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First Impressions

By: SexyRed



Thunder roared and lightening flashed on the road before Beth's car, the rain was falling in sheets across her windshield her wipers barely able to keep up even on high. "Damn, she shouted, I could not have missed the turn. Not even in this weather could she have missed that garishly painted house that stood on the corner of the road that her vacation home stood waiting for her. 

"Finally, she sighed, as the pink and purple house came into view, the sight of it still makes her shudder 5 years later. "I swear I do not know what possessed someone to do that to such a beautiful place."

"Just a few more minutes and we will be home, sweetie" Beth crooned to her carsick pooch. Poor Jacob was never much of a traveler but thunder and lightening was more than he could stand. The panting lab mix gave a sigh as if he too saw the house and was happy to be getting out of the car. 

"Can you believe we are finally here" Beth spoke excitedly to her dog. Since he was more than happy in their small city condo he could not understand why she insisted on dragging them up to this cottage in the woods whenever she had 2 days off in a row. At least that is what his confused lopsided look seemed to be saying to her. 

Pulling up in front of her dark and lonely house she was glad to have old Jacob around to keep her company. That is until another rumble of thunder crashed in the sky above them followed quickly by a bolt of lightening that struck the small lake her humble abode looked over. The noise happened as soon as she opened the car door and poor Jacob being the sweet little scaredy-cat that he was ran from the car and into the woods. 

"Great" she yelled "just great, how am I suppose to find you in this mess" Hoping that her crazy dog would come to his senses and return to her Beth began unpacking her car. Opening the front door Beth placed her stuff in her room and went back to the car to retrieve the food she had brought along. Humming to her self she did not notice she had company. A dark figure suddenly appeared in front of her as she turned and practically running right into him she screams. 

"What is your problem lady, do you make a habit of letting your dog loose and making enough noise to wake the dead" Matt had had enough of hysterical women to last a lifetime the last thing he wanted now was one living two houses down. "I knew I should have asked the realtor more about my neighbors before I bought" Matt muttered under his breath . 

Beth stood there with her mouth half open, she was at a loss for words. "Who the hell are you" she finally said. 

"Nice mouth" was Matt's reply. 

"If you don't answer my question and take your hands off my dog you gonna be hearing a lot worse" Beth retorted. 

"My name is Matt, I bought that ridiculous doll house at the end of the road" handing her Jacob by the collar, now that this beast is with it's owner I will be leaving"

Realizing how obnoxious she sounded Beth drew in her breath and sighed. "Sorry, its been a long night. I don't usually make this kind of racket." Rain poured down on them as she introduced herself. "Please come in and dry off, would you like some coffee" 

"Thanks but I think I'll just head back" shaking his head Matt turned and walked away. 

"Fine, I am sure I will see you around. I plan on staying here for the next week at least" and as she said it she wasn't sure why she had. Then with one last look at his departing figure she knew why. "You should need a license to wear pants that tight" she mumbled under breath as she dragged her soaked dog into her house. 

As they walked in she glanced at herself in the entry mirror and laughed out loud at what she saw. "I wouldn't have coffee with you either looking like you do" Her shoulder length blond curls were plastered to her head in a bizarre cascade where the hair clips had long since abandoned their post. 

Further down the street Matt is still shaking his head this time to shake the image of the petite curly haired woman with incredible breasts standing in the rain wearing a wet white t-shirt. It was going to be a long night. 

Standing in the shower feeling the warm spray caress his naked form wasn't taken the edge off of his desire. His manhood stood straight up against his firm stomach. "We are not interested, don't you remember what the last one did to us" he said to his hard cock. "Don't you ever learn." 

Beth rang the bell again. "What are you doing here" she muttered to herself. Thankfully, she thought as she turned her back to the door, the storm had passed and the sky was filling with stars as the clouds drifted away. "He obviously isn't home or doesn't want company or he would have answered by now" she continued, not noticing that the door had opened and Matt was standing there staring at her. 

"Or he could be in the shower and it took this long for him to hear the bell." Matt answered. Beth turned rapidly swinging her hands as she turned her class ring snagging the edge of his towel. And as she looked at him she noticed the towel slip from his lean hips and land in the puddle at his feet. 

Turning her head rapidly Beth flushed three shades of red. "I am so sorry, I should just leave before something else happens." 

With his towel dropping so quickly Matt barely had time to register all that had happened in the 15 seconds that had passed since he opened the door. Even in the cool night air his cock was rock hard with desire for the little blond who had been disturbing him all night. All the blood that should have been in his brain was now in another location and that was the area that was making the decisions. 

Matt stepped out onto the porch wrapped his arms around Beth's slight frame. Swiftly quieting her halfhearted protest with a passionate kiss. Continuing their kiss they edge their way back into his home and close the door. By the time they reached the couch her shirt was off and he was working on her bra straps. 

"Wait, this isn't , I didn't mean aw hell" Sputtered Beth as her traitorous body took over her rational mind. "It clasps in the front" she finally grunted as she noticed him fumbling with her bra. 

His hands moved over her body as he slid her skirt and panties down her legs in one fluid motion. Guiding her body to lay on the comfy couch he kissed a trail from each breast and back again. Beth's body responded with too long pent up passion and groaned a wanton sound into the back of her hand. A slight whimper passed her lips as Matt left her breasts and kissed his way down her body. 

Positioning his head between her thighs his lips began kissing the edges of her triangle shaped mound. Slowly he worked his way to the moist center, pausing briefly to inhale her intoxicating scent. Slowly the tip of his tongue found her clit and began to tease and nibble. 

"OHHHHH," Beth moaned and felt a wave of heat flood her senses. Her blood pumped faster as she began to feel the first embers of her orgasm build deep with in her. Matt continued to take in her sweet nectar and began to work his tongue harder and faster over her sensitive nub. "OMIGOD, YES! Oh YES! I'm cumming" Beth screamed as her hips moved in time with his nimble tongue bringing her climax on faster and harder. In a moment her hips bucked and a spasm ripped through her body as her juice flooded out of her like a dam that had burst. Matt concentrated his efforts now on drinking in her nectar not wanting to waste a drop. 

Beth reached between her legs and grabbed Matt's hair and brought his lips to her mouth and kissed him deeply tasting herself on his lips. In a move that he didn't think she was strong enough to have done Matt was on his back as she moved her mouth down his body. Grabbing his small pebble like nipple between her lips causing him to let our a gasp of his own. 

Encouraged by his response she moved her mouth lower down his body and took just the head of his throbbing cock into her mouth. The intense heat brought another groan of pleasure from his lips as she began to lightly suck his head in and out of her mouth. Taking him off guard she then takes his whole length into his mouth and continues to suck it in and out. 

"AW YEA that is soo good" Matt groans. 

"I'm glad you like it" Beth replied "But now I am sorry but I cannot wait another moment to have that big cock in my aching pussy." She said as she straddles his hips and poises the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Slowly she takes the head inside of her and moves it slightly in and out until she could accommodate his girth. Inch by excruciating inch she slid him deeper into herself. When he was finally in she began to ride his cock with wild abandon. Matt could not take his eyes off of her, it was a beautiful sight to see a woman having so much pleasure with his body. Taking in about as much as any man could be expected to take he quickly scoops her up and flips them over as one unit until he is on top and in control of his as well as her passion. 

Barely missing a stroke he continued to drive his cock into her hot pussy at the same frenzied pace that she had started moments earlier. The new position must have been as good for her as for him since he could now feel her powerful surges of passion that flexed around his hard cock. 

"YES" Beth cried out, "I am cumming again oh don't stop please don't stop." 

"I won't stop yet but I am getting close" Matt replied as a little voice inside reminded him that this was unplanned and unprotected. 

Another moan and Beth's hips bucked wildly meeting his thrusts . Then she was overcome by her passion just as Matt pulled his cock out and came on her stomach. They collapse into a sweaty heaving pile unable to speak or move. 

After a few moments had passed and they had a chance to catch their breath and realize what they had just done. Matt smiled and said "sorry about the mess but I didn't know and I couldn't ugh wasn't there anyway to say this without sounding like an idiot." 

Beth giggled and said "say no more I understand, but do you have a tissue."

First Impressions



I pull up in front of your apartment building. I pause to check my appearance in the rearview mirror. I run my fingers through my hair and shake my head just enough to give it that tousled look that seems to 

drive men crazy. I exit the car and stroll into the building smiling at my reflection in the mirrored walls of your lobby; golden complexion, kinky twists curling softly about my face and neck, spaghetti strap tank top that clings to my breasts as they jiggle slightly with my every step, low-rise, cropped denim jeans accentuating my round ass perfectly and blue strappy sandals with three-inch "fuck me" heels.

My mind wanders during the elevator climb to the 14th floor. I anticipate the dick that awaits me. I tease my erect nipples through my tank top. My face flushes and my breathing intensifies. Then the elevator slows to a stop. I take a moment to compose myself. Luckily I'm not wearing panties otherwise they'd be drenched. I glide to the door marked 1422 and ring the bell. I can hear the chimes pealing inside your apartment. I step slightly to the right so you can't see me through the peephole. Still, you swing your door open and peer out into the hallway. Your head swivels right then left until our gazes meet. You exhale then shout, "GODDAMN!"

In one seamless move you pull me into the apartment, kick the door shut and press my yearning body against the wall. With your hands pressed against the wall and straddling my head, your begin probing the nether regions of my mouth with your tongue. I intertwine one hand in your locks and palm your perfect ass with my other hand.

I lift my right foot from the floor and wrap my leg around your back to press you further into my body. I gently rotate my hips so my throbbing pussy rubs against your dick. The intense pressure of your hard dick against my clit almost makes me cum immediately. You break our kiss, step away from me, then take my wrists in your hand. You slowly lift my arms until they are pressed against the wall above my head. With your free hand, you lift my shirt until my breasts are exposed. I moan in anticipation of your lips touching my bosom.

You quickly and gently flick your tongue back and forth against my nipples. You alternately suckle and bite my breasts while you unbutton my jeans. You ease your hand toward my wet, waiting pussy but you withdraw it quickly to take a moment to stare at me. Your eyes burn into mine. I watch you place your middle finger into your mouth and suck on it. You kiss and suckle my breasts once more. Your hand drifts down to the front of my pants. You rub my clit with your moistened finger. I moan and wiggle in pleasure as my pussy gets wetter and wetter with your every motion. You then pull your finger away from my clit and plunge it deeply into my pussy. My knees weaken and my eyes roll to the back of my head. My first orgasm approaches. I chant your name over and over like a mantra as wave after wave of pure pleasure washes over my body.

You let go of my arms and my knees give out. I slowly descend to the floor. Before I can completely collapse, you drop to your knees in front of me, slide my jeans over my sandals, lift my legs and drape them over your shoulders. You bury your face in my pussy and lick and suck my clit. You pull my pussy lips apart and begin to fuck me with your tongue. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I repeat. I grab onto your ears like handlebars and grind my pussy against your face. "Oh my God, baby I'm cummmmming," I scream. But before I cum a second time, you pull your face out of my pussy, stand up to remove your shirt and pants. I look down to see 11 thick ass inches of erect ebony dick. Without taking my eyes off of your monster, I slide down into a squatting position. I place your dick into my waiting mouth and simultaneously play with my wet pussy.

I lick slowly around the head of your dick with the tip of my tongue and continue teasing my clit and fingering my pussy. I slide your dick further into my mouth until I'm swallowing the first five inches. My fingers expertly knead your balls as I lick, suck, slurp and hum. You run your fingers through my hair and shout, "Oh shit, oh shit, this shit is so fucking sexy! Girl I'm gonna give you a key to this muthafucka!"

You pull away from me just as I'm licking the underside of your dick and sucking on your balls. You bend down, lift me into the air and slide my already soaking pussy onto your dick. I scream as you almost bottom out in me. You move forward until my back is pressed flat against the wall and you begin to long stroke me. I wrap my fingers in your locks and my legs around your back and ride your dick like a mountain bike. I scream out your name and you lick the moisture collecting between my breasts. You fuck me like I'm the last piece of pussy you are EVER going to have and I swear I can feel you inside my uterus.

Your dick twitches inside me just as you announce that you are about to "fucking cum." I roll my hips, pull your lips to mine and suck on your tongue. I stroke the muscles of your back as you slip deep – then deeper still. My soul fragments into millions of rainbow colored pieces at the moment I feel your essence flood my insides. You kiss me tenderly, making no effort to put me down or separate our bodies. You look into my eyes and say, "It’s so nice to meet you Jae." I softly whisper, "likewise," and then wipe the sweat from your forehead.



First Impressions



Irene checked her watch and silently pleaded for the subway to go faster. The new high heels she had bought for today dug into the backs of her heels, drawing sharp lines of pain on her delicate skin. Her legs cramped from nervousness and fatigue of standing in the same position for the last twenty minutes. So many seats, why had no one offered her one? A man, dressed in age-old clothes and reeking of alcohol sat by her side. She pressed her legs together tightly as he angled towards her, trying to peek up the small business skirt she wore. 

The ride seemed to take forever and when she arrived at her stop, she was uncomfortably pressed against the crowd of bodies as they rushed out the door. Freed from the throng, she stood on the platform, fixing her clothes and running her fingers through her hair. She pulled out her makeup mirror to check her face. This was the best opportunity she'd had since she graduated school three months ago. Jobs were not easy to come by in this city and the position she was offered paid more than she would have expected with her qualifications.

As she approached the building, she squinted to see the top. The mid morning sun gleamed on the immense wall of steel, leaving its mark when she closed her eyes. The building was one of the largest in the city and its layer upon layer of windows made it feel oppressive. She composed herself and entered through the heavy revolving door.

After some slight trouble identifying herself to security at the front desk, she was ushered into the elevator and told they were waiting for her on the twenty second floor. With a silent rush of air, she exited and studied the architecture of the floor. It was early twentieth century art deco, a style she knew well. The office was almost obsessively clean. Reflections appeared in every bare surface, in picture frames, doorways, windows and the large marble desk of the receptionist.

"Ms. Bailey?"

She nodded, feeling scrutinized. 

"Wait right here. Mr. Stanton is on his way." 

She thanked the woman, an older matron with a dull face and waved off her perfunctory offer of coffee or water.

There she sat, resume and references in the bag on her knees, tapping her foot impatiently as she geared herself for the questions she'd be fielding that morning. 

After waiting for what seemed like most of the morning, she was greeted by a tall, dark haired man in a fresh Brooks Brother's suit. With a large outstretched hand he introduced himself as Mr. Stanton. She quickly stood up, almost losing her footing in the uncomfortable high heels, and returned the greeting. With a wave of his hand, he bade her to follow him so they may speak privately.

The office was in full production. Dozens sat and scurried in a large room in the center of the floor. Some conferred with others, some spoke rapidly on headsets, others tapped away maniacally on their computers. Mr. Stanton explained it was what they called "The Epicenter", the heart of the firm. "This is where everything gets done. Countless overtime hours, careers raised and dashed, money earned and lost. I'm sure what's taken place here has caused quite a few nervous breakdowns" 

He eyed her, searching for a reaction but she only answered with a smile. "Great, I'm best in just such an atmosphere. It's what I'm used to."

He scoffed and continued the tour. As she followed, she dug her fingernails into her palm. Had she seemed too confident? Was she taking the wrong tactic? It wouldn't do well to leave a bad impression so early. 

His office was impressive. His desk was a deep mahogany and framed diplomas and certificates covered the wall behind him. Shelves filled with plagues, trophies and framed pictures lined each side of the room. Looking more closely, she saw he met the Governor, shook hands with the mayor and even shared a dinner with Paul Newman. 

"Now then," he said sitting across from her. "Let's get started." He offered her a smaller, well-stuffed chair and she sat gingerly. Arranging her paperwork before him, he quickly looked them over. 

"Under grad at Stanford, MBA from Columbia. Quite impressive," he mused. He flitted over the pages nonchalantly before placing his attention on her. He had commanding eyes of a deep blue. His hair was dark black and perfectly kept, his fingers large, strong and perfectly manicured. He even smelled professional, Irene felt very awkward. 

She noticed hewas eyeing her heels and followed them up to the curve of her legs. Irene had always considered them her best asset and usually enjoyed the affect they had on men. Here she just felt examined like a creature behind glass. 

They talked of the position and discussed her accomplishments and she began to feel more relaxed. When he held her eyes she found herself becoming lost and didn't mind when he stared at the swell of her breasts of the sharp red of her lips. Her nipples firmed at the attention. 

She was unable to hide this from him and found him lingering on the detail of her breasts and the outline of her nipples against her thin blouse. Though she knew she should be upset, perhaps even refuse to work for such a person, she found herself opening to him. His voice was deep but melodious. It touched her and she began to open to him.

He noticed her knees unlock and slowly drift apart. Within he could only see shadows and the hidden promise of her sex. Refusing to yield, he sat up, piercing her with his gaze.

"And what would a woman like you offer to this firm?"

She was away somewhere, imagining his hand between her legs, his lips mouthing her breast. 

He feigned irritation and repeated the question in a more exacting tone. "What would you- a woman that's obviously used to getting what she wants from men- offer to this firm?"

"Well," she began, searching for the textbook answer. "As you can see, my background speaks for itself. I've worked in such an enviro-"

"I mean, you- a cockteasing little girl- you think you have what we could want?" He cut her off, growing more irritated.

Her cheeks blushed violent red and she looked down to her hands fumbling anxiously on her lap. She'd felt as if he'd looked right through her. "I- I'm really not that bad sir," she explained. "I don't mean to be. I just like to look nice for work."

He chortled inwardly and watched as her knees drifted further and further apart. "Even now I can see how you'd do at this firm. You'd be a pleasant diversion for all the rich, married stock brokers and good eye candy for all the up and coming business students. Hell," he laughed. "I'm sure if one or two of them spoke to you nice, even paid for your lunch, you'd suck their cock in the coatroom. Am I right?"

The office was dead silent now and, while her body responded to the accusations, she stayed rooted in her seat, unable to look up. 

"Really, Mr. Stanton, I don't know where all this is coming from. I'm a professional woman, with a professional background. I'm not some woman you can pick up with a drink at any bar on the corner." She tried to sound outraged but her voice came out in a squeak. 

He watched her, as if he knew better. "Is that so, Ms. Bailey?"

She nodded, unable to speak. She was slowly losing herself.

"Stand up, Ms. Bailey." It was a quieter voice now, more peaceful and calm. She was drawn to it. Without a thought, she did as told, perched tenuously on high heels in front of him. "Turn around," and she did. 

She felt his hand on the curve of her ass and bent over to allow him a better feel. He pawed at her, gripping handfuls of flesh from her rear through the business skirt she wore. A not so gentle slap on her ass let her know he was pleased.

"Now then," he said. "Everyone in the office likes to see what they're getting with a new employee. As I'm sure more than a few of the men here will be trying you out, I'd like to see what you have to offer."

Still she couldn't look at him. She wished she could say something but knew he was right. She had gotten to where she was mainly by her looks. Employers were more impressed with that than her resume and she used it however she could. She wasn't above going braless at an interview, letting her underwear show or smiling at unwelcome advances. Today she'd even allowed him a look up her skirt. How could she deny his accusations? 

She was strong and she was smart. She wasn't above using what she had and if she must, she would feel no shame. Standing proudly, her eyes met his. With a slight smile, she began unbuttoning her blouse, allowing her manicured fingers to glide over each button to reveal the perfumed skin beneath. That morning she chose a small, white lace bra and as she opened her blouse, she inhaled to allow him a better view of her chest. 

She wasn't endowed in that area; in fact she was more self conscious of that part than any other on her body. She had cute, well formed breasts and though they were too small for her liking, men seemed to enjoy them. 

He sat back and, with his finger on his square chin, watched her. With a quick snap she unclasped her skirt and shuffled it off her hips and down her legs. When she stood wearing nothing but her garter and stockings, panties and bra, she spread her legs, placed her hands on her hips and looked down at him.

Her sex riled and she felt herself grow warm between her legs. She'd always enjoyed showing herself off to others and enjoyed the reactions she got. No man would refuse her a job after seeing her cute, tight body. Already Mr. Stanton's cock was stiffening. She noticed the tented crotch of his well tailored slacks. She reached down to remove her shoes.

"Leave them on," he commanded. 

She obeyed and, with a motion of his hand, she knew to remove her bra. She unhooked it and held it against her naked breasts for a moment, as if shy, before it fell from her body and tumbled to the floor below. Tiny goose bumps broke out on her breasts as they felt the cool air of the room. Already her nipples were pointed. The feel of herself half naked in such an environment stirred her further. 

"Leave your stockings on too, and your garter belt."

"Yes, Mr. Stanton," she said, aware of how she sounded. 

He reclined in his shiny leather chair as he watched her undress delicately. When naked she looked much smaller. Her breasts were small, almost pubescent, and her hips were distinctively curved. She shook slightly as the last of her clothes dropped to the floor. Unable to look at him, she held her head down. When she gained the courage to look up she saw he was looking directly between her legs.

"You're shaved," he said, almost a question.

"Y-yessir."

"Any particular reason?"

She considered this for a moment. There were several but did she feel comfortable enough to tell him?

"Personal preference? Boyfriend's suggestion, perhaps?" He grinned at her. "You are old enough to have pubic hair, aren't you?"

She grew angry at this and imagined cursing him and slapping his face. Her body wouldn't respond, however. "Just like it, I guess. It feels nice. Soft...cleaner too..."

A wide smile broke out on his face. "Feels nice? What do you mean? For playing with yourself?

"No," she said, now returning his stare. "I mean it feels better under my dress. Feels better against my panties."

On his command she turned. He reached and caressed her ass gently. She sighed involuntarily and caught herself.

"Reach back and spread your ass apart. I want to see you."

She did as told, feeling the coolness of the room tickle her sensitive asshole. He placed his finger on the spiral of her hole, holding it there for just a moment. It was a foreign feeling and it caused her to jump but, with the heel of his large hand pressed against her lower back, she calmed herself and allowed him to continue. 

He seemed rapt, and quietly studied her body as it opened to him in all ways. The pouting lips of her vagina dampened and the scent of her arousal lingered in his nostrils. Despite all she felt, she could not break away, stand up and run from the room. She felt like an insect pinned to an examination board. 

The touch of his soft hands felt very comforting on the smooth cheeks of her bottom and she heard herself sigh. Her eyes closed and, for that moment, gave in to him. He was cute, she didn't deny that, and she couldn't say she never had such fantasies involving boardrooms before. Still, it felt wrong. It was no way to start a new position. The wet warmth of his lips nibbling gently on her inner sex drove these thoughts from her mind. Her body flopped against the desk and her fingers gripped the soft flesh of her ass, spreading herself wider for him. Thighs parted further and she felt him pause for a moment to examine her.

She was immaculate. Her pussy was perfectly formed; two tight lips running together with a slight swell that turned into her smooth belly. Not a trace of hair was present on her cunny. This inflamed him and he pressed his mouth against her. His lips, driven by the wisdom of experience, worked her well. Her moisture grew to a dampness, then a trickle as it coated his lips.

He hummed soft contented sounds as his mouth pleased her. She shook openly and pressed her face into the desk, too shy to be seen in such a state. The flat of his tongue parted the swollen lips of her pussy and she knew he felt how wet she was. She worried what he would think. How her body betrayed her! She always felt weak when one knew how to lick her pussy. Even know she could feel herself giving in against her will.

Her legs spread and he reciprocated with his large, warm hand gently caressing between her legs. She was dripping, with moisture running down her freshly shaven thighs. He only continued to hum gently, his hand barely touched the desperate flesh of her pussy. 

"Please," she begged. "Inside me. Enter me, Mr. Stanton." 

He pretended not to hear her. Instead he pressed his thumb against the very bottom of her canal. He did not enter but left it pressing against her so she could only push back against it. Her naked bottom urged herself onto it as her bare ass pressed against his face. It made her feel so wanton. Never had she felt like more of a slut.

She whined loudly, hoping he would hear but she only heard him scoff. Her slit had opened, causing droplets of moisture to run down into his hand. She was fragrant and the aroma of her need only inflamed him further. His body seemed to move on its own. He fell to his knees behind her and slowly unbuckled and unzipped his suit pants. His boxers, made of expensive silk, were not able to hide his arousal. One finger searched inside and pulled his cock out. It hung ready in midair, the tip barely touching the soft skin just below her knee. 

She knew how excited he was and knew it was the perfect time to make her move. First she slowly wagged her butt as he watched. His eyes never left, he was rooted to the spot as he watched her soft pink flesh undulate in front of him. He was frozen, as if hypnotized. It was the reaction she expected. 

"Now, Mr. Stanton, you like my pussy don't you?" He eagerly nodded. "My cute, shaven, tight girl pussy..." When she looked over her shoulder he was practically salivating- sometimes men are so predictable. "Close your eyes. Just stay there and breathe me in. Let it overtake you." He did as she instructed and for a moment she did exactly that. Her sex opened and there was nothing for him but the fresh warm scent of her cunt as it lingered in his nostrils. 

When he was quiet and she was sure he wouldn't move, she stood and turned to face him. Her little college girl cunny was so close to his lips she could feel him quiver. It was delightful.

She raised her leg and proudly rested it on the unoccupied seat of his chair. As she touched him, her smooth skin barely brushed the tip of his nose. Rather than pull back he seemed to enjoy it. A dab of moisture appeared on his skin and began to run down the bridge of his nose. He looked perfectly content. A hand stroked his hair affirmatively.

"Open your eyes. Now." He did and rather than be offended, he gasped in adoration. As he watched she opened for him. The wet lips of her slit were swollen with need. He felt intimidated, something he'd never before felt with a woman. "Look at it; the warm, loving pussy of a woman that knows what a man needs." The silence told her how he was feeling and she began to tug roughly on his hair, pulling it so it was no longer the coiffed powercut that helped him get where he was. Now, on his knees, his palm nervously cradling his erect cock, did she see him as he really was. Her pussy, now pressed tauntingly against his upper lip, brought it out of him. 

She was fragrant and he felt his mouth watering. The moment she walked in the door he'd taken her for a slut and imagined how great it would be to have her in the office, keeping her in the back room for whenever the traders needed their cocks sucked. It was obvious she knew how, her soft, willing lips and smooth legs were made for pleasure. Never before, however, had he felt so aroused by a woman. He felt as if he would do anything if only he was the next she chose to satisfy. His cock pulsed and a tiny clear drop appeared at the tip, swelling and slowly traveling down his rigid shaft.

When she allowed him, he kissed the apex of her pussy just above her clitoris. A quick inhale told him how excited she was. Without further prodding, he placed several deep kisses on the swell of her mound. Soft hairs tickled his lips and the sweet taste of her skin filled his mouth. She began to undulate against him, her slit pressing against his face and leaving a wet swath of her juices.

"Good boy," she taunted. "On your knees licking me."

She spurred him to further action and with loud wet sounds he licked her lewdly. His tongue slipped up and down her velvet lips. When he parted them she spread her legs farther and pressed him deeper into her cunt. She began humping his face, holding him steady as her sex pressed painfully against the bridge of his nose. Warm moisture covered his face and trickled down his cheeks. All he could see was her girlflesh, the heat of her pussy exciting him further.

She came in a torrent. Juices erupted from her womanhood, splashing into his mouth and coating his face. She as in a frenzy as she peaked, treating him as nothing more than a toy to get off on. He held his breath, unable to breathe as her pussy blocked out all he could see. Girlcome covered him and he swallowed quickly, aroused beyond description. 

When she relented he was driven. All his thoughts were on his cock and entering this young girl that had tempted him in such a way. She was weak now, anxiously gulping air and out of breath. In that instant he stood, his cock a weapon and roughly spun her around. She collapsed on the end of his desk, indifferent to his actions. 

He slapped her ass angrily. Though she whined she made no resistance. The full cheeks of her rump were shiny with her juices and his fingers slid into her easily. She made only soft, warm sounds of pleasure that increased to a desperate plea as he increased the pace. His fingers were merciless as he teased. Her body had still not come down from the height of her orgasm and she continued to writhe as it slowly made its way through her.

Before it passed he held his prick in his fist and aimed it at her wet opening. He touched her there, letting her know just what he planned to do before he entered her. For a moment their juices mixed; droplets of his precome met the tide from her pussy and then he pressed forward. Each hand was full with the warm flesh of her ass and he held her open. The tiny spiral of her anus winked in pain as his shaft parted her lips. 

She was magnificent, like slick velvet. He couldn't help but moan in pleasure as his cock slid deep inside her. Steadily he drove into her as she huffed and moaned. Her body was racked with fatigue and, with the intense pleasure she felt as his cock drove into her, she feared what could happen. She knew she'd lost her chance and wouldn't get the job. Now all she wanted wass one last climax. She hoped he came inside her. She'd always loved that feeling. It made her feel rewarded




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He was in control now and he pounded her unrelentingly. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened but no words came. She couldn't say a word, only floated on the feelings inside her, brought about the thick length of his cock stroking her most sensitive flesh. 

Sweat dripped onto her bare rump and she felt him madly pump into her. His body was overheated and she knew it would be but a few short moments. She was helpless when it happened, her body prostrate over the conference room table, her toes barely connecting with the floor below. As it hit, he imbedded himself deeper into her and pushed her up so her legs hung freely. His lower abdomen pressed against her gash, teasing her just enough to cause her to erupt again. As he moaned she wailed. Tears formed and dripped onto the solid oak as his come filled her canal. It coated her insides, bringing with it an onrush of warmth. 

His thrusts slowed as his orgasm lessened. He leaned back, his cock resting half inside of her. They both settled, their bodies flexing as they caught their breaths. After a moment he let his cock fall out of her where it rested, still half erect, against his thigh. Both of their bodies were covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Both were naked. 

She had pulled her body onto the desk. He looked at her now, her pussy wet and open, a trickle of come flowing out her reddened lips. Without a word he began to dress while she remained motionless. Fixing his tie, he turned to look at her. Her eyes were closed and a peaceful grin spread across her pretty face. One hand patted her bottom playfully starting her. Her eyes opened and before she could ask, he answered her question.

"I can see you have more than what it takes to succeed in this position." His thumb toyed with her asshole. I expect you her at 8:15 Monday morning for orientation." She nodded, seemingly indifferent, slid off the desk and stood on wobbly legs. As he reclined in his expensive leather chair he watched as she collected her clothes and made herself look presentable. Already his cock was regaining its urge. Yes, he thought, she will do well here.



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The girl was bound face down on the table. Her hands were cuffed to the legs and her ankles were tied wide apart with nylon cord. The Man stood over her, a large candle in hand, watching the pool of wax building up in the recess on top then slowly dripping the wax down her back ... her body arched at the heat, but the moan that came from her mouth was anything but pained.

He chuckled as He got lower and lower with the wax until He had dribbled it up over her tailbone. Her rosebud quivered as He stared at it, she could feel His eyes on her and wished she could hide from the hunger in them.

As the wax poured and pooled on her rosebud she shrieked. The residue running down between her thighs and collecting on the fine fuzz around her cunt. Her ass rose as she struggled to escape the burning sensation and made an easier target for the Man. He was not one to pass up such opportunity and tipped the candle completely coating her.

His mind filled with memories of the first time they had met. A small nightclub on the outside of town had been a playground He frequented. There was a stripper there that had somewhat captured His fancy, but she was moody and not always available to satiate His lusts. He'd noticed the girl sitting in the shadows by herself, watching and occasionally cheering on the men as they slipped money into the stripper's stocking.

She caught Him looking at her a few times, and her eyes went down in the classic sign of submission. He found Himself turning more and more often in her direction, and when the stripper came over after her dance and told Him she was busy that night, He decided to hunt.

He approached the table and noticed her nervousness, "Mind if I join you?"

"Errr, I thought you were with the stripper," she said.

"Well, it appears she's going to be busy tonight and you were so interesting that I just had to meet you. My name is Tantrick Questor but most people call Me TQ, and yours?"

"Sir, I don't know why you would be interested in a girl like me, but my name is fireinnereyes."

He smiled, "and it certainly fits you girl. I could see the fire clear across the room."

She blushed and looked down, obviously overwhelmed by His nearness. She knew who He was, she'd seen Him before. There were always women around Him, she felt nervous just talking to Him and wondered why He was wasting His time on her.

He could sense that she was unsure and moved a little closer. His scent washed over her and a small moan escaped her lips. His hand moved on the table and pressed against hers, she gasped and snatched hers back from Him and looked at Him with a mixture of dread and fascination. "What, what can I do for you Sir?" she managed to gasp out.

"Well fireinnereyes, for starters, I'm starved. Would you like to join Me for a cup of coffee and a piece of pie or something?"

She giggled at the thought of this Man having coffee and pie with her. He watched her face as it lit up and knew that there was something special about this one.

"Very well then, coffee and pie little one," He said. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet before she could protest. They were out the door and in His Audi in a flash and He reached over her to pull the seatbelt tight. His nose filled with the smell of her and His eyes began a disturbing transition from green to blue that she would not notice immediately. As He drew back to His seat His face was inches from her breasts, He stopped for a moment looking into her cleavage and then lifted His eyes to hers. A small smile curled His lips as her cunt suddenly went liquid and the smell of her arousal filled the car.

They pulled into the parking lot of the diner and He walked quickly to her door, opening it and taking her by the hand to pull her out of her seat. A cup of coffee, a piece of meringue pie and soon they were back in the car driving through the night.

She watched Him drive, He was a good driver, fast but not reckless. The powerful motor of the Audi pushing them along at high speeds, His eyes on the road watching and gauging distances and opportunities. Suddenly He took a quick turn off the highway and headed down a dark road. She sat upright in her seat and watched the road trying to remember the twists and turns He was taking.

"Where are we going Sir?" she whispered.

He smiled, "to a very special place girl, I think you'll find it quite interesting."

She was afraid, she'd heard of Men like Him, charming, smooth, yet oddly dangerous. Girls got in cars with Men like that and never reappeared. He paid no heed to her trepidation, even though He could feel it wash over Him like a warm stream. He was in charge and her fears were not His concern.

They pulled into the driveway of the large farmhouse; she looked around through the windows and noticed that there were no lights anywhere that she could see. As He left the driver's seat and came around the car He pressed a button on His remote and the lights in the house came on, giving it an appealing façade. She could hear music playing and there was a sense of a homecoming about the whole place.

He took her hand and led her into the house, showing her the living room He suggested she have a seat on the couch while He grabbed something to drink for them. Obviously, He had done this before as He reappeared almost immediately with a pitcher of iced tea and some snacks which He set on the table. She expected Him to join her on the couch, but He sat in a big easy chair where He could see her clearly and then lifted the remote to the TV.

The show that came on was apparently shot on a home video camera and she was startled about 5 minutes into it to recognize the stripper. She had been tied hands and ankles together with a gag in her mouth and the Man was lifting her onto a table with a machine at the end. fireinnereyes gasped as she saw the penile shaped attachment pressed against the stripper's cunt and then the Man pulled her back to it, the metal slowly sliding inside her. A flip of a switch and the Man stepped away as the hydraulic cock slid in and out of her at a slow steady speed.

She watched, fascinated, repelled and extremely aroused all at the same time. When the Man began spanking the girl with the large wooden paddle, she moaned. He was saying things like, "so you naughty little slut, is this what you were hoping for?"

Her mind was twisting as she watched the video, suddenly wishing that she was the girl on the screen, wanting more than anything to be used and taken in that fashion. All the Men she knew treated her like a piece of crystal, she wanted to be used roughly and made to scream in ecstasy like the stripper on the screen. She wanted to be that naughty, nasty, bawdy girl that lived deep in the recesses of her mind and she suddenly found her self, hand in lap digging at herself like a common slut.

He laughed from His chair, she looked up blushing. What had she been thinking? She didn't know this Man, look at the things He did to girls. She should get out of here.

He watched the thought run across her mind then spoke, "girl, get over here right now." When she hesitated, He repeated Himself, "NOW!! I don't like waiting!"

Her feet reluctantly lifted her and led her over in front of the Man. He looked at her appraisingly, "remove your clothing girl, I want to see what you look like under those dowdy clothes."

She blushed and thought about running, but it was too late. Something was happening here and she wanted to follow it through. Her hands unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off, she lowered her skirt to the floor and stepped out of it, and stood there in her bra and panties.

"I said remove your clothing slut," He growled. "All of it."

In a moment she stood naked in front of Him, her hands sliding from her nipples to her pussy in a futile attempt to block His eyes. Then He growled, He actually growled ... a long deep rumbling sound that shook her to her spine. Her hands dropped to her side and He filled His eyes with her.

She was stunning, her breasts full and yet still proudly jutting, the nipples hard as rocks under His eyes. Her waist narrowed and then curved to a set of full hips which framed her flat belly and the slight whisp of hair tracking down to her moist cunt. Her legs were long and strong, she'd done some dancing somewhere He thought and the overall impression was of a girl, as yet only played lightly with ... certainly not used in the way that He had in mind for her. Her innocence and shyness were attractive, but so was the light in her eye as she suddenly glanced up and locked with His vision. They stared into each others eyes a moment, she noticing a shift in the color of His to a startling blue that seemed to fill His entire eye, then she lowered her eyes again.

His hand suddenly lunged out and grabbed her hair, dragging her to her knees between His legs and pressing her face into His groin. His hardness rubbing against her face through His slacks made her head spin, and when He spoke and told her to take it out she stammered, "Sir? Take what out?"

He growled again, "My cock you little slut, My cock that you feel pressing against you, that your mouth is watering for even as We discuss it. Don't play dumb with Me girl, you'll regret it."

Her hands lifted into His lap and undid His belt, flipped the snap on His trousers and reached into to wrap her small hand around His hard tool. She gasped when she felt it in her hand, it was hot, and hard, and throbbing and when she released it the purple head waved in front of her face, covered with a thin slime from His precum.

His hand in her hair pushed her face inexorably down onto His manhood, "open your mouth girl, take it all."

She moaned and tried to resist as He pressed against her lips, but a sudden savage twist of her hair forced her to gasp and the smooth head of His cock slid over her lips and past her teeth, without even thinking her tongue traced the round bulbous head and slipped into the slit on top, lapping up the copious amount of juice that had gathered on Him.

He jabbed upward as she started to get comfortable with the cock in her mouth, tracing the vein that throbbed down the side her face pressing closer and closer to His groin. The sudden thrust drove Him into her throat, she choked but He didn't relinquish His grip and forced her to adjust to His size. As she finally caught a breath through her nose, He began stroking in and out of her face, His hands in her hair guiding the speed and depth of each stroke were demanding and on the few occasions she tried to take over He twisted her hair again and put her back on His plan.

She sucked His cock for what seemed like hours, the taste filling her mouth, the texture smooth yet firm and relished the little grunts and moans He made as she became more and more frantic with her mouth. He was pumping into her mouth hard now, and as she dove exceptionally deep on Him ... He suddenly exploded down her throat with no warning. She gagged at the hot sticky jism as it flowed over her uvula and then gulped as His cream filled her mouth with sweet, salty cum. Her tongue worked over time and she swallowed and swallowed as He continued to fuck into her face brutally, His groin pressing her nose to the side with each stab and cutting her wind off. Finally, He stopped cumming and as she moaned and sucked the cock slowly it softened and slipped past her lips to hang down on her chin.

She gasped and moaned as He withdrew from her mouth, totally obsessed with this Man by now. He rose from His chair and looked down at the naked girl on her knees. Grabbing her hair He dragged her across the room to a door ... she squealed at the pain in her hair, but followed as quickly as she could on her knees. He opened the door, reached in and flipped a switch and she saw a long staircase leading down into darkness. Lifting her to her feet by the hair He wrapped His hand around her neck and led her down the stairs. At the bottom He hit another light switch and the room burst into light.

Her eyes went wide at the way the room was set up. There was a table with cuffs attached to two of the legs, a bench with a paddle on a hook that sat in the middle of the room, rope harnesses that hung down here and there like a tack room in a stables and a wall full of cruel looking devices like whips and paddles, some very sharp looking knives and a table that sat under the display with various other instruments scattered here and there. 

He dragged her to the table and threw her face down on the table, quickly securing her hands with the cuffs and even though she struggled and kicked, He managed to tie her feet to the other eyebolts on the legs of the table. She whimpered as He reached down and touched her wetness, His hand sliding between her lips to grab her hardened clitoris and twist it savagely.

He then left her on the table and went over to the shelf under the whips, humming a song and gathering the tools He planned to use on her. He paused for a second; thinking to Himself then grabbed a candle and a bucket of ice. As He left the area He turned back and grabbed a device that looked like a rib spreader only smaller ... He grinned, this would come in handy for what He had in mind.

The candle wax had pooled on her body, hardening slowly and the burn had left a yearning in her flesh for more. She was utterly shocked when He held the spreader device in front of her face. "Do you know what this if for girl?"

She shook her head no... but was afraid to utter a word. She wasn't actually sure she wanted to know, it looked dangerous and painful and she hoped He was just trying to scare her.

He bent over her ear, one hand running up and down her body where the wax had hardened, then whispered, "it's a cunt spreader slut, I'm going to insert it in your cunt, and pull your lips apart as wide as I can."

"Oh God," she cried. "Why, what did I do to You Sir? Why are you doing this to Me?"

He laughed, "because I can, because you want Me to, and because it pleases Me."

She felt the cold steel of the spreader as He placed it in her fuck hole. He twisted a knob on it and she felt her cunt open wider and wider and wider still, she imagined He could see clear through to her womb and shivered at the thought.

She wasn't expecting the ice. When He shoved the first cube into her cunt she flinched at the cold. The second cube sent her careening into madness, and the third put her over the top. An almost constant moan and whimper was trailing from her lips as He again took the candle, lighting it and then dripping the wax over her cunt to seal the ice inside. Her cunt spasmed at the cold and the heat and she came suddenly in a violent burst.

He watched the girl, He'd known that she was made for this from the moment He first spied her. Her body shook and quaked through the powerful orgasm and He held her down with His hand on the small of her back so she was unable to buck. Finally her orgasm started to subside.

He walked back over to the wall and took down a quirt. Similar to a crop but with long leather tendrils that would wrap and welt the flesh if properly applied. She was again unprepared, the quirt slashing across her ass, the tendrils snaking down to the soft inner flesh of her thigh. Wax flew from her buttocks as the quirt peeled it in large scales, again and again He slashed down on her until her ass was red and there was a criss cross of lash marks across her thighs.

He laid the quirt aside and peeled the wax from her nether region, being neither nice nor tender about it. She cried out as some of the fine hair over her pussy was yanked out with the wax but she was tied tightly and she had no option but to bear it. When the plug slid out of her cunt lips, the water from the melted ice ran down her thighs like urine, causing her to blush and squirm under His hand.

She screamed when He plunged two of His large fingers into her tight cunt and yanked the spreader from her, then plunged them back in and started a steady driving series of strokes that soon had her ass tightening and her cunt hungry for more. Over and over He plowed the fingers into her, curling them inside her and massaging the walls, finding her gspot and rubbing till she was panting then stopping to let her slide back down to some kind of normalcy.

By this time she was crazed, all she could think of was this Man, the way He used her, almost as if she were a toy for His pleasure. No man had ever treated her like this, she loved it, she wanted more. She wanted this Man to use her hard and make her feel like this always, she had become His without even the knowledge of what that meant.

Finally she managed to speak, "Sir, please Sir, oh please Sir help me."

His voice was stern yet questioning, "help you how girl?'

"Sir, I need more, I want more, please use me ... I've ... I ... I've never felt like this, I think I'm going mad, please Sir whatever you want, just use me!" He smiled, it was done. He'd transformed the shy withdrawn girl into a raging fuck slut; she would never be the same again no matter what happened. He released her legs, and then her hands. She slumped to the floor and He looked down at her. The sudden growl made her jump. "Get on your feet slut, stand up now!"

As she rose to her feet unsteadily, her body still tingling from the last orgasm, her knees shaking at the intensity of feelings that went through her, He grabbed her arm and steered her to the bench she had seen before. He bent her over it and told her to grasp the rings on the floor in front of her. She wondered what He had in mind for her now, but it really didn't matter, she was willing to do anything.

"Girl, I'm going to pleasure Myself with your body now. If you release those rings I will stop, you will get dressed and I will call you a cab back to town. Do you understand Me girl?"

"Yes Sir," she whispered, "I'll hold on, please use this girl."

He smiled as He came up behind her. His hand reached down through the slit and caressed her swollen tender lips. She pushed back to His hand moaning like a bitch cat in heat. When He placed the head of His cock against her wetness she let out a long howl like a wild animal singing to the moon, and when He plunged straight into her, her ass rose and her knees braced and she cried out, "thank you Sir, oh god thank you!'

His hips moved into a steady rhythm and He watched His cock plunge in and out of her tight cunt from behind, He loved the way the lips stuck to His cock as He pulled back, like a lover reluctant to release Him. He reveled in the sight of His cock pushing inch by inch into her amazing heat, the juices literally pouring from her, trickling down the inside of her thighs. Faster and faster He pounded into the girl until each stroke brought a grunt or a squeal as He hit bottom.

Her lust was amazing, He'd found a treasure here. It had been a long time since He had owned a little slut the way He did this one. The thought sent lightning shooting through His spine, a warning that this would not last much longer.

The girl felt Him speed up, felt the head of His cock swelling in her and sobbed out loud, "oh yes Sir, fill me, use me, make this little slut your fucktoy."

He suddenly drove forward harder than before and found Himself pinned in her from behind. The force of His orgasm made Him shudder and shake as He suddenly exploded into her clutching cunt and sprayed her walls with His jism.

She felt the shaft buck, the head expand and then contract as He pumped what seemed like endless amounts of cum into her tight hole. She suddenly was thrown into another violent orgasm, barely able to hold onto the rings, but afraid if she did He would send her home. After this, she wasn't sure she could ever go home.

He finished filling her and held tight in her for a moment, relishing the wet heat of her and the spasms that shook her body repeatedly then stepped back and watched the cum dribble out of her cunt. He reached down and grabbed her hair and pulled her up to Him, His lips meeting hers, His tongue driving into her mouth and twisting with hers in a long, delicious kiss. Finally, He released her and pointed to a room off the main dungeon, there's a shower there girl, go clean yourself and when you're done join Me in the living room. There's a robe in there that should fit you nicely.




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A few minutes later she came up the stairs, cleaned, her eyes downcast and averted, a charming blush on her face and approached the Man. "Sir?" she asked. "May I join you?"

He looked at her and pointed to the ground at His feet where He had placed a soft pillow, "you may sit there girl."

As she sat He turned to the television and lifted the remote, the video sprung into life and the girl cringed. She saw herself bound on the table, the quirt wrapping around her ass. Her face was a bright red, and she looked up at the Man.

"You will make a beautiful slave, girl. You now belong to Me."

She bowed her head and a single tear of gratitude dropped from her eye. She was glad that His first impression of her had been so accurate. She would be safe with this Man, and she would be a good slave.



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Matthew Glenshaw's heavy footsteps echoed across the courtyard of the Pacific Breeze Apartments building. Trudging along the stone walkway towards the outer stairwell, he took the opportunity to observe his new, unfamiliar surroundings. He casually noted the freshly cut grass, neatly trimmed hedges, and delicately arranged flower beds as he walked past them. Although the complex was only two miles from the ocean, and was constantly awash in the Pacific's strong offshore winds, he could still smell the vaguely acrid smell of wet paint emanating from the stucco on the building's simple, unassuming facade. Matt already felt reassured that the new apartment would be a sure step up from his last.

A tall, well built young man of twenty-three years, Matt had been a Marine for the first four years of his adult life. The demanding physical fitness regimen transformed his once scrawny physique into something any young man would be proud of. Six feet tall, Lean, well-defined and toned to near perfection. A rookie mistake on the rifle range during his basic training days had left a half-inch scar on his right cheek, giving character to an otherwise unremarkable face. He still opted to keep his naturally wavy brown hair in the standard Marine Corps fashion; barely a quarter inch long on top and clipped down the roots everywhere else. The classic high-and-tight look.

Since leaving the Corps, Matt had applied himself toward his new career as an electrician's apprentice, an endeavor sure to occupy him for at least another two years. Since apartments in this town didn't come cheap, and apprentices didn't earn much, Matt had spent the last year living with a college student that he often regretted not throwing off the roof when he had the chance. They only ever fought, it seemed, and always over the most trivial things. It got so bad that Matt gave up his security deposit just to exit his lease a month early. Combing through the "roommates wanted" section of Craigslist eventually brought him here, Pacific Breeze Apartments. The offer was perfect for him. As affordable as his old place, in a nicer neighborhood, and even closer to work. There was only one part of the deal he had yet to factor in. His potential new roommate, a girl about his age named Kelly.

Matt had never roomed with a girl before, and he wasn't sure he wanted to, since he knew it could get awkward if he wasn't careful. But the pickings for his price range and location were pretty slim. So, through a series of e-mails, they determined that they should at least meet face to face before making any decisions. Oddly enough to Matt, the ad she placed online stated that she was specifically looking for a male roommate. So he reasoned that she must know what to expect from a guy, which meant he wouldn't have to fib about his cleanliness or his online habits. He still had to figure out how to handle bringing girls over for the night, however. He didn't want a "date" with a different girl every couple of weeks to give her the wrong impression, or create unnecessary drama. He hoped she wouldn't care as long as he left her out of it, and kept the noise down as best he could. Well, that's what these meetings are for, he thought.

Matt reached the stairwell on the building's north side and jogged the two flights of stairs up to the third floor. He continued down the walkway looking for apartment 313. After a short search, he arrived at Kelly's door and knocked. Waiting for the door to open, he figured the window about three feet away from the door was probably the window for 313, and attempted to peer inside. No luck. The heavy curtains on the other side were drawn shut. After a few moments, and another couple of knocks, the door opened and Matt found himself face to face with an especially attractive young woman in a white terry cloth bathrobe. Matt was momentarily caught off guard at the sight of her. She was about half a head shorter than he was, with shoulder length red hair. A dark, fiery red that Matt adored but almost never came naturally. Her wide almond-shaped eyes sparkled a deep hazel brown, while her lips sported a fresh, glossy apricot sheen. Her face was a stunning example of feminine beauty, though it had the full cheeks and the slightest bit of neck fat that indicated she might be carrying a few extra pounds. Her bathrobe did a lot to conceal her true figure, but Matt instantly judged that he would probably enjoy it if he saw it.

Quickly regaining his composure, Matt introduced himself. "Uh, hi. I'm Matthew, are you Kelly?" he said.

"Yup, that's me. Nice to meet you." she replied cheerfully, extending her hand. Matt took it and shook gently, noticing the buttery smooth skin, short nails, and the long, tapered fingers. Much like the hands of an artist. "I hope my directions weren't too hard to follow."

"It was no problem. It's only ten minutes from where I go to work, so I know the area."

"Oh, lucky you then. Well, come on in before all the warm air gets out." she said.

Kelly stepped back to let him in, and let Matt shut the door behind him. He watched her as she turned around and led him through a narrow front entry way into the living room and kitchenette. He couldn't help staring at her ample backside swaying suggestively as she walked. Definitely some chub there, he thought.

Kelly walked up to the old, stained grey couch in the middle of the room and spun around, instantly locking eyes with Matt as she sat down on one of the arms and crossed her legs. "I'm so glad you responded to my ad. I've had no luck for the last week, and I really need someone to move in here quick so I don't lose this place." she said.

"That's what I'm here for." he replied.

"So Matthew, what made you want to leave your old place?" she inquired.

"I just needed to get out of there quick. I would have lost my mind if I had to stay there another month." he replied. "I go by Matt, by the way."

"All right then. Roommate trouble, Matt?"

"Like you wouldn't believe. The guy I roomed with before was some loser that barely held up his end of the rent, and never cleaned up after himself. We couldn't go a day without getting into a big argument over chores or money towards the end." he explained. "So why are you looking for a new roommate? Your last one give you problems, too?"

"Afraid so. My last roommate couldn't hold a job to save his life, and I always ended up covering for him when he was late on rent. It wouldn't have been so bad if he would have paid me back like he kept saying he would." she replied, leaning back to rest against the back of the couch.

"So your last roommate was a guy, too?" Matt asked.

"Yeah. My last three actually. I usually like living with guys more than girls, but he sure didn't make it easy for me. We did have a lot of fun together, though." she quickly added, one corner of her mouth curling up into small grin as she reminisced. "At least,when he wasn't draining my bank account and tap dancing on my last nerve."

"So what's wrong with living with girls?" Matt asked, hoping Kelly would highlight a pitfall or two he would make a note to avoid.

"Nothing really, until you get too many of us together. I shared a house with three other girls my freshman year in college, and sometimes things went great. Other times, things would get real catty, real fast. Four girls is definitely too much estrogen for one household. I've been living with guys ever since. It's much less hassle, even though I can't borrow their clothes to go clubbing, and they might pee on the toilet seat sometimes." she explained.

Matt had a chuckle at the joke. He was genuinely relieved at the revelation, though. So groups may be bad news, but maybe living with one girl, especially this one, might not be as dramatic as he feared.

"Well, if you know a better way to mark territory, I'd like to hear it." Matt retorted. "People ignore labels and sticky notes all the time. But you can't ignore getting piss on your hands when you touch something that ain't yours."

That earned a laugh from Kelly. "And how do you keep it from getting on yourself?"

"You really can't. But it's a small price to pay to keep someone else's hands off your shit."

Kelly laughed again. "Well don't worry. If you piss on something that can't be cleaned with a paper towel, you'll never have to fight me for it." They both had a laugh at that one.

"So what should I know about living with you?" Kelly asked.

Matt decided he could be perfectly honest with her. Their banter had done much to put him at ease and he believed he would sound like a better candidate if he was honest, perhaps jokingly so, about his flaws. "Well, let's see. I rinse and clean dishes, no problem. But I'm not so good at putting them away. I usually just take them out of the dishwasher as needed. I do my own laundry, and I don't mind you throwing yours in with it, as long as you want it washed with just anything that happens to be dirty in cold water, 'cause that's the only way I know how to do it. I don't smoke, I usually don't drink on weeknights, and I'm not a fan of people who do too much of either."

"Okay, nothing I haven't seen before then." Kelly said.

"So what about you? Anything I should know about?" Matt inquired.

"I'm much the same, with a few minor differences." she replied with a coy smile.

"Cool, it looks like we can get along. Which means I already like this place better than my old one." he said. "So, should we take the grand tour now?"

"Well, you can see most of the grand tour from here. We've got a living room and kitchenette all in one. The bathroom and bedrooms are down the hall," she added, motioning toward the hallway off to her right, "and the balcony is right out the back door behind me. That's about it. It's pretty basic, but it works."

"Works for me." Matt concurred.

"Okay then. So listen, do you think you could take a quick look around the living room by yourself while I go get out of this robe?" she asked.

"Sure, go right ahead." he answered.

"Great. Back in a jiff."

Matt watched her get up and leave, staring again at her ass while she moved quickly into the hallway towards her room. He wondered what she would be doing in a bathrobe at three o' clock in the afternoon. Maybe she was about to jump in the shower, he figured. He briefly imagined what that might look like, but soon turned his attention to the living room he might be using for the next year. He took a seat on the couch, which was firmer than it looked, and looked around the living room. The TV sat perched on top of a stand that looked like an old cabinet, minus the doors, that had been converted to the task. Inside it, a couple dozen DVDs sat stacked in neat rows next to a beat-up looking Xbox 360 with games piled on top of it. The coffee table was some build-it-yourself Ikea nightmare with dark circles stained into the wood from all the drinks that had been left on it without a coaster. The walls were decidedly austere, with only a few posters advertising old foreign films breaking the eggshell white monotony. Everything was kept neat and fairly tidy, but it all looked cheap and used. Well what did you expect? She just graduated from college, he told himself. He heard Kelly's voice speak to him from behind. "Did you want to see the view?"

That was fast, Matt thought. He turned his head and saw why. His eyes found Kelly standing in the hallway entrance. Stark naked.

He was right about Kelly being a little big, but not in a way that detracted from her beauty. It actually seemed to enhance it. Her breasts were on the larger side, nearly perfectly round and well-proportioned to her frame. A pair of terrific C cups, each crowned by a light pink half-dollar sized areola, punctuated by a pencil eraser sized nipple. She did have a thick waist for sure, but didn't appear to have an actual role of fat on it. It just looked like she had a big waist. The thickness accentuated her pubic lines, the mesmerizing V-shape nestled between two fleshy thighs that led his wandering eyes downwards. Her pubic mound was clean shaven, save for a thin strip of short hair trailing downwards to the narrow, reddish-pink shaft of her clit, which was not quite concealed by her enticingly full pussy lips.

Kelly stood with her hips tilted slightly to one side, her hands resting on their generous width. An amused grin crept onto her face as Matt remained seated, his eyes fixed on her exposed flesh. His jaw had actually dropped slightly as he drank her in with his eyes. "Uh, Kelly, you...you're..." he stammered.

"What? What's wrong?" she asked, puzzled. Looking down at herself, she gasped, one hand shooting upwards to cover her breasts, the other downwards to cover her pussy. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed in mock surprise before quickly dropping the act and laughing heartily, returning her hands to her waist.

"I'm a nudist." she explained, still chuckling as she did so. "I like the feeling of living naked, unrestrained by clothing. But I only do it behind closed doors, or on the balcony. It's a great feeling, but not worth getting arrested over, ya know?"

Matt willed himself out of his trance and commanded himself to look at her face. "Well, why didn't you tell me before, like, in your e-mails?"

"What's the difference? Whether I told you or not, you were still going to have to see me naked eventually." she replied.

"Yeah, but...I just think this is one of those things that you should let people know about beforehand. Or at least tell them before you get undressed." he said, suddenly wondering why he was protesting.

"How would that be fun?" she responded impishly. Suddenly turning serious, she added "I know you probably weren't counting on this, and I'll totally understand if you feel uncomfortable and want to leave. The truth is...I didn't tell you earlier because I really need help with the rent, and I didn't want to risk scaring you off before you even saw the place. You know, just in case you had some moral objections to nudity. I just don't think the human body is anything to be ashamed of. Everyone has one, after all. I like the way mine looks, and I don't care if the people I share a living space with see it. But like I said, I do understand if you have a problem with it, and I can wear clothes while you're around if you do. So...is this a problem?"

Matt was still shell-shocked from seeing a girl he had known for all of a few minutes suddenly appearing naked in front of him. But he did have some brainpower left. He tried to consider the possibilities involved here. He certainly had no problem with the way she looked, and a huge part of him would have liked nothing more than to have a hot roommate strutting around in the nude all the time. But he was also very aware that this could lead to some serious awkwardness for both of them if he didn't handle it right. He didn't have many options for a new home left, and he sure didn't want to screw this one up. But he was still a young, unattached man with all the likes and urges that came with it. He decided without too much deliberation that the benefits far outweighed the drawbacks. And he was sure he would eventually get used to it anyway. "I guess I'm cool with it if you are." he finally responded.

"Great." she chirped. "You don't have to wear clothes if you don't want to, either. I won't mind. Come on, let me show you the view."

Matt watched her walk into the humble kitchenette before standing up to follow her. His eyes were fixed on her gorgeously round ass cheeks bouncing up and down, her ass and legs jiggling slightly with every step.

"This is the kitchenette, by the way. I know everything in it looks old, but it all works." she said, suddenly stopping to point out the various appliances and accouterments. Detouring inside, she walked over to the refridgerator and opened it.

"Do you want something to drink?" she asked, turning her head to look at him.

"Um, no. No I'm all right, thank you." he replied.

Kelly shrugged and turned her attention to the contents of the fridge. Spotting what she was looking for, she bent down at the waist to retrieve a can of Diet Coke from the bottom shelf. As she did so, Matt was treated to a full, unencumbered view of her pussy. Her inner lips were the same reddish tint as her clit, and extended maybe an inch below her outer lips. Her tight, pink asshole sat invitingly just above them, tightening slightly as she uttered a couple of meager coughs. In the light shining in through the window over the sink, he was positive he could see a faint glimmer of moisture between the inner folds of her pussy, conjuring forth in Matt's imagination a flurry of images and scenarios of the worst kind.

Miraculously, her ass and thighs were mostly devoid of the cottage cheese texture of cellulite. So was the rest of her, for that matter. Walking and standing were somewhat more challenging now, as his cock had been stirred from it's slumber and now strained uncomfortably against the fabric of his left pant leg. He hoped she wouldn't notice, but he wasn't sure if he could keep it hidden. His jeans were a tight fit, and readjusting himself would be too obvious. What would she do if she notices? he wondered. Part of him thought a girl brazen enough to appear naked in front of a near total stranger wouldn't care, but there was also the chance that it would make her uncomfortable. Having a guy around you while you're naked, even if he's naked himself, is one thing. Being naked around a guy with a constant raging hard-on is something else.

After closing the door and cracking open her drink, she exited the kitchenette and returned her attention to the balcony door. He stood to one side with his hand on his pant leg to hide his growing member. As she passed in front of Matt, their eyes met. She gave him a slight smirk, apparently pleased at his all too obvious reaction to her little peep show. All he could do was sheepishly return the gesture.

She slid open the the back door and walked out, with Matt close behind. She appeared to shiver as the cool coastal air washed over her. The balcony was small, about three by seven feet with clean white railing, topped with a cool length of stainless steel tubing. From the third floor of the complex, one could clearly see the beach in the distance, with mostly tall trees and other apartment buildings filling in the space in between. It did make for a pleasant, if not spectacular view. Matt was only dimly aware of it, however. He was closely admiring another view, even though he tried to not make it obvious. Kelly stood with her arms folded over the railing, bent over slightly, her ass sticking out while she slowly moved it side to side, as if to taunt him.

"So here's the view. Nothing that might inspire great landscape art, but it is what it is. The balcony is great for getting a tan, though. If you put a towel down here," she said as she pantomimed laying a towel down on the balcony tile, "and lie down around ten or eleven o' clock, the sun hits you just right."

"Great. I'll keep that in mind." Matt replied.

"So, do you want to see your room now?" Kelly asked, taking a long swig of her Coke.

"Sure." he answered, trying to keep his eyes from wandering at least while she was looking at him.

"Glad to hear it. It's fucking cold out here!" she exclaimed

Kelly turned her body towards the doorway and shimmied sideways to get by Matt on the narrow walkway, her ass brushing right up against Matt's restrained, but fully hard cock. His heart jumped when she squeezed past him. He wondered if she had felt it against her ass, and decided that she must have. She made no indication that she had felt it, or at was at least offended by it as she walked through the door. Still, Matt blushed slightly as he could no longer imagine that she was unaware of his predicament.




First Impressions



"Thanks for letting me hang out here for the weekend." 

"Oh yeah, no problem. It's the least I could do since you watched Donny the last time I went out of town." Kyle said referring to his Labrador.

Miranda clung to her overnight bag looking around her new environment. Gradually she took a few steps further into the living room and made mental notes of the exits as well as where the other rooms of importance were located. 

"Here" Kyle said extending a hand toward her "I'll show you back to the guest room and let you get settled in." He took her bag and waved her down the hallway, taking a moment to look at the curve of her ass as she strutted through the narrow hall.

"This one?" Miranda said startling him 

"Yeah, on the left. Sorry there's no door, but we can put a sheet up for privacy. We had to take the door off to replace my brother's down the hall until we could afford another."

"Oh, no need for a sheet, I'll just change in the bathroom." Miranda walked toward the dresser, bending down to empty the contents of her overnight bag into the first drawer. She set her toiletries on the top of the dresser as well as a small alarm clock. Kyle quietly retreated but stopped in the hall to observe her as she undertook her task.

Funny that only a few months ago she had stayed with him and his wife as their live-in. He watched her day in and day out, secretly thinking of all he wanted to do to her. He was a good man though. He was never the type to stray from his wife even if she was frigid and unwilling. Well, now that Kyle and Laney had split he was a free man, but Miranda was such a sweet girl. He could only dream of being with her. Kyle sighed and walked to the living room.

"Ben will be here shortly, we'll get dinner as soon as he comes in and gets changed."

"Okay, it'll be cool to meet your brother." Miranda said muffled by the barrier of wall. She peeked her head around the corner "Tell me if this is too slutty." Slowly a pale leg crossed the threshold; following suit was the well-proportioned form of Miranda. Her hair was up in a loose bun allowing tendrils of rogue hairs to fall around her face and down her neck. Only spaghetti straps graced her creamy shoulders, flowing down to become a simple, short, formfitting black dress. The mounds of her D cup breasts nearly threatened to topple from the top of the simple piece of fabric.

Kyle gawked for a moment "No! I mean, it's not slutty y-you look" he stammered "You look amazing."

Miranda gave a light blush and hid her face. "Glad you like it. Want to hear something funny?"

Kyle lifted a brow curiously "Sure."

"I used to have a crush on you. I'd even wear my best nighties when I lived with you, just in case you happened to see me in the evenings." She brushed a hair over her ear. The simplicity and the innocence of the movement were arousing, and her confession, caused Kyle's cock to stir.

"Really? Used to?" He cleared his throat and gave a sly grin. "You going to wear shoes tonight or do I need to carry you around?"

Miranda laughed, it was a thick velvety sound that caused his groin to throb.

"Well, I couldn't tell you I had a crush now, it just wouldn't be done. And yes, I'm going to wear shoes but first I'm going to get a glass of water."

Kyle followed Miranda into the kitchen waiting to see which cabinet she would assume the glasses were in. She stood on her tip toes, her small amply endowed frame a mere 5'1, reaching for the first cabinet to the right of the sink. He smiled to himself before stepping up behind her almost touching, taking her hand and moving it one cabinet over. Miranda nearly reached the knob but lost her balance. Kyle caught her swiftly turning her to face him. Something about the way Miranda's breathing changed, the way her eyes looked him over, caused his cock to harden. Miranda licked her lips as she looked down the length of his body, to the area where his now ridged member grazed her bellybutton.

"Guess I'm not the only one with a crush." She swallowed, returning his gaze.

"Yeah...um, sorry." Kyle started to pull away and excuse himself but Miranda held him to her.

"It's okay you know. I'm here, you're here...we want each other." Miranda smiled slyly taking Kyle's hand and putting it between her thighs. His fingers met the satiny fabric of her panties, his eyes widening at the dampness he felt. "See?" She whispered.

All at once Kyle's defenses fell, his cock stood hard and ready. God she smelt so good. Her dampness and firm body beckoned him. He picked her up setting her on the countertop with some force, his knelt putting his face between her thighs taking in the scent of her. The feeling of her hands along the back of his freshly cut hair had him tugging at the string of her satin thong. He fought with it a moment before Miranda put her hands on the counter lifting herself just enough for him to win the battle. He looked up at her as she set herself back down and leaned into his ear. "Fuck me, please." She whispered. The raspy need in her voice over took him. 

He picked her up and moved to the kitchen table with her legs wrapped around him. He put her down angled across the corner of the table. Her hands unbelted his pants during the move, startling him with the realization that he no longer needed to undo his jeans. He hastily pulled them down, kicking them off with one quick thought of 'Thank god I wasn't wearing shoes either'.

Miranda reached for his cock, caressing the tip of him. She used her ankle to hook him behind his buttock and pull him toward her. Her mouth parted and he knew what she wanted. She laid a simple kiss upon the head of his prick, proceeding to taste him. Her tongue swirled around his head and teased his hole; she made long lavishing strokes down his shaft then took him hungrily into her mouth. The velocity at which she moved surprised him. His knees buckled as he gave over to the feeling of her heat. Miranda positioned herself up on one elbow reaching for Kyle's hand with her free arm. She put his hand on the back of her head, pausing a moment to look up at him, her eyes giving him a long look with a slow nod, she resumed sucking him. Her tongue never faltered in twisting along him in every inch she took in of him. He took her cue and grasped the loose bun pushing her down and controlling the depth of her taking. His breathing became ragged as he neared his end, his arm swiftly pumping her up and down his shaft like a mad man. She struggled a few times digging her nails into his ass as she gagged. He pulled himself back out of her reach leaving her void.

Miranda looked at Kyle, her eyes wild, her breathing erratic. She lay back over the table, letting her hand move over her body spreading her legs to show him how much she yearned for him. Her pussy was shaven, engorged and the perfect shade of pinky brown. Still closed even though she was spread eagle let him know she was tight. Her juices leaked onto the table as her fingertip felt for her clit. She gasped letting her eyes flutter shut. 

Kyle stood astonished at the sight. The woman he fantasized about was here, gave him head and was now playing with herself in front of him on the kitchen table. The whole ordeal was overwhelming and the throb of his prick brought him back from the surreal images dancing around in his mind. He moved to the table pulling her to the edge of the table and rubbing the head of his cock against her slickness. She moaned under him, struggling to move closer and take his cock into her. Kyle could feel the heat of her pussy like a breath on his dick, but wanting to tease her more he smiled to himself leaning over her and kissing her navel. Miranda's back arched at the sensation, her hand gripping the edge of the table as he trailed his tongue down the artful V of her body. He licked around her, teasing her, placing gentle bites on her thighs causing her to groan and beg under her breath. He laid his tongue out flat against her giving her a once over. He tapped her clit with his tongue then sucked it in between his teeth, showing her no mercy as she grasped the back of his head and yelped. His tongue flicked over and over against the firm button of her aching center, while taking two fingers and sliding them into her. She bucked at the sensation causing the table to shudder. Her whimpers nearly too much, causing him to stretch tight against his own skin. Kyle felt his pre-cum drop against his thigh, as he let out a groan into her shaven muff.

"Front Door" said an automated voice.

"Uh...Kyle?" followed a male voice.

"Shit!" Kyle breathed.

Kyle started to lean and pull his pants up but Miranda held him to her, giving him a shake of her head. "No, no, no...please." She whimpered giving the strange new man one look and nothing more.

"Ben, I uh..."

"It's cool bro. Continue, can't leave her wanting." Ben smirked taking his shirt off and throwing it into the nearby hamper of the utility area.

Miranda flexed under Kyle bringing his attention back to her. A bit confused, Kyle faltered but leaned to continue, hearing Ben leave the room. Miranda moaned greedily reaching for Kyle in any way she could. Kyle's cock swelled again and he took the initiative. Putting the head of himself against her swollen pussy, he wrapped his arms under her thighs and slammed into her. Miranda yelped, a sound that surely the neighbors heard but he no longer cared. He pushed and pulled her over his thick cock as if she were a rag doll. Miranda bucked and squealed grasping the edges of the table and arching her back. For a moment, she stilled. Kyle followed her eyes across the kitchen to the doorway where his brother stood watching. Kyle looked back to Miranda; she gazed at his brother oddly, before licking her lips and smiling. 

"Kyle?" Ben murmured his cock pressing obviously against the slacks he was wearing.

"Ben..." Kyle puzzled.

"Yes." Miranda said nodding. "Yes please."

Ben stood still exchanging a look with Kyle before moving toward the edge of the table. "Let me watch." He said his face emotionless and unreadable.

Kyle picked up as if nothing happened. The rate that he slammed Miranda over his cock forced the sound of slapping flesh to echo through the room. Miranda appeared near tears, her body flailing lost to the moment. Ben stood by stroking himself watching the anomaly on his kitchen table. He moved his slacks down over his hips leaving himself nude, as he lay back against the bar. He watched his little brother fucking the girl he'd only heard stories of as he used his hand, pretending it were her. Ben let out a moan that got the couple's attention. Miranda reached out to and pulled him toward the table. She gave Kyle a look before pulling her legs up and pushing him away with her feet. He looked at Ben with a smirk and a nod. "Go ahead."

Ben didn't ask questions. He merely stated "off the table". Miranda did as instructed on wobbly legs to have him forcefully turned her and lean her over the table corner. He stuck the head of his cock in her soaked hole beginning to pound away ruthlessly. He looked to his brother and nodded as Miranda cried out into the table. Kyle took a place in front of Miranda putting his dick to her lips. "Suck." Ben said firmly, taking her bun in one hand, forcing her mouth over the length of Kyle's swollen cock. Ben quickly found rhythm pounding into her while forcing her up and down his brother's cock. The sensation was astounding. Miranda's quivering slit tightened and released around his throbbing pole as he swelled for release. 

"Fuck Kyle, I'm coming!" the elder brother rasped.

Miranda cried out over Kyle's cock as her pussy clenched and rained over Ben's thickness. He grabbed her head and pushed her down Kyle's length watching him spasm as the woman on his cock quivered and choked, causing her slick spurting pussy to convulse around him, taking him for everything he had.

The world seemed to stand still as Ben released his grip on the woman. Kyle took a step back, looking Miranda over as his brother pulled out, dripping their mixed juices all over the floor. Miranda remained bent over, her eyes closed and her breathing shallow. Slowly the world seemed to come to its senses. Kyle helped Miranda stand up watching her in awe as her eyes fluttered open. Ben quietly leaned against the table, watching.

"Miranda, this is my brother, Ben." Kyle smiled giving the introduction.

Miranda smiled offering a dainty hand "It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Ben grinned giving her a firm handshake.