1 comments/ 32926 views/ 2 favorites Doing Unspeakable Things By: Egmont Grigor Set in New Zealand with Kiwi spelling and idioms. * CHAPTER 1 It was Saturday morning and Martin Mora, recently leaving the family nest, looked around his small apartment, if it could be called that: small oblong box was more apt. When he first inspected it, driven down in size by the high rentals being demanded for his idea of an apartment, at six foot three he wasn't sure he would find space long enough for his bed. But he did and with a surprising amount of room left over. The tight-fisted landlord had compromised and said he would replace only one of the items Martin had griped about: the cracked and leaking toilet bowl or the hand-carved kitchen bench. He'd made a wise choice and now had a new toilet bowl, probably a factory reject. Mr Tight-Fist had authorized Martin to replace the kitchen bench, with the names of eleven previous occupants carved into the grimy wood and harbouring oodles of germs no doubt. After washing down a breakfast cup of plain yoghurt with strong tea Martin headed off to Kitchen City and was so early he had to wait for the showroom to open. A blonde with a wide mouth and small tits pulled high with 'Fu'k me if you love me' written over it came over from the group of saleswomen, probably having lost the argument who should leave their coffee to see him. "I'm looking for a kitchen bench top with built in sink." She smiled and heading back to her coffee said, "We have plenty of them. Look a round." "Wait, I want service?" Reluctantly she returned, smiled beautifully and looked up at him. "I've just left home. I don't know anything about kitchen benches." "You mother could advise you." "Mum has asked me to leave dad and her in peace for a month to get used to life without me." Blondie, who introduced herself as Irene, thrust his left arm under her right arm and pushing some tit against him said, "Come with me and I'll show you what I've got." Martin misinterpreted what that meant and was quite surprised they remained in the room. Irene showed him types of sinks and the various styles of bench tops and finishes. "Is it for resale?" "No for my rented apartment. The one there is crap and the landlord said I could replace it at my expense." "On it that case you'll want something cheap and nasty?" "If you say so." Upon hearing that the calculating saleswoman, obviously thinking about her commission, said, "Or perhaps something a little more upmarket?" "Yeah, nothing nasty," said Martin, his first month's salary as assistant financial controller at the District Council already banked. Irene sold him a bench just at the start of the extortion price range and seemed very happy about leaving her coffee to get cold. "We'll send out a pre-fitter to measure up before installation to ensure the perfect fit." Martin said okay and when paying gave his address details and said anytime from 4:30 on Monday or Tuesday would be fine. He went off for an espresso and meat pie thinking if Irene turned up as the pre-fitter he'd pop out her small tits and have her yelling to be fitted to her internal dimensions. He tripped over a mutt coming out of the coffeehouse. The dog yelped blue murder and the fat bitch hanging on to the leash swung her handbag at his head but Martin ducked and was called a canine-murdering fucker. He grinned and closing the glass door of the air-conditioned premises gave the still berating bitch the one-finger salute. At that she appeared to suffocate, turning rather blue and purple in the face. Late afternoon the dark brown curly-haired twenty-seven year old, proud holder of an MBA and two lesser degrees, answered the door, anticipating it would be Irene. But no, it was an old woman, in her late forties, and the tape measure she was holding indicated who she was. "Hi, are you Mr Mora?" "Yeah the guy in need of a new bench top." "Good. You must be literate. Half the people who give us their addresses and telephone numbers get them wrong, even the rich bitches." The frankness of the woman endeared herself to Martin. "Come in," "Thanks. Are you alone?" She seemed surprised when he said yes and he asked why had she asked him that. Was she concerned for her safety?" "Hell no. It's just because guys alone when seeing the tape invariably ask, usually joking, would I measure their dick." Martin felt his face colour and his throat begin to restrict, as if he were turning rather blue and purple and was about to suffocate. "Oh god, I haven't upset you have I being so saucily flippant?" "No it's fine. You may measure my dick providing you allow me to measure your tits." "Oh you're out of luck," she laughed. "My tape would have difficulty getting around these puppies," she said, jiggling them. Until she did that Martin hadn't really noticed how big she was up there. "Um, call me Martin," he said, thinking if she were fifteen or so years younger he'd be really interested. "I'm Belinda Blakely. So this is the object you don't desire?" "Yeah, it's a mess." "Image the health-threatening micro-orgasms hiding in those grooves and threatening your health." "I think you mean organisms." "I did. Was just testing to see if you were educated. You also have the height and good looks and broad-shoulders I'm looking for." "What for?" "Never you mind." Belinda measured up, refusing to allow Martin to note the measurements for her because she relied on no one else because accuracy with vital. She finished Belinda said, "Okay let's fuck." "Pardon me?" "It's what half the guys alone want to do to me but I don't yield. In your case I'm willing to make the sacrifice." "Why?" "Mind your business. Why are you hesitating... are your gay?" Horrified at the thought of being tagged with that label, Martin had her skirt and panties down around her ankles in two expert tugs and was rolling his tongue over her trimmed vulva before Belinda had time to say 'Christ' which she then said and widened her legs. After Belinda had secreted over Martin's face she freed her breasts and said she'd settle for a titty fuck. Still worried about entering an aged pussy Martin took that option. Belinda's eyes widened appreciatively as it hauled out his dick, wet it with seeping pussy juice as Belinda leaned over the arm of the sofa and went to work, she pushing her tits inwards to increase friction for him. He blew a good-sized deposit into her cupped hand and she even looked pleased about that. As she left Belinda kissed him and said mysteriously, :If any mother did with her son-in-law what we've just done what would you think their reaction would be?" "Couldn't say but I would think they would be keen to invite the mother over if the wife was away from home for more than a couple of nights." "That's a rather mature outlook," she smiled and left. Towelling after his best titty-fuck ever, Martin suddenly thought he knew what Belinda had been about... she was lining him up for her daughter when her daughter's husband was away. Sure enough, two evenings later a nervous-sounding woman called him and said, "You met my mother Belinda a couple of days ago -- she measured for your custom-made kitchen sink bench." Martin said that was correct and accepted Laura's invited to meet at a bar she named at 7:30 next evening. She said she would be wearing red shoes and a red dress. He grinned thinking hubby must be out of town already. Settling in at the bar next evening Martin couldn't believe how many women wore red dresses and red shoes at that bar. He sighed and thought he should have said he'd be the only guy with his zip down but then he would have had to be standing for her to see, wouldn't he? A female in cultured tones said, "Mr Mora?" Martin couldn't believe it. He's noticed this gorgeous brunette enter a couple of minutes earlier but thought that wouldn't be her because she looked about six inches taller than Belinda and only had a good set of 34's, possibly c-size. He jumped to his feet, checking that his zip was up and wondering how the hell would he know anything about breast cup size with any accuracy. "Yes Laura, I'm Martin Mora. Please sit and what drink may I fetch for you?" He half expected her to leer and say a Fallen Angel but already his mind was saying something was not quite right here. "A single shot of black rum over ice in a tall glass and topped with Coke please." Aha, a near-maiden's drink. So his brain warning was on the correct track. "You have lovely breasts." She coloured and looked at the table. Aha, confirmation. "That was a supreme intimate compliment, rarely given. It doesn't mean I have no respect for you or I'm thinking of playing with them." "Thank you," she said, not looking up. Martin returned with her drink and a Whisky Sour. Laura looked at him and smiled, just a tad uncertainly but definitely not the look she might reserve for a serial seducer. "Mum did say I might find you speak rather indelicately at times." "Probably Belinda should have said I'm rather uncouth." "No, not at all. She said you are earthy and..." She tailed off. Martin waited and noticed Laura squirm but didn't let her off the hook. He sat patiently. "Gorgeous. I had trouble saying it not knowing if a guy would accept such a term?" "No it's okay. Does your mom do early-evening pre-fit measuring on contract?" Laura smothered a laugh. "No she does the measuring outside business hours when her regular pre-fitters have gone home. Mum owns Kitchen City and half-owns a furniture business with dad and has a share in her mom and dad's Burlington Mall." Martin's mouth dropped open so he filled it with Whisky Sour. "So what do you do?" "I'll complete my MBA this year. I remember you as a junior lecturer in my first year and yesterday looked and saw your name on the honours board." "Well yes, they have to pick on someone." "Don't be self-demeaning. Be proud of your achievement." "What?" "You heard." Martin felt rebuked and looked down at the table aware she was studying him. "I'd like to invite you to spend the weekend at my parent's lakeside holiday home next Saturday, Sunday and Monday, leaving for Taupo as early as you wish on Saturday morning." Martin looked up at Laura, catching the earnest green eyes. Was he going crazy or had he misconstrued what she'd said? The music was rather loud. "You mean to spend the weekend in bed with you?" Her face flamed and she said oh god no, what did he take her for? He grinned and said a young woman with sexual ambition. That reasonable response worked because Laura laughed; it was a genuine laugh. "Um mom thought she'd found in you the perfect specimen for me to marry after graduation. In you I believed I'd had contact with the perfect coach: I have to cram for exams next Saturday and I'd like you to discuss and motivate me in my two weakest areas: Entrepreneurship and Innovation and then Strategic Management. Daddy is willing to pay you reasonable fees. Mummy said you are likely to do it for fine wine and fine food and my exhilarating company. We can go tramping, kayaking and jet-skiing." Martin remained tight-lipped, looking at her tits in the tight white dress. Why this academic plea? By now she ought to be massaging his crotch with a foot in its red shoe. The thought of that made him feel almost dizzy. "Please say yes. I'm sorry sex is not part of the package because I'm almost engaged to a guy whom mummy dislikes." "Why's that?" "She claims he's not good-looking enough with narrow shoulders and he won't satisfy me in the marital bed. How on earth can she deduce that?" Remaining passive-faced Martin thought you sexy slut Belinda, trying out you daughter's boyfriend. "I have no idea," he lied. "Well the implication of her switching on to you so emphatically amounts to her saying you'll be good in bed..." Martin cut in and asked how on earth could her mother determine that? Laura looked a little perplexed and said she'd hoped he would answer that. She sat waiting, forcing him to be the next to speak. Either that or they might as well split right now. He scratched his balls. There was no sign of her lip turning up in disgust. At least that was something. "Okay, I'll take a coaching weekend with you. We can have intense discussions in and outside the house, when we are tramping and even when kayaking. But on one condition and that's if you feel the desire to fuck me you'll do it, no holding back." "That is absolutely disgusting. I'm going." "Sit down Laura and stop being childish." Martin waited until she sat and said. "We're adults of the opposite sex and the condition I just outline ought to sound perfectly reasonable to you. It means you'll be the one who decides whether we have sex." "I-I suppose that is reasonable and yes we are adults." "How often is your boyfriend getting it?" "Martin please." "Come on, don't be a wimp." "Once a week, usually Saturday nights." "Oh good." "What? I was expected you to say didn't I mean once an hour?" Martin chuckled and she looked pleased at apparently being considered witty. "No, it means I'll be with you on Saturday night when you become lusty through Saturday night conditioning." "God, my big worry is men are always thinking about sex." "My big worry is women don't." Laura's face crinkled into a laugh. "That it, that's precisely it. That exactly expresses the psychological difference between men and women." Martin nodded to appear intelligent while wondering perhaps she didn't have a pussy or if she did the network of emotional sensors were not hooked into that. As they were leaving the bar Martin said, "Will I see your tits bared during our tutorial weekend." "Oh god," she sighed. "Come on, don't be mean-spirited." "Oh very well; if you're lucky you might. God being in your company is like being in the company of a 12-year old schoolboy awed by his hormones stirring. Good night... my car is just across the road." Martin smiled, watching her butt as she walked across the road and taking in a great pair of legs from the amount of leg that was exposed. Very classy. He thought well done with your contribution of genes Belinda and husband and ancestors. He adjusted his underpants and walked to his car a very happy guy, deciding attempting to get Laura's legs open this weekend was so much more preferable to the planned repainting of the kitchen over the weekend. The new bench top would be installed Thursday evening. In bed that night Martin jerked his dick, drawing the image of Laura looking at her bared tits in the mirror night and morning now until Friday night saying to them, 'Darlings, my new friend Martin wants to play with you. Should I invite him to pat you and perhaps that will give me Saturday Night Fever and I'll allow him to do unspeakable things to you?' * * * Martin and Laura travelled to the lake in Laura's car because it was newer than his and she said she was hosting him for the weekend. They left before daylight and Laura handed him the keys. "You drive. Men believe they are superior drivers." "Okay, give me a kiss. Female students accept is as normal to kiss their tutors." "Okay but no tonguing." "What's that?" Laura sighed and allowed him to press her into him and kiss her soundly. "That was nice," she purred, not sounding at all pissed off. "I hope you tutor as good as you kiss." "Jump in. As he drove off he asked, "Are your tits in good shape this morning?" "Martin!" "Okay, please describe what you would say to a client seeking management advice about telling him to how to wind up is business a few notches to increase business and thus avoid putting off staff. Let's say he has twenty-three people working for him baking and distributing pastries to various outlets but a competitor of yours has apparently taken advice, geared up and is eating into his market. Take it right from the beginning, setting the scene and describing his operation and how it has been managed to date and how has his output and profitability been affected before you start talking about what he needs to do to turn around his business. Selling it or switching production aren't options." They arrived at the lakefront home in under three hours from Auckland, Martin coaching Laura all the way, he pointing out places where her advice was rather light and other places where it lacked credibility. "You have to try to look ahead and bring everything together to complete your advice package otherwise you will be marked poorly for inadequacies, omissions and, well, lack of authority and credibility as an adviser. Learn what you need to say, understand what you are saying, and picture everything coming together within the time allowed to answer this problem." The Blakely's home was old but beautifully maintained. Polished wood floors meant a ban on shoes being worn inside and the bottoms of dinning chairs had felt pads. "This is wonderful," Martin said. "Where do we sleep?" "You have mum and dad's room; I'll have my room." "Oh." She giggled and said she'd cook bacon, eggs, hash browns and tomatoes for breakfast. "Great, I could eat a horse." "I'll see if the butcher stocks any to serve tonight at dinner." "Um allow me to take you to dinner in Rotorua and view Maori entertainment put on for tourists." "You'll miss having horse meat." "Oh lucky me." They worked through business mentoring situations all day until Laura began yawning at 4:00. "You take a nap and I'll go for a walk -- this hasn't been pressure for me." "Right." Martin returned an hour and a half later to find Laura deeply asleep. He made a sandwich, hauled out a kayak and went paddling, enjoying that immensely. Returning he found her dressed for going out, looking neat casual and very beautiful. "You look gorgeous." "Thank you. Have a shower and then we can leave. I have booked a table for two at a suitable venue." They returned just before midnight. "Coffee?" "Yeah, nice. Are your horny?" Martin watched Laura bite her lip. He waited. "If I do it with you can it be our secret?" "Yeah if that's want you want." "I'll lie to my mum we didn't do it but came really close." "Okay, then my mouth is sealed. Could you hurry the coffee along?" She giggled. CHAPTER 2 Martin came up behind Laura waiting for the jug to boil and slid his hands down over her hips and down the front of her thighs, bringing his right hand in to cup her vulva. "That's lovely," she said, breathing rather heavily. "Are you sure you want this to happen? I won't mind if you don't." The absence of an immediate reply warned him what was coming. The feeling of failure rushed thought Martin as Laura turned, swallowed and he saw it in her eyes, telegraphing a message that already had his dick loosing rigidity as the blood flow powering it became restricted. "M-M-Martin?" He let her off the hook and said, "Hush, it's okay. I understand." He let go of her and stepped away. Eyes saddened, Laura sniffed, "I'm so sorry." "It's okay, really," he lied. "I-I'd have to drop my boyfriend Michael before I could have sex with you. Doing unspeakable things with you would be just too much of a burden for me to carry. I don't think I could face him if I'd allow you to do that. It would be like having committed adultery." "If you have second thoughts just let me know?" Laura sighed heavily and said it was her fault for leading him on, giving him carnally arousing thoughts about slipping between her thighs and stroking and licking her writhing body. Martin couldn't believe he was feeling his dick harden again. Laura shouldn't be talking to him so erotically. He groaned and said, "Hush, it's over. I'm off to bed." Doing Unspeakable Things Laura began weeping and said if Martin's arousal left him in a turgid state he must tell her and she'd be willing, although not happy, to jerk him off to relieve him. His erection expired once again, being emotionally lured into a flaccid state at the unsavoury prospect of being jerked off by an unhappy woman whose thoughts were with another guy. It was so humiliating. "No coffee thanks," he said. I enjoy being with you at the meal tonight and watching the entertainment. You were excellent company." Laura emitted an 'Oh God sob'. They went off to their respective bedrooms without kissing or even saying good night. Martin fell asleep almost immediately and was awakened, perhaps not long afterwards by something and worked out it was Laura sobbing. God what that young woman needed was a good stiff erection working on her. His mind reeled wondering what were those unspeakable things she'd thought they'd been on the verge of doing? Where else was she expecting him to put his dick apart from in her pussy? Perhaps it was she'd never had a guy go down on her or she'd never gone down on a guy? The next day Laura and Martin teamed in an atmosphere of cool detachment. Beginning with Laura stating wisely, "I suggest we don't talk about my unfortunate behaviour last night." Martin was happy about that, thinking it was a practical suggestion and she was shouldering the blame and that was rather unusual for a female. They played role models for tutoring purposes throughout the day, even while on a three-hour return hike and being out on the lake in the kayaks. They were both fairly tired by the time of pre-dinner drinks that evening when Laura eyed him steadily and said, "I suppose you have been thinking since last night I've dragged you down here by false pretences, that you had been expecting to be plunging in and out of me all day and half the night?" "Something like that. I love the vividness of your imagination." "I'm so sorry." "I accept that. Now could we talk about something else? It's rarely useful talking remorsefully about the past." "I agree with that." They left for Auckland at 4:30 am, to arrive back in time through the peak hour traffic build-up with time for Martin to dress and get to his office at the District Council in time and for Laura to get to the university for her first lecture. When she stopped outside his apartment building she said, "You may kiss me if you wish. I'm very grateful for your tutoring over the weekend and admire you immensely for the manner in which you handled my emotional rejection of you." Ah, thought Martin. Even she had not expected that outburst. "Nah, "I'll just say goodbye. Call me when you have yourself sorted out and if you wish to see me socially." "You mean you want to see me again after my shocking behaviour?" "Of course. I have no problem with you wanting to do the honourable thing. May your exams go well for you Saturday." "I'll get my father to write a cheque for tuition -- would five hundred bucks be acceptable?" "No, not a penny. I had an enjoyable and stimulating weekend Laura and you are a very likeable young woman." Martin got out, grabbed his backpack off the back seat and waved her off. He thought well what now and then added, "I have no fucking idea!" * * * Laura's parents were having breakfast so she joined them for coffee. "Exactly what do you mean by 'educationally stimulating and productive but romantically a disaster' but yet you appear happily enough?" Belinda asked. Laura looked at her parents. "I experienced emotional instability on Saturday evening when we returned home exhilarated and a little drunk and after he began to grope I told him I didn't want him to touch me." "Oh god, the poor guy," said her father. Both women looked at him severely. Belinda asked, "What happened dear -- did he go at it too fast and hard for you?" "No mum, if anything he was masterfully romantic." "And then you thought of Michael and how would you tell him you'd betrayed him?" The woman looked at Anthony as if he were a mind reader. "Yes dad, exactly, but I'm rather surprised you had the sensitivity to work that one out for yourself." Belinda nodded and Anthony looked pleased. "So what's the plan?" "I'll have to dump Michael mom. Martin is much more interesting and stimulating emotionally. I have this nagging thought that I should be living with Martin." Belinda advised her daughter to wait a couple of days and think it through. She had to make the right decision that would leave her happiest. "If I were both guys I'd dump you." Laura poked her tongue out at her father. He grinned. During the lunch break boyfriend Michael found Laura. "Hi," he said, kissing her. "I couldn't believe you ran out on me at the weekend for tutoring when we had two parties lined up. I couldn't go because I didn't have time to arrange another partner." "Did you try to line up somebody?" Laura could see he was lying when he said no, not looking at her. Later in her department's library she chatted briefly with Jill who said they'd had a great time at Shirley Roberts's party. "I was surprised I saw Michael there with someone other than you." "Yeah while I was away for the weekend at short notice so told him he should take someone else." "Well I thought he could have made a better choice than April. Compared with you she'd bottom of the barrel." Laura grinned and outside the library called Michael. "Hi babe, I'm in the gym," he puffed. "Just getting dressed." "You lied to me Michael." "Huh?" "You went to Shirley Roberts's party with April Brown." "Um I met her there." "The invitation was for couples only. Anyway my informant say you arrived with April," Laura said, stretching the truth. "Okay I lied... big deal." "Not for my Michael; I've finished with you," Laura said, thinking there really was little manly about Michael." "Oh come on Laura, you can't..." "You have lied to me about a woman Michael and that make me suspect you'd be just as devious if we married. Goodbye Michael. I'll leave your presents you've given me on a box on your mother's porch one day soon." "Don't bother, they were only trinkets. We only did it once a week and I had been thinking if we married it would be down to once a month. Not good Laura. You might be one of the best looking babes on campus but you probably fuck the least." "Get lost Michael you cheat," Laura said, cutting the call. She felt miserable, knowing she might have lost two guys in two days. Had she been fair on Michael? She'd dropped out of their weekend dates at very short notice and Michael had been looking forward to going to Shirley's party because she was in with the 'in' group. Laura pondered about calling him back but decided to let it be. He was probably already on the phone to see if April Brown would spread for him that evening. She went off to a bar where some of her girlfriends would be gathered as their guys usually laid low on Mondays, getting over too much drink and too much sex at the weekend. Laura called she was home and Belinda said, "I'm in the kitchen and look what I have for you." What a nice piece of fish? Her mother handed a bouquet of white roses. Gawd, Michael splurging out on her; that would be a first. Then her mum turned pink when she said sorry dear I read the card to see who they were from. Her mum blushing? Laura thought that might be the first in five years or so. The card read: 'Just a little appreciation to reinforce my appreciation of being in your company at the weekend and as a reminded that I await to do unspeakable things to you my dear Laura.' Laura felt her blush was heavier than her mum's when she looked up and caught Belinda's intense gaze. "Dump Michael darling; he never sent you flowers or expressed such a revolting interest in you, lucky girl. I have his number in my workbook. Would you like me to invite Martin to dinner tonight um, as a courtesy for being such an excellent client." "Yes thanks. And if he has reservations about me being here tell him I dumped Michael this afternoon but was too shy to call Martin." "You honestly have dumped Michael." "Yes." "Oooh my big girl is acquiring backbone at last. You'll need it because unlike Michael you'll find Martin is no wimp. I found him to be mentally strong and focused." Looking somewhat suspicious, Laura said, "It's amazing how you can get a read on someone in just a brief encounter, isn't it?" "I deal with all sorts of people darling, several hundred in some months ranging from clients and suppliers through to bad debtors." Laura smiled and said of course. Although we didn't go to bed I found Martin to be like you said, strong and focused. But when he allowed me to back off having sex with him he demonstrated he has sensitivity as well." Belinda smiled and said, "Pardon me for saying this Laura but I hope Martin has a big fat penis and can wield it well. A heap of good robust sex could really benefit you because until now you've seemed to have attracted men with a slightly feminine side showing." Blushing furiously Laura said, "And you've had sex with Martin to confirm what you've just said." "Oh darling, I wish. Go off and shower while I'll invite him to dinner tonight. Expect him to say yes." "I wish." "Darling do you know how much roses costs from a florist? He'll be sitting home alone mapping out a menu of unspeakable things you might find acceptable." Shrieking "Mom!" Laura rushed from the room. As Laura was about to step into the shower her mom shouted from the bottom of the stairs: "He's coming at 7:00. You said you would write thanking him for the flowers but I said ask him to dinner but you said he wouldn't want to come, so I was calling to force the issue." "Oh mum, he'll think I'm a wimp." Belinda shouted that no guy invited to go away with a young woman for a weekend would see her as a wimp. Laura had to agree with that contention. When Anthony arrived home Belinda kissed him and asked him to shower, shave and dress smart casual for dinner because his daughter was very nervous; the new man in her life, the guy she went away with at the weekend, was coming to dinner. Laura had dumped Michael. "Thank god for that... he was totally inadequate for her." "Well I concur but please darling, no stupidity when Martin Mora is here tonight." "Charlie Mora's son?" "Yes do you know Martin?" "Yes but not well. Charlie sent his son to us to work on our strategic management plan for us. I had rejected the effort by senior staff as inadequate because it was more or less a reprint of last year's plan with no change in respect of moving the business forward and being more aggressive with competitors -- that sort of thing. Charlie, who often sits with me at the club lunch on Fridays said his boy specialized in strategic planning. He worked all day Saturday and five hours on Sunday with us, charging me a hundred and fifty bucks an hour but it was worth it. "Was he a lean, straight-back guy with curly hair six-three in height who works in the District Council Treasury?" "Yeah -- well, well. Just as well Laura is six-one otherwise they would look ridiculous together." "So you approve of him?" "Well Charlie is a straight-shooter, a retired Army colonel who took early retirement and now works as chief logistics manager for Land Containers Transportation Corporation. Although I don't know the kid all that well my gut feeling is he'd be a good catch for Laura." * * * Belinda asked Laura to answer the door when their guest arrived and after receiving a peck on the lips, delivered with a mocking smile, she led him into the lounge. "My mother you know." "Yes hi Belinda. Thank you for inviting me." "And this is my father Anthony who claims to know you." Martin said, "Well this is a surprise Anthony. Hi -- I failed to connect Anthony Blakely with Belinda and Laura Blakely." Anthony laughed and said there were at least twenty-five Blakely's listed in the phone book. They enjoyed a drink together and then Belinda said, "I'll start serving. Laura why don't you take our guest for a quick tour through the house." "Okay. Come this way Martin." They finished up in Laura's big bedroom with en suite. "This looks very comfortable and I'm glad the décor isn't pink. Um take off your panties." "Excuse me?" "Take off your panties. Walking close to Laura he said, "You want me to do unspeakable things to you don't you?" Her eyes widened and Laura squeaked, "Yes, I think so." "Well would you tell either of your parents I asked you to remove your panties and sniffed them?" Laura looked horrified and she shook her head. Martin stood waiting, hands on hips and he stared her down. "For goodness sake she fumed. Laura lowered her panties and handed them to him. He sniffed them deeply and sighed and Laura began to look slightly interested although she said they shouldn't be foul because she'd only been wearing them for about an hour. "No, they are fine. What I smell is the real you -- your distinctive odour." "It's a safe bet I won't be telling my parents about this," she giggled with a slightly embarrassed undertone. "Is this what you call doing unspeakable things to me?" "The start of it, yes. Put your panties on. Your mom will be almost ready with dinner. He held her steady while she pulled her panties on, not an easy task with her shoes on. When they returned to the dining room Martin said, "You guys have a lovely home, furniture supplied through Anthony's Furniture City Warehouse I suppose?" "Some from stock and the remainder sourced through the business by Belinda through looking through our catalogues and searching the Internet," Anthony said. "Her company supplied the kitchen and the bathroom vanities and all bathroom fittings." "Very nice." Belinda said, "Speaking on behalf of the parents I wanted you to see Laura's bedroom suite and for you to know we'll not object if she ever decides to bring you home to sleep with her." "Mum!" "Relax darling. Martin sent you flowers because he aims to have a piece of you, right Martin?" "At the risk of embarrassing Laura I have in mind doing unspeakable things to her, with her cooperation of course." "The pink-faced Laura rushed from the room yelling, "I need a stiff drink." * * * At the street entrance where he'd parked his aged and ailing car to avoid dripping oil on the Blakely's' driveway, Martin told the still rather uptight Laura he'd enjoyed the excellent meal and relaxing time afterwards with her parents. He invited her to sit in the car with him and she did so, rather reluctantly. "I apologize for having worked you up a bit too much," he said, stroking Laura's hair. "It's just that I want to assist you to become more relaxed and open about sex. You act as if you were raised in a convent." "You should know a convent upbringing is highly unlikely... you've seen how over-the-top my mother is. Perhaps that's why I'm a little shy. I must say you method of extracting me from my shell appears rather alarming." Martin smiled and alleged the technique he was using had a psychological term that translated to meaning 'frontal assault'. "That's bullshit." Grinning he said the lady had humour and then kissed Laura deeply, lifting up the front of her skirt and working his fingers under the rim of her panties. "Michael don't... not out here. Someone will see us." Martin gazed into her eyes that were illuminated by the street light across the road and said kindly, "I'm Martin, not Michael. Which guy ought to be on your mind?" "Oh god, I don't know where I am and you're making me wet." "I find pussy juice far from being repulsive. Here lick my fingers." "Oh no M-Martin. How foul... I need to be heated up." Martin didn't back off so she licked his very moist fingers. Laura groaned as he probed her gently again and opened her mouth dutifully and watched, bug-eyed, as he sucked his dripping fingers. Then she murmured: "Oh I get it... doing unspeakable things with Laura." He grinned and after they kissed once more, Laura left the car and called, "I don't want to see you again Martin... ever." She watched his grin fade and turned and walked away. The farther Laura walked away from Martin the more disgusted she became. What a vile wretch he was, engaging her in such nauseating behaviour. She hadn't want to lick his fingers but he pressured her into doing it... at least she didn't think she wanted to do it. Inside the house she kissed her mother who then looked at her rather thoughtfully. Ohmigod, Laura thought wildly, knowing she should have rinsed with mouthwash first. Before I know it my own mother will be coming on to me. "Good night darling," Belinda said. "I thought the evening went very well and Martin did appear really focused on you. If you feel liberalized sufficiently you may wish to tell me at appropriate times which unspeaking things he does with you?" "Mom!" "Yes I know... you aspire to act wholesomely." "You didn't say prudishly as you always do." "Martin is going to change you darling. Just accept and take the ride and enjoy it." "Goodnight mom," Laura yawned. "Thank you for hosting such a lovely evening. Michael should have left impressed." "Who?" "Oh god, I meant Martin." Laura went for two nights and two days trying not to think of either Michael or Martin. God what a mess men were capable of making to a woman's life. But on the third night she conceded she was acting foolishly so she called Martin. "Hello?" answered a female. Ohmigod Laura thought, he'd picked up a bar slut already. "Hello are you still there? This is Martin Mora's phone. Martin has gone walking with his father along the river. They both ate too much for dinner. Is that the beautiful Laura?" "Um yes Mrs Mora, er I mean it's Laura." "Don't be shy dear, Martin has star dust in his eyes over you. I've never seen him so bewitched by a woman, ever. You must come and stay with us soon, very soon. Bring Martin if you wish." Stay where? Why? What was going on here? "That is very kind of you." "Why thank you. You are so polite. How old are you? Martin didn't seem to know but said about twenty-three." "Correct, I turn twenty-four in March." "Oh the same month that Martin turns twenty-seven. Of course you knew that didn't you?" "Um no." "Oh goodness, what do you two talk about or do you just get on with it?" "Mrs Mora, I'm cramming for an exam on Saturday. I must go. Goodnight and enjoy your stay." "Goodnight dear. I can't wait to see you. Your voice is very honeyed." Laura put down the phone and began panting. God this was getting out of control. She calmed and returned to her laptop to review her pre-exam notes, now perhaps ten times longer as a result of notes she'd made during Martin's intensive tutoring. "Oh you're such a good boy," she said, half an hour later, realizing she had absorbed the concept of thinking ahead when making a presentation to ensure she kept the outcomes in view in order to tie everything together. She marvelled that she'd come through almost five years of university study without having completing accepting the need to use such enlightened techniques. At all times she'd been aware of the concept of course but what Martin had done was to condition her mind so she now accepted the concept with vision and clarity. What he'd done was to fine-tune her mind. Martin called her just before midnight as she was preparing for bed. "Mum said you called and told me she'd invited you to visit them in Tauranga." "She didn't say where; she just said I must visit them, with or without you." "Well if you don't go to Tauranga you won't find them." Doing Unspeakable Things "Perhaps you should accompany me?" "Thank you. I left the call till now thinking you would be studying." "Correct and thank you." Martin waited a couple of seconds before saying softly, "You sound pissed off at me?" "Well perhaps it's residue. I'm over it so called you earlier to... well... to ensure you knew I remain interested in you." "But not knowing why?" Surprised Laura said, "Yes, exactly." "It's understandable." "What is?" "Your uncertainty in being dragging scratching and kicking into the twilight world where people delve into the unspeakable arena of expansive sex." "Is that what you call it?" He said, adopting an almost hypnotic tone, "It's where you'd like to be but don't know it yet." Laura's voice tightened as she said she must tell Martin if he intended attempting to push her beyond the norm of usually accepted behaviour they he should prepare to go there without her. "I'm not into deviant or shocking sexual practice," he said stiffly. "Well aren't I lucky? You may continue within reason doing unspeakable things with me." "Okay but not until Saturday lunchtime." "Aw." "Come on Laura, head down and bum up and nose on your computerized study pages and your notes. No let up till Friday night and then to bed early. "Okay, I'll persuade mum and dad to go to the lake. They were undecided. Then we can have the run of the house." He laughed slyly and said for what purpose. "To do unspeakable things with me... er... within reason." CHAPTER 3 Laura had finished her final exam. She arrived home exhilarated feeling she'd down well and prepared salmon salad and opened the wine and then waited for Martin's arrival. He arrived, bearing a huge sheath of flowers, and she turned a little pink but went straight up and kissed him and withdrawing slightly ran her tongue over his lips. He looked at her intent gaze and said, "Jesus." She laughed and said no, Laura, and then told him she was very happy about her performance with her exam. Martin then undressed her, not that there was a great deal to remove. The top pulled straight off and the bra followed just as fast and he dropped her skirt to find she was without panties. "I was hoping for this," she said simply. Martin kissed and sucked at the well-shaped tits and Laura confided she liked him doing that. He then carried her to her bed. "Don't you want lunch first?" "I consider this part of lunch," he said, mysteriously. "Fear me not," Martin said. Laura watched bug-eyed as he pulled two lengths of silk cord from a pants pocket and tied either hand by the wrist to each side of the bed, ignoring her pleas of alarm. Out of the other pocket came two more cords and he tied her legs by the ankles to the bed. "Just going out to my car for a moment," he said soothingly. "Michael, I mean Martin, don't leave me." "Who?" "Martin, I mean Martin. Ohmigod," she cried as he left the room. He returned within two minutes carrying a paper bag. He removed a red latex ball gag and Laura looked at it wild-eyed and shrieked oh god." "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you but we don't want you yelling and scaring old ladies and horses." "Horses?" He slipped the ball into her mouth that opened wide and did up the headband. Martin then attached clover clamps to her nipples. Laura shook her head from side to side. Martin then pulled out a feather. "I'm just going to work you up with this. All this equipment is new and freshly opened. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and placed it under Laura. "Look into my eyes Laura," he said gently, bringing his green eyes up closely to her blue ones. "Do you trust me?" She nodded. "Are you happy for me to continue?" She hesitated and then nodded but only just. Martin knelt on the floor and ran the feather lightly up and down her thighs and then over her stomach and down over her freshly shaven pussy. He wondered had it ever been completely shaven like this before. He kept up the massaging, carefully not to tickle her too drastically and have her legs thrashing. Looking closely he saw beads of moisture had appeared around her slit. Martin tossed aside the feather and began administering cunnilingus. Eventually Laura was jerking her legs and heating up. He circled her clit with a thumb and pulled on the chain between her nipple clamps. Laura pushed into his face and creamed over his mouth and tongue. Speaking to her gently he removed the ball gag carefully. "Ohmigod, I've never ejaculated that much. Ever." "You may be upset with me. Do you want me to go?" "Are you mad? Leave me tied up and fuck me. Put the nipple clamp chain between my teeth. Coming to the end of a most wonderful fuck Martin pulled out and streamed over her tits and belly. "Did I like seeing that," she gurgled. "Scoop a little bit of your cum into my mouth." At that Martin was pretty sure Laura had broken through her restraint barrier. "Martin I promise you, no one has ever fucked me like that. I went from alarm to absolute wantonness. Am I a woman now?" "I wouldn't know but I can tell you you're a great fuck." "Martin, fuck me again and slide a finger up my ass." "Have you had that done to you before?" "No." "Well I do have lube with me just in case it was needed. I'm hungry. Let's have lunch and we can continue doing unspeakable things to Laura." "Oh Martin. Yes please. Kiss me darling." THE END