0 comments/ 33272 views/ 5 favorites Ian's A+ By: tomthumper To Ms. Jones' annoyance, Ian raised his hand when she asked the class if anyone had forgotten their gym strip. "Again, Ian?" The rest of the class snickered. Red faced, Ian nodded while behind him big blond Trent Larson acted the spaz, flopping his muscular arm over his desk, provoking hoots from his cronies. "Quiet!" Ms. Jones, in six-inch heels, clacked over to Trent's desk, a ruler in her hand. Trent continued thumping his arm and making remarks to his brutish friends. Trent was the sleek and muscular type - a shark amongst seals. The shark yelped as Ms. Jones smacked his fin. "Sorry Ma'am," Trent muttered, running his eyes up her slender legs, across her black mini-skirt and coming to a rest on her large breasts, held snugly in a red velvet tank top that made her pale white skin seem almost alabaster. Ms. Jones dressed with an eye to keeping her male students' attentions. "Off you go to Coach Bulzwaker," she said, pushing the thick black frame of her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose. The class rose nearly as one. Trent held his hand to his crotch (not from pain) his eyes blazing. Ian rose as well, hauling his baggy pants over his hips as he did. "Not you, Ian," Ms. Jones said briskly. The class snickered. They knew what that meant. "Bend over my desk, Ian," Ms. Jones said once the door was shut and they were alone. She took her riding crop down from its holder over the blackboard. Her strap was talked about in hushed tones of fear and reverence. "But--but--" Ian stammered. "The other boys, especially Trent-- I can't go into the locker room!" He couldn't look her in the eye, instead he stared at her chest. "So you admit purposely forgetting your gym clothes," said Ms. Jones, trying to sound stern. "We'll talk about bullying in a moment, but first--" She took a breath. "Your punishment." Ian opened his mouth, but seeing the look in Ms. Jones' eyes and the way she smacked the strap into her other hand, he bent over the desk, pulling up his jeans so she would have a better target. She always required a good target when spanking boys. "You should know better than to lie to me, Ian. A senior shouldn't be stooping to such nonsense!" The strap smacked across Ian's perky bottom, making the young man gasp. "You are hurting yourself you know. You should be exercising, making your body even more beautiful!" The strap whistled through the air and whacked his cheeks again. Both of their faces were red. Ms. Jones struck yet again and again. Ian could feel the dreadful stinging radiating all over his poor bottom. He tried to fight the sensation, but failed. Oh, he was twisted in knots, his crotch pressed against Ms. Jones' solid oak table. It--it felt so good! Ms. Jones stood with her feet wide apart, swinging the cane hard and fast, positively lashing the boy. Ian's ass was full and round under those silly baggy pants and the cane raised a most delicious THWACK! as she swung. She was in control, full of lusty energy, hot and able to do anything she pleased. Ian could only obey her. He was a horny teenaged boy, totally under his beautiful teacher's sway. "That's--" THWACK! "That is enough," she said regretfully, patting Ian's stinging bottom with just enough force to elicit another moan from the bent over eighteen year old. He stood up, making sure his jeans slid back down to their usual baggy position. His knees were trembling and his bottom felt like it was crisscrossed with a hundred cattle brands. But he didn't feel the pain. He could only stare, breathing heavily, at Ms. Jones' heaving bosom. He was sure he could see erect nipples. He glanced up at her red lips, parted as she panted for air. Sweat ran down the side of her flushed cheek. "Now Ian," she said, slumping into the large chair behind her desk. "Come and sit with me and talk about this bullying." Ian's face flushed even redder and he turned awkwardly to pull a chair up to the teacher's desk. "No." Ms. Jones grinned. "Come sit here." She patted her lap, uncrossing her slender legs. Ian's eyes widened and for a panicked moment he thought of refusing. But if he did say no there would be more caning and then the stirring could be impossible to contain. "Yes, Ms. Jones." He slid meekly onto her lap. Her hand slipped casually under his t-shirt as he perched himself. She could feel the vibrations of his tensed muscles. He felt the hardness of a nipple pressing into his side. "Now tell me," she said, running her hand over his muscular back. "Tell me all about the bullying in the boys locker room." "I-- I can't!" Ian was blushing furiously, loving how Ms. Jones' cool hand stroked his back. "It's in the shower they--" He broke off. "They do what, honey?" Ms. Jones purred. "You and the other boys are naked, your muscles sore from playing. You're probably all soapy and everyone is sneaking peeks at every else." Ian started. "All very natural." She smiled dazzlingly at him. "I'd like to see that--to get insight into the teenage male's mind." "But it's not natural!" Ian protested. "That's why they hold me to the wall and pull on me and laugh. They told the girls and now they laugh at me too! Suzie Meyers jumped into my lap on a dare, but she got hers!" "Oh Ian!" Ms. Jones squeezed his leg. She was startled how his muscles twitched! "It isn't the size that matters," she lied. "It is how you use it." "Trent said no one would ever want me." Ian cast his eyes down, letting them dwell on the valley of Ms. Jones' cleavage. "Well, if you don't believe me," Ms. Jones said, snatching hold of his zipper, "you'll have to show me!" "No, Ms. Jones!" Ian leapt to his feet, the zipper still firmly in her hand, and his pants fell to the floor. As he tried vainly to cover himself, Ms. Jones tried to smother a giggle. What had the poor boy done to himself? He had on the tightest little briefs, but beneath it was coiled the most ridiculously large outline. 'He's gone and stuffed his pants to boost his poor ego,' thought Ms. Jones. 'I must help myself...I mean him!' She slipped onto her knees and pressed Ian against the table. "You don't have to try and impress me," she said, running her hands over his firm round ass. "I'm not trying." He tried to pull away. "Please, I'm so ashamed." "You sit still and I'll judge if you have anything to be ashamed of." She fixed a smile on her face -- no telling how small he was -- and yanked down his underwear, expecting a pair or two of sports socks to drop into her lap. But no socks dropped only her jaw. Instead, a twelve-inch schlong unfurled out like a great giraffe and peered down at her eagerly with its one great eye. Ms. Jones goggled. Pay dirt! "I know," said Ian sadly. "It's too big." Ms. Jones reach up and stroked the sides of him, pulsing veins rose to the surface easily. She ran her hand up and down, spell bound. This was a magic staff! "Oh, Ms. Jones," he moaned. "Please don't tease me! It feels too good." "I don't tease," said Ms. Jones, getting a hold of herself. "I teach." Slowly and deliberately she licked his swollen head. Ian sobbed, the knuckles of his hands going white, gripping the table's edge. "You need to relax," Ms. Jones said, slipping off her top and letting her large boobs gently smack his cock. "This is going to be pleasant." "Your tits, they're so --" Ian's cock grew thicker and longer with each longing glance. "So big and beautiful!" "I've seen you ogle them when I pick up the chalk." Ms. Jones pushed her boobs together, sandwiching Ian's dong. She made a point of bending over every class. "Yes, I do look!" grunted Ian, his cock head bobbing up and down between her boobs. "Your class is the worst. I get so big I can hardly walk. And then it's time for gym!" "You poor boy," said Ms. Jones, lowering her chin so she could lick the precum oozing from Ian's cock. "You get so big from slutty old me and then Trent gets his hands on you in the locker-room." She slipped her hands around the base of his cock shaft and squeezed tightly. She didn't want any explosions, just yet. "Trent especially! He gets me in the shower alone and pulls and pulls, until--oh fuck, your boobs!" Ian was fucking Ms. Jones tits hard. She could feel the pressure building at the base. "You've never fucked a woman, have you, Ian?" She stood up and leaned over him. His cock left a trail of cum all over the front of her min-skirt. "No. No, Ma'am." He almost looked scared. "Well," she said, unzipping the skirt and letting it fall to the ground. "Today is your lucky day. I'm tired of being the world's best cock-tease. I'm ready for the country's biggest cock." She grabbed his dong and pulled him off the table. She rubbed the head all over the front of her red thong, letting the cotton soak up all the clear liquid that bubbled up as she squeeze him. Turning, she rubbed her bottom up and down, letting him slide up between her cheeks, allowing his hands to squeeze her tits hard. His hands were almost large enough to cup them! As he gasped and swore, she pulled away from him and climbed up on the table, spreading her legs wide. "Fuck my moist, horny, CUNT!" she barked gleefully. Ian growled and ripped her panties off her round full ass. "I'm gonna fuck your snatch, Ms. Jones," he whispered huskily. "Come on," Ms. Jones urged, spreading and closing her legs like a fan. "Here is what you want." The dark triangle was a humid delta that Ian lusted to penetrate. Hefting his cock in one hand Ian pushed between her legs, and shoved his cock into her juicy pussy. His hands grabbed her titties and she could smell the testosterone rise from his olive skin. "Oh, God!" cried Ms. Jones, as her pussy stretched to swallow his hard-on helmet. It was like one of those aircraft carrier shells! "I'm sorry!" Ian started pulling back. His voice had changed back to a timid geek. "Is it too much?" "No, no!" Ms. Jones grabbed her ruler and began smacking Ian's already sore ass. "Fuck me, you hung horse!" She shoved herself onto him, wrapped her legs around his, clawed his back with one hand and continued spanking him with the other. The spanking unleashed the fuck-monster in Ian. He plowed deep into Ms. Jones snatch and she cried out like a startled virgin. She never expected to feel this way again, not after all those nights spread on the pool table at Mike's Bike Bar. She had made "stroking the velvet" an erotic password for the members of at least two biker gangs. She pushed Ian's head between her boobs as his cock spread her wider and wider. She was babbling now, crazy with the pleasure, stroking the velvet back of his neck, watching his buttocks contract and release as his tree- trunk cock tickled every inch of her. She could feel him tremble and shudder and at that instant his enormous cock pressed some hidden button deep inside of her. Unbidden screams burst forth, and she moved her full hips with and against him, until the force of his fucking was so overwhelming that she was half begging for him to stop while the rest of her was begging to be fucked to death. Her juices ran down her legs. She was swimming in rivers of his cum, his cock was a canoe carrying her to ecstasy. With one final scream and explosion of pleasure she swooned, but only for a moment. "Oh, oh!!" she gasped, as he pulled his still twitching cock out of her gaping pussy. "You get an A!" "Trent likes this," said Ian. Using both hands he stroked himself until, even though he had already cum bucks, he groaned again and his dick gushed shots of white stickiness all over her boobs and face. "A plus, A plus!" Ms Jones laughed, rubbing the sticky mess all over her curvy body. In the washroom, as Ian carefully toweled Ms. Jones after a quick shower, she announced the next lesson plan. "You and your big boy--" she said, jerking the towel from around his waist. "Your very big boy, who loves it when I stroke him like this. Oh yes! a very perky boy! You are excused from gym for the rest of the year." "Mmmmm...." Ms. Jones arched her back and allowed Ian to suckle on her teats. "We'll make Trent miss gym too. I think you've been having naughty fun with him." "Some more punishment?" Ian stood up and looked down his cock at his favorite teacher. "Lots of punishment for both my students," said Ms. Jones, wrapping both hands round Ian's cock. "Let's hurry now, class starts in ten minutes. We'll have to be very neat." She nuzzled his tip with her soft, plump lips. She seemed much younger than twenty-seven without her glasses. "Don't worry, I'll swallow every drop." Ian's First Night This is my first story so I apologize in advance for any mistakes as I also didn't have too much time to proof read. Any and all feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy! * It's 6pm and I'm standing in the shower, my toned upper body glistening in the artificial light as the water beats down on me from above. I've been standing there, anxious about the night ahead, for so long the water turns cold making my nipples go hard. The thought of what I've risked for tonight, scaring me more and more the closer it gets. This is my first night. It's now 7pm, and as I walk through the door of the bar I'm meeting her at, my hands are sweaty and I can feel myself scanning the room looking for a red bow. That's what she said she'd wear. There must have been dozens of women there that night. All seemed to be waiting for someone but none of them had a red bow on. I decided to take this opportunity to order myself a scotch to relax a bit. I couldn't believe how nervous I was. I'd been to bars to meet women for sex before but never quite like this. I hadn't even seen a picture of this woman before; we had only spoken on the phone and by text. A few minutes went by and I began to wonder if maybe she'd gotten cold feet and decided not to come. I looked at my phone to see if she had tried to call or text. No call. No text. As I put my phone back in to my pocket and went to order another drink I noticed a flash of red go past the door. My heart jumped and I could feel the adrenaline begin to pump through my blood as I anticipated this woman. As soon as she entered my eyes were fixed on the red bow in her hair. It was a bold, bright, sexy red that matched her lipstick. Her small face was framed by long, flowing, wavy auburn hair that stopped just above her ample bosom that was sexily yet elegantly flaunted by her tight black knee length dress. She had a coat on, but it was open so I could see, even from the bar, that she had curves in the right places. She was breathtakingly sexy. At that instant all the thoughts I had had only moments ago of leaving washed away. She approached the bar; catching my eye as she went past and she stopped beside and ordered her drink. Vodka and cranberry juice. As she was paying I took what I thought would be a sneaky look at her arse. It was big, round and looked very tight. An arse to be proud of I thought as I admired. Her name was Jane. I knew this from our conversations before tonight. "Hi, Jane is it? I'm Ian" Looking a bit shocked that someone she'd never seen before knew her name, she responded "Erm.. Yeah, my name's Jane. Hello Ian. Have we met before?" Shit, I thought. She's here and she's not playing ball. "No we haven't. Are you here to meet someone?" "Oh, Ian! Sorry," She laughed as she finally realised who I was, "I was in a complete world of my own there! Oh do forgive me. And my apologies for being a bit late, too." She had such a full lips that drew my attention completely as she began to talk. "Oh, don't worry," I chuckled, "Though I was beginning to think you weren't coming." "Well, I must confess. I was having second thoughts earlier." She leaned in, looking around to see if anyone was listening and whispered, "I've never had a male escort before." "Ah, well that makes two of us then." The next 30 minutes seemed to fly by. We began talking about what she'd like to do with her time at one of the tables in the corner of the bar. Luckily for me that area was dimly lit so she couldn't see that just her telling me what she wanted to do to me got me hard. When I decided to become a male escort I told myself that I would spend about half an hour with a woman, if she wanted to, before our little meetings 'off the clock' as a way to get to know each other a bit and to set some ground rules before we got started. We had decided to go to a hotel room for this meeting, so we'd met at a bar right next to the one I had booked. We gathered ourselves and went next door to go to the room where we'd be spending our time. She had booked the whole night with me so a hotel seemed like a good idea. I had checked in before I went to the bar so we didn't have to wait around in the lobby after meeting. "Good idea! I wouldn't have thought of that." The room was spacious and modern with a king size bed, office desk and chair and a balcony with a view of the park. Its bathroom had a large tub and a separate shower. As she walked in to the room, a sexy grin spread across her face. I could see she approved. I followed her in and locked the door behind me. As I went to turn around she pushed her body hard against mine, forcing my back on to the door. Before I got a chance to stable myself she was kissing me, those full, red lips on mine and her tongue in my mouth stroking mine. I could feel her large breasts pushing against my chest and her hips moving in time with her lips as she wrapped one leg around mine. I knew she could feel my semi erect cock against her because she pulled her chest and lips away while keeping her lower body writhing against mine while she slid her coat off and threw it across the room behind her. "Do you like a woman that takes control?" She asked playfully, her lips now only centimetres from my own. "When she's doing things like this, I love it," I replied. But when I was done I pushed myself away from the door, grabbing her hips tightly with my hands, turning her around and now pushing her to the door, "But this isn't about what I want. This night's about you." I pressed my lips to hers again, more forceful than before. My hands moving down her body as I kissed her. Then in one powerful motion, I wrapped my hands round her thighs and picked her up, pushing her hard against the door again. She moaned as I playfully bit her neck, moving my mouth lower and lower each time until I was finally at her breasts. At that instant she grabbed my head, pulling my face up to look at her and landed a long soft kiss on my lips. My dick was now almost fully erect and with her legs wrapped around me I knew she could feel it through her panties. I put her back on the floor and she pushed me backwards, not too far. Just enough so she could begin to undo my shirt, kissing down my chest as she did. As she got lower and lower her moans started to get slightly louder. When she had reached the last button she started to tug on my trousers and rubbing her hand slowly over my cock through them. I stopped her and stood her up. Her black dress had a strap over only her left shoulder. As I started kissing and biting her right shoulder my hands were slowly moving up her body, rubbing her thighs and meeting in the middle, over her pussy. I put one hand over her soaking wet panties rubbing her pussy slowly as my other hand carried on towards her shoulder strap. When it got there I pulled down her dress and it fell almost all the way to the floor stopped only by my hand still rubbing her through her panties. To my great surprise she wasn't wearing a bra. Her large yet perky, warm breasts were now pressed against my naked chest. I could feel her hard little nipples rubbing along my skin as we moved against one another. We were kissing again, her hands moving over my body, both my hands now playing with her beautiful breasts. "And how come...I'm the only one...in their underwear out of...the two of us?" She mumbled in between kisses. I didn't need to be told twice so I moved back, letting her hands run down my chest and abs to undo my trousers. She skilfully undid the button and zipper in one swift move and my trousers dropped to the floor. She leaned against me, pushing us away from the door and in to the room, passionately kissing and touching all over each other's bodies. Feeling my legs hit the edge of the bed I spun round pushing her on to it on her back as I quickly took off my shoes and finished taking my trousers off. As I went to crawl on to the bed over her she stopped me. "Wait. Take your boxers off. Slowly." I did as I was told and slowly pulled my boxers down, staring her in the eyes as she stared right back. When they had reached the floor I kicked them away and stood straight so she could see my now fully erect 7 inch cock. She glanced down at it and straight back to my eyes. The look in her eyes was playful and naughty. She then moved her eyes down my body slowly, seemingly to look at every well-toned muscle on the way. After she had finished, she ushered me to her on the bed. But as I went to crawl to the bed again she stopped me. "Now. Take off my panties. However you wish." And she shuffled herself so her firm buttocks were just on the edge of the bed. I knelt down between her now open legs and began by kissing her soft, smooth legs. Licking and kissing up her thighs, as I moved closer to her wet cunt. I kissed her pussy through her black thong, and licked at the sides of the fabric so her hot flesh could feel my tongue. Before she even realised I slid off her panties with my hands and buried my face into her dripping wet pussy. She let out a moan of pleasure as though she had just come. I played with her pussy lips with my tongue, occasionally flicking her clit with it, causing her to arch her back and writhe on the bed. My hands moved up her body to her tits now, playing with her rock hard nipples. Flicking them and pulling them sent her over the edge and within minutes she was already having her first orgasm of the night, coming all over my face as she wrapped her thighs tight around my neck. I carried on, licking, sucking and kissing her clit through her orgasm which seemed to last for minutes. When she finished, I moved one hand from her breast and began to finger her gently. One finger at first. Still with my mouth on her clit I slid another inside her, with every thrust she would moan, and her hips started to gyrate again. Still kneeling on the floor next to the bed, I was in a perfect position to hit her G-spot. I knew the instant I had found it because my whole hand was now soaked from her wet pussy literally dripping now and her fists grasping tightly to the bed cover. With her back arched again she now opened her legs even wider; allowing my fingers to go deeper and harder. Her pussy tightened once more around my fingers, almost pulling them inside her with me now licking her clit even harder and faster than before. She was on the verge of orgasm, I could tell, so I kept her there for as long as I could, teasing her until she finally came again, this time harder than the first. When she had finished, she pulled my head up to hers, kissing me tasting herself on my face. She took my hand and sucked my fingers that she had just come all over, moaning at the pleasure of tasting herself. Then we began kissing again, our bodies moving against each other when she pushed and rolled me on to my back. This was a woman who clearly could take control should she wish. And that just what she was doing. She was straddling me, over my thighs and her hands moved down my body, playing with my nipples and scratching playfully on my skin until her delicate hands reached my cock. She teased me at first. Lightly brushing her hands along my shaft but not the tip. It felt like hours before she eventually grasped it fully with one hand. Her tiny hand made it look larger than it is as she rubbed, slowly, up my full length, staring in to my eyes as she did. Her grip was tight. She was in control. As she sped up, her grip loosened slightly but she was clearly a master at this. I very nearly came right there. She must have sensed how close I was because she moved down my body, so she was now kneeling on the floor, her head inches from my throbbing cock and she said, "Here, let me sort that out for you." With that, she licked slowly up my dick, from the base to the tip. When she got there she kissed it softly. She kept kissing, each time her kisses getting harder, wetter and her mouth getting wider until finally she had her lips around my whole girth and began moving up and down. I could feel her tongue excitedly licking my whole dick as it moved further in and then out of her mouth each time. Then she finished with the teasing. Her lips tightened around my cock and she was sucking it hard every time she took it in her mouth. I was moving my hips up every time too to get a bit deeper and she started moaning when I did. By my moans she could tell I was close. I grabbed her hair out of the way with one hand so I could watch her taking my full load as I told her I was about to come. I half expected her to stop when I said it but she kept going, getting faster even. It was like she was actually trying to suck the semen out of me. Seconds later I felt the orgasm building inside me, and I came hard in to her mouth. Shooting hot spurts of spunk at the back of her throat while she kept her lips wrapped tightly round my shaft. She slowed now, to savour the taste of my spunky cock, waiting for every last drop so she could swallow it all. When she took her lips from my cock, it was still twitching, as she licked it slowly, cleaning it with her tongue. She got back to her feet and straddled me again. As she got comfy again, she planted her lips to mine again. I could taste my own cock and spunk mixed with the distinct taste of her pussy. This sent me crazy again straight away and I rolled her on to her back and stood up, leaving her on the bed. As my penis went flaccid I opened the drawer beside the table and pulled out a bottle of lube and put it on the side. "You're not gonna need that. I'm still soaking wet." She grinned as she rubbed her fingers on her visibly wet pussy, put two inside and began to get herself off. I stood there amazed at the sight before me and my dick grew again instantly. I snapped out of the trance I was in from watching her and grabbed a condom from a packet and put it on. Watching me do this, Jane took her fingers from her snatch and licked them clean. Within seconds I was on top of her, my body bearing down on hers so I could feel her breasts against me as she wrapped her thighs around my hips. Without any help my dick glided into her dripping pussy with ease. The sudden hot, tight feeling around my cock caused me to moan simultaneously with her as she felt my dick penetrate her. Slowly at first, I began thrusting. Going deeper slightly every few thrusts until I was in her right to the base of my cock. I could feel my balls getting wet from rubbing against her juices. Then, she tightened her grip around my hips and with her hands grasping my bum pulled me hard and fast inside her. The feeling was sensational and she obviously felt the same because her body was moving faster and faster now. Without warning she loosens her legs and rolls me over so she's now in the cowgirl position. Her legs doing all the work, she jumps up and down on my dick, every time she comes down the slapping of our bodies gets louder. She starts moaning as I can feel her pussy tighten around my dick and I go as deep as I can. Then she stops and starts riding me back and forth. My cock buried in her right to the base, I feel it moving around inside her tight pussy until she lets me find the G-spot. She's in control now and brings herself to orgasm quickly. Even through the condom I can feel how wet she's getting and how tight her muscles are gripping me. She lets out a huge moan as she comes hard on my cock, I nearly come from the feeling of her tightening around me and she falls exhausted on my chest, kissing me softly yet hungrily again. I sensed in her that she wasn't yet finished. I was right. Almost straight away, her kisses became more passionate again, her body moving against mine again. We started again how we had finished. She took it slower this time, not as deep. Her body was moving so fast and her pussy had felt so good before that I had hardly had time to admire her sexy, large tits. So as she rode me again, her bouncing causing her breasts to do the same I began to play with them. Her nipples were only half hard, and as I began to knead her boobs in my hand I could see them getting harder and harder. Making circular motions with my fingers I toyed with them, rubbing and flicking them. After a few minutes I sat up a bit, my strong arms around Jane's back and I took her breasts in my mouth, one at a time. I was sucking and licking her nipples when I accidentally nibbled one. This made Jane shiver and as I got ready to apologise she let out a soft moan of approval. So I carried on playfully nibbling every now and then. After a while, she stopped me, stood up and walked slowly over to the desk, shaking her hips slowly, seductively as she went, and leant over it, resting her arms on the hotel welcome pack. She gave a perfect view of her pussy and arse from behind. I started to walk over but she stopped me before I moved a couple of feet, "On second thoughts, you might need that lube... I want you to fuck me in my arse." I grabbed the lube and rushed over to her bent over. "Fuck my pussy a bit more first, then put it in my arse." "You got it. Have you done anal before?" "Yeah, I did it a couple of weeks ago and I loved it!" With that I rubbed her still wet pussy with the tip of my cock and slid it in her hard, forcing her to gasp at the shock. She turned her head to face me and had that sexy grin on her face again. As I fucked her pussy hard, I began lubing her arsehole. And sliding a finger in and out. As I slid two fingers in she let out a gasp again and a satisfied squeal of enjoyment. I could feel my dick with my fingers, both inside her and the sensation was better than anything I'd ever felt before. She told me to stop and stick it in her arse now, so I quickly pulled out, put some lube on my dick and slid it slowly in to her arse. I slid in with surprising ease and began to slowly thrust in and out. Long, slow thrusts going as deep as I could. Her hips started to move in motion with mine and I could feel her rocking back and forth on to mu cock, trying to get it as far in as possible. I leant down over her and wrapped one arm around her, using it to pull her body backwards quickly and fast as I pushed my cock in to her. With my other hand I played with her tits, tweaking and pulling her nipples in turn. Then I moved it down to play with her pussy. It was still wet and hot as I rubbed it, separating her pussy lips with two fingers as a third slid inside her causing her to let out yet more moans of pleasure. As we got faster, and our bodies began to glisten with sweat I could feel my balls slamming against her pussy, stimulating her clit with every thrust. Still leaning against the desk she bent down further, letting my balls slap against her harder as she opened her legs too. I took my hands from her pussy and stomach and grabbed her hips. Using my hips and arms I fucked her as hard as she had wanted. She was screaming now. Looking back at me, begging me to go harder. "Ohh.. Yeahh... Fuck...Mee... Harder!!" I did as told and used up all the energy I could find. It was definitely working. She carried on screaming, but instead of pleas for more, telling me she was coming. She came so hard her legs began to give out, but with me holding her hips I supported her while still fucking her tight arsehole. She suddenly stopped, turned around and pulled my face to hers kissing me harder, hungrier than before. I could feel her hands on my cock now; she had taken the condom off and was rubbing it hard and fast with that tight grip of hers. Before I knew it she was sucking my dick again. On her knees, her hands holding my bum to pull me further down her throat each time. I started thrusting, fucking her mouth with the same vigour that I had fucked her arse with. She was bringing me to orgasm and she knew it. I could feel all the muscles in my body tighten as it grew inside me. She knew it too and just as I came again she moved her mouth and pointed my hot shoots of spunk all over her beautiful tits. Exhausted, covered in sweat and panting for breath, we slumped to the floor in a pile. Ian's First Night "Wow.. So that's what great sex feels like." "Wow.. I guess so.. And we've still got the room for 15 hours." That was the first part of the first night of my new career as a male escort. And there was still yet to come. But you can use your imaginations for that ;) Ian's Side of the Story As I sit here watching her sleep, I am in awe of this creature. Is it possible that I have brought her to her knees? Layla is an arresting woman. I've known her for some years, at the beginning just a wave across the road in the summers when she came up for a vacation. The last several years she has spent longer periods of time here and at the end of this past summer she decided to make this her permanent home. To say that Layla has an aire of elegance about her would diminish the very definition of the word; she is certainly most assuredly more. I am an educated man who could easily list adjectives to describe her and there are several that would perfectly fit the bill. Yes, she is intelligent, strikingly attractive and very much an independent woman. Words can describe her, however, to know her is beyond what words can convey. My darling Layla has shared our recent coming together, in a matter of speaking; she is unusually forthcoming, isn't she? Never one to hold to a secret this lovely individual shared her story with me. Being a man, I didn't quite see it in exactly the way she did. I thought, wouldn't it be an unexpected, interesting twist if I were to tell you the story as I see it, in my words, through my eyes? I've been retired now for almost six years. It is true that I was never married. Many of you can understand the demands that are regularly placed on an individual who takes great pride in the business he has nurtured and grown. I have had my share of relationships with some very enchanting women; there may have been a couple I seriously considered as life partners. In the end, my attentions and obligations were too heavy a burden for the commitment that marriage requires and rightly deserves. Layla and I have had a friendship; yes that's a fine description, for many years. Always the consummate lady, I have had the pleasure of her on my arm for several business and personal affairs that were distinctly couple oriented. My family, extended, always enjoyed her company. The business crowd was more often than not taken with her intelligence, and together with her striking good looks and witty tongue, this was always a plus for me. Layla will be the first to tell you that she is indeed a flirt, of the highest caliber, that's my personal assessment. Over the years I have secretly looked forward to the sexual banter and suggestive overtone. Let me relate a particular memory for you, I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. On the occasion of my formal retirement, as is traditional, I was the man of the hour at a dinner in my honor. Without a second thought Layla agreed to be my delightful date. I asked her what she would be wearing as I wanted to make sure we didn't clash, don't ask me why, I thought it was important. "Well, I'm sure it's Black-tie, so I'll choose something dazzling." And dazzle she did. I arrived to pick her up precisely at 7:30PM, as instructed. Standing at her entry I was eager to see what she had chosen to astound us with. As she opened her door this old boy's heart skipped a beat or maybe a few. Women are never happy with their figure, I've learned this over the years and it doesn't matter how many times we tell them otherwise they just plainly refuse to believe it. Layla will tell you, as she has many times, that she is a "Full Figured Woman". I'm the first to admit that particular terminology is misrepresented. As explained to me, if a female is above a size 12 she is considered plus size or full figured. You may think that Layla is an overweight woman, or to put it plainly, fat, I promise you this is not the case. I'd like to add that I find all women, whatever their figure type, amazing and beautiful. I am drawn to a woman who has curves and breasts and appears to enjoy food, both the preparation and eating of said food. There in front of me was a woman who defines all the words we men use to illustrate a true beauty. The dress was long and shimmered, it was a dark green. Her hair is very dark auburn and she had it up on one side and down on her neck on the other. I'm not a fashion guru; take my word for it when I tell you this woman was stunning. "Well, on time and as dashing as ever, come in let's have a drink to toast your retirement." I watched her walk into the living room ahead of me and I was mesmerized. "Layla, you could make a dead man cum I swear to God." Never missing a beat she turned and replied. "It's what I can do while he's still alive that may cause him to think he's about to meet his maker." I remember my exact thought and muttered under my breath. "If fucking you is the last thing I do, kill me." And that is just a rather innocent example of how this darling woman has affected me over the years. Now, let's move along to the present. Was I surprised when I picked up the phone and it was Layla, telling me she wanted to spend the afternoon with me? Yes and no. When she moved to the mountains permanently, she had more time on her hands. For a short while she did some redecorating and some remodeling and that kept her busy. This adorable character and I say that in the most adoring way, when she has nothing to occupy her mind she creates. I had talked with her earlier in the week and she mentioned she just might spend the holiday at home. When it started snowing and she found herself bored, yes bored stiff, she created a scenario that would engage her thoughts and make better use of her time. The phone call was a bit unexpected, but a welcomed change to an otherwise monotonous day. I always enjoy her company so I was quite happy knowing she would be here to turn my daylight hours into a fun and engaging contest of wits. There is something to be said in regards to the challenges one faces when in Layla's company. Conversing with a woman that is bright and intuitive is always a challenge. The truth is she does something to me, Layla forces me to think. There is almost never an easy answer to anything. Seeing her running up the path to my door I admit it, I was excited. When I opened the door and saw her smile she brought to me an instant feeling of joy. "Hello wild woman, why were you running in the snow you could have easily fallen, hurry now the cold is getting in." "It is so good to see you Ian, give me a minute to get out of these things and you can give me a proper welcome." A proper welcome, indeed, I take every opportunity to put my arms around this woman, she just feels so damn good. I reached around Layla's body to help her off with the coat and when I grabbed for the front I couldn't help but feel her sweet breasts, as I said, every opportunity. Layla smells like a fresh baked orange spiced muffin coming out of the oven, how's that for a description, tasty to say the least. I opened my arms for a hug and she slipped right into them, hugging me as I kissed her cheek. The cold still on her skin all I could think of was how refreshing she is. "This is a very nice surprise, I'm glad you called, I had nothing much to do today and now I'll be entertained for the afternoon by the lovely Layla." "Ahhh, is it entertainment you seek dear Sir, well let me see what I can do about that." "Go on in, I have a nice fire going, I'll get us some refreshments and join you in a few minutes." I watched her walk into the great room and admired her body. I remember her telling me at some time that her father made her walk around with a book on her head so she would have good posture, it definitely worked. She walks with a very easy slow step, her body moves like a well oiled machine, everything in perfect time. I'm sure she'll appreciate being compared to a machine. I couldn't help but focus on her legs and ass, just delicious. Before I could pour the mulled cider I made she had already put on some music. I don't recall very many times that there isn't music playing when she's around. In the warmer months, with the windows open, you can hear the sound of music coming from her home filling the air. If I had to tell you what she enjoys I'd have to say, anything. The torch singers, Ella Fitzgerald, Nancy Wilson, and Billie Holiday are mixed with Celtic inspired tunes along with anything from Broadway. I'd say she's an old soul who finds peace and tranquility in music. On several occasions I have had the pleasure of holding her in my arms as we danced. The movement of her body and her understanding of how the beat creates timing and what music is meant to do is uncanny. I've often suspected that she had knowledge of my seeing her float through her home dancing and moving to the music I could hear. There was a particular evening just after dusk that I will never forget. It must have been just about eight thirty, the air was cool and Layla's windows were open. The minimal light, emanating from the house was only enhanced by the candles I could see burning. I was drawn to the sound of sultry sensual music and looking out across the road I saw her, naked, with her arms wrapped around her, swaying to the sounds of Ella Fitzgerald. I was mesmerized and couldn't take my eyes off her body. The glow on her skin, the swell of her breasts and hips was to put it plainly, erotic and so sexually alluring. I am an avid stargazer; I have an extraordinary telescope that I use to take in the night brilliance. I positioned my lens directly at Layla. With a few adjustments I could easily see the stiffness in her nipples and the curvature of her thighs meeting that beautiful mound between her shapely legs. I watched intently as she encouraged her body to move as if she was making love. Yes, the lights in my home were off, I didn't want her to see me. As most men, I admit to having some very strong voyeuristic tendencies. The good fortune of being in the position to observe a striking woman, I'd be a fool not to. I have already told you that Layla is a consummate flirt, she is also an opportunist. I have long believed that she knew there were those times that I could see her, she was fully aware of my telescope, I think she played to it. The lovely lady sat down in a chair facing the window. I watched her hand move down her body, feeling her breasts, pinching her nipples, first one, and then the other. When she lifted one beautiful leg over the arm of the chair, I could feel the anticipation growing, as well as the stiffness in my cock. With a slow teasing movement she brought her finger to her mouth, slipping it inside, wetting it I think, and then down to her pussy. This little minx was about to put on a little show for me, yes, I'm sure she knew I was watching. I directed my lens downward and could easily see the movements of her fingers, separating those pouting lips and revealing her taut and proud clitoris. Round and round she played, slipping down lower for more wetness. Within minutes I was gifted a picture of her magnificent orgasm. As she squirmed around in the chair, enjoying it, I saw her smile; I was convinced she was in fact smiling at being watched. After a short time she got up, walked to the window and blew out the candle, the show was over. A few days later we met in the market and she coyly asked, "How is the stargazing going, seen anything unusual?" I was completely taken off guard and fumbles for an answer. As she walked away I smiled to myself and realized I had been found out. There would be many more such occasions in the future. "Here we are, just a bite before lunch, help yourself Layla. I put a touch of the pure in our cider so enjoy." I handed her a mug and watched as she pursued her lips to blow over the steaming elixir, what a mouth. "Ummm, this is scrumptious and hot, just the way I like my men." As I said, always the flirt. "So, it's nice to have company, I had nothing to look forward to today and you have certainly brightened my otherwise dull and unexciting expectations. Are you staying in town for the holidays? "Ian, there comes a point when you just have to make things happen. My family is spread out all over the place, my sister and her hubby are now grandparents and their presence is a requirement on Christmas morning to see the little ones rip open all that Santa has left under the tree. I decided to stay in town, my first Christmas in the house in many years. I was looking out my window, marveling at the snowflakes and saw your chimney sending smoke signals "I'm home alone" so I decided what better than to fill up a basket of cookies and invite myself over." "That was just the message I was sending, I hoped you'd get it." We both laughed, and talked about the neighbors, the new mistresses, the yard boys who spent a few extra hours gathering more than leaves and the general goings on in town. "It's time for lunch dear lady, shall we?" Layla jumped up and with a big smile she leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. In a flash she was walking into the kitchen and wiggling her ass as if to say "Come and get it". Maybe this was going to be a very enjoyable lunch in more ways than one. I'll skip the usual conversation and jump ahead. "Just an observation, why no man in your life?" I was more than curious, this was something I really wondered about, so why not cut to the chase. "Well that came out of nowhere, give me a second to catch my breath." It isn't easy to surprise her, catch her off guard, or leave her speechless, evidently I did just that, I smiled triumphantly, secretly enjoying her momentary loss of control. "Well, okay, why no man in my life. Simple answer, I haven't found someone who can handle me." It was obvious she was very much a hand full, in more ways than one. "Ian, you and I have had many intimate conversations, I've told you some things that I don't think I've ever told anyone else. Hell, I'll take the bait, what do you want to know?" So, this was a willing to discuss it Layla, I jumped at the chance to get the details she always intimated at but never quite revealed. "There should be a man in your life, why isn't there, simple question." "I'll give you the simple answer, because I haven't found the right one." "Okay, this is going to be harder than I thought. What kind of man are you looking for?" The look on her face was telling me she was in a momentary struggle. This was her chance to cut to the chase and lay it all out or retreat and live to fight another day. With a sly smile I knew she had decided this was the day. "I'm attracted to older men, the truth is, if he's under say seventy two, I don't even put him on my list of possibilities. I told you some of reasons but the only truth is that younger men don't excite me sexually." I had always suspected this was the case. It's nothing I can change, it's just there. My first lover was a man very, very much older and you could say he spoiled me." Whoever this man was he did do one thing that's undeniable, he very much molded and shaped who she is. "Layla, you've been the topic of conversation amongst the older gentlemen in this community on more than several occasions. I'd like to assure that always in the most respectable way. There isn't one available man who wouldn't give just about anything he owned to be in your company. I've often thought about the possibility of a more personal, intimate relationship with you." Now the moment I had to have, I had to let her know I understood the pleasure she took in driving men crazy. "I know you're a flirt and I know you take pleasure in the way men look at you; I suspect you revel in the knowledge." "Ian, what woman doesn't like the stare of a man, if you think otherwise, trust me, it's not true. You've no doubt heard that women dress for other women, that may be so, on some level, but for me, I dress for men. I love walking into a room and feel their eyes follow me, wondering what I feel like, how my body would move under them, what drives me mad and how I could beguile them." This was a very different Layla, she wasn't flirting instead she was stating her case. "I want a strong willed man, a man who can take control and leave me wanting more, breathless and satisfied are you applying for the position Mr. Wilson?" This was the Layla who excited me, the take no prisoners, show no mercy, dare you to try and tame me Layla, it was now or never, I didn't know if I would be given another opportunity so I decided to take my chances. "Ummm, why don't you go in by the fire and give me a few minutes while I clean up here." The smile and the spark in her eyes was beckoning, catch me if you dare. Just to insure that we were on the same page, she came close to me, put her arms around my neck and barely let her lips whisper across mine. Leaning into me I could feel her firm breasts pressing against my chest in a tease, tempting me. When she pulled away, her hands glided down over my chest and onto her hips. Smiling she turned and sauntered into the great room. I had to get my wits about me. This was becoming more than an afternoon visit. Although she was a handful, for sure, she really didn't know who she was challenging. My lovely Layla didn't know I had secrets of my own. I went about my task of straightening up and thought carefully as to what my next move would be, should be. Now we were in a battle of power, and each wanted nothing more than to be victorious. The music changed, now it was setting a trap. My black widow was beginning to weave her web, confident that she would entangle me and render me helpless. I walked into the great room and there she was, standing in the middle of the room, the fire glowing around her, swaying, undulating with the heavy beat. It was now or never, once I reached for her the match would begin. As I put my hands on her waist and pulled her into me, she presented no resistance. I whispered softly into her ear just what my intentions were. "Layla, I'll give you everything you want. You'll beg me to fuck you; you'll plead for that moment when all you want is to feel me deep inside you. I want you, and I'll take you, in my time, in my way. I've spent many a night wondering how you'd feel, what you smell like, are your nipples pink or rose colored, how do you like them kissed, sucked, touched. I'm no teenager, this won't be a fast furious fuck, I'll take my time and take you so close to the edge and never let you fall over until I'm ready to let you go. I suspect here's nothing that excites you more than a strong confident man making love to you. Once we begin there'll be no way to stop. In the end there won't be one inch of you that I don't know, that I haven't tasted. You can stop right now, walk away and we will never speak about this again." Her silence told me I needed to make this as clear is I could, now. "I promise you this, if you stay, I'll show you who I truly am, I'll leave no unanswered questions in your mind and you'll see that the man you think I am isn't the man I can and will be. It's all up to you, stay and we start, walk away and this never happened, do you understand me?" I could hear the change in her breathing; she was burning, full of unbridled lust and abandonment. As I pulled her closer to me I felt her tremble, it wasn't fear it was pure anticipation. Layla rested her head on my chest and gave me her answer, never uttering a single word. I kissed her neck, she was soft and warm. Pulling her hair back, revealing that spot on her shoulder that begs to be licked. As I swept my tongue across her flesh and she moaned, I only wanted to taste her. Biting her, sucking her skin into my mouth I marveled at her sweetness, how smooth her skin was. "Yesss bite me, I love the pain, and it hurts so nice." "I know you like the pain, but it's not pain is it, its pleasure isn't Layla?" Ian's Side of the Story There were no more words, just whimpering and delightful sounds of a woman being taken slowly to the place she wanted to be. I reached around her body and cupped her breasts in my hands. was going to take my time, enjoy every second. I'd dreamed about this, I wondered, imagined how she would feel and she didn't disappoint me. Layla arched her back, offering these glorious tits to me. They were firm and full and I held them and squeezed until I felt her nipples stiffen. I looked down and saw my fingers capture each rigid tip, so hard, just begging me to pinch and twist them. "Your nipples are hard, should I pull them Layla, twist them, make them burn and throb?" "Do it, yess, I love it, more, like that, just like that, harder, do it harder." The harder I squeezed the more she begged for. The sounds, groaning with each tug made me fully aware of where her pleasure could be found and harnessed. I wanted these nipples in my mouth. Reaching up under her blouse I reached into the bra that kept them out of my hands, and when I touched her, felt the rigid points in my fingers I heard myself moaning. The blouse was hanging off one shoulder, I could see a red satin strap, and it was so alluring and sexy. I pulled the blouse down over her shoulders, down her arms and let it rest on her hips. The bra was so thin it was simply an obstacle to be dealt with later. I reached down inside the barely there satin cups, when I felt for her there was nothing but full swollen tits in my hands. I purposely left the scarf she was wearing around her neck in place. I wanted her to feel me touching her, I wanted her imagination to paint a picture in her mind of what my hands looked like full of her glorious tits. "I've waited a long time to feel your tits in my hands Layla, can you feel my hands exploring every inch, squeezing them, my fingers grasping these sweet nipples, is it time Layla, is it time to see me feeling you, do you want to see my hands touching you?" "Stop torturing me, show me, you want me to see it, show me." I pulled the scarf down and it fell to the floor. I watched her look down; she shivered when she saw my hands wrapped around her tits, pummeling them round and round. "You love it don't you, seeing your tits in my hands, this is what you've wanted, you wanted me to feel you and touch you like this, didn't you Layla?" "Oh God, yess, you love it too, feeling my body like this, I know you love it, you've thought about getting your hands on me for years, now you have what we both wanted old man." "Good Layla, that's good, tell me what I wanted to do to you, how long you fucking teased me, showed me these nipples hard and stiff time after time, did you wonder what I'd do if I had the chance to touch them, what would I do if you gave me the chance to twist them like this, and make them burn in my fingers, did you hear yourself beg me to do it harder, just like your pleading with me now, tell me." "Yes, you dirty old man, harder, you want to hear me say it, harder, and I love it hard and the more it hurts the more I love it." This creature was playing the game just like a fighter should. The sound of her begging was music and she was singing loud and clear. "Stop torturing me, you know you want to suck my hot hard nipples in your mouth, you want to feel them on your tongue, in your teeth, so do it, just fucking do it." I stepped out from behind her and the fire in her eyes was electrifying. There in front of me were her bare vulnerable tits just waiting for my hungry mouth. I sat down on the sofa and pulled her between my legs, her tits were swaying from the passion she was feeling. I took one milky white globe in each hand and lifted then to my mouth. The daggers shooting out of her green eyes were like sparks. As I tongued each swollen tip she couldn't stop her gaze. I sucked one rose colored bud into my mouth and she screamed, and when she felt my teeth, bite down and gnaw on the inflamed flesh the sounds coming out of her were like nothing I'd ever heard before. "Yesss, damn it, that's what I love, just like that, bite it, and suck it and bite hard, now the other one, yess, don't stop, it hurts so fucking good, oh my god, that's good, suck me old man, suck me hard, just the way you wanted to, now you have me, my tits in your mouth, now be a real dirty old man and give me what I want." We both knew what she wanted and I was more than willing to comply. It was time to feel that pussy that I've craved. Reaching into her pants I sensed her dampness before I touched her. My God how wet was she, I could only imagine the smell and feel of her pussy drenched in that sticky clear fluid that had to be like a sugar syrup. I clenched her nipple between my teeth and reached into her panties, her lips were smooth and so wet; my finger barely had to move as it slipped into her. "Oh my God, you are so fucking wet, so hot; your lips are swollen and dripping juices." My finger searched deeper, feeling the small inner lips, the path that would lead me inside her. I wanted to taste this cunt, suck it dry, and feel it cum over and over in my mouth. I circled my finger up and moving slowly, I felt that soft cleft that held the very passion of this woman. "Yes, touch me, rub my clit old man, tease it, grab it and play with it, make me scream at how good it feels." I wrapped the tips of my fingers around this hard swollen nub and rolled it around in the moisture, there was no friction, and she was so damned wet. I couldn't wait; I pulled her pants down and left her standing there in just a pair of red lace panties. What I sight, Layla, in lace, and nothing else. I slowly lowered the panties around her thighs; looking at her she looked wanton and erotic. I couldn't wait another second to get my mouth on this wet swollen pussy, I couldn't play anymore, and I wanted to get down to the heart of the matter. I had Layla on the sofa, legs wide open, and the tender bit I wanted was poking up and daring me to engulf it in my hungry mouth. The first taste was perhaps the sweetest I've ever imagined. Her scent was intoxicating and more than just sweet; she was like sugary syrup dripping down my chin, my tongue gobbling up every drop. The picture of her enflamed clit was even more than I had ever dared to dream possible, standing up and begging my tongue to dance over it, suck into my mouth and abuse it. Lovingly and with deep respect I closed my lips around that protruding piece of candy and sucked like a hungry baby on a milk filled teat. I could feel her shuddering with every pass of my tongue and every suck that I was able to impose. Even now, I can still feel her body shaking and squirming with every flicker of my tongue. "Now, I want you to give me what you promised, make me cum, I need it, I've played with you long enough old man, give me what I want!" There nothing quite as erotic as the sound of a woman begging you to make her cum. I wasn't about to give in so easily, she wouldn't have wanted me to no matter what she was screaming. "Layla, does it feel good, do you love my tongue licking this wet pussy, up and down, should I fuck your cunt with my stiff tongue, tell me, and is that what I should do?" "Why are you doing this, yess, do it, put your tongue in me and fuck me hard, stop this fooling around, I need to get it now, you hear me, you are a dirty old man, teasing me like this and you love it, don't you?" "Yes, I'm a filthy dirty old man, sucking on your wet hot seeping cunt, just the way you wanted me to. I told you darling girl, it would be my way." The look in her eyes was priceless, she loved it, the control, making her beg, wait, until I was ready. "I think I'll stick my finger in you, yesss, that's it fuck my old finger Layla, fuck me hard, deeper, you want it deeper, okay, how's that, oh you are burning aren't you, tell me Layla, tell me?" "Fuck, that's it, yesss, now I want you suck on my clit, suck it, ohhh like that, don't stop, and please don't stop." I had to hold her down as I closed my ravenous lips around that sweet hot clit and sucked as hard as I could. The taste was sweet and salty and she was writhing and whimpering, it was everything I hoped for and more. There's no need to tell you that she was ripe and ready to burst. I latched onto that succulent nub and sucked until I felt her tighten around my finger. I held on to her pulsing clit with my lips and tongued it like mad until she let go and rewarded me with a mouth full of lovely warm sweet juice. Gentlemen, you would have to agree with me when I say that feeling a woman reach a strong climax is like nothing else in life. This minx moaned and whimpered, shook and shuddered in the aftermath of a magnificent, well deserved orgasm. The subsequent absolute collapse of Layla into sleep was not expected; I actually thought that given a few minutes she would like to continue. The softly spoken words begging, pleading that she be allowed to rest, although surprising, were actually welcomed. I am not a young man, the energy and physical strength she needed depleted my stores and I realized that there were many more escapades in the offering. There was one other situation that left me quite amazed. Although I haven't had the company of a woman for some time I still had normal urges and on most days I could rise to the occasion. Masturbation and I became friendly bedfellows. The idea of having Layla gave me quite an erection, the fact that I was pretty much drained from the past hour gave me time to rest and regroup so to speak. Realizing that she would sleep for a while I decided to shower and get more comfortable for the rest of the evening. I fixed a little supper and went back to place I left this nymph sleeping. When I completed my little rendition of the earliest events I gave it to my darling Layla and was quite surprised when she asked if she could post it. I believe she was surprised at how differently men and women can view the same episode. Honestly, I had a ball writing and recalling. I believe our Layla has been working on the sequel to our initial go round. BTW, I'm pretty proud of myself, and I'm still breathing. The events that transpired that day were just the beginning. The power struggle really came into play the next evening. Look for it, you'll enjoy every word. Ian's Trap This is my first story submission so I need brutal honesty to make me better. I always wanted to write, but never had the persistence to put anything on paper. I had a great idea for this story, and I wondered if anyone thought it was worth finishing. If it is somewhat readable, I will seek an editor. Thanks for your feedback. ******************************* I am in love with a wonderful man, and he doesn't love me, but in 24 hours he will be my husband. Isn't that always the case in these stories? I digress, maybe I should start at the beginning. Lillian Rodgers is my best friend in the world, and her twin brother, Ian, my future husband hates me. Growing up, I never fit in my environment. Why? Simple, I was a black inner-city kid forced to leave with white people. It was actually a joke at the prep school I attended, as I was known as the Fresh Princess of Bellaire. How does an underprivileged chick from Chicago South Side end up sitting and socializing with Chicago's children of elite. How the hell do I know? Seriously, my parents were scholarship students at Harvard Law. Good, right? Wrong. Instead of working for prestigious law firms that would pay them hundreds of thousands of dollars, they chose to go back to hood to help the poor and the disenfranchised. Noble, right. True, I was proud of them, but nobility does not pay the bills. However, on the other hand, they had some powerful and rich colleagues. My mother's best friend was one, and my Aunt Monica was a cool play-aunt. She would take me on shopping sprees at the beginning of every school year to make sure that I had the latest fads, and her payment from my mama was one homemade sweet potato pie. Aunt Monica loved those things, and loved my mother like a sister that neither of them had. Well, when I was sixteen years old, my parents were killed in an car accident by a teenager. There was no liquor involved, just an unfortunate accident. In their will, Aunt Monica received custody of me until my eighteen birthday. She also was authorized to released my college fund and monitored it through my college years. I was lucky, Aunt Monica loved me like her beloved niece and daughter, but she refused to let me graduate from my old high school and placed in a preparatory school where the minority percentage was below two percent. I say two percent because there were two black students in each grade. I say below because I was the only one in my class. Then I met my best friend. Lillian. Her twin brother, Ian attended this school as well. So what you say. Yeah, I get you, but Ian was the teenager that was in the wreck with my parents. Our first meetings was not at school, but my parents' funeral. I was touched by their presence because it really was a freak accident that wasn't anyone's fault, but they did not shy away from the heartfelt responsibility. In fact, their parents, Miriam and Robert Rodgers III grieved this tragedy as much as Aunt Monica and I did. They knew it could have easily been Ian in a coffin as well, and his life was spared, primarily, according to the police due to the my father's driving. As a result, they wanted to ensure that I was taken care as well as their children. Of course, the Rodgers were everything that I wasn't: very rich and very white, but they were also the kindest people I ever met. You would think that when Mr. Rodgers told my Aunt Monica that he wanted to secure my future like his own children, he meant a trust fund. Good you say, he appeased his conscious and everybody goes home, right? Wrong. Mr. Rodgers met with my Aunt Monica and me one month after the funeral. My Aunt Monica was rich, but the Rodgers was so rich, you did not say the word, rich, you whispered it. As we did, when we walked into the mausoleum, they called home. The butler escorted us to his library for the meeting. "Olivia, once again, my family offer my deepest condolences. Please have a seat, both of you. " Mr. Rodgers stood and greeted us as we were led into the room. Miriam was seated on the sofa with us, and another man was seated at large ornate desk in the room. "Thank you again, Mr. Rodgers. I appreciate you arranging everything so my aunt and I did not have to." Their kindness still astounded me, because white people at this echelon of society was supposed to hate blacks, but I didn't feel anything except inclusion and love. Yep, love. "The reason, Miriam and I asked you both here is to ensure that all your needs are taken care on all levels. You will have everything that my children have, even up to the same trust fund." Lillian and Ian walked into the room. Their responses were different, Ian's head stayed down and he wouldn't look at me, but Lillian smiled at me and her eyes showed compassion. Who are these weird people? "As I was saying, this family is committed to your happiness, since we were apart of its destructions and... " "Mr. Rodgers, I read all the reports, and I don't blame your family for my loss. Thank you, but my parents provided for my future and my Aunt Monica will give me love and wisdom to guide the rest of the way." I tell them. "Thank you for generosity, dear, but in our hearts, you are now one of my children. Miriam and I wanted to ensure this. Lillian and Ian have a 35 million dollar trust that will be released to them on their twenty five birthday, you will have a similar trust fund as well. I couldn't believe it. I looked at Aunt Monica, but she was crying at my good fortune. That's why, I am not a racist, because I knew that nobody outside of my parents loved me like her. She has fiery red hair, and sea green eyes, and under her fashionable make-up, freckles for days. "There are stipulations, you, Lillian and Ian must follow before the funds are released." Stipulation is that a fancy word for "catch". I knew it was too good to be true, and looking at Aunt Monica's smirk, she did too. "Due to the nature of the accident, Ian is now responsible for your protection." What?!!? Another sixteen year old is responsible for the protection of another sixteen year old. Yeah, right. Told ya, they are kind and crazy. Kinda crazy. Mr. Rodgers continued speaking. "Before the trust fund is released to either of you three, Ian will have to marry you on his twenty-fifth birthday and stay married to you for five years . If you two do not marry, all trust funds, including Lillian's will be reverted back to my estate, and upon the death of Miriam or I, whoever expires last, the family fortune will be divided among various charities and you three get nothing. If you and Ian meet the stipulations, all three of you will divide six billions dollars equally, along with all family holdings. Also, on your thirtieth birthday, an additional seventy five millions will be released from the estate to you three." All persons in the room was shocked into total silence. Everyone, except Mr. and Mrs. Rodgers and Ian. Thank goodness for my aunt. "Say what? An arranged marriage, Mr. Rodgers. Are you serious?" "We are most definitely serious, Ms. Larson. I want these three to be a family. I want every aspect of their lives to impact one another. Olivia lost her parents, now she will have new parents, a sister and a husband. I know that Ian was not at fault for the accident, but his disobedience caused him to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. All investigations including my own shows that her father sacrifice himself and his wife for Ian, so equal retribution demands that Ian sacrifice his life for their daughter." "This is totally crazy, Olivia. Baby Girl, I know that you are only sixteen, and you have about nine years before this becomes a reality. You will have to make this decision, and I will support you." "Mr. Rodgers, I appreciate your kindness, your son's protection is not necessary. So if I turn down the trust fund, then your children will not get their trust funds either, is that correct?" "You are correct, young lady." "That's not fair! They had nothing to do with anything, especially your daughter." I shouted, forgetting that I was home-trained better than this, but this shit was crazy, wouldn't you agree? "This is not about fairness, Olivia," spoken softly as if I was a child. Hell, I was. "This is about responsibility and commitment. These two and you will run my conglomerate one day, and you all have to have personal investment in one another. Run it together, or lose it together. Lillian and Ian are already informed on this condition as well, and have agreed." I looked at my "family" that will be legally held together by a trust, and I verbally agreed. I observed the actions of my "sister" and my "husband". Lillian's eyes reflected compassion, and heavenly thoughts. In my mind, that made sense, she was a perfect depiction of white people's angel, blond hair flowing down her back, and crystal blue eyes and porcelain skin. Ian was the direct opposite of the spectrum. Ebony hair, dark tanned skin and green eyes, burning red from unshed tears directed at me with anger and disapproval. What's his problem? I'm the one without my parents. I'm the one trying to save his inheritance, why does he hate so much?