. You got it. Suck it, chew on it eat me, oh!" Dana cried out.

Mike continued to eat her pussy as he held her ass tightly in his hands. He then moved his hands up to her tits and found her hard nipples. Mike massaged her boobs and twirled her nipples in his fingertips as he continued to munch on her pussy and clit. Dana was tossing and thrusting her pussy into Mike's face and calling for him to eat her.

Mike snuck one hand behind Dana's bottom and toyed with her asshole tickling the tight nether hole. He stuck his middle finger in Dana's pussy and got it good and wet with her juices. He then positioned it at Dana's asshole and shoved it in. Dana gasped with the abrupt anal penetration but soon had Mike's finger buried in her ass. Mike pumped his finger in and out of Dana's ass as he continued to maul her pussy with his mouth. Mike loved the feel of his finger in the warm recess of Dana's ass.

Dana stiffened and gasped aloud as she came on Mike's face. Mike held on to her with his finger still buried in her ass and his mouth glued to her cunt. He felt the waves of orgasm rock Dana's body and his face was flooded with her cunt juice. Dana kept humping his face until the last of her orgasms passed and she flopped back on the bed.

Mike slipped his finger from her ass and his hands found her breasts again. He stroked her tits and nipples as he gently licked her pussy dry of all her juices. Mike finished eating her and then sat up kneeling between Dana legs. Mike followed Dana's eyes to his cock and she realized that he was hard again.

Mike leaned forward and aimed his cock at Dana's pussy. He slid in easily to the hilt and reveled in the warmth of her cunt. Mike began to pump his cock in and out of Dana's pussy as she wrapped her shapely legs around his back. Dana pulled him in with her legs and positioned herself so that her clit was in constant contact with his cock. Mike began to pound Dana's pussy and Dana humped her hips back at him just as hard. The two of them fucked each other frantically breathing heavy and grunting and moaning. Dana had another orgasm but continued to fuck Mike toward his. Dana lost count of her orgasms before Mike finally filled her pussy with his seed. 

Mike stiffened and then thrust into her each time he felt his cum ejaculate. Dana rocked with him and she clenched her cunt muscles squeezing every drop of cum from his cock. Mike collapsed on her body as he felt the last surge of cum leave his cock. Dana held him tight as he relaxed his body. Dana rolled to her side and Mike rolled with her. They held to each other and gently caressed each other's sweaty body. Dana pushed Mike on his back and then she kissed her way down his chest passed his stomach to his cock. Mike gasped when Dana took his cock in her mouth and sucked it clean of their combined juices. Then she moved up his body and kissed him deeply shoving her tongue in his mouth again. 

"Are you ready to fuck my ass again?" Dana asked sexily.

"I can think of nothing that I would rather do," Mike whispered.

Dana smiled at him and then got off the bed. She retrieved the lubricant from the nightstand and handed it to Mike. Dana then got on all fours and directed Mike to lube her ass. Mike got turned on by putting the lube in her asshole. He enjoyed fingering her hole and caressing her curvy ass. Dana rotated her ass in arousal as Mike inserted a second finger into her bung hole.

"Okay I'm ready for your cock now. Mike, fuck me in the ass but go slow just like you did at the shop," ordered Dana.

Mike knelt behind her and eased his hard cock into her ass. He worked it in slowly and reveled in the methodical penetration of her luscious ass. Dana's ass was a warm tight receptacle. Dana this time used her sphincter muscles to perfection as she massaged Mike's cock in her anal sheath. Mike caressed both of Dana's gorgeous ass cheeks as he fucked her ass deeply. He fucked her ass for a long time before they both sensed he was about to cum again. Mike picked up his pace as Dana squeezed his cock with more intensity.

"Cum in my ass, I want to feel your cum in my ass," Dana cried out.

Her words sent Mike over the edge and he fired his third load of the day this time into Dana's hot ass. Dana felt the warm sperm coat her rectal passage, a feeling that she knew she would never tire of. She squeezed her anal muscles and milked Mike's cock dry of every drop of cum. Mike continued to fuck her slowly until his cock softened and slipped from her ass. Mike just looked at her beautiful ass and watched as trickles of cum ran out of her ass across the lips of her pussy and down her inner thighs.

They remained in bed cuddling for awhile before Mike spoke. "Dana you are fantastic. I love being with you. Where do we go from here?"

"I think we should take it slow but I want to keep seeing you," Dana responded.

"Me too, I want to keep seeing you as well. Let's start dating and see how things turn out," Mike suggested.

"I agree and if it does then maybe we can move in together. I think we need to cool it at the shop. Bill doesn't need to know that we are an item," she stated.

"True but it might be fun to use the storage closet once in awhile," Mike said with a chuckle.

Dana punched him playfully and laughed. Then she suggested they shower dress and go out for a late breakfast. Mike and Dana dated for a year following that night in the gift shop and they had a great relationship and great sex together. There was never any talk about marriage and they never did move in together. They had decided the relationship was better living apart. They never did have sex in the gift shop storage closet but they never forgot the night when the shop was robbed.



Compromising Positions: A Fantasy



This is a story born of a role-play exchange in the forums of a futanari-interest website, hence the credit to the other player.

 © 2010 Bishiebunny and GingerM

Act 1 - A Fortuitous Meeting

 He wanted to visit Ireland, see the castles, the green hills, visit a pub and maybe explore his roots. She wanted Cancun, to hit the beaches and drink exotic drinks served with frilly umbrellas and fake fruit. In the end, they compromised.

 They went to Cancun.

 He wanted to spend their first day just sleeping off jet-lag in their hotel suite. Maybe relax by the hot-tub, and get a late dinner, after making love for the first, official time. Official because, at his age, there was no point in holding off until after rings were exchanged. Still, it would only be their third time and given the rough suddenness of the first, and the wicked, on-the-sly moment that was their second, he was looking for something more romantic this time.

 He was looking to make love to his beautiful, bashful bride.

 His bride, beautiful, but not really one to be all that full of bash, was walking along the beach. That was what she wanted, so of course, they had "compromised" again. She did look lovely, the sunlight shimmering off her tanned skin. She was like a child, looking for a bit of sand to turn into a mighty castle. With her tiny bathing suit and flirty behavior, she was certainly erecting many fine structures out on the coast.

 Of course, none of those fleshy towers were made of sand.

 He was a few steps behind her, trying his damnedest not to burn under that God-awful sun. His glasses were dark, his nose was white with lotion, and he was currently wearing a black Hawaiian shirt, with white pants, the cuffs pulled up over his ankles. Looking at his wife made him smile. Looking at the other men who were looking at his wife made him smile a little less.

 He was smaller than most of the bigger, muscle-bound, Speedo-clad man-boys that populated the beach, but there was definitely an air about him. He looked like the sort of man that had friends, friends in dark alleys; friend who carried the hardware needed to make size matter little, if at all. And so the men watched, but kept their distance.

 He appreciated that. The last thing he wanted to do was have his honeymoon ruined because of men behaving like boys. He blinked, realizing that he had lost sight of his wife. Suddenly, he felt her warm, tanned body collide with his much paler one.

 "Oh god, oh god! Nathan! She is absolutely GORGEOUS!" His wife virtually squealed, her short-ish blonde hair brushed out of her face as she chewed on a plump, pink-painted bottom lip. "We have got to go over there and talk to her. Oh please?"

 Nathan sighed and turned to the way his wife was gyrating with her round little bottom and had a look. To his credit, he did not whistle. In fact, looking at him, you could hardly tell there was much of a reaction all. In fact, you would have to be pressed against his white pants, like his wife was, to see just how interested he was in what he saw.

 She squealed, feeling her husband's bulge pumping in his pants. With a giggle, she cooed in a sultry voice, "Mmmmm, does daddy like what he sees? Can we talk to her?"

 Nathan really did not want to. He was enjoying the sight, but honestly, the last thing he wanted on his honeymoon was temptation. But Cynthia really seemed interested for some reason. Whatever was on her mind?

 As usual, they compromised. As usual, Cynthia got her way. The couple made their way over to the sunning beauty that had attracted even more attention in her lounger than the tanned blonde had.

 The pair stood, only a few feet away, looking at a woman so beautiful, neither of them knew what to say.

 She was blissfully content. For the first time in quite a while, the young woman was able to relax completely. Normally her work at BGSC had a distinctly unpleasant habit of following her even after the working day was over, sometimes intruding into weekends and vacation. Not this time, though. This time she had left her 'crackberry' behind, and set forth for her holiday with only a prepaid cell to keep her in touch with the world. In keeping with this philosophy, the phone had been off for the majority of the week; indeed, she realized sleepily, she had completely forgotten it for this morning's foray to the beach.

 She had wanted to go to Hawaii, but her budget hadn't run quite to that extent. Cancun, however, had been well within her means, and it was certainly tropical enough to suit her wish to lie on a beach, drinking cocoanut-flavoured rum drinks and de-stressing. Besides, she could always dress - or undress, as appropriate - as if she was in Hawaii, as long as she didn't take it too far. Thus, her attire consisted of a sarong riding low - very low - on her hips, and a lei positioned strategically on her bust, so that local mores would not be irretrievably offended.

Someone's awfully excited, she mused as a high-pitched female voice squealed nearby, disturbing her sun-worshipping. She rolled her head slightly toward the voice, squinting in the glare of the sun. Her lei slipped somewhat off its rather precarious perch atop her breasts, and she reached up to adjust it. This was Mexico, after all, and while this beach was for the touristas, nevertheless a certain amount of modesty was expected - and she was already pushing that boundary hard, between her sarong and the lei. The lei slipped again, and she gave it up as a bad job. Apparently this was her cue to get up. Her lei slid back into place as she raised herself on her elbows. Her dusky skin, almost toast-coloured, had acquired a slight sheen of sweat from the time spent in the brilliant tropical. With an almost automatic reflex, she reached up and adjusted the single white camellia she wore over her right ear, the stem tucked carefully into the heavy mane of fiery, waist-length hair which rippled like a mass of living flame.

 A few feet away stood an oddly-matched couple, both looking intently at something just past her - no, at her, she realized. Intrigued, she looked them over in return. The blonde woman was clinging to the older gentleman in a way that made her think "sugar daddy" at first, but she quickly revised that first impression. The couple was clearly in love. He was shorter than many of the other beach-boys, older, a mature man instead of a boy in a man's frame, and she found herself studying him. He had a lean, whipcord toughness about him; she suddenly had the impression that he had walked some dangerous roads during his life.

 She slid one leg up, and then froze as a soft zephyr of breeze played over her body, reminding her that she was in fact wearing absolutely nothing under her sarong, and that she had nearly flashed the entire beach. This would have drawn no more than a few censorious looks from the local self-appointed 'propriety police' for most, but in her case would likely have inspired shock and awe, followed by tarring and feathering and being ridden out of town on a rail, or the local equivalent. She let her leg slide gently back down, and then rolled to sit up on the lounger, her lips curving in a friendly, open smile at the couple.

 "Hello," she greeted them, her head cocked slightly to one side. "I'm Erin."

 Nathan gave what amounted to a smile for the hard-lined, hard-lived older man. He was not the sort to squander emotion and he kept his smiles in the same internal lockbox as his tears. At best, it could be said that his face got more pleasant. Perhaps open was a better way of looking at it.

 Of course, with the sun set to broil his pale, Irish features, the change in expression might have simply been a wince.

 Whatever the cause, he waited for Cynthia to say something. Not only was this her flight of fancy, she had long since established herself as the spokeswoman of the pair. This had suited Nathan just fine. He preferred being the strong, silent type. He liked to think, to consider and when he finally put thought into sound, he preferred it to have some weight to it. For instance, he did not often say, "I love you," but when he did, it had the feel of something solid, heavy, and eternal.

 However as a pleasant pause began to twist into an awkward silence, he found himself looking toward his wife. Was that a blush? His bouncy lover was suddenly the quiet one; suddenly she had found whatever shame that was to be had in her free spirit. Nathan realize that the young woman had taken the peek he had not dared take.

 Neither of them could have missed that chance slip, nor doubt the promise offered by a quick glance. Nathan had resisted, though not without a bit of internalized struggle. He was not the sort of man to sneak peeks, but they were out in Cancun, after all. The entire beach was one big peek.

 It would have tempted any man. It would have tempted just about any woman. It certainly had tempted his wife and apparently, she had succumbed to it, gleefully.

 Whatever hidden delights she had found she was keeping to herself.

 Finally, Nathan rolled his eyes from behind his sunglasses and spoke. "Oh, English. Good; the last thing anyone wants to hear is an old man mangling a romantic tongue." He paused a moment, looking at his wife again.

 She seemed to be busily chewing on her bottom lip and one hand was rubbing against his chest. He blinked, caught her hand by the wrist and began to run his thumb along her palm. It was a soothing gesture and he hoped it calmed his wife down. On the other hand, as excited as she seemed, he also hoped that perhaps the afternoon's encounter would lead to a particularly pleasant evening.

 First things first. He needed to address the woman before them and stop looking like such a fool. "My wife was just," he paused, thinking, looking over the attractive woman. It did not really help. Erin was not only attractive, there was a sensual quality to her that made the older man feel downright plain and ordinary by comparison. The sun did not strike and bounce off her body as it might his. Instead, it danced about her curves, kissing her perspiration with lighted lips.

 Following those rays of light, he finally found the excuse he was looking for. "She was just admiring your skirt and was wondering where you had picked it up. I promised her that if they sold them anywhere nearby, we would find her one."

 Cynthia looked up at her husband, and then flashed a bright smile Erin's way. It was an odd smile, a sort of secret smile, the type that should be shared by two pranksters, in on the same joke. "Sarong, sweetie, and I doubt she got it nearby." The woman pulled away from the older man and stepped closer.

 The older man sighed, watching his wife. Only ten feet away and yet she might as well have been on the bottom of the ocean. They had known one another for only a couple of years, and had tumbled into their marriage on what Nathan still believed was a young man's daydream. It still surprised him how lost he felt without her.

 "Don't mind my husband. He's terribly shy and trying to be a good boy, and keep his eyes on me." Cynthia had no problem smiling. In fact, her smile was bright and infectious. "Nathan and Cynthia Dowell, newlyweds, as if you couldn't tell. And you are just about the most beautiful woman either of us have ever seen."

 Nathan stepped forward at that, his voice going low, "Err, honey?"

 Cynthia turned and gave her partner that same smile, the one that she used to get her way. "Oh, settle down, Nathan. She's heard it a million times already and probably in much ruder ways."

 "Sorry - Erin Lochiel, I should say, and a pleasure to meet you both," she smiled, deciding to encourage whatever might be arising. Her smile widened to a grin, her face taking on a pixie air. "You're right, Cynthia; I've heard just about every variation of 'hey gorgeous' going, but I don't mind frank, honest appreciation. Particularly when it's not expressed in gangsta-speak."

 "As for my sarong," she went on, unconsciously smoothing the silk draped over a richly-bronzed thigh, "I couldn't tell you where it came from originally - though I think," she looked at the red-throated hibiscus pattern on the fabric - "it's probably from Hawaii, originally. It was a gift from a co-worker just before I left, you see."

 Erin picked up a small woven handbag from the pristine sand by her lounger, and stood up. The sun having passed the zenith, her face and front was cast slightly into shadow, and the strong tropical sunlight framed her with a faint nimbus of golden light. She tossed her head to clear an errant lock of hair from her eyes, and the luxuriant mass of living fire rippled, reaching to the small of her back.

 She, for her part, continued to examine this chance-met couple. Cynthia was definitely coming on to her, but was Nathan also? If so, he was doing it in a rather more sophisticated way, playing keep-away-closer, and the combined effect of the blonde's frank attention and Nathan's indirect interest made for an intriguing effect. He was, she realized, much harder under his 'tired-middle-aged-man-having-midlife-crisis' look. The way he held himself, the wiry musculature of his body told her there were as-yet unknown depths to his character and experience. As for Cynthia, she made up for her youth with a refreshing zest and disarmingly direct approach. She, Erin felt, was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, and was determined to get it - and if that meant dragging her new husband into and out of adventures, well that was just what was going to happen, so he might as well relax and enjoy it.

 "I think I've had enough sun for now," she said, fishing in her bag, "but I just can't get into the idea of siesta. Perhaps we could get some lunch together? I'm staying at Casa del Sol..." she trailed off, momentarily hesitant, and then went on. "Can I ask where you're staying?"

 Cynthia giggled softly, leaning toward the taller woman. "Oh, Nathan can. He can get into a siesta like nobody's business. Though I suppose, in his case, it's more like hibernating, isn't it sweetie?"

 There were many things you might call the older man. 'Sweetie' would not make the top one-hundred. Still, his face seemed to light up when she addressed him. It was subtle and you had to be looking for it, but there was a tension about him, a screw that turned, which relaxed under the warmth of her grin. In fact, he seemed to unclench a bit, walking a little closer himself.

 He had some idea what his wife wanted, though, he had no idea it was the sort of thing she would do more than daydream about. He certainly could not fault her taste, and if one was going to spice up a honeymoon, this was certainly the right way to do it. Still, he wondered just how far she would take her little flight of fantasy.

 Surely it would end before the hotel room door, yes?

 Perhaps that was the point. Perhaps it was her husband she was really flirting with. All of this tease, just to make her elder lover blush. Well, it was an easy game to play. Why not see just how far she was willing to take it?

 "Sweet of you to say Erin, but I get the feeling we interrupted your sun bathing. If you really don't mind indulging my wife's little crush, please, let us pay for your lunch." His face brightened up a bit more, enjoying the game, now that he had his own piece in. "The hotel we're staying at has this nice, shaded area where they serve light lunches, cold beers and it has got a couple of fountains, if anyone's in the mood for wishing."

 Cynthia stuck out her tongue. "You just want some shade. And I can see why, your cheeks are beginning to look like Erin's hair." She giggled and reached up, pinching one, before leaning into her husband. Turning back toward Erin, she gave the ravishing beauty an unreadable, yet obviously meaningful, look. "The fountains are wasted, though. I already have my wish."

 The other man winced a bit at the pinch, and then looked down at his wife curiously. Alright then, so lunch with a beautiful stranger it was. If they were going to continue with this game, he could think of less attractive "opponents."

 With a nod, he gestured to Erin and offered to take her bag, "Shall we?"

Oh my... this is turning very interesting, Erin reflected. She read the expression on Cynthia's face, recalled to mind the odd little smile she had worn a few moments ago. Maybe I wasn't quite quick enough just now... did she see me? Does she know? Her eyes narrowed slightly, her brow furrowed as she pursued the thought. If she did... but she's not backing off. Maybe she didn't see anything after all - or else she likes it...? She shook herself briefly, sending a sinuous ripple down her body, making her breasts sway enticingly.

 "Thank you, Nathan! That's a delightful idea, and a generous offer. If you're both sure I wouldn't be in the way, this being your honeymoon?" She surrendered her handbag to Nathan, accepting his gruff courtliness as they left the beach and started down the promenade. "I need to stop at the del Sol briefly," she mentioned. "I don't think I can really sit down to lunch in this outfit. If you both wouldn't mind waiting, I'll be just a few minutes."

 Erin was as good as her word, reappearing in the hotel lobby within five minutes. Her attire, though covering her more than her sarong, left little to the imagination. She had changed into a short dress of cool, filmy ice-green linen, cut with a moderate v-neck. The skirt of the dress was, at most, mid-thigh - and quite a bit higher in places, being finished in a ragged hem. She had added white stockings in a delicate lace pattern, and silver, high-heeled open-toed sandals.

 "Okay - now I won't frighten horses," she quipped as she rejoined Cynthia and Nathan. She slipped her arm through Nathan's on one side as Cynthia flanked him on the other.

 The trio strolled further down the promenade to Nathan and Cynthia's hotel, chatting. Erin didn't really want to mention work for fear it would somehow find a way to intrude on her holidays, but when asked, she couldn't really just say "Oh, nothing really," so she simply left it that she was a junior software engineer for a British firm that did a fair amount of defence contract work and that she really wasn't at liberty to say much more than that. The friendly give-and-take of their conversation led her into revealing that she was an only child, 23 and single. "It's just... well, it's hard to get involved, for me," she said, feeling that it rather understated her situation. It was nearly impossible for her to get involved with anyone else - not least because of the usual reaction.

 It seemed, though, that there was an odd, electric undercurrent between the three of them, she felt. Though the talk remained light and casual, a subtle tension, an awareness of the couple ran through her thoughts and her nerves, spreading like warming fire through her body. This, she realized, is going to be either very bad... or terrifyingly good.

 Cynthia squealed when she saw the latest outfit. She twirled her finger in a pointed gesture, teasingly as she leaned hard into her husband. "Oh Erin! You are going to have my husband thinking wicked thoughts all through lunch, wearing something like that. He adores pantyh-"

 "Cynthia!" It was not quite a shout, more of a grunt. With anyone else, anyone other than his wife, it would have come with an implied threat and perhaps a tightening of those corded muscles that were not quite as aged as one might believe.

 With Cynthia, it came out as a bit of a whimper.

 His blonde wife made a little face and giggled. "You worry too much, sweetie. I don't think she's going to tell your friends back home." Even as she teased, she slipped her hand around her husband's back, stroking it lightly. Obviously she loved putting blushes on her stoic husband's face, but she did it with absolute affection for him. "Besides, I am sure there will be time to talk about all of our individual kinks, later on."




Compromising Positions: A Fantasy



Nathan sighed, consoled. But he took the hint as well. Apparently his wife was looking for more than a nice lunch and a chance to tease her husband a bit. Just how much more, he was not sure. Still, she was right. Erin's outfit was very distracting and the older man could not help but let his eyes drift over it, now and again.

 He enjoyed those long, satin-clad legs of hers. He liked the fit, yet shapely calves that drifted downward to equally feminine, equally beautiful feet. Whatever else happened this afternoon, he now knew what sort of outfit he was going to request Cynthia wear when they were alone.

 That is, assuming they were alone. He looked back to his wife, and then to Erin again. As they chatted about their lives, jobs and upbringing, he could not help but indulge in a little fantasy himself. Whatever would his wife think of watching him, on bended knee, tending to Erin's beautiful toes?

 "Honey?"

 'Wh- what? They're nice, I admit it and-" he coughed, interrupting himself before he stumbled out of daydreaming male and right smack into blithering fool. "That is, what were we talking about?"

 Cynthia's face grew warm and she leaned in, "I was just telling Erin how we met at a conference. You know, Improving Communication Between Management and Staff?" She giggled a bit, waiting, as Nathan pulled out a chair for her. "He had gotten into a little trouble for making one of his supervisors cry."

 The little hotel dining area was quite beautiful. Instead of hiding within the dark recesses of the hotel itself, it was out in the open, embracing the surroundings and making use of the architecture as well. The fountains had an Aztec influence, but subtle enough not to seem too costumed or theme-driven. Plenty of shade, plenty of room, couples were all about, sharing meals and enjoying the view.

 More than a handful of those couples were especially sharing the view that was Erin and Cynthia.

 "He was wrong, and besides, I think he was a little sensitive." Nathan scoffed, "I didn't even raise my voice."

 "Oh yes, sensitive. He was ex-military, Nathan." Cynthia rolled her eyes. "At any rate, Nathan's firm decided they had been overlooking this rabid wolf of theirs and perhaps, with a bit of domestication, they could put his talents to good use."

 Nathan sighed, "I was happy with my little cubicle."

 "You were hiding in your little cubicle, that's not the same thing." She stuck out her tongue and crossed one leg over. Nathan, for his part, was carefully pulling out Erin's chair and gesturing for her to settle in at her leisure. "Anyway, he met me, the youngest speaker at the conference. What was my topic again?"

 The older man sighed, though there was a definite fondness to his voice. "*Getting What You Want*. I should have known what I was in for."

 Cynthia leaned back, one foot sliding up and just, ever so slightly, brushing against Erin's own. "Oh honey, you knew exactly what you were in for, and you loved it." Turning back to focus on their beautiful guest, she gave another one of those conspiratorial smile. "Nathan's problem is that, even when he knows what he wants, he holds himself back and lets the opportunity pass him by. That's where I come in. I was not about to let him leave that conference without having a look at my hotel suite. And then, I showed him the other things he wanted to see, but did not quite know how to ask for."

 "So, drinks? Maybe some chips? I know what you'll be having," he eyed his wife, "How about you, Erin?"

 Cynthia only giggled, "I seduced him, married him and now, I keep an eye out for things he might want, without quite being able to come out and say it." Her foot drifted a bit farther up Erin's leg, hidden by the table. "And along the way, I get what I want, too."

 Erin's lips curved in a slow, sensual smile as she nodded agreement with Cynthia. Feeling the blonde's small but perfect toes brushing softly against her legs was having a distinct, marked effect on her; it seemed as if every nerve ending was alive with tension. Her pupils dilated slightly and she locked eyes with Cynthia for the barest fraction of a second.

 "I believe I'd like a pint of bitter to start, please," she said at Nathan's suggestion. She was enjoying this chance encounter more and more with every moment. For all his gruffness, Nathan was carrying off the role of the host perfectly, and she felt herself relaxing mentally as her body responded to the cues of her new friends. "Nathan, could I impose on your hospitality to the extent of lobster and salad?"

 She shifted her long legs slightly. "Cynthia, I was thinking I might just nip into the powder room briefly, before lunch arrives. Could you show me where it is, here?"

 Cynthia broke into a wide smile, before biting on her bottom lip. Her voice came out, a bit of a wet, whimper, before slowly tumbling back to its full and bubbly force. "Why yes, I think we should. It would not do to dine with un-powdered noses, would it?" She looked up to Nathan, "Lobster and salad sounds good too, right dear? You did save up all of your pennies for this trip like a good boy, yes?"

 Snorting, the older man lifted his sunglasses, just looking at his wife. He said nothing, his eyes on her. He could tell from her tone of voice and the bite of her lip that she was terribly excited about... something. Dark eyes took in his wife and his lover, swallowing her up, for just a moment or so.

 The younger woman began to warm under his heady gaze. Her cheeks burst into little blushes and she could not help but clear her throat. "I- I can pay for it, sweetheart."

 Nathan let his sunglasses fall and shook his head, "We'll share the burden, like we share everything else." He smiled her way and then leaned in to whisper to Erin. "She makes about double my salary."

 Getting some of her indomitable spirit back, and apparently having very good hearing, Cynthia retorted, "Which means that technically, the lobster and salad are on me. Which means if anyone deserves a reward for a fine meal, it'll be the cute blonde with the tan."

 With a little sassy sway to her hips, she stood. In what seemed to be half flirt and half rebellion, she stuck her tongue out at her husband, before offering her shoulder to Erin. "Shall we retire to the powder room while the man folk sees to our order?"

 Erin watched the by-play between Nathan and Cynthia; the deep affection they had for each other was evident from the playful teasing. Her seeming bashfulness under his rock-steady gaze told her quite a few things as well; for all that Nathan was content to let his beautiful bride take the lead in many things, she would not ride roughshod over him, nor he over her.

 She followed the petite, bouncy blonde to the ladies' room, watching that pert bottom moving in a complex rhythm. Cynthia was clearly anticipating more than Erin's company for her and Nathan over lunch, and the redhead was becoming more and more excited herself. She glanced downward briefly as the two women entered the ladies'; the filmy, gauze-like material of her dress was pulled tight over the smooth, proud curve of her bosom and two round bumps in the taut fabric made her arousal obvious to anyone who glanced her way. Under the skirt of her dress she could feel herself swelling, threatening to overwhelm her silver lamé panties.

 Fortuitously, the powder room was empty, and Erin quickly flipped the deadbolt as the door closed behind them, to guarantee Cynthia and herself a few moments of privacy. Before things went much further, she needed to be sure of her ground with Nathan's lady.

 "You know, don't you?" she asked, leaning against the door. No point in beating around the bush, she had decided. "You saw when I was lying on the lounger." She cocked her head slightly, watching Cynthia's eyes, her stance, the set of her body. "Now you know why I'm still single. Men - or women, for that matter - who like girls like me are scarce." She smiled, a wry twist to her lips, her emerald eyes momentarily shadowed. "Not too many of them can cope with me. None that I've met, so far."

 She took a step toward the cocky blonde, held out her hand in mute invitation to her, palm upward. "You saw and you didn't pull yourself away... just how interested are you? And does Nathan know?"

 "What Nathan knows is that his wife may very well be on her way to delivering him the fire-haired, long-legged beauty of his filthiest daydreams." She smiled, her hand sliding into Erin's own. "As least, I think he knows this unconsciously. Consciously, I believe he is playing that game all good little boys play on Christmas Eve, when they wrap themselves up in guilt and fear, trying to deny that they will get any present at all. Fixing on an image of a stocking full of coal, they are really just protecting themselves against possible disappointment."

 "The fear is universal." The blonde gestured, moving just a bit closer. "The guilt is Catholic."

 Closer still, and then, slowly, the spirited fey of a wife began to slide down, "Me? I knew I was going to find someone on this trip. Someone beautiful, tempting, someone I could seduce and wrap up for my Nathan, with a pretty pink bow." As she spoke, she finally settled on her knees, looking up to Erin with a tilt to her head.

 "Some women offer up their virginity on their honeymoon, thinking it a gift worth giving." Her hand slid up, slowly, trailing along Erin's silken stockings. "What they end up giving their husband is a lifetime of doubts, regrets, and never quite being sure that they made the right decision."

 Her hand danced from that firm calf, up, teasing in a slow circle just behind her playmate's knee. "But I knew I had made the right decision. I knew what I was giving up, and I knew what I would not be giving up; not for any man, no matter how much I love him."

 "At least, I thought I knew."

 Cynthia's hand move up, slowly, moving along the edge, where stocking melted into flesh, where hidden, a heated bulge lurked. "Now, I find out that there is something I had never tried; a flavour I had never tasted. How could I possibly be worth the ridiculous amount Nathan spent on my ring, without giving it a lick?"

 The woman's eyes were lidded, bedroom eyes, and her voice had become wet, even needy. "Lift your skirt, Erin. I want to see just how interested I am." Her tongue slipped out, running along her bottom lip, making it glisten. "Then we can talk about what my husband is going to know after tonight."

 Erin's smiling eyes locked with Cynthia's, her lips parted slightly as her breath caught slightly in her throat. "I'm not sure what I find more... enticing... the prospect of fulfilling his fantasies, or discovering yours, Cynthia." Slowly she slid a hand down her stockinged thigh until it rested atop the blonde's, softly tugging her hand so the palm rested against the fabric-covered fleshy mass.

 "The 'flavour' is called 'futanari'," she said, her voice low. She continued holding Cynthia's warm, soft hand cupped under her groin, and lifted the hem of her dress, revealing the panty-shrouded bulge. "Some call us 'dickgirls' or 'shemales', but those terms are, well, imprecise... and unkind," she went on. "Some of us are transgendered; some of us are true hermaphrodites."

 She let the skirt fall again, her face becoming troubled. "Are... are you sure you want to do this, go down this path, not just for yourself, but your husband as well? Even among futanari, I'm... rare." She looked down at Cynthia's beautiful, pixie-like face. "I want to be with you both very, very much, but..."

 "I won't deceive you," she declared. "*This* is what I am." With that, she removed her hand from Cynthia's and with a smooth, sudden movement, slid her silvery panties down to her knees, revealing her true nature. A smooth, hairless scrotum swung between her thighs, two large testes making twin bulges of the fleshy sack. Above it, where one might expect a penis - if one expected a penis at all - was a wide, fleshy protrusion, only three or four inches long, but easily six across... and within its opening, a glistening, wide flange of flesh, a light mottled grey in color. "If you want to back out, I'll understand," she said, bracing for the shudder of horrified revulsion she knew would follow.

 Cynthia's eyes widened, and the blonde woman tumbled backward, onto her heels. A hand flailed back and caught herself before the fall had turned catastrophic. Not once did she allow her gaze to wander from the sight before her. It was everything she could do not to squeal. In fact, the woman had to bite into her bottom lip, hard enough to make it flush red under her girlish lipstick.

 "Oh god, oh god, ooooh Erin!" She groaned, her voice taking on an uncharacteristically solemn tone. It was almost worshipful. Her hands danced upward, along and then under the impossibility before her. "It's real, and it's warm, sooo very warm." She leaned in for a closer look.

 Her painted fingernails danced under it, giving it a little lift, as though trying to guess the weight of it. "I knew I saw something bu- but, I never expected thi-" Cynthia blinked, getting a firm grip on herself as well as the delicious treat before her. "I- I'm sorry, Erin. Here I am, a kid in a candy store, and there you are, all afraid I'm going to reject you or scream or...."

 She simply smiled, as warm and tender a smile as her husband could ever hope to receive. Moving in, the young woman placed a soft kiss along the tip of the mottled grey possibility within, knowing it was nowhere near its fullest potential. Then, playfully, she took her lick, a long and hungry lick.

 "MMmmm, I like futanari flavour," she breathed, her voice full of sinful promise.

 Erin's breath caught in her throat when Cynthia exclaimed and fell back. She could tell right away that the blonde woman was utterly repulsed by the sight - at least she had bitten her lip, kept herself from unconsciously uttering the first shocked, horrified words that leapt to her lips - but she wasn't horrified, the redhead realized. Cynthia's hands were not snatched back in fear of contamination from whatever unholy thing was sprouting from Erin's loins; in fact, those small, warm hands were cradling her, caressing her, and she was leaning closer... then she felt Cynthia's lips brushing against her followed by her tongue caressing, teasing the retracted organ, and she closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips as she slumped against the door.

 "God...," she breathed as she heard Cynthia declare her taste for futa. "Oh... my... god...!" She flexed her legs, trying to spread them further, only to realize she was hobbled at the knees by her panties. Her legs quivered; she felt slow, languid trickles of pleasure run down them from her loins. Through pleasure-slitted eyes she looked down where Cynthia still knelt between her legs, her nimble tongue hovering bare fractions of an inch from the waiting, sheathed organ.

 "Will Nathan be okay with this?" she asked.

 Cynthia simply smiled, looking up at the unique woman, leaning hard against the door, trying to catch a breath that was quickly being stolen away. She noticed that Erin was somewhat caught by those panties at an awkward stretch between her thighs. The blonde liked that, liked the thought of this woman with her enchantingly powerful organ, being caught, even trapped.

 She reached down and pulled the panties a bit more, till they were just around Erin's knees.

 "So very sweet of you to be concerned about my dear Nathan." She moved in and laid a kiss along her companion's inner thigh, brushing her cheek against the organ. Then she turned her face, letting those lips of hers dance over the sheath-like flesh, her breath warm and sinful all about it. "And I can't promise you he will be into this."

 Her fingers moved back up, continuing to stroke along the flesh that hid much of the expected girth. "But if you think I'm leaving this bathroom without at least seeing just how big and plump this beast of yours gets, then you have a lot to learn about me, Erin."

 She looked up, gripping around the flesh, tightening. "I told you, sweetie, I gave up on some things when I said my vows, but not everything. If you are a good girl, I'll tell you about the night I spent with my maid of honour, while Nathan was off with his friends, watching implants jiggle and being bored."

 "I very much want to learn more about you, and about your handsome Nathan," Erin replied in a throaty voice. "I just don't want to... cause a problem between you." She pressed her shoulder blades against the door and arched her back, pushing her hips forward. Cynthia's small, skilled hands on her sheath were waking intense pleasure in her body.

 Under the blonde beauty's ministrations, her equine lady-cock began extending from the fleshy pouch. Within moments the flared glans had emerged followed by five or six inches of glistening penile shaft, with the promise of more to come. The meaty organ was not yet hard, and curved downward in an elegant arch. The skin of the shaft was very smooth and soft, and glistened wetly as more of it slithered out. It was mostly a light grey color, but there were small mottled patches of black and pink skin, including a heart-shaped pink patch on the right, about eight inches behind the wide knob. Her skirt, which had fallen to just below her sheath, was now draped artistically over the sheath and emerging member.

 The redheaded stallion-woman looked down between her firm proud breasts, where her nipples were making distinct tents in the sheer fabric of her dress. She licked her lips in eager anticipation and her hands encircled her sheath, joining Cynthia's in encouraging her proud member to grow. It was drooping down toward her knees now as both women's hands caressed the tapering tube of flesh. Erin hefted the far end of it, began stroking from just behind the flared head down the first twelve inches of stallion, and in a voice husky with desire, encouraged Cynthia to continue working on her sheath and scrotum. "Oh my... please, keep stroking me... make me hard..." she moaned lustily.

 Cynthia chuckled wetly, her eyes up to meet Erin's smouldering orbs, her fingers focused on the heat as it grew between her fingertips. "You let me worry about Nathan, dear. I-" The young woman stopped, blinking as she realized that the beast in her hand had grown far beyond what she could have predicted.

 "Oh god, o- oh fuck, Erin. It- it's magnificent!" She let her eyes slip from tip to hilt as that cock extended, firmed and heated. The shape, she knew, was exotic, but it was the size that made her knees tremble and her bikini bottoms damp. "I- I had no idea this was even possible."

 Erin's words pushed her farther still, leaning in and laying her lips to the side of it. She kissed along the edges, mouthing sensually, giving little suckling kisses. Every tease making it harder, larger, hotter than before, until she could feel the warmth radiating from that sensual flesh against her cheek.

 She looked up to her companion, her excited center dripping. "E- Erin," she squealed, squirming from her position, worrying at her bottom lip with her teeth. "It's so beautiful but god, oh god, sweetie? I think this would ruin me. I've taken some monsters in my time, bu- but I'm not even sure if I could get my mouth around this."

 Her voice was smaller now, softer, almost child-like. She had been so dominant before, but now, faced with Erin's cock, she felt like a little girl, gasping at the sight of her first cock, and puzzling just how it might fit. Of course, Cynthia had always been that peculiar girl who was eager to figure such things out.

 Now, however, she wondered if she had maybe set her sights a little high. Perhaps it was possible to have eyes bigger than one's stomach. Or, for that matter, one's womb.




Compromising Positions: A Fantasy



Erin's mouth hung open in a 'O' of desire, her eyes squeezed shut, concentrating on the tactile sensations of Cynthia's warm hands on her firming pole, Cynthia's heated cheek resting against the throbbing mass of muscle. Her hands continued to work the length of her cock as the rest of it emerged from the fleshy pouch, reaching its full twenty-eight inches. The flat flange of her knob was easily four inches across and immediately behind the head, the shaft spanned three inches, though it tapered, widening until the fleshy weapon was a little over four inches across where the slick, glistening mass sprouted from the tanned flesh of her sheath.

 "Magnificent..." she breathed in a sibilant whisper. "I don't think anyone's ever called it that before." Her hands continued to move along her length, stroking vigorously. Thick veins pulsed at its base, carrying her life's blood through the mighty shaft, engorging it as it straightened into a hard, muscular spike, topped with the flat mushroom of her glans. Now that she was fully erect, her ball-sack seemed much more a propos to the size of her she-tool, which was unmistakably equine; a thick breeding cock any stallion would be proud to own.

 "You see why I haven't had any partners, though." She nodded at the blonde temptress's hesitation. "I don't blame you. At least you haven't run screaming," she chuckled ruefully. "Having you touching me... even that much is much more than I expected."

 "You said you didn't know this was possible," she went on in a surrealistically normal tone. "I've tried to figure it out myself - for obvious reasons I stay the hell away from doctors and hospitals, and I have no idea how Mum managed to birth me without my landing in a zoo - and everything I've been able to find out suggests I'm impossible. Yet here I am."

 Erin pushed herself away from the door, standing straddle-legged, letting her heavy sack swing freely, resting the massive flaring glans on the edge of the sink. "I, um, need to relieve the pressure," she went on, her hands moving quickly now." She looked at Cynthia, a corner of her mouth quirking in a mute invitation. "Your hands felt so good... would you help me?"

 Cynthia chewed on her bottom lip. At least, she tried. She had to stop with a little squeak as the constant pressure, particularly over the past few seconds, had made it rather sore.

 Still on her knees, she watched her would-be-lover move, digesting all Erin had to say. "You - you're unique, Erin. Like nobody I have ever come across before. I'm afraid I can't just let you go that easy. It's just not in me to give up, not on something - not on someone I want." Her hands moved behind her and with a little fiddling, the top of her bikini tumbled down, revealing two absolutely perfect breasts.

 There were bigger breasts out there; Erin's own, in fact. But hers were just the right shape for their size. They had a bounce to them but also accepted gravity's kiss. They were soft and shifted as she shifted, being quite real. The blonde would not have rejected the notion of fake ones, if they had suited her. She never had to make that choice. It was just one more of her little gifts.

 "You can ask Nathan, sweetie." She purred, a hand moving up and brushing her thumb along her right nipple, both of which were hard. "Once I have my heart set on you, it's just about impossible to get away."

 Winking, she slipped, put her hands on the floor and began to crawl toward Erin, feline-like, her round little bottom swaying in the air. "I- I'm trying to figure it all out, trying to see where we can fff- fit together." She moved up, wrapping her arms around the dark-skinned beauty's leg, nuzzling her face against both stocking and warm flesh. "I've tested my limits before, with lovers and toys. And as proud as most guys are of their little breeding stick, most men have no idea what we're capable of. Not when we put our minds to it."

 "Not when it is something we really, really want."

 As she spoke, she moved up, slowly, like a feline stretching upon her favourite scratching post; usually a couch. Her lip trailed along the taller woman's leg while her hand, with a head start, slid up and cupped those finally properly proportioned balls. She pushed at them, teasing, as her body slipped around. Soon, she was on her knees and just under Erin.

 And just under Erin's cock.

 Her features hidden by that shaft, she leaned up, laying her mouth along the underneath, running lips and tongue up, slurping as one might slurp a lolly. A very, very big lolly. "Fu- fuck, Erin, I don't want to let you go."

 Cynthia's hands came up, wrapping around the shaft, hugging it to her face while her bared breasts pressed around the cock as well. Up and arched, she writhed underneath Erin's horse shaft, using her upper body to grip and stroke it. Grinding against that sinful heat, she moaned. "I- I want it Erin. Oh god! I need it. Pl- please, let me try... tonight! W- we'll figure out everything else later. I just...." She trailed off, feeling it pulse, its heartbeat; Erin's heartbeat, translated through flesh.

 "Oh god! Mmmm, Erin, let me help you." She groaned, pressing those perfect breasts around the base. "I- I want to see my lover's cock cum."

 Erin's head lolled back and her breath escaped in a hiss of sheer, sinful pleasure. She was exquisitely aware of every sensation along her proud, quivering shaft - even the slight zephyr of Cynthia's breath exhaled against the super-sensitive skin tantalized her, and a wordless groan escaped her lips.

She wants me...! Was the only thought remaining in the redhead's mind; all else was focused on the wicked, skilled lips and tongue working along the underside, moving toward her pulsing knob. "I... I want you, both of you," she ground out between jagged breaths. "Fu—uuck!" she exclaimed as the added warmth of Cynthia's breasts encased her, pressing against the base, against her heavy ball sack. Between those firm, plump mounds and the blonde's busy hands, she knew she couldn't last very much longer.

 "Oh my FUCKING GOD!" Reflexively she bucked, thrusting her hips, the contrast of the sink's cool ceramic where her monstrous knob rested playing against the utterly sinful warmth of Cynthia's quivering tits, her lips, her questing tongue around and against the base of her cock. There was no more time for thought, for doubt - the array of sensations, of cool ceramic, of the welcome warmth of Cynthia's breasts cradling her, of her soft breath, warm lips and skilled, wet tongue; all came together and she knew she couldn't last at all.

 "Yes!!! Yes!!!" she cried out, heedless of who might hear them through the door, through the walls. "For you, Cynthia!" she gasped as she felt the familiar sensation of her balls tightening, cum surging up the length of her cock-pole. Her hips bucked in a primal rhythm, her teeth clenched, and a geyser of white, sticky goo erupted from her pulsing, throbbing stallion-cock. Jets of horse-jizz shot against the mirror, the wall and sink. Her hands slid up just behind the jerking, cum-spewing head, bending the thick fuck-meat down just enough that the next blasts went into the sink rather than behind it.

 Cynthia shuddered, holding on as best she could. She felt that powerful cock come alive between her breasts, jerking and lurching forward like something primal, unchained. She felt the heat of it, the pulse from every vein, and then the rush as the unleashed "dragon" breathed its molten load.

 The spectacle, the sensation of, the bared ferocity, was beyond anything the newlywed had ever witnessed. She had said that Erin was that un-tasted flavour. Now Cynthia knew her for a feast.

 Her inner muscles contracted, her swollen nub throbbed, and without ever once being touched, the blonde's wet petals, blossomed. Or, in less purple and more specific terms, the young woman came. She soaked her bikini and dripped in a sinful dribble that traveled down her thighs and landed in transparent spatters on the bathroom floor.

 It was doubtful that the janitor would notice, not with an entire wall to clean.

 Giddy with delight, she giggled at the thought of the poor hotel staff. She had grown up in poverty, her father breaking his ass to put her through college, and she did her best to succeed, to honour his sacrifice. Still, the idea of someone else having to clean up after her and Erin turned her on in such wicked ways.

 She was a good person at heart, but never let it be said that Cynthia was not sinful.

 She collapsed underneath Erin with a groan, finding the tiles to be terrible, terribly comfortable. Moreover, she found the drips of white, sticky rain a tasty precipitation. "Mmm, oh Erin, sweetie, tell me something." She giggled a bit more, one hand rubbing a bit of left-over cum along her right breast, the other playfully teasing her still-quivering sex. "Was that because you were backed up, or do you always explode like that?"

 Erin panted heavily, her breasts heaving as she brought her breathing back under control. "God, I needed that..." she sighed. Her monstrous tube relaxed, becoming semi-limp, and the flanged head slipped off the edge of the sink, trailing a streamer of spooge, narrowly missing Cynthia's grinning face as it curved out in an arc from the redhead's groin.

 She looked quickly around at the damage and winced. Thick dribbles of pearly jizz oozed down the mirror's face, the wall, and lay in creamy spatters over the hardware of the sink. Most of her load had gone into the sink, but in her haste to correct her aim, she had overcompensated and the drips Cynthia had sampled were from a pair of good-sized spatters on the front edge of the sink.

 Hastily she grabbed handfuls of paper towel and began wiping the evidence from the wall. "Um, so to answer your question," she said as she cleaned up, "I wasn't 'backed up', as you put it, but normally I make a couple of pints." She looked intently down at the bikini-clad blonde sprawled comfortably on the floor, thighs glistening with her sweetness. "That was more than I usually make, but you and Nathan are... inspiring me, I guess." She turned on the tap, sluicing her cream down the sink drain, and giggled softly. "Usually I have a condom to, um, contain things - 'cos I do cum forcefully, no matter how much comes out. But while I've been here, I've been, er, relieving the pressure in the bath in my hotel; I didn't want to think about trying to get horse condoms past Mexican customs!"

 Erin cast a critical eye over the wall and mirror. There were a couple of smears still, and some errant drips on the floor, but at least it didn't look like a cum-bomb had gone off. That, she had decided, wouldn't do at all; the last thing she needed was for one of the hotel staff to go clean the ladies' room and find her cock glaze over everything. She was fairly certain the waitstaff would remember the sultry, petite blonde and the tall, Amazonian redheaded gringas as having been the last senoritas to use it. Her horse-weapon had retracted back into her prepuce by now, her sack noticeably smaller, having been drained of cum, and she pulled her panties up briskly, concealing her animal sex.

 "Up you come, love," she said as she reached a hand down to Cynthia. "Let's get you cleaned up as well before your man decides to call out the guard." Erin pulled her new-found lover to her feet, then picked her up and sat her on the edge of the sink. "Tsk tsk tsk... completely soaked through," she scolded with a teasing smile. She knelt on one knee, gently spread Cynthia's thighs apart and began licking the glistening trails of her honey with long, loving strokes of her tongue. Her nose twitched as the aroma of excited, dripping woman reached her, growing stronger as she neared Cynthia's bikini-covered treasure.

 The younger, smaller woman, groaned in delight. Leaning, her legs spread, she slid a hand along the back of Erin's head. Her fingers slipped through ringlets of fire. "Well, it would hardly do t- to," she gasped a bit at a particularly pleasurable lick, "to sit down to eat with my husband with aAAahhh ahh a... a dirty snatch."

 She giggled, enjoying the crude lingo.

 "Wo- woOOoh- ould be unsanitary." She gasped, and one of her legs, thinner than Erin's but nicely shaped and graceful, slide around the beautiful woman's back. It curled and pressed her companion into her damp bikini bottom. The fabric felt so thin with all of that accumulated drip. It was practically seeping through, both from the original orgasm, and now Erin's terrible tease.

 "Y- you knOOHww, I- I'm not sure that I'm going to end up cl- cleaner than when we first started." The blonde giggled again, or tried to, before her throat strangled it with a moan. "MMmmm, Erin, you are so much more than that big, thick cock, aren't you?"

 Her fingers tightened in the red-head's hair as she gasped. "B- but I suppose we do have to ge- get mmMmMmph! Get goOOhing," she gasped, becoming quite breathless and the way she gripped her lover with her legs, said that Cynthia was not really in any hurry.

 "Your lobster is probably getting cold by now."

 As she leaned back, twirling an errant lock of crimson between her fingertips, she let her mind and mouth wander. "S- sooo, all out of condoms, huh?" Her expression could be best described as, well, a pout. Apparently, without that massive cock to tame her fantasies, she had again begun to consider the possibility of taking it on.

 The redhead smiled and arched her neck, pressing her head back against Cynthia's hand, enjoying the feeling of her fingers buried deeply in her fiery locks. The sweet, enticing scent of her petite lover's aroused pussy assailed her, filling her senses. "I'm not worried about cold lobster, sweetness," she said softly, her lips the barest fraction of an inch from Cynthia's soaked panties. She exhaled softly, letting her warm breath flow against the blonde's crotch.

 She grinned, feeling the blonde beauty's strong legs wrap around her shoulders. Her tongue flicked out, tasting Cynthia's sweet nectar through the damp, dripping Lycra triangle covering her loins. Her grin grew wider, her tongue pressed against the soaked fabric, pushing the material into the willing, parting flesh, moulding it to the sweet succulent flesh of labia and clit.

 "Mmmmm," she moaned softly into Cynthia's pussy. "so sweet, so juicy..." Eagerly she moved her head slightly, sealing her lips around her lusty lover's mons and began sucking urgently, drawing the tangy nectar out of the damp material, tickling Cynthia's pussy through the thin, stretchy material.

 Several moments later, she lifted her face, slick and shining with girl-honey, and licked her lips as she savoured the intoxicating taste of Cynthia. "No condoms, luv," she confirmed. "I imagine the hotel shop carries regular ones, for the guests, but -" she smiled, "- I don't think they'd do me much good." She looked down at the delicious, inviting sight before her. "Um, and I think we ought to straighten ourselves out and get back out to your Nathan." She leaned down and kissed Cynthia's sweet-flavoured, Lycra-covered treat, a promise that there was more, much more, in store, then rose gracefully to her feet, helping the smaller woman up as well. She spotted Cynthia's bikini top, bent and handed it to her. "Here you go, lover. Just until the three of us can be... private... together."

 Cynthia had a hard time pushing past the veil that separated sensual pleasures from mundane reality.

 It was a little like waking up from an intense, sheet-soaking dream and finding oneself, alone. Even if you had romantic plans that evening, it was hard to push beyond that sexual fog and begin with the morning routine. Usually, Cynthia was better at it, turning on and off as her whims took her. One moment she would be licking her fingers clean of the nectar that came from a co-worker's quivering folds, the next she would be using those same fingers to dial her mother on the phone.

 This time, with this woman, she was still in a daze. That invisible, yet warm fog, wrapped around her body and teased at the edge of sensation as she began to slip back into her bikini. Even that flimsy bit of fabric seemed like such a terrible bit of bondage. It covered her when she only wished to be exposed.

 Still, Erin was right.

 "I- I suppose so." Cynthia sighed and walked over to the mirror, her center aching and the flesh below seemed to be pushing rudely against itself. She reached up and set her hair right, and dampened a paper towel to clean herself up a bit. It was almost ritualistic in a way, putting on the face of a young woman who might have done terribly wicked things in a restroom, but then again, she might have not.

 "I want you Erin," she said, simply, firmly. "I want you bad enough to risk being caught with a foot of that unbelievable cock inside of me." She turned around, her hands up around her arms. "Ju- just be aware that I'm sort of flying without a safety net here. Both Nathan and I have talked about it and we made ourselves ready for this little honeymoon. Ready, you know, in case our hotel gymnastics came with consequences; little-bundle-of-joy sort of consequences."

 Her body shivered, images of a lover impregnating her, dancing just out of reach. "In other words, I'm not protected here. Sss- sooo, if ummm, I find I can take all of that beautiful cock in me, you wou- would have to be careful, understand? " Her cheeks were flush as she spoke. The thought of being bred by that thick stallion cock was a fantasy that would linger, long after the memories of this trip had faded.

 But there was fantasy, and there was reality, and she was finally back in the latter. "Ju- just something to keep in mind." Cynthia could not help but run her tongue along her bottom lip. Reality or not, she was certainly keeping many things in mind and most of them were sinful.

 Still, she gestured toward the door, "Shall we?"

 Erin looked at her, her brow furrowed slightly with concern. "At the risk of sounding bloody nosey, do you mean you two are using condoms only? No pill?" She unconsciously imitated Cynthia, her white teeth chewing her lower lip as she thought things through. "I'll be just as careful as I can, then... because I very definitely want you, Cynthia. I want you, and I want Nathan, too."

 She leaned down to kiss her blonde beauty fervently as she tugged her dress back into place. "I want to fuck you both, and I want you both to fuck me... and I want to spend lots of time with you two, doing nothing else," she said as she broke the kiss, her voice quiet yet vibrantly intense.

 Sighing happily, she unbolted the restroom door and gestured for Cynthia to precede her out as they returned to the table and Nathan.

 Cynthia followed, trying her best not to fall back into the daze that was her new lover's wake. Her lips burned with that fearsome kiss and her ears warmed hearing Erin's desires laid bare. She ignored the middle-aged woman who nearly collided with them on her way to the bathroom. The poor dear had to have been holding it for quite sometime.

 The blonde could not help but wonder what the older woman would think, when she entered into a bathroom that smelled as strongly of sex as any bed ever would. The thought made her giggle. That giggle gave her the strength to pull through the fog once more. Still, she could not help but tease a little bit. "Oh sweetie, we used to use condoms, but not this honeymoon."

 She walked past Erin, turning just long enough to brush her fingertips along the darker woman's arm. "We've already decided that we are ready for the consequences; as ready as anyone can be. I have time off built up, we're both financially stable, and frankly, I think Nathan is hoping it happens. He really isn't the corporate ladder climbing sort."




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"Ok, I'll take it."

"Do you have shoes?" She asked while still looking me over and tugging the gown here and there so it would hang better. Oh my God...shoes? I haven't even thought of shoes. I have a lot heels, but none suitable for a ball. I revealed,

"No...just the glittery kind for going out to clubs and such..."

The saleslady nodded sympathetically and pointed to a sizable rack of formal shoes along the wall near the dressing rooms. There were white ones...red ones, blue ones and black ones. She noted my indecision and said,

"Plain black single strap open toed pumps are the most popular. With a floor length gown...you need height. Hmmm...let's see. I think a four-inch heel would be perfect for you."

I found a black four-inch open toe single strap pump in my size, 6 and they only cost $75. Not bad I thought and I could wear them when I go out clubbing with Sally. They made my slender long legs look soooo sexy. At the register I said,

"Um, I believe that Sen. Harrison is paying for this? I'm Sandy Beech."

"Oh yes...Ms. Beech? He said you would be in and to let you buy whatever you want."

The saleslady boxed my gown and shoes and gave me a smile...but a wink as well. At first, I didn't think nothing of it, but as I walked home with my treasures, I began to think and then it hit me...I bet that lady in the dress shop thinks I'm Sen. Harrison's...girlfriend. I never flaunted my femininity to carry me through life...I wasn't that type of girl. All my life I played by the rules...worked hard and lived decently. But, to have someone assume that I'm some kind of bimbo was...well it was way off base. However, the more I thought about it, I felt somewhat of flattered...that I could be mistaken for a powerful politician's girlfriend. Maybe I was making this into something it wasn't...but then, the germ that Gloria placed in my ear yesterday was beginning to grow. Was this ball a prelude to something bigger? But would Sen. Harrison be so foolhardy to try and seduce me...me? I got home and saw that there was a message for me. I pressed play,

"Hello...Um, Sandy...yes...um, would you be interested in having dinner with me tonight? Call me at my cell...346-6897...bye."

Suddenly I felt sick. Maybe Gloria was right after all? Maybe this invite to the ball was just to get his foot in my door. I shouldn't be surprised though. This is going on all the time in Washington...big politicians wooing young attractive female staff members. I unwilling picked up the phone and dialed his cell number...

"Hello...hi...yes, Sandy...good...picked out a dress...yes...very nice...no...I can't...a date...no, not serious...well okay...see you in two hours, at the press club...bye."

I couldn't bring myself to lie to the senator. So, in two hours, I'm to meet him at the Press Club for dinner...and then what? Oh God, what am I getting myself into? I bet this is how Monica Lewinsky got started...a harmless little dinner date with a powerful politician. After a quick shower, I went to find something suitable for the Washington Press Club. Finally, I settled on a white satin blouse, a black wrap around short skirt and black single strap three-inch heeled sandals. In two hours of primping and making myself crazy...I was ready and out the door. I looked at my watch and saw I was already late. I hailed a cap and it took me across town and dropped me off in front of the Press Club. I primped my hair and took a deep breath and went to the reservations desk and asked,

"Um, Sen. Harrison...is expecting me?"

"Let me see...um...here you are...Ms. Prentiss?"

"No...I'm Ms. Beech?" The Maitre' de smiled and said,

"One moment Ms...Beech."

He left his reservations desk and I watched him go into the dining area and whispered something into Sen. Harrison's ear. The Senator turned and waved me over. I was really embarrassed as I slinked over to his table and sat down. I said right off,

"I'm sorry I'm late...couldn't decide what to wear? I bought my ball gown and just got home when I got your message and basically threw myself together." Sen. Harrison smiled and said,

"No problem...I should have called earlier." I nodded and looked around the crowed dining room and then asked,

"Um...who is Ms. Prentiss?" Sen. Harrison flashed a broad smile and revealed,

"Oh her...she called me and said she couldn't make it for dinner. I forgot to tell the Maitre' de that you were coming instead. I'm writing a book about my 20 years in politics and Ms. Prentiss is my ghost writer...since I can't write anything remotely sensible."

I nodded with a smile and picked up my menu. I could feel the Senator's eyes roaming all over the visible parts of my body...like I was his date. I wasn't his date, nor did I want to be his date.

"For someone who threw herself together, you look wonderful tonight, Sandy. I don't think I ever saw you dressed to the nines."

"Thank you Sen. Harrison. It's not often that I get invited to the Press Club, but yet here I sit...in the Press Club dining room."

"Well, it's not as imposing as you might think. Take away the political and media luminaries...all you have is a dining room."

"I suppose, Sen. Harrison...but it's still impressive to a gal like me." Sen. Harrison smiled and agreed, but had to mention,

"Call me Barry. I think we known each other long enough to be so formal." For a moment, I was at a loss for words. He wanted us to be on a first name basis? I found my voice and revealed,

"I'm sorry, it's just that you were always this bigger than life politician and I was always very respective of you and your office." Sen. Harrison cleared his throat and smiled...pointing out,

"I'm not God, Sandy. I become a regular human being once I leave the office. I even have a few beers when I'm watching a National's home game. I burp after a filling meal...I take a piss when I need to and by jingle, I'll cuss when I feel like it." I nodded and gave him a smile...said,

"Yes, I guess you're right...but still, I do think of you as someone special."

Just then, Larry Wright of the Washington Post was passing our table and patted Sen. Harrison on the back and said,

"That was a great speech you gave in the senate today, Senator. Do you really believe all your bullshit?"

"Why son...I surely do...in fact, this young lady seated here said it would be a great speech."

I suddenly wished I could blink myself to Timbuktu or the moon. I smiled and mentioned sheepishly,

"Um, I just wrote down what the Senator dictated...it was all his words...every one...even the periods." The reporter smiled and slapped the senator on the back again and said,

"She's funny...and obviously attractive. How did you manage to wrangle her into working for an old campaigner like you?" Sen. Harrison just gave up a hearty laugh and said,

"It's my magnetic personality, Larry...nothing but charisma and endless charm."

The reported walked away laughing, leaving us alone...or as alone as anyone could be in the Press Club dining room. I took a sip of water and while Sen. Harrison was reading his menu...I said,

"Excuse me Sen. Harri...Barry, but I have to make a visit to the ladies room...be right back. Could you order for me?"

I excused myself and went looking for the ladies room that was way on the other side of the dining room...next to the Men's room...well duh. I went in only to find a long line waiting to get into the only two stalls available. One well-dressed forty something lady standing in front of a mirror and fixing her face commented to her fellow dinners,

"You would think in a place this big...they'll have more toilets for us ladies?" Another well dressed lady agreed and mentioned,

"I heard there are six stalls in the men's room...and they are usually empty."

"Yeah, why is that?" said another lady. I smiled and waited my turn when the woman in front of me turned around and asked,

"I see you're having diner with Sen. Harrison?"

"Yes. Um, I work for him...staff secretary."

"Oh, that's what they call it now?" She giggled and gave me a wink while looking at the other women for their reactions and they were all nodding in agreement. I didn't know if I wanted to run or smack her mid forties Botoxed face, but like everything in Washington, the conversation suddenly changed...

"Margo Sanderson...got her boobs pumped up."

"Really...how big?"

"A full size up and a DD cup yet...."

I was dying in here. Being female, I would be the first to admit that most members of my gender are really a bunch of mindless gossips. Why can't women be more like men...and suck it up. We keep hammering the poor guys over the head to be more sensitive and open to feelings. Well guys, just stay the way you are because we women are piss poor examples of sensitivity. It was my turn at bat. I went into the smelly stall and locked the door behind me, then pulled down my skirt and panties and sat down. Suddenly, I let lose with a fart so loud, I wanted to die. I heard giggles from the other ladies waiting in line and tried to ignore them. When I was done, I got myself together and opened the stall door...and said with a big smile,

"How do you spell relief? A big smelly fart...that's how."

I washed my hands and held them under the hand drier and then walked out with my head held high. What did I care what they thought...I would never see those tongue wagging bitches again. I went back to the table and noticed a bottle of Champaign sitting on the table and Sen. Harrison saying,

"I thought a bottle of bubbly would go with the meal...you are old enough to drink...aren't you"

"Yes...for a lot of things?"

I don't know why I said that, but I found myself coming onto the good Senator. Me, the level headed wannabe lawyer...coming onto a powerful senate big shot. The Senator smiled and said,

"Now...tell me about that fantastic ball gown you bought...will I like it?"

"To wear? You might have to let it out a bit?"

"Noooo, will I like you in it?"

"You'll like it alright...makes me look sexy as hell." I nodded and smiled, then took several sips of Champaign and described the gown in detail...

"Well...it's black...spaghetti straps...low in the front...veryyy low in the back and it fits my figure to a tee...and right off the rack. I also bought four inch single strap heels...very, very sexy." I was beginning to slur my words...so unlike me. I smiled and asked,

"When do we eat...I'm starved." Just as I finished asking about the food, our meals arrived...silly me. I blushed and mentioned,

"Gee, that was fast." Barry Harrison smiled and gave me a wink and asked,

"Soooo, Sandy...what are your plans for the future?"

"Well, tomorrow I'll go wash my car...then go grocery shopping and stock up on TV dinners. Maybe rent a chick flick or two?"

"No, no...your future...five, ten years from now?" I took another sip of Champaign and revealed my abbreviated plan,

"Well...have my own law practice...or be bare foot and pregnant in the kitchen." Sen. Harrison smiled and asked,

"You don't like working in government?"

"No, I hate it. I went to law school to be a lawyer...not a secretary. Don't get me wrong...I appreciate the job, but I always dreamed of being a lawyer. What a second...I am a lawyer with a real law degree."

I was getting drunk and Sen. Harrison knew it...and I knew he knew it. Alcohol always made my tongue loosen up. Some people get belligerent when they drink...not me, I get talkative. Some people even get wild when they drink...so do I sometimes. I was smiling...my head felt like a wad of chewing gum when I said,

"Hmmm, see that guy over there...is he a stud or what?"

Sen. Harrison looked towards the guy I was referring too and smiled and said quietly,

"That's Congressman Howard...from the great state of New York." I nodded and said when the name rang a bell,

"Oh...oh...he's the one with the mistress...?" Sen. Harrison nodded, but shushing me to be more quiet...pointing out,

"I think you are getting a little drunk...young lady." I smiled through my hand and said,

"No, I'm getting a lot drunk." The senator looked at his watch and called for the check and paid it. Then we left...his Lincoln town car was in the valet parking lot and we had to wait a few minutes for his car to arrive. When the car pulled up, I smiled when I saw it and asked,

"This is yours?"

"Yeah, compliments of the grateful people of Maryland." Given the amount of alcohol I consumed and against my better judgment, I suggested,

"Let's go for a long drive...anywhere but DC." Sen. Harrison glanced at his watch and since it was late afternoon, he agreed...

"Well, sure, but wouldn't you rather go to your place?" I sensed that he feeling me out...as to how far I was willing to go and I'm not talking about seeing the sights. I burped and asked point blank,

"And do what?" The good Senator hoed and hummed...not exactly sure what he was getting into...said,

"Well, I thought we could go somewhere quiet...just the two of us...you know...talk in private?"

"Oh, you want privacy...well why didn't you say so...come on, let's go to my place then."

The good Senator was shushing me to lower my voice as the valet opened the car door for me. I on the other hand was laughing and making a big fool of myself. I was feeling no pain and in the moment. We drove off down the road at a fairly good clip...the Senator was in the party mood I guess. Well, blame it all on the Champaign I consumed at diner, I was in a party mood too. I don't know why, but I started unbuttoning my white satin blouse as the good senator watched me out of the corner of his eye while he drove. I was getting turned on knowing that I was turning him on. I opened wide my blouse and undid the front clasp of my Victoria's Secret pink satin and lace bra and let my ample 34DD's swing free. Suddenly a firm hand was on my breast and pinching my nipple. The senator smiled and asked,

"What lovely breasts you have my dear. I always wanted to hold you in my arms and feel them against my chest."

Even in my Champaign induced stupor, I was taken aback momentarily by his sudden revelation...but I still had enough womanly knowledge to know that he felt that way. I smiled and said,

"Hmmm...I know. I knew for two months when I came to work for you...but kept my distance. Don't think I didn't see those subtle looks you give me at the office. A woman knows when a man is checking her out...believe me." Sen. Harrison laughed and asked,

"Was I that obvious and transparent?"

I nodded without saying a word and slid over and sat next to him...then kissed him gently on the cheek as he drove. Gauging his reaction, I slid my left hand down to his crotch...that was tenting out. I smiled and unzipped his trousers and opened them. I ran my hand over the bulge that was in his underwear and looked up at him and said,

"I think Dickey wants out?"

Sen. Harrison didn't do anything to stop me...so I took that as a yes. I pulled the waistband down as far as it would go and fished out his ten-inch man cock into the open. Still gauging his reactions, I positioned myself down on his lap, the steering wheel bumping the back of my head and took his manhood into my mouth and deep throated it as far as I could. The Senator let out a moan and watched me. I saw him looking and said,

"Just watch where you're going...Barry...I'll do the rest."

I girthed his cock with my hand and continued to suck and stroke him for all he was worth. I, the quiet, naive staff secretary of a powerful senator was now in control and that's when he said,

"I want to fuck you...now."

"Sure...anything you want...Barry. Um, where are we, anyway?"

"Just outside Georgetown...by the Georgetown Reservoir."

Between sucks and licks, I managed to say,

"Great...find a secluded spot and I'll give you so much pussy...you'll think you were elected president."

Five minutes later, we were parked overlooking the reservoir and undressing in the Lincoln's enormous back seat. For a man of sixty-five, Barry had a great body. However, he was older than my father and as old as my grandfather...but that didn't matter because I was always attracted to older mature men. I laid back, my head up against the car door when Barry mounted me and kissed me passionately. I kissed him back with equal passion. His erect cock was sliding up and down my pussy mound...stimulating me even more if that was possible. A tingling sensation ran up and down my spine as I realized what was going to happen next...an intimacy that I always secretly longed for. Ever since I was a teenager, I dreamed of this moment...to know Sen. Harrison in a way that no one, except his wife...knew him. I smiled and spread wide my slender thighs and said,

"Well...what are you waiting for...an engraved invitation?"

Barry smiled and manhandled his cock-head to my hot wet cunt and reared back his hips and thrust forwards...sending his ten-inch manhood deep into my virgin pussy. Yes, I was still a virgin as I mentioned earlier and yes, I was happy that he would be the one who takes my prized possession. I wanted to wait for my wedding night. I wanted to save myself for my future husband...but I can't wait forever. Barry drove into me like a man on fire. His big man's mature cock slid in and out...pumping my pussy for all the love juice I had to offer. I smiled and closed my eyes as I felt every inch of his magnificent dick ram into me over and over. My ample boobs swaying and bouncing from side to side...back and forth...but always in motion. I would love to be a fly on their bedroom wall and watch him fuck the perky titted Mrs. Harrison...watch her scream out in lustful passion as he rammed his endowment into her perfect cunt. My pussy muscles tightened suddenly around Barry's cock and my climax hit me like a Mack truck.

"Yes...yes...oh god yessss...oh...oh...Barryyyyy."

Barry then erupted inside my virgin cunt...shooting load after load of his cum into my once private place. It was then I realized I wasn't on birth control, because up until tonight I wasn't sexually active and didn't need birth control. Barry forced out the last drop of his hot cum into me and then collapsed on top of me. We kissed while his once hard cock deflated and slipped out of my satisfied pussy. I was finally fucked...my virginity taken by the object of my admiration...a man forty-three years older than me. I smiled and said,

"Barry...you took my virginity tonight...you were my first intimate lover...ever." Barry looked down at my pussy, oozing cum and blood and said,

"I didn't know...honest...Sandy." I smiled and brought his face to mine and kissed him and said,

"Well...we can't put the Genie back in the bottle again...now can we?"

As we dressed, we talked and right out of left field, he suggested that I become his mistress. He explained that in doing so...I could get on the fast track and realize my dream of becoming a lawyer a lot sooner...as long as I played 'ball' with him of course. This was something I wanted to avoid at all cost. I explained,

"Barry...this was a one time deal. I don't want to be your mistress, and as far as being intimate with you...this was a judgment call on my part. Perhaps our intimacy was bound to happen sooner or later, but it happened never the less. Please take me home?"

Barry didn't say anything and I couldn't blame him...I just wanted him to know how I felt. It was a forty-minute drive to my apartment building and he didn't say a word to me in all that time. I guess he was mulling over what I told him. I was thinking of his political future, and my self respect. The intimacy we shared tonight would be enough to end his political career, but having a mistress wouldn't help matters either. The Washington media circus would devour both of us alive. The national attention would drive me into hiding and eventual oblivion. The Champaign buzz I had earlier had long wore off and I started to wonder if I'll have a job come Monday morning. He will probably want me out of his office and disappear...damage control I guess. It was still early, about eight o'clock when Sen. Harrison pulled to the curb and I got out and said,




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"You sure you don't want to come up...I'll make some coffee?"

He looked at his watch and shook his head 'no' and drove off when I shut the door. I had my key ready and went in...home at last. I had to admit it was one hell of a Saturday and I ended up being intimate with the good Senator Harrison. Even though I made the first move...he still used me and Gloria was right...about that. He is a womanizer.

The next morning, I was up bright and early and went down to the corner store to get the Sunday paper. I wanted to peruse the store ads for a new kitchen table set. On my way home, it started to drizzle and I was wet by the time I got to my apartment. I changed my wet clothes into dry grubbies and made my coffee and then sat out on my small balcony to read the paper. Just then, I seen it...a picture of Senator Harrison and some unidentified naked woman covering her face with her hands...sitting in a Lincoln Town car...me? Oh my god, I was Monicaed. I'll never be able to work in this city again. But wait, I never saw any reporters. The phone rang and I hurried into the living room and picked up...

"Hello...Hi mom...yeah...I seen it...no, what...what are you talking about...I thought it was...okay...hold on." I ran out to the balcony and looked at the picture again...

"That's not me...she's a red head...Gloria?" I ran back to the phone...

"Hello mom...its Gloria Smith...I work with her."

After we talked a little, I apologized and hung up the phone and sat there confused. Was Gloria Smith humping the Senator all this time? So, that was her plan all along...to make me doubt the senator's character...so she could be in his bed...instead of me? But, I had no intentions of sleeping with Sen. Harrison...it just happened. The foolishness I said and did last night came from the Champaign and a lonely love life...nothing else. I saw the beautiful black ball gown hanging on my bedroom door and it seemed to mock me...

"Well, I guess I'll take you back on Monday and then go see if I still have a job." Ten minutes later...another phone call...

"Hello...hi Janet...yes, I did...I don't know what to say...the office will be closed...indefinitely...okay...thanks for calling...bye."

During the coming week, the good Senator had left the country to join his wife and daughter in Paris for an undisclosed period of rest and relaxation. Gloria Smith went back home to Tennessee to raise her kids out of the public eye. However, I was expecting my involvement with the good senator to come to light any day...but it never did. Twelve months later, I got a job as a law intern at Chaffee, Davis and Jones...where I should have been in the first place. The salary was great and the hours were even better...just the kind of job...an unmarried working mom like me needed.

The End