0 comments/ 8763 views/ 0 favorites Deanna By: Paladm-Fallen Angel It was a day just like any other day, except today hadn't been the greatest of them all. Deanna works for this company where she does telephone surveys regarding all types of consumer products, and today she got stuck on a shitty automotive survey everyone always tried to avoid. "What a day ... " she mumbled to herself as she got into her car and drove off to get home as soon as possible so she could just get into the tub and relax. She started wondering just what she'd be doing the rest of the night, and since she didn't have anything special planned, decided to just go online and see if any of her friends were there and maybe talk to them for a bit. She liked visiting one particular site, since all of her online friends frequently visited the same site. "Well ... " she mumbled as she walked into her apartment "... time for that relaxing bath, and who knows, maybe I will meet someone interesting in there." She had met her ex, Jason, in there, but she had kicked him out on his ass a few months back after she found out he planned on moving in with someone else and didn't even bother telling her about his plans. She felt a tear run down her cheek as she remembered the details of the break-up so vividly. "Damn asshole ... " she mumbled to herself as she finished getting undressed. She turned around and looked into the full length mirror she had on her wall. "Not bad ... not bad at all" she thought to herself, all the time she spent at the pool definitely paid off. Running her fingers over her firm breasts, seeing her nipples harden at her delicate touch, continuing down over her abdomen, over her flat tummy coming to a stop at the top of her mound. God she missed being touched by a man. Slowly she turned around and walked off to the bathroom. As she got into the tub, she softly sighed as the bubbles of the bath salts caressed her senses, brushing over every tired little section of her body. "Hmmm ... this feels so good" she thought to herself as she ran the sponge over her tired neck muscles ... her shoulders ... arms ... breasts ... paying a little extra attention to her sensitive nipples, rubbing softly at first but more insistently with each passing moment, feeling the familiar tingly feeling between her legs when she's getting horny. Not being able to resist, nor wanting to stop, she closes her eyes and utters a soft moan as she pinches first the one nipple and then the other. Pinching a little harder each time she switches between them ... wanting so much more ... needing so much more, she slides her other hand down her abdomen, feeling the incredible urge to touch herself ... to please herself after the shitty day she had at work ... feeling her pussy getting wetter and wetter each time she pinches. She utters a loud gasp, shocking to herself in the silence of the bathroom as she touches the top of her slit, pushing down insistently ... persistently pursuing the pleasure she so much wants ... running the tips of her fingers over her swollen lips, shivering at her own touch, her muscles tensing up, feeling herself so close to the edge even though she has hardly touched herself. Slowly spreading her lips, wanting to touch but also in the mood to tease, she slides her fingers down barely touching her engorged clit, moaning softly at her touch ... pressing it harder then pinching making it impossible for herself to stop as she starts to rub in a circular motion ... getting so close ... feeling her muscles tightening as she slips first one, then two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. She moans and gasps out loud as she pushes herself over the edge, feeling her muscles contracting around her fingers. She lies still for a few minutes slowly coming down from her high ... "God I needed that so much ..." she mumbles and finishes bathing herself before she gets out of the tub and slips into a pair of short shorts and a plain little tank top. "Hmmm ... I wonder what tonight will hold" she mumbles as she sees the all too familiar "Logging On To Network" logo displayed on the screen of her computer. "Now just to get in here ... and ... done." Seeing some friends she greets and make the usual small talk, talking about this and that ... "Now this looks interesting as she goes through the post ... a survey on your favorite type of kiss ... Oh what the hell ... why not?!" She types her response and clicks the familiar "Push To Speak" button. "Wonder what will come of this ..." shrugging and yet feeling excited at the answer she just gave the person who's conducting the survey. "Hmmm what is this ... " seeing the personal message directed to her ... reading "Hi there ... So what is your favorite type of kiss like?" Sitting a moment wondering if she should answer or not ... she had met her ex on here and she doesn't want to get her heart broken again ... and before realizing it she has actually typed a response and clicked enter. "Oh my God ...Why did I do that ... Oh well ... too late now for any regrets ... I'll just wait and see what he says." Again a personal message directed to her ... "Oh my God ... now that is a very nice kiss and also one of my favorites. Hmmm ... *S* ... I couldn't help but notice your location ... *sweet, sexy, sassy and submissive* ... Now that is really very interesting." Before long she realizes that she's been talking to this one guy for hours ... "Good God ... what an effect you have on me ... I totally lost track of time ... Will I see you again?" the message appears. Shrugging, she types her response that indeed he will see her again and that she had enjoyed the conversation immensely. The next day at work she just can't stop thinking about this stranger she met last night, and neither the fact that she so easily confided in him some of her innermost secrets. She blushes as she thinks of some of the things she actually told him, and yet, she feels this strange attraction to him... wondering if he is as wonderful in real life as he is in this cyber world of hers ... wondering what he is like in bed ... if he really kisses as well as he says he does ... "Deanna ... " "Deanna! ... " she blushes as she is rudely awakened out of her fantasy world "It's time to go home hon" her friend Clarissa says. "And where may I ask have you just been?" "Hmmm ... nowhere special" ... blushing more fiercely as she realizes that she has been caught daydreaming about a total stranger. Clarissa snickers ... "Yeah right". On their way home Deanna can't stop babbling about this guy she has met, and how interesting he sounds. Clarissa looks in her friend's direction with a concerned look ... "Deanna, just be careful okay ... you remember what happened with Jason don't you?" "How could I forget ..." she replies as she turns her head away and feels a tear run down her cheek. And yet she feels strangely excited that she might get to see "him" again tonight ... wondering what he'll be talking about tonight ... whether he'll be sharing secrets about himself with her. Stopping at home she can hardly wait to get upstairs and log on to see if he is there so she can talk to him some more, maybe share more secrets. Maybe find out just how much alike they are, whether he might want to meet her. Maybe get a picture of him so that she could at least know what he looks like. God! she realizes ... she doesn't even know his name and here she's already thinking what he looks like and what he's like in bed ... smiling wickedly as she feels her nipples harden and the tingly feeling between her legs at the mere thought of him making love to her. That night she found out her mystery man's name ... it was Anton ... God! She thought to herself, such a sexy, yet strong name. Just saying it made her shiver ... wanting him to touch her so bad ... She couldn't believe the way she was feeling and that after just two nights of chatting and that to a complete stranger. The next morning, jumping out of bed, she immediately goes over to her computer, switches it on, and checks her e-mail account. Anton had told her that there would be something there waiting for her, a little surprise especially for her. Boy was she surprised to see that it was pictures of him. Being able to put a face to the name she already had, was exciting her so much that she had to take a deep breath just to calm herself. "Oh my Lord!" she thought to herself as she looked over the pictures ... one in particular she especially liked more than the other he had sent her ... one where she could see him sleeping on a couch ... seeing all of him stretched out ... wondering what it would be like to have him stretched out next to her like that ... him holding her in his strong arms ... kissing her ... stroking her skin ... touching her lovingly ... making her feel so wonderful all over. She closed her eyes and slid her hands over her breasts ... cupping them, kneading them softly ... pinching her nipples ... imagining it was him touching her like that ... sliding her hand down towards her crotch ... feeling the dampness spreading ... making her so wet ... She slides her hand into her pajama bottoms and feels the heat radiating from her pussy. God, she is so horny it is unbelievable, she cannot believe the way he makes her feel even though he isn't there ... always making her feel good about herself ... giving her compliments ... saying sweet things to her ... causing her day to be so much better when she was even feeling a little sad or lonely. Sliding her fingers down between her swollen pussy lips ... spreading it slightly ... coating her fingers with her own juices ... sliding down ... then feeling her middle finger sliding into herself ... stroking in and out slowly ... still wanting more, never feeling satisfied ... wanting him so much she could cry. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge ... feeling her muscles contracting around her finger ... her tummy muscles quivering almost as if they knew what was about to happen ... thrusting her hips towards her penetrating finger ... moving faster and faster ... pressing her thumb into her clit ... rubbing it harder and harder ... and then finally feel the dam inside her break ... shouting out loud ... "Oh ... Oh ... Oh my God! ... Oh God Anton ... please ... gasping ... please ... please don't stop ... Oh fuck ... fuck me ... Yesssss!" collapsing on her desk ... her head resting on her arms ... gasping for breath. Still coming down from her high, she takes a shower and gets ready for work. Stepping out of the shower she hears the phone ring and rushes to answer it. "Hello?" "Hi Deanna ... Guess who ..." she hears the voice on the other side. "Oh my God ... Anton?!" her answering voice suddenly very shaky, but feeling so happy at the same time. "Yes sweetie ... it's me speaking. I just wanted to say hello quickly and to make a small little request before you go to work ... Wear something special for me because I have a little surprise for you but right now I have to go." After saying her good-byes she goes to her room and stands in front of the closet "Hmmm ... what to wear"? Deciding on a two piece business suit she pulls it out of her closet and places it on her bed. Reaching for some sexy underwear, she stops in mid-reach and mumbles ... "To hell with it ... I'm hot and I'm horny ... I'm definitely not wearing anything other than this suit today. She feels her heart skip a few beats. Besides, Anton said that he has a little surprise for me. Smiling she thinks to herself "this is going to be one hell of a long day" especially not knowing what to expect. Realizing that she's going to be late for work, she jumps into her car and rushes off. As she enters the building she works in, she notices this stranger entering with her and thinks that he looks so familiar ... but she just can't put her finger on it. Shrugging it off she mumbles to herself "Oh well ...I will remember later." Thanking him, she steps into the elevator first, not bothering to take further note of him as she starts to look for something in her bag. She mumbles as she realizes that she's left her phone at home ... "Oh God no ... not this ... not now ..." she groans. All of a sudden she feels an arm slide around her waist, shocked and angry at the same time at the forwardness of this stranger. "What the fuck ..." and then it hits her ... gasping softly ... whispering almost inaudibly ... "No ... it can't be" and then she hears his voice "Yes Deanna, it can ... surprise" as he turns her around and passionately kisses her. She feels him respond to her as he holds her close ... breaking the kiss and covering her face in soft little wet kisses ... then returning to her mouth, sliding his tongue softly over her lips as he sucks her bottom lip into his mouth. Sucking on it gently, flicking his tongue over the part of her lip in his mouth ... opening her mouth bit by bit and sliding his tongue in ... twisting around with her own. Sliding his big strong hands down over her back he lets them rest on her cheeks, kneading them softly and pulling her into him at the same time. He breaks their passionate embrace and whispers softly "God ... I so much wanted to do that ever since the first night." Looking deep into his eyes she smiles and replies "Me too". Pulling his face to hers and kissing him again, holding onto him tightly. "I want you so ..." his words fade away as the elevator comes to an abrupt halt. Looking at her, he sees that she is just as confused as he is. He tries pressing the buttons but no response. She sees a smile creep across his face when he says ... "Want to take advantage of this situation hon?!" and leans over to her and pulls her back into his arms. "Why whatever do you have in mind you nasty man?!" she whispers ... knowingly smiling as she can guess just what is on his mind. "Make love to me Deanna" he whispers. Pulling his face to hers she nods yes and starts to kiss him passionately, giving his lips and tongue the same treatment he had given hers she feels his hands sliding over her back ... cupping each of her cheeks in a hand ... kneading them ... caressing them gently. Sliding one hand to her breasts he undoes the buttons to her jacket and sliding his hand in ... cupping her breast in his hand squeezing her nipple softly between his thumb and forefinger ... pulling on it ... making her gasp out loud at his touch. "Oh God ... " she whispers "What are you doing to me ..." Kissing the nape of her neck ... biting softly into the flesh of her shoulder ... moving down lower finally taking one of her hard little nipples into his mouth ... sucking at it ... nibbling it ... flicking his tongue over it ... then biting down on it softly, making her moan louder. She becomes more and more turned on. He gives her other nipple the same treatment as the first ... sliding down further and further ... covering her abdomen in soft wet kisses ... wrapping his hands around her middle and pulling her into him. Hearing her breathing become more ragged the closer he gets to her pussy ... unzipping her skirt he lets it fall to the floor ... and looks deep into her eyes. He sees a little smile creep onto her face as he leans forward and kisses the top of her mound ... teasing her ... avoiding her clit at all costs, kissing up and down her thighs. She spreads her legs wider to give him better access to her, slides her fingers through his hair and with a sudden jerk pulls him into her his mouth barely touches her clit but also hard enough to make a shudder run through her whole body. "Damn I missed this" she whispers, smiling down at him. His tongue slithers out and gently licks the top of her smooth mound, humming against her skin, sending vibrations through her ... making her gasp and moan. Feeling her arch her mound towards him he suddenly licks her wet slit from top to bottom, running his tongue hard over her hard little clit and taking it into his mouth sucking on it flicking his tongue hard over it. Biting down on it gently, making little figure eights with his tongue over it, he feels her muscles starting to tense under his hands . Her moans becoming louder and louder ... hearing her gasp ... whispering ... "Oh God ... Oh my God ... yes ... please ... God ... please don't stop ... please ... oh God". He feels her shudder as her orgasm pulses through her, soaking his face in her juices ... lapping up as much of it as he can ... leaving her looking down at him breathlessly. Pulling her down to the floor with him he kisses her passionately as he embraces her and runs his fingers over her smooth back ... her shoulders ... her arms ... over her thighs ... sending little shivers through her all over again. Pushing him down onto his back, she smiles at him lovingly and whispers ... "Your turn baby ... and believe me, I've been waiting for THIS moment ever since the two of us met." Leaning forward she starts to brush her lips across his chest ... flicking her tongue across his nipples and teasing at them, slowly moving down to his abdomen and brushing her lips in a back and forth motion. Just barely touching his skin and letting her hot breath tease at him she flicks her tongue lightly over his skin, hearing him start to breathe heavily. Letting him wonder if...and when... she'll go lower. Flicking her tongue in and out of his bellybutton and then scattering kisses over his navel as she scratches his abdomen ... teasing him with her long nails. Slowly and teasingly she moves her mouth down towards his shaft. Licking her way up one side and down the other ... taking her time to make him nice and wet ... flicking her tongue over the tip, tasting the salty moisture and raking her teeth down the underside of it and starting to caress his balls gently with her hand. Letting her tongue caress his skin, slowly engulfing him in her hot little mouth, sucking lightly at first then harder and harder. Letting him slip from her mouth, she blows cool air over his wet skin, feeling him tense up and stiffen more at the sensation. Taking one of his balls into her mouth she sucks gently yet insistently while stroking her hand up and down his shaft releasing his one ball and taking hold of the other to give it the same loving attention. She can feel him getting closer and closer to the point of orgasm. He runs his hands over her head, entwining his fingers in her hair ... pulling at it and pushing her head down on him ... forcing her his cock deeper into her mouth, feeling it brush against the back of her throat. Her muscles relax to accommodate him and suck at him all at the same time. He feels the vibrations emanating from her throat as he pulls on her hair. Tensing up, he gasps and starts to cum down her throat breathing heavily ... pushing her down hard ... trapping her head between his balls and hands letting her milk him dry. Pulling her up towards his mouth, letting her lie on top of him and breathing heavily coming down from his orgasm he kisses her passionately. He tastes himself on her lips and runs his hands over her ... caressing her with his fingertips. Lifting her head from his, breaking the kiss, she looks at him lovingly and softly whispers "Fuck me please ... I want you to, so much ... please, Anton ... please" Looking deeply into her eyes he whispers softly to her "No need to beg me Deanna, I want this as much as you do and I want you even more". Taking her head in his hand and pulling her face down to his, kissing her passionately, guiding her to place her legs on either side of him and moving back slowly. Feeling her press her hot pussy against his hard cock and her lips parting as his cock slides in between them he gasps as the head of his cock rubs against her clit. Lifting herself off of him she takes hold of him and places his cock at the entrance of her sopping wet pussy and lets it slide inside slowly as she sits back down again. She savors the feeling of being filled again like this, sliding down till all of him is inside of her. Leaning over forward she kisses him passionately and then starts to rock her hips, placing her hands on his chest to give her some stability ... tightening her muscles around him, making him gasp and moan softly with pleasure. Locking her eyes onto his, smiling lovingly at him, rocking faster and faster, feeling her muscles starting to spasm from deep inside her, hearing her breathing become more ragged. She gasps out louder and whispers his name, hearing him moaning and gasping then suddenly throwing her head over backwards screaming. "Oh God ... Oh fuck Anton ... cum with me, please cum with me .. I want to feel your hot cum covering my insides ... fuck ... fuck ... oh fuck ... Oh my Goooooooooooooooood". Feeling his cum shooting deep into her, his cock twitching inside of her as she contracts her muscles around him and milking him dry of every last drop of cum. Dropping forward, she rests her head on his chest gasping loudly and listening to his ragged breathing. Looking up at him, seeing him smile at her and hearing him whisper "I love you Deanna". Tears form in her eyes as she whispers "I've loved you ever since the first night we talked, and I will love you for always." Deanna Chapter 1: The Meeting The morning sun broke through the crack in the curtains, flooding her naked body that lay on the bed. The sunlight hit her back and ass warming it from the early morning chill. Deanna stirred, still half asleep reaching over hoping to find a warm body next to her in bed. She found that there was no one there. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the clock, it was already a little past nine thirty, and she must have not heard the alarm go off. She rolled over on her back, and opened her eyes fully and took in the morning light. Deanna noticed there was a small note on her bedside table. It was written in the handwriting that she had grown to love. "Had to go out for a business breakfast, will be back hopefully not later than 11am. Turned off the alarm for you, my sweet, I knew you would need your rest for this evening. Be a good girl and get your chores done, so that when I get home, we can spend some time together. " It was signed "Love, Daddy" A smile came across Deanna's face as she read the note, not thinking of what this evening would bring her, but thinking of the man who wrote the note, who so graciously let her sleep in. She closed her eyes and started thinking back to when they first meet. It seemed like she knew him forever, but it had only been about seven months. Deanna had been living in San Diego, moving from one job to the next, trying to find something that she enjoyed. Nothing seemed to suit her. She had done everything from being a waitress to being a secretary at a law firm, to even stripping. She had enjoyed stripping the most, because she loved showing off her body, and got such a rush from the men staring at her, and giving her money. She loved turning them on, and watching from the corner of her eyes as she danced, how their cocks would grow hard, and some would try to slide their hands down in their pants and stroke themselves. Just thinking back on it, was now getting Deanna very excited. She could feel the warmth that was growing between her legs; she moved her hands down to her thighs just out of reach of this warmth, knowing it would only intensify. At Deanna's last job in San Diego as a personal assistant to a very high powered lawyer; she had the opportunity to meet many interesting people, from many different walks of life. About seven months ago, she met one man, who would change her life forever. There was a small party she had to attend with her boss, he was meeting potential clients and needed her there in case they decided to sign on, and he also liked to take her because she was attractive. He liked to show her off. Deanna had been having an affair with her boss, Mr. Edward Patterson, from the time she started working with the firm. He was married, but she really didn't care. She had her needs and she wanted them fulfilled. At the party there were about ten men there, some with women, who obviously were not their wives, since they were about ten to maybe even thirty years younger than the men were. Deanna mingled through out the evening, bored, not really enjoying any of the conversation she was having. She just wanting to go home, or go into the back room and get laid, anything but stay here and talk work. About an hour into the party, another man showed up, he was alone. When he came in, he had a presence about him. Everyone seemed to flock toward him. Deanna wondered what it was about him that was so special. She decided she must find out. Once the crowd had thinned out from around this man, she decided it was time she introduced herself. Deanna walked over to the chair where he was sitting. She had noticed his wine glass was empty, so she had another in her hand for him. "Excuse me, Sir, I noticed that your wine glass was empty, and I am sure from all the chatter that has been going on, you must be thirsty." she said with a smile. He didn't say anything; he just smiled back, reached up and slowly took the glass out of her hand, gripping her hand just for a second. A rush ran through Deanna, something she wasn't sure if she had ever felt before. There was a second or more of silence, so Deanna stared to walk away. "Where are you going?" he asked in an almost harsh tone. Deanna almost stumbled to get the words out. "I was just going to mingle Sir. Did you need something else?" "Yes, I need you to sit down here, and keep me company. I can not be the only man at this party without a beautiful lady by his side, so sit down." Deanna went to go sit over on the sofa, and she saw him shaking his head, she knew he meant that was not the correct seat. She looked around; there was no other chair next to him, where did he want her to sit? "Sir, I am not sure where you would like me to sit to keep you company." Her voice was shaking, but she did not know why. "Sit down on the floor next to me, I want you to look up at my with those beautiful, lust filled eyes while I am talking to you."He didn't change his tone when he said that. It caught Deanna off guard. Lust filled, she thought, how dare he! She wanted to tell him to fuck off and walk away, but she couldn't. What was it about this man? Deanna looked around the room, no one was paying any attention to them, they were all busy drinking, laughing and in their own little worlds. Deanna swallowed and slowly moved down to a sitting position on the floor next to this man she had just met. "Good girl", was all he said as she felt his hand run down the back of her hair onto her back. She looked up at him, and was caught in his gaze, and became moist between her legs. They sat there for hours it seemed talking about everything, from her different jobs, her family, her childhood, and even her sexual experiences. This man, whom she didn't even have a name for, was asking some of the most intimate questions, but she couldn't help but answer them. He would every once in awhile, reach down, stroke her hair, her back, and tell her how happy it made him that she was being so good, opening up to him the way she was. Deanna asked finally if she could ask some questions. He said she could ask three. Deanna wasn't sure what she should ask first. Well of course she thought, his name, she needed to know his name. "Sir, what is your name?" she asked. "Jeremy Walker" he replied. "May I ask where you are from Sir?" "Florida, nice warm sunny Florida." She had one more question. What would it be? She thought for a second. She looked around the room and spotted Mr. Patterson flitting with some woman, who looked to have just walked off the street corner, he really had no taste some times. She was sick of the relationship, she was sick of being with a married man, not having his full time, that is what she wanted to know. "Sir, are you married?" "No, my dear, I am completely single, and looking to find the right girl to bring back to Florida with me." He said with a slight smile and a look in his eyes that drove shivers down her spine. Deanna opened her eyes and looked at the clock, she needed to get out of bed, and she needed to get up and start getting the house ready for company tonight. But she was becoming more and more turned on at thinking back to when they met. Her hands where now roaming her body. She lay in bed; the sheets and comforter pushed aside, her legs were slightly spread. Her right hand was creasing her breasts and nipples, as her left hand was gently moving over her already moistened crotch. She closed her eyes again, and went back to that night. She had asked her three questions, and now sat there wondering what to say next. With his last comment, she wasn't sure how to respond. "Stand up." He said. She did. "I want you to sit here with me, on my lap. I want your boss, Mr. Patterson, to see that he should be paying more attention to you, and that with not doing so, he is going to lose you, to me." Deanna looked across the room, Mr. Patterson was all over the other woman, she looked back at Mr. Walker, and without hesitation sat down slowly on his lap, sitting sideways, placing her legs over his. "Mmmmm, what a good girl you are." He said in a tone of voice that balanced on almost being a moan. They sat there and talked some more about life and the things in life they both loved and hated. Deanna really enjoyed the conversation. As they were talking his hands started to move to her thighs, slightly pushing up the bottom of her dress. Deanna was wondering how far to let him go without saying something, but the closer his hands got to her cunt the hotter she got. Before she knew it, his hand had slide up under her dress and was on her skin. She was trying to carry on the conversation, but was having a hard time because of the rush she was feeling. She was just getting ready to tell him about the last job she had, when his hand ran across her pussy lips, gently grazing them. She gasped slightly. "Oh, do you like that?" he questioned her. "Yes." She managed to get out. He pushed his hand a little harder on her pussy, spreading open her lips a bit, finding her already swollen clit. "Why is your clit so hard and swollen?" he asked, "Why are you so wet?" "I don't know", Deanna said, her voice shaking. "I know why, because you are a little slut. You are allowing a man you just meet a few hours ago to sit here and rub your pussy. And that my dear is a huge turn on for you. That is how the mind of a little slut works, she wants any strange man she can have touching and fondling her. I bet you would even touch me, wouldn't you?" Deanna blushed. This man was calling her a slut. As he did this, his finger was sliding in and out of her cunt; she could hear how wet she was. He thumb was rubbing against her clit. Her breathing was getting heavier. All she knew about this man was his name, where he lived and that he wasn't married, and she was letting him finger fuck her right her in the middle of a party with her lover not even twenty feet away. Her heart was pounding, her mind racing, her breathing kept getting faster. "Answer me, slut! I asked you a question. If I told you to, or even if I just gave you the opportunity to, you would touch me, wouldn't you? "Yes." She whispered, embarrassed to admit it. "You are a slut aren't' you?" "Yes." she said in a voice that if anyone had heard could tell was filled with lust. "Mmmmmm, good girl that is what I wanted to hear, that wasn't so hard was it?" he said was a smile like she hadn't seem before. One that was sexy, devilish and comforting all at the same time. His fingers continued to probe her. Her hips were started to grind. She could feel that her nipples had grown hard. This man was doing amazing things to her, just with his fingers. Deanna gasped with excitement as she felt an orgasm building; she lay there in bed remembering how wonderful meeting him was. As she remembered back to that time, her fingers where fucking her pussy imaging they were his. She knew soon that she would cum, just as he had made her cum that night. He moved his hand away from her cunt, and she could feel her juices trickling down her thigh. He took his fingers and looked at them. "Look what you have done to my fingers; you have made them very wet and sticky. How am I going to walk around, shaking hands with your juices all over me? I think you better come up with a way to fix this young lady. " Deanna took his hand, and then slowly started to lick his fingers. She ran her tongue up and down each of his fingers that were covered with her juices. Then she proceeded to suck each one into her mouth, picturing in her head the whole time that is was his cock. She sucked the juices off, and then he pulled his fingers out of her mouth. "Now look what you have done to me!" he said in a stern voice while looking down toward his lap. A huge bulge had formed in his pants. "First you juice all over my fingers, and now you give me this rock hard cock. You are such a little slut. Touch it. You made it this way, feel what you have done to me." Deanna didn't even really have to think about it at this point, she reached down and felt the bulge in his pants. My god, he was so hard. She could picture in her head what it must look like. The thought was turning her on even more. She continued to rub the outside of his pants, watching his cock move around begging to be let out. She thought to herself, of all the things he had said in their conversation throughout the night. He was single, looking for a girl to take home, and there was an obvious attraction between them. From his tone and the way he talked to her and the fact he had already fingered her, she knew what she had to do. She wanted to show him what a slut she was, and how good she could be for him. Without a word, Deanna slowly unzipped his pants. As she did this she locked eyes with him. Once she had unzipped his pants, she slid her hand inside to find a very hard cock ready for her. She felt for the head which was now wet with precum, sticky and swollen. She moved her hand up and down on her cock as best as she could with it being still in his pants. "Are you a good little slut?" he questioned. She nodded, as she continued to rub his cock. "I don't think you are. I don't think you have what it takes to be the kind of little slut that I want and need." "Oh, I do, I do. I want to be your slut. Please, let me show you." Deanna said, but couldn't really believe she was saying those words as they came out of her mouth. "Show me. You have five minutes to show me what a good little slut puppy you are." Deanna took her hand off his cock and stood up, she than knelt down in front of him, so she was between his legs. She was keeping constant eye contact with him, never breaking away. If she had, she may have noticed that now, everyone in the room was looking over at them. Someone had noticed her sitting there, and the intensity of the conversation, and had told Mr. Patterson, and now that she was between Jeremy's legs, it had caught everyone's attention. As she knelt between his legs, Deanna took his massive dick out of his pants. Keeping eye contact with him, she wrapped her hand around it and started stroking it up and down. She then leaned down and started to lick his tightening balls, watching his face to see if he enjoyed it. She then licked up from his balls up to his shaft; his cock was jumping and throbbing, begging to be in her mouth. Deanna then took his head into her mouth, sucking off the precum that had dripped out, tasting how good it was. She began move her mouth down on his cock, taking down in her throat, moving her mouth up and down, her tongue lapping at the sides, swirling around the head. With their eyes still locked, Jeremy placed his hand on her head and shoved her head down onto his cock, so it completely disappeared into her mouth. She gagged. Her eyes began to water. The more she gagged and struggled, the harder he pushed her head down. Deanna could feel that her pussy was becoming soaked; she thought she was going to cum just from having his cock so far down in her throat. He grabbed her hair and started pulling her head forcefully up and down on his throbbing cock, harder and faster. "I'm going to cum you little slut, and you will swallow it." He barked in a demanding voice. All Deanna could do was nod a bit, her mouth was full of cock, speaking was out of the question. He fucked her face harder and harder, she could feel he cock tightening, she knew he was going to cum. "Swallow it slut!" he said as his cum exploded into her mouth, rushing down the back of her throat. Deanna gulped as the cum filled her mouth. She didn't want to let any drip out, she sucked it all down. She wanted to prove what a good slut she was. My god, what was happening to her? What was causing her to do this? As she sucked off the last bit of cum, he pulled her head away, and looked at her, and smiled. "You are a very good girl. Now, take a look around" he said with a playful laugh. For a few minutes Deanna had forgotten where she was. Then it hit her; she was in the middle of a party that she was attending with her boss, who was also her lover. She slowly took her eyes off Jeremy, and looked around; everyone in the room was looking at her. She could feel her face turning as red as the dress she was wearing. Jeremy put his cock back in his pants. "Look at me." "Do you see them all looking at you?" "Yes." Deanna said almost ready to cry now, realizing what she had just done. "They watched you the whole time, and you didn't even care. You didn't even remember anyone else was in the room. You just sucked my cock and swallowed all my cum, a man you just meet a few hours ago, do you know why?" "Yes, I know why." "Tell me, why?" "Because I am a slut." Deanna said enjoying the way it sounded. "Good girl. You have shown me that you could be everything I always wanted in a girl. Do you think you have what it takes to please me? Would you like to leave this place, come home with me, and be my little slut?" All Deanna could do was smile and shake her head yes. He patted her on the head. "Good, now go into the bathroom and clean up." Deanna got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned, everyone had gone back to his or her own business, like nothing had happened. She didn't know if she was to go say something to Mr. Patterson, or what she was to do. Jeremy was still sitting in the chair, he motioned her over. "Go be a good girl, and get your boss for me." Deanna went to fetch him without hesitation. What power did this man have, he said do something and she did. As she approached Jeremy, with Mr. Patterson walking behind her, Jeremy stood up. He took Mr. Patterson's hand and shook it. "I wanted to thank you for such a wonderful party. I have had a terrific time, much better than I anticipated." He said with a grin. Mr. Patterson didn't know what to say. He had just seen his mistress give this man she didn't even know a blow job in front of clients and potential clients. "Deanna will no longer be working at your office, nor will she be at your service in any way. She will be leaving me with in the morning to head to Florida, where she will be staying. I will be sending for her things, I do expect your full corporation. Deanna is also to receive two full weeks of pay, and vacation pay, have it sent to my address; it needs to be there within five business days. If I have any problems, your wife will be getting a call from me. Do we have an understanding?" "Yes, Mr. Walker, we do." Mr. Patterson said almost stuttering trying to get it out; he didn't really know what to say. Jeremy turned around, grabbed Deanna's hand. "Let's go, we will head back to the hotel and tomorrow you will go to your knew home." Deanna smiled. Life had just gotten good. She was about to cum; her body was quivering, her legs shaking. What a night that had been, only seven short months ago. And here she lay, in his bed; about to cum from the thought of that night she will never forget. Chapter Two They left the party and went back to his hotel. When they got to the room, he called the front desk to check to see if he had any messages, and then had them patch him over to room service. He didn't ask Deanna what she wanted, he just ordered. She didn't know what to do while he was on the phone; she was in the hotel room of the man she had just sucked off, the man she was leaving town with tomorrow, the man she knew she had always wanted. He hung up the phone after speaking with room service for a few minutes, and told Deanna to sit with him on the bed. "Are you scared? Here you are with a man you hardly know. You now have no job, you are moving, and your life is in my hands, how does that make you feel?" Deanna "No Sir, I would not say I am scared. I feel strangely safe with you. I am just nervous. Not sure what to expect next, not sure what is expected of me. I do not want to let you down." "Good girl. Do not worry. I will let you know what is expected of you, and what you need to do. Now, I ordered something for us to eat. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, so we can not have you too worn out. I want you to take my credit card and go down to the boutique in the hotel lobby and get yourself everything you will need to get you through until we get to Florida. I mean everything, if you forget something my dear; you will have to do without. This is your first little lesson on listening to me, and doing as I say. Understand?" "Yes, Sir, I do understand." With that Deanna went down to the boutique and started thinking of what she would need, everything from tooth brush, hairbrush, clothes for the trip, makeup, and anything else she could think of. Her mind was spinning; she was so worried she would forget something. She got everything she thought she would need and went back to the room. When she entered, Jeremy was lying naked on the bed, the food had been delivered, and he was sipping on a cup of coffee. "I spent..." "Did I ask you how much you spent, little one?" "No." "Then do not worry. I am taking care of you. If I ask, you tell me. I will see the charge. I will see the receipt. I can see we are going to have to go over something about what the ground rules are, but that can wait till out plane ride tomorrow, don't want to waste our time with that boring stuff now." "Come sit down and eat some dinner with me." Deanna sat down on the bed next to Jeremy. He picked up a strawberry and feed it to her. She liked seeing this gentle side to him, she could tell he had one, and knew he was going to take good care of her. "You are going to be my good little slut baby, aren't you?" he said as he looked into her eyes. She felt herself melting. All she could do was nod her head, she couldn't get any words out. She was feeling overwhelmed with sensations that she was not use to. "Now baby, I do not like you calling me Jeremy. You will not call me Mr. Walker; of course that would be ridiculous. I do like how you called me Sir without being prompted. That shows me you have respect for me. Let me ask you baby, what do you feel you should be calling me?" Deanna looked at him. His salt and pepper hair was like a magnet for her fingers, she ran her fingers through his hair. She looked at his gorgeous eyes, stunning. Her eyes then scanned over his body. He kept in really good shape. She thought to herself, that she had never asked his age. She did not care, age never matter to her, and older men had always turned her on, but she was a bit curious. Deanna being in her twenty's figured him to be in his fifties. She thought what a perfect age that was. She looked down and saw his cock. It was semi hard. She leaned down and licked the head and then slid her tongue down the shaft and took his balls in her mouth. She then looked up at him. Took her mouth off his balls and said "Daddy. I want to call you Daddy." "Yes, baby, yes, you do know what makes me happy. I will be your Daddy and take care of you." Deanna couldn't hold it back any longer; she was going to cum, she was going to explode at the thought of her Daddy and how wonderful he was and how good he was to her. She loved his cock and how wonderful it made her feel. Her fingers pumped into her cunt deeper and harder as all these thoughts raced through her head. Her orgasm was building. Her was body twitching, her breathing intensifying. She was going to cum everywhere. Her body tightened, she moaned loudly. "Oh Daddy, yes Daddy" she cried out as streams of cum flowed from her cunt. Deanna's body shuck and trembled as wave after wave of orgasm hit her. As the orgasm started to go, Deanna's breathing came back to normal and she looked at the clock. On, no she thought. I have got to get up. The house needs to be cleaned and I must get in the shower and get dressed. I don't want to get Daddy mad; I don't need a punishment today. She stopped and smiled thinking of today. Daddy had told her yesterday that this evening he was having clients over and she would be helping entertain, but this evening would be different than others. It would be like nothing she had experienced before. She shook the thoughts of tonight out of her head and jumped out of bed, hurrying to get things done. Deanna couldn't believe how quickly time was passing by, Daddy would be home any time now, and she had so much to do. She shouldn't have spent all that time in bed masturbating, but she just couldn't help it. Any time she thinks about him, she gets so turned on; it is just natural for her to want to cum. She scurried around the house dusting and vacuuming, making sure everything was presentable for this evening. She already had the phone calls placed that needed to be taken care of, the caterer, the bartender and the limousine service to pick up Daddy's clients. Daddy always made sure he treated his potential clients to the best. He would at times go over board Deanna thought, but she knew he knew what he was doing and that is why he was so successful. Deanna was about to head back upstairs to get her nails done, when she heard the door open. "Baby, come here." Daddy called. She ran over to him and placed her arms around his neck hugging him and giving him a kiss. "Did you get everything done like I asked?" "Yes, Sir, everything is taking care of, I am sure you clients will be very happy this evening." She said to him with a smile. "Oh baby girl, you have no idea how happy they will be, or how happy you will be. You are in for a night you will not forget. Now go be a sweetheart and get Daddy something to drink, that sun out there is so hot, I am very thirsty. Bring it out back, I want to sit outside and get some sun. ", He said, then kissed her forehead, swatted her ass, and walked outside. Deanna went into the kitchen and poured a large glass of cold ice tea and took it outside. When she got out there, she stopped and smiled at the sight she saw. There lies Daddy, naked in his chair, just soaking up the sun, his cock already rock hard, begging for attention. She didn't say anything; she just placed the glass of tea on the table next to him, and then knelt down beside his chair and proceeded to take his cock in her hand. Wrapping her little fingers tightly around it, she moved her hand up and down, watching precum drip out the head. She couldn't resist; she bent down and licked the juices off Daddy's swollen head. "Mmmm.... What a good girl. Daddy needed this; I had a long morning, sitting around talking business with a bunch of stiffs. It is so good to have you to come home to. Make me cum. Make your Daddies cock erupt." Without a word Deanna took his cock deep into her mouth. She had been thinking about Daddy's cock all morning ever since she had pleasured. She sucked it as deep down as it would go, down to the base, his balls at her chin. She could hear Daddy moaning; she loved all the sounds he made. It made her wet to know that she was making him feel so good. She moved her mouth down to his balls, she just could not get enough of Daddy's balls, they were perfect. She licked and sucked them like candy. Her tongue moved down even further, as she could feel his legs spreading. Her wet tongue slid down to his asshole, licking and teasing it, tasting Daddy, making him moan even louder. "Yes, baby, lick my ass, come on baby make me cum" She could hear the excitement raising in his voice; she lick his hole fast enough, as her hand stroked his cock, faster and harder, it throbbing in her hand, getting sticky and wet from his man juices. She licked back up to his balls, then up to his cock and she rammed it down into her throat, taking Daddy all the way down, he started thrusting his hips into her face, his cock pounding into her mouth, drool slipping out the corners of her mouth. Daddy yanked her head up and took his cock in his hand. She knew what was about to happen. Daddy started forcefully stroking his cock. "You want my cum slut?" "You want me all over your face? You just can't get enough can you, you little bitch." Deanna just sat there, almost in a trance just watching his hand move up and down on his cock, it was such a beautiful thing to watch. She could see his balls tightening more and more, his breathing becoming more rapid. She knew he was about to come. "Open up slut, stick out that tongue." Deanna opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, just waiting for her treat. Just then Daddy started grunting and moaning in an animalistic way and his cum started shooting out of his cock. It splattered all over her tongue and face. It was warm, wet, and so sticky. Daddy just kept cumming, and cumming. Deanna was about to cum herself just from the excitement of him squirting on her face. He shook his cock so that every drop of cum was on her face. She just sat there enjoying the feeling of having his cum all over her. "You are beautiful baby. You never look more beautiful than when you are covered in my cum. You just sit there for a few minutes and let me enjoy how good you look." Deanna, still half in a trance that some how she always seemed to get into when she was with him, didn't say a word, she just smiled and sat there, feeling beautiful and proud to be covered in her Daddy's sweet cum. About five minutes later he sent her way to go clean up. Deanna went upstairs and washed her face and reached down and felt the wetness between her legs. No one could make her wetter; she loved the way it felt. She looked out the window and saw he was laid back in his chair talking on the phone, she figured he would be awhile, so she decided she would cum quickly before he was off the phone. Deanna moved out of the bathroom into the bedroom and opened the cabinet that held all the different sex toys that Daddy had bought her. She looked in and saw a variety of dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps, canes, restraints and even some whips. She reached in and pulled out one of her favorites, it was a double-ended dildo that was flexible. If she was in the mood she could have it in her ass and cunt at the same time. She looked out the window again, and Daddy was still on the phone, must be a business call. She stripped down, and climbed on the bed. She was soaking wet; she always got that way after sucking him off. She ran her hands over her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples, which were already rock hard. She took the dildo and sucked on both ends getting it nice and wet, taking it deep in her mouth, thinking of Daddy's cock the whole time. Once the toy was wet, she moved it down between her legs; her cunt was throbbing for attention. Her clit was already hard and swollen, her lips full and pouty. She moved one end of the dildo around on her cunt, rubbing it against her clit; it caused her to moan out in a deep sultry sound. She couldn't resist any longer, she pushed the dildo into her cunt, feeling it stretch her open, filling her up. She rocked her hips forward, taking it in as far as she could. Her eyes were closed, she was fucking a rubber cock, and she did not hear Daddy come to the room, and stop at the doorway. She continued to fuck her cunt harder and faster, but she wanted more. Deanna got up on all fours, and bent the dildo so the other end was rubbing against her asshole. She grinded up against, she didn't have any lube around, but she was so wet, she knew she wouldn't need it. She slowly started to take the head of the dildo into her ass, while continuing to fuck her cunt. It slowly pushed open her hole, spreading her open, she gasped, she was about to cum, it felt so good. She pushed it in deeper and harder. There was just a small area for her to hold on to on the toy. It was buried in her cunt and ass. She was so into what she was doing, she didn't see Daddy standing there rock hard, stroking his cock, watching his little slut fuck herself. Then out of no where, Daddy spoke. "So, I guess someone decided they needed an ass fucking, huh?" Deanna jerked her head up, and stopped pumping the toy in and out of her. She started to speak. "Shut up slut! I know how wet you get from sucking my cock, I know what a little cock slut you are. And then to have cum all over your face, was probably almost too much for you to handle, because you are a little cum slut too, aren't you?" "Yes, Daddy", Deanna said in short breathes she could hardly get out because she was about to come. "Yes, Daddy, I am a little cock slut, and cum slut. I love cock and I love cum. I love your cock Daddy, and I love your cum. I love having it all over me, I couldn't help it Daddy, it made me so wet." "Take your toy out." Daddy demanded. Deanna did as she was told. She removed the toy, and placed it next to the bed, she went to sit down. "Where do you think you are going? Get back on all fours. You want your ass fucked, you little cock slut, then I am going to fuck your ass. And you just remember later tonight how much you love to masturbate, because when I tell you to, you will masturbate, no matter whom is in the room, understand slut?" "Yes, Daddy" He climbed up on the bed behind her, he ran his hand down her back, onto her ass. He let it slide down to her cunt feeling she was soaked. "You are such a little slut, look how wet you are!" "Grab your toy, the one you just fucked your ass with." Deanna reached down and grabbed it. "Now suck it! Suck it like it is my cock. Take it as deep as you can. You had better get your mouth nice and lose for tonight." And that was all he said before he rammed his cock hard into her ass. He reached up and grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her head back, twisting her head to the side, so he could see how she was doing sucking on that rubber toy. "Come on baby girl, suck it, and imagine it is filled with cum for you. Suck it hard, deep and faster. Make your Daddy proud." Deanna was taking the dildo so deep in her mouth she was gagging, which made Daddy only pound her ass harder. Every once in a while, he would reach down and smack her ass, which would cause her to squeal. "You like your ass fucked don't you bitch?" She didn't answer. "Answer me!" "Yes, Daddy, I love my ass fucked" That just caused him to fuck her even harder, and faster. She was cumming every where, the sheets underneath her were soaked. Her cum was running down Daddy's balls, down his thighs. Deanna continued to suck on the dildo. She loved cock, any cock she could get her hands or mouth on. Daddy knew that, he knew that from the moment he met her. "I'm going to cum slut, get ready. I am going to fill your ass with my hot load." Daddy said as his words were drowned out with moans. His body thrust into hers even harder and his cum forcefully filled her ass. He held her hips tightly, keeping her close to him. When he was done cumming he told her to roll over. She did. He moved up by her face. "Now look what you have done slut. Look at my cock, clean it. I can not walk around with my cock all dirty from being in your ass, lick it clean." Without hesitation Deanna sucked his cock into her mouth licking it clean, licking away any remembrance of her ass and his cum. "Now, go clean yourself up. Get that cum out of your ass. I can not have you walking around her with company, and cum dripping out of you. Get your fingers down there, scoop it out, and eat it. You know the rules, my cum will not be wasted. It either is in your mouth, or in your cunt." Deanna moved two fingers down to her ass; her ass was so wet. Daddy had filled her good. Her fingers slipped right in. She moved her fingers around inside and cleaned out Daddy's cum, and brought her cummed filled fingers up to her mouth and sucked them clean. "Good girl. You are such a good little girl. Daddy loves you. No one could make me happier. Now, you need to get some rest. You are going to have a very long night. I can not have you being tired. You take a nap, and I will wake you in time to get ready." "Thank you Daddy. Thank you for being so good to me. Thank you for all your cum." "Sweet dreams, sweet slut" Chapter 3 Deanna woke with a warm hand caressing her back. She opened her eyes and saw the man of her dreams sitting next to her, smiling down at her. "Time is rise and shine sweetie, you need to start getting ready." "How long do I have Daddy?" "Two hours. I want you to go take a bath; I have placed next to the tub the bath salts I want you to use. Make sure you shave real nice baby. Once you are out of the tub, let me know so I can come inspect to make sure everything looks ok before you start getting dressed." With those words, he bent down and his lips met hers. His tongue pried opened her mouth, their tongues intertwined, in a deep long kiss. He then stood and left the room. Deanna got up and headed toward the bathroom. There as Daddy had said were bath salts by the tub, a new razor, shaving cream, body gel, shampoo and everything she would need. He always would pick certain scents for different evenings. It was always a nice surprise to see what she would find. Deanna ran her bath, and set forth on getting ready. She didn't want to run out of time, she never wanted to keep Daddy wanting. She sat down in the warm water and started lathering her body, making sure not to miss a spot. She washed and shaved, being very careful not to nick herself or to miss any hairs. Once she was completely done, she turned on the shower so she could wash her hair and make sure all the soap and hairs where rinsed away. Deanna got out of the shower, and wrapped her hair up in a towel, and dried off. She walked into the bedroom, and then called for Daddy to let him know she was ready for inspection. "Lie down on the bed baby, and spread your legs." Deanna did as she was told, knowing she was going to have a full inspection, as was the normal procedure for when they were entertaining. He started with her underarms, feeling to make sure they were smooth, he then caressed all the way down her body. She shaved every part of her body, including her arms, there were no hairs on her body, and her skin was silky smooth and soft. Daddy reached her cunt and spread open her lips; he bent down closely to her and ran a finger between her lips. "Very good my dear, you did a wonderful job. Not a cut, nor a hair. " He then pushed her legs back to make sure there were no hairs anywhere around her little tight asshole or anywhere else on her body. When he was pleased with what he saw, he smiled and moved his mouth down to her clit and gave a few quick licks. Deanna just about came from the touch of his tongue. "Calm down little one, you will have plenty of time for that later." "Now, in the closet you will find a box. Inside the box is what you will be wearing for the start of this evening. Everything you need is in there. Get dressed, fix your hair and makeup, and I will be back up to see how you are doing." And with that, once again he was gone. Deanna got up and went to the closet and pulled out the box that lay on floor. Inside she found a pair of very sexy sleek black stilettos. Also in the box was a pair of black garters, black lacy bra, and a beautiful dress. Daddy always had such good taste; he never disappointed her when it came to the clothes he picked out. Deanna got dressed, fixed her hair and makeup and was ready for the evening. She once again called Daddy up to the room to let him know she was ready. He came and just stood there and stared at her. "Turn around slowly." "That's good baby, you look wonderful, I know you will make my clients very happy tonight." Deanna "They will be here in a few minutes; you finish with you touch ups, or anything else. I will call you when I am ready for you to come down to be introduced." He gave her a kiss on the forehead, and started to leave, when he turned around. "Remember baby, you are my slut. No matter what I tell you to do, you will do it, without hesitation. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, Daddy of course, anything for you." Deanna replied. He walked out, closing the door behind him. Deanna got a cold chill. She had no idea what was planned for the evening, but she had a feeling it would be intense. She was starting to get that wonderful nervous excitement in her stomach. She was wondering who was coming over, and what was going to be expected of her. Time seem to be standing still. Chapter 4 Deanna was in the bedroom when she heard the doorbell ring. They are here she thought to herself. Now, she just had to wait. She could hear voices. She knew Daddy's voice, and it sounded like there were two other voices, very deep voices, and ones that she did not recognize. She sat on the edge of the bed, just waiting to be called down. A few minutes later, Daddy came to the door. "Are you ready honey?" "Yes, Daddy." "Good girl." He took her hand and led her down the stairs to the den. Soft music was playing through the speakers that ran throughout the house. She could hear the caterers finishing up in the kitchen. When she walked into the den she saw two men sitting on the sofa. They were talking to each other, having a glass of wine. When she entered the room, they grew silent. Their eyes fell upon her. She griped Daddy's hand a bit tighter, hoping that the men did not notice. Now she knew what Daddy had been talking about today, something new, and something she had never experienced. The men who sat on the sofa, where both black. It was something that Daddy told her one day would happen. She had been told that she would have black cock, but she did not know when, and she didn't know until this point how she felt about it. She knew now because she could already feel her pussy growing wet. She was lead into the den and introduced to the two men. "Baby, this is Mr. Timothy Edwards and Mr. Stan Goodman, they are both potential clients, so I expect you to treat them the best way you know how to tonight. " "Very nice to meet both of you." Deanna said as she put out her hand to both of them. Each took her hand, and kissed it lightly, shivers ran up and down her spine. She knew it was going to be a good evening. "Baby, go see if the caterers are about ready to leave, make sure they have not forgotten anything, and once they are gone, we will all sit down and eat dinner." Deanna was off into the kitchen, and sent the caters on their way. They had set the table in the dinning room, and all the food was ready. When the four of them went into the dinning room the two gentlemen, both pulled out Deanna's chair. "Thank you very much." She said, knowing that if she were not polite that Daddy would punish her severally. They all sat down and ate, and made small talk. The men mostly talked of business. Deanna could feel the eyes of the two men on her most of dinner, and Daddy's too. Once everyone was done eating, Daddy suggested they go into the den for wine. When they got into the den Daddy sat in his normal chair and Mr. Edwards and Mr. Goodman sat back on the sofa. Deanna went to stand next to Daddy. "No, dear, you go sit on the sofa. Let the men get a closer look at you. " Deanna went to the sofa and sat between both men. As she sat down each one put a hand on one of her thighs, she could feel the wetness growing between her legs. "I would like to see what she looks like without the dress on Mr. Walker, I would like to see what she has on underneath. ", said Mr. Edwards. With just a look from Daddy Deanna knew it was time to make him proud. She stood up and faced the two men on the sofa. She slowly and seductively removed her dress, to reveal the black garter and bra. "Look at that little slut; she doesn't even have on panties." Mr. Goodman commented to Mr. Edwards. "Yes, and notice how wet she is already just standing in front of two black men, Mr. Walker was right, tonight is going to be a lot of fun." Deanna could hear Daddy moving around behind here. She turned to see Daddy moving a chair to the center of the room. "Sit Deanna." As she sat, she was handed a dildo. She looked up at Daddy with a questioning look in her eyes. "Since you love to masturbate so much baby, I thought you would like to go ahead and do so now for our new friends. Men, you do not mind if my little slut fucks herself to do?" Daddy said with a grin on his face. They both shook their head no. Deanna looked over at both men, to see them talking between themselves, and could see that Mr. Goodman was already rubbing himself through his pants. Seeing this really excited Deanna, as she thought about what could possibly be inside his pants. Deanna spread her legs over both sides of the chair. She started moving her hands down to her thighs, when her hand reached her pussy, she couldn't believe how soaked she already was. Deanna started to slowly and gently rub her clit; quiet soft moans escaped her mouth. She kept making eye contact with both men, looking to see how they were reacting. Deanna moved her fingers down to her hole. She ran a finger up her slit; she was more than ready for her toy. She wanted to turn these men on as much as possible, so she took the dildo into her mouth and proceeded to suck on it, taking in as much of it as she could. When the dildo was wet, she slid it down to her cunt, and started to insert the head into her wet hole. It slid in very easily, as her pussy was begging for attention. She started to move it and out, fucking herself. Her eyes kept closing, just from the intensity of how good it felt. She forced her eyes open, and found that both men where taking out their cocks. She couldn't help but watch. Deanna had never seen a black cock in the flesh; sure she had seen them in movies, but in real life, in front of her face, no that was something she had not experienced. She looked over her shoulder to see Daddy sitting there smiling at her. He mouthed the words "Good girl" to her and she smiled back. When she looked back over at the men, she let a small gasp escape from with in. All the men started laughing. She hadn't meant to gasp, but when she saw their cocks, standing fully erect, she couldn't help it. They were so big and thick. She had never seen anything like it. "I think she likes what she sees men." Daddy said to them. "I bet she does. Most little white girls do." Mr. Goodman commented. Deanna couldn't help but to blush. She didn't think that black cock would ever turn her on, but Daddy knows her, he seems to know her better than she does herself. And he knew she would love it. Deanna started to push her toy inside herself deeper and harder, wanting to show the men how good she could fuck herself. As she did the men started to stroke their cocks. She could not take her eyes off them. Her eyes would jump from one cock to the next, watching as their hands moved up and down on their shafts. They looked extremely hard and were getting so wet on the head. One of her favorite things to see. All she wanted to do was to go over and lick them dry. But she knew better than to just get up and move over there, she continued to fuck herself, getting closer and closer to orgasm. "Come on you little slut, fuck yourself for us. So us how nasty you are, and prove to us you want to taste us and please us." Mr. Edwards said in a deep demanding voice. At that Deanna, fucked herself as hard as she could, juices where dripping out of her cunt, she was so close to cumming. "Let's see if the little white slut likes this" Mr. Edwards said with a smirk as he reached over and grabbed hold of Mr. Goodman's cock and started stroking it. Mr. Goodman laid his head back on the sofa, and enjoyed the feeling of having his cock jerked. Deanna couldn't stand it. She loved seeing men stroke each other's cock. She knew Daddy must have told them that. She was going to cum. Deanna's legs started shaking, her breathing was getting out of control, her whole body shaking. "Cum for us you little slut! Let us see how wet you can really get. Come on, watch us, and don't take your eyes off our hard cocks. You know they are hard for your tight little cunt and ass. Fuck yourself baby. "Mr. Edwards said to her. She couldn't stand it any longer. A huge orgasm flooded her body. She started moaning and grinding her hips harder on the toy. Never taking her eyes off the men on the sofa, Mr. Edwards still stroking Mr. Goodman's rock hard cock. "Oh God, I'm going to cum! "Deanna exclaimed. "Come for them baby, be my good little slut whore and cum for them." She could hear Daddy saying. That is all it took, hearing Daddy's voice, she explode, and her orgasm erupted and soaked the chair. It took her a few minutes to gain her senses back. When she did she saw that the men where stroking their own cocks again, and Daddy had now taking his cock out and was stroking it. "Come over here." Mr. Goodman said beckoning her over. Deanna got up, her legs still weak from her orgasm and stood in front of the men. "Get down on your knees in front of us." "Watch out cocks, look how big and hard they are." "Do you like the way our cocks looks you little slut?" Mr. Edwards said questioning her. "Yes, Sir." "Oh, you such a little cock whore. You just wait because soon you will have these dicks in you, and you will love them even more", he said with a grin. Without a word Deanna moved her mouth down over Mr. Edward's cock, she couldn't control herself anymore; she had to have it. "Oh yes! Look you can't even resist. Suck it bitch. Suck my black cock into your little wet white mouth. Mmmmmm that looks so good." Deanna sucked on his head and licked up and down his shaft, it was so thick and big, she was thinking how she would fit it all in. She looked out the corner of her eyes and saw Mr. Goodman still stroking his cock, she reached over and placed her hand on his cock and started moving it up and down. She tried wrapping her fist around his cock. Her little hand had a hard time wrapping around it, it was so thick. That made her suck even harder and faster on Mr. Edward's cock. "Look at that Mr. Walker, you surely do have yourself a cock hungry slut here. Look how excited she gets having a big black cock in her hand." Deanna was getting so excited she could hardly hear what the men where saying. All she could think about was the cock pounding away at her mouth and the other cock in her hand. Mr. Edwards pulled his cock out of her mouth and started stroking it. Deanna moved over to Mr. Goodman. It didn't take any thought of what to do; she wanted his cock in her mouth. She sucked it in her mouth as deep as she could. It was hitting the back of her throat, but there was still so much that wasn't in her mouth. Mr. Goodman had been pretty quite the whole evening, but suddenly a new side of him came out once her mouth was on his cock. He grabbed her head and pushed it down, causing Deanna to gag. "Suck it bitch. Come on, take it all in. I know that you slide many dick and dildos down your throat. Don't disappoint me." Deanna was doing the best she could. He pushed her head down more and more, his hips thrusting up to her face. She was drooling all over his cock, her eyes watering from being gagged so much, but she loved it. She loved having this huge dick shoved down her throat, raping her face. Mr. Edwards reached down to her cunt, and ran his hand through her slit. "Mmmmmm.... Look how wet the little cunt is. She is really enjoying sucking you off; it has gotten her wet and slippery." He proceeded to shove a finger into her pussy. She instantly grinded down on it. She didn't stop sucking on Mr. Goodman's cock. She wanted his cum. She licked down to his balls. She couldn't believe how good they tasted. She wanted him back in her mouth. She took it back in, this time taking in more than before. "That's right bitch, suck it good." Mr. Edwards stood up and came up behind Deanna. He was running his hands all over her body. "You feel really nice baby. White girls have such nice smooth soft skin. You take really good care of yourself don't you? I think we should see how dirty and messy we can make you." Mr. Goodman pulled his cock from Deanna's mouth. Then Mr. Edwards lifted her, so she was standing. Both men started just touching her everywhere. They started pulling off her garter and bra. "These will just be in the way." Mr. Goodman barked. She was standing in the den, naked, two strange black men touching all over her body. Daddy was sitting in his chair still stroking his cock. Her head was spinning. She knew he loved seeing his slut being used. "Sit down on the sofa." Mr. Goodman told her. She sat down, and before she knew it Mr. Goodman was between her legs with his tongue on her clit. His tongue felt so good. He wasn't being easy about it at all. She could tell that they were not going to be gentle with her in any way. As he licked her snatch, Mr. Edwards came over and took both her breasts in his big black hands. He was cupping her breasts and squeezing them. His hands were huge and just about cupped her whole breast in each hand. Deanna let out a moan. "Oh, look at that, the cum dumpster likes her white breasts being hurt. What a slut she is. "He said grinning. He started rubbing her nipples. Pinching them and rolling them between his fingers. Her nipples were hard and erect. Her cunt was being eaten by Mr. Goodman; she was about to cum all over his face. His tongue was slipping in and out of her hole, probing her. Deanna started to shake. Mr. Goodman looked up at her. "Yes, baby cum for me. Cum all over my face. Let me taste all your juices." Deanna came, it didn't take much, considering how excited and turned on she was. She soaked his face. She could hear and feel him lapping up all of her cum. Her whole body quivered. When she finished cumming Mr. Goodman stood up and moved up to her face. "Now look what you have done, my face is all wet and sticky, don't you think you should do something about it? Deanna stuck out her tongue and started to lick his face. His hand reached into her hair and pulled her head to hers and he shoved his tongue in her mouth violently. She couldn't catch her breath. He took her by the hair and pulled her to a standing position, turned her around, placing a hand on her back and pushed her down, so her ass was up in the air. "Look at that white ass. Looks like she needs a fucking. That ass needs to be tore up. I am going to stretch you open you fucking cunt, you aren't' going to be able to sit comfortably for days. " Mr. Edwards moved in front of her, his cock was right in front of her face. The head of his cock was brushing against her lips. She opened her mouth and took him in. Mr. Goodman slid his cock into her cunt. She almost screamed, but with the cock that was fucking her face , her sounds were muffled. Mr. Goodman grabbed her hips and rammed his cock deep inside. She thought she was going to rip open. He was so much bigger than anything else she had ever experienced. As he moved her up and down on his cock, Mr. Edwards pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. Her mouth was so full. His balls were slapping against her face. "Come on slut, suck my cock. Don't slow down just because you have a cock in your cunt! Suck me like your life depends on it." Deanna sucked harder and took in his cock to the back of her throat, she thought she was going to pass out from the lack of air and the excitement. Mr. Goodman continued to pound her cunt for a few seconds. But then without warning, he removed his cock and without trying to loosing up her asshole with his fingers or anything, he shoved the head of his cock into her tight little hole. Deanna cried out. "Daddy!" "Daddy!" "Your Daddy can't help you now you filthy little pig. You know you want this. You have wanted a big hard black cock in your ass for a long time, you just wouldn't admit it. So take it, and shut up. Your Daddy will not rescue you, why would he ruin his fun. He loves watching you scream out in pain and ecstasy." Mr. Goodman said in harsh voice. Deanna felt herself slipping into the trance like state she gets into. All she could do was suck on the cock in her mouth hard and faster, and to hopefully get use to the feeling of the cock spreading open her ass open. Just when she thought she was able to handle it, both men pulled out of her. Mr. Goodman sat on the sofa. "Suck my cock clean you slut." Deanna started cleaning his cock with her tongue, almost relieved at the break her ass was feeling, when Mr. Edwards slammed his cock twice as hard as Mr. Goodman had inside of her. Tears formed in her eyes. They were tears of pain, tears of ecstasy, and tears of happiness. Mr. Goodman shoved her head down on her cock. "You will learn to take it all bitch. I didn't come here to only get part of my cock sucked on." As her mouth was forced down on his cock, Mr. Edwards stretched her ass hole even more. His cock must have been bigger than Mr. Goodman's. She couldn't believe how bad it burned, but how good it felt at the same time. She thought for sure that she would hurt forever. Thoughts turned to Daddy. What was Daddy doing, was he enjoying watching this? She wanted to be close to him so badly. The two men continued to fuck her face and ass. They took turns, each going from her mouth to her ass and back again. They hardly touched her cunt, which made her even hotter. She was amazed at how long they lasted without cumming. When she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she was shoved down onto her knees, both men stood in front of her. They had their cocks in their hands. "Tilt your head back, open your mouth, and stick out that tongue of yours."Mr. Goodman instructed. Deanna did as she told. She knew what was getting ready to happen. Without much warning, except for a few moans from the men, all Deanna could feel was warm waves of cum hitting her face and mouth. They seemed to cum forever, she had never felt so much cum all over her face. She sat there for a second just enjoying the feeling of the hot cum on her flesh. "Thank you. Thank you for your cum." "What a good cum slut you are. You are more than welcome." Deanna sat there, until Daddy walked over. "Good girl. You did well. Go clean up yourself and come back here, be back in five minutes." Deanna got up and went and cleaned up her face and wiped her ass and cunt, as they were soaked. When she walked back in the den she saw Daddy now ready to have her. She could tell by the look in his eyes. She walked over to him. "Your cunt is mine bitch. Get on all fours!" Deanna moved to the floor and got on all fours; Daddy climbed behind her, and rammed his cock into her cunt. "Look how wet you are. I knew you wanted black cock, and I knew it would make you hot. You are nothing but a dirty little slut bitch, who wants nothing more in life but to be fucked and used." Daddy said to her as his cock pounded in and out of her cunt. It didn't' take Deanna long to cum again, and soon Daddy was cumming too, deep inside of her. When he was done, he told Deanna to go and get their guests something to drink and eat. She moved quickly to do so. When she came back, she kissed both men and thanked them. They said not to worry, this was just the beginning, they were easy on her this time, that she may not want to thank them just yet. Deanna and Summer Find Each Other Deanna and Summer had both attended high school together, and their friendship had its "roller-coaster" aspect. They were a true contrast, these girls. Deanna had long, wavy brown hair and blue eyes. She had an elegance to her that Summer didn't quite possess. Summer was a classic blonde, who shared her eye color with Deanna, but little else in appearance. She had a bit of a tan, unlike her best friend. She was not quite as intellectual as her friend, either, though not the typical blonde bimbo that some would assume. She had a brain and ambition to be something: she wanted to be a reporter for the local TV news. Deanna, meanwhile, pursued a career in the theater, hoping to become a serious actress. She actually had talent as well as beauty, after all. In the meantime, she worked as a drama teacher at the same high school that she once attended. She was an extremely popular teacher, especially since her general nature was friendly and vivacious, despite her blue-blooded looks. Surprisingly, Summer had already succeeded at her goal, to a lesser extent. She worked for the local affiliate's consumer protection program, which gave her some exposure to the public. She didn't find it quite as interesting as some of the other local news, but it was a degree of celebrity that many doubted that she would get when she had told them her plans. She felt some vindication. Naturally, both living in the same area, they had not lost contact with each other. They spent plenty of time together, even though they now had plenty of other friends. Summer was a bit freer on the surface, sexually speaking. She dated a succession of men, usually dumping them when they failed to live up to her idea of what a man should be. She wasn't going to settle down quickly or settle at all, in fact. She also believed in sampling the meat before purchasing it. She was in no rush to wed or have children. In the meantime, she could have fun. She didn't cheat on most of her boyfriends, but she had occasionally found a new man before dropping the old one. At this point in her life, however, she had goofed up and cheated on her beau, which cost her a man that she at least admired, if not loved. Deanna was a good friend, but she didn't mince words. She made sure that Summer understood that she had to take some responsibility for the breakup and infidelity. Brent wouldn't have broken it off so soon, after all, if Summer hadn't screwed his buddy Troy. She also pointed out that it would have ended, eventually, however. As for Deanna herself, her seemingly quiet sex life was actually more active, at least since college and her involvement in the socially liberal acting community. She was bisexual, and she had even experienced a little fling with another woman, one that she hadn't bothered to tell Summer for reasons of simple awkwardness (that had been early enough in her acting career that she was still shy about her interest in girls). Since then, she had become more confident, but she found it useful to let Summer think herself the wild one. It was too important to her friend's identity to disabuse her by informing her of her own emancipation from social mores. At the moment, Deanna was secretly exploring the idea of moving away from monogamy toward an open relationship or group dynamic. She wasn't sure which one that she would choose, but it was increasingly obvious that exclusive relationships worked poorly for her. She always ended up with either jealous boyfriends who didn't understand that she was just looking at other men, not touching them, or cheating boyfriends who couldn't be inconvenienced by making the same sacrifice that she had made for them. They didn't seem to grasp that she would never accept or impose a double standard, not to mention that she was every bit as frustrated with monogamy as they were. She would not put herself through that situation again. As if that wasn't bad enough, her family kept pushing her to return to the Presbyterian church that she used to attend when she was a child. Telling them of the full details of her interest in "alternative lifestyles" seemed rather imprudent to her, so that created some more distance between her and the rest of the Falkirk family. The pressure to marry was very strong as well. In her own way, Deanna was as much against "settling down" as Summer. Despite her own anxiety about telling Summer the truth, it came out finally when they had their usual Sunday lunch together. The two of them had been doing this ever since Deanna stopped attending church. Since she was now 30 and Summer was 29, that had been a long time now. However, this particular weekend, Deanna and Summer had both drunk enough Tom Collins and gotten sufficiently annoyed with their families to open up somewhat. "Dee, honey, sometimes I think that we are so close that we should be lovers! Then again, I like men a lot and don't think that I could be faithful to you. I'm not even sure that I'm bi, for that matter. I know that I'm not a lesbian," Summer observed, after they had both mocked some of the guys that they dated in the recent past. "Well, as a matter of fact, that thought has occurred to me now and then. I am sure that I am bisexual. I like both men and women. In fact, I have even enjoyed a little tryst with a woman once. She was a colleague in the theater. We didn't last because she was a lesbian and wanted me to give up men for her. I couldn't do that, naturally. Cock is too important to me. I have to admit that I find you attractive. You're also my best friend, which I don't want to endanger by cheating on you. Would you be interested in trying an open relationship? We could make an effort at that, at least until or unless we find a man for a long-term arrangement," Deanna stunned her girlfriend by proposing such a deal. "You mean a deal where we could each fuck around with the other's blessing? I can't believe that you thought of that, since I am supposed to be the wilder of us. Then again, I guess that you are more liberal than I thought. It must be due to your acting friends in the theater. I have just done the typical thing of trying to be faithful to a man, failing sometimes, and dropping him whenever he doesn't turn out to be what I want. I suppose that if I could screw around and not risk a relationship with you, I'd be happy to go for it. "We're better matched than I have been with these men whom I've dated. I have the feeling that is mutual. You're also the most gorgeous woman I've ever known. I don't know if we can be a lasting couple, but I wouldn't be opposed to having sex with you as an experiment. You are a truly wonderful and honest person, much more than most people that I've met, of either sex. I could safely experiment with you and not worry about you using it against me, I think. "However, I wonder what you mean by 'long-term arrangement'. Do you mean, if we don't work out?" Summer reacted to this offer with mixed feelings. "Actually, that is one possibility, but I am also thinking about a 3-way marriage. I am not sure what you would think of sharing a man, probably in an otherwise exclusive deal, but it's a thought. The open relationship would continue until or unless we found a man that we wished to do that with, if that sounds okay with you," Deanna explained. "That would have its advantages too, I guess. No need for condoms, for instance, which I hate anyway. That's probably why I haven't thought of the open relationship before myself. I feared exploring something that would involve condoms. Do you think that we could just arrange tests for any prospective sex partners, so that they do not have to wear condoms? Besides, that would allow for occasional female partners, with whom condoms would not work anyway. That could work until or unless we find a man to share. I have to admit that the group idea appeals more to me for that and another reason. The other reason is that I like the implied intimacy of two girlfriends sharing the same boyfriend or husband. I could definitely go for that," the blonde added. "That sounds like an excellent amendment, baby. So much for the theory that blondes are stupid. By the way, you're a ravishing beauty yourself. The 'no condom' policy would be great for having children as well. If we're going to be lovers, we'll need a sperm donor, and doing it the natural way makes more sense than using in vitro. I'm assuming that you still want to be a mom, just like I do," the brunette agreed. "Of course I do, dear! So, since we're going to be lovers, don't you think that we should celebrate this by having our first threesome? It would make one of my first Sapphic encounters more comfortable, after all. It would be a novelty for both of us. Do you want to kiss or start doing something else? Should we hold hands? I've never been in a same-sex relationship before, and I guess that I'm in one now, since I have basically agreed to be. This is something scary for me, I have to admit. I just have a lot of questions. I hope that doesn't annoy you," Summer stammered. "Maybe we can start with a light kiss on the lips and another drink. This time, let me buy for both of us. Before you protest that you make more money than I do, let me assure you that I will let you pay the next time. I just want to buy a drink for my new girlfriend," Deanna suggested. "Alright, another Tom Collins. Let's go ahead and kiss now. I want to experience my first lesbian kiss while I have enough nerve and alcohol to do it without shaking," the reporter responded. Deanna stopped talking about a kiss and gave Summer an awkward one on the mouth. The reality of taking their lifelong, platonic relationship in a romantic and sexual direction was a bit more nerve-wracking than exploring her bisexuality with a lesbian colleague at the theater. For one thing, the colleague had been the sexual aggressor. For another, there was less to lose. A best friend was far different from a colleague. Despite being anxious and having the proverbial butterflies in their stomachs, Deanna and Summer realized that their first kiss was not only pleasant, but delightfully sensual. They found themselves continuing it for longer than the "light kiss" that Deanna initially proposed. The waiter was rather distracted for a second, but managed to check up on them after that moment. "Excuse me. I don't mean to be rude. I just wondered if you girls want something else to eat or drink? Dessert, perhaps, or another Tom Collins?" he stuttered. "Another Tom Collins indeed, for both of us. I'm paying for it. In fact, I'm paying for the meal. It's a date," Deanna informed him. Summer was about to protest, but Deanna caressed her hand and gave her a wink that reminded her that this was part of the change in their relationship. "Yes, that's rather obvious. I've seen you before, but I don't recall you two being so affectionate with each other. In fact, I remember you going Dutch most of the time," the waiter noted. "That's because we used to just be friends. Now we're lovers. We're not gay, though. We're just bisexual. Now, if you don't mind, get us our drinks and the check?" Deanna explained. They got their drinks in a couple of minutes, along with their check. "So, you're bi, but you've sworn off men? That must be tough? Quite a sacrifice to make for love," the waiter remarked. "Who says that we've sworn off men? We have an open relationship, my nosy friend. Not that I mind your interest. In fact, I have to wonder if you would be willing to donate some sperm. Since you're so keen on being involved in our lives, that sounds like something that should appeal to you. Plenty of men would go for that anyway," Summer commented, hoping that she hadn't bothered her partner. Deanna grinned and started playing "footsie" with her lover. "As nice as that sounds, I don't know if I can cum easily in a cup in a clinic. It's so awkward, or at least it sounds that way," the waiter replied. "Did I say the word clinic, Dee baby? I don't recall saying anything about a cup, either. I'm talking about an 'old-fashioned' contribution. It wouldn't be today, so don't get too hard over the thought of a threesome. We would have to test you for STDs and HIV, since you would be going bareback with us. Furthermore, neither of us are especially fertile at the moment. We'd have to wait until the next fertile cycle after a test, whether it's mine or hers. If you pass muster and you're available to sleep with us, we'll set up a meeting at my place and you can fuck both of us until you're wiped out. We also have to be sure that you're not in a traditional marriage or relationship, since we don't want you cheating on a spouse or lover," Summer commented. "My name is Kyle Baldwin. No, I'm no relation to the famous Baldwins, as far as I know. You are? I mean, if we're going to look into this, I should know who you are and able to track you down, and vice versa," Kyle remarked. "Kyle, huh? That has a great sound to it. So, are you married?" Deanna probed. "Well, um, I, uh....," he stammered, trying to evade the question. "In other words, you are. Would your wife object to you fucking other women?" she queried. "Well, yes. We're newlyweds, in fact, and I don't think that she is mature enough to get past her jealousy. I was hoping that you wouldn't look too closely into that," Mr. Baldwin clarified. "Well, when she matures and you learn some more honesty, perhaps we can work something out for the 2nd baby. Don't count on us being available, however. We might have a group marriage by that point. For now, let's keep it on a first-name basis. If things change, we can exchange phone numbers. I'm Deanna and this is Summer. Too bad we couldn't work things out, but right now we want our check. Nothing personal. It's just time to go, while we are not too drunk to walk to her place. It's in walking distance, but I won't tell you exactly where. Nice to meet you, Kyle," the teacher reacted to this confession. "So much for that plan, huh? We damn near got involved with a married man. Then again, it was rather hot, almost setting up a date for a tryst. It's my fault. I spoke up too soon. I was just so eager to have a threesome and a baby that I acted impulsively," Summer admitted, when they got to her house. "Hey, you showed quick, snap decision-making. There's nothing wrong with that. We managed to get out of that in time. I didn't exactly protest earlier. Sometimes, we just have to take turns acting swiftly like that. No harm. Speaking of impulses, what about Brent? We know him. You know that he doesn't have an STD or HIV, or you'd have it by now. You were feeling guilty and missing him. This would be a great way to make it up to him and possibly have a relationship with him again, one that might work better than the last one. He seems like a great guy, and we have nothing to lose if he turns us down. What do you think? He could be our boyfriend, our husband, the father of our children. If he was faithful to you, he can certainly be faithful to both of us," Deanna commented. "True, and I'd have an easier time being faithful to him this time, if all of my needs were met. Not that it's a legitimate excuse, but it was a factor in my cheating. I was still wrong to fuck around on him with his friend, but I know that it won't happen again. I'm confident that you would be faithful to him as well," Summer observed. "Of course, I'd be faithful to him! If we have a three-way marriage, all of us will be satisfied, like you said, and I would have no excuse to cheat. I can picture it now. If all of us are horny, we have threesomes. If only 2 of us are aroused, then the odd one out doesn't feel obligated to join in, because the other two are still covered. If we can get him to cooperate, and the evening turns out well, we can have a great relationship. I'll be honest and say that I have had a few fantasies about him. I just didn't tell you because I didn't want you thinking that I was after your man," her girlfriend assured her. "Well, now he is going to be our man, knock on wood," the blonde jibed. "Let's hope so. I would love for all of us to be together. I think that we could make him a happy and satisfied man," her brunette friend stated. "You know, it's talk like that which gives me hope that we will fall for each other. You always were a sweetheart, so loving you makes perfect sense, babe," Summer said, before she locked lips with Deanna again. "Brent or no Brent, I can't wait any longer to make love to you, honey. Let's do it now. I have to enjoy your body. I've often wanted to fuck you anyway," Deanna declared. "Really? I know that I'm sexy, but I really didn't know that you fantasized about me. Too bad you didn't tell me sooner. Think of the great lesbian sex we could have enjoyed. We could have added Brent or someone else later. Oh, well, that's the past. Let's go ahead and enjoy each other now," Summer agreed, as she started undressing in front of her new lover. "You seem rather nervous all of the sudden. You've disrobed in front of me before, love. What's different now?" Deanna remarked. "The difference is that I want to attract you. I didn't care if you found my body desirable before, Dee," Summer explained. "There is nothing to worry about, baby. I've always found you attractive, hence my fantasies about you. Don't worry. I'll be undressing in front of you, too, and have as much reason to fear as you," Deanna pointed out. She proved her point when she removed her own clothes, slowly teasing Summer with the last bit that she took off, namely her panties. Oddly enough, for an otherwise liberated woman, Deanna preferred white cotton panties to thongs. Even so, they went well with her pale skin and her soft, ladylike exterior that masked her willingness to experiment sexually. Then again, thought Summer, who said that a lady couldn't be open-minded? They weren't mutually exclusive, except in the opinions of the sort of women who said things like "nice girls don't do that" and other such rubbish. When they were both nude, Summer approached Deanna and kissed her breasts, before French-kissing her mouth. Deanna didn't show any hesitation in returning the favor. She also gestured toward Summer's bedroom, which made it clear that she hadn't lost her nerve. The blonde surprised her new partner as well by picking her up and carrying her over to the bed. The brunette briefly allowed her girlfriend to take control of the act, showing a passive and submissive side by lifting her bottom and planting her face in her hostess's pillow. "Why are you lying there like that, babe?" Summer demanded, uncertain of whether this was typical in a Sapphic encounter or not. "You want to take charge, so I'm letting you, hun. I want you to fuck me. I will reciprocate, I promise. Use your tongue, your hands, anything you wish. Just take my pussy. Have your way with me, Summer. Do whatever you want with my body, whatever desire or fantasy pops in your head. I'm letting you experience your first time with a woman however you prefer. Whatever pleases you, just do it to me," Deanna shocked Summer by offering her. "Okay, but don't complain later. After all, you'll have your chance to get your way too. You're shaved, I noticed. Good, because I am to taste every part of your body. My tongue will go all over that delicious skin of yours," Summer announced. The chills and goose bumps that Deanna got from hearing those words were soon dwarfed by the shivers that she received because of the oral manipulation of every square inch of her flesh. Summer licked, kissed, "gummed", and sucked on everything. Her toes, her feet, her arms, thighs, calves, buttocks, pussy, clit, sphincter, taint, back, and her breasts were sampled. Admittedly, Summer had to turn her friend over to taste her bosom, but she didn't mind that, and neither did Deanna. Deanna and Summer Find Each Other No matter how supposedly "gross" a body part was, it wasn't safe from the blonde's mouth and tongue. Summer reveled in using her oral talents the same way on Deanna that she always did on her past boyfriends. The reporter was obsessed with the sensual uses of her mouth, which had always been an advantage. She never held back when it came licking or kissing someone's body. Summer Hardy had always taken pride in her oral fetish. Summer was busy licking Deanna's folds again, when the brunette tensed up and then relaxed. Her pale body turned pink, then red, and then gradually fair again. Her thighs almost choked her lover, as she climaxed with a woman for the 5th time in her life. They both rested for a moment, two girlfriends grinning and kissing gently as they realized that they had acted on their risky, but wonderfully hopeful and stimulating plans for a new relationship. Just when Summer thought that they might grab a snack to refresh for later, Deanna seized her and pinned her to the bed. Without talking at all, she thrust her clit against her lover's and began rubbing it. She grabbed her partner's cheeks and spread them, after which she slid one finger along her ass-crack. The teacher tickled her new companion's derriere, while moving her sex against Summer's. "Oh, fuck, Dee! That's the most intense thing anyone has ever done in bed with me!" Summer finally exclaimed, while seeking to thank Deanna by playing with her ass as well. "Good, because I plan to do it a lot," Deanna told her, before settling into a "scissors" position, pressing her womanhood against her girlfriend's. It took another half hour of this, but the constant friction of 2 cunts against each other and the frequent kissing caused Summer to orgasm at last. Her first ever Sapphic squirting was enough to soak Deanna's pussy, adding plenty of juices to what was already on the brunette's sex. Resting once again, Summer declared, "Deanna Falkirk, you're an excellent lover. I still prefer men, but I am certain that I like women too, or at least the one who just fucked me. Not to side with your exes, but I can see why some of them were jealous. They were afraid of losing such a great woman. I am not worried, but that's only because I know you and myself. Once we find a man for us, we'll be the happiest women alive." "You're pretty damned good too, Summer Hardy. I imagine that between us, we'll make sure that our man is the happiest man indeed," Deanna concurred, and then started kissing her lover again. "Naturally. When have you ever known us to fail at something that we did together. That was the missing item in our relationships. We lacked the team effort that works best for us. Now that we're cooperating in that, Brent will never wish to leave. He'll be very pleased with his life," Summer winked. "Speaking of Brent, we can talk about how to get him back while eating some snacks. I don't know about you, but sex always gives me the munchies," Dee stated. "That's another thing that we have in common. It's another example of why we have to be together, no matter whom else we find to share. We're too compatible not to be lovers, honey," Summer laughed, as they ran toward her kitchen. In a short time, it would probably be their kitchen. To be continued... Deanna Pt. 01 "I'm so bored." Her text had said. "Me too." I answered. I was bored. Not just with my morning. It was boring to be sure, but I was bored in that deep existential way that middle aged men get bored. It leads to bad things like golf, sports cars, and younger women. I had already tried golf, I preferred oversized luxury cars to the harsh ride of a two-passenger sports coupe and I didn't have the patience for younger woman. "Lets play a game." She offered. Deanna wasn't younger. I guessed we were about the same age, if she wasn't a little older. I could see her office from mine. I hadn't had a full on office for long. I had gotten the promotion about six months ago and moved from a cubicle a week later. I had been in the office for about an hour when she started texting me. I thought I was unusual. I asked her why she didn't instant message me. We both sat with laptops in front of us all day. They watched the instant messages she explained. I found that interesting. I asked if she thought we needed to be worried about someone reading something inappropriate. She replied she hoped so. "What's the game?" "I will give you two words, you make a sentence." "Got it. Go." "Deferred Preferential." She was our company controller. "It was only for customers marked preferential that the firm could offer specialized deferred billing options." "Lame." "You gave me the words. Your turn." I thought for a moment scanning my office. Seeing a picture my son had draw I thumbed "Pig" into my phone. Seeing my dry-cleaning hanging on the back of my door I typed "Suit." "Knowing what a pig he was didn't keep me from ripping his suit jacket off his broad muscular shoulders." She had been fairly coy for the first few months they had taken to exchanging texts but had gotten bolder. "Breast Mouth." She teased. "His mouth watered as he thought of her breast, grilled to perfection served in a light citrus and white wine sauce." He replied, he felt badly, he wanted to play along better but he had been burned before by women from the office who's flirtations had ended up n a conference room with HR. He had to pause from the game to read an email. Their new CEO was a prick. He liked to play games too. One of his favorites was the weekly corporate update. In each update he would bury personal questions. They were ridiculous. "Robert Reed, what is your favorite football team?" If thirty minutes went by without a response he would chastise the poor person in front of the whole company. We were one of those companies that liked to play games with the Taxman and our corporate offices were in Dubai. Our officers were all in the bay area. Somewhat anachronistically, the bay area office was called the Head Office. The email at the top of my inbox had come from the sender "Head Office." I thumbed it into my phone. "He sat stunned in his office as the beautiful woman slipped in, closed the door, and gave him the greatest blowjob of his life." He sat stunned staring at his phone. She had never gone so far before. He had typed a response of "WOW." But hadn't sent it yet. She smiled when she poked her head through the door. He coughed a little, sitting up straighter in his chair and moving closer to his desk to hide an obvious bulge in his pants. When she stepped inside and pulled the door closed he struggled to speak managing only a small cough. She twisted the lock on the doorknob and walked towards him. He pushed away from his desk, the bulge suddenly even more pronounced. She didn't say a word. He too was silent. He felt sure it was better not to encourage her but at the same time didn't want to say anything that might stop her. She was tall with short brown hair. She was dressed, as always, in a professional and conservative manner. As she grew closer he turned to her. She slipped off her heels; her legs and feet were bare. Hose were not required and she wasn't going to suffer them if she didn't have to. She assumed a position on her knees and he moved his legs apart for her. Her style was not to watch him. Rather than struggle to make eye contact, she instead seemed to consciously avoid it. She moved her hands up his pant legs. She was confident and smooth in the way she undid his belt and lowered his fly. Fully erect, she had no problem redirecting his cock though the fly of his boxer shorts. Still mute, as if afraid anything she said would be overheard she took him in her mouth. He watched her at first, observing her gentle ministrations. He studied how she place her hand flat, holding his cock out and available to her mouth. She licked at him at first, as If sampling an ice cream cone, then, with a flick of her head that tossed her short hair up and out of her face, she took him fully into her mouth. The refined and gentile woman sucked cock as if she was a born star, skillfully working him into the back of her throat. She suppressed her gag reflex, clearly well practiced and moved her hand in time with her head suck that his entire shaft was continually either massaged or sucked. He stifled the moans he so desperately wanted to utter. He gripped at the arms of his desk chair. She toyed with him for a while, and then when she was ready, created sensations upon his manhood he had never in his life experienced. As he came, her hand worked at the base of his shaft like a valve allowing him to come but controlling it, delaying it, prolonging it until he was gasping for breath struggling to remain silent. She held her mouth over him, containing every last drop of his pleasure. As she released him her heard the pop of her lips and the sensation over the very tip of his cock was suddenly so powerful he thought he might slide from his chair to the floor. He held firmly and looked down at her. She was looking at him now, her large round eyes a deep blue color. She held his look she wanted him to watch. She swallowed; he watched the muscles of her neck flex as she swallowed down what he knew to be a prodigious lode. She pulled herself to standing with his tie. He found himself staring, only inches away from what was clearly sizable and he hoped would be welcoming chest. She looked down on him, he up at her and her face closed in on his until their lips met. There was nothing romantic about the kiss. She pressed a salty tongue between his lips and he could taste more of himself than he would have preferred to ever be exposed to. She held him in place, pressing the taste of him into his mouth. His hand moved from the chair to her breast, even within an overly structured brassier he felt the fullness of it and he squeezed firmly, accepting that whatever was to come of this relationship was not going to be delicate. She finally let him free and stood to her full height. She still said nothing. She took the end of his can of soda from his desk, unlocked his door, and without looking back walked out of his office. It was a full minute or two before he realized he still sat dumfounded, a now spent cock openly peering from his undone trousers. He was in the men's room refitting his pants and shirt and whatnot to be presentable. It was not even lunch hour when his phone buzzed. "Dinner Tonight." It said "It will be torture spending all day thinking of what I am going to do to you after dinner tonight." "That's good. I wasn't really playing the game anymore though. I found a more interesting game to play instead." "I liked your game." He responded. "Really? All of it?" "Well, that end part. That was a little different." "I thought it was important that you know, I can be deviant when I want to be." "I will try to stay open minded." "Want to skip dinner?" she asked. "Want to leave now?" he countered. "If you call the Hyatt, They will probably have a room available by 1:00. I can stop off at home and get some things." "Some things? Should I be scared?" He chose not to ask how she knew about the finer points of getting a room at the Hyatt for an afternoon with little notice. "You don't need to be scared but if you choose to on your own, I can work with it." "I will keep an open mind." He replied, tucking his computer into his bag. "Text me the room number when you get there." He pulled his office door closed behind him. He was a little scared. He liked it.