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DeeDee

By: Romeo Blue



Once upon a time, I've always wanted to start one of my stories like that. Once upon a time I was young, very horny and thus a rather stupid young man. I had a girlfriend, Dari, who as it would turn out would end up being my wife. No wife starts out as a wife though. If you're lucky, she'll start as a friend first, then become your lover/girlfriend, then over time, maybe your wife. 

Well Dari was my girlfriend at this point and I had always considered girlfriends kind of temporary. I had gone from girl to girl until Dari, then I had decided to slow down. I had stopped actually. I was happy with her for a very long time, but you know how it goes, you meet someone and things happen. I cheated and I got caught. One of those friend of a friend deals where both girls know each other through a mutual friend.

Dari confronted me and not one to lie I admitted it. She asked me to leave and I did. I gave her time to think about it and a week later she called. I went to see her and she told me she thought we should slow down and see others for a while. I told her I didn't think it was a good idea, but she insisted.

I got into my car and drove off, a little saddened, more so than I would have thought I would be. She had made the decision, based on my actions, but it was her that had decided that this was the best thing. I was going over the whole thing in my head and really stressing on it.

Then, from my right, I hear a car honk. I'm thinking I'm drifting into the other lane so I get my bearings and after making sure I'm okay in my lane I look over at the car that had honked. There is this...rather large woman driving the car and she's smiling this huge toothy grin. I roll down my window and smile, wondering what she might want, silently dreading that it might be me.

I speak first, "Hi".

"Hey, my friend thinks you're cute."

Friend? I hadn't even noticed there was another person in the car. She leans forward and smiles and she has a really pretty smile. I can't see her very well, but that smile is enough for me to at least pull her over and talk to her.

We get over to a side street and we pull over. I get out of my car and start walking over to the passenger side of the car she's in. I figure it will be like every other traffic pull over I've been involved in. A little chat at her window, maybe a phone number and a small kiss goodbye.

Then her door opened and she stepped out. By all the God's of man and beast, she was, I don't know, stunning. Super stunning. She was wearing the gaudiest florescent green dress I had ever seen, along with pumps to match, but the body that dress was wrapped around was fully the most womanly body I had seen to that point. Full hips, lips, and breasts, legs that just grabbed you attention and I knew that no matter what kind of man you were, you would find it on this...woman.

My amazement must have been pretty apparent because she turned to face me, smiled, threw her head back and laughed. Okay so it's a game she plays, that's okay. If I can play mine as well as she's playing hers, we might both leave content tonight.

"I'm Deedee".

"I'm Romeo".

"Oh, really?" she says a bit sarcastically. 

"Hey, it's what they call me. I fought it for a while, but when everyone calls you by a name, you just get to the point where you have to accept it."

With no small bit of sarcasm in her voice she says, "And why do they call you Romeo?"

"Because I write poetry."

"Oh. Well that's cool." Her voice sounded a lot less chilly than it had been.

So now it's on, both of us settle into our respective little plays. Deedee is one of those women that needs constant reminding of her obvious assets, she plays up every one she has until you can't stand it anymore. She giggles and her tits shake. Her beautiful half uncovered milky white tits would just jiggle and move as she laughed and I would be transfixed. She knew what she was doing. At one point she dropped something, a lipstick of something she was holding and I offered to get it for her, she shooed me away and bent over to pick up whatever it was. As she did, she turned her back to me and I got a full view of the ass. Round and strong looking. I couldn't stand it anymore.

I suggested that she tell her friend I'd get her home and that we leave. I had to get this womanly girl somewhere alone and try to Romeo her as best I could. It turned out it was her car, she was just letting her friend drive it. I asked if her friend could take the car for the rest of the night and bring it to her the following day. Deedee had no plans and asked her friend if she minded. Again, I get that big toothy grin and a quick up and down glance from her friend and she says it will not be a problem.

So we leave, I'm not even sure where I'm going. I ask her if she knows anyplace we can go and get...acquainted. She says she doesn't, but suggests that I might. I know where I'm going now. There are plenty of foothills around my town and I know a couple of really sweet spots where nary a car will come by for hours.

She scoots over next to me and starts nuzzling my ear. I get all hot and bothered and I am starting to have a little trouble driving. She drags her nails across my leg and up to my crotch. She's not shy, this one. She knows how to do just the right things to get your blood boiling. I stop the car by the side of the road, not quite to our destination, but I have to taste her tongue. I want to feel its texture and explore her mouth with my own tongue. We kiss, and her kiss is awesome, warm and wet and just so damn tasty. I have to finish this drive and get her out into the open air.

We arrive at the spot and we get out of the car and stretch our legs. I have to flex a little to get the blood flowing into other parts of my body. My dick is trapped in my jeans and it's very uncomfortable. I walk over to her and put my arms around her. I'm starting to take liberties with her body and she is allowing it. I put my hands on her ass and squeeze with some force and she just sort of sinks into my arms and into another fantastic kiss. 

I'm a 19 year old private in the Army and for the first time I hate the fact that I make almost no damn money. If I had money I could take Deedee to a hotel and really enjoy her to the fullest. She doesn't seem to mind where we are, but I'm dreaming of a long night in a bed.

But to hell with it, all dreams aside, I'm here with Deedee and I'm going to do to her whatever she is willing to let me do. I take her by the hand and pull her to the other non-street side of the car. I kiss her and run my hands up her legs to the hem of her little dress. I move my hands slowly up, always unsure of what is allowed and not wanting to mess anything up. The next thing I know, I'm hitting resistance, but good, wet, hot and steamy resistance. I'm rubbing her pussy with my hands and she's spreading her legs to give me better access. A little chill crosses my back and as a result my hands shake, and she cums. This amazes me and I start shaking my hands on purpose. Her own personal vibrator, no batteries needed.

The look on her face drives me crazy. She has that open mouthed, damn but this feels so fucking fantastic I can't stop cumming look. I have to have her. I lift the dress up so I can get to her better and she helps by pulling her dress up by the hem. I lose my mind completely. I forget where we are and I drop to my knees and kiss her pussy through her panties. She is tripping a little now. I look up and see her looking around as if she is worried about somebody might be driving by. I couldn't care less.

I pull her panties out of the way and slide my tongue up against her pussy lips. I can feel her legs go weak and I stick it out like a cock and slide it up inside of her. I can taste the juice from her and it gets me all fucking sweaty. She again lends me a hand and pulls the panties to the side, allowing me greater range of motion. I reach up and slide my thumb against her pretty little cunt lips and insert it very softly into her. I start to fuck her with my thumb at the same time I lick and suck on her clit. Her knees go weak again and I fear she's going to fall.

I open the door to the back seat of my car and lay her down across it, her legs still outside the car and spread. I stand over her and she has a look of wonder on her face and she smiles. I smile back at her, but mine is a little more devious than hers is. I drop my head back down into the heaven of her pussy and start kissing and licking and tongue pistoning for all I'm worth. I concentrate on her clit and I use my hands as deftly as I can to make sure she is well pleased. I'm tongue deep into her when I feel her shudder and suddenly my tongue is covered in warm liquid. I keep licking and sucking and swallowing, not wanting to waste a drop. Her body stops shaking and she sits up, looking at me with as devilish a grin on her face as I had on mine a few minutes ago.

She grabs my face and pulls me to hers and kisses me, deep. She's sucking my tongue and I can feel her trying to get as much of herself into her as she can take from me. I do believe she loved the taste of her as much as I did. While she's kissing me, I can feel her hands at my crotch, pulling the buttons open and trying like hell to free my cock from its denim prison.

Then I can feel the cool air on my now naked dick, but only for a second because as soon as it's made available, she engulfs it with her deliciously warm mouth. I stand just outside the door of the car and feel her trying to suck the very soul from my body. I look down and she's looking up at me and I am again transfixed, but this time by the sight of my dick disappearing and re-appearing into her beautiful face. She's sucking my dick like I've never seen it sucked before and I can't take my gaze away from it. She handles my balls and it seems like she is trying to swallow them as well as my dick. I want to cum in her mouth so bad, but I want more than that to feel my dick sliding into her hot, wet pussy.

I pull away from her suctioning mouth like a baby pulling away from the womb, in short, an almost impossible task. I lay her back and lean down in front of her. I kiss her legs all the way up to her somewhat swollen lips and I take hold of her panties. I pull them slowly and she raises her hips to allow them to slide off of her more easily. I am watching them slide down her legs so intently that I fail to notice that she has freed those beautiful tits from the top of her dress until I'm holding her panties in my hand. I stand before the door and drop my pants to my knees, dick standing fully erect and throbbing and ready for duty. Deedee spreads her legs and I am given this wonderfully inviting target. I lay down on top of her and slide my dick in slowly up to its hilt. She squeezes with her pussy and I feel like I'm stuck inside. She has some strong pussy muscles and I plan to work them out to the point of exhaustion.

Again I put my thumb to work on her pussy. I have my dick sliding in and out of her and I have my thumb rubbing gently across her clit. The feel of her pussy, like a warm fur lined glove, holding my cock nice and deep inside of her, milking my dick. Damn, but it feels so right. She pulls her legs up and holds them by her knees and it feels like it's sliding into her damn stomach. I pull her legs up and put them over my shoulders, driving my cock in and out of her, feeling her body tense with each thrust and hearing her moans as I try my damnedest to not just fuck her, but to fuck through her. Her face is turning all different shades of red and she sounds like she's having trouble breathing. Then she starts this low long moan, I'm pumping away and expecting her moan to increase in volume with each pump, but her moan stays steady. It sounds so weird, but so sexy, then she starts pushing her body against mine, she slides her legs down and wraps them around me, squeezing me and my dick at the same time. She pulls my face down to hers and looks me in my eye and through clenched teeth, tells me that she's cumming. I piston, I thrust, I go a hundred miles an hour and she starts mumbling and I swear to God it sounds like she's speaking in tongues. I keep pumping. She tenses her whole body and then she just goes completely limp.

My dick is so full it feels as if it's about to burst, my balls feel much the same way. She's not reacting at all like she was a few minutes ago and I'm about to cum. I try to get her back into it, but she lays there, limp and just let's me pump. I tell her I can feel the cum starting to rush from my body. I tell her she has me so fucking hot, I'm about to explode. I get a reaction and I know what I have to do now. I tell her that I want to cum all over her face, that I want to see her lick it up and feel her tongue on my dick when it starts to shoot long sticky gobs all over the place. Her body is moving beneath me again, her face is all alight and I can see she wants it.

I pump her hard and fast and as I begin to cum I pull it from her, she sits up quickly and puts the head of it into her mouth. I can see the thick white sperm shooting down her throat. She pulls it away and it continues to shoot, all over her face and her hair and her tits. She strokes it and rubs the tip all over her face and the cum that has already squirted, making my cock a sticky mess, only to lick the cum off my dick and then continue wiping herself with it. Cleanliness is next to Godliness and she made me feel I was a God. She licked me clean then used her fingers to finish what my cock couldn't, licking her fingers like they were covered with honey.

Amazing, that's the only word I could use to describe my encounter with this young woman. We met once more, but that is a story for another time.

Deedee's Dangerous Liaison



1. New Girl

Deedee stacked the chairs neatly at the side of the rehearsal room, as the cast left for lunch. She'd been working her summer job at the Ladysmith Theater since June, eager to earn the last few dollars she needed to embark on her solo trip to Europe in the Fall. 

For as long as she'd known, Deedee had been obsessed with France. The history, the art, the wars, the sexy language. Her whole life contained Gallic influences of some description, from the reproduction chaise in her sitting room to the huge Lautrec poster adorning her bedroom wall. She'd even had a French boyfriend, once, a lover who'd satisfied her in ways no other man had. It had got her wondering whether the Europeans were naturally better at sex than her fellow Americans. So far, in Deedee's experience, she'd seen nothing to prove otherwise.

Deedee also loved the stage. But it was not the acting or the sense of drama that grabbed her, more the creative process of what brought that drama to life. Deedee dreamed of becoming a writer, she'd kept a journal for years and she loved to be around artistic people, so this job fitted her like a glove. OK, so she spent most of her days fetching and carrying for actors and directors, or making sure the coffee pot was full and fresh, but the atmosphere...the ambiance...the sensuality of the theater! There was nothing else like it.

For nearly two months, the company had been preparing for a three-week run of the classic French play "Les Liaisons Dangereuse." With two headline names and a larger budget than was usual, it was to be the biggest production the Ladysmith had ever attempted. A small theater in the suburbs of Calabasas, CA, the auditorium could only hold a hundred people. But, thanks to the innovation of its dynamic new manager, Billy Kramer, the Ladysmith had begun to forge a reputation as a useful practice stage for Hollywood's spoiled B-listers, as they 'rested' between blockbusters.

For "Les Liaisons Dangereuse," Kramer knew he could fill the Ladysmith ten times over. Cast as 'Valmont,' the amoral, wicked seducer, was Brett Carrey, the young, handsome and equally rakish star of a dozen rom-coms and action movies. Deedee had been totally starstruck when Brett had walked into the rehearsal room six weeks before, but had so far not managed to utter a single word to him. As sexy and charming in the flesh as he was on the screen, the theater's entire female staff had spent the summer in perpetual awe of this Adonis, and the tickets had sold out for every performance.

Playing the conniving and frustrated 'Marquise de Merteuil,' the sometime lover and joint conspirator with 'Valmont,' was Rachel de Silva, a thirty-something beauty who, despite her enduring allure and not-insignificant talent, was evidently an actress whose star was on the wane. A stint in a rehab clinic for her prescription drug addiction had all but ended her film career, so she'd been grateful when Billy had called to offer her a part in his 'little production.' 

The rest of the cast were just as pretty and talented as its stars, but Deedee had really not had much to do with them. Happy enough to remain behind the scenes, getting on with her menial tasks, she'd been first in at seven in the morning, had sat in on rehearsal after rehearsal, and had been the last to leave at eight in the evening, every word of every line of every speech of every scene, tattooed upon her brain. If anybody were to fall sick for opening night, Deedee could easily fill any of those pairs of French-buckled, satin shoes.

As she finished stacking the chairs, Billy poked his head around the door.

"First dress rehearsal this afternoon, Dee, could you be around to help Rachel if she needs anything? Those gowns are a bitch."

"Sure, Mr Kramer," Deedee replied. "I'll head there now."

"Thanks honey. And I wish you'd stop calling me 'Mr Kramer.' Only my mom calls me that, when I've done something wrong."

He smiled at her, then left the room.

Deedee liked Billy. She'd worked in other places where the boss didn't even know her name, but Billy had been as friendly and welcoming on day one as he still was today. If Deedee were to be offered something more permanent at the Ladysmith, she wasn't sure she could turn it down, France or no France.

She walked down the corridor to the dressing rooms which were situated backstage a short walk from the auditorium. It was always dark along here - the janitor was yet to replace several light bulbs that had been out for months - and it was creepy, too. When she'd had to come up here late at night, and alone, Deedee had imagined the voices of actors past, speaking to her through the wood-paneled walls. The Ladysmith was built in 1921, so it was an old building, and Deedee's fertile writer's imagination liked to think the place had seen its fair share of real-life behind-the-scenes dramatics.

Pausing outside one of the dressing rooms, Deedee looked up at the star that had recently been placed there. Made of cheap, coated aluminum, the name "Rachel de Silva" had been painted across the middle with a flourish. Deedee smiled to herself. Welcome to the world of celebrity...

Deedee knocked three times and waited.

"Yes?" came a voice from the other side.

Deedee opened the door and stepped inside.

"Mr Kramer...Billy...asked me to come and see if you needed any help with your costume?"

Rachel de Silva turned in her chair as she sat at her mirror. She was wearing a corset and stockings, as a wardrobe assistant struggled with a huge bustle.

"Come in, Deedee is it? I've seen you around."

She didn't smile, as she beckoned Deedee inside, but this didn't detract from her aura. Rachel had big, brown eyes, accentuated by thick, false lashes, and her skin was like alabaster, flawless and smooth. Deedee thought she looked twice as beautiful sat right here, half-made up and half-dressed, than she'd ever looked on camera.

"I can't believe I have to wear all this shit." Rachel complained. "For three weeks!"

"The dresses are so beautiful, though..." Deedee replied, truly in awe of the rail of sumptuous gowns staring back at her from the side of the room.

Rachel rose from her chair, and a waft of sandalwood washed under Deedee's nose as the actress stepped into the bustle, the assistant pulling it up around her waist.

"I feel like a giant bell," Rachel continued, determined to complain about everything. "They'll have to roll me across that stage every night. And have you seen the shoes they want to put me in?!"

Just then, the door opened suddenly and Brett Carrey stood before them, his smile a mile wide, his teeth dazzling and perfect.

"Hey, gorgeous." He growled at Rachel, pleased he'd walked in on her in a state of undress.

"It's customary to knock." Rachel replied, curtly.

"I thought we could grab lunch together, go over those first few lines again before the rehearsal?"

"Does it look like I'm available for lunch?"

"Well it looks like you're available..."

He looked at Deedee.

"You're the intern, right?" he said, looking her up and down.

Deedee felt herself blushing, from her long, red hair all the way down to her black pumps.

"Just for the summer." she whispered back. "I'm going to Europe."

Why did I just say that? she shouted silently at herself. As if he's interested?!

"Sure. That's great." Brett smiled, politely.

Deedee wanted the trapdoor beneath her to open and let her fall through.

"So, Rachel?"

Rachel stepped out of the bustle and turned around so the assistant could begin untying the corset, as Brett watched.

"A little privacy, perhaps?" Rachel asked, looking over her shoulder at her co-star.

Brett laughed and turned to leave.

"I'll be in the lobby." he said, closing the door slowly.

"That man is the most arrogant bastard I've ever met, and I've met a few." Rachel announced when Brett had gone, as she dropped her corset to the floor.

She was naked from the waist up, now, and with mirrors all around them, and nowhere else to look, Deedee couldn't help but stare at Rachel's voluptuous breasts as they heaved upon her chest. Rachel examined her reflection, leaning in to the mirror to flick away an imaginary eyelash from her cheek.

"What do you think?" Rachel asked, glancing at Deedee through the mirror. "Do I need another boob job?"

She stood up straight again, and held her tits in her hands, squeezing and lifting them. They were milky white and soft as pillows, her bright pink nipples standing erect as Rachel teased them to life.

"I had one about ten years ago, when I had to do those sex scenes in Cast No Shadow. But now they're sagging again."

"I-I..."

But Deedee couldn't get any words out. What the hell was she supposed to say anyway? She'd never had to offer an opinion on the breasts of a Hollywood actress standing topless before her.

"Maybe next year." Rachel continued, not waiting for an answer. "They'll last another few months, huh?"

She turned and reached for her jeans and T shirt, dressed quickly, then grabbed her purse and brushed past Deedee into the corridor.

"Dress call at three, Miss de Silva!" the assistant shouted after her.

But Rachel was gone.

Deedee stood where she was, unsure of whether to move, or where to move to.

"She's great, isn't she?" she said to the assistant, who she thought was called Laura.

"Great at being a diva bitch, sure." Laura replied, gathering up the bustle and corset, her face drawn and tired. "I can't wait for this thing to be over already."

She left the dressing room, muttering to herself as she went.

Left alone, Deedee looked at herself in the mirror, the frame of bulbs shining straight into her face. Stepping closer, she examined her face, her skin, then her hair and profile, trying to decide which was her best side. Then, without really knowing why, she lifted her hands and touched her breasts, pushing them up underneath her tight, pink T shirt. She'd never really looked at her boobs before, in relation to the rest of her. She was only 19, so she knew she was still growing, probably. But seeing Rachel de Silva parade herself so confidently, so overtly, Deedee wondered if she'd ever be confident enough in her own body to do the same.

2. Lunch

With the rest of the staff and cast on lunch, Deedee decided to take a few precious minutes for herself. Secreting herself in one of the ante-rooms beside the rehearsal room, she sat down and took out her journal, eager to record her first conversation with a Hollywood star. But no sooner had she pushed back into her chair, than she heard noises coming from the adjacent room. They were like scratches, scrapes, like furniture being moved around. 

Knowing that the stagehands never worked through a lunch break, Deedee wondered for a moment if the theater was being burgled. It was not unheard of. Only the other week, Billy had arrived early one morning to find his office being ransacked by two drug addicts after anything to sell for their next fix.

Momentarily afraid, Deedee listened for a few more seconds, then decided to investigate. If there were intruders, then she'd probably get the blame for not raising help. Everybody knew she never left the theater, not even during her breaks.

Rising, Deedee put her ear to the wall, but could still not make out what the noises were, nor exactly where they were coming from. She went to the door and peered out into the corridor. The room next to hers was a storeroom, where many of the props were kept. Maybe the wardrobe mistress or one of the stagehands was making preparations for the afternoon rehearsal? Whatever was happening, Deedee knew she would not be able to relax until she knew for sure.

Creeping out to the corridor, she sidled up to the store cupboard and placed a hand gently on the door handle. The door was not fully closed, so she carefully pushed it ajar, expecting some big hood to come crashing out and attack her.

Instead, she saw two female hands gripped against a metal shelving unit, the bright red fingernails shining out through the narrow chink of light emanating from a single bulb hanging from the storeroom ceiling. Although she could not see anything else, Deedee watched in fascination as the hands pulled and pushed against the shelf, the room filled with grunts and groans.

She was about to run away, embarrassed about nearly interrupting someone's obviously packed lunch break, but then she heard Brett's voice whispering deeply, out of view, behind the door.

"You like that, huh?" he was saying, his Texan lilt unmistakable. "You like my cock filling up your cunt?"

"Just shut up and fuck me..." came the reply. 

It was Rachel de Silva.

Something fell off the shelf as Brett continued to pound into Rachel from behind, and Deedee had not a clue what to do. If she moved, she might risk revealing her presence. But if she stayed where she was, she'd be discovered anyway. 

She closed her eyes tight and wished she had on Dorothy's ruby slippers, anything to get her out of there. Then, more noises, this time from the end of the corridor. Some of the stagehands were returning early from lunch. 

"Somebody's coming...!" Deedee heard Rachel whisper, earnestly.

"Yeah, me, in about ten seconds." replied Brett, his panting increasing, urgently. "Come on, baby, come on..."

"No, stop, if someone see us..."

"Forget it, come on, I'm nearly there..."

Deedee was rooted to the spot as she listened to Brett and Rachel fucking, sure that the stagehands would turn the corner at any moment.

She hunched up her shoulders and tried to turn around as silently as she could, just as Brett climaxed.

"Jesus! Oh Jesus CHRIST!" he cried.

Deedee used his distraction to dive back into her room unheard, just moments before the corridor became filled with chattering workers. She wondered if the two stars had been discovered, but as long as no-one had discovered her, that was all she cared about.

Settling back into her chair, Deedee picked up her journal and began writing, trying to take her mind off what she'd just seen. She was no prude - if anything, the voyeurism exited her, reminding her of her adventurous French lover. She felt her pussy contract a little, her hotness flushing between her legs. God, it had been a long time since she'd been fucked like Rachel de Silva.

Deedee smiled to herself as she began recording the details of her accidental treat. But then she felt a presence, and she looked up to see Brett Carrey standing at the door, staring at her.

"Mr-Mr Carrey..." Deedee spluttered, jumping to her feet. "Is there something you need?"

"I'm pretty much taken care of, thank you." He replied, a wicked glint in his eye. 

He cast his eye around the tiny room.

"This your office, huh?"

"I don't have an office." Deedee said. "It's just somewhere I come to...to take a break."

"So you been here a while, then?"

He looked at her directly, studying her every move.

"About a half hour? Maybe..."

Brett nodded, half a smile escaping the side of his mouth.

"Well, I guess I'd better go get ready."

"The dress rehearsal...yes, of course."

"Nice talkin' to ya."

He flashed Deedee a big, wide grin, then disappeared, gently closing the door behind him.

Shit! He knows I saw him! Deedee panicked. He'll tell Miss de Silva, Miss de Silva will tell Mr Kramer, and then I'll get fired for spying...

She closed her journal and hugged it to her chest, as she heard everybody moving up and down the corridor, and Billy's loud voice ordering everybody to be ready to begin in ten minutes.

3. Close Encounter

Seating herself in the center of the auditorium, script in her hand, Deedee watched as the cast began their dress rehearsal. Billy called out directions from his own seat at the front, his shoulders hunched up, his concentration intense. Every time an actor moved about the stage, he'd scribble furious notes and mutter incoherently, which was evidently quite distracting to the people trying to act.

Eventually, Rachel had had enough.

"Billy! Will you please be quiet!" she roared from stage left, as Brett and another actress tried to finish a scene. "How do you expect us to perform when all we can hear is you talking to yourself?"

"Because you're a professional, darling." Billy replied, impatiently. "You should be able to stay focused even if a jet decided to land on the stage."

Brett and the rest of the cast couldn't help but snicker at their director's chutzpah. Nobody talked back to Rachel de Silva, not even the guy who had given her this job.

"I think we need to take a break." Rachel announced, already halfway to the dressing room.

Billy sighed and waved at the others, telling them to 'take five,' while Deedee remained in the background, rooted to her seat, soaking up every second of the drama, real and imagined.

At last he turned to her.

"Never work with children, animals...or actors." he said, wryly.

Deedee laughed, feeling a sudden closeness to the director. She'd always felt comfortable in Billy's company, but now, particularly, it was like they were inhabiting their own moment, one that Deedee knew he would not share with the others.

"You OK back there?" he added, as Deedee realized she had not answered him.

"Yes, yes I'm fine, thank you."

"You don't say much, Deedee Miller."

"Oh I do-" she found herself countering, "When I have something to say."

She couldn't believe the words had left her mouth. She must sound so insolent, so disrespectful! But then she saw Billy smiling. She had amused him, spoken her mind. Something told her that didn't happen too often in his business.

"Good, good." He said, rising to his feet. "Well when you have 'something to say,' be sure to let me know, right?"

Deedee blushed and hurried away to her office/store room, where she ran straight into Brett Carrey, who was poring over the journal she'd stupidly left on the desk.

"I knew you'd seen us." he said, without even looking up.

"You shouldn't be in here." Deedee retorted, finding her voice at last.

"I'm the star of the show, honey, I can go where the hell I like."

Deedee thought about calling for Billy, but thought that might look weak. She'd just impressed Billy Kramer - or so she hoped - so the last thing she wanted to do was go running to him for help like a little girl. Besides, nobody liked a tattle-tale.

"That's private property." Deedee continued, as Brett leafed through the pages.

"But you're writing about me and my dick." Brett laughed. "I kinda own that."

He turned to face her. He was still in his period French costume of thin white chemise, open at the chest, tight britches and tall, leather boots. His thick, black belt was undone, and he'd removed the heavy, pomaded wig that turned him into Valmont.

"So, what's the verdict?" Brett asked, scanning the journal for, what, marks out of ten? "Did you think I looked like a good fuck?"

"I-I really don't think-"

"I'm not asking you to think, Deedee. Just give it to me straight. Good fuck? Great fuck? What? What do you think Miss de Silva thought? She sounded pretty damn satisfied."

"It's none of my business."

"You know what?" Brett replied, throwing the journal back onto the desk, "You're damn right it's not."

He approached Deedee, who shrank back towards the door. Leaning behind her, Brett pushed the door to, then nudged her up against it. She could feel his cock pushing through his pants, onto the top of her thigh, as he leaned his head down to her ear, his breath hot and heavy, the smell of the pomade wafting under her nose.

"I'm guessing you're quite a discrete little girl, yes? I suppose you have to be, working in a theater. The things you must see..."

Deedee tried to wriggle away from him, but she was stuck tight.

"Maybe you write down the things you see because what you really want is to be part of them?"




Deedee's Dangerous Liaison



"No, that's not true." She managed at last.

"And that's OK," Brett went on. "Because if you want to know what it's like to feel my cock up that tight, sweet pussy of yours, I'd be only too happy to show you."

He reached for her hand and placed it on his bulge. He was hot, pulsing, and impossibly hard. And, as much as Deedee wanted to be out of there, she couldn't ignore the flashes of desire rushing between her legs right at that moment.

She wanted so much to pull her hand away, but it was like she was paralyzed. Instead, she kept her fingers pushed firmly against Brett's erection, as he began grinding himself against her.

"Oh God..." she whispered, despite herself.

Her pussy was feeling sore, yet nothing was touching it. Every muscle in her cunt seemed to be contracting, it was like she was in some bizarre dream and she couldn't wake up - didn't want to wake up.

"You like that, huh?" Brett was purring, his hand gliding over her chest and up inside her T-shirt.

Deedee pushed her head back against the door.

"Stop..." she murmured, trying to sound meaningful. "Please, stop..."

"What?" Brett replied, pretending not to hear her.

"I don't want to...I don't want..."

But Brett was already sliding his britches down over his hips, and guiding her hand onto his bare, hot cock. She gasped as she wrapped her fingers around the whole girth of him, and Brett sucked in his breath at her tender touch.

"Oh yeah," he moaned, "Just like that, baby. Come on now, come on..."

Deedee moved her legs slightly further apart as she felt Brett's fingers go probing between them. He slid the zip of her jeans down effortlessly, then pushed two fingers inside. Deedee never wore underwear, so Brett was delighted to find himself touching her naked pussy immediately.

"Oh, man...you naughty girl." he whispered, as he began fingering her. She was tight and moist and he couldn't wait to get his massive cock up there.

Deedee moaned and she began moving her hips. She could not believe she was doing this. It wasn't her doing this! Once or twice, the reality hit her - here she was, letting Brett Carrey do crazy things to her, things she'd only ever let her Frenchman do. 

God this was so wrong!

"You want me to fuck you, say it." Brett urged her, as he pushed two, then three whole fingers up inside her. Deedee tried to talk but no words came out.

"Say it!" Brett demanded, his cock pushing up through Deedee's hand as she masturbated him. 

"I want you to fuck me." she said, quietly.

"I can't hear you."

"I said I want you to FUCK me!" she repeated, finally finding her real voice.

Deedee had long since stopped worrying about whether or not anybody could hear them, despite there being just one thin door between them and the corridor.

"Yeah, that's better. You want my cock inside you, right now."

"I want it so bad."

"You need it now, don't you?"

"I really need it right now, this second!"

She dropped her hand from his cock and lifted her arms as Brett pulled her T shirt over her head with his free hand, then expertly unclasped her bra in one, seamless motion.

Her breasts exposed, Brett pulled his fingers roughly out of Deedee's cunt, dropped to his knees, then buried his face in her chest.

"First I'm going to get me some of these beautiful little titties." he declared, flicking his tongue back and forth between her small, pert breasts.

Deedee allowed herself to be caressed and teased, her pussy on fire. She didn't know how long she could wait now, she wanted Brett Carrey's cock high up inside her.

He pulled her jeans down over her ass and she stepped out of them quickly. Parting her legs further, Deedee giggled as Brett's thick hair tickled her belly as he sank even lower and took her cunt in his mouth. She gasped, sharply, as she felt his tongue stab itself up inside her and go searching around her dark tunnels.

"Jesus Christ..." she sighed, holding onto his shoulders for support. 

She was aware that he was jerking himself off as he ate her out, and she was momentarily jealous that his cock was getting alternative attention.

"You taste so fine," Brett murmured between mouthfuls of her soft, juicy flesh. "I'm going to eat you all up."

"No," Deedee panted, unsure of how long she could hold off her climax. Her pussy ached so badly, she needed to satisfy it. "I need you to fuck me, right now. Oh God, please, I can't stand it..."

Satisfied at the power he seemed to have over her, Brett smiled and wiped her pussy juices from his mouth, then got to his feet as, outside in the corridor, Billy called everybody back to the stage.

"Looks like I gotta go." Billy said, reluctantly, reaching for his pants.

"No!" Deedee protested, dragging him back to her, her tits pushing up towards him, her nipples firm and erect. "You can't leave, not like this."

"You can finish yourself off, if you like, honey." Brett replied. "I'd be happy to watch."

"Don't tease me. Oh Jesus, please...!"

She reached for his hand and placed it between her legs, which were damp, hot and sticky already. But he pulled away.

"Can't keep Princess Diva Bitch waiting, my life won't be worth living..."

And within seconds, Brett Carrey had dressed and replaced his wig, and was marching back to the stage, whistling as he went, leaving a stunned Deedee standing in the middle of the room, naked but for her boots and embarrassment.

4. Impatience

It took a while for her to calm her swollen pussy. Ironic as it appeared to her, Deedee had been too self-conscious to masturbate herself to orgasm, and she knew her sudden modesty made absolutely no sense at all. All that did make sense, was that Brett Carrey was a tease, a cad, whatever else she cared to think of him. And she was like a bitch on heat. She couldn't stop thinking about what it would have been like to fuck him, to have him fuck her. She would probably have let him do anything to her. Her pussy was getting sore again just thinking about it. But she also knew she'd have been just one of many, and that wouldn't have felt good in the long run, no matter how good a fuck he was. 

Deedee remained in the store room for the rest of the day. Indeed, she locked herself in so no-one could find her, hoping that people would assume she'd gone home early. She may even have fallen asleep as, before she even knew it, her daydreaming had brought her to 9pm, and she realized she had not heard any movement in the theater for quite some time.

Unlocking the door, Deedee peered out down the corridor. Darkness and silence.

Semi-relieved, she crept over to Rachel de Silva's dressing room, and was pleased to see it all locked up, as was the props closet and the main office. Relaxing, Deedee returned to her 'office' and packed her bag to leave. In the small mirror on the wall, she caught her reflection - her cheeks were flushed, her hair disheveled and her T shirt struggling to contain her breasts, which seemed to have swollen to twice their normal size.

She lifted her T shirt up and took a proper look. Her nipples were still erect from the arousals of earlier and, as she touched and teased them, a wave of desire flooded between her legs. She knew she still needed satisfying, and she could not wait any longer. 

Knowing she was alone, Deedee sat down on the desk and lifted her legs up onto the chair. Spreading her knees, she began stroking herself through her jeans, but the fabric was too thick and she could not feel much sensation. Sighing, Deedee wriggled out of her jeans and dropped them on the floor. Then, she swiveled around on the desk so she could see could see her whole reflection, her cunt staring back at her from the mirror as she opened her legs wide. She was already wet, her clit already swollen. Deedee knew it would not take her long to cum.

Balancing on the desk, her back to the edge, Deedee studied herself as she began to masturbate. She'd never played with herself like this before. She'd always closed her eyes, leaned her head back, lost in her own little world. But now, seeing her fingers touch and rub at her bud, watching how her whole pussy became engorged and swollen at each touch and sensation, it was ten times as erotic to her. 

She arched her back slightly, as she felt her clit respond to her touch.

"Oh God...mmm, oh Jeez..." she moaned, as she began to writhe on the desk, unable to keep still.

Then...a knock on the door.

Deedee froze.

"Hello?" came a male voice, muffled, almost distant.

"Who is it?" Deedee called back, unsure of whether to move.

"It's Billy." the director replied. "I was just locking up, I thought everyone was gone. Can I come in?"

Deedee looked at her reflection in the mirror once more, then span back round and laid her feet back on the chair, her legs akimbo, her pussy still bare and absolutely desperate to cum.

"That depends..." she found herself saying.

"On what?" 

She could hear the amusement in his voice.

"I think I might have something to say to you after all." Deedee continued, biting her tongue in wild anticipation. This was a crazy gamble, but she wasn't in her right mind. All bets were off.

"You do?" Billy shouted through the door. "Well that's great. What is it?"

"Come in, and I'll tell you."

Deedee took a deep breath, removed her T shirt and bra, then straightened her back, opened her legs wider on the desk and let her feet fall off the chair.

She watched as the handle descended slowly and the door began to open.

"Deedee?" Billy said cautiously. "Are you OK?"

And then he was standing there before her, the shock on his face politely fleeting.

"Wow..." he whistled under his breath. "OK then..."

"Don't you want to know what it is I have to say?"

She didn't move a muscle as she felt Billy's eyes drinking in every inch of her.

"I guess I do, yeah, sure..." he replied, his hands gripped on the document bag that hung from his shoulder.

"I need you to fuck me." she said, blankly.

"Uh-huh."

"Right now, I can't wait. I'm so horny it's actually painful. I can't help it, I need to cum, and I need to cum before I die of the agony."

She touched her clit and moaned as her pussy responded.

"Jesus..." was all Billy could say, but Deedee was pleased to see he was already putting down his bag and removing his coat.

He shut the door behind him.

5. The Director's Cut

Deedee leaned back against the mirror as Billy stepped towards her. He'd dropped his coat where he'd stood and was now kicking off his shoes and unzipping his pants.

"Well you're a sly one." he smiled at her, unable to take his eyes from her perfect little breasts.

Deedee slid herself to a ninety degree angle and laid down flat on the desk. She leaned her head casually towards the mirror, her eyes just inches from her own reflection, as she watched Billy remove his pants and shirt and step closer to her. His cock was getting hard, fast. He pumped himself a little as he stood over her prone body, and Deedee turned back to face him. As Billy held his erection over her face, Deedee reached up to stroke him. Her touch was electric.

"Oh sweet Jesus..." Billy sighed, his hand reaching down to her belly, stroking her stomach, then pressing down between her legs. The sensation of his fingers on her cunt made Deedee arch her back instantly.

"Fuck..." she panted, eager not to cum too soon, but she was wound so tight, a feather could have set her off.

To distract herself, she opened her mouth and lifted her head slightly from the desk.

"Fuck my mouth." she demanded.

Billy couldn't believe his luck. Obeying with relish, he kneeled up onto the chair, then pushed his cock gently into Deedee's mouth. His thighs trembled slightly, as her hot moistness enveloped his shaft, taking him all the way to the hilt. He looked directly into her deep, green eyes, then wrapped his fingers around her thick, red hair, lifting her head closer to him, pushing his cock deeper down into her throat.

"Mmmm...mmmmm..." he moaned, as he found his rhythm. After two quick thrusts, he'd plunge his thick, swollen shaft down into her mouth, then pull it back out for her to lick and blow and suck on his tip. It was ecstasy, he'd never been blown like this before, not even by Rachel.

"Oh you're special..." he smiled, as he continued to fuck her face. 

Deedee smiled as she deep-throated him, the fever in her pussy subsiding slightly.

She turned her body so she was lying on her side. With each thrust of his cock into her mouth, Deedee made sure to attend to his balls, too. They were massive, and hard as boulders. Pulling herself off him for a moment, she feasted on these two huge rocks, as she let Billy caress and stroke her tits.

"I can't wait any longer..." Deedee gasped, looking up at Billy with her huge doe-eyes. "I need your cock inside me right now."

She slid up to a sitting position, her legs spread wide in front of her, and pulled Billy close, his cock standing to attention, slapping against her pussy.

"God, yes..." Billy smiled, staring at her fresh, pink mound. "Give me some of that juicy honey."

He gripped her shoulders and positioned himself in front of her, as Deedee leaned back and prepared for him to enter her.

Tapping the entrance to her cunt with his swollen tip, Billy probed at her opening, then slid himself part way inside her, eager to feel her tightness. And she was very tight, to his huge delight.

"Oh man, you're all ready for me."

"All ready, baby, ready as hell. Do it, do it now."

Deedee let her head fall back, as Billy took one last look at her tits, which were thrust up towards his face, then he rammed the rest of his cock up into her cunt.

"GOD!" Deedee cried out. "FUCKING HELL!"

The mirror rattled and slammed against Deedee's back as Billy began to pound her pussy.

She was hot and wet and so, so deep, each thrust threatened to send his balls up inside her, too. He couldn't get enough.

"Oh yeah...come on! COME ON!" he began shouting, his breaths coming thick and fast now. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Deedee screamed, the air being sucked from her lungs with every pump of his cock inside her.

Deedee managed to catch sight of herself in the mirror as Billy Kramer fucked her like a man possessed. Her eyes were wild, like a tigress, bright and unyielding. She felt bewitched and more alive than she thought it was possible to be.

"You feel so good..." she panted, as each thrust of his cock speared her cunt. "You're so big, you're filling me up."

Billy caught her staring at their reflection, Deedee's tits rocking back and forth on her chest as he pummeled her. He reached under her to take her ass in his hand, he loved how it fit into his palm perfectly, like it was molded especially for him.

"You're so beautiful," he gasped as he found his rhythm. "You're my filthy little intern."

"Yes," Deedee replied, smiling up at him, "I'm your dirty little backstage bitch. Don't stop, don't ever stop."

She hung her head as Billy gripped her hips so he could pound even deeper up into her cunt. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on his chest, the dark, soft hair that sat there growing damp and hot.

"You feel my cock in your throat, huh?" he asked, leaning his mouth down to Deedee's ear.

"Oh yeah," she replied, licking her lips, You're going right through me, your huge, fat cock, I can't get enough of it."

Billy pumped faster, as he wound his fingers around Deedee's flame-red hair and began riding her like a mare.

"Fuck my ass," Deedee suddenly demanded. "Oh God I need you in my ass, now!"

Billy didn't need to be asked twice.

Sliding his cock out of her pussy, his erection loomed over her butt as she spun around and parted her ass cheeks. Billy sucked through his teeth as he saw her perfect, pink asshole staring right back at him. 

"Oh baby..." he cooed, exploring her opening with his finger.

Pushing inside gently, Deedee moaned at the sensation, loving how every nerve ending of her asshole seemed to clench around Billy's finger.

"Oh yes..." she sighed, pushing her ass back onto him to take him all the way in to the knuckle. "That's driving me crazy..."

She tossed her hair back as she felt Billy's finger probe and explore inside her ass.

"I need your cock," she gasped, her breaths becoming shorter, quicker. "Jesus, Billy, don't make me beg you."

She reached a hand underneath her and began masturbating herself as Billy got into position, his massive erection hovering impatiently over her asshole.

"You sure you can take this, baby?" he whispered, tapping at her opening. "That pretty little asshole sure looks inviting, I don't know if I can hold myself back."

"I said fuck me!" Deedee implored, lifting her ass even higher, desperate to feel his cock inside her.

"Yes, ma'am..." Billy replied, giving himself a little pump, before pushing the tip of his cock slowly inside her ass, then pausing for a moment. "You're so hot, so goddamn hot..."

"B-Billy!" Deedee stuttered, "FUCK ME!"

And she buried her head between her arms as Billy rammed his cock up inside Deedee's ass. The pain ripped through her and she felt the breath evaporate from her lungs as Billy pulled himself back out, then hammered into her again.

"JESUS! Oh JESUS!" Deedee screamed, the force of Billy's fucking rocking the desk from side to side. "Yes! Yes! Oh God YES!"

Deedee tried to pull herself a little more upright, keen to feel Billy's cock in her stomach, as he tightened his grip on her hips, and hammered into her with short, sharp thrusts. She worked her cunt into a frenzy, pushing her fingers up inside herself as Billy fucked her as relentlessly.

"Your ass is so tight..." Billy was panting, "So tight and hot, and my cock loves it, it loves it so much...!"

"Yes! Yes! YES!" Deedee moaned, as she felt Billy's hands on her breasts, squeezing tight, pulling her back toward him.

"You like that? You like that? Huh? Tell me how much you like that...!"

"I love it, oh God I love it so much!"

"I'm going to cum in your ass..."

"Yes! Oh God yes, please cum in my ass!"

"Gonna cum in your dirty fucking ass!"

"I'm cumming.. I'M CUMMING! Oh Jesus, Oh GOD!"

The chair crashed to the floor as Billy pushed down on Deedee's shoulders, forcing her cheek into the rough wood of the desk. She grabbed for his other hand and thrust it between her legs, where Billy pushed his fingers up inside her just as she climaxed violently, her whole body shuddering underneath him, as he tried to keep his cock rammed up her ass.

"JESUS! OHHH! OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

Billy felt Deedee's juices flood down his fingers as she came on his hand, her cunt contracting around him as she released herself and surrendered to her orgasm.

"Billy...Billy...Billy..." she was panting, as her legs trembled and he felt her body begin to go limp.

Pulling his soaking wet hand back to Deedee's hips, Billy pressed his fingers hard into her flesh and began fucking her ass even harder, desperate to cum.

"I'm gonna explode in your ass, baby..." he began panting, his thumbs pinning her to the desk. "Here I come, I'm gonna fill you up till you're drowning...oh God, oh God, OHH SWEET JESUS!"

And he let out an almost animal cry as Deedee felt him ejaculate inside her, the warm wave of his semen flooding her ass until she felt his hotness from head to toe. His orgasm was violent and unrelenting, as he banged his cock up into her in short, deliberate thrusts, determined to squeeze every last drop of him into her body.

When he was done, he stayed there, his cock in her ass, as they caught their breath, then they looked at each other in the mirror, their faces damp, their hair stuck to their skin and their chests heaving, fighting to fill their lungs with air once more.

Eventually, Billy slid himself out of her as Deedee turned to face him, her mouth wet and hot, her face flushed with satisfied desire. He placed an absent hand on her mound and stroked her, tenderly. Her cunt felt like it would erupt again. Reaching down, she pressed his palm to her pussy and closed her eyes.




Deedee's Dangerous Liaison



"Mmmm, my pussy likes you a lot." she smiled, dreamily.

"The feeling's mutual." Billy replied.

Deedee dropped to her knees and took Billy's softening cock in her mouth, taking her time to suck him clean. Billy toyed with her hair as she attended to him, Deedee's eyes occasionally staring up at him, as though for approval.

After a few minutes, she stood up, and they kissed long and hard, pressing their moist bodies into one another, Billy's fingers digging into her ass cheeks once more.

"That was some rehearsal." he whispered, as they pulled themselves apart.

"It sure was." Deedee agreed, the glint in her eye unmistakable.

"So when's the opening performance?"

Deedee reached down for her jeans, making sure Billy got a final look at her fine, tight ass.

"That's up to you." she purred back, squeezing his cock once more. "You're the director..."

And she dressed, picked up her bag, and left the room.

Smiling as she walked down the corridor near the rear exit of the theater, Deedee thought she heard a noise behind her. Turning, she saw the shadow of Brett Carrey leaning against the wall a few feet from where she'd just fucked Billy. They held each other's gaze a moment, before Brett smiled wickedly at her, turned, and disappeared back up the corridor and into the blackness.



Deedee's Debut



"Ugh!" I said aloud to myself. I was staring in the mirror at my naked body and honestly, I wasn't impressed. I don't know when or how it happened, but as I exited my 20s and found myself in the middle of my thirties things were changing, and not for the better.

My belly was pudgy, my thighs were dimpled, and my formerly perky B cups had some very visible sag. If I waved my arms long enough, I was pretty sure I could fly right off the ground. How could I let myself go like this? I mean, I was by no means a lazy person. I was educated, I worked hard. I had my Master's Degree in Business Management from the University of Michigan. It got me my dream job as a management analyst for a company near my hometown. It is the best of both worlds. I'm close enough to stay connected with friends and family, but since I'm a few cities away I get to live my own life without feeling like I'm under a microscope. Really though, it wouldn't matter if I was. I work such long hours that I don't even have any time to get into any trouble or misadventures that I would need to keep secret.

I poked my belly one last time and sighed. Maybe I could get a stationary bike or something? Spring was here and my body was so far away from summer clothes I may as well give up. 

I put on my traditional trousers/blouse/cardigan combo, slid on my sensible ballet flats, grabbed my coffee and a granola bar, and headed out the door.

~~~~~~

I sat in the office lunch area lost in thought. I hadn't brought a lunch and the food trucks downstairs were calling to me, but I was remembering my body overview from the morning and I just couldn't bring myself to indulge. A salad truck probably wouldn't be very popular, but that would have been what I needed today in order to eat without a pile of guilt. 

"Hey Deborah!"

I turned and saw Mike and Paul entering the lunch area. I smiled, looking forward to the chance to socialize, even if just for a few minutes. 

"Hey guys! What's going on? Finally taking a break?"

"Yea we're starving. We're gonna hit up the lunch trucks. Can we grab you something?" Paul asked.

"No I'm good. Thanks though."

"Hey Paul, can you grab me some pork tacos? I want to catch up with Deborah for a minute!" said Mike.

"Yea man, no problem. I'll be right back. Are you sure I can't get you anything?" he asked me.

"Thanks Paul, but I'm fine." I declined. Stupid mirrors.

"So how's it going Deborah? You work so hard you hardly ever come out of your office!" Mike came and sat down next to me. Mike is a great guy, and a good friend. Not really physically my type, but he's married anyway so I didn't need to worry about that. He's tall, white (like super pale), skinny, and just a bit awkward. His wife on the other hand is smokin' hot. I've only met her a couple times at work functions, but from what I can tell, she is the perfect woman and it seems like she just worships him. I honestly don't know how he pulled it off. 

"Oh it's going. Just finished up a big project and I've been thinking about taking some time off." Hmmm... was I? I mean, I guess that's the type of thing that you say when you're shooting the shit with someone, but it sounded like a great idea. Maybe I could go to one of those weight loss retreat places or something.

"Really? You should. Everyone needs some time off. Going somewhere with a special someone?" He goaded me. He knew I was single. Everyone did. Not that I ran around advertising it, but I worked with pretty much all men, and honestly, they are much bigger gossips than any women I've ever worked with.

"No, nothing planned. Just thinking about refocusing a bit. Maybe spending some time getting healthier. I'm not getting any younger and you can't just let yourself go. It gets harder and harder to get back to where you want to be." Am I really discussing fitness with this bean pole? Like he has a clue about what it takes to keep from becoming a walrus.

"Really? You're concerned about your health? You've got a lovely curvy figure, although it's hard to tell in those frumpy clothes you wear."

"Hey!"

"And if you're considering making changes, maybe you should think about a boob job. Your frame could handle much larger breasts."

"Oh my god shut up. That is so inappropriate Mike! I don't want new boobs! I mean, maybe it would be cool if they were a bit perkier, but I mean, they're fine."

He ran his eyes up and down me, very analytically. "Of course they're fine! I was just saying like, in a perfect world, if you could build yourself your dream body, your boobs should be bigger, that would be more proportional." 

Seriously?! Was I really discussing my boobs with my married coworker?! This conversation needs to end now. Why is he being so cavalier about it!?

"Alright I got your pork tacos and a couple of chicken tacos for Deborah! I know you said you didn't want anything, but I didn't want you to feel left out while Mike and I go to town on these babies!" Paul announced as he came back in the room. I was still reeling from Mike's nonchalant analysis of my body.

"Um thanks. Maybe I'll have one." I quietly said.

"She is worried she's getting old and fat so she's not eating." Mike blurted out as if it was no big deal at all.

"Mike!" When did he get so annoying?!

"Really? You can't just stop eating Deborah. That's not healthy!" Paul said. I liked Paul. I got the impression that he was a bit of a ladies man, as he always said the right thing at the right time, but he was actually really nice. It didn't hurt that he was tall, dark and handsome.

"I was thinking of maybe taking some time off to get back into shape, you know, one of those health camps, nothing crazy." I quietly explained, feeling judged (mostly by myself) and vulnerable. The feminist in me couldn't believe I was discussing body issues with my male coworkers. I should just embrace the body I have and live my life confidently, if only it were that easy.

"Well, I know that personally, I would hate not having you around here, even for just a couple of days. All of us guys look forward to your smiles and conversations. Plus you help dilute this sausage fest a bit!" Seriously, Paul is just too smooth.

"I mean, I haven't decided anything, I just don't want to let myself go." I mumbled. This was getting more and more awkward by the minute. 

"Hey Mike, you got that number for that Doctor your wife goes to?" Paul asked.

"Oh yea, I'm sure I've got it in my phone. That's a great idea. Really helped my wife with some, uh, mmm, uh, thyroid issues, that's what it was. Really helped her feel more confident and comfortable in her own skin!" Mike searched through his phone and gave Paul a wide grin.

"I mean, your wife is gorgeous Mike. I can't imagine she would have any confidence problems." 

"You better believe it. But Dr. Robbins made her feel like a brand new woman. This was actually before we got married. We met here actually. She was a secretary in the accounting department." He grabbed a piece of scrap paper and wrote down Dr. Robbins information.

"Why doesn't she work here anymore." I wondered aloud.

Paul and Mike exchanged a look.

"She likes to work from home. Super independent you know. She actually started her own business recently."

"Doing what?" I asked.

"You know what, we need to get back to work, but I'm going to let Dr. Robbins know you're coming in, and you just call that number. The office is super flexible with clients so they can probably get you in on an evening or whatever works for you. I also know from personal experience that they take our insurance. Give it a chance. I think you'll love it. Enjoy the tacos!" Mike hurriedly replied.

"See yah round Deb!" Paul followed Mike out.

Well, that was an interesting lunch. I looked at the number on the paper. I put it in my pocket. I really did need to get back to work.

~~~~~

I sat on my couch drinking red wine and not eating the pasta I picked up on the way home. I wanted to eat it, but I was still thinking about everything that happened today. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the Doctor's number. Should I call? What could it hurt if I called now. Of course they wouldn't be open but this could be my test call. God, I'm such a pussy. 

I grabbed my cell and called the number. I didn't want to over-analyse it, which is what I do for a profession. Man is it hard to turn off. I listened to it ring once, twice, thr-

"Hello Dr. Robbins office. How may I assist you?" answered a very feminine voice. 

"Um, hi, yes, hello. Umm I didn't think anyone would answer. Um, my friend, Mike Yoder gave me this number. I, ugh" Could I sound any less intelligent?

"Yes Mike did call. He's so sweet and so handsome too! Don't you just think that he's so handsome?!" She chattered away.

"Um sure. He's ok. So I don't really know what I'm doing but I was hoping to maybe make an appointment or whatever?" 

"Of course Debbie! Let's see... Did you want to come in tonight?"

"What? Wait, why did you call me Debbie? No one calls me that. My name is Deborah. Tonight? The Doctor's schedule is that flexible?"

"Oh I just thought Debbie sounded so cute! Or maybe Deedee! Deedee! That sounds soooooo perfect! Don't you wish your name was Deedee?"

"No. Deborah is fine. Um, so I could seriously come in tonight?" This day could not get any weirder. 

"Absolutely. The Doctor would prefer it. Mike is a good friend and I want to please him so badly. The Doctor likes to meet a new patient right away. I can't wait to meet you either!"

"Oh gosh. Ok. Maybe I'm crazy but sure, I'll come tonight. What time and where is the office?"

"Can you get here in 30 minutes Deedee? We are downtown right off of Main St. Mike gave me your cell number so I'll text you the address. I can't wait to meet you Deedee. Bye!" 

What the hell was that? And why the fuck did she keep calling me Deedee. What a weirdo. I hope I don't have to interact with her much at the office. 

My cell phone buzzed. There's the address. Well I guess skipping this pasta will be easier than I thought. I finished my glass of wine, grabbed my jacket, purse and keys and headed out the door.

~~~~~

"Hello? Is this Dr. Robbins office?" I called into the open foyer. The place was easy enough to find in a large old building filled with office suites. It was actually pretty close to my work.

The door opened and out walked a gorgeous blonde in a short pencil skirt and cleavage exposing blouse with fuck me heels. 

"Deedee?! Oh my gosh I'm just so glad you're here!" She came running at me and gave me a big hug. Her huge tits smashed my face as she was towering over me in her heels.

"Um hi. I'm Deborah."

"I know silly! I'm Trixie. We spoke on the phone. You are right on time!" She bubbled.

"Trixie?" Really?

"Isn't it just the cutest name ever?! I'm so lucky that's my name. I don't think any other name could make me happier, although Deedee is a great name too!" She beamed at me. Man, this girl did not have a clue. She turned her head back to the office door and I heard a little jingle. I noticed she was wearing a small leather collar around her neck with a little bell on it. Clearly I have not kept up on fashion trends. 

"Ok Deedee, follow me. Dr. Robbins can't wait to meet you!" I didn't think it would be worth my time to continue to correct her on my name so I gave up.

She led me through a maze of hallways with the typical medical office look. Scales and exam rooms and medical supplies. She stopped at one room with a closed door and knocked 3 times. She turned around and beamed at me. "Good luck!" she said, and then sashayed away.

"Come in!" was bellowed from inside the room by a very deep masculine voice. Gosh. I hadn't even thought that Dr. Robbins would be a man. This conversation is going to way more awkward that I had anticipated. Well, if it worked for Mike's wife, maybe I had a chance. 

I opened the door and stepped inside. "Close the door." Dr. Robbins demanded, not rudely, but very firmly. I turned and closed the door and then stepped inside. I looked up at the most gorgeous man I had lay my eyes on in a very long time. He looked latino, like maybe Mexican or Costa Rican or something with dark hair, hazel eyes, and a solid build. He was sitting on the little swivel stool that Doctors tend to sit on while examining their patients. The stool looked tiny under him. 

He was examining some papers in front of him. "Deborah?" He looked up and asked. 

"Yes." I stepped forward and offered my hand to be shaken. He looked at it for a moment and then firmly took it in his and squeezed. Not really a handshake, more an act of dominance. 

"Nice to meet you Deborah. Please take off your shoes, jacket and clothes and lay down on the bed." He turned back to his paperwork. 

"Don't you usually leave the room for this part? I shyly asked. 

"That seems a bit redundant doesn't it? I'm just going to walk right back in and see you naked anyway. Besides, I'm busy going over your information."

"What information? I haven't filled out any forms."

"I got this information from your work. I'm very close with the owner as well as the head of HR and I like to get ahead of my work." 

"Umm ok." That didn't seem super legal, but he seemed professional enough.

I took off my jacket and my shoes and sat them with my purse on a chair. I removed my cardigan and blouse. I shimmied out of my pants, remembering how dimpled my thighs had looked this morning. I turned to get onto the bed.

"I said remove all of your clothes." He said in a very detached, disinterested kind of way.

"Oh, ok. I just thought I could at least keep my bra and underwear on..."

"Not if you are to be properly examined." He sounded like he was starting to get irritated. 

I swiftly removed the last two articles and hopped onto the bed. I felt so exposed and awkward.

"Ok Deborah. Trixie is going to come in and take some blood. I need you to take these two pills. The first one will help you relax, because I do realize that many women are very sensitive about their bodies and I need you to be open with me so I can figure out how to help you." He was looking me directly in the eye and I was trying to remember the last time I had been naked with a man. 

"Sure, but aren't we just going to put me on some diet or exercise regimen or whatever?" 

"I can't determine what you need until we do a full exam. And I prefer to heal from the inside out." Oh man, he's some sort of new age type.

"What's the second pill for?" I asked.

"You are smart! Mike said you were very smart and also very popular around the office." I blushed. Sure I was friends with everyone, but no one thought of me as anything but the dowdy analyst. "The second pill will help me to read you better. Not really a truth serum or anything like that, but it is very helpful in the process."

Just then Trixie came back in. "Hello Doctor sir! Are you ready for me to take Deedee's blood sample-wample?"

"Yes Trixie. That would be great girl!" They were very close together but I could swear I saw him scratch behind her ear. Weird. She set up her equipment beside me. Meanwhile, Dr. Robbins handed me two pills and a bottle of water. "Fuck it" I thought and swallowed them both and chased them with the water. Dr. Robbins smiled at me, and I seriously melted. He was so gorgeous!

"Ok Deedee, hold still!" Trixie said from my left.

"Ow! God Damnit!" She stuck the needle in and I watched my blood begin to flow. She took several different tubes of blood and even filled up a separate bag. I started to get woozy and a bit faint. I heard a snap and I looked up to see Dr. Robbins putting on some rubber gloves. 

"How do you feel Deb?" He asked as he moved his chair between my legs. 

"Kinda woozy. I don't know if it's the blood or the drugs..." My voice sounded so soft.

"Trixie, when you take the blood to be analyzed, you can let them in. Thanks for being such a good girl today Trixie. I left your bowl in the back room if you're hungry and your bed is back there as well if you need a nap. I knew we'd be here late."

"Oh thank you master! You're just the bestest!" She came over and lovingly licked his cheek. I mean, I think she did. I was so confused and everything was getting kind of fuzzy. It didn't help that Dr. Robbins was running his hands all over my body, touching and exploring every inch.

Trixie gathered her things and cheerfully excited. 

"I do need you to sign just a few forms for insurance purposes and what not. Here you go. And here, and here. One more here. Alright. Lay back down. Carefully... Don't move too fast. There you go. Let's just relax for a bit and have a little conversation. Now tell me, when was the last time you had sex Deb? Your pussy is very tight." I hadn't even realized that he had a finger inside of me. These drugs were good.

"It's been over a year." I answered, straight forward, no hesitation, almost as if compelled.

"When was the last time you had an orgasm?"

"A week ago."

He began running his finger up and down my slit, catching my clit on each stroke. It felt good, but I felt empty and not super connected to what he was doing.

The door opened back up and I was very surprised to see Mike and Paul walk in. 

"Deedee is doing very well. She has a naturally submissive nature. Your team was very smart to hire her. She'll be perfect as the office cum dump." The Doctor assessed. 

Am I Deedee? Wait... that wasn't right? Did I want to have sex with my co-workers? Be a cum dump? That doesn't sound like me... I was so confused.

"You look confused Deedee. What's wrong?" Dr. Robbins asked.

"I don't know, Doctor. My head is confused and I feel a little funny. What are Mike and Paul doing here? What are you doing here Mike? Paul?" I turned to look at them and I got a bit woozy. 

"We're just worried about you Deedee! You're our little girl and we just hate to see you down on yourself! We're here to help you!" Encouraged Mike.

"That's right sweetie. We care about you so much and we can't wait for you to feel great!" Paul smiled at me. 

They had never used those kinds of endearments with me before, but it felt awfully nice. They walked to either side of me as Dr. Robbins continued to stroke my pussy. Mike ran his hands through my hair as Paul palmed my breasts.

"So I say we need double d's, especially with a name like Deedee. She also desperately needs a smaller waist." Paul said from my left. 

"I don't want larger breasts." I whispered.

"Shhh sugar, the men are talking now." Mike smiled down at me. "I agree double d's for Deedee. Narrower waist, tighten up those thighs, she has nice long legs, so that makes that easy! Can we do red hair? I've always wanted an office bimbo with red hair!" 

"I think red is a fine choice!" the Doctor agreed. "We'll do the standard permanent body hair removal, although a little red heart above her pussy could be cute. Her lips really need to be plumper. We want her to really drool when she's sucking cocks. Her holes are very tight. Do you want me to widen them at all, or would you prefer she be in pain?"

Widen my holes? Red heart on my pussy? What was happening? I tried to say something, but I couldn't get my voice to work.

"Paul, Mike, what kind of temperament were you thinking? I love how eager to please my Trixie girl is and she's so friendly and affectionate, but my pain slut Onyx really helps fulfill some of my other needs. What were you guys thinking?"

"Hmmm... well eager would be good, since she will be fucking everyone at our office including clients, but I think I prefer when they're quiet. No offense but Trixie is a bit talkative." I think it was Mike talking. It was really hard to tell. 

"Yes, but that's nothing a cage and a gag can't fix. Sometimes I put Trixie in her cage just so she's easier to piss on." the Doctor chuckled. "Did you need an office toilet. I've heard a lot of corporations are having major successes using slut toilets." 




Deedee's Debut



"Oh god. I know her body still has to be worked on but this talk about sluts is really getting me hard. Can I fuck her now?" One of them asked. 

"Let me call in Trixie. She can slob on your knob and hold you over. We're going to be here all night. I have to run tests and start getting the right dosages put together. It's better to wait at this point. Besides it would be like fucking a sex doll. She's practically catatonic right now."

"I don't mind. I've been wanting to fuck this uptight cunt since the day we pretended to hire her. HR knows how to pick em."

"Ok Paul, I guess you can fuck her while we wait for some of the tests. I'm going to go check on Trixie." I heard the door close. 

I felt someone near my head and someone near my thighs. "God Mike, she is gonna be so fucking hot when the Doc is done with her. Maybe not as hot as your wife, but still!" I felt something huge enter my pussy, but I couldn't even move. "Holy shit! I have never had a pussy this tight! We gotta have the Doc keep her this tight. We can't let him loosen her up. Who cares if it hurts her, as long as we won't have to listen to her complain about it."

Mike turned my head to the side and started sliding his dick in and out of my mouth. "I can't wait til she's done. I want her to be a silent pain slut. I want her to just smile and be our cum dump. She is gonna be perfect."

"A Pain Slut? Really? Hmmm... I guess I hadn't even thought of that option. I don't want to have to spend much time on her. Just a quick fuck. I guess we could at least get her tongue, tits and clit pierced. Maybe some combination. The Doc will know what's best, he always does." Paul continued pounding away at my cunt. 

"Yea, who knew I'd want my wife to be a human cow, spending her days attached to a milking machine? But nothing makes me hotter than coming home and breeding her from behind. And we make so much money off her tit milk. The Doc is a true artist!"

The Doctor returned. "I see you gentlemen are enjoying yourselves! Well please hurry up. I heard that last part of your conversation and I think I know exactly what to do with our little slut. I believe it will take about 2 weeks to do what I need to do, but you can visit daily. I'll let you know when she's ready to go back to work. Is there somewhere she can sleep there? I think we should probably sell her apartment and car. It would really confuse her, going back and forth, navigating traffic and normal people. She is going to be very simple from here on out. I also had her sign over her bank accounts but I'll just go ahead and keep that as payment."

"We can set up an office just for our cum dump. She can live there, and she won't need to eat once she's on your supplements. That way she'll be available 24 hours a day." 

"Sounds good. Go ahead and cum in her and I can get started!" said Doc.

I heard them both grunting and felt a bit of wetness. My eyes were wide open, but I couldn't really see. I heard the door shut and then I felt some pressure on my asshole. "Yes we are going to make you into the perfect office analyst." The Doc said as he shoved his dick in my ass.

~~~~~

"Good morning Deedee! Are you ready to go to work?!" I felt wetness on my cheek and turned to see Trixie on all fours, wagging her ass, licking my cheek.

I felt absolutely awful and was so confused. I started to stand up and get off the cot I was on, but I was a little bit woozy. I sat back down. 

"Here is your outfit Deedee! I helped pick it out! It is so so so cute and will make your hair look fab!" She was crawling around me and looked very excited.

I stretched up and slowly ran my hands down along my body. My tits were huge, my tummy was flat and my waist was narrow. I saw a mirror on the wall and walked over to it. I looked like a supermodel. Big, pouty lips, long lean legs and flowing wavy red hair. Holy shit.

"Hello DD! You look gorgeous!" Dr. Robbins spoke from the door. I turned to look at him and began drooling. All I could think about was getting his cock in my mouth. "Ok ok, if you insist I guess you can suck my cock." he said with a smile.

I practically ran to him, undid his belt, lowered his fly and started immediately sucking on the most delicious cock I had ever tasted. Nothing could possible taste this good. I wanted to suck his cock for the rest of his life. 

He chuckled down at me and pulled back my hair so I was looking up at him. "Alright DD, you are very good at that. You will be very popular at the office when you go back to work today. I just want to explain a few things to you. First of all, you can no longer speak. You won't really ever have the urge to speak, but also physically it is impossible. You will never be able to speak again. With this pretty red hair, just consider yourself the little mermaid, she did alright without a voice." He began to thrust his cock all the way down my throat and it felt so amazing. 

"You're addicted to sex. Cock, pussy, whatever. As long as you are bringing someone pleasure you will be fine. You are especially fond of having very large items in your ass. You are the management analyst after all. Some people get pleasure in different way, so be aware that it isn't about your pleasure, but theirs. The only pleasure you feel anymore is from being a good slut and getting off as many people as you can. Now, Paul will be in charge of giving you your medicine and supplements daily. You have a new office that has everything you could ever need! There is one thing I need to warn you about. When you are not bringing someone pleasure, you will feel depressed and absolutely worthless, because well you are. If you go longer then 10 minutes without a cock in you you will start to feel pain radiating throughout your whole body. It'll only get worse the longer you go without. You are the perfect cum dump and you are such a hard worker. I know that you don't like to take time off work so I hope you can keep up that same work ethic. It's really not that hard to always have a cock in you. It's what you're made for, pleasuring men." The Doc began to speed up and I could cry I was so happy. I couldn't wait to taste his cum. Yummy!

"Alright slut. After I cum in your whore throat I want you to get dressed. Paul will be here soon to take you to work. I might come visit you, you're such a great piece, and this tongue ring is fucking perfect. Oh fuck oh here I come you fucking whore!" He started squirting his juice down my throat, then in my mouth and on my lips. I have never been so happy. I wanted to be covered in his delicious juice. I had never tasted something so amazing. I was crying and smiling and licking my lips.

"Get dressed cunt!" He left the room and closed the door.

~~~~~

"God Deedee, you have exceeded all expectations!" Paul was escorting me from the Doctor's office to work. It wasn't very far but everything was loud and confusing. Worst of all, Paul's cock was right there beside me and he wouldn't let me have it. "That dress is something else. You just look like the perfect slut. Everyone in the office cannot wait!" Trixie put me in a tube dress that barely covered my nipples and came down and grazed my ass cheeks. No bra or panties. I was wearing stilettos that made it difficult to walk, but that meant I got to cling to Paul. Paul was the most handsomest bestest man in the world. I couldn't wait to taste his cock!

"We're almost there slut. I can't wait for your ass. The Doc says it's your specialty. Alright, let's get on the elevator." We got inside, and there were a few other people. Looking around, I realized they were all people from our office. I immediately bent over in front of Paul and spread my ass cheeks. "Fuck! What a horny little cunt! You guys don't mind right?"

They all assented, knowing they would soon get a turn. 

Paul shoved his cock fully into my ass. My ass was made for big black cocks! Oh! 2 big black cocks would be even better. Or a baseball bat. Oh I loved Paul inside my ass! Sooooo goood!

"God you're such a fucking cum dump! I've never been able to get my whole cock in anyone's ass before. Oh shit I am not going to last! Here it comes cunt!" He filled me with the best feeling ever. Warmth and safety and happiness right into my asshole. I would have sighed if I was able. 

"Turn around bitch and clean up my cock. I can't go into work with your ass remnants on my dick you dumb bitch." Oh no, how stupid of me! I turned around and immediately sucked him clean. He was so delicious. I wanted to eat him for every meal. 

We arrived on our floor and everyone in the elevator paused briefly. "Alright, I'm gonna take this toilet to her office. You guys know where to find her when you need her." I held on to Paul's arm and walked with him to my office. He was so wonderful and chivalrous. He is handsome and perfect and I couldn't believe he would ever have sex with someone like me. I was the luckiest girl in the world. He paraded me all around the office, making sure everyone saw me. I couldn't wait to have sex with everyone! We walked past my old office and kept going. I wondered where my new office was and when I would get to have sex again. 

We arrived at my office a few minutes later and Mike was sitting on a chair. I was so happy to see him that I ran to him and start trying to pull his pants down. "Woah slut, calm down. You can suck my cock soon but at least get into your work clothes first!"

I looked at him confused. I thought I was wearing work clothes.

"What a dumb cunt. Those are your public clothes. At work you're naked. Always. Whenever you're on this floor, you can't have any clothes on. Now take them off!" Mike yelled.

Oh I was so stupid. What was I thinking! I took off the tube dress and started to remove the shoes. 

"You can leave the shoes for now. Let me see you." He began to examine my body. "I love the nipples piercings. I know he held off on a clit piercing, but we can add that later if we decide to. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." I did as I was told. "Oh that is going to feel good on my dick!" 

"It does man! So fucking good!" Paul chimed in.

"She sucked you already?"

"Yea in the elevator after I fucked her ass!"

"Fuck! That's great. She is a hard worker! Slut come here!"

I stood before him, but I started to get a funny feeling in my stomach. It turned into an awful pain. I needed a cock! I need cocks, as many as I could get. 

"What's wrong slut? Do you need something? Oh that's right, every ten minutes isn't it? Alright well get on your knees and I'll give you my dick medicine."

I kneeled painfully and reached up to unleash his dick. Although not super thick, it was very long. I gobbled it up and began slobbering and sucking. The pain was gone and I never ever wanted to stop sucking Mike's cock. 

"That's right cunt. Oh you are gonna work hard for this office. You will keep all 36 of us happy and satisfied at all times. You'll do whatever it takes to keep us satisfied. I know you will because you are a dumb whore of a cum dump and you live for cock. Too bad you're not even really worthy of cock. We'll give it to you, but just out of pity. Mmmm I saved a big load for you you piece of trash. Push your tits together, I'm gonna cum all over them."

I held my double d's together and Mike spewed all over them. I instantly began rubbing it into my skin. It was like the most rich luxurious lotion I had ever used. 

"Open your mouth toilet!" Mike said firmly. I open my mouth and he immediately began to piss down my throat. It was warm and comforting and it made me feel like I was so good at my job. I'm so happy I went to school and got my Master's degree in order to get this prestigious job. I can't imagine ever doing any other work!

"Keep your mouth open you dick sponge!" Paul said, stepping up to take his turn. I smiled the whole time he filled me with his pee. What a wonderful way to start my day!

"Alright, let's go slut! We've got a conference meeting with all department heads and the CEO. We can't be late." I walked between them in only my heels and a smile on my face. I couldn't wait!