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Madam X

By: Michael142



I close my eyes; open my legs and slowly run my hands up the inside of my thighs under my short blue satin slip. 

I continue with just my middle finger inside of my thigh... high up... and I get a chill as I reach a certain place. 

It's like I have my own private G-spot high on my inner thigh. I have lain awake many nights lightly touching myself there. I can bring myself to a quite acceptable little orgasm that way. 

"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh... feels... feels... sooo good!" I am taking a little break from putting on makeup and some soft coral lipstick, just to touch myself intimately. 

I put a little perfume on with my finger, and apply just a touch behind my ear and another light touch across my collarbone, before lowering my finger to apply some in... a few other places. 

The lightest touch across the very edge of my pussy lips does it. My body heat and sweat will do the rest. "Mmm!" I can smell it working already! 

That light tickly fingertip touch to my, mmm... private place, gives me... a shiver. I am careful not to apply too much. I reach behind to apply a little line down my crack, more for how it feels to apply it, as for the aromatic effect it will have. 

That blue slip is the only thing I am wearing just now, and I decide to touch myself, to get a little selfish pleasure before I go out. 

I do not go out every night... I simply do not have the time. 

I am a twenty-six year old patent attorney by day, and take a lot of work home. Some nights I have a friend over. I am not in love with David, but he loves me. He is an attorney like me, and helps with my research, and... some other things! 

He is intelligent, well educated, and simply nice to have around most times. He has a very high cultural IQ, and I love having someone to go with me to the Opera or the theater. He takes me out afterward for some coffee, and intelligent discussion of the opera. He can tell when a soprano over-sings her part for effect, is late on an entrance, or misses her high notes. 

David is an excellent companion, and when he is a good boy, I let him fuck me. He is a wonderful lover! He has a circumcised cock that is... mmm... so nice... and fits very snuggly into my little Quimmy. He is larger than average, but not by much... I like the thickness of it... the way it feels in my hand... the warmth of it. He is nearly the only one I let inside me without wearing latex. I start to think about David's wonderful cock slowly sliding into my quim, and get another little shudder. 

I still see my ex-husband Derek from time to time, and I allow him the same privilege... being naked inside me. I am not seeing either David or Derek tonight though. I am going out on my own. I lick the pre-cum off my middle finger after having just given myself a nice jittery little preview of coming attractions... maybe. 

I am smart, I am vain, I am selfish, and my pleasure always comes first. I understand the way I am, and I accept it. Please do not judge. 

Derek always goes the whole way, calling my Sondra. If he ever tries shorten it to anything cutesy, he knows that I would deck him. Poor bastard was smart to get out while the getting was good. Can't blame him for that! 

"My poor sweet Derek; you are so amazing, my dear!" I say aloud to myself. 

He was too good for me and I knew it, I chased him away with affairs that meant nothing to me... less than nothing, really. I didn't want to hurt him, but I did... I was cruel about it. 

I suppose I really cannot help the way I am. But, in my own defense, I do sometimes have regrets! I regret hurting dear sweet Derek! 

When I go out tonight, I will be incognito. I am have a compelling need to be anonymous when I go out; careful about not letting one-nighter's know my true identity. I am a professional, and have a reputation to protect that is worth mid-six figures a year. 

So what should you call me? How about, um... Madam... X! 

Yeah, Madam X. It has that delicious 1960's Lana Turner ring to it, doesn't it? 

It may as well be Madam X, since I will give any man I am with tonight some bullshit made up name because I have to! 

The funny thing is that I did run into one of these men casually, and I had a hell of a time remembering what name I used when I met him. I use whatever name pops into my head when they ask me for one. Mostly they are just an anonymous parade of cocks to me. 

I could just as easily have greeted him with, "Oh, hello Mr. six-and-three-quarters inches, nice to see you again." 

Does all of this make me a slut... or a bitch? You may decide for yourself, but as always, be careful of judging others, if you would not wish to be judged yourself. But, before you get carried away with labels, remember just as you cannot help being who and what you are, good or bad; I cannot help being who I am. 

At least I am honest. 

So, what does Sondra/Madam X look like? I am five foot two, and about a hundred pounds all dressed up. I am a natural ash blond with blue eyes, and a face that draws a lot of male attention. 

Girls know when they are pretty... they learn that early in life. 

I have small breasts, but they are firm and high up on my chest. That gives me a little cleavage... even in the most modest dress. I love that... the feeling of being sexy. 

The feeling on my skin as I slowly lift my silky slip up over my head, gives me a shiver. I sit in front of the mirror for a moment, just admiring my petite body. I will not have any problem finding male company tonight, but I am very meticulous in my selection of a companion. 

My stockings slip easily onto my legs, one at a time. It feels good as I smooth them into place, and pull up the elastic band at the top. They end about three inches south of my sit spot. I can't help sliding a finger up for a final little shiver. 

I slip into heels—five inches. Wearing just my stockings and heels, I walk to the closet to select a dress. Tonight it is going to be... my short tight black dress with a v-shaped front, and a scoop back that goes down to the small of my back. 

It is a sexy dress, but not slutty... I am not a hooker and try not to look like one when I go out. Actually, it is quite and expensive little dress, tailored to fit me like a glove. I am not wearing a bra but decide to wear G-string panties tonight, because I love the feel of the dress fabric rubbing against my bare ass, and it does afford some protection. If I find the right man tonight, I just might want his hands up my dress and on my naked ass. 

Derek insisted long ago that I get some martial arts training, so to a point, I can take care of myself... in most circumstances. I have not yet had the opportunity to use my skills but it is comforting to know that I have them to some degree. 

With my dress on, I brush my hair, and push up my tits to get the right amount of cleavage. It is nine o'clock, and I am ready. If I can get a man's hands on me while dancing, and enjoy some pleasant company, that is enough for a Friday night. 

I look at myself approvingly in the mirror, front and back, throw a couple of condoms in my purse along with my small automatic (for which I have a conceal carry permit) and I am out the door. 

I spend so much time alone, that I do a lot of thinking. I think about my life, comparing my life situation to those of my girlfriends who have not chased their husbands away. I have the life I have, and I am satisfied with who and what I am for right now. 

I am alone, but not lonely. 

I loved Derek, but I did not want to hurt him, so I let him go while he was still young enough to find someone more deserving. I am afraid that he has become addicted to running his hands over my shapely little ass, and to sliding his cock into me. 

He knows that I will let him have me whenever he wants. 

Derek is my age. He is very handsome, and a time or two I thought I might have to use that little automatic on some of the women that won't leave him alone when we were out together... just kidding! Hell, I would never do that of course. My little piece is just for life threatening situations I cannot handle with a nerve-pinch, a foot stomp, or a knee to the nuts. 

I think about my analyst as I drive, since I talked with him yesterday. He tells me that I have 'antisocial personality' disorder. I looked it up in the psychology texts, and I disagree. I think I am closer to what Freud describes as a classic narcissist. My shrink may be an M.D. and a psychiatrist, but I am smarter than he is. I have an IQ measured at 190. 

I also thought about my boss whom I treated very shabbily today. He tried to second-guess one of my cases, and I let him have it with the full force of my intellect. Poor Stanley; he is an excellent attorney though. He can't afford to fire me, since I am the top patent lawyer in this town, a partner, and I bring in so much business. Our firm specializes in patent work and I am the go-to girl. 

In the office, I am a little shark! 

Most of our employees are scared shitless of me when I walk through to my office. I don't cultivate that, it just seems to happen. So maybe my dumb-shit shrink is right... at least to some extent. I have observed that the boys sometimes let things slide between them, but I do not! I require only the best from my employees, or they are not employees for long. 

I have to say, it makes me smile a little when some of the male employees cower as I burst through the front door in the morning. I am sure the word "BITCH" has been used in my absence to describe me. But, as a partner and their boss, I am fair... tough, but fair. Still, turning the tables on the men in a male-oriented society is a bit of a turn-on. 

But tonight, I am just a little sweetheart in a tiny black dress, and I am going to enjoy the hell out of my time out on the town. Maybe I will get laid, and maybe not. The club I am going to tonight is what you might call a "target rich" environment. But, I am very selective as I have said, and I may end up alone. 

I pull up to the front of the club, hand my Mercedes key-fob to the valet, walk in looking for a table along the side close to the dance floor. There is a good crowd tonight, but I they direct me to a very nice café table where I wish to be. Fifty bucks in the right hand always gets you a great table. 

I never sit at the bar... that's what hookers do... and there are a couple of them here tonight as well. They are easy for another woman to spot. 

I have done that too. If I don't find what I want in a man I will sometimes push my body up against a pretty hooker, stuff three hundred's in her bra and tell her to do whatever that will buy, They do not let streetwalkers into this place, so I know the girls are clean and safe. 

I like girl sex, and that musky smell of an aromatic little pussy really turns me on, but mostly I need a cock to fill me up. Tonight it is going to be dancing and drinks with some nice man... maybe! 

As I entered, two men gave me the eye bigtime. One was a wimp, and the other looked clueless... most likely both married. I hope they do not ask me to dance. I order a salty dog and the waiter brings it on a nice crisp little napkin. Grapefruit and vodka with a salt ring... great drink, but I will likely switch to something like watered-down bourbon later. 

I hear a voice. I look up. 

"Well, hello Miss salty dog. That's kind of a sour drink for such a sweet lady, isn't it?" 

I am looking at a handsome man with an amazingly confident smile. "Wow!" I think to myself, as I look him up and down and reply, 

"What makes you think I'm so sweet? Sit down and give me an intelligent answer." 

"Okay, you've got me. It was a rather lame line... you going to make me feel like a fool for using it?" 

"Jury is still out. Keep talking and I will let you know my verdict." 

"My name is Jason Wi—" I interrupted him, 

"Please no last names. My name is... Angela. Yah, tonight it's Angela. So what is your bullshit made up name for tonight." 

"Well, you caught me, so I will stick with Jason, but I will not tell you if it is my real name." He looked into my eyes as if he was reading my thoughts, 

"You're a lawyer aren't you? I can see your mind working, and I'll bet you will be about two pages ahead of me as I speak." 

"Close, go on." 

"You are a perfectionist and you live alone, but are not lonely." (I nodded) He smiled confidently, "I guess we could sit here and mind-fuck each other for a while longer, or we could dance." 

Without asking permission, he stood up took my hand and I rose as he led me to a rather dark part of the dance floor. He put my hands on his shoulder, and placed both of his on my hips. 

We talked a little as we danced, but nothing of any great consequence, just chit-chat. We talked about the music, the place, the number of other dancers, my little black dress... that kind of shit. 

The live band was good tonight, and provided us with some great music for dancing. Jason was pleasant, and might even be someone with a brain. I get so tired of braindead accountants out cheating on their wives. 

I have fucked a couple married men out of clubs before though; just based on looks, and I required them all to wear latex. I have no respect for a frump of a wife who cannot be bothered, to figure out how to hang on to her man. I am not the home-wrecker, she is. 

It is a wife's job to make her man feel sexy isn't it? 

Derek was a good and attentive husband, and I loved him and tried to be a good wife, but the lifestyle just didn't take. I knew that he would be happier without me in the long-run. Perhaps more wives should figure that out. I still get to make love to him, though. 

Jason slid his hands around me, with one just above my ass, and the other one on my bare back. He pulled me into him a little as we danced, and I brought both of my hands in, putting them flat on his chest with my cheek over his heart between them. The hand on my back somehow moved itself onto my ass. I reached behind me and moved it back up off my butt to more neutral territory. 

I may want to give myself to Jason tonight, or I may not... jury hasn't come in yet! I am not a slut, and if I leave this place without getting laid, that is okay. I am here to have fun, and not just to troll for cock. Jason gets the message and whispers, 

"Sorry." 

I just looked up at him and smiled. 

We dance one more dance in kind of a hip-hop/salsa style. Jason moves pretty well, and I just smile as he confidently swivels his legs and hips to the music. I stifle a little giggle as he sees me examining his dance style, and exaggerates his moves to entertain me. 

This guy might be alright, but it will take more than some funky dance moves to get into my musky little putang. Yup, the jury is deliberating hard on handsome Jason. 

After the dance, he walked me back to my table, kissed my hand continental style, and then excused himself to return to his friends. He went to the bar and ordered another salty dog for me and the waiter delivered it. As I lifted my glass to thank him, one of the men I mentally rejected as I walked in interrupted me. It was the clueless one. He asked me to dance, and I accepted before I had a chance to say no, still distracted by Jason. 

"SHIT!" I thought, why didn't I say no to this idiot. We started to dance, and I tried to keep it to a standard dance pose, keeping some distance. As we danced on, he moved one hand to my bare back, and one onto my ass, heading for the hem of my dress. It was a short dress, so he didn't have far to go. I reached around, pinched the pressure point just inside his wrist and twisted it around behind him forcing him to his knees. 

"You need to learn to be more of a gentleman, asshole!" 

"Fuck you bi—" 

Jason and a couple of his friends interrupt this jerk in mid-curse. They haul him up by the scruff, and escort him and his wimpy friend out the door... roughly. Jason and his friends come back to see if I am all right. The bigger of his two friends, Gary says, 

"Damn, honey. Remind me not to piss you off!" I look up at him without smiling, 

"Don't piss me off!" 

"No ma'am, you've got it!" then I did smile, and he introduces himself and his other friend whose name is Phil. Jason invited me to join them at their table if I cared to. 

These are nice guys just out for a few drinks, dancing, and a little guy-to-guy bullshit. They figure I can handle it, and we talk about cars, sports, and broads. I was having fun, and I dance with each of them a couple of times. After one particular dance, Jason leans in and whispers, 

"Save the last one for me, Angela." I smiled and winked, and we rejoined the others. 

In retrospect, they seemed to be impressed with my knowledge of sports, and I put up what I thought were some valid assessments of our new baseball talent. My arguments were all very sound. Jason smiled and said, 

"I knew you were a lawyer!" 

"Well, you are right, I am. I am a patent attorney. Actually I am the best patent attorney in this town." 

"I don't doubt that Angela." Jason answers laughing, and then leans over and whispers to me, "Wait until these guys leave, and we can have some time alone." 

I smile and nod to him. I like Jason, but I have not yet decided whether to fuck him or not. I had fun with Jason's friends, but they get the hint and decide to leave. They made me promise that we'll all do it again sometime. I did! 

They are terrific, and to them I am now one of the boys. They mostly liked that I was not embarrassed when we all assessed the rest of the female talent in the room. They got my advice on how to spot a real bitch! I rose and gave Gary and Phil both a kiss on the cheek. Gary pats me on my ass, but I don't object. Gary just being Gary I am guessing. 

As we talk, and I find out that Jason is a regional sales manager for a large steel supply firm in town, has an MBA, and loves Mozart, Bach and Vivaldi. I ask him if he will escort me to Le Nazze di Figaro due at the opera house next month. He agrees whole-heartedly and when he offers to get the tickets, I tell him that I have two season tickets and I give him the number of a burn phone I carry for such purposes. 

The band announces last dance, and since it is a slow one, Jason rises and extends his hand to me in a rather formal and gentlemanly gesture. I smile take his hand and I let him lead me to the dance floor. We find an area that is completely in shadow, and dance close...very close. I push my body into him as much as possible. 

He slips a hand down onto my ass, and then slides it up under my dress. I moan softly, which gives him permission to go further. His hand is on my bare ass, just massaging it slowly as we dance. I couple of men sitting off to the side notice what we are doing, and I turn us so that they get a ringside seat to what Jason is doing to me. 

I don't know if Jason is noticing what I am doing, but he continues to explore my body, and I get a little shiver knowing that I am exposing myself to these two strangers. He moves his fingers down to my pussy, and pulls my string bikini aside as he slips a finger inside me. I continue to moan, then I lift my face, and he kisses me passionately. I whisper, 

"Let's get out of here, Jason." 

He smiles, grabs his sports jacket from his chair as I reach for my purse. He asks me to follow him to his townhouse, and I nod. As I pick up my purse, the pistol slides out. He picks it up, and ejects the clip. Seeing that it is loaded, he slams the clip back into the handle and hands it back to me. 

"I hope you are a lousy shot my dear!" 

"I have a gold medal for marksmanship, a local competition shoot. Sorry!" 

"Well I promise to be on my best behavior, ma'am." We both laugh and I answer, 


Madam X



"You're safe for now... but the night's not over yet!" then we laugh again. 

He gives me the address and directions in case we separate... waiting for the valet and all. He looks at me quizzically, 

"Aren't you going to write it down?" 

"I have a photographic memory. But it is more of a curse than a blessing sometimes." 

"Silly me, I should have known!" He gives me a peck on the cheek, 

"See you in a little bit." 

He has a beautiful brownstone with three floors. It is expensively and tastefully decorated, and furnished. As I enter, he takes me into an embrace and we kiss passionately as he moves his hands over my body. It feels wonderful. I may have to give in to him tonight. 

As we walk up the stairs from the foyer to the first floor, I say, 

"My, you have a lovely place here. Where is... Mrs. Jason?" 

"Williams. And, there is no Mrs. Williams other than my mother, who has her own place across town." He smiles with some amusement. 

"Are you still just... 'Angela'?" 

"Yes... for now." 

I look around, and he seems to have a room off the living area that is lined with bookshelves. One of the first things I do in someone's home is to look through the books they have. Jason has a lot of history, music, and classic literature in his collection. I am impressed! He notices me looking through his library, 

"All of these books were here when I bought the place." He says nonchalantly. 

"I doubt that!" I say, figuring that he is being modest. 

"Would you like some music and a little wine, Angela?" 

"Mmm... love some of both." 

"Goldberg Variations?" 

"I love Bach, but would prefer the Chromatic Fantasy if you have it. It is not as mature a work, but it goes well with wine." I said; teasing a man I like more than just a little, and who is obviously more than just another corporate weenie. 

"Chromatic Fantasy it is!" He smiles, pulls out a CD, and slides it into his Denon player attached to Bang and Olufsen speakers. Then he continued, "Denon is not exactly high end, but I like the digital range, and the clean accurate playback. There is very minimal interference in the signal, but the B&O speakers are the best I have heard." 

"I have no argument with that, it all sounds wonderful." I offer, not being an expert. 

He changes into another shirt and casual slacks with tasseled loafers. I suddenly feel over-dressed as he hands me a glass of red wine in the proper glass (red wine glasses are larger and rounder than those designed for white wine.), I am impressed that he knows the difference. The wine is good, slightly dry tasting with some currant, pepper, and fruit notes to it. 

"Mmm, pinot noir!" I offer. He smiles and says, 

"Would you like to guess the year too, and go for the grand slam?" 

"No." I giggle, "I love pinot's, and I can tell that this is a very nice one." 

"Enjoy, my darling." He says as I look at him and quickly add, 

"Let's just keep it 'Angela' for now." 

"Sorry! You are right!" 

"Mmm, this wine is wonderful. Too much of it and I may lose my inhibitions!" 

"Well let me refill it for you then." He teases. I giggle a little at his being pleasantly suggestive. 

"Funny man!" 

We are both sitting on the couch, listening to Bach, and drinking our high-test wine. I am feeling romantic, and move in closer to him. This man is seducing me with his taste and obvious intelligence, and I am letting him. I guess the jury is starting to come in, and it looks like a friendly verdict! 

I deftly set my glass on the table; grab his shirt in my little fist and pull him to me, as I crush my lips into his. The hem of my dress is way up, and he is able to massage my upper thighs easily. His hands feel wonderful on me. I want him to touch me. 

"You know Jason my dress is getting a little gamey after all the dancing tonight, do you happen to have something I might change into? I hate to ask, but feel like getting more um, comfortable." I leave my request purposefully vague, just to see what he might choose for me. That will tell me something about him. 

"Just one minute, my dear." (a safe endearment that I let pass.) He rises, changes the CD to Mozart's Symphony No. 40 in G minor (one of my favorites), and disappears up the stairs. A moment later, he comes back down with one of his silk dress shirts. I stand, and do a striptease for him sliding my dress off my shoulders, folding it down to my waist, displaying my pert little breasts to my appreciative one-man audience. 

Then I wiggle my hips and the dress slides slowly and seductively down over my ass, down my legs and off. I turn to place it carefully across the back of an over-stuffed chair (it might be just a little black dress, but it is a Vera... and it was $10,000!), as I expose my bare ass to him, still wearing my string. I turn back, kick my heels off, and slip into his silk shirt, rolling the sleeves up to my elbow. It feels wonderful; the silk is cool against my bare skin. I button it up, but leave the top three buttons strategically unbuttoned. 

He smirks and says, "I put on Mozart, but should have put on David Rose!" 

That is a reference to David Rose's famous tune, The Stripper! 

I giggle at the reference so apt to the situation. 

"Jason honey, I hope you don't think I am being slutty but I like you, and I-I wanted to s-show my body to you." 

"Not at all Angela, I am beginning to like you as well. And... you are a gorgeous woman." 

I give him a seductive smile, reach under the shirt, and pull off my string bikinis throwing them at him. He brings them to his nose and inhales. He smiles at me and says, 

"Mmm. Nice bouquet, a rather young varietal, but sweet," he took another sniff as I start to giggle, "a touch of musk with just a hint of Chanel No. 5." I am laughing, but trying to stifle it with me hand to my mouth. I reply, 

"So now you are some kind of panties connoisseur? 

"Just know what I like honey, just know what I like!" He slides his hand up to my cheek, looks into my little blues, "and I like you, Angela." 

"Sondra." I lower my head a little, and then raise my eyes to him, "my name is Sondra." I say softly. He smiles, and says softly as if he means it, 

"Lovely!" 

I want to make love to this man... tonight. I start my seduction with a sweet kiss, cuddling closer to him wearing just his silk shirt, and my stockings. He wastes no time in sliding his hand up my legs to my hips, and down over my ass. He lets his fingers trace the crevice between my buttocks, and I gasp as a fingertip slides over my little ass pucker. He continues down to my pussy lips slipping a finger inside me. 

We kiss open-mouthed as his finger starts to fuck me from behind. I shudder into a very nice little first orgasm. 

"Oh, Jason!" I say very breathy then continue, "Let's find a more comfortable place for this." 

Without a word, he picks me up in his arms and carries me upstairs to the second floor (third level). His master bedroom is palatial; and like downstairs, tastefully decorated. He gently sets me on his king-sized bed, pulls off his clothes down to his athletic style boxer briefs, and slides in beside me. 

"Jason I—" He interrupts me with a kiss. I forget what I was going to tell him. 

"Shhh! Don't talk!" He says, as he unbuttons the silk shirt I am wearing. He spreads it open and gasped at the tiny shapely beauty before him. He helps me out of the shirt, and I rise to a sitting position and pull down his briefs; he works them to his feet and kicks them off into a corner. His hard cock springs out nearly in my face, as I lower his shorts. 

I sit in front of him on the bed, and immediately take his cock into my mouth. He plays with my breasts and nipples as I stroke him in and out of my mouth. I guessed that he was about six-and-a-half to seven inches, and thick. I play with his balls, scratching the underside of them with my fingernails, while my tongue tickles the underside of the glans. He is moaning loudly, and I am stroking him pretty well, when I taste his pre-cum and pull him out of my mouth. 

I thought about insisting on a condom, but decide at the spur of the moment against it, and lie back, pulling him down on top of me. He supports himself on his arms as he slides himself easily into my small slit. He slides it in all the way, and then lowers his head to kiss me. Jason is a great kisser, and I am in heaven with his attentions. 

He starts to stroke in and out of my pussy with strong and even strokes, hitting my G-spot as if he knows where it is, and I start to get very close. My moans increase as he strokes harder, 

"Oh Jason, fuck me honey... fuck my pussy good." 

I am breathing so hard and I am so close; he is pounding me hard now and I get that familiar feeling quickly growing in my loins. 

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Ohhh Goooddd! I scream as I shudder and start to convulse into the strongest orgasm I have had in a long time. 

"Jason... darling, keep... fucking... me!" I say breathily. 

He is stroking me too fast to slow down, and I know he is very, very close. He is like a fucking machine as he pounds it into me. He stiffens suddenly, and grunts loudly as he jets his cum deep inside me. He groans through a dozen convulsions of his own as he moans, 

"Oh Sondra! Oh Son... Oh Godd!!" He collapses on top of me and moans in me ear, 

"Baby, you... are... the greatest!" He is still breathing hard as he continues, "Honey, I... love... fucking... you. You feel... wonderful! Amazing!" 

We kiss loudly and sloppily for what seems like a very long time. He flops onto his back, and I take his cock back into my mouth to clean him up, and to taste our mixed juices. I lick and slurp loudly as he moans with one wrist inverted and lying across his eyes. 

I finish licking him I flop back on the sheets myself, just allowing my drippy little quim to add juice to the already large wet spot. It is cool, but I like the feel of it and move my ass around in it a little. 

He moves down between my legs, and licks my well-fucked pussy, and sucks my clitoris into his lips, until I am close again, and jitter into a very nice little aftershock of a third orgasm. He rises to give me a taste of my own juice on his mouth. I lap them from his lips like a hungry little kitten. I almost feel like saying "meow!" but instead murmur, 

"Mmm, what a wonderfully tasty little pussy I have!" 

He laughs, "Best I have had in a long time, my dear." I look up at him and say, 

"I'm hungry! Make me something to eat!" He throws his head back and laughs a real man's laugh. 

"Okay. Okay, what would you like darlin'?" He is pushing the envelope a little with his endearments to me, but I do not contest them. He fucked my very well, so he is entitled. 

"Whatever you make, it had better be good. I have a pistol just where I can reach it, and I know how to use it!" 

He laughs again, and raises his hands saying, 

"Okay! Okay! Down, Tex! Or should I say Annie Oakley?" 

"Ah, Annie Oakley is a wimp next to me!" I say with a laugh of my own. 

We rise, and he heads to the shower. I strip off my stockings, the ones I he just fucked me wearing, enter the bathroom, open the shower door and intrude on his privacy. 

"Thought you could use some company. Don't want you to get lonely!" 

"Well, there's a pleasant thought!" With that, he pulls me in and shoves me up against the wall and fucks me again as the water runs over us... warming us. I shiver and convulse in his arms, as he drives his cock up into me all the way, stiffens and releases for a second time deep inside me. We soap up, rinse off, and towel down. 

I join him in the kitchen wearing a towel around my head, and one around my waist. Jason has one tucked in around his waist. He is busy making some omelets, with spinach, olives, cheese, and peppers and onions. He points to a cabinet across the room and says, 

"The pancake mix is in there." 

I mix up some batter, heat up another pan, and make a big stack of small round pancakes, golden brown. I find some strawberries in the refrigerator and a couple of kiwis on the counter, and slice them up for garnish. 

He serves me a platter full of the fruits of our labor, and I am sitting down with a mug of coffee devouring everything like a lumberjack, he laughs as I raise my head and say, muffled by the mouthful of food, 

"This is good! Damn good!" Then I wash it all down with the coffee. Sex always makes me hungry! 

"You seem to really be enjoying that! I kind of hate to get my hands anywhere near your mouth right now!" He says with a laugh. 

I swallow, and then reply, "Yes darling, I enjoyed the food..." I lower my eyes and continue softly, "and you!" I smile sweetly. 

"Not necessarily in that order I hope!" He exclaims with a manly smile. 

We cuddle on the couch a while, kissing and talking softly... just some puppy-love kinds of endearments. Somehow, the towel around my body got itself removed, and I had taken the one off my head, as he fondles my petite little form. His hands on my breasts, and down between my legs feel so wonderful as we kiss. I wish it could last a little longer. 

I tell him softly with a little sadness, "Jason, I should go." Not wanting to overstay my welcome with a man I am beginning to like very much. 

He stops me before I do, "Sondra, I would love it if you could stay the weekend... i-if you can." 

I brighten up, and mentally think through my calendar for tomorrow, and with a loving smile I reply, 

"Yes Jason, darling... I would love to stay with you!" 

END



Madam Zira & the Henderson Affair



Cincinnati, Ohio was just slightly above Mobile, Alabama on the list of profitable arts and craft fair locations for a dealer. Even Cleveland had moved up in the ranks. Yet there I sat, pissed off yet reluctantly resolved to make the best of the situation.

It was always good to have at least one 'psychic' present at these trailer trash shopping mall events. And that was I, Madam Zira – seer and fortuneteller for the lonely, the desperate, the ignorant thrillseeker with too much money and the boredom to waste it on what they knew was simple bullshit.

But it was that excess money and bullshit that kept me from starving. In essence, it was how I supported myself. The curiosity seekers and poor white trash who attended these events in the hope of finding that one piece of Elvis memorabilia that eluded their collection did not need to know I was really just Edie Rosenberg, well-preserved 60 year old widow struggling to make ends meet.

Oh, once I lived the 'good life'. My late husband Harry Rosenberg was a successful Manhattan tailor. We'd had a good 15 years together until he died of cancer. It took him quickly, for which I was thankful. I loved him and did not want to see him suffer. But now that Harry was gone, I was on my own. Thankfully, he'd left me the Winnebago we'd taken on our yearly trips to the Catskills and enough money from his well-managed mutual funds and life insurance to allow me some security. For a few years anyway. But life in a middle-class Brownstone in the Bronx without him and with no family of my own, I found myself longing to indulge in that mid-life crisis a proper married woman not dare pursue. So, like all of my other ladyfriends attempting to keep their husbands attentive (a futile gesture), I had the obligatory face life and boob job. Yet, with Harry gone, and his estranged son Isaac from his first marriage off on his own since age 16 trapped in a no doubt troubled life in which I obviously was not welcome, why not take to the road?

The money Harry had left me was more or less gone – what choice did I have? Isaac had never accepted me when Harry and I married. And at 16, how else would a rebellious teenager react, considering it had not been more than 5 years since his own mother had been killed in a car accident. Harry and I had not heard from him since he'd walked out the door that unforgettable June afternoon. And I certainly did not hear from him when his father died and did not see him in attendance at the funeral. There was nothing I could do for him now; the damage had been done. Harry had always been lenient with his only son. I, on the other hand, had been placed in the position of severe disciplinarian; and I know far too many times I had gone way too far in my 'discipline' of a young boy I truly wanted to love and care for. But that was ancient history. Now it was my turn. I decided to sell the Brownstone apartment and hit the road.

I'd always been a bit psychic. I think it came from my grandfather. I'd never met him, though had always been told we were two of a kind. But I never fancied myself as some sort of great seer or possessing some special insight into the future. I was just doing this to make a few extra bucks, see the country, and meet people. And the garish, stereotypical garb required for a true over-the-top fortuneteller appealed to me as well. I loved the spangled purple cape and black velvet robes, long black hair and crimson red fingernails I'd adopted as Madam Zira's 'look'. It was akin to being an actress, and this was my costume. Further adorned by several amulet necklaces, rings on almost every finger and long dangling earrings, I'd long gotten over the embarrassment of sitting at a fold-up table in a cheap plastic lawn chair in the middle of a crowded, noisy shopping mall hoping some small town rube would be willing to pass over $20 to have me lie to them about their future. Yet, at day's end, I usually had enough to indulge in a decent steak and bottle of wine at the town's local steakhouse. Then it was back to the 'Winnie' for a quick shower and a few pages of the latest Anne Rice novel before falling into an exhausted sleep. Afterall, these mall fairs were usually a two-day event. Tomorrow was another day and hopefully another $100 to pay for gas to fuel the gussling Winnie, and enough to pay for rental space at the next shopping mall arts fair or psychic festival. It was the last thing I had envisioned my 'retirement years' to consist of, but, well, Life loves to throw you curves…

So I sat there, watching the porcine thighs of women in polyester shorts and ill-fitting tank tops – their husbands wearing those ridiculous sandals that I'd always felt no man should be caught dead in, milling up and down the mall. Pausing here and there to look at the amateurish crafts and overpriced hand painted cuckoo clocks…and yes, the ceramic busts of Saint Elvis. 

I was suffering greatly from the heat. The long vibrant purple cloak I wore – adorned with silver glittery stars I'd cut from old fabric and had sewn on – and heavy velvet gown were sweltering in the perspiration-scented summer day mall. I played the part well, but god knew I paid for it in pain and heatstroke.

As I was adjusting my 'wares' upon the velvet covered table – a display of crystal necklaces and earrings I'd made in between festivals – I was polishing my oversized crystal ball and shuffling a deck of Tarot cards when I heard a deep voice speaking in front of me.

"And what you do you see of your own future in that crystal ball and those magic cards of yours?"

I looked up to find a tall, thin man younger than I yet older than his handsome face and physique let on. He looked down at me with a bemused smile. His voice hinted at some distant accent, but it was his smile that was most engaging. That and his large, interesting nose. I'd always been a 'nose woman' – turned on by a man's nose. Go figure.

I had seen him across the mall at his own table apparently selling audio tapes of some unknown content, and we had exchanged a few polite nods when our eyes had met between the throngs of people surveying the wares of the dealers there.

"This is my future," I laughed with unmasked disdain as I waved my hand over the table of my paltry wares and gauche get-up. Why pretend I was anything other than what I really was. He knew I was a fraud.

He chuckled, his long, thin face adorned with a thick greying moustache wrinkling up a bit.

He folded his arms across his chest.

"Well…Madam Zira," he addressed me as he read the small handmade placard at the front of my table; "Can you tell me my future?"

I knew he was coming on to me.

"For $20 I will tell you whatever you want to hear," I grinned knowingly. He knew I was a charlatan, just as I knew he was a travelling cad with a case full of bullshit tapes to pawn off on the masses for an exorbitant price. We did have one thing in common though – we were both gypsies on the road trying to survive.

He sat down in the plastic lawn chair on the other side of the table across from me, his dark brown eyes piercing as he reached out his hand for me to take.

"I am not a palm reader," I told him, giving him a defiant and defensive glare from my own teal-colored eyes. He just wanted to hold my hand and no doubt begin his come-on act. Exactly why, I wasn't quite sure. I was probably old enough to be his mother, though I had to admit I was a very nice looking 60-year-old woman.

"No," he shook his head slightly, and nodded down to his hand. I now saw the neatly folded $20 bill resting between his thumb and forefinger.

I looked up at him and with a musing smile took the money and put it in the cashbox I kept hidden under the table.

"What would you like to know of your future?" I asked him with a serious tone, yet I could not help but smile at him. We both knew the score. I knew what he really wanted, and frankly, after quick consideration, I was beginning to want it too. It was very lonely on the road. And I had mourned Harry's passing long enough.

He was not a bad looking man. Thick dark hair carefully coifed, almost a pompadour, framing a long, gaunt face tanned by too many outdoor festivals. That or a weekly visit to the tanning booth. His thick peppery moustache would have appeared unseemly had it not been for the genuine and even sweet smile he delivered me. His hands were likewise darkly tanned; fingers long, thin and almost delicate but the obvious wear and tear, calluses and unkempt fingernails unmasked a man who had known hard labor.

"I'd like to know if I will sell at least one of my tapes today," he said with some seriousness. He was now staring at the crimson satin bandana I wore around my head.

I set down the Tarot cards, gazed down into my crystal ball and ran my hands over it with melodramatic gestures…all the while fighting the smile I knew he also fought to expose upon his own lips. We both knew this was just a game.

"Yes, " I finally replied. "I see that you will sell at least one of your tapes."

He grinned. "Oh good. I can now be assured I'll be able to afford 

that Big Mac at McDonald's I've been craving all day."

It was near 6:00 PM and near the end of Day One of the festival. I hadn't eaten all day, and from his wry statement perceived he hadn't either.

"Yes, " I continued, "and I think I can even tell you the name of the person who will buy that tape."

His eyebrow suddenly arched.

"Oh really? Now that would be truly psychic. Tell me who, Madam Zira?"

I stood up and smiled. "Well, her name is Edie Rosenberg, and she would like to see just what kinds of tapes you have for sale."

His smile was radiant, almost sensual. He also then stood.

"Well I hope Edie Rosenberg likes poorly recorded murder mysteries, because that is all that Rolf Henderson has to sell."

I threw a velvet cut of cloth over the crystal ball and locked the set of small display cases housing my crystal trinkets as I responded, placing them all in an aluminum-type suitcase I used for transporting my wares.

"Well, Mr. Henderson, my crystal ball tells me that Edie would love a murder mystery tape to listen to while she drives her Winnebago to her next craft fair. It gets lonely on the road."

I looked up into Rolf Henderson's eyes, and found them dancing down into mine. He was much taller than I was, and I could not help but feel a stirring within myself that this charming rogue could so easily soften my hardened but lonely heart.

I picked up a tape from his rickety table. The tape was called "Jerusalem Jewels". I really didn't care what it was about. I dropped $10 into the cigar box he had as his cashbox on the table and put the tape in my satin satchel.

"Well, McDonalds, here I come!" he laughed as he quickly began tossing his collection of tapes in a tattered, wrinkled paper bag and putting the cigar box under his arm.

"No doubt a Madam with your special gifts doesn't need to eat at McDonalds, but, would you care to join me?" His smile was dazzling.

"Madam Zira prefers the local finery," I could not help but jest; "but Edie Rosenberg lives on fast food. I'd be happy to join you."

"Good," this man named Rolf Henderson responded with a smile, and even took my arm as we made our way through the thinning crowd to exit the mall. 

There was no need to debate who would drive to the fast food restaurant, as there was a McDonald's across the street from the mall parking lot.

Over Big Macs and chocolate milkshakes, we chatted casually and impersonally about the trials and tribulations of being craft fair dealers, the caliber of customer attending such events, and even the loneliness of the life of an 'on-the-road' second rate entrepreneur.

I did mention Harry to him, and my status as a widow on the road trying to make a few extra bucks. He seemed genuinely interested, and sympathetic over Harry's death. Rolf casually mentioned two divorces, a lengthy overseas period of life (must have been where he'd picked up that touch of accent, I surmised), and the troubled relationship he'd had with a lady he'd left behind in Huntington, West Virginia to try selling his tapes at this Cincinnati craft fair.

Even though in essence it had been my money that had afforded the two of us this processed fare passing as food, I had to admit it was very nice to share a meal with a pleasant gentleman again. Since Harry had died I'd had few suitors, and those consisted of widowed or divorced friends or business associates of Harry's. Even a few of his married ones. And none of it – or them - seemed 'right' to me. Even though he'd died almost 5 years ago, I still felt a great loyalty to Harry. Though I knew he would want me to get on with my life after his death and find someone for companionship, I had not yet found anyone even remotely interesting to me in such a way. Until now…

The man sitting across from me – Rolf Henderson – was not at all what I would have thought I might consciously desire in a 'relationship'. He was obviously a gentile for one thing. He was much younger than I, and lastly, he was a hack writer who sold his stories on tape at third rate craft fairs in third rate cities. Not my prime choice for a mate of any kind. And the fact that he seemed interested in me also was puzzling. But then, who was I to make judgements? 

My next stop on the Fair circuit was Indianapolis. And that was to begin in two days. So my choice was simple: a polite Thank You for the Big Mac and shake and a solitary walk back to my Winnabego for a few pages of Anne Rice and a good night's sleep; or a one night stand with this oddly handsome stranger. I knew by the look in Rolf's eyes and his devilish smile that he was hoping and working for the latter.

Before I could decide, Rolf smiled and spoke.

"I've always found the best way to get rid of the taste of a Big Mac is with a nice, dry Martini – shaken not stirred; interested? There is a little bar just a hop, skip and jump away from here."

His dark eyes were dancing into mine again, and I could not help but smile.

"Sure, why not," I heard myself say without giving it any thought.

**************

An hour or two later after three rounds of Martinis and just for fun, several shots of peppermint Schnapps, Rolf had his arm around my shoulder and I had my hand none-too-politely upon his thigh as we sat close to one another at the bar of this dingy tavern. Peanut shells littered the floor, and wet glass rings covered the scratched bar. One had to be careful to not have their elbow soaked by the damp ghost of someone's wet glass or bottle of beer.

Rolf was laughing uproariously, and I was in slight inebriation laughing with him over something I knew nothing about. I just knew I felt good, I was in the arm of a charming man, and I was beginning to want him. My wandering hand upon his muscular thigh told me he wanted the same. But then, why wouldn't he? Further, why wouldn't I?

Twenty minutes later, with only a fleeting thought this might not be a good idea but too inebriated and sexually aroused to care, I had invited Rolf into my Winnebago. As I turned around to turn on the light switch, he suddenly grasped me in his arms and was pressing his lips upon mine in a deep, passionate kiss. He forced his tongue between my lips and licentiously explored my mouth. 

I did not resist him. I did not want to resist. I was reaching for the zipper of his khaki slacks and pulling it down, reaching my right hand in to find him fully aroused. I could hear his breathing become harder, harsher as he felt my hand upon him. He was then pushing me toward the futon bed in the back end of the RV.

He fell on top of me and began tearing at my clothes with anxious hands, wanting to feel my bare skin. I involuntarily gasped when I felt his hands part open the seams of my dress bodice and caress my large soft breasts and hardened nipples. His lips upon my neck, kissing and biting the fragile skin sent shivers throughout my entire body, and I could not help but moan in total pleasure.

Half nude and lying weak beneath him, Rolf raised up to his knees and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it on the bed beside us. Even in the dim light I could see that his chest was well toned and covered with thick black curly hair. 

His eyes were clouded as his hands began eagerly attempting to remove the rest of my clothes. I thoughtlessly helped him, and soon I lay nude beneath him. Though I was much older than he, the implants, facelift and active lifestyle I'd kept had allowed even this 60-year-old woman a rather attractive body.

He smiled lasciviously as he bent down and took my nipple between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. The sensation was intense and intoxicating. I'd never been made love to like this before. Harry had always been a fair lover, but very conventional.

As he bit and flicked my breast, his hand forced my legs apart and he began to massage me. It was almost more than I could bear. I felt myself wanting to climax like I never had before. My whole body was tingling and I was gasping with moans I'd never heard uttered from my own lips.

Before I could climax, Rolf moved back and positioned himself over me. His hands grasped each of my wrists and pulled my arms up over my head. I could feel the weight of his body against me as he held me prone. I wasn't afraid, but excited and anxious as to what he would do next.

As it slowly moved fully into me, I heard him moaning with uncontrolled words.

"God this feels so good," he sighed; "You feel so good."

He moved his hips up and down within me. Slowly at first, then gradually faster. I could barely see his face in the dim light, but his body was radiating incredible warmth, his scent an intoxicating mix of masculine perspiration and faint cologne.

Even though it was somewhat painful for me – it had been so long since I'd been with a man – it was also an incredibly erotic experience. I didn't know if I was being raped or just participating in a raw, animalistic sexual encounter. Either way, for some strange reason, I didn't care. Even my loyalty to Harry's memory could not stop me from wanting Rolf's intense sexuality.

Suddenly he moaned with a helpless cry, and I felt his release. He slowly pulled himself out of me and collapsed beside me on the bed.

I laid there silently, almost feeling dizzy from what was being done to me. Even though I had yet to climax, I somehow felt sexually satisfied.

His fingertips reached over and lightly grazed my breast, my still-hard nipples, squeezing them and playing with then as he gradually caught his breath.

My legs were trembling a bit, and the longing to orgasm was still within me. I could not help but put my hand between my legs and massage myself.

Rolf raised up a bit and moved over to gaze down at me. He gently took hold of my hand and placed it upon his cheek. He smiled down at me sweetly –

"Edie, you don't have to do that. I would never leave a lady unsatisfied".

He then arched over me and kissed me tenderly upon the lips, cheek, eyes, nose and down the length of my neck with soft, biting kisses. His hands gently caressed my breasts, cupping each in his hands as he moved down to kiss upon them slowly and thoughtfully. He moved his body down slowly, exploring every part of my body with his lips – all done every so slowly and so gently.

As his lips pressed upon my trembling stomach – his tongue teasingly flicking at my navel – and as he moved farther down to the mound of darkly grey hair, my hips involuntarily bucked.

Even in my sexual disphoria, I heard him whisper, "It's okay", and his hands firmly held my hips as his mouth found the center of my sexual arousal and began very slowly and gently massaging it with his tongue.

I was already so close to orgasm that it did not take long for me to climax. I could hear my voice rising to a fevered pitch of overwhelming, blinding ecstasy that I literally cried out with a scream as I felt my body become a hot tingling shivering mass of flesh. It was one of the most incredible orgasms I had ever experienced.




Madam Zira & the Henderson Affair



I could not speak; I could but lie there barely breathing. But I could feel Rolf's body move down onto the bed next to me and cover our nude bodies with the old duvet I kept at the end of the bed.

He took my limp, dew-coated body against his own sweat-soaked body and held me tightly for a few minutes. 

"You are a beautiful, sensual lady, Madam Zira," he whispered into my ear. "It has been a pleasure and honor making love to you," he murmured as he kissed my cheek and I fell into a deep, exhausted slumber.

When I awoke the next morning, feeling tired and sore but also invigorated with that strange but lovely rejuvenation only sex can give a body and spirit, Rolf Henderson was gone.

I dug into a small storage bin to find the tattered short kimono robe to cover my chilled body and I slowly made my way to the front of the RV to heat some water for a desperately needed cup of hot tea. As the water heated on the small stove burner, I peered out with squinted eyes into the bright sunny morning to search the deserted parking lot where I'd parked my Winnebego for some sight of Rolf. All that occupied the large spanse of pavement were a few mall security cars, a Brinks truck parked near the south entrance of the mall, and a large trash sweeper truck.

The tea kettle began to whistle and I turned my hazy attention back to the tea. I glanced down to reach for my old chipped tea mug, and saw sitting next to it a small cassette box.

I thought to myself it must be the tape I had bought from Rolf the afternoon before. I couldn't now remember the name of it, nor had I much cared when I'd bought it from him. Something about jewels in Jerusalem. Probably one of his 'overseas adventures' I thought to myself with a slight smile as I poured the hot water over the tea bag hanging in my mug.

As the tea steeped, I reached for the cassette tape and went to sit in the large driver's seat of the RV. I opened the box and pulled out the tape. Without my glasses I had to squint my eyes to read the label upon the tape.

The cassette tape was entitled "Madam Zira and the Henderson Affair."

Odd, I thought, and quite surprising. When he'd had time to make a quick tape before disappearing this morning I had no idea. Unless he carried a tape recorder with him. I smiled to myself thinking I'd certainly explored his body – dressed and undressed – well enough to not detect any type of recording device.

As I sat in the Captain's chair of the large Winnebago, the morning sun pouring in and wrapped up in my old kimono sipping hot sugary tea, I put the tape into the cassette player.

"Edie, this is no random event. I have known that I would find Madam Zira for many years now. I will see you in Indianapolis…"

**************

I did not even wait to see if Rolf would stay for the final day of Cincinnati's fair. I somehow knew he was gone and off to Indiana.

"I ain't givin' you no refund for not staying the entire event, Madam Zorba…or whatever the hell you call yourself!" the mall's Events Director assured me with defensive hostility, as if he expected some argument from me. I barely paid attention to him as I folded up my table and began to drag my lawn chairs down the abandoned mallway.

"Keep it," I called back to him with a smile belying the anger in my voice. "Donate it to the local literacy group. Might want to attend some of their classes while you're at it." 

It was bad enough to hear English spoken incorrectly, but to have it spoken to your face by the product of a Midwestern trailer park was even worse. I couldn't help but chuckle as I heard his yell of "Bitch" echo through the mall as I pushed through the exit and dragged my gear toward the Winnebago. I had to at least give him credit for understanding the insult.

Indiana was not one of my favorite places. I'd been there once before. Flatlands…green but somehow not lush…sparse city life and a population that seemed to me like Vegas might have been in the 20's – ripe but unplucked.

I had already long ago signed up and paid for my spot at Indy's yearly craft fair, so it was fairly easy to set up my table and wares upon arrival in town just after dark. 

The fairgrounds at which the event was being held was already in full set-up mode; and once I found a suitable place for my Winnebago it merely was a simple matter of locating the Events Director. He was an elderly local with a mind of steel who directed me exactly to my rented lot without so much as an upward glance. I did ask him about Rolf Henderson, but on this one issue it seemed he was mentally absent.

I slept long and deep that night before the fair began. The lights of the midway and the rides flickered through the windows of my Winnie as I thought of Rolf and wondered of his mysterious, almost insistent invasion of my life. I was too old and too experienced to let myself become foolish about this, yet as I drifted off to sleep, still could not figure out why this man had so abruptly and forcibly entered my life.

In the warm morning sun of an Indiana July, I set up my table and chairs under an old, peeling white painted booth. I was just grateful for the shade, even if the warped wood of the lean-to was rotted and seemingly infected with termites.

Outdoor fairs were always far more successful than mall fairs. They drew more people – families to entertain their children with the carnival rides, livestock 'enthusiasts' and, in this case, motocross fans whose sons risked their lives on four-wheel ATVs over a man-made track even an off-road jeep would hesitate navigating. All in all it was a noisy and exciting atmosphere.

Nevertheless, I was finally there – and now it seemed I was there to find Rolf Henderson. I wanted an explanation for the tape he'd mysteriously left in my trailer, and I perhaps wanted more of an 'explanation' of his forceful sexual 'assault' upon me. God knew I'd loved and enjoyed it. However, like most women, I wanted to further understand why a man of perhaps 40 would have so wanted a woman of my age.

Business was extraordinarily good that day. Patron after patron – mainly women with their husbands standing patiently yet tolerantly behind – took a seat in front of me and after easily passing over their money allowed me to 'look into their future' and tell them of their lives past and their lives to be. As was the intent, many then would purchase a piece of my ware – a pair of quartz crystal earrings or a gold-plated amulet on a faux gold chain to serve as a remembrance of the fair. I'd gotten a good deal on it all in gross at wholesale from one of Harry's old contacts in the New York jewelry trade

Despite the dilapidated facilities, I was pleased with my booth. Having walls, I was able to drape them with black velvet cuts of cloth covered with sewn-on stars and half-moons; the electrical hookup allowing me to set up fluorescent black-lights and also use my 'boom-box' to play mystical new-age music. Compared to the paltry Cincinnati mall gig, this Indy set-up seemed almost palatial.

I'd only had two quick breaks through the day, primarily to use the 'Port a John', as I did not want to leave my booth and its belongings empty for too long. Yet my mind was still on locating Rolf. He'd said on his tape he'd 'see me in Indianapolis', and I hoped that meant at this fair.

Night fell, and the carnival lit up like a Christmas tree. I loved the lights, sounds and scents of a summer carnival. The delighted screams of children on the portable rides…the sound of local music under the tent of a makeshift pavilion…the scent of popcorn, cotton candy and hotdogs.

It was nearing closing time at this small-town fair. I had done well and was greatly pleased. I did not feel at all guilty about what I told people in the guise of 'seer and prophet' Madam Zira. There was a truth to the Tarot I believed, and it was in essence simple deduction through simple questions and answers I elicited from them while acting the mystic, perhaps awing Madam Zira. A dramatic wave and wide-eyed gaze into the crystal ball didn't hurt either. The blacklights, music and gothic attire also helped. Not to mention sitting there on a hot summer night amid carnival lights and the atmosphere of adventure and fun.

But I remembered the hot dogs and cotton candy. Their scent wafted through my ancient booth all day and into the night. It seemed my attention from the fairgoers had virtually disappeared, and I decided to shut down a half-hour early and get a bite to eat before collapsing in my bed in the Winnie. Yet still, there was Rolf. I had not seen any sight of him throughout the day, and was beginning to think it was all a con. That he'd just used me for a quick one night stand and had lied to me and disappeared to who knew where. I'd known from talking to other ladies contracted with the summer fair circuit that it was not an unknown event to have such happen; it was only that it was the first time it had happened to me. I'd let my guard down, and was now pondering feelings of anger, guilt and embarrassment. Even if it had been one of the best sexual experiences of my life.

I'd shut down my booth, pulling down the dusty, moth-eaten tarp around the sides and front of the shed – taking with me my rather expensive crystal ball, cards and handmade wares – and let my sense of smell lead me to the nearest hot dog stand.

Granted, I was not all that comfortable with carnival food. But I was too hungry to care how long it had been sitting out, whose unwashed hands had touched it or when it had expired. I was not kosher so I felt no guilt in eating a hot dog. In fact, I loved them. Besides, a carnival hot dog probably had no real meat in it at all. But I was willing to risk it due to hunger. Even after seeing the hot dog vendor. In his little overly lit cart, 285 pounds of pure career carny, wearing a tank top three sizes too small for him and a long grizzled greyish beard that looked like it hadn't been combed – or washed – in weeks. Still, I was willing to buy a dog from him – with ketchup, onions, chili and cheese, I added. He just grunted and thoughtlessly prepared the hotdog.

"Make that two," I suddenly heard a voice close behind me say to the vendor, and turned around to look up into the face of Rolf Henderson.

It was almost surreal…standing there with the multi-colored flickering of the midway lights backlighting his tall and svelte frame. He was dressed not unlike a magician, even with a touch of makeup on his face. It was indeed Rolf Henderson…buying hot dogs. For two.

He smiled down at me.

"Well, Madam Zira, we meet again."

He handed the vendor $10, took the dogs from him and handed one to me as he continued speaking.

"How are your accommodations here? Hopefully much better, and far more successful, than Cincinnati."

My first desire was to interrogate him about his disappearance 'the morning after', the mysterious tape he'd left and what his real intentions were. But to be honest, I was just so happy to see him again I quickly decided to play along and be cool. In essence, leave Edie Rosenberg and her female inquisitiveness in the background, and let Madam Zira handle the situation.

"Yes, much better than Cincinnati," I responded before a delicate but full bite of the hot dog. Not bad actually; too much chili and not enough onions, but at the moment it was the best food I'd ever eaten.

"By the way," I added as I held it up for a moment in a gesture of acknowledgement, "thanks for the hot dog. Haven't had anything to eat all day. Been too busy."

Rolf smiled – "Seems like every meal I've ever bought you has been fast food." I just silently returned his smile and took a bite of the dog, looking away casually. I was thinking.

As we slowly began to make our way down the small midway, now dwindling down to a few drunken teenage lovers walking leisurely hand in hand in no hurry to leave the magic of the carnival, and the usual clean-up roadies picking up discarded popcorn cartons and emptying barrel-sized trash cans, Rolf spoke in between mannered bites of his hotdog.

"So, business been that good for you, has it?"

"Can't complain," I responded coyly. "I saw you left Cincinnati in quite a hurry." Edie had suddenly reared her head – couldn't help myself.

"Well, Madam," he was quick on the uptake, "you saw how successful my tapes were in Cincinnati. I think aside from your purchase I only had one other sale. Why waste another day of my time when I could be here. Indy has always been good to me."

"Oh really?" I asked; "Indiana folks more into stories on audio tape than Ohioans?"

"Not really," he replied, finishing his dog and throwing the little white cardboard holder into a nearby bin; "Just an easier sell. Cincy crowd far more sophisticated bunch."

I laughed aloud. "You've got to be kidding!"

"No, really," he chuckled, then flashed me a dazzling smile. "These people will buy just about anything at a fair, just to show they'd been to it I suppose. To them, handmade spice racks, books on audio, crystal necklaces and amulets on gold chains – it is all very exotic. Has nothing to do with the product; they could get that anywhere. It's that they got it at the fair that is the true draw, the true allure. You know, the lights, the smells, the sounds, the 'event'.

His face turned up to the sky then with a mischievous smile and laughed.

"So," I had to ask, "what's with the monkey suit and makeup?" I then grinned almost derisively, but the words were tinged with a gentle tease.

Rolf seemed to take no offense. In fact, he did a little strut in front of me as we walked and swirled his cape around with a melodramatic flare that would have made Count Dracula ashamed.

"You don't like it?" he asked in jest with feigned disappointment. He then returned to my side as we slowly walked to nowhere in particular.

"Oh no, I do," I responded, after finishing my hotdog and disposing of the paper holder in a nearby trash barrel. The roadie standing by it had just finished emptying it. He grunted something unintelligible but undoubtedly unpleasant. I ignored him and smiled at Rolf - "It's very elegant."

He sidled up to me – the first time he'd touched me since our strange 'reunion.' The touch of his arm against mine was stirring to say the least.

"Just helping out an old buddy," Rolf explained. "He's a longtime carny magician and his lovely assistant Gail came down with the flu. Probably had one of these hot dogs," he smiled. "So I told him I'd help him out."

"Well, sorry I missed the show," I told him somewhat distantly, wanting more to get a fix on where this conversation was going; and more, where we were going. We'd circled the small midway twice talking. I wanted to ask him about what had transpired between us the day before, but for some reason being with him again, remembering his touch, the feel of him, somehow I didn't want myself to become Edie and become demanding and inquisitive. And such passiveness was simply not Edie Rosenberg and never had been. However, I'd never met anyone like Rolf Henderson. I was truly – for perhaps the first time in my life – at a genuine loss for direction. In every sense. I did not like the feeling.

"Yes, Madam Zira," he looked down gazing deeply into my eyes as he stood almost touching me, "You should have seen it. Magic is your gift and your trade. And you are quite magical."

Edie Rosenberg knew this was pure seduction. Madam Zira also knew this was pure seduction. But neither really cared. Knowing it was enough. Whether to act upon it was another matter completely.

I took a few steps back from Rolf and smiled knowingly.

"Yes, and you possess a few powerful tricks of your own. The other night was indeed magical, but now the trick for you is explaining your motives. Are you that good a magician?"

Rolf Henderson shook his head with an almost sad smile, as if his previous seemingly inflated bravado had been burst. Even his body seemed to shrink and his shoulders sink.

"I'm no magician, Edie. I'm perhaps just a simple second-rate writer trying to sell my stories on audiotape. And not doing very well at that."

"Perhaps you are," I cautiously responded amid the shutdown of carnival lights like a metaphor for the sudden seriousness of our conversation.

"I did listen to "Jerusalem Jewels" as I drove here. And yes, it was second rate." I continued with a serious tone in my voice. 

Rolf did not seem to take offense. He stood there listening intently.

"I may not be a true psychic, but I do know enough to realize there is far more to you than meets the eye. Granted, you are a great lover. And you may be a writer…but as even you admit not a great one." Now I smiled with a bit of shame at my previous harshness. 

"But your tape…the other one. I want an explanation."

Rolf did not smile outwardly, but it radiated from his entire body as he moved toward me and took hold of my hands.

"Edie, let's go somewhere and talk. And I'll try to explain everything to you," he said in a voice like velvet.

I now knew better than to trust him. But I could not help remembering his incredible sexual prowess, his charming demeanor…and right now, that swarthy thin face, masculine full moustache and that large yet sharply pointed nose that was so incredibly sensual to me. For a gentile he had a nose even a Jew would find admirable.

Yet, I truly wanted to hear what he had to say. I'd driven like a demon to Indianapolis to find him for just that reason. And against my better judgement I heard myself saying –

"My Winnebago is parked not far from here."

Rolf fought the smile touching his lips. "That would be fine,"' he said.

********************

I offered coffee, but Rolf politely asked if I had anything 'a bit stronger' around. Shoved back behind the small collection of old teacups and boxes of Lipton's caffeinated teabags was an ancient bottle of Scotch I'd kept when my father died. Over the many years since he'd died I'd slowly let go of the 'memorabilia' I'd kept by which to remember him. A pair of white leather casual shoes…the picture ID tag he had to wear to enter the facility in which he worked…his wallet and its contents…the little marble dog I'd made as a child at some Synagogue retreat I'd given him and found after he'd died kept on his desk at work…and this old bottle of Scotch. It was almost empty. Papa was not a drinker, but he enjoyed a small touch of Scotch and water on the rocks when he came home from work. Even after all these years I still had it. Aside from his military medals and bars I kept tucked away and would never part with, this old bottle of scotch was the only thing of Papa's I still had. The label had almost peeled off and the bottle was dusty, but I had no doubt the liquor inside was good. Afterall, though I knew little about Scotch, it had been almost 20 years since Papa had died. I assumed 20 year old Scotch was quite impressive to serve to Rolf.

I poured a touch of it into my best jelly jar drinking glass, added some tap water and put a few ice cubes in. 

Rolf sat at my very small kitchen bar and silently watched this process. I had no idea what he was thinking, but I could almost feel his eyes exploring me; not in a sexual way, but more with a thoughtful, contemplative demeanor.

As an afterthought, I quickly decided to indulge in a splash of the old Scotch myself. "Why not?" I thought. Perhaps Rolf's story warranted a bit of 'celebratory' libation. That, or it would require slight inebriation to endure. Either way, I pulled out another jelly jar and fixed another like I had for Rolf.

I sat down across from him at the little linoleum bar, and slid the 'glass' over to him.

"Thanks," he said and picked it up for a slow but minimal sip. I emulated him, waiting for him to begin talking.

But he did not. He merely put the glass down and faced me with an unreadable stare.




Madam Zira & the Henderson Affair



I finally had to say something, the silence intolerable.

"Well?"

Rolf sighed and sat back, taking a longer and more substantial drink of the Scotch and water.

He chuckled to himself as he shook his head with an almost sad, chagrined smile.

"Oh Edie," he finally said, "I don't know where to begin."

I sat forward, serious and intent. When it came to such matters, I hated to beat around the bush.

"Begin at the beginning," I told him.

Rolf slowly moved forward and sat the glass down in front of him, momentarily gazing deeply into my eyes, searching them.

"I'd rather begin at the end," he said with an enigmatic smile.

I was growing increasingly frustrated. And when I was frustrated I usually became very firm and direct, unsparing of feelings or consequences. No doubt it came from Mama – a no-nonsense woman who trusted no one and tolerated nothing but the truth. I remembered at least that much of her from my childhood. The Nazis had taken her, like so many others of my immediate and distant family, to Auschwitz. It was my Papa who had gotten me out of Germany so long ago – crying as he knew he could not save his wife, his brothers, his son…my younger brother whose lovely blond hair could not even save him from being tagged a Jew, and whose golden locks were the only thing I could remember of him. I don't remember the journey to New York with Papa, and becoming a US citizen at Ellis Island. I only remember that it was just he and I alone in a strange country with beloved family fated to circumstances I knew Papa could not bear to think about. As we had hidden in the woods off the path by the train station, watching Mama and baby David – named after my father – and Papa's brother Saul being forced into the overcrowded trains headed toward Auschwitz and certain death, I heard my father cry. It was the only time in my life I could remember him crying. And it kept me from being overly emotional at this moment.

"Fine – begin anywhere you want. Just tell me why the hell you came into my life and what you want from me," I tersely began.

"Rolf, I am not a stupid woman. Yes, I let you make love to me. Perhaps a mistake, but it was wonderful. So do not misunderstand. But surely you understand my great curiosity and also my caution about your actions."

"If it is just sex you want – some casual affair on the fair circuit – well, I'm not at all adverse to that if it is clear that is all you want."

"However," I continued, and Rolf sat there listening with a most impressive patience and attention, his dark eyes never leaving mine –

"I know there is something more to this. Madam Zira may be a fake, but I am not. I am a 60 year old woman, with all the experience and wisdom to go with living that long. Why a 40 year old man would want me with such persistent passion is puzzling, but," I uncontrollably smiled, "I certainly will not refuse it."

"But I know there is more to you, Rolf; much more than you let on. And I want to know what it is." I sat back and took a long drink of the Scotch, coolly waiting for his response. Inside I was a mass of frayed nerves.

Rolf sat the glass of Scotch on the bar and slowly stood up. Instantly I was on my guard. But I sat still and followed his movements.

He walked around the bar and stood before me, over me, looked down into my eyes with dark brown orbs that seems almost misty, teary. His smile was genuinely sweet.

"This would be so much easier to explain if we were in Las Vegas."

I sat there, stunned. I stood up and shook his hold off of me.

"What?!" I exclaimed. I was instantly furious. I knew it now. He was pure con and Don Juan.

I moved toward the door of the Winnebago and turned to face him, no doubt with an expression of pure anger. 

"Out!" I responded solidly, my voice raising a bit in pitch.

Rolf smiled helplessly, which angered me further.

"Edie, please," he quickly responded. He shook his head.

"Please just give me a chance to explain," he said, his hands outreached beseechingly.

I felt as cold as stone.

"I gave you your chance. You blew it. Now get out." I reached for the doorknob and threw open the entry door of the trailer.

Rolf seemed angry, yet was obviously masking it.

"Fine Edie. I'll leave," he responded quickly and yet cordially.

"I knew you would be a passionate and opinionated woman," he commented as he moved toward me and the door – then turned to look at me; 

"But I never expected you to be so damned stubborn."

He smiled quickly and before I could respond swiftly moved to press a kiss against my cheek. As he stood on the outer step of the trailer, he turned back and said with a seriousness I did not expect –

"This is not over yet, Edie. You will understand it all soon enough…and will want to. And only I can tell you the whole story."

It was all bullshit, and I knew it. Just a cad with a scam to get either sex or money out of me. Or both.

"Goodnight and Goodbye," I hissed at him as I grabbed the inner doorknob.

Rolf smiled easily, almost haughtily as if he delighted in knowing something more than I did. As I pulled the door shut solidly, I heard him say –

"Goodnight Madam Zira."

***********************

I could not sleep, nor could I concentrate on my 'work' the next day. I was making great money at my booth telling the pathetic and unhappy housewives their 'future', but all I could think about was Rolf Henderson's words.

At 2:00 PM I shut down my booth and went to the magic show pavilion. I hated to admit it, but during the night I'd thought a great deal about Rolf and his words. They half-angered me, and half-intrigued me…to a point I could not help but want to investigate more. Even though I knew that was exactly what he wanted me to do. I somehow knew it was all an elaborate set-up, but, why me? What was there to gain? I had little money. If Rolf just wanted sex, all he'd have to do is say so. But he didn't. He hinted at much, much more.

As I sat in the back of the pavilion, the magic show parading down on the small stage below me – Rolf glaringly absent – I thought about his words again.

What was so special about Las Vegas? My first impression was he wanted my money to gamble in the hope of gaining more – without me benefiting except for perhaps a quick roll in bed. The fact was I had little money, and what I did have was not worth one night of sex and a weekend in Vegas where I ended up footing the bill. Las Vegas was on my itinerary of fairs…but not until next month. As I had laid in bed pondering this all, I fought with myself to stick to my itinerary and not let this handsome, clever con man bilk me out of any more of myself. I'd given him my body. So what? I enjoyed it immensely. Harry was dead, and I'd not had sex with anyone since he'd died. I had little qualm about that. Rolf and I had both gotten something out of our one night of passion. But as far as taking him or following him to Las Vegas to seduce more out of me than my body, no way. I had to draw the line there. Edie Rosenberg was no fool. And with that, I reasserted myself and focused on remembering who I was and what I stood for. And Rolf Henderson would NEVER be the man to change that.

I left the magic show and went back to my booth. By the end of the day I'd made enough to cover the rental of the booth and even enough to cover my fuel costs to get to the next fair. And surprisingly, even enough to indulge in Indianapolis' best steak house…or at least the best one I could find listed in the "Best of Indy" section of the newspaper.

Satiated with a huge T-bone and two glasses of fine Burgundy wine…with all the 'trimmings' (salad, fresh vegetables and wonderful hearth-baked bread), I somewhat reluctantly went back to the Winnie for a few pages of Anne Rice and a long deep sleep.

But that was not to be.

I had undressed and showered in my tiny stall hooked up to the water facilities of the fairgrounds. It was tepid water, but it was cleansing, and I carefully placed Madam Zira's long black wig on the Styrofoam 'head' and indulged in a long overdue washing of my own short grey-blond hair.

The pleasant shower had almost allowed me to forget Rolf, my struggle to survive without Harry, and all the hardship and strangeness currently invading my life…until I reached for the old blue duvet that covered the futon set in the very back of the Winnie.

I was a bit of an amateur 'decorator', and had enjoyed furnishing the Winnebago to suit my needs and my comfort. I wanted a very 'oriental' style to that part of the Winnie. The futon was situated in the very back of the trailer, with built-in shelves on either side painted in black lacquer. The curtains above the bed over the large spanse of glass originally there to 'let in light' was a heavy brocade panel of material I'd found in Manhattan, decorated with peonies and oriental dragons. Little figurines of Geishas and Buddhas adorned the tops of the shelves – which I had painted myself – and below allowed for my beloved book collection. The right set of shelves housed my small but enjoyed collection of music and videotapes. When I could find a fair facility that offered enough electrical power, I was able to plug in the old 13 inch TV I had mounted on a platform against the alcove overhang and divert my thoughts with the local TV stations (if I could pull them in without an antenna) or watch something from my video collection. Since the Winnebago was now my permanent home, such minor pleasures were greatly appreciated.

The cassette tape lying on the pillow underneath the duvet was covered by one fresh, fragrant rose. Rolf. Though I had earlier decided to banish Rolf from my life, I had to smile at this surprising and romantic gesture. Granted, I did not like the idea of him literally breaking into my trailer to leave this 'gift', I could not help but be emotionally effected by it.

I picked up the rose and took a long smell of it. Fresh and beautiful, such a deep red and with petals so soft I had to draw them across my cheek. 

I smiled as I picked up the cassette tape. This man was quite the "Mission Impossible" fan. I was surprised at the end of them he did not say, "This tape will self-destruct in five seconds". 

I truly did not want to hear any more that he had to say, but curiosity got the best of me.

I sat on the futon and hesitantly and cautiously put the tape into the small shelf stereo I had by my bed. I was almost afraid to hear it.

The tape began to play…

It was Saint Elvis singing "Viva Las Vegas".

I was laughing, but not entirely with amusement. I had to give Rolf credit for having the chutzpah to be so clever and insistent. But I was not going to give in. Frankly, I was growing weary of this 'mystery man' and his games. I was an up-front kind of woman who liked the truth and liked it now. Rolf Henderson obviously was not such a man. Sure, the intrigue and games were fun at first – not to mention the sex – but I knew I had to focus on my itinerary and making enough money to survive. I'd hoped to find a small park on the coast of Florida for the winter. Maybe Cocoa Beach. Take the Winnie and give it a rest for a few months and enjoy the sunshine and sand. Lay in a hammock on the beach with a fruity drink and just close my eyes and smell the fragrant ocean air. But Rolf Henderson was now making that very difficult for me. While I knew he was an outright con artist, there still was something about him; something 'magical' as Madam Zira would say, that irresistibly drew me to him. But knowing it to be in my own best interest, I hoped I would not see him again.

*************************** 

My next stops were Chicago and Wichita. I knew Chicago was where the big money was to be gained; and afterwards, Wichita would be a nice little 'resting place' to pick up the rest of what I needed financially to get to Florida.

But after that, I knew, was the long drive to Las Vegas for their annual Psychic Convention. There was great money to be made there, but there also was Rolf to perhaps find there. As I headed out to Chicago the next morning, I constantly debated whether or not to phone in my cancellation of attendance at the Vegas event. It was a very tough decision. Ever since Rolf had mentioned Las Vegas, it now seemed to have an inexplicable 'pull' on me. As if a 'Mecca' I now had to make the sojourn toward to find the 'Answer'. At least, the answer to Rolf Henderson and why he had decided to invade my life.

Chicago was a wonderful event. A large downtown convention hall filled with arts and crafts dealers, a few large corporation displays, and a few psychics. The hall was packed for the three-day event, and I did extremely well. The coordinator of the event was a high-energy type, and for the somewhat exorbitant fee I'd paid for a booth I found I well got my money's worth. They had supplied the table, chairs, and a small but ample enough 'tent' in which to set up my 'wares'. They knew my trade was as a psychic, so the tent was black velvet draped over a strong aluminum framework. They had provided a beautiful black lacquered table and oriental-styled high back chairs. I didn't even need to drag in my pathetic folding card table and lawn chairs. I was extremely pleased with the facility, and the courtesy shown me by the Events Coordinator. Of course, she was an import from Manhattan – Judy Goldberg – so of course we hit it off right away. She made sure I had everything I needed, and I could see as well she showed the same attention to everyone else participating. They had rented and cordoned off a local downtown parking lot just for the dealers and participants of the convention, so I felt safe having the Winnie parked nearby. There were no water or electrical facilities, but I was used to sponge baths in public bathrooms. And as for electric, frankly candlelight suited me better. So all in all it was a very pleasurable and profitable event for me.

However, Rolf Henderson was not in attendance. During my 'breaks' through the day, I had ventured around the convention hall looking at the other exhibits. I found a few old friends from the 'circuit', met a few interesting corporate men from Sony and learned of their 'latest and greatest'. Even being Jewish, I found Asian men sexy. One of them, a rather tall Japanese man named Edo became a fast friend. We had lunch together the second day of the event, and I learned not only about Sony's pre-production prototypes for a new computer OS, but also about his life as a high-level, overworked pitchman for the company. I was old enough to be his mother, but that did not seem to bother him. I got the distinct impression he preferred older women, and this was not the first time he'd attempted to engage in some 'stateside sex 'during his promotion travels. Edo was very charming, very smart and quite attractive, if you liked Asian men. He'd spent much time travelling the world and had become very 'Americanized' in language and manner.

"I'm not married, but I do have a very sweet lady back home," he told me over Lo Mein and Hunan Chicken at one of Chicago's little corner Chinese restaurants. Though he's been born in Japan, his mother was Chinese and therefore he had not only a special love for his 'motherland' so to speak, he also loved the cuisine.

"You should get married, Edo," I told him over a wonderful dish of Hunan Chicken, my favorite; "Have a few kids so you will have something worthwhile to go home to."

Edo smiled over his steaming bowl of Lo Mein.

"I would, Zira, but I do not think it would fair to Yoku. I would only see her, and 'our' children, in total two months out of the year. Sony has me flying everywhere almost seven days a week."

"Yes," I replied, "but some day you will be promoted for your hard work, and will end up settled at a desk at Sony in Kyoto. And then you will find yourself going home to an empty flat. Having your Yoku there with a few kids running around would be a nice thing for you."

"I'd rather find you there when I came home," Edo replied with a knowing smile. He really was quite charming.

I finally admitted it – "Edo honey, I'm old enough to be your mother."

"My mother is still alive," he responded, "and in my culture, the aged are revered for their wisdom and experience."

I knew he was trying to be flattering, but somehow it didn't come out right. But I didn't take offense. He didn't understand how he sounded, but was trying to be complimentary and even flirtatious

"Come on," he continued with a sly smile, his dark hair sweeping over his expressive eyebrows as he leaned closer toward me. He couldn't have been any more than 30. "I have a mother. I have a girlfriend. I'm looking for something else."

"Like what?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"I travel a great deal," he responded somewhat seriously. "You travel as well. It would be nice to know I had someone waiting for me in these American cities to keep me company."

I smiled – "You want a concubine. And an older one at that?"

Edo grinned. "You could say that. But I would make it worth your while, Zira."

"I would pay for all of your travel expenses," he enticed, "and despite what you've heard about Asian men, I am a very good lover."

I had to fight to keep from laughing in this sweet but misunderstood young man's face. Yet, I knew he was serious. And even still, it was quite a proposition, if real. No doubt he made fantastic money being a PR man for Sony. He probably could support and keep a stateside mistress. Why he wanted me I had no idea; perhaps just a fetish of his, liking older women. Then again, as often as he traveled, who knew just how many "Ziras" he had in various U.S. cities. Not that I actually cared, I did have my morals, and while flattered he'd even taken an interest in an old woman like me, I knew this was never to be.

"Zira," he whispered, as I assumed he truly thought it was my real name; "I have a suite at the Hilton downtown…5 minutes from here. I even have limousine service at my disposal." He smiled in what I'm sure he thought was a seductive manner. "How would you like to see the Chicago skyline at sunrise with a Mimosa in one hand and me in your other hand?"

At that I did have to audibly chuckle. But also I knew this was a serious proposition, and I wanted to allow him every dignity possible. I knew the culture. Asking me to have sex with him, and more, establish some sort of casual yet permanent relationship, was surely a big step for him.

"Edo, why would you want an aging fortune teller you met at an exhibition?" I asked with a smile. "Surely you could have any woman you wanted."

Edo waited for the waiter to take away our plates and deliver our fortune cookies before he spoke.

"I like you, Zira," he said plainly. "I like older women. I think you are very pretty and sexy. And I have no one over here even though I am in the States a great deal."

"It would be nice for me to know I had someone here to be with. You earlier said I needed someone to come home to. I am never home, so you could be the one I had waiting for me when I was in your country. "

"I wait for no one," I told him with a serious smile.

"I would pay for everything, Zira," he responded, as if the allure of money would convince me to be his kept American woman.

"What about Yoku?" I asked, wanting to remind him he had a girlfriend at home.

Edo sat back and smiled with maturity I'd not yet seem in him.

"Yoku is a lovely girl. But very young and inexperienced. We have not even had sex yet. But my mother and her parents are insistent we marry. She is of a very old and wealthy family, and it would honor my family to have such a wife."

"Do you love her?" I asked.

"Sure," he quickly replied, his accent almost American and his use of such a colloquialism surprising. "But I don't think she really loves me. Our families arranged our meeting. She finally confessed she was in love with another man, but was fond of me and would do what her family wished."




Madam Zira & the Henderson Affair



"Now what do I want with a wife who is in love with another man and is so submissive she would marry me just because her family wanted her to?"

Obviously, Edo was a very progressive man when it came to feminism. Or, he was just one of Sony's best bullshitting public relations men saying whatever he could to get me in bed.

Frankly, I didn't care which it was. I'd been on the road for five years, and in just two months I'd had two men pursue me. One had even gotten as far as the futon with me. My life was changing, and while Harry was always in my heart, I knew I had to keep living. He would want me to, I knew. But should I accept Edo's offer? 

I kept thinking of Rolf. Rolf Henderson who was AWOL and probably in Las Vegas trying to make a million at the Craps table and seducing every woman in sight. Though our interaction had been brief but intense, I felt myself beginning to have real feelings for him. I knew better than to, but I could not help myself. I was tough, but I was still a woman.

And here was this lovely, intelligent, wealthy young Asian man who wanted me. Me – Edie Rosenberg, 60-year-old Jewish immigrant making her living travelling around like a gypsy pretending to be a fortuneteller as "Madam Zira". Spending her days in outdoor tents fighting off mosquitoes and ants as a cross-section of America appeared and disappeared from her rented moth-eaten tent – leaving with the hope of a better tomorrow, and leaving without the $20 they had given her to assure them of that better tomorrow. And sometimes, with a crystal necklace and without the $15 she charged for it. I suddenly found myself facing it; I was just like Rolf. A second-rate gypsy selling third-rate wares living in a trailer on wheels – lying and conning just hoping to make enough money to get to Florida for the winter. The thought of that white cotton hammock, pink fruity drink and ocean breeze had been what kept me going. Now…now….

Rolf Henderson enticed me with an incredible sexual encounter and mysterious hints at something far more important that had to do with Las Vegas. And across from me was Edo – who wanted me to be his 'kept woman'. Or at least, 'kept' for as long as he was in town with the convention. His talk of 'honor' did not totally impress or convince me. While I knew Asian men did rate honor highly and were not easy to lie about it, Edo was a young man of the 'new school'; not to mention in public relations for one of the most powerful corporations in the world. His word, therefore, was very suspect. But his perfect smile was engaging, his conversation intelligent and flirtatious, and his young face framed with dark straight hair greatly attractive. And Rolf was no where to be found. And probably never would be again.

I smiled at Edo and said – "I've never seen Chicago by sunrise…"

***********************

Edo Akuzu had not lied to me. Not only was he a fine lover, he was a very gentle and courteous young man. We stood in front of the large plate glass window of his luxurious suite at Chicago's downtown Hilton hotel and watched the rising sun slowly making the skyline a silhouette. And as promised, I held a Mimosa drink – hand-squeezed orange juice and champagne – in one hand, and held his large, soft hand in my other hand. We wore matching terrycloth robes, courtesy of the Hilton, and I felt Edo put his arm around my shoulder and bend to kiss my cheek.

"You are a wonderful woman, Zira," he audibly whispered after he'd kissed my cheek and nibbled on my earlobe.

I sipped the Mimosa, watching the sunrise and trying to take in every aspect of this beautiful experience, because I knew it would not really last.

"You know my name is not really, Zira," I asked, curious to his response. It would tell volumes.

He hugged me to his side affectionately.

"You will always be Zira to me," he said with a soft smile, bent to kiss my lips, then moved to sit on the side of the bed and light a cigarette.

I was left standing alone in front of the window. Chicago was now becoming a city of light as the shadows of night faded. The bright late summer sun was hanging over this now-teeming metropolis in the eastern part of the sky – its warm rays felt even through this high-rise hotel room's panoramic window view. I set down the champagne glass and moved to Edo's side. The Marlboro dangled from his lips as he frowned in the dim light discerning which buttons to push on the TV remote control.

I took the cigarette from his lips and took a long drag, just like in some old Bogie-Bacall film noir. Edo gave me a quick smile at my gesture. 

But I now knew the truth, which I deep down had known all along. Yet a haggard 60 year old woman does not turn down the sexual offers of any man – especially those of an almost handsome, wealthy Japanese man who had a suite at the Chicago Hilton. I did not feel like a whore…I just felt old. And desperately wanted to feel as young as my agile mind still did.

I got up from the bed and left him to his playing with the TV – a Panasonic he was clear to acknowledge and state with disgruntled prejudice – and went into the large bathroom for a long, luxurious shower.

One of the best things about five-star hotels was not only the great room service, but the little amenities few probably took into consideration. It was the lovely array of shampoos, soaps and skin moisturizers that sat in the silver coated basket on the sink counter that delighted me. How could one not appreciate such conveniences? I certainly appreciated them and was now taking advantage of them. There was one day left of the convention, and I wanted to feel and look my best. The last day of any fair or convention proved to be the most important and profitable. Local folk trying to fit it in their busy schedule scrambling to make it to the last day; businessmen knowing they could do better business with their counterparts on the last day of the convention when the exhibitors were desperate to drum up business they could report back to their superiors if even in name. And then there were those like me. The 'third class citizens' of the convention/fair circuit. The old women who made afghans…the old, toothless men who carved cuckoo clocks during the winter to sell at the summer fairs…and the old gypsy fortune tellers travelling in their Winnebagos around the country to make a living lying and conning the 'great unwashed', as Harry used to call then.

Edo and I parted amicably enough. We even exchanged cell phone numbers, but I knew I'd never hear from him. It was a lovely one-night stand, and that was all it was. And Edie Rosenberg – despite her upbringing – did not care. And she knew Harry Rosenberg would not care either. And that was all that mattered.

**************************

I skipped Wichita. After Chicago not only did I have more than enough money to quit the circuit and head straight to Florida (and yes, I declined the rather ample wad of cash Edo offered me as we parted and I left his hotel room), but it now seemed a very boring two days in a very rural boring town. It was not that the town was rural; I had been to Wichita several times and had found it to be a rather large yet unsophisticated town. It was the population I found 'rural' in demeanor and manner. And after the wealthy and sophisticated Chicagoans, I frankly did not want to face my 'past'. After Chicago – and Edo – I felt as if I'd moved up in the ranks, and – surprising even to myself – felt ready to face and conquer Las Vegas. Even if Rolf were not there, I had never done the Vegas convention but now felt like taking it on and making a small fortune. The idea of retirement had long been in the back of my mind, but now with the great success in Chicago I felt perhaps maybe Vegas would allow me a permanent apartment on the Florida coast. That white hammock and fruity drink could possibly be a daily indulgence instead of a rushed month-long delight.

I have to admit I played Rolf's tape as I made the long drive to Las Vegas. The song "Viva Las Vegas" became a new favorite for me. I actually now knew all the lyrics from repeated listening. It was not a badly written song. Frantic, hyped and frenzied, it was Elvis – via two songwriters – encapsulating his take on Vegas. Presley had probably only spent two weeks of his entire life in Las Vegas – that is, coherent and aware of his surroundings - but even if he didn't really know the true essence of the song, he interpreted and executed it well.

Rolf Henderson's "Jerusalem Jewels" on the other hand, was a revelation. I'd given it a perfunctory listen when first obtaining it; when I was smitten with him and he'd seduced and made love to me on the futon in the back of this 'gypsy travelling show'. Now, as I drove the long stretch of desert, I had nothing else on which to concentrate but the story audible in the tape deck.

"Jerusalem Jewels' was a tale of intrigue and mystery about a man seeking his Jewish roots. A journey to Israel to find his lost relatives, many taken and killed during the war. It was in essence the story of a man in search of his long-lost father.

I could relate, but could not believe Rolf Henderson truly understood what it was actually like to lose loved ones during World War Two. Or "The War" as Papa – and many others – called it. I imagined Rolf to have grown up in an upper-middle class suburb somewhere and to have never known the horror and loss so many knew who'd been in Nazi Germany during those evil days. Yes, I had gone so far as to ponder Rolf's past, his youth. And I could conceive nothing of him in this story I now listened to on the tape. So, I had to admit he was not a bad writer. His voice was pleasant enough for recording, and he inflected emotion into the reading of his writing with sincerity I found slightly surprising. I knew him as a scheming cad. But, of course, I then considered, a scheming cad would have to know how to be convincing in his 'sincerity'. It was what had first conned me. And I grew angry again. Angry with him and with myself for falling for him.

Yes, as smart as I was I had been dumb enough to fall for a cad like Rolf Henderson. Maybe it was my loneliness. Harry had been gone five years, and in those years my life had drastically changed. I'd never imagined I would find myself doing what I was doing. Papa – and even Harry – would be surprised. But I also think they'd be proud of me for the courage it took to take to the road and make a living, albeit paltry, with such melodramatic flair.

As a child I'd always wanted to be an actress, and Papa had always encouraged me. As an adult, even Harry told me that my talent was Broadway's loss. I had to laugh to myself at the memory. Harry had been such a wonderful man. He'd worked so hard, been very good at what he did, and took pride in his craft as a tailor to some of Manhattan's 'elite' as well as the 'common man' who came to his shop for a new suit. It was indeed honorable work and I was proud to be his wife. He had given me a good life, and I was grateful every day for my good fortune and for the love Harry showed me. After the initial hardship of my upbringing with Papa – who had started out as a 16 hour a day factory worker to rise to managerial level with an office – I appreciated the comfortable home and life Harry gave me.

Papa had died only a year after I'd married Harry. But Papa had greatly approved of Harry, and they had had a wonderful relationship. Harry had lost his father quite young, so I think my Papa was a substitute father for Harry. Whatever the reason, I was pleased that Papa and Harry came to truly love one another. At Papa's funeral I think Harry cried more than I did.

Being alone on the road in the middle of the desert made one think of such things. Reflection on life seemed about the only thing to do to divert the monotony of the barren landscape. And I had thought of Papa, Harry, and Rolf.

The latter I tried not to think about, but his quite nice voice emanating from my stereo tape player forced me to. Yet I could not turn it off. It was a sweet and intriguing story, and his voice was comforting to me in the loneliness of the Nevada desert.


At sunset I stopped at one of the few, rare roadside truck stops and gas stations existing on this desolate highway. It was like a bright star amid shadowy dark sand dunes set in the middle of nowhere. So undoubtedly they did great business.

About a half-dozen 'big rigs' sat parked in a neat row to one end of the sandy parking lot. A few cars were parked in front the luminescent white stucco building, and out to the west were the remnants of what once were cars. Now, they created a desert animal shantytown.

I parked the Winnebago along side one of the huge semis and dusted myself off as I entered the diner/gas station/oasis.

I'd been on the road for hours and it was nice to be around people again. No doubt the staff was used to dealing with people who'd been alone too long, and they were very friendly and chatty.

The waitresses were almost something out of a movie or TV sitcom. Dressed in matching pink uniforms with crisp but stained aprons, topped with little white caps in their overly teased hair, nametags became instant friends as they served the long-haul truckers, travelers and gypsies like me.

I took a seat at the counter near the cash register, and was approached by an older, overweight bleach-blond woman whose nametag said "Bubbles". I had to take a second look to make sure I was not suffering from 'desert lag.' Yet, indeed, her name seemed to be "Bubbles". Of course a nickname, but no doubt what everyone had called her for years.

"Hi honey – been on the road long?" she asked with a friendly smile. It seemed sincere.

I took the menu she handed me as I replied.

"Too long. Bet you get a lot of us in here."

"That's all we get," she laughed. "We are the last stand before you hit The Strip."

"So I'm that close to Las Vegas?" I asked hopefully.

"Yeah honey, you are almost there," Bubbles smiled.

I released a relieved smile. I was tired of the drive and hoped to make it to the city in time to just find a decent parking place and sleep.

"Good," I smiled at Bubbles, and noticed the cook through the counter in the back, seeing the dark smoke of burnt burgers and the scent of scrambled eggs wafting around the kitchen section of this old diner.

The menu had anything and everything you could want. Of course, there was no guarantee it would be any good. But it was at least a place to stop, sit down and be among others. Any food at this point would be devoured. I think they banked on that.

"What'll it be, Hon?" Bubbles asked in the typical truck stop 'hurry up we got people to feed' manner.

I glanced at the menu.

"How's the meatloaf?" I asked.

Bubbles put the pencil behind her ear and continued to chew her pink bubblegum.

"It's like everything else," she responded quickly in a no-nonsense manner;

"It's cooked."

I put the menu down and said, "I'll have the meatloaf plate."

Bubbles instantly yelled toward the kitchen –

"One meatloaf and sides!"

Then she turned back to me –

"Want some coffee, honey? You look beat."

"That'd be great, Bubbles…cream and tons of sugar," I told her with a tired smile.

"Got all the cream and sugar you need, honey." Bubbles said encouragingly, glancing down at the ubiquitous diner counter contraption holding a vial of ancient "Coffee-Mate", little plastic containers of liquid cream and a sugar shaker looking just recently filled.

Before I could even say thanks, Bubbles was back with a steaming carafe of black coffee. She turned over the cup in front of me and filled it with very aromatic, thick coffee.

It was surprisingly good – after adding three containers of artificial cream and 4 teaspoons of sugar. No doubt the brew was three days old, but I was not in any mood to complain. And it also was a good excuse to smoke a cigarette. Bad coffee overly dressed with condiments to sip and a slightly crumpled Marlboro while sitting at the counter of a Nevada desert truck stop diner awaiting the meatloaf special seemed somehow very comforting. And gave time for serious reflection.

It had been an incredible summer. Even an incredible week. And here I was, near the end of my fair circuit and headed toward Las Vegas. There was a kind of 'road trip romanticism' to it, if looked at in a certain way. But I had to admit to myself, I was getting too old for this. I was ready to stop. Five years on the road on the grueling fair circuit was enough. In that noisy but pleasantly aromatic desert diner – as Bubbles placed before me a plate of sliced meatloaf, mashed potatoes sprinkled with paprika, green beans and a seemingly fresh dinner roll – I decided that if the Vegas convention was a success I was going to cash in the last of Harry's small CDs and retire to Florida. Sell the Winnie, get a small efficiency apartment, and spend my days on the beach reading and maybe writing the story of my life. Every life was a story – maybe mine would be of interest to someone.

The meatloaf was wonderful, the mashed potatoes freeze-dried but with enough margarine palatable, and the green beans from a can. The previously fresh-looking dinner roll had sadly turned out to be granite. But then, I wasn't much of a bread eater.

I was watching the selection of sliced pie and cake in the slowly spinning display by the cash register – having my third cup of coffee and another cigarette – when I heard a strangely familiar voice speak to Bubbles the waitress.

"Coffee, Bubbles, and a slice of your wonderful cherry pie."

I glanced up and saw Bubbles grin and tug at her apron as if wanting to be more presentable, wink at the double entendre, and take the pencil from her ear and scribble quickly upon her pad.

"Sure thing, handsome! Haven't seen you in here for a while."

I felt the man sit next to me and stiffened a bit. My calm, quiet hour of reflection before hitting Vegas was now suddenly interrupted.

"Been travelling," said the man next to me, whose body heat was palpable and whose faint cologne was too familiar.

I set down my cup of coffee and casually turned to see who he was.

Rolf Henderson sat next to me, gazing deep into my eyes with a sincere but somewhat bemused smile. No doubt he inwardly delighted in surprising me. It seemed his goal in life.

"Good Evening, Madam Zira," he spoke as if serious and cordial when he knew it was an intimate con; "How was Chicago?"

I decided instantly to be business-like. Inside I was reeling, knowing now that it all was going to 'hit the fan' here. I'd finally made it Vegas; and here was Rolf Henderson, out of nowhere after more than a month's absence tracking me to a lonely roadside diner. And one that he seemed to have patronized enough to have Bubbles the waitress grinning and straightening her rumpled uniform.

"Chicago was very successful," I told him casually, trying not to look too deep into his dark eyes.

Bubbles was just setting a small plate adorned with a slice of 'pie in a can' beside his steaming cup of coffee as he responded.

I'm glad." He took a sip of the black coffee, daring to drink it straight which I had to momentarily admire, and played with the slice of pie with his fork.

"I heard Sony drummed up some great business there," he said calmly.

My shocked glance at him was not quite quick enough for him to not notice. I saw him glance down at the pie and fight the smile burgeoning underneath his thick moustache.

"I suppose so," I replied. "It was a huge convention." 

I was not going to do this again…go through this again. But I also knew deep down no matter how I looked at this I would have no choice but to follow on with Rolf to the conclusion of the mystery he'd so unexpectedly dumped into my lap. And maybe – just maybe – afterwards I could get away from the madness inherent on 'The Road' and retire to quiet contentment in Cocoa Beach. I'd always had a fondness for astronomy…and astronauts.




Madam Zira & the Henderson Affair



"Sorry I couldn't set up shop there," Rolf said; "Sounds like I might have actually sold a tape or two."

"I think you would have done quite well there," I responded after a long drag of my Marlboro, wanting time to think before speaking.

Rolf smiled. "Audiomysteries are a dime a dozen at the big cons, even the small ones."

"Then why do you bother?" I sincerely questioned, snuffing out the cigarette and facing him.

He smiled slightly, those dark eyes twinkling.

"Ah, gives me something to do in my spare time. Just a hobby. Tons of stories to tell, but no one seems to want to hear them."

"Well what is it you do when you are not on the road selling stories you say no one wants to hear?"

Rolf Henderson's smile was dazzling, and I knew then I was in trouble.

"Seducing lovely women," he half-whispered as he bent toward me, "and giving them a taste of magic."

I was not amused. Then again, I was. But he'd not answered the question as truthfully as I knew he could and should.

Bubbles moved up in front of us from her side of the counter and interrupted with a rather loud exclamation –

"Where's your sweet little convertible, honey?" she asked Rolf with a wink. "Give it to one of your other girlfriends?"

I watched Rolf wink at her with that shit-eating yet nonetheless effectively charming grin and reply –

"It's in the shop. But I'll take you for a ride next time I come by."

Bubbles giggled…which for a woman of her age and proportion was almost uncomfortable to witness. Especially when elicited from a man of Rolf Henderson's low caliber.

"Anytime, honey," she smiled and moved off to wait on a small booth in the south corner of the diner – yet not before refreshing Rolf's coffee cup and ignoring mine. Bubbles the Waitress had just lost her tip.

It was nearing 10:00 PM. I had been ready to get back on the road for 15 minutes before Rolf had shown up; but his sudden appearance had obviously delayed that.

His next words were not totally unexpected. The set-up for them seemed brilliantly executed.

"So, you heading for Vegas?" he asked.

I think he could see my shoulders sink in defeat. I had no choice. I knew that. I had to see this to its conclusion. I did not want to, but knew I had to. It had been transpiring all summer. Whatever it's wonderful or purposeless conclusion, I wanted it concluded.

"Yes, just on my way out," I told him as I reached for the small handbag I'd set on the counter next to me to keep an eye on. It only contained about $100, but it was $100 I needed very much.

"Got a proposition for you then," Rolf said with a chuckle in his voice, attempting to be disarming I'm sure but it came across as almost imperious and knowing. I hated it.

I stared at him, unsmiling.

"How about I pay for filling up the Winnie, and you give me a lift into town?"

"Why should I?" I asked, no doubt the subtle irritation and anger in my voice tangible. Edie Rosenberg did not like to play games, and this one had gone on long enough. Even if she knew it was a game she had not entered willingly but knew she would have to play out. And hopefully, come out the winner.

Rolf didn't answer. He was putting the pack of cigarettes back into his tan trenchcoat and tossing a $20 bill on the counter between our plates. Not only was this the first time I'd wondered why he was wearing a coat in the middle of the hot Nevada desert, but I also wondered if he were paying for my meal as further enticement for the ride. I was not fooled, however. Simply, how had he gotten to this diner if he'd had no 'sweet little convertible' to drive?

Actually, I didn't really care.

"Bubbles, honey," Rolf was now calling, waving her over. He pointed down to the single bill on the counter.

"This is for me and the lady," he told her.

"And you keep the rest, sweetheart."

Bubbles smiled and this time kept her cool, as I'd no doubt was not too difficult for a woman such as her. A desert diner waitress probably knew a dozen Rolf Hendersons. She was probably my age – or just a little younger – and knew when he'd paid for my dinner that she had been excluded from any type of after-hours rendezvous. What impressed me was that she had the dignity to visibly shrug it off. Suddenly I felt if Rolf had not been paying my tab I would have revised my previous decision and left her a generous tip. I liked her moxie. In essence, I saw myself standing there in that garish pink uniform, stained apron and silly paper hat. Trying to survive in this harsh, remote wilderness without anyone to share the burden.

Bubbles merely nodded with a professional yet subtle, understanding smile.

"Thanks honey," she chomped her chewing gum and winked. "Have a good one."

"And, take it easy in Vegas," she added, addressing me; "Don't play the craps tables…and don't take any crap off this guy," she pointed her dulled pencil at Rolf.

Rolf laughed and reached out to grab Bubble's hand and kiss it.

"Don't you be taking any crap of the crap that comes in here wanting your body!" 

Bubbles shuffled a bit with a somewhat Mae West attitude, I think once again finding her self-confidence.

"Now would I do that, sweetheart? You know me," she told him with a mix of sexual purr and no-nonsense dominance.

Rolf was standing up; he let go of her hand and smiled.

"Naw, not you honey. I'm just at the back of the line for you, trying to move up a space or two."

Rolf took my arm as we moved from the counter. I merely listened to this exchange in curious fascination.

"Take me for another ride in that convertible of yours, honey, "she called as we moved toward the door; "You'd move right to the front of the line!"

Bubbles was pouring coffee for a new patron as Rolf called back, his hand on the bar of the door – 

"See you, Bubbles. Keep the cherry pie warm for me."

Bubbles the Waitress glanced up and blew a bubble with her gum –

"Cherry pie always served up hot and juicy here for you, honey."

She went back to pouring coffee. Her sledgehammer innuendo certainly far from unreadable, it also was helplessly humorous. Even living in New York most of my life and having dealt with waitresses such as Bubbles, I'd never quite experienced her sort of demeanor. I had to admit I admired her. And ultimately, I was glad Rolf had left her a hefty tip. She deserved it. Merely if just for surviving in this remote outpost. And the meatloaf – though she did not cook it – was excellent.

***********************

Rolf Henderson sat beside me as I drove into the blackness of the Nevada desert. There seemed a fuzzy haze of light in the distance, but with my aging eyesight I was not sure if it was Las Vegas or just a smudge on my driving glasses.

He was silent. I was silent. I was now too tired to care.

I saw him reaching for the radio tape player in the huge dash of the Winnie; I had tuned in an all-talk station. They'd been discussing how to play the tables at Vegas, which I thought important if I decided to. I had never been a conventional gambler, but I had to smile at the thought of myself driving in the desert with a stranger with whom I'd only had illicit sex and little else;

headed to a town full of vice and sin. So much for me not being a gambler…

Rolf pushed in the tape already in the player and in moments out of the deadly silence Elvis and "Viva Las Vegas" began to blare through the Winnebago.

I had to smile. Rolf's timing was too perfect. Just as the music started I had driven past a rather dense bunker of dunes, and as I moved the Winnie out of it the brilliant lights of Las Vegas were suddenly overwhelming in the near distance.

It told me he knew this road quite well. But again, I didn't care. I was resolved to all of this. Frankly I was grateful for the company, whether or not we did end up going to bed together that night. The meal at the diner had been good and the arrival of Rolf somehow comforting. The drive had been very long and I was dead-tired. I knew that shouldn't have caused me to let my guard down, but it did. I just wanted to make it to town and sleep. Either in the Winnie or a cheap motel room. With or without Rolf. Didn't matter.

The loud, garish song did wake me up a bit though. I was actually becoming fond of it. I'd always loved music, but never much of an Elvis fan. But this song now held a bit of significance, as I felt every song should. And I now appreciated it. I would always hear it with great fondness, no matter what happened once I'd left Las Vegas.

I had seen photos of 'the Strip', but driving down it after sunset in a huge Winnebago with Elvis blaring on the tape deck gave me great delight I could not hide. I began to sing with the tape.

And I felt Rolf's hand on my arm – "You go, Edie. Sing it baby!" he cheerfully exclaimed.

I laughed, and felt a second wind of renewed energy come over me. It were as if being in the middle of this town took away all of my tiredness, my hesitation about Rolf. Then again, maybe it was the 200% caffeinated coffee Bubbles had given me finally kicking in. Whatever the case, I felt rejuvenated. I had finally made it to Vegas. Harry must have been laughing at me from above.

"So, where to?" I finally asked Rolf as the song ended.

"Hmmm…up to you," he responded after a long moment of silence.

"You are now in the city that never sleeps. Anything you could want is here," he turned and looked at me with a strange smile; "Anything…"

I knew what he meant. Or so I thought. I gave him a wary glance that expressed my thought loud and clear. Rolf laughed.

Well, there's always gambling, stage shows, bars, strip joints – name your pleasure."

I noticed he'd mentioned gambling first. I still had a nagging suspicion his whole con was to gamble my money away. And I knew it was simply not going to happen.

My previous lighthearted mood faded quickly.

"I'm here for the convention," I told him in a matter-of-fact tone; "I think I'll skip the frivolities and stick to business. Anywhere I can drop you off?" I added without looking at him, keeping my eyes on the congested boulevard. Pedestrians took no thought of walking right out into the street in front of the oncoming traffic. Braking a Winnebago was not an easy thing, so it was slow going and somewhat hazardous. I did not want to remember Vegas as the place I'd been convicted of vehicular homicide; nor did I want to see Vegas from the barred windows of a woman's prison. While I was curious to see Rolf's expression, I had to keep my eyes on the road.

There was silence from the passenger's side. I'd hoped it was a sign I'd caught him off his guard. I'd kept my end of the deal. I'd given him a lift into Vegas. We were in Vegas. I knew this was not the end of it, but if I could I was going to attempt to wrangle the lead from him.

But the silence from Rolf was short-lived.

"I have a room booked at Caesar's," came his casual reply; "It's up on the next corner here."

I glanced to where he quickly pointed and saw the famed Caesar's Palace hotel marquis in the near distance. In bright red letters I could see written upon it:

"Proud to Present…LIZA!" 

And underneath in somewhat smaller blue lettering:

"Accompanied by the great BURT BACHARACH and a full 30 piece orchestra".

I almost laughed but bit my lip. This must be the 'slow season' for Vegas if Liza Minnelli and Burt Bacharach were heralded so grandly by the Strip. No doubt my contemporaries would be in full force within the grand ballroom of Ceasar's…white haired wealthy Jewish women wearing mink stoles and formal gowns in the middle of a 110-degree desert oassis, accompanied by their short bald husbands in powder blue tuxedos. The thought actually made me glad I was an aging but still-vibrant gypsy exploring the backroads of America. Of course, if Harry were still alive I would have no doubt loved being in Vegas with him. And here I was, sitting next to a virtual stranger with strange motives I had yet to fully understand.

Rolf was still speaking – 

"Would you care to join me for a nightcap before you find a place to park your 'caravan' for the night?"

I glanced over at him as the Winnie entered Ceasar's huge parking lot and I slowly maneuvered it into the large parking spot reserved for RVs. No valet parking for the trailer trash crowd.

I tried to sound light as I answered – 

"No thanks. I have a lot of work to do tomorrow to set up for the convention."

Rolf was smiling, and even in the dim light I could see his dark eyes twinkling at me.

"Aw, come on, Edie," he encouraged; "One drink won't hurt. And I promise, just one drink. That's all," he added as if he knew I assumed he desired more. Which is exactly what I instantly assumed by his invitation for a drink.

I heard myself audibly sigh in my mental conflict and indecision. And Rolf Henderson was quick to pick up on it and begin working on bending my will. As I looked at him beside me – glittering brown eyes, thick dark hair and that sensual nose – I instantly knew he wouldn't have to do much work to convince me. Something about him was irresistible to me. And the harder I tried to fight it the weaker I became to his charm and unaffected charisma.

His voice was softer now as he bent toward me, like a patient yet determined parent trying to coax a trepid child into the Doctor's office.

"Have you ever been to Vegas before, Edie?" he asked me in a very seductive voice.

"No, I haven't," I heard myself quietly reply, almost hypnotized by his gaze and the deep tone of his voice.

"Then you must see the inside of Ceasar's Palace before you leave Vegas. I promise you, it is nothing like you've ever seen in your life."

Rolf reached over and took my hand from the steering wheel, and held it carefully between his two hands. We both knew exactly what he was doing; and again I realized there was no reason to resist. I had to admit it was the real reason I had come to Las Vegas. I saw now it was where I was truly destined for all summer.

"Please, say you will have a drink with me."

I nodded silently and smiled back at him, allowing myself to completely become lost in his gaze, his smile, and his tremendously powerful aura.

*************

I was old and experienced enough to know better than to be charmed by Rolf Henderson and the high gloss splendor of Vegas' world-renown hotel Ceasar's Palace. But I was exhausted from the drive and exhausted by Rolf's enigmatic pursuit of me across the country this summer.

And when he'd suggested we have that 'nightcap' in his hotel room, I also should have known better than to accompany him. However, that was the wary woman from New York inside me. Always on guard. Suspicious of strangers. A one night stand in Cincinnati with Rolf was one thing; to now months later find myself with him again in a Vegas hotel room sipping complimentary champagne – and not the cheap stuff – was entirely another matter.

Nevertheless, I was glad to be away from the constant motion of the road and sitting still and comfortable in a large overstuffed chair in this heavily air-cooled room on the 31st floor of Ceasar's. I kicked off my worn white leather loafers and wiggled my toes in the plush ruby red carpet. It felt soft and cool to my tired feet, and the champagne was starting to hit me.

Rolf had been right. Ceasar's Palace was unlike anything I had ever seen. And I'd seen a great deal in my 60 years. Even past midnight this huge complex was teeming with people – tourists, guests, employees and entertainers. Slot machines were around every corner amid the potted palms, huge Roman statues and ornate marble craftsmanship exhibited in every available space. It was a busy but somehow unrushed environment, and I had to admit I was a bit awed by the grandeur. Gaudy yet somehow still retaining an air of class, Ceasar's Palace indeed lived up to its legend. I had to admit it would be quite a sad contrast to go back to the Winnie for the night.

It seemed Rolf was reading my thoughts now.

"You know, Edie," he said as he tipped the champagne bottle over my glass to top it off, "there are two huge beds here. Why don't you just stay here instead of sleeping in the parking lot? You'd be a lot more comfortable."

"Uh huh," I couldn't help but smile up at him knowingly; "I know your definition of 'comfortable', Rolf."

He smiled back as he sat down on the end of one of the beds.

"No, Edie. Nothing like that," he shook his head gently and seemingly with sincerity; "Not that it wouldn't be wonderful, but…I just don't like thinking of you sleeping out there alone when you could be comfortable and safe in here. And, well," he hesitated for just a moment, "I guess I feel I kind of owe you."

"You owe me nothing, Rolf, except an explanation." I said it calmly and tiredly, but the edge of seriousness was prevalent.

"Yes, I do."

Startled, I gazed up at Rolf sitting across the room. He was staring down into his champagne glass looking uncharacteristically grim. Sad even. I suddenly didn't know whether to be concerned for Rolf or worried for myself.

I got up and moved over to sit beside Rolf.

"Tell me."

I could see Rolf attempt to dispel whatever thought was so obviously troubling him and attempt a half-hearted smile.

"This will all be over tomorrow, Edie, and this summer will be just a memory."

I'd never heard Rolf wax so poetically. But then, he was a writer of sorts. But never one who I could imagine would so openly express such wistful sentiments.

Thoughtlessly I put my arm around his shoulder in a gesture of affection and comfort. I suddenly felt almost maternal toward him. More, I realized I really had somehow come to love him. I wasn't sure why or how; I just knew I did.

"Rolf, you know I have no idea what you are talking about," I told him sweetly with a helpless smile I suppose I hoped might soften his apparent uneasiness. "Are you ready to tell me now that we are here in Las Vegas?"

Rolf Henderson looked up and gazed steadily into my hopeful eyes, which met his with equal attention. His expression was unreadable, as it always was to some degree. But in his dark eyes I could see it. It was unmistakable. Love. I actually felt my heart begin to beat a little harder.

"Edie" he sighed as he reached up to gently and slowly caress my cheek. He smiled – "Did I ever tell you I like you better without the wig?"

I laughed lightly in some embarrassment, suddenly realizing Rolf had never seen me without the long black Madam Zira wig and that I'd not been wearing it since we met in the diner hours ago. And only now did he make mention of it. I also realized his comment was a very smooth attempt to change the subject. The stubborn, curious part of my nature wanted to steer the moment back to the topic, but my sentimental heart – and the soft touch of Rolf's hand upon my face – did not want to dispel this lovely moment. There was palpable heat between our bodies; our eyes were searching one another's and all I could think was that I wanted to kiss him.

"I'm thinking of retiring it permanently," I murmured with a small smile, reaching up to lightly caress his dark hair and trace the line of his moustache with my fingertips.

Rolf kissed the tips of my fingers brushing across his lips as he responded, his arm moving around my waist –

"Going to give up the gypsy caravan and fortune-telling, huh?"

"I'd like to," I whispered, not even really aware I was talking. If I moved forward a mere six inches I could actually taste those lips that felt so soft and warm to my light touch. "If Vegas is good to me, Madam Zira and her hair are history."

Rolf smiled intimately and sensually and just before he kissed me said, "I think Vegas is going to be very good to you, Edie…"

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I awoke to the sound of the shower water running. There was the din of faint singing – a deep masculine voice off-key but not unpleasant. It took me a moment to assimilate my surroundings. The heavy navy drapes were closed but a stunning beam of pure sunlight pierced through the slit where the drapes met and burned upon the wall across the room. I could see dust particles floating in the slice of light.




Madam



She shivered, as his fingers passed over the bare skin of her shoulder and she went still under the tender, competent stoke of his touch. Jeff moved in and pressed his body close to hers and looked into her eyes as his finger gently stroked her ear lobe. With the compelling passage of his fingers on her, Laura began to relax, as if the man in front of her were a sedative that calmed her raging heart and surging emotions.

"Did you miss me," he asked playfully?

"Well, of course sir, I always miss my friends when they're out of my presence," she told him smiling.

He stepped closer to her and she could smell the sweet scent of his shaving toiletry, and Laura began to shake inside, as she anticipated what his next move might be. He placed one leg between hers, as his hand went around to her derriere, and Laura blushed crimson abashed with his touch.

She was confounded that his mere presence could reduce her to a blushing schoolgirl ... she, who had slept with many, was far more experienced in life than he. Why then, she wondered, would her heart bow before this one, and tremble so at the sound of his voice?

She was already aching for the presence of his lips, when his touched hers in a fiery embrace of true affection. Her lips parted, as his tongue approached, and it was an open invitation to take what he would from her. Jeff's tongue wrestled with her own in a well-orchestrated dance of lust, which articulated well to Laura's heart his feelings for her. 

His hand behind her forced her mound forward against the hard firmness of his thigh and Laura went warm inside, as they continued the craft of oral warfare between them. The firm pressure of his leg against her there drove everything else from her mind but the sweet, reassuring presence, of his body.

She held the flame of his dark eyes, as her heart beat rapidly in her chest and searched there for a solution to the mystery of her feelings. The warmth of his hard thigh against her mound was a nagging reminder of his affect on her. Then he took her again suddenly, his lips brushed the ribbon of her own and she was once more under his spell and taken away with the power for his touch.

They shared the wine of there mutual passion and drank deeply from the bottle, reveling in its radiant warmth and sweetness. Desire, like a firestorm raged through them while their lust became a drug that couldn't be denied, one that held sway over both their hearts and reason.

While Laura's lust rained fire upon her flesh her mind was enthralled by the sweet sensation of his hands passing over her body. His fingers caressed her bottom with a tenderness she hadn't expected, and Laura marveled once again at the man's affect upon her feelings.

She was blushed brightly when he finally broke the embrace and Laura was speechless before him ... as she realized that her heart would never be her own again. It was a fearful place for her, with the memory of her pain from long ago ... but she knew deep in her spirit, she was powerless to stop this, and not sure she even wanted to.

"Jeff, please," she had begun with furrowed brow!

"I know love, trust me," he told her, as he quickly removed his shirt and jacket.

His hand rose up her thigh in a sweeping caress of trailing fire that made the creases of her mound quake with anticipation, while she stood and felt the wash of cool air on her thigh. Laura peaked red again with embarrassment, as his hand found her and she realized just how wet he had made her!

He smiled, as he touched her there and his eyes warmed; his fingers slipping through the slick moisture of her heat and he knew intuitively she felt vulnerable in his presence at the moment. But her flesh arched hard against the presence of his strong hand demanding pleasure from his subtle touch, and there was no denying the message of that move.

She curled against the warmth of his form gasping, as his skillful fingers manipulated her, Laura went wild and bit him at the shoulder while the passion of her need took her away from her own reason. She felt the stinging rebuke of his slap against the solid cheek of her ass and whimpered with the pleasant heat of its impact.

"Please Jeff," she breathed heavily, from the shadows of her lust!

But Laura felt the searing impact of his correction of her again, several times in rapid succession and she gushed between her legs, as she went soft inside. His lips took her again and his tongue commanded her cavity while ravishing the warm flesh of her mouth. As he kissed her, he moved the cumbersome straps of her gown from her shoulders and let them slip down her arms.

Jeff undid the buttons of her fancy blue gown and let it slip to her feet to lay about her high heels. He stripped Laura of all her garments until nothing was left between them but the warm glow of her flawless skin. She was powerless before him to direct her own actions ... he was a man in her mind ... all man, and she wanted the big, beautiful bastard inside her!

Laura shivered, as his lips loved her on their way to her breast, then she moaned deeply before him, as his mouth covered the hard tissue of her erect bud. Laura tingled from the contact while the sensation rushed like a lightening bolt to her mound, caressing her there with its delightful warmth and setting sparks flying behind her eyelids.

His mouth soon followed its path, as he tenderly licked and kissed his way down the center of her belly, his wicked hands consuming the skin of her body along the way. The folds of Laura's vulva bloomed, as the slow journey of his mouth teased her, and the flesh of her cunt screamed out in her mind, begging the touch of his mouth.

"Lover ... you make me weak and warm inside, she sighed!

He smiled with the light sensual tone of her voice ... she was wonderful to his ego!

When Jeff neared the summit of her pubic, his nose caught the scent of the woman's sex and it made his heart ache to posses her. He teased her there, until Laura became notoriously shameless with her begging and brazen in her speech.

At last he covered her clit with the heat of his tongue and Laura immediately cried out, as her body rushed forward, greedy for the pleasure of its warmth. He lapped her sternly for a time and eased back when her legs began to shake, and then journeyed to the opening of her passage.

As his thick tongue entered Laura's cunt her hands flew to his head and she laced her long, delicate fingers, in the thick hair of his crown pulling him hard against her. He fucked her with it until she was completely mindless in front of him with her need.

Then he stopped, and stood up, removing his pants and shorts in front of her.

"Bastard," she hissed, "Fucking bastard," she hissed again! "You could have waited for another moment Jeff," she protested vehemently!!!

He only smiled at her.

And it pissed her, slightly!

But she stopped, as her eyes went wide with the sight of the heavy mass swaying there between his legs! Then her eyes found him, shy as they held his, pleading with him to rid her of this consuming hunger inside.

Laura went to her knees in front of him quickly and her hand formed a rim around the root of his mammoth cock. She eased the head of it into the wet heat of her mouth, as her tongue swirled around the firm monster and she lavished its surface with the warm moisture of her mouth.

Her sharp, slut red nails teased his sack, causing the heavy organ in her mouth to lurch wildly against the walls and ceiling of her cavity. Laura began to bob up and down on his staff rapidly, making wild slurping sounds as she sucked, that thrilled her lover.

She paused, holding the heavy shaft against his belly, as her tongue went wild on the underside of it and all around his balls as well; his cock twitched obscenely throughout the treatment. Laura licked and bit lightly all around her lover's organ as rapidly as possible, enjoying every discernable twitch of his frame.

She couldn't get all of it in when she started sucking him again, but she rammed as much of it down her throat as she could, held there, and swallowed. She gagged came back off of it, cleared her throat, and hungrily dived back down on his delicious fuck meat savoring it's taste!

Jeff moaned loudly as he felt her throat flutter all around his hard shaft, as her throat muscles tried to close around him. And his mind went blank with the power of the pleasure that erupted inside his brain. She sucked, as saliva ran out all around her lips and down her chin. It seemed to him, from her moans, that she was enjoying this as much as he was.

*And she was, she was a natural that craved a good suck, especially on a heavy, thick cock like this one! *

He knew he wouldn't be able to let her continue, but the fucking sensation of her mouth was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.

"Whoa, hold on missy, I can't let you continue this time, you're too good," he told her as he took her hand. He could tell from the scalding glance she didn't want to, her lips pouted as he lifted her from her knees and her facial tone was slightly less than graceful.

"I promise you, as God is my witness ... we will continue this later," but she was unmoved by his humor!

He backed her to wall and kissed her once more as he held her there, her disposition softening somewhat. Then he turned her roughly to face it and brought her hands together at her wrist high above her head and pinned them against the wall in front of her, then he roughly shoved her feet apart, as he held her to the wall. 

"Is it rape sir," she asked in jest?

"No Madam, you're too graceful a creature for that," he answered!

Laura whimpered as she felt the heat of his stern organ flinch against the soft skin of her backside, impatient for the sensation of its ravishment! She whimpered shamelessly as her ass ground impatiently against the heat of his firm, throbbing cock!

He released his hold on her wrist but she held them together there, in front of her, as a signal of her obedience to him. Laura trembled, as Jeff held the large cock in his hand and slowly teased the entrance of her cunt with its thick head. She could feel the warmth of his rushing breath wash over her, as it stirred the hairs on the back of her neck and the bastard continued with his persistent torture of her, with that insidious tool in his hand.

"Take me," she hissed!

He smiled, but gave no reply.

He laid the heavy firmness of his cock directly into the crease of her cheeks, as his teeth took the flesh of her neck, making the lust within surge in her body. His hands came around to find her breasts while his cock began to slowly move up and down in the warmth of her anal crevice. 

"Take me," she whispered!

He smiled again, as his heart-flared warm inside.

Inundated with all that sensation, her emotions were all over the graph, as they slowly became a raging storm that she couldn't control. She spoke to him passionately saying things she'd never said to another, her flesh burning, her mind intoxicated with the sweetness of his caress.

As Laura's body arched outward to grind against his flinching firmness, she felt a small trickle of her fluids, tickle its way down the inside of her thigh, trailing a path of liquid heat in its journey to her ankle. His fingertips danced about the hard buds of her nipples, as the sensation of their passage exploded pleasantly behind her closed eyes.

"How would you be taken then my slut," he inquired?

"As it pleases you lord, only please ... don't stop until you make me cum," she whispered softly!

Jeff moved his cock to the crease of her mound and pushed his body forward, guiding the hot mass up and over her clit one more time, as she shuddered in front of him. He poised himself at her entrance, pausing to drink in the spectacular vision of her backside for a moment. His eyes raped her outline; from the stately set of her shoulders and graceful neck, to the titillating rise of her ass ... she was a splendid piece of art!

He tongued the side of her neck as he slid the hard mass of his cock into her body and felt her shake in front of him. His heart leapt inside as he heard the breath rush from her lungs as he took her, and felt her sob with the intense sensation of his entry. He planted a series of hot kisses against her collarbone, as the heat of the creature in front of him enveloped his organ with delight.

"Oh Jeff," she sighed, as her mind took flight toward paradise!

Laura felt his body expand her passage in a dramatic way, as he slowly made his way to the entrance of her womb. Her body went warm inside, and her legs trembled again, and Laura found herself truly thankful she had the wall to support her.

He went primal in her, as his tempo increased in harmony with his desire, she was tight around him, and the softness of her passage only inspired him to ravish her even more severely. He could feel the head of his cock slamming into her womb while she continued to cry out for more.

It crashed over her, erasing her identity, as she screamed loudly and her nails dug their way down the wall above and in front of her. She was grinding her lower body against him with a frenzied kind of hunger that completely excited him.

"Cumming baby, oh God Jeff," she cried out, as the walls of her passage rippled around his hot shaft!

She reached behind him and forcefully dug her nails into the hide of his flinching buttocks and pulled straight forward, as she screamed and bucked backward. Laura took all that his body offered, as his rough, thundering pounding of her, brought her body the relief she had so desperately needed!

There was nothing more for Laura now, but this moment with him, and this place where he had indelibly marked her heart as his, with the commanding heat of his manhood. She reached down between her legs, her nails seeking the sensitive area at the underside of his cock. She positioned them so that they raked his skin as he drove into her, desiring the seed she knew he carried for her.

He groaned deeply, as his hands came to her hips and lifted her; the force of his pounding was driving her cheek against the wall firmly, as he came. She smiled, elated inside, as his voice thundered out his release behind her. She felt him, lurching wildly inside her passage, as he bathed her womb in the warm, sticky fluids, erupting from his cock.

When he finished, he cradled her form as they sank to the floor together, his arms wrapped about her, his breath quick and warm at her neck. She was older than he was, but he didn't care, he wanted her forever. She accepted his adoring lips and tiny licks, as she drew a shuddered breath and closed her eyes against the beauty of his attention.

"Laura ... theirs something you should know," he had begun!

"S-h-h-h, come lay with me Jeff," she said, as she stood up in front of him and took his hand. She walked in front of him feeling the warmth of his seed ooze from her battered opening as she moved ... and it pleased her that it was his. She led him to the king size bed and they reclined together, their bodies close, her fingers caressing him constantly.

It was a new world for Laura now, and the center of the universe was this beautiful man beside her.

In a few moments Jeff leaned over and kissed Laura's mouth, as his hand cupped her mound. She was still wet, and now she was fully swollen from the pounding he had just given her.

"Oh baby, you know I can't say no," she cooed!

He went straight between her legs and his tongue raked its heat across the fat swollen clit between her battered ridges. Her hips rolled up as she moaned and the need began to smolder within one more time.

"My god lover, are you always this way," she asked, with a giggle?

"Always dear heart," he replied!

Laura's fingernails caressed the top of his shoulders, as he manipulated her pussy with his tongue. She rotated her lower body against his mouth as he instilled a new surge of hot lust in her body and mind.

When she had just started flowing again she felt him rise to his knees and place his strong hands on her hips. He quickly rolled her over and pulled her up at the waist, and then forced her face down against the sheets.

His hand found her junction and he rolled her clit between two of his fingers while he kneeled and the tip of his tongue began to penetrate her anal slit. She jerked and cried out with the unexpected intrusion into her dark opening and immediately began to fuck backward against his energetic little muscle.

"Oh God Jeff, you're so dirty," she whimpered in front of him!

Waves of lusty heat passed through Laura, as the hot, thick muscle, of his mouth fucked her ass. She could feel her cunt lips filling with blood once again, while she was seduced at both the front and back entry of her body. Her body wrenched with one bolt of pleasure after the other and the skin of her body tingling constantly.

She felt the sting of his slap on her ass cheek and moaned deeply, as it translated into pure sexual pleasure within her. He continued reaming her ass and it was all Laura could do to keep from coming right then.

"Yes baby ... I'm your slut," she hissed, incoherent in thought!

She felt his weight shift as he rose up on his knees and grasp his organ in his hand. The next thing she felt was the gentle nudge of his fingers teasing their way into her sensitive ass making her gasp. She felt herself stretch uncomfortably, as he entered her tight slit and she couldn't help but moan again. He was wonderful all around her and all in her, his soft warm fingers tempting her rapture.

"Easy lover ... give it a moment," he had moved her too far, too fast and she wanted to linger with these pleasant sensations.

Laura was now taken with the sensation of Jeff's fingers inside her, and she wiggled against his hand, as he slowly moved them in and out of her opening. Shivers ran through her flesh, as her passage fluttered around his busy fingers milking them, as if they might be a cock she was trying to suck sperm from.

She groaned again, as his hand slapped her cheek several times in rapid repeat, and then she felt him straighten up behind her and prepare for his entry. Laura trembled again with the expectation of entry, as Jeff passed his cock up through her crevice collecting moisture on the girth of his wild flinching mass.

Laura felt him pause with the head of his cock just touching the entrance of her forbidden passage. She whimpered, as she felt the warmth of it against her tight opening, seducing her to crave the impending impalement of her tender ass.

"Yes baby, do it ... do it for Laura," she whined!

He moved his body forward stuffing the thick, spongy head of his cock into Laura's ass. She shuddered mightily and worried her lower lip with her teeth, as it cleared the tight ring of her opening with a pop. She went still adjusting to its presence, but then began to slowly hump backward on the stiffness of his cock, as the hunger overcame the temporary discomfort.

"Fuck me baby, fuck me with that hard thing in front of you," she pleaded, as she rocked back on his driving flesh!

Jeff plunged forward driving his cock almost all the way into Laura's clutching heat, and smiled as he heard her whimper of delight. Laura froze in front of him, going rigid and completely still, as he flexed his formidable cock in the soft heat of her ass!

"Bastard, I love you bastard, and I love your hard cock," she screamed!

"Quite the anal slut, are we dear," he teased?

"Shut up and fuck me bastard ... fuck me till it hurts," she yelled, as her fingers began to caress her hard bucking clit!

Realizing that Laura was taken away with the sensation of her ass fuck Jeff reached up and grabbed a handful of the vivacious brunettes thick raven hair. Using it like a rope he pulled her body forcefully backward, as he rammed his cock deeply in her tight passage. Jeff's blood, and cum, were at the boiling point now, his pulse was a hammer in his head and a throbbing ache in his balls!




Madam



Laura spasmed around him and the entire length of her passage fluttered in caress around his driving fuck meat, milking his huge cock, as she started to cum again. She screamed until her throat was raw, as she shook through the waves of pleasure that left her senseless, and disorientated.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Jeff you're so bad," she cried, while going nova again.

He managed to hang on through the storm of her release, but he really didn't know how. He tenderly caressed her back and shoulders as the pitching waves of hot emotion began to level.

"Oh Jeff baby, that was beautiful," she whispered, when she finally calmed down.

He became even more primal with his fucking, as she adjusted her hips to meet the hard driving thrust of his hips. Finally, she felt the girth of his cock swell inside her, as she whimpered in front of him, overcome with the sound, smell, and feel of the man.

"Come for me baby, fill me with your hot seed, oh baby I need to feel you shoot there" she wooed!

She bucked, as she felt again, the stinging heat of his hands report against her ass, and the woman went radiant inside.

Jeff reached under Laura and squeezed her breast savagely making the young prostitute cry out, as his fast moving cock ripped through her ass. Jeff was in high gear while his cock pounded her opening and soon Laura began to shake again too. Her cunt fluttered and went supernova once more, as the convulsions of her orgasm milked his stiff pussy pleaser.

He arched his back and threw his head back in ecstasy as he empty himself into her convulsing channel, stream, after stream, of hot, sticky cum, exploded into her opening. 

She fucked back against him madly, as he shot his cream into her tight opening, flexing fiercely to milk the stuff out of his cock. The huge muscle was wild inside her body as it expelled its cum, bathing her insides with its delicious warmth.

"Oh baby you come so good for me," she sighed, as his wet come traveled down the inside of her thigh.

He curled to her form and nuzzled her shoulder and neck with his lips before he dislodged himself and rolled away. He flopped out beside her, noting the full swell of her breasts underneath her body and how beautiful they looked they looked from this angle.

"Did you mean it," he asked her playfully?

"Mean what dear," she responded coyly?

"You know fucking well what ... slut," he barked!

"Yes, and I hope you're not the jealous type," she responded smiling.

"I won't be, as long I know your loyalty is with me Laura," he said.

"Te amo, tesoro mio," she whispered softly, with sincerity.

He fucked her again before he took her to the top of the Stratosphere Casino for a night view of the city, and once more when they returned. She had kissed him there and told him she loved him, as they looked out over the valley, with its lights twinkling like multicolored gems on some black velvet cloth ... as far as the eye could see.

For the first time ... in a long time, Laura was at home again, at peace in her inner being. She clung to him that evening never far from his side, her eyes constantly attending his form with loving care.

She fell asleep in his arms that night among the cool satin sheets of their bed, and smiled through her dreams!

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End part 1 



Madame and Her Cock



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The long coat brushed against my naked legs as I climbed the stairs. The final corridor was bare, naked with no decorations of any sort. The sound of my heels echoed through the halls as I passed in front of several apartment doors to stop in front of one.

A pretty painted finger pressed on the door bell and I stood back on my heels, listening to the fumbling noise inside the apartment.

'Hello bitch,' I greeted the man who opened the door, he was a sight indeed. 'Ah I see you have followed my instructions.' He was naked, his right hand wearing a cuff already and the other was free, he also had a fine collar with a hook but as I had indicated no mask. He was to take his humiliation without a mask to cover him.

His cock was free as well, hanging soft and weak. His eyes stared at me in anticipation, but there was very little to see of me other than bare legs, heels and a long coat.

'Yes Mistress.' He replied

'Madame,' I hissed grumpily 'and I thought you had just learned how to address me.'

'Madame, yes Madame.' He replied as I turned him around and closed the cuff on his other hand, leaving his arms bound behind his back. I moved a couple steps into the corridor, offering full view of him to the front door. 'Now show me if you have followed my instructions thoroughly.' He hesitated for a moment, looking at the front door, then back at me. I raised an eyebrow and tapped a heel on the door, his face became all red and he moved slowly, turned and bent at the waist to show his asshole.

'You are becoming a lazy whore. What's all this fuss?' A latex glove came out from the pocket of my coat and I knelt on the floor. His eyes followed my fingers stretching the glove then filling it. My legs could feel the cool hair blowing through the corridor, I wondered if that was part of the reason for that limp cock. Well, we would take care of that soon anyway.

Without further warning I stood up and pushed my finger right up his ass. He winced and his sphincter closed around my finger so I forced another. He resisted, perhaps it was the lack of lube. He moaned but regardless my fingers forced their way inside.

'I hope you are enjoying it, cocksucker.' I teased him and retracting my fingers slightly, then shoved them back in. He winced again and panted 'Yes Madame, I hope you find me suitable...'

I moved my fingers slightly 'Yes bitch. You have done a good job for me.' My fingers could feel the smooth soft surface of his inner bowels. 'There is indeed no shit here. How many enemas did you take?' Silence followed my questions so I raised my voice and smacked his behind with my free hand. 'I asked how many enemas did you take, bitch?' My words rang out along the corridor, I wondered if any of the neighbors were watching us, or even just listening.

'Three,' he panted as my fingertips brushed against his prostate 'three Madame.' And wiggled around my fingers but I did not massage further 'Good boy, you have done a good job. One day when you are properly trained you will have access to better rewards.' And my finger stroked his prostate once again then retracted.

I walked past him and entered the apartment, then closed the door.

He was behind me in the kitchen and I let the coat fall from my shoulders. 'You like it whore, don't you?'

I turned around and showed myself in high heels, the black corset showing my hourglass figure and supporting my breasts with lace and a red silken ribbon. I walked towards him until his face was right on my boobs, biting his lip, he attempted to not move but I challenged him again 'You like the smell of woman, bitch? Eat them now.' I hinted at my boobs and he dipped his face between them.

With a hand I pulled both boobs from the corset; let them hang free on the soft fabric. My slave's tongue moved on my nipples, raised, erect just as his cock now was. He took them between his lips and sucked hard, then his tongue circled around them and sucked again.

I stood back. 'Stop now, you may not have it all yet.'

The aroused look in his eyes told me he was more than eager to finish otherwise. 'We may...' and did not finish the sentence 'may what? You made up your mind?' I walked up to him again and gave him a cold look.

'So now the brave slave does not just want his ass fucked anymore?' and reached for my bag on the table to retrieve one of the best toys of my collection.

The expression in his eyes was a mix of anticipatory pain and excitement, when I put that toy right under his nose. It was a dildo, suitable to be mounted on a strap on harness, big and pink, its uniqueness was in the multiple bumps on its surface. 'You know how these will tear your ass apart when I fuck you?' I asked and again my question fell on silence 'You had better start answering my questions, halfwit. Or I may enjoy shoving this in your lovely ass without lube.' 

'Please no, Madame.'

'I did not hear you,' I said and walked a few steps away, attaching the dildo to the harness I was wearing already.

'Please use lube, Madame.'

The dildo fell in place and I grabbed his arm dragging him through the door and onto the balcony. It was a small space with a few pots but a nice metal railing that did not hide anything from the nearby condos and the road. Surely being at the 12th floor gave enough privacy, but only until either of us did anything to raise attention from the road.

'Explain better, I don't understand what you mean, bitch!' I said with my voice raised as I attached the hook of his collar to the short leash already in place on the railing.

'Please use lube to fuck my ass, Madame' he cried in a worried voice.

I moved so the dry dildo brushed against his ass cheeks, so far I had always respected my slave's ass but would I do that again? I did not like that look in his eyes when my hand had closed on his cock, he thought I would let him fuck me, that he could have me. Bad, bad thought for a slave, he needed a lesson.

In the little space available I moved to his side and offered him the dildo to suck. Understanding the possibility of being fucked dry his mouth moved frantically on the big plastic cock to smear as much spit as possible before I decided that was enough.

My eyes fished through his legs and I saw his cock still hard. See, that bitch seemed to love the possibility to have his ass torn apart.

'Now, now...' I pulled back and enjoyed the sight of the sun reflecting on the glistening dildo 'I hope you have done a good job whore, because I am going to fuck your ass with this. What do you have to say?'

'Thank you Madam.'

I walked around him and grabbed his hips. The dildo laid on his asshole that quivered in anticipation. 'Thank you for what? Did I bring you cookies?'

'Thanks for fucking my ass Madam!' he cried out. I bet they could hear that in the street. I started applying some pressure to his ass and with not too much difficulty the small smooth head popped in. I had no doubt it would, with my previous exploration of the hinder corners of his asshole I had stretched him a little too.

He grunted but the best was yet to come, beyond the smooth head were the bumps, which increased the diameter of the dildo considerably. I retreated and kept extracting the head and reinserting it then with a sharp tuck movement of my hips I shoved the dildo past the first line of bumps.

The bitch grunted and I saw his cock had lost a bit of his hardness. 'Wasn't it what you thought you could do to your Mistress earlier?' I asked hastily.

'Yes Mistress, I thought...'

'Madame!' and shoved another line of bumps up his ass 'You really do not learn, halfwit. Now tell me what did you want to do? You thought I would kneel and suck your small dick?'

'Yes Madame, I'm sorry,' he stopped, winced and grunted when another line of bumps were shoved in 'I thought you would let me.'

'Wrong, slave you need a lesson.' And with another hip thrust about one inch of plastic cock entered his ass. He yelled loudly, I saw a few people in the street raising their heads trying to see where that yell came from.

'See what happens, cocksucker? Now you can show them what a wimp you are!' I retreated a few bumps, saw him unconsciously relax for a moment, then I applied steady pressure and the dildo penetrated his ass to the base. He arched his back trying to escape and I held him steadily from the hips. His wrists closed behind his back, still handcuffed, he pulled, tried to escape the pain from the stretched asshole but the dildo penetrated him, exploring his bowels. With a guttural sound he yelled a mix of pain and pleasure.

'See whore, your ass is mine now to do as I please and everyone in the neighborhood knows you are a pussy.' And shoved the dildo back in his ass again.

He winced again but not as much as the first time. I did that again, over and over. His cock was hard again and it throbbed every time I sunk into his bowels. His breathing was hard but not enough to be heard on the street, though I am sure there could have been people behind the windows on the nearby condos.

With one last thrust the dildo penetrated his ass to the base and he trembled from within, his cock spurting semen on the floor and down the balcony. I kept fucking him until he was limp and exhausted, then retreated a few steps back and watched the plastic cock popping out of his ass, leaving the gaping hole to contract at the cool hair. There were little traces of blood around the rim of his ass but it was very clean for what it had just endured.

I reached to free my slave from the leash and he followed me inside. The moistness between my thighs was becoming more than just a slight wetness, I was soaking wet. For a moment I thought I would let him take care of me but decided no, not this time.

'Tuesday. And I hope you will know how to behave then.' I said on the door and he nodded with a thankful however spent look.

My heels clicked through the corridor as once again I walked past many doors and reached the stairs. At the base of the stairs I stopped and laid against the wall, my fingers reached down under my coat and bodice. As soon as I touched my clit it exploded and the orgasm took hold of my body like electricity. I slid down and remained there for a moment, my fingers immobilized on my clit, back against the wall and legs open, bent, with the high heels on. Panting heavily I let pleasure take a hold of my whole body, my insides quivered, I moaned my delight. 



Madame de Baincourt



Il se peut que dans cette histoire il y ai des contradictions sur certaine chose avec l’époque où se passe l’histoire. Des choses du style : des bas, une guêpière, un porte-jarretelles, du latex, etc...

C’est ça l’avantage des fantasmes. On peut le transporter où l’on veut.

Merci de votre compréhension et bon plaisir.

A toi, Stéphanie...

On me nomme Madame de Baincourt. Je suis une sorte de Libertine, bien que d’autre me dise Courtisane. J’en ai cure. Moi, tout ce qui m’intéresse, c’est le plaisir : le plaisir de la bonne chaire, le plaisir du bon vin, le plaisir des bons mots, le plaisir du sexe.

Je suis la protégé d’un gentilhomme dont je tairais le nom qui m’a installé dans une superbe demeure à la campagne. Je suis suffisamment proche de Paris pour m’y rendre en calèche.

Les soirées que j’organise sont très couru. Qui n’a pas un jour désirez boire du champagne dans un verre moulé à partir de la forme d’un de mes seins.

Mon gentilhomme s’occupe admirablement bien de moi et je ne manque de rien. Pourtant, je pense que nos jours sont comptés. Le peuple gronde de plus en plus fort contre le Roi. Ceci reste le cadet e mes soucis pour l’instant.

Je possède également de nombreux serviteurs et femmes de chambre. Mon gentilhomme me rendant que très rarement visite, je pris un jeune paysans sous mon toit et m’occupais personnellement de son éducation. C’était un jeune homme intelligent et je savais qu’il irait loin.

J’avais également sous mon aile une jeune fille qui m’avait été confié, à l’âge de douze ans, par son père suite à la mort de sa mère. Je faisais aussi son éducation. 

Un intendant venait deux fois par semaine apprendre au jeune homme ainsi qu’à la jeune fille les mathématiques, les sciences, la lecture et l’écriture.

Mon éducation à moi était tout autre. Je leur appris le plaisir du sexe. Je fis déflorer la jeune fille, à l’âge de quinze, par le fils du palefrenier. Maintenant elle savait comment s’y prendre avec la gente masculine. Quand au jeune homme, je lui appris à honorer une femme et le bougre savait s’y prendre.

A la tombé de la nuit, on allumait un feu dans le petit boudoir. Je m’installais dans le canapé pour déguster des friandises. Le chocolat venait de faire son apparition. Mon jeune paysans venait me rejoindre et sans que le demande, il glissait sous mes jupon et taquinait ma chatte de sa langue comme il savait bien le faire. Je lui offrais alors mes liqueurs en guise de remerciement. Il me suçait divinement bien me faisant gémir de bonheur.

« Continuez, je suis fière de vous »

Je continuais à manger mes friandises tout en me faisant lustrer la chatte.

Je me rappel de la fois ou l’on avait été dérangé par Juliette, ma petite protégée.

Elle s’était endormi au bord de la rivière dans la forêt. Lorsqu’elle s’était réveillée, il faisait nuit noire. Elle avait trouvé son chemin mais avait eu peur des bêtes de la nuit. La pauvre tremblait des pieds à la tête.

Je m’apprêtais à sucer à mon tour le pieu de mon jeune paysan lorsqu’elle frappa à la porte du boudoir. Je remis de l’ordre dans mes vêtement maugréant après la personne qui pouvait bien nous déranger en pareil moment.

Je découvris Juliette tremblante. Je la pris dans mes bras et l’amenait sur le canapé près du feu. Je fis signe à mon jeune paysans de prendre place dans le fauteuil. J’en avais pas fini avec lui. 

Je m’installais alors dans le canapé tenant Juliette contre mon giron. Elle sanglotait.

Je savais comme la réconforter. Je posais alors sa tête au creux de mon épaule et lui donnait des petit bisous dans le cou avant de sortir ma langue pour le lui lécher ainsi que l’oreille. Je la sentis se détendre. La caresse de ma langue dans le cou faisait toujours son effet sur elle.

Elle releva la tête de mon épaule et me regarda.

« Ca va mieux ma belle? »

« Embrassez moi Madame? »

Nos lèvres se touchèrent. On se fit de petit bisous nos langues se touchant, léchant nos lèvres, avant de s’embrasser plus franchement. Le jeune homme ne devait pas en perdre une miette. Tant mieux, il n’en sera que meilleur.

La belle embrassait bien et j’en suis pour beaucoup. Je dégrafais alors son corset afin de dégager sa jeune poitrine. Je la caressais alors pendant qu’elle dégrafais mon propre corset. Je lui donnais un coup de main et j’offris ma poitrine plantureuse à ses douces caresses.

Je retirais mon corset et la belle alterna les coup de langues sur mes seins et ma bouche. C’était délicieux. Je lui fis le même hommage. De temps en temps on s’embrassait à grand coup de langue. On devint fiévreuse toutes les deux..

On retira alors nos longs jupons afin d’être plus à l’aise. Je la reprit alors au creux de mon épaule et fit glisser ma main vers sa jeune toison. Elle gémit lorsque mes doigts cueillirent le résultat de son émoi sur ses lèvres.

« Continuez Madame, c’est trop bon. »

Je taquinais alors son clitoris pendant que nos bouches se joignaient à nouveau pour un délicieux baiser.

Soudain, je me rappelais de la présence du jeune garçon. Je regardais en sa direction et souris. Il ne perdait pas une miette de notre spectacle et se masturbait doucement.

Je le montrais à Juliette d’un mouvement de tête. Elle sourit à son tour en le voyant. Il souriait de son côté, aux anges de voir deux femmes se donner du plaisir devant lui.

Je regardais alors Juliette. Elle comprit ce que je voulais.

On se leva toutes les deux et on alla s’agenouiller près du jeune homme. Je pris alors son superbe pénis d’entre ses doigts et l’avalais. Je lui prodiguais alors une superbe fellation sous les yeux de Juliette. Je ne la quittais pas des yeux pendant tout ce temps.

Je le lui donnais ensuite à le sucer. Je la regardais faire. Elle avait été à bonne école. Elle finit par le recracher et nos langues glissèrent le long du pieu et du prépuce.

J’avais envi d’elle maintenant. Nos langues se mêlèrent à nouveau.

Je me levais et allais m’allonger sur le canapé. Elle vint s’installer sur moi pour m’embrasser et me sucer les tétons. Je jeune homme nous rejoignit. Je le sentis glisser une main sur ma chatte et me pénétrer de ses doigts. Il lapait également les liqueurs de Juliette. Je repoussais alors Juliette afin qu’elle s’occupe de ma chatte. La belle me suça aussi bien que mon jeune paysans. Celui ci branlait d’une main Juliette, et de l’autre son pénis. Il grogna et éjacula sur son ventre. Je jouis à mon tour sous la bouche de Juliette.

Alors qu’elle venait m’offrir le résultat de son travail, le jeune homme glissa ses doigts en moi afin de boire la liqueur qui aurait du lui revenir si Juliette n’était pas intervenu.

Certain soir, les attouchements buccaux de mon jeune élève ne suffisaient pas à calmer mes ardeurs. Je me couchais tout de même mais mon corps, en proie à ses douces pulsions, ne me laissait pas de répits.

Je repoussais alors les draps et me masturbais. Je me mis donc à rêver du jeune paysans, de ma protégé, du jeune homme qui l’avait dépucelé.

Ce jour là, je m’étais rendu dans les écuries afin de demander au palefrenier si je pouvais disposer de son fils dans la soirée. Le palefrenier était bel homme, musclé et grand. J’avais déjà vu son fils faire l’amour avec l’une de mes servantes et si le père était aussi bien monté que le fils, cela devait faire des étincelles.

Sa femme était servante chez le gentilhomme et ne venait que très rarement voir son mari et son fils. Pauvre homme, la solitude devait lui peser.

Je ne le voyais que très rarement parce que son regard me troublait au plus profond de mon être.

« Mon fils sera à vos ordres Madame. Dite l’heure et il sera chez vous. »

« Merci. Pour 22 heures alors. »

« Il y sera Madame. »

Je pris congé encore bouleversée par son regard pénétrant.

Une heure avant l’arrivée du jeune homme, je fis venir Juliette dans mes appartements. Elle était surprise du fait que je la fasse venir à une heure si avancé. Je la reçu vêtu uniquement d’une paire de bas et d’un porte-jarretelle.

« Madame a besoin de mes services. »

« Oui ma belle Juliette. Madame de Porterie m’a fait part d’un sujet particulier que j’aimerais mettre en œuvre à mon tour. Seulement il me faut une aide dans la préparation.

Je m’installais dans une chaise près d’une vasque remplit de mousse et ou trônait un rasoir. J’écartais alors les jambes.

« Ravissante Juliette, pouvez vous venir me lustrer la chatte. Il me faut une salive abondante pour mon projet. »

La belle prit place sans broncher et sa langue coquine se mit en œuvre. C’était délicieux. Je la laissais me lécher un bon moment jouissant de plaisir puis l’écartais délicatement.

J’appliquais alors la mousse sur mes poils pubien et autour de mes lèvres juteuses. Je l’étalais sous le regard attentif de Juliette, toujours à quelque centimètre. Je tendis un doigt, et malgré la mousse elle le suça avidement.

Ma liqueur et sa salive remplissaient bien leur office. Je pris le rasoir et me rasais la chatte.

« Madame, vous êtes folle! »

« Non ma tendre Juliette. J’aimerais me sentir aussi nue que lorsque j’avais 12 ans, l’âge où je me suis masturbée la première fois. »

Je fis place net et me retrouvais comme je l’avais dit. Je rinçais, lui donnais une serviette pour m’essuyer et allais m’allonger sur le lit. Je lui fis signe de me rejoindre.

On s’embrassa tendrement.

« Peux tu me montrer la sensation que cela fait maintenant. »

Elle repris sa place entre mes cuisses et me caressa. Je gémis en tremblant tellement la sensation était délicieuse. Sa langue avait un tout autre effet sur ma chatte.

Plus que quelque minute avant l’arrivée de l’étalon.

« Viens ma belle que je te remercies de ton assistance. »

Je la calais entre mes coussins tout en la dévorant de baisers. Je remontais le bas de se robe de chambre et allais honorer à mon tour sa petite chatte déjà bien juteuse. Je la fis mouiller abondamment en préparation de la suite.

A 22 heures, on frappa à la porte. Ponctuel le jeune homme. Je levais la tête, tout en massant le sexe de Juliette. Je la regardais. Je la vis paniquer lorsque je dis à la personne d’entrer.

Le beau jeune homme apparut. Juliette était rouge de honte.

« Déshabille toi beau mâle! Notre amie est prête à te recevoir. »

Juliette me regarda alors le regard plein de questions. Je lui souris et retournais à mon repas sans quitter le déshabillage du jeune homme. Ho quel magnifique queue! Du regard, je fis comprendre à Juliette de regarder en direction du jeune homme. Elle le fit et rougis encore plus.

Il astiqua son membre déjà en plein érection. Sans quitter la petite chatte juteuse, je lui fis signe de nous rejoindre. Il ne se fit pas prier.

Je sentis ses mains sur mes fesses. Je lâchais alors mon repas.

« Non beau jeune homme, tu n’es pas là pour moi, bien que cela me désole un peu.

Je regardais Juliette.

« C’est pour elle que j’ai fait demander tes services.

Je pris les mains du jeune homme et les posais sur Juliette. On la déshabilla. Elle tremblait de peur et de désir je suppose.

« Vas y délicatement. Les pétales de cette jeune fleur ne sont pas encore totalement ouverte. Elle a besoin de l’engrais dont tu disposes et en abondance. »

Il s’approcha d’elle et l’embrassa en douceur. Elle se laissa faire et répondit favorablement. Il la caressa alors doucement de ses mains, de sa bouche et de sa langue. Son corps se mit à tanguer.

Je me mis à l’écart, jouant les spectatrices. Mon choix du beau mâle avait été judicieux. Sa bouche se posa là où j’étais il y a quelque minute. Il but ses liqueurs.

« Vas y maintenant, prend la! »

Il s’installa entre les cuisses de Juliette. Je m’approchais d’elle, la prenant contre moi.

« Allez, c’est maintenant ou jamais. »

Son sexe se posa à l’entrée de sa vulve. Je la sentis trembler. Il s’enfonça alors doucement en elle. J’embrassais Juliette, séchant ses larmes à coup de langue. Je sentis son corps trembler lorsqu’il la déflora.

« J’ai mal, » me disait elle.

« Chut, chut, cela va passer. Ce ne sera plus qu’un lointain souvenir. »

Le jeune homme commença son travail de piston, tout en douceur. Juliette se mit à gémir. Au bout de quelque minutes, elle semblait aller mieux, gémissant non plus de douleur mais de plaisir.

« Ca va Juliette? »

« Ho oui Madame, c’est trop bon. »

« Tu veux que je lui demande d’arrêter? »

« Non, non tout mais pas ça. »

« Allez y jeune homme, elle est tout à vous maintenant. »

Il accéléra alors le rythme. Juliette hurlait. Je m’installais au coin du lit et les regardais tout en me masturbant. Le spectacle me plaisait mais je voulais autre chose, une belle queue dans ma chatte humide.

Je pensais alors au père du jeune homme. Il n’était pas insensible à mes charmes.

Je quittais le lit et passait une longue capeline, restant nue dessous. C’est de sexe que je voulais et non de mondanité. Je pris une lanterne et sortis.

La fraîcheur de la nuit me fit du bien. Je me dirigeais alors chez le palefrenier.

J’étais de plus en plus excitée à mesure que je me rapprochais de chez lui. La capeline dévoilait ma nudité à chacun de mes pas. J’étais un vrai appel au viol.

J’entrais dans sa maison sans frapper alors qu’il était en plein ablution vêtu que de son pantalon. Il sourit en me voyant comme si il s’y attendait. Ce sourire me fit mouiller un peu plus. Je retirais ma capeline lui offrant ma nudité. Le vêtement avait caressé mes seins pendant le trajet et mes tétons étaient alors arrogants.

Tremblante de désir, je me collait alors dans son dos humide. Je caressais alors se corps musculeux. 

Il se retourna, avec toujours ce sourire énigmatique et ses mains se posèrent enfin sur moi. Elles étaient larges et très rugueuses. Mon corps tremblait un peu plus à se contact. Il me flatta la poitrine, les hanche et les fesses. Je mouillais comme une jeune collégienne. 

Il me poussa alors vers son lit. Je m’y allongeais sur le dos écartant mes cuisses, offrant mon sexe imberbe en cadeau. Sa vu semblant lui plaire. Il me pinça les tétons me faisant gémir de douleur et sa main descendit vers ma féminité.

Je gémis à nouveau lorsque ses doigts touchèrent mes lèvres.

« Tu mouilles ma salope? » dit il.

« Oui, je mouille pour toi. »

Il sourit et descendit son visage entre mes cuisses. Je sentis sa respiration sur ma chatte et une langue commença à aller et venir sur mes chairs liquéfiées.

Il n’était pas aussi doué que mon jeune paysans et ma Juliette, mais cela me suffisait. J’étais trop excitée pour lui en tenir grief.

« Je veux ta queue. » luis dis le regard lubrique.

Je l’aidais à se débarrasser de son pantalon et le poussais à ma place dans le lit. Comme je l’avais deviné, il était aussi bien doté que son fils. Je le pris délicatement dans ma main et le branlais tout en allant lui offrir ma bouche et mes seins à lécher. Sa main me caressa l’intimité. Je léchais ensuite son torse en gémissant de plaisir.

Je me redressais et me positionnant au-dessus de son superbe membre, je m’empalais. Une fois que mes chairs intimes furent adaptées à son pieu, je me lançais dans une chevauché sensuelle.

« Oh ce que ta queue et bonne. Elle me remplit à merveille. »

Je le chevauchais ainsi un bon moment, avant qu’il ne décide de me prendre en levrette, autre position autres bonheurs. Il me tenait par les cheveux et les seins, me pourfendant délicieusement.

« Oui, baise moi plus fort! »

Ce fut alors la position la plus conventionnel, celle du missionnaire. Je nouais mes jambes sur ses reins et criais mon bonheur.

Je ne sais si il le faisait toujours, ou si j’étais la cause de cela, mais il sembla essayer avec moi d’autre combinaisons.

Il m’allongea, glissa dans mon dos et me pénétra ainsi.

Ensuite on alterna la position en levrette et celle du missionnaire. Mon corps luisait de sueur, enfin il me taquinait correctement le clitoris et maintenant ses coup de boutoir était plus robuste.

Je jouissais entre ses bras, la tête en arrière. Il arrêtait de tempe en temps sa cadence et venait m’embrasser et me lécher les tétons dur comme de la pierre. Il me susurrait aussi des mot doux.

« Ce que tu es bonne, ma salope. Cela fait longtemps que j’en rêvais. »

« Moi aussi. Moi aussi. Mais arrête de causer et baise moi encore plus fort. »

Il repartait de plus belle. Il était très bon amant. Je jouis de nombreuse fois sans qu’il ne s’arrête. J’étais dans un nuage ouaté de plaisir.

Son corps se raidit, sa tête bascula en arrière et il me déversa son flot de sperme dans la chatte, le pubis et le ventre tout en râlant de bonheur. Je jouis encore une fois.

Je cueillis un peu de sa semence afin de la goûter. Je le regardais tout en faisant cela.

Il sourit et se leva pour aller chercher une serviette. Tout en douceur, il m’essuya le corps humide de sueur et de son sperme.

Il s’allongea ensuite près de moi et on s’enlaça. Nos bouche s’unirent en un tendre baiser.

« Madame désire t’elle que je la raccompagne chez elle? »

Il avait repris la place de son rang.

« Je ne suis pas attendue. Votre fils s’occupe de ma protégé à merveille, » je lui pris le sexe entre mes doigt, « et peut-être que celle-ci voudra encore un peu de mes services. »

« Madame est une vrai cochonne? »

« J’aime que l’on me dise cela. »

Son pénis tressaillit et recommença à gonfler sous la caresse de mes doigts.

« Vous n’êtes pas mal non plus? » lui dis je en souriant.

Je me dressais et allais sucer ce magnifique pieu. Je l’astiquais longuement avant qu’il ne jouisse dans ma bouche. Quel bonheur.

On s’endormit enlacé. Il me réveilla très tôt afin que je rejoigne ma demeure sans trop éveiller les soupçons. Il me baisa une dernière fois de la nuit.

Je dormis toute la journée, le corps endoloris par tant de turpitude. La jeune Juliette me réveilla dans l’après-midi. Elle se déshabilla et me rejoignit sous les drap. Elle me parla de sa nuit. Je lui fis part de la mienne. On resta au lit à se caresser tendrement, sans plus.

Madame de Porterie, femme qui m’avait fait redécouvrir le plaisir d’un sexe imberbe, était une femme aussi libertine que je l’étais. Elle goûtait, tout comme moi, au joie du tribadisme, mais c’était surtout un dominatrice. Je me rappels encore de notre première rencontre. J’en ai gardé un bon souvenir.

C’était une soirée organisé par elle pour son arrivé dans la région. La plupart de mes amants et amantes faisaient partis des invitées. Je papillonnais des uns aux autres. Il n’y avait pas de secret dans tout cela. J’embrassais sur la bouche, sans complexe, les femmes devant leur mari, mari qui avait également goûté à mes charmes.

Madame de Porterie m’observa pendant tout la soirée. Je me faisais régulièrement peloter les fesses par les couples avec qui je conversais. Je réussi à m’éclipser dans une pièce afin de me faire lustrer le minou par une jeune femme sous les yeux de son mari.

C’est dans cette pièce qu’elle me retrouva alors que je reprenais mes esprits. A côté d’elle se tenait un homme que je voyais pour la première fois, vêtu d’un unique pantalon en cuir. Elle me désigna du doigt.

« Prépare la moi, je vous rejoint dans cinq minute, » dit elle.

Celui-ci s’approcha et me prit par la main. Il m’entraina avec lui dans les couloires de la maison. 

On arriva dans une pièce ou trônait un lit en plein milieu. Des chandelier au quatre coin l’éclairait. On s’approcha du lit et une fois au pied de celui-ci, l’homme commença à dégrafer mon corset. Je le laissais faire, goûtant au plaisir de se faire déshabiller par un si bel homme. Me seins émergèrent du tissus, les tétons bandés. Je cherchais le contact de sa main mais celui-ci reculait constamment. Ma chatte mouillait. Il s’attaqua ensuite à mes jupons.

Ceux-ci tombèrent à terre un a un autour de mes jambes. Il m’aida à enjamber le tas de tissus et me fit asseoir sur le bord du lit.

Il prit mes vêtements et alla les poser sur une chaise au coin de la pièce.




Madame Hilde Meets Erika



Madame Hilde was the owner of a store with Swedish national costumes. She was only 39, but many people called her that way. Probably because of her stature. She was tall and though not fat, she was chubby. One day, just before she was about to close, a young woman entered the store, looking for a costume. She was very beautiful, blonde with blue eyes and soft skin. She looked for a few minutes at several costumes until she finally spotted one that she liked.

"I'd like to try this one" she said to Madame Hilde.

"Oh, well, that won't fit you miss" she said after a moment.

"You think so?"

"Yes dear, your tits are too big to fit that costume" answered Madame Hilde.

"Well, I still want to try it" answered the young woman blushing a little bit.

"Of course, please do so."

She entered the dressing room to try it. After five minutes, Madame Hilde was wondering how it was and asked:

"How does it fit?"

"Well, I don't know" answered the girl.

"May I see?" asked Madame Hilde.

"Yes, of course" said the girl and went out from the dressing room with the costume on.

Madame Hilde look at her and it was just as she said; the costume was not big enough for her, at least not at the top.

"See, your tits look like their going to explode" said Madame Hilde.

The girl blushed a little bit again, acknowledging the truth. She was sad, because she liked the costume so much.

"You have to look for another one" concluded Madame Hilde, and the girl went back to the dressing room to change back to her cloths.

When she returned a couple of minutes later, Madame Hilde took the costume from her and looked at her pretty face and asked:

"What's your name, dear?"

"Erika" answered the young woman.

"Oh, that's a beautiful name" said Madame Hilde. "And I guess you're twenty, twenty-something..."

"I'm 22" said Erika.

"Well, you see Erika, I was having the same problem at your age. Most costumes were too small for my tits. And it only got worst. See my tits are so big" and she put her hands on them just to accentuate the point. "But I think I can help you dear" she said after a moment of pausing.

"How?" asked Erika.

"Well, I have some costumes that I kept for too long. I used to wear them when I was your age. They are really beautiful. I can show them if you like."

"Are you selling them?" asked Erika a little bit surprised and suddenly hopeful.

"Well, I could borrow them at least. What do you say?"

"Well, sure, why not?"

"Great!" answered Madame Hilde. "They are in my apartments. Let me just close here and we can go upstairs to check them."

So she locked the door of the store and led the girl to her apartments.

"What is your name ma'am?" asked Erika.

"Hilde, though most people here call me Madame Hilde. I guess because of my stature."

They went up and Madame Hilde took her to a living room where she offered her a seat on a couch in the middle of the room. Then she left her there and went to another room where she came from with four costumes in her hands.

"This is it" she said, laying them on the couch next to Erika.

"Wow, they are so great, all of them" she said thrilled at the view of the costumes.

She picked on of them that she liked the most, and asked:

"Do you think this could fit me?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure it will. It fit me well and I was about your size. Try it."

Erika hesitated for a moment. She was a little bit ashamed to undress in front of this unknown woman; even though she opened her house for her and shared his private costumes hit her. Thinking at that she removed her blouse, exposing her chest kept inside a tight bra. She then unbuttoned her jeans and took them off, remaining only in her white underwear. She was very beautiful, and despite her large breasts her body was quite slim. 

"You are so beautiful Erika" said Madame Hilde.

"Thank you" said Erika, blushing a little bit again.

Madame Hilde helped her putting the costume on, and it fit like a charm. Erika was so thrilled and smiling and excited that it fit so well and she looked so good in it.

"Like it, don't you?" asked Madame Hilde.

"Oh, yes. I love it" answered Erika. 

"Then I see no reason not to have it" said Madame Hilde.

"Really?! Oh thank you Madame so much!" 

She was so excited about it that she gave a short hug to Madame Hilde; then she looked again in the mirror. She kept admiring herself and she was indeed so beautiful.

"Well, you look damn good, girl" said Madame Hilde. "You'll turn a lot of hearts. And if you want to do more damage you could wear that without a bra" she continued smiling at Erika and winking as she proposed that.

"I don't think could do that" said Erika.

"Well, of course you could. I did, and trust me, it will make an impact."

"Yeah, but I'm ashamed to do that" said Erika.

"Why?" asked Madame Hilde?

"I... I don't know. I just couldn't" said Erika.

"Nonsense! Let's do it now and see how it is" said Madame Hilde and she rushed to undress Erika on the top. The girl was surprised by the older woman, how decided she was. She simply did not do anything to stop her, but she completely blushed and Madame Hilde opened her top and said:

"Take it off."

Erika hesitated for a moment, then she put her hands on the hooks and unhooked them, removing her bra and releasing her big breasts from their prison. Her nice breasts revealed to the eyes of Madame Hilde in their full glory, big, softy, whitish with large dark areolas. 

"Your tits are so beautiful, Erika" said she gazing at them.

"Mine used to look so much like them."

Saying that she started to dress Erika back and the girl was still red when Madame Hilde finished.

"Look in the mirror" she said to Erika. "See how good still looks? Just a little bit more revealing." 

Erika looked at herself in the mirror and especially at how her chest looked. The Madame Hilde, who was just behind her said:
"And if it is a little bit cold, you nipples could look like this..."

She put her arms around Erika and grabbed her nipples, through the fabric between her fingers, and pinched and squeezed them for a few moments, without the girl opposing any resistance. She just felt submissive and let her do whatever she wanted.

"Like this" Madame Hilde said again after she finished the work of hardening her nipples. They pinched the fabric and gave Erika an aggressive image.

"Now many will fall for you" said Madame Hilde. "Men and women!"

"I don't know..." said Erika. "I don't think I can" she said.

"Well, you can. Just repeat after me: I have beautiful tits!" said Madame Hilde seizing Erika with her eyes.

"I... have beautiful... tits" said Erika slowly and shy.

"No, no, with conviction: I have beautiful tits!" explained Madame Hilde.

"I have beautiful tits!" said Erika a little bit more firm this time.

"Again" demanded Madame Hilde.

"I have beautiful tits!" said Erika louder.

"Again!"

"I have beautiful tits!" repeated the girl.

"Shout it!"

"I HAVE BEAUTIFUL TITS!" shouted Erika, surprising herself with the power of her voice.

"And I'm not ashamed to show them!" said Madame Hilde with the intention to have Erika repeating the phrase.

"And I'm not ashamed to show them!" said Erika without hesitating this time, but still blushing a little bit.

"Good" said Madame Hilde. "Now prove it!"

"How?" Erika asked confused.

"By showing me your beautiful tits, dear" said Madame Hilde.

Erika hesitated again. But she knew she was on the path of no return, so she began to undress the costume and removed to top part, exposing, once again, her very big breasts.

"Here are my beautiful tits, Madame Hilde" said Erika and again, he felt a little bit surprised by her own voice and by the courage that made her saying those words.

"Indeed, dear girl, beautiful, juicy, big tits you show!" said Madame Hilde admiring the pair revealed before her eyes.

Then, still looking at Erika, she began to undress herself, removing her shirt. Erika looked at her very surprised, not knowing what to do or say. Eventually, just when Madame Hilde was about to unhook her large bra, the girl asked:

"Madame Hilde, what are you doing?"

"Well, I think it's fair that if you showed me your tits, I show you mine!"

And saying that she removed her bra exposing a huge pair of breasts, twice as big as Erika's; soft but heavy.

"That's how your juicy tits will look in 15 years!" she said cupping them in her hands and bouncing them like she wanted to see how heavy they are.

"They are so big..." said Erika, gazing at the sight of the massive chest of Madame Hilde.

Madame Hilde made a few steps towards Erika and said:

"You can feel them dear!"

Erika looked at her but did nothing so Madame Hilde said:

"Come on, they won't bite. Take them in your hands!"

She took Erika's hands and put them on her breasts. Erika felt the softness and the warmness of those big breasts and gently started to touch them, to fell them in her palms. Madam Hilde guided her hands up and down and after a while Erika continued unattended. She touched her large areolas and soft nipples and felt how they were hardening in her fingers. That made her blush again. Then Madame Hilde put her hands on Erika's breasts and did the same thing to her. The two fondled the other's breasts, pinching the nipples and smiling. Erika smiled when Madame Hilde looked at her.

"You like this?" asked Madame Hilde.

"I... I guess so" said Erika.

Then Madame Hilde put her mouth on Erika's right breast and sucked on her nipple. She played with it with her tongue, licking it, teasing it. She looked at Erika, and without saying anything moved her mouth on the other one and gave it the same treatment. Then, she said:

"What about now; do you like it?"

"Yes, Madam" said Erika softly.

"Good. Now dear, I want to see the rest of you" said Madame Hilde.

Erika understood and removed the rest of her costume remaining in her white panties only. Then, under Madame Hilde's eager eyes she took them off to, standing naked in front of her and displaying her completely hairless pussy.

"Well, well, well" said Madame Hilde. "You surprise me dear. I was expecting a big bush, and here you are hairless."

Erika blushed again, but said:

"I had it removed by laser a couple of years ago. Now, it's... just like this."

"Yummy!" exclaimed Madame Hilde taking her hand and leading them to the couch again.

"We'll feel more comfortable down here" she said.

She was standing next to Erika, and she moved her hands up and down on the girl's body, feeling her soft skin, connecting. Then her hand stopped between Erika's legs and forced them to open to her. Erika followed Madame Hilde's directions and exposed herself. And she felt exposed and the older woman looked into her pussy, touching her soft and young labia, creating thrills into her young body. 

Madame Hilde moved from the couch in front of her, between Erika's wide open legs. She fondled her hips and kissed her on her bare pussy. Erika almost moaned and as Madame Hilde's tongue started to move up and down her pussy the moans came one after the other. Madame Hilde opened her labia and teased her clit with the tongue. She pushed it with the tip of her tong, and made circles around it. Erika's body trembled, and she moaned loader when Madame Hilde pushed her tong deep into the girl's wet pussy. She grabbed Erika's bottom in her hands, positioning herself better between her legs and raised her eyes to Erika.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No... no... Madame, please" said the girl overheated and gently biting her lip.

"That's what I though dear" said Madam Hilde, diving into the young pussy.

As her tongue explored the surface and the deeps of the hairless hot pussy, Erika moaned louder and louder, trembling from time to time. Eventually, as Madame Hilde focused on her hard clit she came in a powerful orgasm, almost screaming and shacking as the pleasure erupted in her body. Madame Hilde didn't stop, even when the girl begged her to, and in a few moments Erika came again, shacking like an earthquake and screaming, pushing Madame Hilde's head between her legs. Moments later, when she relaxed, Madame Hilde laid near hear and took her into her arms and said.

"You are wonderful dear. So young and juicy and tasty!"

And she kissed the girl that barely returned from the climaxes that exploded into her young body.

"Oh Madame Hilde... that was... I didn't know I..." tried to said Erika, but her words didn't come.

"You can have this pleasure given by a woman?"

"Yes..." agreed Erika.

"And that you can have multiple orgasms?" continued Madame Hilde.

"Yes..." acknowledge Erika again.

"A woman's pussy is a great thing dear" said Madame Hilde. "It can give you so much pleasure! And a woman knows how to bring the best of it."

Erika smiled to the woman. After a few moments of silence Madame Hilde asked:

"What do you say; do you want to try it?"

"What?" asked Erika still under the effect of her orgasms.

"A woman's pussy dear" said Madame Hilde.

"I... I guess so" said Erika.

"You guess or you want?" asked Madame Hilde.

"I... want it" answered Erika.

"Good. Now say it!" said Madame Hilde with her demanding voice.

"I want to taste... your pussy, Madame" said Erika with a shy tone.

"Girl, I want to hear that again!" said Madame Hilde.

"I want to taste your pussy, Madame" repeated Erika.

"Again!"

"I want your PUSSY!" almost shouted Erika, stressing on the last word.

Madame Hilde just smiled to her this time standing up and removing her skirt. Then she stopped and inviting Erika with her eyes to take the rest. Erika understood the invitation and put her hands on her panties and removed them, exposing a hairy bush on Madame's pussy. But at a second look she noticed that is was very well trimmed and no hair was on her pussy lips actually. The inner pussy lips where soft and long and hanged between the outer ones like a butterfly's wings. Erika probed them with her finger and felt their warmness and as she did that shivers run on her spine. Madame Hilde sat on the couch again and opened her legs wide for Erika. Madame Hilde's pussy was very wet and Erika noticed that instantly. Her clit was much larger than Erika's and swollen. The girl gently put two fingers on the open pussy and touched her, and moved them up and down. Then after a while of probing she put her lips on it and kissed it and felt the juices on her lips. She started to lick it, up and down, just as Madame Hilde did and played with the clit. The older woman was feeling an increased pleasure as the young girl's tongue became more confident and explored deeper and faster into her. She moaned and juices flew and they intoxicated Erika's with their flavor and heated her. Madame Hilde became wetter and wetter as she came closer to a climax. And her moans became louder and inspired the inexperienced girl that did quite good for a first timer. When Madame Hilde came a minute later, her body shook and she moaned very load.

"Thank you dear" she said after coming back to her senses and taking Erika in her arms again.

"You were amazing for a first starter" she continued. "Your beautiful mouth is meant for eating pussy!"

"You think?" asked Erika proud of her.

"Definitely! We must to this over and over again" said Madame Hilde.

"Of course Madame" said Erika.

"And please stop calling me Madame. After you ate a Madame's pussy you can call her for her name."

"Ok, Hilde" said Erika. "I want to eat your pussy again!"

"Wonderful. See? I told you that you can turn some heads with this great body of yours. Both men and women!"

They remained in each others arms for a while.



Madame Jenoix



Chapter 1

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A young looking and slight 18-year-old boy sits outside the Headmistress's room, obviously feeling anxious. His legs kick back and forth under the chair and he keeps looking up at the door. His uniform looks unkempt, like he has just thrown it on after Games. After some long, countless minutes elapse, he hears a loud, slow "Come!" from a female voice behind the door. He knows his fate is about to be decided and hangs his head before slowly standing up and shuffling his feet toward the door. The door opens easily and quietly and he moves slowly in, hoping to prolong the time until She notices him. A gentle push and the door clicks quietly back into place.

"Jeremy! Good. Stand there."

The Headmistress indicates a spot on the floor directly in front of her desk. He quickly moves forward, not wanting to risk any further rebuke.

"I have a report here on my desk, Jeremy. It regards your behaviour, or rather your recently discovered activities. This is very unfortunate as your school history has been exemplary until now, excellent grades, no misdemeanours. And then there is this. Discovered in a gym storage room, spying on the ballet class. But what is this here? Not just watching, not just filming, not just playing with yourself, but all this while dressed in a school uniform. Or should I say, a schoolgirl uniform. Oh dear. Found by the poor ballet teacher too, Madame Jenoix."

Jeremy stared at the floor, remembering being caught by Madame Jenoix. It wasn't yesterday, as it said in the report, it was actually around 4 weeks ago. But it was pointless saying anything, the evidence was damning enough and trying to implicate Madame Jenoix would just make it worse.

It had all started several months ago, just before another dreaded Games lesson. Desperate to avoid another humiliating, painful and unpleasant ordeal, Jeremy had slipped quietly behind the gym in hope of finding somewhere quiet to hide. There was just some bare ground next to a fence, and nobody would come down here, he thought. It was quiet at first and Jeremy happily daydreamed next to the large waste bin, one of those big ones that could fit a huge amount of rubbish. Sitting on a crate next to it, all was peace and quiet until some voices penetrated his reverie.

"Shit," Jeremy thought, "now what?"

He couldn't go back the way he came, and the other way led out to the playing fields where he'd be spotted. Hoping to hide behind the big bin, he quickly moved the crate away and tucked in behind. But inside of finding bare wall, instead there was a hole! It seemed to lead inside the building, and he could hear some voices somewhere far inside. Not hesitating, he quickly dived in and pulled the crate back in place. Finding it quite spacious inside, but very dark, Jeremy slowly moved forwards towards where some light was filtering through. It looked like wooden slats and he could hear chanting on the other side.

"I know that song! That's the football cheerleaders song!" thought Jeremy.

Looking around, he noticed that some of the slats weren't placed properly and had gaps in, allowing him to look through. Getting used to the light again brought the extremely pleasant sight of the entire senior cheerleader team practicing in full kit. They must have just been getting warmed up and a few were still doing their stretches. Standing up straight, then bending full over to touch their toes gave an unbelievable view of their pretty, frilly knickers. They would then straighten, stretch one leg out to the side and run their hands, lovingly in Jeremy's mind, along their entire hose-covered leg down to their trainers. They would then start over again and do the other leg. Jeremy couldn't believe his luck! Guessing his position from what he could see, he must be in the old gym storage room. It had been disused for years after a new, modern gym had been built next door. Now this gym hall was only used by a couple of classes that didn't need any equipment. Barely used at all now, Jeremy thought, he only knew of the ballet class that came here to be left alone by the boys. The cheerleaders probably came here for the same reason. Watching the warming up was a lot of fun, and an erection soon made itself known. Figuring he was probably safely hidden here, he pulled it out and started stroking his cock in time with the practice music.

Watching the couple dozen best-looking girls in his school, all in pretty, sexy, tiny uniforms as they danced and joked around was just perfect. Jeremy had had plenty of fantasies involving these girls and their uniforms, although not all at the same time. Checking his watch he saw there was still 45 minutes of the lesson to go and slowed down his self-pleasuring so he could enjoy the full show.

After warm up finished they had a few minutes to catch their breath and spent the time hugging, slapping the occasional ass and jumping around. This all seemed to involve a huge amount of pantie material being flashed, and Jeremy loved every moment. They were all wearing the same uniform of course, but each one had a different colour and style of panties. He saw thongs, g-strings, plain white panties, blue gym knickers and one pair of fire red lacey French knickers that really caught his attention. They then went into their main practice routine, shaking their pompoms, dancing and singing the cheerleaders songs.

Never having been up this close before, Jeremy realised why the school governors attended every game. They had a box right by the cheerleader stand, and must get this beautiful view every single game, while showing support for the school. Many had wondered why they insisted on that box, which had a ground level view of the field instead of the usual high up one, but this must be it. Nobody could turn down a regular view of that years crop of the schools finest cheerleaders flashing their panties at you. And flashing panties seemed to happen a lot, even now they were doing regular routine instead of a warm up. The skirts seemed designed to flip up and get caught on the back of their tight tops, causing their pretty panties to stick it out when they bent over. Jeremy wondered if the uniforms were also kept the same because of tradition or their tendency to show everything. The cheerleader tops weren't much different. All the girls were quite buxom anyway, but after squeezing into a top a couple sizes too small made them appear busting out.

One part of the routine had them spin round and bend over, giving Jeremy a view straight down their tops causing Jeremy to start panting. This went on for some time, but the lack of air-con in the old gym hall was starting to show on some of the girls. A few of them stripped their tops off, revealing tiny sports bras small enough to hide under their uniforms but so small they revealed pretty much everything. Doing little more than pushing those glistening, sweaty mounds up and together gave thoughts of sliding your cock between them, fucking those gorgeous tits and shooting your load over their pretty, panting faces. The music was skipped forward to the next track, which Jeremy recognised as the end of song game. Realising they would be leaving soon, Jeremy sped up his hand ready to finish. Before he could, the song finished and he felt a keen disappointment, before the girls started hugging and kissing each other, congratulating on a good practice. The girl in the red knickers hugged a tall blonde, who accidentally flicked up her skirt and grabbed a handful of French knickers and tight ass. The other girl didn't seem to notice or mind, and Jeremy shot his load watching those delicious red knickers getting groped by another beauty.

Checking the time again, Jeremy realised the lesson would be over soon. He watched the girls file, some hand in hand, out to the changing rooms before edging himself back towards the hole in the wall. Checking that all was clear, he let himself out, covered the hole again and then rejoined the crowd heading to the next lesson. Feeling giddy all afternoon, he kept drifting into a daydream of girls knickers and cheerleader uniforms.

Chapter 2

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The next day Jeremy had an idea. He found the gym schedule on the school computer system and checked all the lessons booked in the old gym. Sure enough, there were the cheerleader practice and ballet lessons he had thought of. There were some boring things like PE for the younger classes in there, but most of interest were the after school classes. Apparently they held 18 year old girl ballet classes in there 3 nights a week! Turns out the school was the only place in the area with a proper ballet teacher, Madame Jenoix. All the local dance colleges sent their ballet classes here once a week for extra practice. Living nearby, Jeremy knew it would be easy to be back here each night in time to watch, starting from tonight.

More prepared this time, Jeremy brought his camcorder and a small stool with him, and snuck in to the gym well before the girls were due to arrive. He got set up in front of the door, and pointed the camera through one of the holes he felt would get an overall good view. According to the clock on the camera he still had over an hour to wait and realised he'd been over eager. Never mind, he thought, let's have a look round.

Pushing the door gently, he was thankful that it swung open easily and slipped out before pushing the door closed. He took a little walk around, looking for somewhere else he could hide, or could put his camera but couldn't spot anywhere obvious. Checking some of the other rooms, he found the girls changing rooms and showers. Now this would make a fine place to observe, Jeremy thought and began looking carefully for a place a camera could go here. He found a small cupboard that contained the old fuse box. Not big enough to fit much, and covered in dust for disuse. Perfect. All he would have to do is make a small hole for the lens, start the camera before the lesson and then hurry out before the girls arrived. Just as he was thinking this, he heard a door slam shut!

Voices came down the corridor, and Jeremy realised he'd spent far too long in here! Panicking, he dashed through the first door he found and ended up in the towel room.

"Should be safe for the moment" Jeremy thought.

The towel room had long been disused. Pupils were expected to bring their own towels to cut costs, leaving the towel room a handy hiding place. Looking around further just in case, Jeremy spotted the air vent in the ceiling was not placed correctly and could probably be moved. Quickly scaling the empty shelves, Jeremy pushed the vent further and pulled himself through the gap, replacing the vent again after. Being a very old building, there wasn't a proper suspended ceiling. Instead, when an air-con system had been installed back in the 60s they had simply created a false ceiling. In a bid to bring in more revenue the air-con had been used to make the building useful in the evenings and summer. It was also perfect for Jeremy, now able to hide so long as he was careful.

Enough light filtered up through gaps in the false ceiling for Jeremy to take a look around. This floor stretched the whole width of the building, but lengthways there was a wall that Jeremy guessed must be the wall for the main hall. Plenty of space too here though so long as he didn't want to stand. Around 10 metres away was a whole network of pipes, heading down into the main floor.

"Water pipes. Oh! The showers of course." Jeremy thought after spotting them.

He shuffled over in that direction and sure enough could see through a gap straight into the girl's showers.

"This is too good to be true..."

Jeremy shuffled sideways a bit and found the changing rooms, knowing the showers wouldn't get used til later. Reaching carefully into his pocket, he carefully removed his other, smaller camera that he'd been intending to hide earlier. Finding a nice vantage point, he poked the lens through a gap and settled back to wait, and watch.

Another twenty minutes passed, until eventually the girls started streaming in from the coach outside. All very attractive, slim athletic girls with extremely pleasing figures, they filed in to the room and found a bench. Slowly peeling off their uniforms, they began to change clothes. They were all wearing the uniform of a local dance college, which was designed to be tight and flexible for dancing. A close fitting, tailored white blouse under a burgundy woollen blazer started the uniform, with a standard grey, pleated skirt below. Being older, these girls had stretched the rules and the skirts hung barely down to their smooth, well-defined thighs. Over-knee white stockings and heeled Mary Janes completed the outfits. Under was a different matter of course and Jeremy had a perfect view of more types of underwear than he thought existed.

These girls obviously enjoyed dressing up, and were wearing everything from cami-knickers to the tiniest of G-strings. Jeremy particularly loved the girls in French knickers, all beautiful lace and frills lovingly encasing those perfect bodies. The same situation was true on top. Basques, bodies, babydolls, bras, camisoles, silk and lace was all over.

Jeremy was in heaven; it was like his own perfect temple of bows and frilly undies. The girls stripped down further, leaving a room filled with completely naked hot, nubile teens rubbing moisturiser and talcum powder into their perfect, glowing skin. They then slipped into their leotards, all in identical burgundy before trotting off to practice. Jeremy switched off the camera and wondered what to do now. The girls wouldn't be back for an hour, and it was quite cramped up here. He shuffled back to the towel room vent and let himself back down. He was now on the other side of a door leading to a room filled with some of his most perfect fantasies... Hot girl's underwear.

Jeremy had pilfered a few items in the past to play with, but these were on a whole different scale. His hormones leading the way, Jeremy slipped through the door and into the chamber of wonders. Not knowing where to begin, he put his hand in the nearest bag and pulled out a silk camisole and matching pink cami-knickers. Running his hands through the material, he closed his eyes and dreamed of wearing them, and the rest of the school uniform, and playing with the cheerleaders in the shower.

Dropping the underwear back in the bag, he continued on going through all the bags. Knowing he wouldn't be able to take any of the underwear they had brought with them in case he got caught, he got the idea to have a look for clean underwear ready to wear after their showers. They would just assume they'd forgotten it, and hopefully not think too much of it. Searching the bags more thoroughly he found lots of interesting items including some vibrators! There were a few dildos, and even a little pile of love eggs in one bag. Jeremy made a mental note of those to check out the girl when she came back.

As for underwear, Jeremy picked out a pair of pink silk French knickers. He didn't want to take too much in case it was obvious, and was feeling conspicuous. Before he disappeared back up into the ceiling, on a whim he reached into a bag a pulled out the vibrator he had found earlier. It was the biggest of the three and looked well used. Bringing it up to his face, he breathed in deeply and could faintly smell the girl who had been using it. Pulling out her little thong too, he smelled the still damp crotch and got a strong scent of the girl. He then slipped the vibrator inside the knickers and took it in his mouth, sucking it down as far as he could. Closing his eyes again he dreamed the ballet dancer was fucking his mouth with a strap on, and he was one of the other girls. Licking the vibrator clean, he replaced them back in the bag and decided to leave.

Thanking his lucky stars he'd left the camera in the main hall running, he climbed back up in to the ceiling, shuffled over to his camera and waited for the girls to finish. He took the opportunity to slide off his trousers and underwear and pulled the beautiful silky, pretty and very frilly knickers he had purloined up over his cock. He then put his trousers back on so he didn't damage them, and contented himself by playing with his penis through the silky material.

Eventually the girls returned, and were eager to strip off their sweaty leotards and jump in the shower. No shyness from these gorgeous babes as they pulled their tight, shiny leotards off, grabbed a towel and headed to the showers. Jeremy followed, taking his camera with him, and continued to film the girls that had now started showering. He watched the water running down between their perfect breasts, down their tight torsos and between their legs. Girls facing the other way showed him their pert backsides as they bent down to pick up their shower gel. A few girls were messing around squirting each with their shower gel, long white streaks running down their perfect bodies like a bukkake party before being rubbed in and covering their smooth, silky wet skin in bubbles.

The girls spent a while in the showers cooling down from their practice, slippery hands stroking breasts, thighs, backsides, and ass, between their legs... Jeremy thought he was wrong earlier. This here must be heaven. Eventually the girls grabbed their towels and left, drying themselves off. Moving back to the changing rooms before the last shower was turned off, Jeremy got the camera ready again. He found the girl with the big vibrator, and also the one whose underwear he'd stolen. Making sure he got some close ups of them, he checked them out more closely.

The girl whose panties he was now wearing was a short, Japanese looking girl with black hair pulled into a ponytail. She was very pretty, but looked annoyed at not being able to find her clean knickers.

"Fuck," she said, "I forgot my clean pants."

"Or your boyfriend is wearing them!" another girl shouts back.

"Yeah yeah, at least my boyfriend could fit in my underwear!" she shouted, before pulling on her school knickers instead.

The girl with the big vibrator was a tall redhead, with a gym work out physique. She looked like she took her physical exercise seriously, and quite probably her sex too hence the thick, long vibrator. You certainly wouldn't argue with her in bed, she looked more than capable of putting you in your place and taking what she wanted.

The girls dried off and began pulling on their evening clothes. Even more frilly, pretty panties selected carefully to tease their boyfriends with lacy, push-up bras to tease everybody else. A few girls pulled on full basques, and got their friends to help tie them up, and then fasten their stockings. The sight of these fantastic angels pulling on black stockings, rolling them gently up their perfectly smooth legs before fastening the silk stocking tops to their beautifully embroidered and detailed basques was enough to send Jeremy almost over the edge.

The final moment came for him, literally, when he caught sight of a girl pulling a pair of knee-length black leather boots up her legs, 4" heels poking out from below. Jeremy came as she took hold of the heel in her fingers and stroked along it, like she was giving her boyfriend a handjob, before pushing the boot the rest of the way on to her foot.

The girls left soon after, and waiting a few minutes for safety, Jeremy let himself back down, picked up his camcorder and then disappeared back home.

Chapter 3

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Reviewing the tapes, Jeremy was extremely pleased. He had a good view of the changing room and shower video, but the main hall was just as good. A whole room full of pretty little 18-year-olds in leotards and over-knee socks was an amazing sight. The amount they could stretch their legs up was remarkable; their boyfriends were very lucky. Although knowing the way of the world, their boyfriends were also jock assholes who would happily cheat on these bounteous angels. Jeremy was happy to be this close to the girls, and spent much of the night reviewing the tapes over and over. He took a particular interest in the tall redhead, who had one of the most incredibly pert and round backsides he'd ever seen. Tightly hugged in her leotard and then bent over, she became his desktop wallpaper.




Madame Jenoix



This continued for quite a while. Jeremy continued to film the ballet and cheerleader groups and slowly built up a little collection of clothes that he kept in the gym. Each time he went now, he would dress up in a pair of blue, slightly too tight, gym knickers and a silk blouse, before pulling on a school blazer and skirt. These two he had been lucky enough to obtain after one of the girls had an accident, and wet herself in the bathroom. Nobody but the girl knew, she thought, not counting on the camera Jeremy had hidden there to watch the girls peeing and sometimes playing with themselves. She had hidden the sodden skirt, blazer and blouse behind some pipes and then left, presumably intending to pick them up the following week. They were removed far sooner though, with Jeremy enjoying her still piss-wet clothes that evening.

He also wore a pair of old over knee socks that had a run in and been thrown away. He loved all the clothes he had procured, only still wanting a leotard but these were always being worn or too many people were present.

One day however, Jeremy was watching the ballet as per normal during games. Fully dressed in his mismatched uniform, he was jerking off looking through the gap in the cupboard door when a shadow fell over it. Leaning back a little, he realised somebody was stood on the other side! Before he had a chance to move anywhere, the door opened and he was revealed, cock still in hand and a pair of knickers in his mouth to Madame Jenoix. His mouth fell open, causing the knickers to fall out. Madame looked slightly startled, and then amused.

She didn't say a word, but closed the door slightly, checking nobody else had noticed and then said "Don't go anywhere, stay exactly as you are, and I will deal with you after the lesson. Don't forget those panties in your mouth." she smiled and then left, closing the door behind her.

What to do? Madame Jenoix knew Jeremy and would have recognised him. He had spent a lot of time staring at her legs, stiletto shoes and dresses in the past, and frequently caught by her eagle eyes. She had never said anything, merely smiled and teased him, often letting her shoe dangle off her toes and swinging it back and forth towards him. She would then take her time sliding it on and off her foot before finally inserting her foot fully in.

There was no doubt she had recognised him. No point leaving then. Should he get changed? She had specifically stated he shouldn't, and should put the dirty panties back in his mouth. He did so, although his mouth had now gone dry, and tried to play with himself unsuccessfully. Can't even get an erection now, he thought, thinking back to all the times around Madame he'd be desperate to lose one.

Twenty minutes later the lesson ended and the girls left. It was the last lesson of the day, so there wouldn't be anyone in here anymore today. After a while Madame Jenoix walked back in, now wearing what looked like her regular school teaching uniform instead of the ballet leotard she had been wearing earlier.

She was much taller than Jeremy anyway, but with her ponytail flowing high out of her head and the eye wateringly sexy Jimmy Choo's she was wearing she towered over him as she opened the cupboard door again.

Her long, tight skirt did nothing to hide her slender and ballet toned body, and she had left off her normal blazer in favour of her body-hugging leotard. Her nipples could be seen quite clearly through the top, and it showed off her breasts as though the leotard wasn't there.

"Well well. Jeremy isn't it. I knew you had a crush on me, but this is silly. Why don't you come on out of there?"

She opened both doors wide to let him out and noticed the camcorder.

"And recording the memories for posterity, how touching. I think I'll borrow this and see what you like so much later."

Jeremy went to stand, causing Madame Jenoix to rebuke him, "No no, on your knees is quite acceptable. Crawl to me."

Dropping back on to his knees, he shuffled forwards towards Madame, panties still in his mouth.

"Well aren't you a pretty little thing Jeremy, or should I call you Jenny? Yes I think I should. But oh dear Jenny, that uniform you are wearing is a disgrace. I shall have to punish you for that, but for now let us get you dressed properly. Follow me to my office, and stay on your knees. Eyes on my heels, but I probably don't know to tell you that, do I, you little pervert?"

Madame walked slowly toward her office, and Jeremy followed behind on his hands and knees, watching Madame's tall, stiletto thin heels tapping along along the wooden floor. He hadn't managed to get a pair of shoes yet, and was still dreaming of Madame's shoes when suddenly she stopped dead, and he bumped straight into her! His face, still stuffed with panties, pushed up against her long, taught legs and he felt her stockings rub against him. The feeling was electric, and he was suddenly reminded of his predicament.

"Now now Jenny, plenty of time for that later. We have to punish you first. You can walk the rest of the way, but keep your eyes down. Focus only on my shoes, legs and ass. I'm sure you can manage that."

She ran her hands over her tight skirt and down her stockinged legs causing Jenny's breath to stop until she reached her ankles and stopped, ass pushed up in the air with her legs spread. Giggling while she straightened up, Madame walked forwards again into her office and sat down on the edge of her desk facing Jenny.

"Kneel." Madame stated, and Jenny quickly complied, kneeling in front of her legs. Keeping to the earlier rule he kept his eyes on her legs, which were now less than a foot away from his face. She lifted up one foot, popped her stiletto off so it was just hanging on her toes and held it up in front of Jenny's face. The heel was barely an inch from his face, and he whimpered slightly, aroused and ashamed beyond belief. The object of his desire, right here in front of him, teasing him in the most cruel way, and she knew his humiliating crossdressing secret.

"You like shoes, don't you Jenny? And stockings too I imagine. Do you like it when I run my fingernails down them, does that make your little peepee get hard? I'm sure it does, you can't take your eyes off me in class, how sweet you want to come to my other classes too. Especially my ballet class."

Madame lowered her foot again, pushing the shoe back on to her feet. She then lifted her other foot, and placed the heel and sole of the shoe on Jenny's chest, pushing lightly.

"Do you like my ballet outfit or my teachers outfit more I wonder. A tight little leotard and over knee socks versus my stockings, heels and tight, stern dress. Such a difficult choice for a horny little girl like you. But as I said earlier, I can't have you in that disgraceful, ruined uniform. What would people think? One of our prettiest girls dressed like that. Why don't you take off all those clothes for me, and drop them on my desk next to me here."

She patted a space next to her, "Oh but I don't want you talking so keep those panties in your mouth."

Jenny quickly stripped down to her knickers, and folded the clothes neatly into a pile on the desk.

"Now now, when I tell one of my pretty, sexy little girls to strip I expect her to strip all the way. I want to see your hot, wet little pussy too. Shame about your lack of cleavage, maybe I can help with that later."

Jenny, face down and burning red, lowered his knickers as well and dropped them on the pile.

"That's better Jenny, be a good girl for me and this could be enjoyable for both of us. Now, what are these clothes you've been wearing? These knickers belong to Samantha in my senior class. And this uniform label says that they are Wendy's from another class. What's that smell? Did you piss in these sissy? Did you wet yourself?"

Jenny shakes her head vigorously. "Oh dear oh dear, wetting yourself in uniform. What a pathetic creature you are. These socks... Look familiar. Yes, they're mine. I threw them out a few weeks ago. How precious, you found my cast offs and wanted to wear them and be just like me. I guess that means the other girls didn't give you their clothes either did they? Not surprising, you are far too girly for them to be interested in you. Luckily for you though, I am interested in girls, even ones with no breasts and an oversized clit like you. Why don't you stroke your little clit for me? I want to watch you stroke your pussy."

Jenny reached down to what Madame had called her clitty and took hold of it, slowly stroking whilst still staring at Madame's legs. She lifted her foot again, and slid the toe under Jenny's balls, pushing back and forth gently against her as she played with herself.

The soft leather of Madame's high heels felt wonderful, and the sight of her long, slender stocking-clad legs quickly brought Jenny to excitement, panting and tugging on her clit quickly. Waiting for her to almost finish, Madame said "Stop!", swinging her foot back before kicking Jenny squarely between the legs.

Jenny squealed loudly, stars in her eyes, and rolled over clutching herself.

"I said you were to be punished, not pleasured little slut. Now back up on your feet and let's get you dressed properly."

Jenny struggled back up and stood once more in front of Madame Jenoix.

"Good, well behaved girl." she said to Jenny.

"I don't often get to watch my girls play with themselves, rubbing their little clitties hard until they orgasm for me. I do so love watching my ballet girls fingering themselves, all the time with their eyes on me. Sometimes I use my shoes on them too, I love their slick juices on my toes as I slide them in and out of their tight little pussies. I've never been able to work out if I prefer the girls that willingly come to me, or the ones that I force into it. Both are fun in their own way, and the forced ones will do so much more for me."

Madame's nipples had grown large and dark under her tight blouse, and she gently played with herself, looking at my slender body.

"Practically no hair, that's convenient. But still a little too much for my liking, especially here."

She ran her leg, from knee to ankle up between Jenny's legs causing her to shiver with pleasure once again.

"Shower time I think, come along."

Madame fished something out of her desk, and then left the office with Jenny following behind, hands over her privates. She was gently rebuked.

"Hands at your sides, sissy. I like my girls on display at all times. And are you looking at my backside like I told you? Imagining what 25 years of ballet would do to my 30-year-old backside? Good. Here we are, step inside."

They had reached the shower room, where Jenny had hidden his camera in the ceiling. He had gone shopping a couple weeks ago and bought some new video cameras, security type ones which activated on movement. He'd been able to get much more footage now he didn't have to be there in person. Of course, it also meant his current predicament was being caught on camera.

"Now then, you'll probably enjoy this Jenny. Face the wall, hands above your head, and spread those legs for me. I bet you've wanted me to spread your legs for some time. That's a good girl."

Jenny did as she was told, feeling a little chilly up against the cold wall. Her nipples perked up as she accidentally rubbed them up against the wall.

"Now hold still, this might be a little cold." Madame said, pulling on a pair of latex gloves before squeezing a hand full of gel out in to them. She then reached between her legs and rubbed into her privates, covering her little scrotum in cream and causing her to moan in pleasure again.

"See, that isn't so bad is it? Be a good girl and we can have so much fun together."

Pulling her fingers back a bit she covered Jenny's ass crack as well before heading down and ran her creamy hands over Jenny's legs. That done, she pumped out some more gel and then put her hands around Jenny's waist causing her to take a deep breath at the sudden contact. Madame lovingly stroked her hands up over Jenny's chest rubbing her cream and latex covered hands all over, and spending a lot of time playing with her nipples. Jenny was in ecstasy now, feeling her nipples being pulled and stroked was so much pleasure. Madame smiled, knowing Jenny wouldn't be able to resist anything else that she demanded.

Finishing with the cream, Jenny was now covered in the white goo everywhere that might have hidden hair.

"Good girl Jenny, now wait there for me. I'll go and find you something to wear."

Still stood facing the wall, Jenny felt like a naughty girl with her hands still on her head. Her clitty was now fully engorged and her nipples still tingled with excitement from Madame Jenoix's touch. After five or so minutes, Madame returned to find Jenny still stood in the same place.

"You are a well behaved sissy aren't you? You make me so happy. Now let's take care of all that ugly boy hair so you can be a lovely pretty girl like me."

Turning on the shower above Jenny, Madame quickly washed all the cream off, ordering Jenny around as she went.

It never hurts to get your girls used to following orders, as she knew from her teaching.

Finished with the shower, she stood back to take a better look at her new toy.

"Mmm, what a lovely, perfectly smooth girly body you have now. So much better. You are going to be such a perfect little girl for me aren't you? I'll make sure you get lots of playtime with me and I'll turn you into a lovely little sissy girl. Do you only like girls, or do you like boys too? I wonder. Well we can find out about that later. Dry yourself off with this towel and we'll put some clothes on you before you catch a chill."

Jenny followed after Madame, towelling herself dry and revelling in the soft towel against her smooth, hairless body. It felt wonderful, and she thought about what it might feel like to have silky underwear or a pair of stockings against her skin now. Finishing with the towel before she got back to the office, Jenny adjusted the panties that were still in her mouth.

"Oops, naughty miss I am, I'd forgotten all about those panties in your mouth. Let's take those out shall we? Now you are a girl I have to treat you like a girl, not a naughty boy who needs punishing and humiliating."

Madame pushed her red painted nails and fingers deep into Jenny's mouth, forcing the panties further in, before whipping them out quickly, leaving Jenny dry mouthed and running her tongue round her mouth.

Madame Jenoix reached over her desk bending fully down and wiggling her backside toward Jenny, who got a tiny glimpse of Madame's stocking tops as she stretched. She opened a drawer, and fished about in it, then said "Make me happy and turn around like a good sissy, I want your eyes closed as well."

Jenny did as she was told, turning about to face the door again before closing her eyes. She felt Madame approach from behind and felt Madame press her body up against Jenny's smooth, super sensitive body. She gasped slightly, feeling Madame take Jenny's nipples between her long painted fingernails and pinching them lightly, just enough to cause a whimper before running her nails down Jenny's naked body. The sissy writhed around under Madame's touch, panting at the pleasure as she was teased.

Whispering quietly, letting her breath play down Jenny's neck, Madame said "Open your mouth for me, nice and wide. I've got a present for you, for being such a well behaved, pretty little girl."

Jenny quickly did what she was told and opened her mouth wide for Madame.

"Thank you Jenny, such sweet surrender makes me very pleased. And very wet."

Running her hand back up Jenny's body, flicking her nipple as she went, she stroked up the little girls neck before moving her hand away.

"Hold still." Madame whispered, letting her tongue slide between her red lips to touch Jenny's neck, causing a shudder and another whimper.

Knowing this was a vital moment of submission for Jenny, Madame wanted to make sure she was as sensitive and aroused as could be. Stroking up the inside of Jenny's leg with her foot, she felt the girl's sissy clit throbbing hard through her stockinged knee and knew the time was right.

She brought her hands together in front of Jenny, slid the penis gag sharply into her mouth, then sliding her hands quickly along the leather straps to the fastening. Pulling it tight and forcing the long, very hard dildo into Jenny's mouth, Madame quickly buckled the straps and adjusted the positioning to make it more comfortable.

Jenny looked startled, but managed to keep her arms by her side even as the big black cock invaded her mouth. Her eyes flickered open, but she closed them again quickly, not wanting to upset Madame.

"You make me so happy; I love well-behaved little sluts. I have so much I'd like to do with you. And if you work hard enough for me, I won't have to tell the Headmistress about your little perverted peeping. Now that I know you'll be nice and quiet for me, let's get you dressed shall we?"

Turning Jenny round by the shoulders, Madame smiled warmly at her before planting a big kiss on Jenny's cheek.

"Aren't you delightful? No wonder the girls laugh at you and the boys pick on you. The girls are probably jealous of your lovely feminine body. And the boys probably fancy you, with your lovely long hair and pretty face. I bet you've imagined what it would be like with a boy, you dressed like a tramp and him with his cock in your mouth like that gag."

Jenny blushed again; it was one of her favourite fantasies when wearing her stolen panties.

"I thought so. Well let's get you dressed and then you can enjoy that big dick in your mouth even more. Lift your foot and I'll pull these up on to you."

Jenny did as instructed, and Madame took a pair of really pretty, frilly pink French knickers from her desk. They had bows all along the hem and frilly lace around the legs and were quite the most delightful panties she'd ever seen.

Bending down to pull the frillies up Jenny's leg, Madame brought her face level with the sissy's boy bits. Seeing how turned on Jenny was made Madame moisten in her own, very pretty panties. She made a point of blowing warm air across Jenny's sissy clit, before sliding the silken drawers up her smooth, super sensitive legs.

Jenny squirmed and wiggled at the feeling, making Madame smile. Nestling the frillies up around Jenny's waist, the teacher had to tuck the little penis quite firmly inside, where it still insisted on poking out happily. Unable to resist giving it one more stroke through the silk, Madame heard Jenny make a little, high-pitched whinny like squeal. Madame smirked at her near complete control over her new charge, and reached for the next item of clothing.

"Now this is lovely isn't it Jenny?" Madame asked, holding up a pale, soft pink basque. It was obviously quite expensive and possibly designer. The lace work and embroidery was exquisite, and Jenny felt it belonged on a beautiful model, not her plain frame. Small red hearts, tastefully sewn along the edges, framed an inner partition with dozens of frills sewn down it. It is, if anything, even more pretty and girly than the panties.

Jenny eagerly helped Madame to dress her, and then lifted up each leg in turn to allow her to slowly roll a pair of pink stockings up Jenny's legs. The feeling was just as Jenny had imagined, she closed her eyes and enjoyed every moment of pleasure from the smooth nylons.

"You might be wondering where these clothes came from, sissy." Madame remarked as she ran her fingers and hands up and down Jenny's legs, ostensibly straightening the stockings.

"The panties are a spare pair of mine, I keep a spare pair here just in case the sight of all those delicious young girls dancing around and playing with each other makes my knickers too wet to wear any more that day. So I come back here, play with myself til I cum and then get changed. The stockings are just a spare of ballet stockings in case a girl forgets hers. Those were worn just today by one of the girls you had been spying on. The basque, well that was a present that I bought for a girl a couple years ago. She had been my lover for a little while, and I bought her that to wear for me while she gently lapped at my pussy for hour after wonderful hour. But now you get to wear it today, a privilege I don't offer lightly."




Madame Jenoix



Now the underwear was in place, Madame Jenoix picked up a skirt from the desk. It was a standard school uniform skirt, grey and pleated. Jenny stepped in to the offered garment and soon her panties were covered up. Next were the uniform top, tight lacy blouse, tie and blazer.

Chapter 4

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Madame Jenoix stood back to appreciate the view, and made a fuss of straightening Jenny's clothes. "So pretty. You really are a delight. But let's give you a little make up before we go any further, and I intend to go much further with you. Come and sit down for me."

Jenny followed Madame around the desk, and perched on the offered chair.

"We'll have to remove this I'm afraid, don't worry, you'll get a cock back in there later I'm sure." said Madame, as she gently unbuckled the gag and slid the dildo out of Jenny's mouth.

She found her make up bag, and got to work. Nails, lips and eyes were all made up to the best of Madame's ability, and Jenny practically glowed with excitement at her new look.

Lips glossy and plump, eyes dark and sultry, nails red and slutty, Jenny looked every inch the naughty schoolgirl. Out on the town and looking for some action, that was the look she now had. Madame was feeling rather naughty too now; Jeremy had suddenly become quite the minx as Jenny.

"One last thing to complete you," Madame said, gently inserting Jenny's pink stockinged toes into a pair of red heels.

Not as high as Madame's, that would require practice, but a pair of pretty, red patent leather shoes with a 2" heel.

"Now that I've done so much for you it's about time you do something for me. Kneel."

Jenny quickly obeyed and looked up expectantly into Madame's eyes. She slowly pushed her feet apart, spreading her legs, while lifting the heavy material of her skirt. Jenny felt her nipples tingle again at the gradually building expectation as Madame's stocking tops, and then panties came into view.

Inch after inch of lace frills, then a hem of deep red, blending into a lighter and very sexy bright red. Bows of pink satin appeared, dotted around the top of the frilled top hem completed the wondrous sight. Jenny made a very slight whimpering noise at the beauty and was guided, face down into the frills. Madame Jenoix had obviously been very aroused for some time, and this had made her panties quite patently wet, a large moist patch glistening under the lucky sissy's face.

Madame was keen to prolong both their excitement, and held her quivering girl there for some time, able to do nothing but breathe in the musky aroma of her Madame's passion. Jenny poked out her tongue slightly, and lapped gently at the dark pink patch, revelling in her first glorious taste. She tasted again and again, ever more eager to enjoy all of her Madame's lust for this pretty young girl. Knowing that she been the cause of the ever widening moistness in Madame's underwear made it all the more exciting, Jenny's eyes widening as she saw her teachers fingers reaching down to her crotch again.

Placing one finger under Jenny's tongue and gently lifting, tongue still pleasantly active, Madame used her other hand to pull the crotch of her panties across to the side. Sissy Jenny finally got to see her first real pussy, in the most fantastic and incredible of ways.

Madame continued to hold the girl away, burning for her tongue but wanting to tease her, taunt her, and control her. She kept her panties pulled across with one finger, used another two to gently separate her lips, and the fourth to slide, glacially slow, inside her well lubricated and almost steaming hot pussy.

She slid her finger inside, watching Jenny's delighted face, then moved her finger deeper.

"Have you ever seen a girl like this before?" she asked.

Jenny shook her head, never having been intimate with anyone.

"I haven't even kissed a girl before."

Madame felt sorry for the sissy, it was obvious she was completely inexperienced. That would soon change. Noting that Jenny was completed mesmerised by Madame's probing digit, gliding wetly in and out of her dripping pussy, she decided some interrogation might be possible.

"Have you been spying on pretty girls long?" - Jenny's head shook gently, pretty hair flowing around her face.

"Have you known you were a sissy and been dressing up for long?" - the tiniest of nods this time, rewarded by Madame removing her pussy covered finger and pushing it into sissy's mouth instead.

"Do you enjoy being a girl?" - a more obvious nod this time, Jenny's mouth sucking on her teacher's finger while licking at it with her tongue.

"You make a very pretty girl; you look so sexy. I like it when sexy girls kiss me. Would you like to kiss me?" - a vigorous nod this time, eyes finally breaking away from Madame's most intimate place and looking into her eyes, almost begging.

"That's wonderful, I can't wait to kiss those ruby red lips. Forcing my tongue into your mouth, being your first experience, all so perfect. I've been pleasured by many young girls here, so many over the years. Some wanted me for my body, some feel desperately in love, some I forced into performing for me, some were looking for a way to fix their grades. But, of all these girls, you are my first virgin. I shall treasure and enjoy you. Now another question, you might not have kissed a girl, but have you ever played with another boy? Maybe just for fun, licking his cock or running your soft hands up and down his stiff penis until he came for you, his hot white cum shooting up and splashing your eager face. Then running down, dripping on to your fingers, where you take a sneaky lick from when he's not looking, enjoying the taste of his manhood. Have you done that?"

Jenny, still looking adoringly at Madame, had begun to blush again while she spoke. By the time Madame asked her question, Jenny had taken the finger deeper into her mouth, and was trying to hide her flushed, red face in Madame's frillies panties.

"Oh it's okay sissy, I don't mind if you've played with other boys before. So long as I'm the first to have your tongue in my pussy, and the first to watch a man force his big hard cock up your tight, creamy virgin ass."

Jenny whimpered again, finally breaking his line of sight with Madame and buried his face in her lap.

"There there," Madame cooed, stroking her long soft hair, "Its okay, I'll be there with you, holding your hand, your face in my pussy just like now; lapping away. I'll hold you tightly, your pretty little body quivering against me in whatever pretty dress I pick out for you. Then your first man will push you to your knees, slowly lift up your dress and then slide your panties aside, exposing your precious little sissy pussy. I will have made sure your pussy was nice and wet for him beforehand, inserting my latex gloved fingers, covered in slippery lube, up inside you while you tell me how much you love me. Then he'll take his rigid, throbbing cock which you would have just kissed and licked to perfection like a good girl, and gently but firmly enter you for the first time. You'll probably squeal, and it will hurt, but we will hold you down, and I'll watch as he fucks you, faster and faster, harder and harder, making you scream with pain and pleasure, raping your too small hole before finally giving you his gift. A wonderful big load of his juicy, gooey man cum shooting deep up inside you like an enema. Then, after he's done he'll pull out and you will clean his cock for him, licking up all the cum like any pretty little pink princess would."

Jenny was still buried in Madame's lap, hiding amongst the frills and between her stocking tops. Madame Jenoix could see her quivering, whether in fear or excitement didn't really matter. Jenny was going to do all those things whether she wanted to or not.

"But that's for another time, nothing to bother your pretty little head about. Talking of head, it's about time you gave me some. Let me show you how. Head up, just there, perfect, now tongue out and place it just *ah* there. Now just gently lap there like a kitten with a bowl of milk. And don't stop until I tell you to move."

Jenny eagerly licked at her soft, warm and wet pussy, having been shown where Madame's clitoris was. Her first taste of a girl, and what a girl! His beautiful ballet teacher had become her beautiful and kinky sex teacher. She did her best not to think of the promises of anal rape, and instead concentrated on the little bud of Madame's joy. Her tongue was being well exercised, Madame making soft, moaning noises as her new pet pleasured her.

After a while, she guided Jenny's mouth down a little, nose nestling gently against the outside lips of her clit and tongue pushed smoothly downwards to Madame's pussy. Teacher and pupil settled down, Madame watching Jenny's pretty hair as she bobbed up and down licking lovingly at her pussy.

This lasted for some time, until Madame reached her third orgasm at the young boygirls touch.

"That's enough my little flower," Madame told Jenny, "now it's time for me to return the favour."

Jenny lifted her head, looking a little disappointed at being stopped. She thought this had been her reward all along! Wondering what could be in store for her, she sat back on her knees facing Madame.

"What pleasure should I inflict on my beautiful, pretty, slutty and very well behaved girlfriend? What delicious treat is in store for you? Well unfortunately for you it won't be involving this."

Madame pulled back her leg, then slid it forwards and up in between the sissy's legs. She poked her leather, stilettoed shoes up inside Jenny's skirt and ran the toe along her panties, then pushed the sole of her shoe back along her sissy clit, back and forth causing Jenny to squirm and squeal in delight.

"No I'm afraid this won't be getting to squirt your sissy juice with me tonight. Maybe one day I'll let you rub it against my shoe until you make your special cream all over them, before you lick it all up like a good girl. But no, not that tonight. You are going to be my little sissy princess in uniform all evening for me, and princesses don't make cream out of their clitties. No I have a much better idea. Pop yourself up and sit on the desk for me."

Jenny promptly followed instructions and let Madame fuss about her again, straightening her stockings, puffing out her skirt, tidying her blouse before finally fixing her make up.

While touching up Jenny's lip gloss, she said "There, can't have you looking like a cheap whore who has just been fucked in a run down motel can we? You aren't some slutty hooker, drinking cum for five bucks a shot. No, you are my perfect little prim princess, when you take some mans hot jism in your ass, face and mouth you are going to look impeccable. And you'll make a lot more than five dollars a go."

Smoothing out Jenny's eye shadow before reapplying some fresh make up, she said "but I do keep getting carried away with your bright future. Let's concentrate on here and now. Your attentive tongue deserves a reward, so I'll let you worship me with it. I know you'll enjoy that, I've been teasing you with my shoes for a few years now, I can always spot the boys with shoe and stocking fetishes. I love the way the tiniest little dance of dangling my heels from my toe, or running my long, bright red painted nails down my stockings can make your panties grow. Such fun sport. So down you get, I want my shoes so clean you could eat your dinner from them. Hmm, that could be fun... Oh, wait, stay there, I have a better idea. You'll just have to wait to worship my shoes. I do have a little present for you, it's a surprise though so you'll have to wear this."

Madame took a pair of black panties and put them over Jenny's head and eyes, before taking some more spare stockings and tying them around to make a blindfold.

"And to make sure you don't interfere," Madame walked behind her schoolgirl and took her hands before tying them firmly to the desk. Returning to the front, she spread Jenny's legs apart, lifting her shiny red heels and tying these tightly in place to opposite desk legs.

Forcing the large penis gag back in to Jenny's mouth, she said "I think you'd look good in petticoats, pretty one. I'll have to find some for you. Big, frilly, lacey petticoats with lots and lots of layers to push out your skirt. It makes it easier for everyone to see your stocking tops, and when you bend over everyone will be able to your beautiful frilly panties. Definitely you should be in petticoats. Oh what fun for you! It will be your first petticoating! Perhaps a corsetting too, give you more of a girly figure than you already have."

All the while she was talking, Madame had been stroking Jenny's legs and caressing her fingers gently over the bulge in her frilly French knickers.

Reaching inside, Madame pulled out Jenny's sissy clitty, which had been straining against the tight French lace. Running a fingernail down the base caused Jenny to jump sharply on the desk, squealing and mewing at the suddenness of the pleasure.

Madame smiled, enjoying the affect she had on the boy, as she always enjoyed the affect she had on boys. Sissifying and controlling them like Jenny made it so much more fun though.

"Are you ready for my present? Legs spread and exposed like the whore that you are? Good."

Madame said as Jenny nodded vigorously, obviously hoping Madame had forgotten her earlier statement about not playing with her clitty.

Removing a keyring from her pocket, she unlocked and opened the bottom drawer in her desk. Pushing her various dildos, vibrators, butt plugs and other sex toys out of the way, she found what she wanted at the back of the drawer.

Retrieving it, Madame made a few adjustments before taking hold once more of Jenny's throbbing clit.

"Now hold still." she said, sliding the cage over his cock and balls.

She adjusted it some more to fit perfectly around him, then slid the metal bars into place and clicked the lock shut.

"There you go sissy, my little present to you. Do you know what it is?"

Jenny shook her head, obviously confused and frustrated at the lack of any attention to her now fully encaged penis.

"Well let me show you." she said, untying the stockings from around her head and then pulling off the panties obscuring her view.

"Look! Aren't you lucky! I've given you my very own clitty cage. It keeps your private bits nice and safe, and will be a constant reminder that you are my property now. It is even engraved, look it says here along the top, 'This Sissy is property of Madame J'. You are a very lucky girl being my property. But that has some responsibilities attached. Like you have to keep pure and not play with yourself. You belong to me now, and only I am allowed to milk your sissy cream from you. You'll still be able to go tinkle and shower of course; I'm not a cruel mistress. Now back on with your blindfold and let's get you into position for the next game."

Madame untied one ankle and one wrist, flipped the Sissy around and tied her up again, this time bent over the desk face down, with her cute little panties up in the air after Madame gently lifted the hem of Jenny's dress up. Madame leaned over her, wrapping her arms around the quivering girl and stroking her gently, slowly reaching one hand to play with a nipple, while the other hand moved up to stroke Jenny's neck.

She kissed her softly and whispered into the Sissy's ear. "Just stay there, sexy. I've got a special treat for my perfect little princess, just the thing."

With one final squeal caused by a vicious pinch of a nipple, Madame Jenoix stood back up and reached back into her drawer, retrieving one of her favourite toys, a strap-on dildo. It wasn't quite the biggest in her collection, but it was still nice and thick and long, certainly big enough to take this little slut she thought.

She stepped in to the harness and lifted it up, pulling the straps tight around her perfectly formed backside before adjusting the dildo so it sat nicely, hard up against her happily purring pussy.

She bent down again to Jenny's ear. "Now just take a deep breath and relax. This is my special present for you, I'm going to treat you the same way I do all my girls so I hope you enjoy this as much as I will. Remember, make sure you relax."

As Madame was talking she slowly pulled down the tight little panties hiding Jenny's pussy, pulling them down as far as her outstretched legs would let them go. She then got a large metal pump, and pushed the nozzle deep inside Jenny's now wriggling anus, at least three inches in, before pushing on the handle and depositing a large load of slippery lube up inside her.

Jenny squealed again around her gag, shaking her rump as Madame slowly pulled it back out again, still pushing the handle in to fill Jenny with even more of the lube all along her tight pussy hole. Another generous dollop on the dildo, a good stroke to cover it, and she was ready to take this scared, quivering little girl's virginity.

Maybe not in the way Jenny would like, but definitely in a way that Madame would enjoy the most. She pressed the end of her plastic cock up against Jenny's puckered hole and began to push her slippery, gooey member slowly forward, entering inch by thickening inch, stretching her ass-pussy to the accompaniment of an equally gradually increasing squeal from Jenny.

She could do nothing though to stop the thick cock entering her, which even with the lubrication was still hard and painful, and squealed louder and louder, causing Madame to smile, loving the feeling of violating this little slut.

The base of the dildo pushed hard against her pussy and clit, which she enjoyed as she pushed another inch or so, before pulling out and ramming it back in again, causing more squeals from Jenny. She thrust her cock harder and deeper each time, the rougher the better, getting lost in the feelings in her pussy as Jenny writhed around, squealing as loud as she could around the huge gag in her mouth.

Eventually Madame Jenoix's cock was fully buried in the Sissy's ass-pussy, at which she stopped, much to the relief of Jenny. Reaching up once more, Madame held Jenny tightly to her, gently wiggling her hips to keep up the feeling in her pussy as she played with Jenny's nipples again, causing her to moan in pleasure and arousal with the cock still buried deep in her ass. Jenny's squeals soon turned pleasurable again, and Madame took this as her cue to start fucking her in earnest. She pulled out the whole way before ramming her giant penis hard back in, taking the little sissy all the way before fucking her over and over again, Jenny's sissy pussy stretched to accept her anal invader as she squealed in delight at the hard fucking.

"Take it you little slut, take my big, hard cock in your pussy. Squeal for me, I love listening to my little faggot whores as they hurt for me. I'm going to fuck you hard now so I can get some pleasure out of this too, nobody likes a selfish bitch."

Madame fucked Jenny roughly for some time, enjoying the feeling as the dildo bumped up against her pussy every time she took the sissy to the hilt of her cock. Finally satisfied and feeling happy, she slowed down and then pulled out the dildo.

"Well, I'm done with you now. I've had my fun for the day, it's time to go home and fuck myself silly with my vibrators and dildos while I think of my pretty little girl straining against her cage all night thinking of me. Oh, I'm feeling quite flushed already, maybe I'll pop some love eggs in for the drive home. Your clothes I assume are back in your grubby little cupboard and your disgraceful uniform is in the shower room. I suggest you take it, your new uniform and yourself home. You might want to deal with your make-up too, I'm sure your friends and family wouldn't be too happy about you turning up like a painted Jezebel. You will be in your cupboard again after my next evening lesson, waiting for me in your new uniform. I will leave your gag, a wooden chair, and hand and ankle cuffs for you to restrain yourself with. I'll expect you to be tied fast to the chair and gagged waiting. If not, you will be restrained and left in your schoolgirl's uniform in the middle of the hall over night for the cheerleaders to find you."




Madame Madeline



She closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply and feeling her breath flow through her body, grounding herself and bringing her conscious mind to full attention. When she opened them again he was kneeling at her feet, his alabaster skin was so perfect, and her Nubian colored hand reached down and stroked his cheek. She smiled at both the feel and the contrasts of their different flesh tones. "Tonight, and only tonight, you are mine. You will address me as Madame Madeline, or simply 'Madame', not 'Miss', not 'Ma'am' and most certainly not 'Mistress'. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Madame Madeline" he spoke, already a little breathless with anticipation as his eyes drank her in appreciatively. She wore a purple and black starry night corset with an obsidian colored rabbit fur skirt and calf-length black leather boots with heels. 

"We have spoken about what it is that you need, and I am going to tan your ass scarlet tonight with my hand, my hairbrush, and my belt. I am going to check in with you sometimes and I want you to be honest about how you are feeling. Understood?"

"Yes Madame Madeline," he responded respectfully.

"Good boy," she purred as she pulled out a pair of black leather gloves from her toy bag. "I am going to spank you while wearing these, don't want me hurting my hands at all do we?" 

"No Madame," he replied quickly. She smiled and slid the gloves slowly on, keeping eye contact with him the entire time, as if to say 'you know what is coming'. He gave a small pleasant shiver. She walked over to a small couch in the living room of her apartment and sat down, gesturing to him. He started to walk over but she clicked her tongue disapprovingly. 

"On your knees, boy," she said in a low, commanding tone and he winced and immediately corrected himself, crawling to her on all fours, his member already visibly swollen with desire. She smiled at this and as he knelt before her, she offered him the back of her hand and he planted an apologetic kiss, letting his lips brush and linger on the cool leather for a moment. She reached down and took his member in her hand, stroking and teasing it until he elicited a little moan of pleasure. She took his chin in her hand and forced his sea green eyes to meet her maple brown ones. "Tell me what you want," she said softly. 

A small blush rose on his cheeks and his voice was low and hoarse with arousal as he replied, "Please Madame Madeline, I've been feeling very naughty lately and I need a very thorough spanking to feel like a good boy again..." 

"Tell me that you want me to put you over my knees and teach you what it means to be a good boy." 

"Please, Madame," he implored, her hand still holding his chin firmly but gently, "Please put me over your knees and teach me how to be a good boy." She pulled her skirt up slightly so that none of his juices would stain it and stood him up, guiding him gently over her lap, careful not to harm his erection. Placing one hand gently on the small of his back, she raised the other one, landing it with a small, firm, smack! on his left cheek. A small light pink hand print appeared and she smiled, raising her hand and bringing it down again on his right cheek. He jerked slightly and she moved her hand that rested on his back and wrapped it around his waist, to keep him from losing his balance. She proceeded to develop a rhythm, counting the seconds in her head and spanking him every other one. Smack. Pause. Smack! Pause. SMACK! Pause. He started squirming as she slowly picked up the intensity of the spanking, spanking him up to three times in a single second. Smack, smack, SMACK! Pause. Smack, smack, SMACK! His ass had become a lovely shade of somewhere between red and pink. He reached his hand back reflexively and she pinned it down without missing a beat. She stopped when she heard him start to whimper. She removed her glove from the hand she was using to spank him and started to massage and rub the flesh, which was pleasantly warm and a nice shade of pink. 

"Are you starting to understand what it means to be a good boy?" she spoke in low alto tone. 

"Yes, Madame," he whispered. 

"Good, we are going to move on to my hairbrush now, go and fetch it off of my dresser in my bedroom, I'm going to count to ten and I want you back here on your knees with the hairbrush offered up to me and ask me to further your education on what it means to be a good boy. Understand?" 

"Yes, Ma'am---Madame," he quickly tried to correct himself but she gave him a look that said she hadn't missed the slip up. 

"Apparently I still have much to teach you. You have five seconds now. Go." He scurried to obey, quickly running to her bedroom, hearing her start the count as he left the room. "One...two..." He was at her feet right as she proclaimed five. "Good boy. Now, first we are going to teach you what my proper address is, that you remember it for future reference. I want you to give me a full apologize and then ask me for my forgiveness through your correction, and I want you to look me in the eye both when apologizing and addressing me." 

"Yes, Madame. I apologize for using an incorrect term of address, Madame Madeline, please take your hairbrush and use it to correct my poor manners. I hope that I might have your forgiveness upon the completion of my correction," he said softly yet clearly while he struggled to maintain eye contact, fiercely resisting the urge to look at the floor.

"If you take your punishment like a good boy I am willing to forgive you. You will receive ten corrective swats and you will count each one and say 'thank you Madame Madeline, my apologies Madame Madeline'. Is that understood?" she maintained eye contact. 

"Yes, Madame Madeline," he responded promptly. She gave a curt nod and settled him back over her lap. Hairbrush in hand, she raised it above her head and brought it down smartly on his left cheek. He yelped and she caught his hand in hers and pinned it to his back. 

"Keep your ankles crossed and do not let your feet leave the floor," she instructed sternly. "And don't make me remind you on what to say or the only reminder you will get is another swat that will not count."

"Yes, Madame. One, thank you Madame Madeline, my apologies Madame Madeline." The brush whistled through the air as it delivered another punishing SMACK! on the right cheek. He yelped, "Two! Thank you Madame Madeline; my apologies Madame Madeline." Swish! THWACK! "Ow! Three Thank you Madame Madeline. My apologies Madame Madeline." Swish! CRACK! "Ah! Four Thank you Madame Madeline. My apologies Madame Madeline!" SMACK! "Oh! Five! Thank you Madame Madeline. My apologies Madame Madeline!" 

She put the hair brush in his pinned hand and ran her fingers along the welts and dark, violet red marks that had appeared. "You are doing very well in taking your punishment, dear. How are you feeling?"

"Very sorry, Madame," his voice cracked a little. She rubbed his bottom for a little while. 

"Alright, I'm going to deliver the last five in a quick session, pausing only long enough to hear you give me the number, then at the end you will thank me the way that I have taught you. Understood?" He took a deep breath and nodded. "Good boy." She gently took the hairbrush back and made short work of the rest of his punishment. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He dutifully counted each one and the timbre of his voice rose with each count until he was choking back tears with the last one. 

"T-thank y-you, M-Madame M-m-Madeline; m-my a-ap-pologies Madame Madeline.." he stammered. She put down her hairbrush on the arm of the couch and rubbed his now scarlet red and hot ass. 

"How are you?" she asked after he had had a little time to catch his breath. 

"May we take a little break, Madame Madeline?" he whimpered. She gently indicated that he should get up and kneel at her feet again. He cringed and inhaled sharply as the heels of his feet connected with the welts on his ass. 

"Would you like some water?" she asked. 

He nodded, "Yes please Madame Madeline." She reached over to the end table on her right where a couple of glasses and a pitcher of ice water rested quietly. The ice cubes clinked as they cascaded with the water into one of the glasses and she handed it to him. 

"Thank you, Madame Madeline," he replied appreciatively and she allowed him to drink for several moment. 

"Turn around and present your ass to me," she said as he paused in his drinking. She took his glass and set it on the table as he obeyed her. She took an ice cube and brushed it along his well punished ass. "Does that feel nice?" she asked. 

He breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, Madame Madeline, thank you Madame Madeline." 

She saw from behind that he still had an erection, it was turning a darker shade of pink. "Turn around and present your cock to me," she instructed. He did so and as he turned she could see he was clearly blushing at her observation of his arousal. "No need to be embarrassed. I am pleased that you are clearly enjoying yourself," she responded as she took his member in her hand once more and began stroking the shaft, massaging the tip. He let out a small moan and she smiled, taking his scrotum in her other hand as she began massaging his sack. Little beads of precum were starting to surface on his tip and she rubbed them in gently, another moan escaped his lips. Just as she could tell he was edging toward his orgasm she stopped and instructed him to bend over the arm of the chair and keep his palms flat on the cushion. He did so with obvious difficulty, clearly wanting to finish himself. She instructed him sternly not to move and she went into her bedroom, collecting a leather belt about 2 inches in width from a hanger in her closet. She returned and was pleased to see that he hadn't moved as instructed. "Good boy," she purred again. Positioning herself to the side of him, she took his cock in her left hand as her right hand held the looped belt, and she was careful to hold onto the buckle so that he would not be injured by it. She placed the belt on his ass and leaned in, whispering in his ear, "Now, ask me to finish your lesson and help you get what you need." He moaned again as she gently stroked and teased his cock. 

"Please Madame Madeline, please finish teaching me how to be a good boy and please helped me fulfill my needs." 

"Good boy," she said again, straightening up slightly and swinging the belt with a satisfying, CRACK! against his ass. She began pumping his cock with her hand slowly. He moaned again, and again she brought the belt down on his ass. HISSSS CRACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She developed a steady pace, slowly increasing both her swing and her coaxing of his cock. "You are to ask me permission before you come. Understood?" she asked as she could feel him start to move against her hand. She used his juices to coat his cock as he pumped himself against her hand.

"Ohhhh, yes Madame Madeline!" he moaned, gripping the cushion, his knuckles turning chalky white. SWISH! SMACK! HISSSS CRACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Oh god, please Madame, please let me come!" he cried at last. 

"Three more with the belt and then you may finish," she replied, feeling his throbbing erection jerk eagerly in her hand. SWISH CRACK! SWISH SMACK! SWIIIISSSH CRRRRAAAAACK! And his seed exploded into her hand and dripped down the side of the couch as he gave a great shudder of pleasure.

"Thank you Madame Madeline," he cried, the tears a mixture of relief and pain. 

"You are very welcome, I think you understand what it means to be a good boy now, do you not?" she whispered, grabbing an old hand towel that was laying in wait. She wiped her hand, the couch and finally carefully and very gently began wiping him up. Though he was spent, his cock spasmed in her hand as she cleaned up.

"Yes Madame," he sighed gratefully. 

She pulled a soft blanket off of the back of the couch and covered his shoulders with it. "Lay down on the couch bottom up please, I'm going to apply some aloe to that lovely little masterpiece of yours," she said gently, helping him off of the arm and onto the couch. She pulled the aloe gel out of her toy bag and squeezed a little out directly onto his ass. He sighed contentedly as the cool gel immediately doused the fire of the welts and bruising and brought instant relief. She rubbed his back gently until he fell into the first peaceful sleep he'd had in weeks.



Madame "No!"



I worked for a couple of years at a pharmacy in the sixties. Oh, it was considered a cool job but I never was really into pills, although all my friends envied me. No, it was just another delivery job but at least you got a chance to get out of the store for a while. You are always hearing about delivery men ending up getting laid but that never happened to me.

No, I was just a young, nineteen year old virgin who seemed to end up dating girls who were determined to remain chaste until they married. So yes, I was horny.

For fun, I played guitar in a rock and roll band. "Pot Luck" we were called and we did the usual gigs. Frat parties, Jewish community centers, whatever. We did long "Psychedelic" songs like "Mister you're a better man than I" and "Up in her room." Lots of fun back then.

One day at work one of the white clad ladies that worked the cash register was asking me about my college aspirations. I wasn't much of a student really and I admitted as much.

"What I'd really like is to get rock solid on guitar and do concerts and stuff." I told her. Faye was her name. Kind of a pretty redhead but, you know, she was, like, forty or something. She was divorced and the pharmacist had actually asked her to come to work for him.

"Guitar?" she responded, "I love a guitar!" She smiled at me as she said it and I chuckled to myself as I thought of what she would think of my fuzztone solos! She probably liked Chet Atkins or Barney Kessel. Smooth, clean guys who were professional pickers. Not somebody like my guitar heros: Jerry Garcia and Carlos Santana!

"You'll have to come by my house one evening and play some for me. I love a guitar!" She repeated. Oh right! I'm thinking, that'll be the day.

But Faye didn't just drop the subject mentioning from time to time that she just lived down the street...white house with a little picket fence around the yard. She'd love to have me.

I never really considered it until one week my old '55 Chevy wagon broke a leaf spring and I spent my whole paycheck getting it fixed. My room mate was perennially broke and even McDonald's was going to be hard to afford.

Faye again renewed her desire to hear me play one morning and added she was making a big pot of spaghetti and there would be "Way more than she could eat." Hmmm. Big spaghetti dinner, french bread, red wine. Hmmmm.

So I cheerfully told her I'd be glad to stop by but please warn the neighbors "It could get loud!" Faye's face broke into a grin and she told me seven thirty and not to worry about the neighbors.

Well, I brought my acoustic just to be halfway cool. I figured I could play "Summertime" and "St James Infirmary" which an old lady like her might have heard before. When I got there I smelled that sauce simmering and, Man, my taste buds started watering big time. I was famished!

Faye was dressed casually in a pink blouse and capri pants. I realized it was the first time I'd seen her in anything but that pseudo "Nurse" outfit she had to wear at work. She was slender and had no tits to speak of but her face was pretty and she was just really friendly.

"I've just got to finish up the garlic bread and dinner will be ready." She called to me from the kitchen. "Want a glass of wine? It's right there on the table."

This was the sixties and I rarely drank alcohol, preferring weed back then but, just to be sociable I went ahead and opened the bottle of Gallo Hearty Burgundy and poured us each a glass.

Faye grabbed the garlic bread and set the dinner on the table, all hot and spicy and...and I just devoured it! Not much dinner conversation. No, I just wolfed it down and the wine too.

"Faye, that was delicious!" Was the best I could muster as I burped at the end. The kinda pretty redhead held up her glass as a toast to me and I responded in kind. We sipped the rest of our wine and then Faye told me it was time for me to repay the favor.

"Let's hear some guitar now!" She smiled. I broke out my acoustic which was not exactly a classic but OK for back then. I saw her watching me as I tuned up and I told her my favorite songwriters were Bob Dylan and George Gershwin. "George wrote this one.." I said as I launched into Summertime. 

Faye smiled broadly as I made my way through the song, winking as I changed "Your Daddy's rich" to "Your Daddy drinks!" I finished the song and added "I usually play a solo at the end but I don't have that guitar here tonight." Faye seemed enchanted.

"Oh, you play very well!" She complimented me. "Could I hear another?" I responded with "St. James Infirmary" and I could tell she liked that one too. Faye was making eye contact with me all through the impromptu concert and, when I finished with Donovan's "Catch the Wind," she came over and sat right next to me on the couch.

Faye was kind of rubbing her shoulder into mine and I began to get the impression that...that she was coming on to me! Good Lord! She was old enough to be my mother! Then she rested her hand upon my thigh and, when I set the guitar down and turned to face her, she reached up and gave me a peck on the lips!

"Oh that was so nice." She mused. "What was that again...'To feel you, all around me, and to take your hand...along the sand'" 

"Yeah, beautiful song isn't it?" Then, suddenly I had nothing more to say. No words came into my head. It was just me and Faye looking into each other's eyes, her hand now squeezing my thigh sensuously. I came to understand that Faye was not a young virgin who was saving herself for "Just the right guy." No, she was a woman and the whole idea of inviting me over tonight started to come into focus.

So I responded by kissing her back. And not a little peck either. No, I stuck my tongue into Faye's soft warm mouth and really laid one on her! Her hand moved every so slowly up my thigh until she was touching my cock. Was I hard? Hell yes! I was nineteen for God's sake!

Faye lowered her eyes when we finally finished the kiss. "Are you...Are you gonna take me in the bedroom Jeff?" She said it softly, as if she knew the answer.

I nodded my head and stood up, taking her in my arms as I did so. I kissed my coworker again, this time giving her a feel of my stiff penis. I let my hands roam down to cup the cheeks of her ass and gave her a playful squeeze there.

"Oh don't!" She complained to my surprise. "Don't feel up my...my fanny! It's not nice!" She gave me the strangest look right then. Pushing her lips together like a little girl who didn't get the lollypop.

But Faye proceeded to lead me to the bedroom where the lights were already down low. I was a bit confused by her rebuke but my cock was still hard and it was making the decisions right about then. So I kissed her some more. I felt her just melt into my arms and her little tits were pressing into my chest.

"Jeff, don't unzip my pants! I didn't mean to lead you on or anything but...but it wouldn't be right! I hope you understand but I just couldn't let you take my pants off here in my bedroom!"

OK, well, I was following my instincts then so I planted several kisses behind Faye's ears and felt around for the zipper to her capris.

"No No please don't Jeff!" Faye complained as I gently tugged her zipper down. Her pants were fairly tight but opening the zipper allowed me to shove my hands down into her panties.

"Oh Jeff, please stop!" Faye moaned as she felt me sliding my hands all over her ass cheeks. "Don't...don't pull down my pants!"

Warming to the task now, I did just that and Faye obligingly lifted each foot to allow me to remove her capris. More kisses ensued and I enjoyed the soft warm feel of her ass. She kept muttering "No...No..." the whole time. 

I wondered if I should try to take off her panties but Faye had another plan.

"Listen Jeff..." She began, "I...I can't do this. You know what I mean. But, well, if you want, you can see my...my breasts but that's all!"

That was fine with me so I was struggling to unbutton her blouse and, finally, Faye just went ahead and took it off herself. She stepped back a bit and, watching for my reaction, she unhooked her bra and pulled it off, exposing her little tits. Yes, they were little but look at those nipples! Nice and firm and poking out like cigar butts! And Faye knew it. She gave me a little smile when she saw my dropped jaw reaction.

"Please don't suck my nipples Jeff!" She begged, "I said you could look but...nothing more!" I reached out to feel her amazing nipples and, after a quick look at Faye, I moved my mouth to her breasts.

"Oh No!" She cried as she felt my lips beginning to suck her gorgeous pink nipples into erection. I moved one hand down to touch her pussy through her little white panties and she moaned a complaint about that too. "Oh, don't touch my pussy Jeff! It's so dirty!" 

I led Faye over to the bed and renewed my assault on her little tits, continuing to feel up her pussy through her waist high panties. She made no move to stop me and then, as I was beginning to anticipate, she whispered in my ear.

"Don't...don't take off my panties Jeff. Please don't strip me all naked! Promise me you'll let me keep my panties on!"

"I promise Faye." I told her with all the sincerity I could muster. I won't take your panties off, but...but, I've never seen a woman 'Down There' before and, well, I'm curious. Could I...just for a second...?"

"Oh, that's just so nasty Jeff." Faye responded, her eyes now flashing at me. "You...you want to see my...my pussy?"

I nodded eagerly without speaking and Faye laid down on the bed. The lamp illuminated her and she suddenly started to look very pretty to me. Faye, after playing the role of shy demure female, lifted the lamp shade slightly to increase the light on her body. Then, with me looking on for all I was worth, she reached down and took the leg band of her panties in her hand and slowly pulled it over to one side exposing her pussy!

"Jeff, don't stare at my pussy like that! Don't...don't come closer and touch me down there."

Gently surrounded with dark red hairs, her pussy was tightly closed and a glorious shade of pink. It showed as a simple vertical line there between her legs. I began to unzip my jeans which brought a wail of protest from Faye.

Jeff, no! Don't get undressed! This is all we're going to do and I shouldn't even be doing this!" She watched me closely as I took off my pants and briefs with one motion. My prick bobbed free and Faye seemed mesmerized by the sight of it. I remember thinking she might not have seen a cock in a while and it probably provoked a reaction in her. She opened her legs a little wider and I climbed onto the bed between her legs.

"Don't do it Jeff!" She moaned looking to the side. Don't you dare spread my pussy lips apart!"

I took my cue and reached down...closer and closer until she could feel my breath on her exposed pussy. She continued to hold her panties out of the way and then she gasped as she felt my fingers beginning to open her vagina.

"Oh, this is just awful! Jeff, don't spread me open like I was your little whore! Please don't stick your finger in my pussy!" She was nodding when she said it!

I took a moment to savor the sight before me: My pretty coworker was holding her panties open so I could spread her bare pussy apart and view the darker pink color of her interior sex. Yes, I stuck my finger in there and it was nice and warm. It was my first time getting this far with a woman and I had no experience but Faye continued to "Instruct" me.

"Jeff, that's enough now. Please. You've had your fun and now it's time for us to stop. I know you're a young man and you want to see me up close but,whatever you do, don't kiss my pussy!"

Wow! I hadn't even thought of that but I was eager to comply. I laid flat on the bed and, with Faye still exposing her pussy, I leaned forward and kissed her sweet lips!

"Oh Jeff!" was all she said when she felt my lips kissing her pussy. Then she gasped as I laid my tongue right into her groove and began to lap her pussy for all I was worth. No, I had no experience but I'd read plenty of dirty books and knew where her clit was. I teased her there too.

Faye moaned and her hands soon came to my head and began to pull me in to her loins. She threw her head from side to side and called out "No! No! Don't lick my pussy! Oh, it's so dirty!"

I finally lifted my head up and moved to my knees. I took hold of my cock and Faye's eyes met mine. I could tell she liked my sizable penis but, of course, she complained again.

"Oh No Jeff, Don't fuck me! Please don't stick that thing into my little pussy! You...You're big!" She reached out to touch me and I moved a little closer. Her soft hands caressed my cock lovingly as she continued to moan: "No...we can't...no Jeff, don't fuck me!"

I reached down for her panties and, again, she stopped me.

"Don't take off my panties Jeff! Please...not that! Don't turn me over! Don't make me kneel for you! It...it isn't right!"

So I went ahead and helped Faye over onto her hands and knees on the bed. I then went ahead and pulled down her white panties and exposed her asshole and pussy.

"Oh Jeff, I'm so ashamed!" She wailed. "Don't...don't lick my asshole!"

She really didn't need to say any more. I knew what she wanted, and I wanted to as well! I got right up behind her and told her "Faye, you need to spread open your ass cheeks. I can't quite get my tongue into your asshole like this."

Faye, panting now, said nothing and simply reached back and opened her butt for me. "Ooooo!" She gasped as she felt my tongue probing her tight little asshole! I tickled her pussy as I stabbed my tongue into her ass over and over. Faye's panties remained around her knees and I decided not to remove them after all. I kind of liked it this way.

When I sensed that Faye was ready, I moved up behind her and softly told her "Faye, take my cock and put it in your pussy!"

"Oh my God No!" was what she said as she reached back and took hold of my stiff penis. She squeezed it a bit to be sure it was good and hard and then brought it to the lips of her cock starved pussy. I just knelt there and waited and, sure enough, Faye moved back until my cockhead was right there in the quick of her.

"I'm sorry I've been so rude to you Faye." I innocently told her. "If you want I can just rub it up and down your pussy lips and I think I can come that that way. OK?"

Realizing her bluff had been called, I felt Faye slide back at me, forcing all of my cock into her slickened pussy hole. Oh, and it felt so good! My first time and I was so excited I knew I was going to come before I gave her the "Mind shattering orgasm" that I assumed she expected.

But my instincts took over and I began to fire deeply into Faye's tight pussy, bringing cries of joy from her lips.

"Oh, Jeff, it's been so long! Oh don't stop, whatever you do don't stop fucking me! Oh, get it all the way in there Jeff...good and hard!"

Slap, slap, slap! My balls collided with the sensitive flesh of her pussy and I fucked Faye hard and deep as she'd requested.

"Oh...Jeff...come...on...my...little...asshole! Fuck me for all you're worth and then...then shoot it all over my nasty little asshole!"

She was just too much! I couldn't help myself and quickly stuck my finger into her puckered pink asshole which brought another gasp from her lips. I was expecting more "No, please no!" but Faye just said, "Oh you nasty boy!" She smiled back at me when she said it and then I was there. I felt my sperm begin to rise and then jet from my balls. I jerked my cock from Fayes excited little pussy and, as requested, I spit streams of hot white jism onto her contracting asshole! What a thrill! It seemed like I came for a minute or more and, when I'd finished, bleachy come was drizzling down Faye's inner thighs. What a fuck!

Faye gave me a sly smile at the end and told me "You bad boy, now pull up my panties!" I did so reluctantly and then laid down next to her and we just rested for a while. I knew my evening was at a close now and I dressed and got my guitar together while Faye watched in her bathrobe. She fixed me a plate of leftovers since I think she could tell I was pretty hungry when I'd arrived.

At the front door I kissed Faye and told her I'd never forget her or our night together. We agreed that we couldn't tell anyone at work about this and said all that stuff you're supposed to say at a moment like that.

Then came one last kiss. One last kiss that was meant to say "Good night." A kiss that again had us moulded together. A kiss that, surprisingly had my cock reacting again. A kiss that fired Faye as well. Our tongues again intertwined and I grabbed her ass cheeks through her robe. Faye looked at me with a glazed expression. I think she knew I was a young guy and...

And next thing I knew she'd closed the door and threw her robe onto the sofa. Her panties came down and she knelt on the cushions, completely naked and panting softly.

I needed no further invitation and, without removing my pants, I took my cock, with Faye's feminine scent still upon it, and placed it into the groove of her sex. But Faye had one last surprise for me that night. She took hold of my hardened penis and, after sliding it up and down her seriously lubricated pussy, she dragged it up to the puckered little hole above it. 

I pushed hard and she grunted and said "Slow...go slow..." But I was just too over the top excited to take my time. I pushed and managed to cram half of my sizable hard on into Faye's tight anus. With one more mightly shove, I hilted the whole thing in to the balls and then began to fuck her asshole like a man possessed. Having just ejaculated a while ago, I was able to fuck for at least a few minutes until Faye, I think hoping to bring this lewd act of sodomy to a close begged: "Oh, fuck my little asshole Jeff! Give me all you've got!"

Just a few more strokes and I felt my knees begin to tremble as I unloaded what was left in my balls into Fayes well fucked asshole!

You would assume it would be a little awkward at work after an experience like that but Faye was just really cool about it. And, every now and then she would tell me: "I love a guitar! I just love a guitar!"



Madame President



The Sigma Lambda Tau or SLT for short, was the most popular sorority at the prestigious Schadenfreude College of the Kinetic Arts and Social Sciences, or "SUCK ASS U" to its more irreverent alumni and current enrollees.

To a sister, the membership of the SLT, were composed of the hottest, wildest and most uninhibited girls on campus, that they earned the moniker " SLUTs", from their admirers and detractors alike.

For long years past, the presidency of the school's student council was rotated among the members of the Greek organizations. Who, without regard to the rest of the student populace, pre-select two candidates from among themselves to run against each other for the presidency, since no body else from the rest of the generally apolitical student body seemed even remotely interested in the job.

For this year, the ambitious Grand Archon of the SLT, alternatively referred to as the "Chief Slut or Cheap Slut" behind her back, was able to bamboozle the other heads of the Greek houses to agree to having two sluts running against each other, to ensure, that either way, a slut would be the next President of the student council.

Delighted no end at the success of her political machinations, the Cheap Slut called a meeting of the sluts where she named the two lucky candidates, one of whom will be the next president of the student council.

The first girl she named was Helen Martin, or Heli for short. 

She was a beautiful blond of average height with a killer body to match. She had a dazzling smile and a really friendly and bubbly disposition that drew people towards her. She was by far the most popular slut in the sorority, if not the whole school. 

Although her I.Q. may have been only slightly above average, what she lacked in intellectual perspicacity, she more than made up for by her natural intelligence and willingness to go to any lengths to make the grade. (No, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean she would be willing to sleep with her professors just to pass a course; I meant, she was willing to do extra assignments to earn extra credits. Although, truth to tell, there were rumors circulating that she had supposedly slept with a professor or two to gain her "A's", but these were just unsubstantiated rumors.)

She was a Dean's lister, the captain of the school's cheer leading squad and a most qualified candidate for the position of student council president. The other sluts broke out in a raucous round of applause when the chief slut concluded her brief introduction of Heli. 

The second girl called was Luisa Sevilla, she had no cute nickname and insisted being called Luisa even by her friends.

Luisa was an exotic raven haired beauty of Hispanic origin with the same killer body as Heli. In fact, both girls were practically of the same size and built that they could share each other's clothes, if they so wanted.

Unlike Heli's extroverted nature, Helena was more of an introvert, but has been able to develop deeper and more lasting friendships than the shallower Heli. She was also the smartest girl in the sorority, if not the school itself, and had never failed to impress people whenever she spoke or wrote a dissertation on any topic.

The cheap slut ended her approbation of Luisa by saying she had the highest grade point average in the school, she was the captain of the debating team and another one worthy for the position of student council president. The applause that followed was just as loud as that given to Heli, but was a lot more reserved and formal, like that given at the end of a philharmonic performance.

Cooly the two shook each other's hands and with nary a word to each other, turned that back to celebrate with their respective supporters. The chief slut could not help but secretly smile at the body language being displayed by the two candidates.

Unknown to the sluts but one, Heli and Luisa had a history of violence against each other. They came from the same town and used to go to the same high school, that is before Heli and Luisa got into a scrap over a boy. The catfight which ensued only lasted a few minutes before it was broken up by the teachers, with Heli technically coming up on top, as she had been able to slightly rip Louisa's shirt collar and reveal one of her bra straps.

After the fight, Luisa's parents moved her to another school to avoid their " unica hija's " getting into another fight. The next time the girls met was already in college when Heli, who was already a full fledged slut, returned to school after taking a sojourn in Europe for a semester, only to find that Luisa had become a slut in her absence. Heli just about kicked herself for not being around for Luisa's initiation and for missing the opportunity of making her hell week a real fucking living hell.

Needless to say, the two tried to avoid any contact with each other as much as possible, and this was the first time they even shook hands, make it touch hands, since that fight long ago in high school.

As the cheap slut eyed both girls contemplatively, she could not make up her mind which of them stood a better chance of winning. Would it be Luisa's brains or Heli's vivacity that would tip the scales in their respective favor. Fully aware of the brewing animosity between the two, which was the very reason why she chose them to run against each other in the first place, the chief slut could not wait to see how both sluts would conduct their respective campaigns to hopefully, not only beat, but destroy and grind the other one to dust, as well. Patting herself in the back at how well her Machiavellian intrigues were turning out, the cheap slut excused herself, and went to bed, where she immediately fell into the sleep of the just.

The following morning the chief slut woke to a beautiful day, straight into her worst nightmare. Looking into her cellular phone, she saw that she had received dozens of text messages from the other Greeks, informing her, that Troy Cruz, the most popular and charismatic none Greek personality in school, had decided to throw his hat into the ring, and filed his candidacy for the presidency of the student council.

Forecasting that most of the barbarian horde would rally behind the non-Greek, the cheap slut just knew that if both girls ran together as planned, they stood no chance at all in winning, as they would divide the Greek vote between them. Now, if only one of them ran, then it may still be possible for her to pull off a victory, what with the Greek vote intact and a few incidents of intimidation and seduction here and there. 

Seeing that there was no other way out, the chief slut went about her task to try to convince one of the girls to quit the race. Personally, the Chief slut would have preferred Luisa to be the one to run, as she was very much impressed by her dignified bearing and saw in her the potential for greatness. She was even considering her as the next head of the sluts, despite her being junior to most of the other girls.

When the cheap slut told the girls about the problem, they both adamantly and vehemently refused to give way, especially to each other. They had brainstormed the whole night with their respective supporters, and had already come up with their campaign strategy which they were sure would carry them on to victory. The discussion grew fast and furious as both girls vigorously argued why she would be the better candidate than the other, that pretty soon even their own supporters got into the fracas, caterwauling and shrieking invectives to the other camp, telling them what a cheap whore their candidate was, and so were they.

Just as the room was about to erupt into a battle royal of a catfight, an idea suddenly came to the chief slut's mind, who up to then had remained silent, amidst the bedlam, with a bemused look on her face. Like the great leader the cheap slut always deluded herself to be, she stood up and in her most domineering voice roared for her minions to stop, before they came to blows, or in this case, scratch each others' eyes out.

She imperiously sent both camps to opposite sides of the sorority house and called the other officers to a meeting. After telling the others of her plan, they unanimously gave their assent, quite impressed at how brilliant and at the same time diabolical, the chief slut's solution to the problem was.

After giving the two contending camps time to cool off, a formal meeting of the sorority was called for later in the afternoon, complete with robes and scented candles. After the opening rites, the chief slut intoned for both Heli and Luisa to step forth. She then spoke in a most somber voice asking one of them to withdraw to ensure victory for the sorority. They both refused. She repeated her plea twice more, this time asking one of them to quit for the sake of the sorority, but these again drew the adamant refusal of both girls.

"Very well then." The chief slut intoned. "You have both refused the Sorority's request. Being sisters, we cannot force you to do what you do not want to do. Await the judgment of the great Sigma Lambda Tau."

The two girls were quite shaken when they were dismissed. Their nervousness grew as the following days brought no inkling on what their fate would be. 

On the third day, both girls received a vellum scroll inviting them to a synod of the Greeks on Saturday evening. It was an invitation both girls knew they could not refuse.

Thinking that the cheap slut had left the matter of deciding which of them would run to the heads of the other Greek houses too, Heli decided to dress to impress, putting on her tightest hip hugger jeans and a tight camisole top which gripped and emphasized her luscious curves nicely. She completed her ensemble by wearing a black cardigan over her top, to provide her outfit with a little more discretion and her highest stiletto heels. She was ready and willing to charm and seduce the other Greek heads, if necessary.

Luisa, on the other hand came dressed in a tight long sleeved pull-over sweatshirt which surprisingly managed to look sexy as hell on her shapely frame. She was also in a pair of loose jeans and had worn sturdy work boots on her feet. Although not as stylish as the clothes Heli chose to wear, Luisa's outfit drew numerous raves as well, as she really looked good in her "workman's attire". (Before she left for the synod, Luisa was pulled aside by the chief slut. She made a last minute plea for Luisa to withdraw now, intimating to her that if she did not, she may have to fight Heli for the right to run, to no avail. Being forewarned, however, Luisa decided to change outfits, to be ready for any eventuality.)

When the girls arrived at the gathering, separately of course, they were surprised to find the place packed not only by the leaders of the different Greek houses, but by all the Greeks themselves. There must have been hundreds present and more streaming in. 

Spying the Chief slut sitting on the only table around with the other Greek heads, the two girls approached her to make their presence known. After acknowledging the presence of the two obstinate sluts, the chief slut coldly dismissed them telling them they would be summoned in time, showing to all and sundry how pissed off she was at all the trouble the two had caused.

After circulating for about an hour, the two girls were finally summoned to approach the table. Immediately, a wide space was cleared in front of the table where the two young ladies stood before all the heads of the Greek houses, to await their decision. 

Once the two recalcitrant sisters stood before her, the cheap slut again solemnly asked one of them to give way to ensure victory for the Greek cause and to uphold the tradition. Again this was met by the outright refusal of both girls which drew a buzz of murmuring from the now angry Greeks.

Just as Heli was about to say something in support of her cause, the Chief slut held up her hand to silent her.

"So be it then." The cheap slut intoned. "You have both shown yourselves unworthy of sisterhood by putting your own selfish interests over the sorority's."

" Shame on you!" The chief slut scolded, as the two girls looked down on the floor embarrassed by their public upbraiding.

"Since neither of you had seen fit to take the interest of the sorority in mind, the sorority has decided to leave your fate in your own hands." The two girls slowly raised their heads, intrigued at what the cheap slut had in store for them.

"You girls will have to fight to decide who is to run for the student council presidency. " The whole place immediately erupted into a roar at the idea of having these two beautiful girls fight it out in public.

"The winner gets to run." The chief slut continued. "While the loser (it is at this point that the cheap slut's face suddenly took on a most sinister glint) will be relegated to a position of perpetual pledge of the sorority, to be supervised by the winner."

Both girls were taken aback by the stakes involved, especially what would be at store for the loser. It took them a few seconds before they slowly nodded their heads, agreeing to the terms.

When asked how the outcome would be decided, the Chief slut polled the other heads before announcing that the winner will be the one who strips her opponent absolutely nude and gets her to submit. Again it took a few seconds for the girls to slowly nod their heads in consent.

Heli nervously looked over at Luisa as she removed her high heeled shoes. A slight shiver came over her as her bare feet touched the cold concrete floor, making her realize that she would be starting out at a disadvantage, having to fight barefoot, while Luisa still had her sturdy work boots on. This also meant, she would be starting out with one less article Luisa would have to strip from her, while she still had to come up with a plan on how she would get Luisa's damned boots off. Taking comfort though in the fact that she had won their only previous fight, Heli grew confident that she could beet her again, and much more thoroughly at that.

Luisa silently stared at Heli as the other girl stood before her barefooted. Slowly, a wry smile broke over Luisa's lips as she finally got the other girl where she wanted her. You see, unknown to the other sluts but one, after Luisa transferred schools she took up martial arts and was really quite proficient at it. She had always dreamt of fighting Heli once again to, this time teach that boy stealing flirt a lesson she would never forget.

Like the two gunslingers in the last showdown of "Once Upon a Time in the West" the two girls just stared each other down, waiting for the other to make her move. The crowd going impatient at the lack of action, egged both girls to start the fight.

It was Heli who made the first move. She charged Luisa with both fists flailing only to have Luisa sidestep and catch her with a spinning kick to the jaw, knocking her out completely.

The crowd roared out in approval as the beautiful blond fell to the floor unconscious, went completely berserk at what the ravishing brunette did next. 

Heli woke up to an aching jaw and a ringing in her head. At first she didn't know where she was and why she was surrounded by what looked to be hundreds of people leering down on her with mouth watering eyes. It took a while for her to recall that she was in the middle of a fight with her nemesis Luisa and she must have been knocked down or something.

As Heli slowly got out of her stupor, she discovered to her dismay that she was lying down on the floor in only her frilly bra and thong panties. When she frantically looked around for her clothes, she was horrified to see Luisa standing a few feet away, smiling down sweetly at her, stylishly dressed in Heli's own clothes.

"Wakey ... Wakey" Luisa cooed with a shit eating grin on her face. "Like my new outfit? It's a bit skanky, I know, but I didn't want my clothes to get ruined."

Apparently, after knocking Heli out, Luisa started to divest her of all her outer clothing and jewelry as well, to the delight of the crowd. Once she had Heli down to just her bra and thong, Luisa took off her own outer garments, revealing to the appreciative mob her own delectable body, albeit encased in a more conservative bra and panty set. She then proceeded to put on all of Heli's clothes and jewelry, but left her work shoes on. She then gave the clothes that she had earlier worn to a sister for safe keeping, and stood there, striking a model's pose, as she patiently waited for the all but naked blond to come to.

Luisa continued to smile menacingly down at Heli as she slowly walked towards her. No doubt intimidated by her state of (un)dress, Heli tried to ease herself back on her elbows to put space between her and her nemesis. However, when she reached the edge of the crowd, no one, not even her sorority sisters, would let her thru. As she looked up to face the crowd, she failed to find any sympathetic face at all. To a man, and woman, everyone there now seemed to be rooting for Luisa, and were intent to witness Heli's impending humiliation.

As Heli was pleading with the crowd to please let her through, Luisa suddenly struck with a savage kick to heli's cunt. Almost blacking out from the pain, Heli cried out and writhed on the floor, grabbing her sore pussy with both hands. This left her completely vulnerable and open to attack by Luisa who grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her feet. Once she had the poor Heli stood up, Luisa proceeded to slap, punch and knee Heli all over while maintaining a steely grip on her hair with one hand.

Luisa then let go of Heli's hair and gave Heli a number of judo throws to the floor, stunning and causing the other girl great pain. As Heli lay dazed on the floor with her limbs akimbo, Luisa stomped on her flat stomach with her heavy work boot, eliciting a blood curdling yelp from Heli, who thereupon crawled to a fetal position to try to avoid further attacks to her tender parts.

Again, grabbing Heli by the hair, Luisa hauled her up screaming. Once she had Heli on her feet, Luisa made a sudden grab to Heli's bra and tore it off, unveiling the other girl's naked breasts to the rabid crowd. 

Stunned momentarily by the heaven sent revelation, the crowd roared back to life and simply went wild at the sight of Heli's luscious breasts.

Heli desperately tried to cover up when she realized her breasts were exposed. But the cruel Luisa would not allow her such modesty. Quickly getting Heli in a school girl pin, Luisa started slapping Heli's breast to and fro like a pendulum, even grabbed onto her nipples, pulling and wrenching them, like a radio dial.

After a few minutes of this intense and unimaginable torture, Heli cried out her submission and pleaded for Luisa to stop. However, the other girl merely ignored her and continued to beat down on her unmercifully. Quite distraught that she was continued to be beaten after she had conceded defeat, Heli could only bawl her eyes out on the floor, desperately praying for her torment to end.

Fortunately for Heli, it was Luisa herself who decided to end the torture. She stood Heli up to face the heads of the Greeks and reminded the girl in the thong that the fight would only end when one of them was naked. Luisa then asked if she may be allowed a chair to sit on, and when given one, promptly pulled Heli over her lap as she sat down. Luisa then almost gently pulled down Heli's thong just a little to reveal her ass and proceeded to give her a resounding spanking, to the amusement of every body there.

To her utmost shame, it was Heli herself who was forced to strip herself nude. Stretching herself backward to try to pull her thong off, Heli's progress was impeded by the incessant blows to her doomed posterior and by the wild kicking of her feet in the air, which caused her thong to get entangled. Finally, after about fifty hard spanks had landed, all of which were counted out loud by the highly amused audience, Heli was able to kick free of her thong, leaving her totally nude at last.




Madame President



To Heli's consternation, Luisa continued punishing her, even after she had gotten nude. Crying out in pain, Heli begged Luisa to stop, pointing out that she was already nude and had conceded defeat much earlier. 

"Who said you were nude." Luisa exclaimed as she pushed Heli from her lap and landed on her back on the floor. "What's that?" Luisa pointed at Heli's groin, and her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. (Turns out Heli was a true blond after all.) "You still aren't totally naked."

Luisa then sat on Heli's face and proceeded to pull all of the naked girl's pubic hair off by the roots. Heli's screams of anguish were effectively muffled by the thick cloth of her own pants.

After Luisa had yanked all of Heli's pubic hair off, she stood up to the thunderous cheers of the crowd. She was embraced with open arms by the Chief slut and congratulated no end by the other Greek heads. Heli was left lying on the floor piteously crying.

The head of the supreme Greek council then made a speech perorating all the Greeks to unite in this monumental battle against Troy, ending his speech with a toast to the next president of the student council, to the accompaniment of "Hail to the Chief" playing in the background.

Luisa kept Heli naked for the rest of the night. In fact she was the only one nude around. To degrade Heli further, Luisa even put on her high heals to complete her outfit, knowing fully well how humiliating this would make the naked girl feel to look up to her rival, all resplendent in all the clothes she had worn earlier.

For the amusement of all, Luisa had Heli masturbate in front of everyone, and even made her fuck herself with a beer bottle, till she involuntarily came, to the jeers of the unruly crowd. The look on Heli's face as she tried to keep herself from orgasming was simply priceless, that it became a favorite wallpaper for most Greek computer screens and cellular phones.

Luisa also gave Heli as a sacrifice to the male Greek gods to do with as they please. After huddling together the lords of the Greeks decided to share the bounty with the rest of the Greeks, symbolically at least. 

From around the twenty fraternities present, a champion was chosen from each and everyone, to partake of the sacrificial victim's beautiful charms. For the next two hours Heli was continuously ravished in public by the twenty lust filled college boys, who made her suck, fuck and take it up the ass, in any manner and combination. As a finale, the boys gave Heli a Bukkake, coating her whole body thickly with their semen.

Heli was made to walk home with her sisters as is, barefoot and naked, body all coated with cumm. When she got to the sorority house, she was made to sleep at the floor of Luisa's room, but not till after she was made to pack all her stuff and bring it to Luisa. The perpetual pledge would no longer be entitled to a room in this house.

When Heli woke up the next day, body all stiff and aching from sleeping on the hard floor and from the beating she took last night, she was made to kneel on all fours before Luisa as the comfortably seated girl spelled out Heli's assignments.

First, she should always be nude in the house and may only wear the clothes Luisa has picked for her.

Second, she must always obey what Luisa and the other sluts tells her to do, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating it would be. Third, she will do everything and anything to ensure Luisa's victory, even to the point of dispensing sexual favors, if necessary.

With tears brimming in her eyes Heli agreed to all that Luisa demanded. It was only then that Heli was allowed to finally bathe and wash away the thick coating of dried up semen, all over her body.

For the next weeks the sluts as well as the rest of the Greeks campaigned vigorously for Luisa. Always at the forefront was a slutily clad Helen Martin, blowing kisses in the air and making lewd suggestions, urging all the boys to vote for Luisa. Quite a few none-Greek boys took her up on her offer. Her outfits got skimpier and skimpier as the campaign season drew to an end, and quite a number of none-Greek males shifted their support in favor of Luisa because of this, as well as the sexual favors Heli readily gave out.

Perhaps the thing that contributed most to Luisa's campaign was not the brilliant arguments she made in her one-on-one debate with Troy, but rather a video clip supposedly from Stallion Productions that appeared in youtube, showing the fully clothed Luisa beating on a naked Heli, with a voice over urging the listeners to vote for a president who would be willing to fight for their rights.

Pretty soon word spread and that particular clip took so many hits, that the site had to shut down a few times. 

Nevertheless, that little political ad, which incidentally had been thought off by the cheap slut herself who had secretly filmed the fight, did more to boost Luisa's image as a strong willed, determined, fighter, who would do all in her power to protect her constituents. That really signaled the death knell of Troy, as he lost hundreds of votes, on account of this video. When the final results came out, Luisa won by a mere handful of votes.

The sluts had a rousing victory celebration in their house the night of the election. They also planned a more formal dinner in honor of the new president of the student council. On both occasions, Heli attended them absolutely naked, serving food and drinks to the elegantly dressed people in attendance. She was also made to have dinner with the guests, but hers consisted of a bowl of dog food, which she ate on the floor, using only her mouth to slurp her food.

Like a true sister, Luisa did not begrudge the use of her pledge to the other sisters. The other sisters once in awe of Heli, now took great delight in having her tongue service them wherever they wanted. They also found Heli convenient whenever it was their time of the month, as she could now service their boyfriends without fear of any emotional attachment. The guys loved it too whenever Heli was made to take care of them. since they could now do to her all the things they had always fantasized of doing with their girlfriends but were afraid to, lest they be thought of as perverted degenerates.

Things got so bad for Heli, that she was now thought to be a true slut in every sense of the word and she soon became an urban legend as her popularity grew even more. Before the semester ended, Heli made her escape from the Sorority house. She slinked back to her hometown, a broken woman in both body and soul, and enrolled in the small community college there, which could offer her at most a secretarial degree.

As Luisa's term as presidency came to an end, she handed over the reins of government to her successor Troy Cruz who, following his defeat promptly joined a fraternity and kept the tradition of Greek domination still alive at SUCK ASS U. 

Luisa planned to spend the semestral break at home with a few sisters, where they had hoped to meet up with an errant pledge, said to be matriculating at the local community college.

The Cheap slut could not help but look at Luisa with pride in her eyes, as her protégé happily walked off with two other sisters, knowing that she would have a bright future in politics and finally be able to achieve what Hillary Rodham Clinton failed in doing. (Go Barak!!! {Sorry couldn't help myself})

The end 



Madame Seductress



Kevin Smith urgently unzipped his trousers and unbuttoned his shirt as Bianca, wearing just a lacy flame-colored bra and thong set and her favorite Jimmy Choo mules, calmly smoked a cigarette and stared at the rain pouring outside the window. Manhattan looked gloomy that night. 

Bianca and Kevin had gone to Café Rouge, where a cocktail turned into seven and where they’d decided to go back to his place. 

With what seemed like animal hunger, Kevin wrapped his arms around Bianca’s waist and kissed her neck. “God, I want you,” he whispered in her ear.

Bianca did not stir. She found the rain crashing against the French windows far more interesting than Kevin’s arousal. She also found it interesting that most of her conquests were tall, dark and handsome investment bankers who owned enormous Park Avenue apartments. She’d never met an interesting man in her life—though she hadn’t a clue what made a man interesting. What was so interesting about an investment banker who lived on Park Avenue? Aside from their healthy bank accounts, the aforementioned men were as fun as plucking one’s eyebrows.

And Bianca hated Park Avenue—the thought of having rich old women with tiny dogs in their handbags as neighbors didn’t sit well with her. She’d much rather hang out in her neighborhood in SoHo, where eclectic cafés, fashionable restaurants and stylish art galleries dominated the area. God, she wished she had suggested going to her place instead. Now she had to struggle to get a cab in this God forsaken place.

Kevin traced his fingers up and down her spine as he pressed his erection against her hip. “You drive me crazy, Miss Cox,” he cooed.

Her back still facing him, she says, “Do I really?”

“Yes,” he whispered, kissing her softly on her shoulders. “You’re a strikingly beautiful woman, you know.”

“Yes, I know.”

And she most certainly knew. Taking long, sensuous drags on her cigarette, Bianca felt like a femme fatale in an old movie—cool, collective, sexy. She loved the fact that she didn’t have to feign lack of interest in Kevin; she was genuinely not interested in him.

Kevin’s throbbing erection startled her when she turned to him, destroying her seductive mystique.

God, that’s ugly, she thought as she watched Kevin stroke his cock in front of her. She’d always thought that penises were ugly, and she marveled at the way men treated their equipment as though it was something worthy of worship, like having a penis made them the masters of the universe or something.

I have a dick therefore I am.

Gaining her composure, she took Kevin by the hand and led him toward his stylish four-poster bed that overlooked a fifty-inch flat-screen TV with a DVD player and stereo system. In a swift motion, she took her bra and panties off and put a condom on his willy. He let out a loud moan as he pushed himself inside of her.

He was on top of her, panting irregularly in her ear as he thrust in and out. “Oh shit!” he groaned with pleasure. Bianca stifled a yawn and thought of dogs having sex, the way the bitch just stands there while the dog is on top of her, drooling and doing all the work. Men and women aren’t so very different. Most humans act on impulse and instinct, don’t they? The behaviors aren’t so very different either. After all, Kevin’s sweaty face resembled a bulldog’s as he continued to pant heavily and moan pleasurably. But if Kevin was a dog, then Bianca was a bitch. A beautiful bitch, of course—perhaps a Toy Poodle or a Shih Tzu. 

She couldn’t wait for Kevin to finish. His breath stank and his thrusts had no effect on her. (She moaned every now and then and scratched his back for good measure.) 

His quickened breath announced that he was about to come. Bianca braced herself. She clenched her muscles, tightened her legs around his waist and let out a groan that implied that she, too, had come. Kevin shook like a leaf and yelped with a triumphant air of ecstasy.

Bianca resumed her Madame Seductress act after Kevin pulled out and turned to the opposite side of the bed. He lit a cigarette and shared it with Bianca. As she puffed on the cigarette, she wondered how she’d get home. It was still raining outside and it would be difficult to hail a cab at two o’clock in the morning on Park Avenue, and she was too tired to walk to Central Park East to hail one. Would Kevin let her spend the night with him? She glanced over at him, a cheesy smile on his face, she reckoned he wouldn’t mind her staying at all. But did she want to spend the entire night with him? What if he wanted more sex? By God, she’d rather walk home in the rain than be subjected to that again! 

“That was fucking great!” he said, taking the cigarette from Bianca’s fingers. “Wasn’t it great, gorgeous?”

“Um...yeah, it was great.” Like watching paint dry.

“I can’t wait to do it again,” Kevin enthused.

Running in the rain to find a cab at two A.M. didn’t seem like such a bad thing after all.



Madame V and Angelina



Ricky's mobile phone vibrated urgently in his trouser pocket and he pulled it out quickly. 'It's time, Ricky,' came Stephanie's voice. He hung up and, taking a deep breath, opened the doors to the street slowly, one, then the other. The line of girls snaking along the boulevard seemed startled to see him. After six hours of waiting, gossiping and pouting, they had almost forgotten why they were there. Their voices, their breathing, hesitated, clicked in their throats on sentences unfinished. Those closest to him looked at him and then around him, trying to see what wasn't there. He paused and then said 'The first 100 of you are to come inside, arrange yourselves around the courtyard. Madame V's assistant will consider you and those of you she touches on the shoulder will leave. I will then come outside and call in the next 100. And so it will go on.' He saw girls' mouths twist in a myriad of expressions -- as well as hope, he saw hesitation, fear and defiance. Well, he thought, this is what you all want so you can now have it.

He counted the first batch through the door and then shut it firmly behind them. Slowly, hesitantly, they wandered through the cool passageway and out into the sunshine of the open courtyard. Stephanie was already waiting for them. She held only a small leather crop in her hand. The girls seeing the look on her face quickly took their places, jostling a little, one dropping her bag, another tripping on the uneven cobblestones. Finally they were ready. Stephanie was quicker than them -- before the last girl had found her place, she had already made up her mind and was flicking a number of them back towards the door they had just come through. By the time she'd finished, only 22 girls were left standing in the courtyard. 

Ricky let the failures out enmasse and returned with 100 more. Stephanie carried out the same process again, and then again. Finally she went back over the remaining girls, the seemingly lucky ones, discounting, until of the 672 girls who had waited for up to 6 hours in the hope of being seen by Madame V, only 47 remained in the hot courtyard.

Stephanie walked over to a corner of the yard and spoke rapidly into her mobile. She then put the phone away in the pocket of her jacket and walked over to the door of the house. Ricky stood by the entrance to the passageway which led to the street outside. Silence reigned now where before there had been the tiny shuffles, snuffles and whispers of young women waiting for their possibly one shot at fame. Even the birds had stopped singing it seemed. The noise from the street seemed held back in place by the solid brick walls of the building and time was suspended, encapsulated in this microcosm of humanity. 

With a tiny creak, the impossibly shiny black door of the house opened, and Madame V stepped forth. 

She stood for a moment, looking at the girls arranged around the courtyard like mannequins in a storeroom. Her dark sunglasses, black rimmed and dark glassed, made it impossible to see her eyes. Only by the tiny turn of her head could one verify where she was possibly looking. She looked over at Stephanie and smiled at her, giving a tiny nod of appreciation. Stephanie thought, looking at her employer dressed in regulation tight black skirt, fitted jacket, stockings with a tiny pattern and high patent heels, she could be a model herself. If pint sized models were ever to grace the catwalk, V would be top of the sought after list. Still, V herself never accepted anyone under 5 ft 8inches. Modelling agencies never looked at anyone below that height and she had learned that the hard way. No matter how beautiful she was, her height and even her body shape went against her. She was too large breasted for a model and too short -- at only 5 ft 3 inches and with a D cup breast she was the epitome of a failed would be model. A would be if she could be..... 

She had been left with no option other than to thumb her nose at the establishment and make her name in another but similar way -- discovering and mentoring those beauties who would go on to become world supermodels. Along that route, she had been careful to build up a non picture of inscrutability. It was no mistake that she cultivated the essence of an enigma. She didn't make friends easily so there were never any 'sources' whom the newspapers and magazines could get to. In short, so little was known about her that even finding out about her childhood or school years was full of obfuscation. She trusted few people - Stephanie and Ricky were the exceptions. Her models always made it to the top and she worked very hard with them -- they were the best in the world, highly regarded and highly sought after. No amount of pumping would make them reveal anything about her. That was part of the deal. She could make them but she could also break them. She illustrated this very nicely with the story of the only model who had ever tried to make extra money by talking to the papers. V had used her own contacts to contaminate the girl -- ensuring that her supermodelling career was over almost before it began. No-one wanted to hire a model who was deemed unreliable, used drugs to such an extent that only cosmetic surgery had helped save her beauty, and with poor work ethics to boot. Everyone knew the Evangalista famous line of not getting out of bed for less than £10,000, but it was accepted that if a model was really, really good, that meant her work practice was good too. They may not work often but they did work hard. It was amazing how much could be made of so little and that little was all made up. It was enough of a cautionary tale to make all models who followed after her very, very careful about who they spoke to.

Slowly, like a cat creeping towards a mouse held in a trap, V swayed over to the front of the lineup. She gave a seemingly cursory, almost off hand look at the girls, sweeping her eyes along the line. Then she started at the beginning, tapping the shoulder of a girl here or a girl there, the line whittling down, the unwanted running the emotional gamut from tears to defiance, breathlessness, nausea, theatrics which never sat well with V. She dismissed all except two young women. The first was very beautiful, smooth perfect skin, long dark swinging hair, the long lithe body of a superstar. She held herself in the well known models' louche, one hand on her hip which was thrust out in front. Her bone structure from her face to feet gave the looker the instant sense of being in the midst of a chosen one. The other girl, on the other hand, was merely pretty. Next to the brunette amazon, she barely raised an eyebrow but Madame V had asked her to stop there. Ricky and Stephanie were both surprised. Perhaps V had decided to mentor two would- be models simultaneously. But in their experienced eyes, the first girl, taller, darker, with beautiful bone structure was the obvious choice. What was V thinking?

As Ricky let the last thread of girls out of the courtyard, he thought about the cold beer which awaited him in the kitchen. Thank God these turgid days came only once every three years. He watched as Stephanie led the two women into the house. He thought about the tough six months or so ahead for them both but the world was waiting to see them and it would be their oyster for a very long time. He was curious though -- V had never selected more than one girl at a time before. What did she want with the blonde? 

He shrugged to himself, locked the iron doors and walked across the courtyard, the image of an icy cold beer drawing him over the hot cobblestones and into the cool of the house.

----0---

Angelina sat on the edge of the pale blue loveseat in the gorgeous Rococo styled room with its high ceilings and gilt mirrors, elaborate ceiling plaster work and enormous fireplace. She wondered at the expense and then at the colour and that led her to think of the gorgeous Madame V. She wondered why she had worn the black suit on such a hot day. Angelina herself had worn white, a broiderie anglaise dress with a tiny bolero in white organza and gold sandals on her feet. She'd painted her toes fuschia at the last minute. She had wanted to be understated, not to appear too desperate, but she was very interested to note that the other girl who had disappeared into the house had also been understated in her appearance. While other girls had dressed to impress, they had both behaved like wallflowers -- was that the secret? she wondered. All through the 'slave trade', as she called it to herself, she had been acutely aware that she felt more like an observer than a participant. It was a huge surprise to her when Madame had asked her to stand with her assistant who had seemed as surprised as she was. 

She had wondered about Madame for a long time, fantasising about her, as had probably many men and women. She was as famous for her supermodels as she was for being invisible. Because no-one seemed to agree on what she looked like, how tall she was, even the colour of her hair, Angelina had depicted her in many different ways although most often with a crop in one hand and a dildo in the other. She knew why too -- she adored the idea of masterful women and there was no doubt that Madame was one. Although she herself was dominant, she thrilled to meet a woman who seemed stronger than her. She smiled to herself as she wondered where this was all going to lead.

"Why are you smiling?" She heard the carefully modulated tones of V behind her. "How did you know I was smiling?" she asked, turning around, the smile still on her lips. 

"I saw you in the mirror. I was watching you just outside the door and then you smiled. Why?"

"Madame, I...I'm not sure...it was nothing. I was just thinking how great it is to be here." Sounded weak to her ears but hoped it would get her through.

"Ok, I accept that for now." No, Madame didn't believe her. The pressure was off for the moment. 

The older woman walked over to the chaise lounge and patted the seat beside her. She waited for Angelina to sit beside her. Angelina could smell her perfume, roses and something very slightly spicy. She looked at the hands folded in the lap of the black skirt and out of the corner of her eye she saw the points of the black high heeled shoes. Her breath quickened for an instant and then she calmed herself. 

"Angelina, I wonder if I might ask you if you would like to work for me. I know that's being presumptuous -- I don't, for instance, know if you are working now or what you would like to do or in fact anything about you. But there was something about you and I'm rarely wrong. I would like you to work for me." The statement was both a question and its answer.

"Madame, I would rather work with you, than for you. Does that make sense?" Angelina surprised herself but in for a penny, in for a pound, she thought. She wasn't a girl to waste time -- on anything. Might as well find out quickly exactly what she'd been pulled out of the line for.

V's eyes widened slightly and skittered away to a dark corner outside the pretty room, before coming back to rest on Angelina's face. Angelina watched the red lips pout tinily and then they began to turn up and in a moment V was laughing -- not a loud laugh, but certainly an appreciative one. "Angelina, it does make sense and I like that very much. We can talk about the position and pay and all that later but let's have tea first." V rose from the chaise and walked over to the fireplace. She pressed a button built into the marble and when an answering chime came back she walked slowly, deliberately, back to Angelina's side. Angelina couldn't take her eyes off her -- she felt she was like a mongoose and Madame was the cobra dancing towards her. 

"I have a proposition to make before you take up your new job and I'd like to discuss it over a nice pot of tea."

---0---

Late on Saturday evening of the same week, Angelina stood in front of the full length mirror in V's luxurious dressing room. V had given her a creamy coloured unisex riding outfit which fit her slim body like a glove. She had put her long blonde hair up and fastened a cap over it to hold it in place. She liked the highly waxed knee-length boots that V had bought especially for her to complement the outfit. She gently thwacked the riding crop against her leg, loving the look of boss lady. As she posed to herself, V slid into the room and stood beside her looking at her own image in the mirror. Angelina stepped back to look at her companion more easily. V was encased in the ensemble of a Victorian female horse rider - the long skirt, close fitted jacket, button boots, gloves and silk top hat with a tiny stiff veil that sat away from her face. The outfit was entirely black except for the creamy ruffled blouse. The pearl buttons from neck to décolletage were undone and a tiny snip of red could be seen in the deep V of her breasts. 'Are you wearing a red bra?' Angelina asked. 

"Yes, does it show?" V asked. 

"A tiny bit -- in the V of your blouse. Perhaps one button should be done up?"

"Can you do it for me? I think the gloves will make my fingers clumsy." Angelina did as bidden, standing close to V and paying more attention to her creamy skin than the button whose buttonhole was so tight she struggled to feed the button through. She took in a breath. She hadn't thought about V's breasts at all, although she was a fan of breasts herself. Here they were, soft and....large. A D? she wondered. She's very small built but she could be a D cup. Her own nipples hardened at the thought and she became aware of the heat of her pussy and a tiny seepage of moisture somewhere deep inside. She let her skin touch V's just below her neck, as if removing stray hairs from her skin. A slight shock of electricity tingled in her fingers. They both jumped and Angelina stepped away. V looked herself over from top to bottom in the mirror. "Hmmm, well, how does the rest of me look now?" she asked. 

Edible, thought Angelina, as she said "Superb." She couldn't take her eyes of V's beauty -- her pale skin, the black hair piled on her head, tresses escaping from the top hat which gave a small gaiety to the otherwise austere Victorian look. She loved the way the under-corset beneath V's blouse and jacket pulled the woman's figure into a perfect hourglass. She wondered what V thought of how she looked but didn't want to ask. What if she disappointed her? It was obvious the riding outfit hadn't been bought for her specifically -- another woman must have worn it before. Perhaps V picked her women according to a certain height and shape. Angelina sighed inwards -- she really mustn't start thinking about V having been with other women. Of course she had -- she was older than Angelina, she'd been around. 

A phone chirped on the table in the dressing room. V answered it briefly. "The car's ready. Shall we?" The twinkle in her eye, the naughty smile on her ruby red lips made Angelina want to kiss her. She wasn't employed to be her lover she knew but oh, how she wished things had been different. She would never have met V other than by being in that line up and that had just been sheer forceful coercion by her friends who were always going on at her about how she could be a model. She wouldn't be able to tell any of them about her new job -- companion to the illustrious Madame V -- but she knew she should be grateful for where she was right now. She smiled back at her new employer and crooking her arm, she waited for V to gather up her dress so she didn't trip over its length. V placed her hand inside Angelina's elbow and the two of them left the dressing room, pausing only for one last look at their appearances, laughing at each other in the mirror.

Although Angelina had seen much of the large old Parisian house over the past week, she had not realised there was a basement and it was here that she and V descended to in search of the garage where V's Bentley was kept. They walked along a passage towards the light of the garage, passing several closed doors, one of which opened onto a wine cellar, another which held a storage area. The third door was painted scarlet. V walked past but Angelina stopped her. "What's behind here?" she asked. Scarlet was surely an unusual colour for a storage or overflow area. 

"We don't want to be late for the club -- I will show you another time." V kept walking but Angelina's interest was piqued. V had not hesitated to show her the other rooms -- why be secretive with this one? "Madame, I'd really like to see what's here. Why is the door painted red?"

V turned around and for the first time since Angelina had met her, she seemed apprehensive. Shy perhaps? This seemed out of character for her and this made Angelina even more curious about what was behind the door. V walked back down to the storage room, opened the door and disappeared inside. A second later she returned, holding a single golden key by a thin blood red cord. She gazed at Angelina long and hard as if considering the situation and then, raising her eyebrows, she put the key in the black lock and the tumblers fell back. She turned the knob and pushed the door open. It was pitch black, darker than the other rooms, until she reached out and hit a switch positioned just inside the room. Dim lighting made the objects fuzzy and slightly obscure until Angelina's eyes accustomed to the low lighting. She gasped in amazement. The room was dotted with pieces of furniture -- benches, a throne, suspension pulleys. On the walls were glass cases of whips and canes, and small pieces of metal for which she could only imagine their purpose. There was also an array of hoods. On the floor was what looked like a leather sleeping bag. The object that most caught her eye though was what looked like a giant wheel. "What's that?" she asked, walking over to it. It was set on the back wall and various leather straps hung off it. She'd seen smaller versions of this sort of thing on television game shows -- where people won prizes if the marker stopped in the right square. This one was a man-sized version though and the straps made her curious. She stood staring at it and didn't notice V standing alongside her, until she spoke. "It's a wheel of course." Angelina looked at her, wondering if she was being sarcastic. "I know but what do you do with it?" 

V sighed. "We are going to be late, but ok, I will show you." She walked to the wheel and stood in front of it. She lifted her skirt above her knees and spread her legs so that her ankles were closer to the lower straps. She raised her arms and spread them so that her wrists were near to the upper straps. She leaned her head against the padded insert. Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly open. Angelina smiled and stepping over to her new mistress, she caught a strap around one thin wrist and tightened it. V opened her eyes. "What are you doing?" 

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Angelina wasn't smiling now and V's eyes opened wider as she reached up for the other strap, tightening it and fastening it. V pulled on her wrists and kicked one leg out. "Easy, Madame, you will hurt yourself." 

"Stop now, you don't know what you are doing." 

"Yes, I do. And so do you." 

Angelina fastened both ankles with their straps and lifted V's skirt higher up, hiking it behind her bottom so that she rested against the folds of material. Angelina watched her mistress as she moved around her. V closed her eyes, a deep sigh coming from within her. "What are you going to do?" she asked, a slight tremble in her voice, though Angelina wasn't deceived. Her mistress wasn't really a mistress at all. She was a beautiful submissive and she wanted to be dominated. She'd given in very easily. Perhaps the years of dominating others, of bullying girls to become the best they could, of moulding them, of pushing them, of never being able to be less than Madame V, artiste extraordinaire, had taken their toll. Angelina had several times had suspicions during the week -- a very slight loss of guard on the odd occasion and a gentler, more submissive, more questioning instead of commanding manner had emerged. Now Angelina wondered about V's sincerity. She wondered too how far she could go. How far would she be allowed to go? 




Madame V and Angelina



Angelina pulled open V's jacket, and with one tug wrenched the front of the flimsy blouse. V gasped. Her eyes opened again. Angelina saw a mixture of fear and excitement welling up. Her breasts, barely contained within demi-cups, heaved rather dramatically. So beautiful. She nudged one out of its tiny covering and watched it as it plumped down, the nipple hard, juicy looking. She leant forward and licked the nub, then blew on it. V moaned slightly. "Bite me," she whispered. Angelina happily complied. She bit down hard enough for V to cry out, but not hard enough to cause bite marks. She rolled the nipple between her teeth; letting go, she sucked on it as she pulled away. She slipped a couple of fingers between V's legs. Through the frilly knickers she could feel the pulsing heat. With one tug, she pulled the knickers down to V's knees, then again to her ankles. She stepped back and looked at the display. V's mons was hairless and her pussy lips and the nub of her clit stood out, quivering in their exposure. V opened her eyes again, and again Angelina saw the shyness she had seen during the week. "I'm sorry, Angelina." 

"Sorry? What for?"

"You didn't give me permission to get wet but I am." "You funny creature. You can get as wet as you want -- I give you permission. I hope by the time I'm finished with you, you will be awash with your juices."

"Yes, Angelina, thank you."

Angelina strode over to one of the glass cases. She selected a cane, then a soft leather blindfold. She stepped over to another case that held a number of cruel looking metal instruments. One set was clearly nipple clamps. Another was called a pin wheel. She was very glad each item was named. She didn't have to look like a complete novice. She was going to enjoy herself here, she thought. ---0--- She stood in front of V. "I think I should blindfold you, little girl."

"But I won't be able to see what you are doing to me."

"No, but you will feel it. Don't question me. Close your eyes." She looked at the soft pliant body pinioned to the wheel. What a beauty, she thought. I can't believe my luck. The great Madame V and she's mine -- even if just for a few hours. Immediately that thought passed her, she thought of the days and weeks ahead when they would be working together. What on earth was she thinking? This woman was her boss! Suddenly, the enormity of what she was proposing to do, almost unquestioned by her new employer, swept over her. 

She hesitated, the pinwheel in one hand, the blindfold in the other. Her hesitation lengthened to a pregnant pause. V suddenly spoke to her. "Angelina, please don't worry. You are worried, aren't you? Don't be. Our positions are just momentarily reversed. Please don't think differently about me or working with me." Her voice which had begun with such control began to weaken as her desperate need began to threaten her position. "This doesn't have to change anything, does it?"

Angelina took a deep breath and walked back to her subject. She reached up to blindfold her mistress; doing so caused her hand to brush over V's breasts who gasped. Angelina looked at her and noticed the hard nipples. Harder than before. She felt the wetness begin again in her own dark crevice. She tied the blindfold in place. V's head and neck dropped down in a very submissive pose. She looked like a swan with a broken neck. Angelina slid the cane between V's thighs. Resting it there, letting her juices coat it. She'd seen a dildo in a case and she hurried over to retrieve it. She walked back and pulled the cane out of its nest of juice and heat. "Little girl, raise your head." Nothing happened. 

"Little girl?" 

"Mistress?" came a soft murmur. 

"Raise your head up." 

"I don't want to. It's comfortable as it is." 

Angelina stepped back and in a quick movement she cut the woman's leg with the cane. V squealed but she didn't raise her head. Angelina did it again, raising the cane, hearing it sing through the air, feeling the whip slap into the leg. A crimson welt appeared now beneath the sheer dark stockings. Still V wouldn't raise her head. Angelina raised the cane again, whipping it through the air. Crimson welts raised themselves over the top part of V's thighs and she moved about on the wheel as much as the restraints would allow her but she wouldn't raise her head. "Perhaps you need more discipline." Angelina said. 

"Yes, mistress, I think you are right," came her submissive's whisper. How much could she take? Angelina wondered.

She undid the straps, held V so she didn't fall over, turned her around, and re-strapped her so that her back was to her. She walked back to the various instrument cases and selected a pair of scissors. She slowly, deliciously, cut the expensively authentic Victoriana clothing from V's body. The only sound in the room was whispery slicing of the scissors through expensive silks. When V was naked, except for her suspenders and stockings, calf length button up boots, Angelina reached up and removed the top hat. Long black tresses fell down her submissive's back, bouncing as they unwound. Her hair was as beautiful as she was. Angelina wanted to bury her face in all its shiny length. She put the scissors back in their case. She made sure that everything she did was done with purpose, taking her time, building up the suspense for her submissive mistress but also giving herself time to think about what she wanted to do. With V's bare back and arse presented to her, she gently rubbed her hands over the small warm globes, cupping and squeezing each one. She massaged her back, her neck, long gently firm strokes, until V was almost purring. Then she stepped back and quietly picked up the cane. V's breathing hummed into the silence of the room. 

Angelina lifted the cane and brought it down hard on V's back. She jumped within her restraints and whimpered softly. She hadn't expected it so quickly after the loving touch of her new dominator. Angelina used the cane over V's back and bottom, until her flesh was criss-crossed with red lines. After a little while she stopped to check the arm restraints and realised V was crying, very softly, but the little snuffles that came from her told Angelina that enough was enough. She dropped the cane, hearing it clatter on the concrete floor. "V? Are you ok?" She reached out and pulled a strand of wet hair away from the pale face. 

"Yes," came the soft voice. "I am fine, I just had forgotten how painful the cane can be." 

"Well, you did ask for it really, you refused to do as I asked."

"Yes, I know. I did deserve it."

Then she said something unexpectedly. "Would you help me, mistress?"

"Help you? With what?"

"I want to come. Before you say no, which as my mistress you are entitled to, I want to remind you that when this is over, our positions are reversed." Angelina looked closely at her employer -- was that a smile she could see in the dimples of the woman's cheeks? She wasn't sure but of course V was right -- they were employer and employee, no matter what games they might play.

"I agree with you. I will help you come though I hope it's not going to be all one-sided," she said with what she hoped was enough brusqueness in her voice to convey some measure of the mistress she was currently trying to be. "Keep me tied up, but use the dildo on me. Stick it in me and fuck me with it as hard as you can." The little girl attitude was suddenly gone, and a hard slutty voice erupted from the luscious mouth.

Angelina picked up the latex dildo and, on a whim, she poked it against the side of V's mouth. Blindly V turned her head, opened her lips and took the dildo in, sucking on it and making it wet with her saliva. Angelina pulled it out of her mouth and walked around behind her. She pushed the dildo inside V's dripping pussy. It slid in easily, quickly, and she began to pump it back and forth, as hard as she could. Her own pussy was so wet she wanted to strip her jodphurs off and touch herself but she couldn't do both so she plunged the latex cock in and out of her mistress, bending forward so that she could bite the peachy arse, lick the long line of her delectable crack. She fucked her as hard as she herself wanted to be fucked. She wished she had a harness for the cock -- she wanted desperately now to feel the woman's body against hers. She didn't know how far she could go though -- whether she would get the chance to make love to V or whether she would only dominate her in a fairly one-sided way. V hadn't indicated that she wanted her sexually, just that she wanted her to be dominant with her. She supposed she could insist on the sex as part of the dominance scene but that wasn't her style. She preferred to be desired for herself not because she was forcing herself onto someone. As she thought this, V suddenly screamed out 'Oh God, no, no. Ohhh, please, I'm coming." Her inner honey flowed out of her like a river breaching its walls; Angelina's hand and lower arm was covered in her juices. She kept the dildo inside V, slowing down its pace, while V shuddered and shook her way through to the end of her orgasm. 

Angelina removed the dildo and slowly undid the wrist and ankle restraints. She held V again so that she didn't fall. Having been held in such tight constraint she was now in danger of toppling over. V pressed against Angelina before reaching up to pull her blindfold off. "My God, that was fantastic. Obviously when I hired you, I had no idea of the extent of your talents, but I can see I won't be disappointed. Your attention to detail is to be commended."

She bent down to pick up the tattered garments that lay strewn on the floor around them, filling her arms with the material. When she stood up, a smile was playing around her luscious lips. "Angelina? You look sad. Are you?"

"No, of course not. How could I be sad? I got to play with you -- you know how many people would like to be in my position?"

V stepped up close to her. "I'm not sure about you, beautiful Angelina. Kiss me." A wanted but unexpected demand but again Angelina hesitated. Kissing her boss was probably not a good idea. "You don't want to? I made a mistake, I'm sorry. I thought that doing what you did to me meant something other than just a play scene. I misinterpreted the signs." 

Angelina felt V begin to pull away from her, her shyness and her natural aloofness working to remove her from the scene. "No, you didn't misinterpret me, V. I just don't know if it's a good idea to kiss you. I want to, very much. But as you said our roles are about to reverse."

"I know but I really want to kiss you, to feel your lips on mine, our tongues entwined. Don't you think we should?" Angelina looked into V's dark blue eyes, she looked at the red lips slightly chewed now, their outline softened, but still as pouty and kissable. She pulled the clothing out of V's arms, threw it onto the ground, put her arms around the smaller woman, and bent down down. She found lips warm and plump that opened to hers, a tongue that snaked out and found hers, that drew her in closer and closer, arms that held her equally tightly. V was mistress of many but in Angelina perhaps she had finally met someone who would be her mistress, her Madame, her keeper. Hmmm, maybe this was what bliss felt like. 



Madamefifi's Ch. 01



I bought the hotel 10 years ago when Blackpool was at its peak. That didn’t last for long and after saying goodbye to my last customers last year, I took a break. I needed to decide what to do with a place that had 14 en-suite bedrooms and 4 communal rooms. A lodging house? No. A luxury spa? No. Student Accommodation? No. Foster home? Definitely not. So all I was left with was my personal favourite - a brothel. 

Now I didn’t just want any old whore-house, but a more up-market establishment. The idea of my sea-front hotel being used for sex amused me…what would all those old crones think walking down the promenade on a cold Saturday night. 

With an idea of what I wanted I needed to sort a few minor details out…décor being the top of my list. Each room needed to be unique, and you’ll discover how unique as you read on. After a bit of scouting through select agencies and friends I found the right girls for the job too, again each one was a bit different. 

Well, word spread, as it does, and to all extents and purposes I was ‘open’ for business. It was a slow start but soon some of my ‘rooms’ had attracted some attention and I began to get a solid customer base.

Andrew was, and still is my favourite. He was a quiet man who found it hard to talk to women and so he came to me. He was 25, tall and dark and liked no-frills sex. His favourite girl was Fiona, an average sized girl with large breasts and an ample arse. They soon they had a weekly agreement. From my CCTV camera in the office I could keep an eye on what was going on….

It wasn’t his normal night, but he seemed a bit pent up. Entering the foyer he stood awkwardly like a child in a place he knew he shouldn’t be. Fiona had spotted him from the top of the stairs and after a bit of preening in the mirror went down to meet him. He liked her in jeans and a white t-shirt. No underwear. 

Taking him by the hand she led him to room 1. This is the plainest of the rooms, just a big bed and a big chair. She pushed him onto the bed and whispered in his ear. I couldn’t make out what she said but it made him blush. However this didn’t stop him. He quickly undid his pants and sat on the large chair in the window.

Dropping to her knees she took his cock in her hand and slowly pumped him until he was ready. With a quick squeeze of his balls she began to flick the head with her tongue. His eyes closed as he grabbed onto the chair and as she licked up and down the shaft he began to shake. Pausing to look up at him Fiona could see he was well on the way to cuming…he always was a quick one, but Fiona knew what to do. Kneeling up she took off her top to reveal her breasts. Andrew loved her breasts and took them in his hands. He gently teased the nipples to a point before taking one in his mouth. I could almost see how wet this was making Fiona; she was writhing under his touch. 

But she knew she was meant to be doing the work today, not him, and so she pulled away and bent to her task. Taking his whole cock into her mouth she began to suck faster and faster. As he was reaching climax she moved her mouth away and returned to licking the shaft. With her head positioned as it was I could tell that she was probably rimming him, gently licking and tickling around his anus. His face told me I was correct. Two seconds later and he had shot his load over her face. 

With Andrew finished I could see Fiona go into the bathroom to wash her face. What Fiona couldn’t see is that Andrew had followed her. Standing behind her he reached forward and gently held her breasts. I could see her smile in the mirror and try to explain that it wasn’t necessary for him to do that. From what I could see it turns out that he wanted to.

Leading her to the bed he removed the rest of his clothes and helped her out of her jeans. Pushing her down on the bed he knelt between her legs, and after taking a long breath, inhaling her smell, he put his mouth to her pussy. I could see her convulse. Fiona had always loved men going down on her. I had always loved watching it. I could imagine the way he was licking around her lips and probing inside her, purposefully keeping away from her clitoris until she could wait to more. 

I had had the CCTV cameras installed for the girls’ safety, but found that they could prove to be good fun too. At this time I had one hand down my knickers playing with my clit and the other holding a breast, pinching the nipple. Fiona and I came at exactly the same time. 

But Andrew wasn’t finished. It seems at this point he had regained his erection and for the first time I caught a glimpse of it. It wasn’t particularly long, but it had a good girth. Turning Fiona around, he pulled her to her knees and pushed quickly and hard from behind. I heard the groan form both of them…a mixture of pleasure and pain. Pushing harder and faster Andrew came quickly, but before pulling away he used one hand to play with Fiona’s clit and the other to push his little finger up her arse. She nearly screamed with the sensation and after pushing back on his hands and cock she came quickly and hard.

As Andrew left the room Fiona waved a goodbye, and turning to face her blew her a kiss goodbye.



Madamefifi's Ch. 02



Now I know I’ve mentioned some of my more unusual rooms, and so I’ll share a story of how I took my first customer to room four.

The number 4 has always been my lucky number, and so I made this room especially for me. I don’t normally take clients either, but when Mr Jones walked through my door I couldn’t refuse. He was solid looking – not fat – and dark. He looked foreign and he looked like he could show a woman a good time. He was in Blackpool on a business trip and fancied some ‘fun’ away from the crowds. He ended up at mine. 

“What are you after?” I ask “Whatever you can supply. I’m not afraid” was his reply Now room four isn’t that different, but it can intimidate some men. I didn’t think that would be the case with Jones.

The room is on the ground floor with a massive plate glass window looking onto the promenade. The walls are painted in a deep red and the four poster bed dominates the room. There are no curtains. 

“Isn’t this exhibition or something?” he says smiling as he turns to me. “Well it would be but this is a two way mirror – we can see them, but they can’t see us. Unless I want them to”

By this point Jones had removed his shirt and was stood with his hands on the mirror looking out at the sea. Moving behind him I start to unbuckle his pants. I can feel him getting hard and stroke him through his tight boxer shorts. “mmmmmm” he says without moving an inch. I can see that I’m going to have to work for this.

Pushing his boxers down I held his penis; it was large, in every way and was twitching with the excitement. Starting to rub both of my hands up and down the shaft I whisper in his ear “Do you like that? Want me to rub some more?” he grunts in the affirmative. All the while he stares out of the window. People walk past and one girl even comes up to check her lipstick. She looks a bit too close and just sees his face. It gives her a shock and she moves on.

“I thought no-one could see in?” He says turning around quickly. “They can’t unless they get that close…and they don’t – normally” but I can see that it has really turned him on and he resumes his position. Pushing one hand between his legs I tickle the base of his cock, and as he spreads his legs a bit more I just touch his anus. “What the hell are you doing?” he yells although I can see that he liked what I was doing. I move my hands away and turn him around. 

In my Basque and suspenders I make quite a site. I’m not the slimmest in the world, but my breasts more than make up for it. They are virtually spilling over, with just a hint of nipple showing. I can see that he likes what he sees and he pushes me onto the bed. Resting one leg next to me on the bed he stands in front of me a pushes his huge cock in my face. I can see some pre-cum on the tip and tentatively lick it off. “oh yeah baby” he moans as I continue to lick the tip and shaft. It’s hard to fit it all in my mouth in one go, but I manage – just. 

After a few minutes of pumping his cock with my mouth and hand he pulls away and returns to the window. Something has caught his eye. Across the promenade on a bench sits one of my girls, Katalina. It’s late by this point and the prom is deserted. It’s a good job really. She is sat on a bench facing the room with no underwear on with her legs spread. “Holy Fuck” Jones almost whispers “She’s for you and me baby” I reply.

“Can she see us?” he asks. You see this is where the fun starts. When the building was build I had this window put in and the only way you could see in from outside was by wearing special glasses. She had the glasses on and I told him so. “Christ!” was his only reply.

“You wanna play…” I asked as I moved back to the bed. Knickerless myself, I could be sure that Katalina was as wet as I. The bed is positioned so Jones could make the most of his night. As Jones goes down on me I can see Katalina move her hand between her legs. “oh yeah, mmmmmmmmmmmm” is about all I can manage. I can see Jones eyes on Katalina and suggest an idea.

“Why don’t we see how quick we can make her come…it usually works best if she can copy our actions” Jones is all for it and moves me to the window. Facing away from him he pulls be Basque down to fully expose my breasts. Katalina opens her coat to reveal small and pert breasts. As the wind catches on her nipples they tighten. As John squeezes mine they do the same. I can see Katalina’s lips open slightly as she copies Jones. He is gently squeezing my breasts and pulling at the nipples. As I cry out (in pain or pleasure I can’t quite tell) he roughly kisses me. Thrusting his tongue in my mouth I am helpless. 

He suddenly lets me go, and as I turn to find him I see his has found the handcuffs. Taking each of my hands and ankles he puts me into an akimbo position, totally exposed to Katalina. She is still playing with her tits but I can see she is itching for more. And more she will get. As Jones kneels behind me I can tell what is coming. Moving me slightly I can feel his tongue on the inside of my thighs, roughly licking and nipping. Katalina’s legs are spread a bit more and I can see her shaven pussy. She’s stroking her thighs and writhing on the bench. 

Just as I was watching her get even hotter, Jones tongue darts to my pussy “Oh fuck” I cry out, and can see the same words on Katalina’s lips as she moves her fingers to her pussy. Jones moves around now, oblivious of Katalina and starts to probe my pussy with his tongue, occasionally catching my clit. I want to collapse in pleasure, but can’t. As he pushes on I get closer to cumming and I can see Katalina is too. As Jones pushes me over the edge Katalina pushes two fingers into her wet pussy and cums seconds after I do. 

Limp from the exertion I manage to shake my head as Katalina moves to go. I want her to keep watching. I doubt she’ll mind. “Are you going to let me go now” I manage to croak, still shaking from the orgasm. “Oh no, I’m not done with you too yet”

Moving behind me he begins to tweak my nipples again, and despite them being a bit sore I let him carry on. Sore can be good! His hands move down my body to my pussy and begin to stroke my slit. His fingers are now soaked in my juices and as he offers me the wet fingers I take them greedily into my mouth. I’ve always loved the taste of pussy. He moves his hands back down to my pussy and pushes two fingers deep into my pussy. I can see that Katalina is getting hot again and decide to let myself go. 

As he plays with my pussy I lean back onto him and he begins to nibble my neck “mmmmmmmmm” I moan “you’ve got such bit hands….I love it when you touch me there…ah!” At that point he had pushed a third finger in to my pussy and was using his other hand on my clit. I look over to Katalina and see that a friend had joined her. Paul was Bi and sometimes helped out. He also had a soft spot for Katalina. As he pushed her down on the bench Jones pulled his fingers out and pulled my arse towards him. As Paul and Katalina get down to some frantic one on one sex on the bench Jones pushes his cock into my pussy. I wasn’t prepared for the size, and it took me a few seconds to become accustomed to it.

Paul and Jones were now pumping at virtually the same speed and both myself and Katalina came in seconds, but Jones wasn’t so satisfied. Pulling out he spread my juices from my pussy to my arse. I knew what was coming but wasn’t sure I was ready for such a big cock “Use your hand first” I begged, not expecting him to comply, but the next thing I know I felt a finger probing my anus. With all the juice it slipped in quite easily and soon he had added another and another. 

After pumping my arse with his hand he suddenly drew his hand away and rammed his cock all the way into my arse. I don’t think I have ever felt so full. He gave me a second to get used to his size and then began to pump slowly but firmly. It was exquisite. “oh yeah baby, that’s it…fuck my ass as hard as you can…I wanna feel you fire you cum right inside me” The words had the desired affect and he came quickly. With a little help from his hand I soon climaxed again. 

Looking out the window we could see Paul and Katalina laughing and applauding us, and after unlocking the handcuffs, Jones said his goodbyes. That’s one customer I wouldn’t mind seeing again.



Madamefifi's Ch. 03



Leanne and Gemma liked to share a room on the top floor, partially due to its size and view, but mainly because they liked ‘sharing’. They too were well liked by the customers, and not just the male ones. We often have couples coming through our doors (if you’ll excuse the pun!) in a bid to explore their sexuality without cheating on their respective partners, and more often than not they enjoy what they do.

On this Saturday night Kate and Tom walked through my doors and asked for Gemma after hearing a recommendation from a friend. I explained the situation with Leanne and Gemma, and after a quick chat they decided to take me up on the ‘double’ offer.

It’s a long walk to the top of the ‘hotel’ and I could see that they were both out of breath by the time they reached the room – either that or they were excited…take your pick!

With a tentative knock on the door, Kate leads the way in, and I can see from her face that she is relieved at what she sees. There are no sleazy costumes, no tacky décor and no kinky apparatus. It is basically a cosy room with two king size beds, a chest of drawers, TV, video and a large sofa. In essence it was similar to the large dorm rooms you see at college. Similarly the girls are dressed in normal clothes. Leanne in a knee length skirt and blouse, and Gemma in cut-off shorts and a baby pink t-shirt.


Kate, despite her bravado, is very unsure now and has no idea how to approach these two women. Tom, whilst obviously happy at the situation, is also intimidated.

“Wanna watch a video?” tries Gemma. With a nod of a head from Kate she moves to the TV. “Chitty bang bang or Mary Poppins?”

“Errrr…have you anything a bit more grown up?” ventures Tom. With a sly smile Leanne leans into her bedside drawer and pulls out her favourite. Untitled, the video covers pretty much everything to do with group sex…all male, all female, 2 men one woman, two women one man…and so on.

“Do you want to get comfy on the bed” Leanne asks as she crawls her way to the top with the remote. Tom and Kate sit next to her holding hands as Gemma moves to the other side. Flicking the video on it starts with three women (as does most porn that I’ve ever seen!). The graphic images of women holding and squeezing and licking each others breasts, followed by hands exploring between each others legs soon heats Tom up and his excitement becomes evident for all.

Taking the initiative, Leanne leans over and starts stroking Tom’s leg, whispering in his ear “would you like to see me do that to your wife? To see me tease her nipple? To see me touch her pussy? Hmmmm?” Despite the whispering Kate hears and from her breathing seems to agree with the ideas that Leanne is proposing. 

Accepting this as her cue Gemma joins in. Stroking Kate’s leg with one hand, she leans over and starts to unbutton Kate’s blouse. Pulling it aside, she reveals a red lace bra which is struggling to contain Kate’s breasts. With a murmur of approval she bends he head to her breasts. Using both hands on her breasts now as she teases them both with her tongue, Gemma becomes engrossed in her task. By this point Tom has become more than a little excited and his discomfort is evident. Leaning down Leanne unbuttons his flies and slowly pulls his trousers and socks off. He helps himself by removing the boxers. The video is long forgotten.

Moving himself to a more comfortable position he allows Leanne to work her way up the inside of his legs with small soft bites, culminating in her taking one of his testicles in his mouth. The gasp that he lets out elicits a response from Kate who is immediately drawn to the site she sees. 

Moving Gemma aside, she removes her skirt to reveal a matching red thong, and kneels over Tom. With a quick glance at Leanne to make sure its ok to do this, she begins by slowly licking the shaft of Toms penis. Moving to the head of his cock she teases him with her tongue before taking his length in her mouth. 

By this point Kate was on her knees sucking Tom to close to his climax, but Leanne and Gemma had other ideas. Moving from his testicles she gently touched Kate's lips with her tongue. A little taken aback to begin with, Kate soon adjusted, and after a few minutes was altering her tongue between her husbands cock and this whores mouth. Leanne in turn was playing equal measure to squeezing and playing with Tom’s bollocks and tweaking Kate's nipples. 

Gemma meanwhile had not been idle. Having removed her own clothes she came back to Kate, who as I said was on all fours by this point. Moving behind Kate Gemma started kissing the back of her thighs. This time there was no hesitation and Kate leant back to meet Gemma’s mouth as it reached her pussy. Gemma too wasted no time as she thrust her tongue into Kate's now dripping cunt.

“Holy Shit” cried Tom as Kate's teeth caught the shaft of his now massive cock. “Sorry!” but Tom just grinned “that’s ok, I quite liked it”. But Kate was miles away by now. What with Gemma’s tongue working frantically on her clit and Tom’s cock in her mouth she couldn’t be happier. It was just as Tom came over her breasts and Leanne’s face that she too reached her climax. I’m sure the screams from those two could be heard throughout the building

“OK” said Leanne “now its time for the main course” as she led Gemma to the foot of the bed. Giving Kate and Tom a bit of time to recover, Gemma and Leanne started dancing at the bottom of the bed to the music coming from the video. Their bodies were smooth and lithe, and soon they were all over each other. As Gemma nibbled and kissed Leanne’ neck, Leanne’s hand were wondering down her body, grasping her butt cheeks and kneading them with her hands. Using one finger she reached between her ass cheeks and gently stroked the entrance to her pussy. The moan that came from Gemma was enough for Tom and with a quick nod from him they came back to the bed.

“I want you to fuck me, while you lick her out” he commanded Kate. Far from taken aback, Kate straddled Tom and let his cock enter her tight, but wet pussy. “mmmmmm that feels so good” she moaned as her hands reached up to her breasts to tease her nipples. Taking her cue, Gemma stood on the bed, above Tom’s face, directly infront of Kate. Her cleanly shaven pussy was like a magnet to Kate, and grabbing the back of her thighs she pulled it towards her face. Working her tongue around the lips as she pumped Toms cock was too much for her and with a scream she came instantly, but Tom would not let up, and neither would Gemma.

Keeping hold of Kate's head, she kept her there and so Kate carried on. Pushing her tongue between the lips she found her centre, and was surprised at the taste, so much different from her own that she had tasted on Tom’s lips before. Thrusting her tongue deep into Gemma, she didn’t initially notice Leannes hands on her breasts and clit, but when Tom started thrusting upwards harder she became aroused again. Kate had never felt this horny in her life.

Gemma came quickly as Kate's tongue found her clit and started flicking backwards and forwards over it, and moving after moving aside Tom pulled Kate to meet him. “Kiss me” he growled. “I want to taste that bitch in your mouth, and I want you to tell me how much you loved it” Temporarily silenced by the force of his kiss, Kate broke away “You want me to tell you how much I like pussy? Is that it?” with a nod from Tom she continued. 

“You want to know how sweet she tasted on my tongue and how soft she felt?, how much I could eat pussy all day? Because I could, but what is much better for me is you. Having your cock pound into me and take my breath away each time, how when you take my breasts in your mouth…ah….just like that it almost makes me come on the spot, and with Leannes hand on my clit I couldn’t be more satisfied” 

But she was wrong. With tom thrusting her from beneath and playing with her breasts and Leanne playing with her clit and Tom’s cock, she had forgotten Gemma again, but when she felt a hand on her ass she knew what was coming next.

Using one hand, covered with her own pussy juices, Gemma toyed with Kate's ass-hole, gently pressing at the hole before pushing one finger in. Kate pushed well back, happy to have her ass played with, what she didn’t account for was the dildo. Using her mouth to soak it first, Gemma slowly pushed it into Kate's tight arse before slowly pumping it backwards and forwards. 

By this time, Leanne had moved round to take Tom’s place at Kate's breasts and in order to get into a better position(!) she straddled Tom’s face. Kissing Kate, playing with her breasts and having her pussy eaten was too much and she came quickly.

The sensation was too much for Kate, though. With a woman thrusting a tongue into her mouth as her husband pounded her pussy and a whore fucked her ass with a dildo she was overwhelmed, and for the first time in her life she had a multiple orgasm. It hit her hard and as she clenched the tightness in her pussy pushed Tom over the edge. A pussy in his face, a pussy on his dick and the dildo in his wife’s ass all proved a bit to much sensation for Tom and he fired his load deep into her pussy.

Replete, and washed Kate and Tom left, promising themselves to a treat more often in future. 



Madamefifi's Ch. 04



Sophie, technically, wasn’t one of my girls, but in exchange for a room and some food, she would take some of my better looking customers for me. I never really knew her background, except that she had come from Manchester and I never really thought to ask. I wish now that I had.

It was a cold Thursday afternoon and Sophie and I were in the study on the ground floor. I had initially designed it as somewhere where the men could relax either before or afterwards, but it soon came to be my favourite room. The floor to ceiling bookcases were full with books ranging from Mills and Boon to Shakespeare, back to contemporary classics before finishing with Dickens. The large leather sofas dominated the room, and today I had the wood fire burning, giving the room a hazy heat that would melt the coldest of hearts. On top of this was the view across the road of the sea, grey and angry, making it hard to find where the sky ended and the sea began. 

Talking to Sophie about everything and nothing I noticed her attention had left me and was focused outside. Turning around, I didn’t see much, but then my attention was drawn to a tall blonde haired man lingering outside. It was his face that grabbed my attention. He had large brown eyes, a bit like chocolate buttons, just better, about two days worth of beard growth, and the fullest lips I’ve ever seen on a white man. I knew what those lips were capable of, but I also knew from experience that the owners of such lips could be very sulky. But aside from this, his face looked angry. I wasn’t sure who or what he was angry with, but as I turned to make some comment to Sophie I found the seat next to me empty and the door clicking shut.

Moving out into the hall Sophie was nowhere to be seen, and just as I turned to go up to her room I felt a strong draught from the front door as the mysterious stranger walked in. Turning fully to face him, I jumped slightly as the heavy front door banged shut.

“Can I help you sir?” I asked in my most demure voice “Anything in particular you’re after?” with my usual wink and a smile I could relax most of my customers, but not this one.

“Where is she? I want to see her. Now” was his reply.

“Who?”

“You know who. Sophie, my bitch of a girlfriend who thinks it’s ok to sleep around behind my back”

“Oh.” I really needed to think quickly but I wasn’t quick enough, and there was no point lying to a man who thought he knew the truth. He would never have believed me. “I’m not sure. She left me a few minutes ago and I’m not sure where she went. She can’t have left, so if you want to wait in there I’ll send her to you when I find her”

“You lying bitch! You know where she is, and if you don’t tell me I’m going to search this place from top to bottom”

“I really don’t kno…”, but before I could finish he pushed past me and went bounding to the top of the hotel, determined to find his girlfriend, even if he had to search every room one by one. I quickly followed him.

Barging into the top room, I could see that he was shocked by what he saw. Kate and Gemma were in full swing with a couple of young women who had wanted to explore their lesbian sides. From the door he could see Gemma lying back on the bed with her head hanging over the edge as one of the girls was busy licking her out, and the other girl was standing above her head having the favour returned. Kate was out of site, but from the moans I could only assume that she was obliging the first girl with her fingers from behind as she took care of her self. I could almost picture her lying back with one hand in a stranger’s pussy as she pumped her own. No one was aware that we were there so we shut the door quietly and left.

“You can’t go on like this” I yelled as he stormed off down the corridor “I don’t even know your name!”

“Jack. It’s Jack Fitzroy.” was the only reply I got as he burst into another room. Thankfully it was a quiet afternoon and there were only three rooms occupied. He barged into 4 more rooms before he found one that was being used again. But this time I could tell that he was enjoying what he was seeing. 

This room had a big hot-tub in the centre and the room was full of steam. In the bath was an average looking guy, but on top of him was Joey, my Irish beauty. She had long flowing auburn hair and a body to die for. As we watched her she rode her clients cock, all the while pinching her perfect little tits until it made her moan. Moving her hands down as she gyrated I could tell that she was squeezing his cock even more, talking dirty to him as he did. 

“Mmmmm, do you like it when I squeeze that cock of yours. I know I do. It makes it throb inside me and fill me completely” At this she was temporarily quietened as he took one of her breasts in his mouth as his hands worked wonders under the water.

“Oh I love it when you do that. When you touch my clit like that I don’t think I can control myself” And with that she began rocking harder on his cock, her breasts jiggling and she rode her way to a climax, taking him right with her.

Again I pushed Jack out and closed the door. “Look we can’t carry on like this. It isn’t fair on my customers or my girls. I don’t know where Sophie is and you aren’t going to find her this way” He shot me a scathing look “I’m gonna find that bitch, and when I do she’ll pay. I wont be treated like a fool forever” 

My only other room that was being used was in the basement and it was where Beth was taking care of Paul and John, two regulars. But when Jack and I reached the ground floor again, Beth was there reading a book.

“I thought you were with Paul and John this afternoon?” I asked shooting her a quizzical look.

“Yeah I was, but Sophie owed me one so she agreed to do it for me”

I could almost feel Jack burst beside me. “Where is she?” he asked in a worryingly quiet voice.

“Downstairs, third door on the left” Beth replied quickly before I had a chance to intervene. “Shit” was all I was capable of.

Racing after Jack down the stairs, we could both hear the screams from the room. I, being used to this sound knew that she was definitely OK, thought nothing of it, but I assume Jack suspected she was being hurt and barged in.

Even I was shocked by what I saw. I knew Sophie was quite ‘straight’ when it came to sex. Nothing kinky, nothing anal, just straight vaginal penetrative sex. But that wasn’t what faced me.

The floor in this room was a mattress, to accommodate up to 10 people (we often have ‘swingers’ parties here) and boy was she using it.

Sophie’s back was to the door so she didn’t see us. Paul and John were too far gone to care. As Sophie positioned herself over Paul’s cock, John pushed his in her mouth. Temporarily silenced, she rocked on Paul’s cock, used her hand and mouth on John’s, whilst using her other hand on her pussy. Moving her mouth from John’s cock, I heard her speak in a low sultry voice “I’m an anal virgin, but I think it’s time I got over that don’t you?” 

Moving off Paul’s cock altogether she turned round. But despite being shocked at seeing us she stared straight into Jack’s eyes “I don’t belong to you. Now go or stay, I don’t care, but this is what I do, like it or not”. And with that she knelt down and started to suck her juices off Paul’s cock. I could see that Jack was seething, but also mightily aroused, and as such he never said a word, just continued to watch.

Coming back from the cupboard at the side of the room I could see John’s cock and fingers glistening with lube. Moving behind Sophie he spread her butt cheeks and started massaging her pussy before spreading his hand to her arse. Rubbing it to thoroughly cover it with lube I could see Sophie squirming under his touch, before gasping as he slid one finger gently up her arse. Paul had reached up by now and was massaging her pussy. Just as she came John slid another finger in her arse stretching her a bit more. 

By this point she was pushing back on John’s hand and I could see that she was ready for the real thing. As John had a slightly smaller penis that Paul he was the one with the pleasure to take her anal virginity. Taking his hand away he pushed his cock forward in an inch or two, pausing to let her get used to the intrusion. As he felt her relax he pushed forward a bit more and soon had his cock firmly in her arse. Again he gave her time, but as she murmured her approval he began to pump her slowly. 

She was enjoying this. I could see it in her face and wasn’t surprised to see her whisper to Paul. I wasn’t sure what she said but a second later I knew as Paul slid himself beneath her. Pausing in what he was doing to allow her to reposition herself, I could see that the pause was killing John, and as soon as he felt Paul’s cock push into Sophie’s pussy it proved too much and he shot his load. 

As he pulled away Sophie carried on pumping Paul, but before I knew what was happening Jack had removed his trousers and was positioned behind her. He didn’t give a damn about her comfort and just ploughed his cock into her ass as deep as he could get it. Sophie’s scream was not of pain alone as she quivered her way through another orgasm. Paul shot his load as her clenching pussy pushed him over the edge.

As he inched from beneath her Jack pulled out and turned her round.

“Why are you doing this to me? You know I love you. Its only you I want. No one else” he said as he held her

“I know, but I’m scared. You know why, you know about my past. I just can’t get close to men”

“But I’m not men. I’m Jack, and I’ll look after you forever”

As the tears streamed down her face she held on to him as he kissed her deep and hard, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as if to try to punish her. Her hand moved in less of a hugging way into more of a caress. As her hands moved down his back to his arse, his did the same. “I can’t believe I did that” she whispered “it was wonderful. Did you like it?” His reply came in the form of his fingers starting to probe her arse again. 

She squirmed under his touch “Make love to me Jack. Then fuck me” I knew I should leave then but I couldn’t. Neither could Paul and John and we stood there transfixed.

Pushing her down he spread her legs and began to gently kiss his way up her body, pausing at her pussy. Even I could see Paul’s cum, but Jack appeared not to care and began to gently lick the lips of her pussy, moving his tongue around her clit before pushing it in. Her back arched as his fingers found her arse again. But before she could cum he pulled away. 

Moving up he teased her nipples, licking them, then blowing on them, making them stand to attention. She giggled slightly, making her sound embarrassed, I wasn’t sure why she was after earlier, but as he caressed her breasts, squeezing them her giggles turned to moans, and taking his cue his pushed his cock into her. 

Moving slowly to begin with he soon increased his pace pushing her harder and harder until she was moaning so loud I’m sure the whole of Blackpool heard. “Oh god Jack, no one does this like you do. No one completes me like you. Push me harder Jack, Push me……Ahhhhhhh!” she screamed as she came. She smiled and kissed Jack and held him for a while just where he was, feeling his seed slip between her legs.

“Oh no, you won’t get any rest now. I won’t go back on what you asked. Now get up” Sophie wanted nothing more than to curl up and go to sleep, but seeing Jacks hard cock she didn’t resist. Getting on her knee’s she began to touch herself, squeezing her breasts and pushing her hand between her legs before licking the resulting mixture off her fingers.

Pulling her to her feet Jack pushed her over to the wall where he raised one of her legs before ramming his cock as hard as he could into her dripping pussy. He pinched her nipples with his teeth, kissed and bit her neck, pulled her hair and fucked her hard. I could feel the walls vibrate, and heard her moan as she was assaulted by another orgasm. 

Letting her go, she fell on the floor, but he was right behind her “No Jack, no more. I’m sore” she pled

“Oh I’m not planning on using your cunt again, that really has seen enough action today. No, I want to finish what I started with that arse of yours” 

She didn’t protest and even raised herself onto her hands and knees, pushing her arse high into the air. With a deep guttural moan he spread her cheeks even further and pushed hard into her ass. She screamed, he screamed and then they both set into a furious pace. Pumping her hard in the ass he reached round and grabbed her tits pinching them hard before pulling her up and ploughing his fingers into her pussy. Her clit was throbbing and the slightest touch pushed her over the edge. 

Her orgasm was intense and lasted over a minute. His followed soon after and they both collapsed on the floor.

Curling behind her in a spoon position, the last thing I heard Jack say as I closed the door was

“I love you Sophie, I always have. Will you…..” Click.  



Madame's (Milked) Dry Bar



One or two of the women gasped but there was mostly appreciative laughter as they entered the room. 

"WELLLL NOW..." exclaimed Andrea with her thin eyebrows cocked, "Haha, oh my god..." Rebecca managed, as one of the more shocked onlookers

"As you all know, when I want to try something, I do it," Madame explained, very matter-of-factly.

A large couch gave them a full view of the room's very obvious main attraction, but of now, they opted to remain standing, as they circled the gagged and blindfolded boy, aged somewhere in his early 20s. As they stared quietly, they could all hear a faint buzzing. 

"Oh my... you have a vibrator in him too?" Marla asked. Looking at the confined boy, who was squirming ever so slightly against his restrictive bondage. His arms tied behind his back, and his chest tied to a beam behind him. His legs tied to a stool which was also secured to the beam.

Madame slid a hand down the boy's chest as she replied, "Yes, it's the lowest setting of any vibrator I knew. My desire was for a steady, oh-so light stimulation, just enough to drive him a bit wild as his young prostate was to be milked," she explained, as her finger flicked lightly at his stiff left nipple. Andrea, and Mina noticed the reactive cock throb, each dragging their tongues along their lips slightly, in anticipation of what was to come. "There's also a little piston attached to the plug, going in and out of his tight little boy booty. Poor little thing was aching in chastity the whole time he was setting it up for me. Of course his aching is a bit more pronounced now." The women were grinning with amusement, as Madame slid her hand up the boy's chest, lightly across his neck, and off the boy. The boy's back made a pleasant arching movement as he inhaled deeply from the light stimulation. 

A few of the women bent over behind the boy to see the languid movement of the piston. They observed the stool he was on, which seemed more comfortable than they originally assumed. There was a hole cut out near the back to allow the piston to go through. They stared eagerly, at the slow and steady mechanical dick fucking the helpless boy. It was utterly unrelenting, producing a definite pressure against his prostate that prevented the boy from staying totally still. The effortless motion of the piston went in and out of his tender asshole, the depth of each penetration just enough to explore him and stimulate him in his core. The gentle but infinite toying was a deep tease more than any kind of proper fuck. It was perfectly designed to encourage and impel, and certainly not reward or alleviate the bound boy.

Mina, now looking closely at the naked boy's pulsing member which kicked subtly in response to the slow piston thrusts, and grinned while she spoke, "this is quite a fancy setup you have. The brandy snifter is a great touch!" She flicked one of her manicured nails against the glass below the healthy ebbing dick, producing a semi-shrill ring.

Madame grinned as she looked over at Mina. "There needs to be some class while doing this. I certainly couldn't have collected his precum in a pint glass, now could I?" She asked, while chuckling. "Go on, have a taste! He's been producing a lot in the past hour."

Mina bit her lip as she imagined the torturous exstasy the boy must be in after being milked an hour straight. She tilted her head, looking at the glass. Madame was right. There was at least a few tablespoons full of thick, glassy fluid with a pleasant line of gooey precum trailing from his weeping little slit down into the collected discharge. Mina carefully slid her delicate finger behind the web of goo, and pulled a small amount up to her lips, smearing it on her full pout and tasting it demurely. "Mmmm... " she uttered as the intimate sweet flavour of young, fresh pre-spunk lingered on her tongue tip. "You mentioned some shots?"

"Mhmm. Yes, I believe that should be the place to start." Madame took a bottle of premium tequila and a bottle of her finest imported vodka from off the top of the bar and placed them on the coffee table. She carefully swapped out the brandy glass with a fresh one under the boy's leaking penis, the long rope of delicious pre stretching out as she did so, but she managed to save every drop.

The ladies sat down around the couch as Madame prepared the shots. Setting out 5 shot-glasses, she carefully poured half vodka, half tequila in little measures. She then added the precum, dipping into the brandy glass with a tiny silver spoon. She stirred the precious fluid into each one of the shots with with a few twists of the pretty little spoon, gripping it in her slender artful fingers as she twirled it round. Setting the snifter back down, each of the women took hold of a shot, gazing at the intimate mixture of liquor and the milked sex of their little male cow. They held the glasses aloft as Madame toasted, "Cheers, girls!", To which they all smiled, and exclaimed "Cheers!" in response. 

The glass rims were all pressed to painted lips and the shots were swallowed quickly in single tips. As if to remind them of his aching presence, the boy let out a whimper that could be heard through his ball gag. Madame grinned, and looking his way, she reached out an arm so that she could drag a talon-like fingernail lightly along the inside of his thigh. "So..." Madame began while watching the shivering male she was teasing, "shall we try a mojito, ladies?" 

"Mmm, yes LET'S!" Rebecca said eagerly, the distinctive flavor of the last drink warming her mischievous heart. The girls were all staring at the boy's behavior as they spoke. As Madame teased him, his toes were curled up, and his nostrils were flaring as his breaths became deeper and deeper. "Of course, when we do this for real, we'll probably need between 5 to 10 ... dispensers." Madame explained, contently, settling on the word to describe the virile little males' roles. "We may have to split this drink or just pass it around."

"Sip, sip, pass?" Andrea offered conspiratorially, smirking as she imagined the taste of the next drink.

Madame nodded with a grin, and stood up, walking behind the boy, Giving him a brief respite from her cruel nail by sliding just her soft finger tips up the leg of the boy. His cock had been growing almost as soon as she began touching him, an extra level of arousal above and beyond the steady rhythmic effect of the vibrator knocking on his inner pleasure spot. He seemed to realize what was coming, which just made Madame want to tease him more. She slid her hand up and over his tight chest and grabbed one of his nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She pinched at the boy nub, and tugged, causing the boy a flash of slight pain. His back arched and a muffled cry came out of his throat as she handled him cruelly. The girls laughed, as they watched. "Would anyone like to do the honors?" Madame asked... sliding her hand down the boy's stomach, her finger and thumb slightly encircling the base of pulsating swollen meat, indicating the task at hand.

Mina grinned and got up. "Dibs!" She called out, regressing to a schoolgirl in her excitement. "Then I get to hold the glass!" Marla said, smiling wide. Madame slid her hand back up the boy's chest as the two ladies got into position.

Mina stood close, giving the boy's ear a breathy lick, planting her tongue on his lobe before wrapping her smooth hand tightly around the base of the already straining, rock hard cock. The tip was almost purplish in color, and bulging wider than his shaft. Madame stayed behind the boy, just off to the side of the beam. She smiled at the thought of how difficult it would be for the boy to detect who was doing what to him with the blindfold on. She kept her hand on her boy's shoulder, squeezing gently to remind him she was there. Rebecca and Andrea stood on either side of the boy to watch eagerly, very much enjoying the struggling boy's obvious discomfort and bubbling fear and embarrassment, all of which was wrestling in him with his raging levels of lust. Marla bent slightly and held the snifter close enough to receive him, without restricting Mina's movements.

Mina, continued to toy with the cock, jerking it deliciously and expertly, a fluid roll to her wrist as she tugged, while Madame bent down to turn up the vibrator, and the speed of the piston. The boy quivered beneath their combined touch, releasing a muffled, and amusing moan. Andrea slid her hand up the boy's side... and across his chest, feeling his warmth and seeking out his madly quickening heart beat. Mina's hand kept stroking the boy's cock steadily. Not too roughly, but treating it with care and skillful luxury, not wanting to diminish it's ability to take the next few milkings throughout the night. Rebecca watched excitedly, as Madame bent down, with an evil grin on her face, whispered into the boy's ear, "Don't keep us waiting, boy. We're quite thirsty. CUM. NOW."

The boy's body convulsed almost instantaneously at the order, then stiffened up as his muscles tightened in the epic climax waving through him. His balls tight to his body as the liquid was extracted from him. Marla was ready with the glass, and Mina aimed the cock slightly down when the dick began to pulse. She could feel through his cock flesh, the gush of ejaculate flowing up his urethra. His first bolt of cream shot out so forcefully that Marla gasped and almost missed some of it, but it drummed against the side of the glass, thick and soupy and alive as it oozed downward. His next three or four shots kicked just as hard as his fat, hyper-stimulated nuts flowered and gave up their seed for the women who owned it. The ladies were eager to use his body's produce for their luxurious little pleasures. Mina slowed her strokes as his dick leaked with less force, then properly milking the cock like a cow udder, with a few tight gripped tugs. The snifter was nearly half filled with his thick pleasant cum.

"That was hot..." Rebecca purred, smiling, the floral smell of teen spunk pricking deliciously at her nose as the scent of the fresh cum perfumed the air. Her panties were a touch more damp than they had been a few glorious moments ago. Mina teasingly milked the cock a few more times slowly from base to tip, squeezing it hard as she did so, getting the last few drops of the load to fall out of his compressed slit, and down into the pearly mess collected in the snifter.

Madame grinned wider, reducing the speed of the vibe and the piston again. She then caressed his cheek as he panted deeply in recovery, "GOOOOOD boy." she cooed, before leaving him to walk behind the bar, pulling out the ingredients, and a large glass. Mina and Marla worked together to drag the rim of the brandy snifter against the boy's tip to get the very last droplets of his cum that he could provide. As the did so, Madame carefully squeezed the limes and added the mint and rum. She handed the glass to Rebecca to mash it all up. Marla set the snifter onto the table. Madame instructed Andrea fill the mojito glass with ice and soda water, while she got some powdered sugar and added it to the snifter. She got out a small electric whisk and proceeded to whisk up the mixture, adding a little powdered sugar as she went. The ladies sampled the mixture, a few fingers dipping in to be sucked off... Andrea and Mina's eyes meeting, and Andrea sucking the drink mixture off Mina's finger. "Mmmm... that's good," they all agreed. Madame then poured the fresh cum and sugar on top of the mojito and let the special addition trickle slowly through the perfect drink. 

As the ladies sat around the couch, passing the mojito between each other and savoring it, they discussed their plans for a larger party in the future. They brainstormed several boys being lined up, both for their amusement, and to be used as dispensers. All bound and gagged like the boy in their presence now. They decided on having the two cutest boys untied at all times, to do the drink mixing and the serving, While the ladies would always perform the finishing touches to the drinks, and the milking of the boys when needed. At all other times, the boys would be each hooked up to the light buzz of a vibrator, and the gentle dicking of a piston, all to warm them up, and provide plenty of precum to be used in their drinks as the party would begin.

The ladies had a few more drinks that night mixed with the young boy's cum. They thoroughly enjoyed his constant state of torture from the robotic plug. His body was shivering and his abs and other muscles were tensing in agony. The boy was milked five times total, even though he didn't produce anything usable the last two. They just wanted to watch him squirm.

At the end of the night, Madame unbound the boy, removed his blindfold, and gag. Then led the boy to the coffee table, and tied him down, face up... so that he could unwind as the ladies kept drinking and occasionally played with his exposed body. He couldn't wait for the next party.



Madame's Reward



As I moved slowly towards her, I felt the thick carpet compress under my feet. I took in my new surroundings and paraded obediently, hands positioned precisely as she requested. The tactile feel of the pile was the first thing I noticed when I walked into Madame's new playroom.

"Perfect for kneeling on!" she told me with a wink.

A cursory glance around showed that the walls were tastefully decorated - as only Madame knew how. Subtle lighting made the room seem dark, yet somehow welcoming. Much to my surprise, I already felt at home.

After a few seconds adjusting to the new surroundings, my eyes focused on a small lamp set on a table, shining dimly in the corner.

At first, this seemed fairly innocuous, but it was quickly obvious that this was positioned intentionally. Beneath the lamp lay Madame's prized toys, highlighted by the pool of light. It was evident that these were laid out in an almost surgical manner almost as if what lay ahead had been planned meticulously. Knowing Madame, I had no doubt that it had been.

"I hope you have cleaned and prepped yourself for me, my little whore," with these words seemingly echoing down the corridor as she spoke.

Madame was very particular about presentation. Although I had taken what some might consider to be an excessive amount of time to ready myself for Madame, it never seemed like enough. Everything was as trim and tidy as I could manage, just as she liked it. I hoped that I had not forgotten or missed any areas, yet at the same time I longed for her to find something minutely wrong to extract more discipline.

Then to intensify my feeling of subservience, she smacked my cock firmly, six times. My previously semi erect penis was now rock hard, the new and unusual looking cock ring that I had obediently been wearing was now straining against my swelling parts.

"You rather like that, don't you?" said Madame playfully as my cock visibly twitched with frustration...

"I love it Madame," I replied in a breathless tone, knowing that it was utterly pointless trying to hide my desperation and desire.

She looked over me with a thoughtful glance, almost as if she wanted to say something, but quickly moved on before divulging whatever secret she was withholding.

"Good!" she replied with a slight smile. Well, don't let it get too hard yet! I have something special to give you later."

It was certainly not unusual for Madame to leave me wondering. The toys on the side looked typical enough. She had been promising to treat me for good behaviour and I had been very good indeed. I reasoned that it must be a *very* special reward for Madame to be so secretive.

"On all fours now slut," she said with a firm, authoritative tone. "It's time to inspect."

I was very used to this procedure. Madame had taken much time to instruct me how she wished me to pose, with my back arched and arms bent. I glanced at her as I looked down, taking a moment to admire her presence. 

As Madame gracefully moved, a boot came to rest a few inches from my face. It was immaculate with the exception of a small stain on the tip.

"Madame, forgive me, but I think I may have left a small blemish on your boot."

She paused for a moment. "Yes slave, I know this. In fact I was saving it. The thing is...it's not yours!" she exclaimed, with a hint of mock pity.

I knew that it was not just me that Madame had taken under her protection, but it still felt strange to know that there were others also enjoying her presence.

"In fact, as you know, it is not Madame's responsibility to clean, is it now?" she said as I nodded submissively in agreement. "So you know what to do...lick it off."

I hesitated. Despite my initial unease, I knew I had no choice. I was here to please her and what she commands, I must do. 

My tongue gingerly explored the smooth texture and the salty taste immediately presented itself. Over the next few seconds the initial dislike took me by surprise by developing into pleasure at the taste of another's cum. Despite my guilt, I obediently moved my lips and my tongue was soon exploring every inch of her now delicious boot.

"You're going to get very good at this, you know that, don't you?" she whispered with a wry smile. "Yes, thank you Madame," I eagerly replied between delicious licks, now relishing every moment of having my mouth stuffed full of sticky boot.

"Perhaps I'll call you my little cum slut soon," said Madame, followed by a laugh... "I can tell you're enjoying it!"

She was right. Madame always was.

After a few lingering moments of Madame enjoying my unexpected enthusiasm, she tugged at my hair, pulling my head back. "You can stop now, I think you have sufficiently cleaned it!" with a satisfied grin spreading across her face.

I gasped for air, having been so focused on her task that even breathing had become secondary. My mouth withdrew slowly and left several gentle kisses on her foot as if to further convince further of my devotion.

Madame walked around me trailing a long flogger down my back. Goosebumps rose across me involuntarily - my cock and ass twitching in unison, each equally tortured by the desire for her to go lower. I arched myself almost as if to invite further, desperate for her to explore, but almost as if to read my thoughts, she stopped before reaching my most sensitive areas.

"Calm yourself slut, you will have to work harder if you want that!"

It was clear what I craved, but would have to please her further if I had any chance of receiving a release. I was starting to wonder how much more I could take.

"Madame," I whispered pleadingly, "your little whore is desperate for more. I would do anything."

Madame finally had the response she was waiting for. My expression was an obvious cocktail of exasperation and pleasured frustration.

"Stay put slave," she ordered. "No touching yourself whilst my back is turned."

"Is this my reward, Madame?" I asked inquisitively.

Her face remained without expression, apart from a slight raise of the eyebrows. "Something like that," she replied coquettishly and turned walked across the room to the table.

As she moved and I was out of sight, I looked up and gazed upon her form. A feeling rose in me of pride and affection. I may not be her only slut, but I would be her best slut to prove my worthiness. Perhaps in return she would let me have the release that I so desperately wanted and make me hers alone.

"Here we are slave," she whispered almost to herself, as a metal object was pulled from it's resting place in the drawer. 

My reward. With, quite literally...a catch.

I could barely make out the shape in the light other than my Madame standing seductively in her tight corset and boots, hand on her hip, dangling the piece from a finger in her other hand. A moment of silence fell across the room as my expression dropped. 

"Yes. It's a cock cage, isn't it?" said Madame with a teasing smile.

A sudden realisation dawned upon me. The cock ring was just a simple harness for the cage. Madame had been preparing me for weeks.

"As I am a kind Mistress, I thought you should wear that piece for a little while to make sure you're comfortable. You're going to be wearing this quite a bit from now on, aren't you?"

The thought of it filled me with a mixture of excitement and concern. It had already been a month since I had last cum, after she had graciously used her favourite strap-on as a treat for repeated oral servitude. I remember her satisfaction as I begged Madame to take me as hers, teasing and fucking me from behind with the entire length of her huge dildo - before taking me to what was to become the final and most momentous orgasm of my life.

Afterwards I had followed Madame's instructions carefully and not pleasured myself outside of her presence. I instantly wished that I had taken the opportunity to enjoy a final sweet release - then I reminded yours truly that I am here to serve what she commands.

I resigned myself.

"Yes Madame, this will make me yours and yours alone. I want to be good for you. You hold the key to my pleasure at all times and I am yours to own."

As I became harder from the thought serving my Madame in such a way - to be so restricted in how my pleasure is served - I wondered how this would fit over my now seemingly permanently engorged cock. Desperate to cum, yet from now on destined to be denied.

As Madame walked over, strutting confidently across the floor to me, it wouldn't be long until I found out.



मधुरी मेडम की मधुर मधुर चूत का पानी



मधुरी मेडम की मधुर मधुर चूत का पानी 

प्रेषक : प्रेषक : रविराम69 © (मस्तराम मुसाफिर)

Note:
This story has adult and incest contents. Please do not read who are under 18 age or not like incest contents. This is a sex story in hindi font, adult story in hindi font, gandi kahani in hindi font, family sex stories


पटकथा: (कहानी के बारे में) :
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 /  /  कोचिंग की मधुरी मेडम की मस्त चूत ने मोटे लण्ड का स्वाद चखा  /  / 
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मैं परीक्षा देकर फ़्री हुआ था और परिणाम आने में तीन महीने का समय था /  यह वो समय होता है जब हर लड़का अपने बढ़े हुए लण्ड के प्रति आकार्षित रहता है, साथ-साथ बढ़ती हुई काली-काली घुंघराली झांटे उसका मन जल्दी से किसी नशीली चूत का रस पान करने को प्रेरित करती हैं /  

मैंने फ़्री टाइम को सही इस्तेमाल करने के लिये एक इंगलिश स्पीकिंग कोर्स ज्वाइन कर लिया /  हमारे घर से थोड़ी दूर पर एक नया इंगलिश कोचिंग सेंटर खुला था जहां मैं अपना एडमीशन लेने पहुंच गया /  मेरे लौड़े की किस्मत अच्छी थी वहाँ जाते ही मेरा सामना एक कमसिन, अल्हड़, मदमस्त, जवान, औरत से हुआ जो पता चला कि वहाँ की टीचर है /  

उसके गोरे-गोरे तन बदन को देखते ही मेरा तो लौड़ा चड्ढी में ही उचकने लगा /  उसकी खुशबूदार सांसों ने मन में तूफ़ान पैदा कर डाला था /  मन तो उसके तुरंत चोदने को कर रहा था पर क्या करता वहाँ तो पढ़ने गया था।

एडमीशन देते हुए वो भी मुझे आंखों ही आंखों में तौल रही थी /  वो 28 साल की भरे बदन वाली मैडम थी /  
शादी-शुदा, उसकी दोनों चूचियां 2-2 किलो की थी और उसके गद्देदार मोटे चूतड़ (गांड) उभार लिये संगमरमर की मूरत से तराशे हुए हिलते ऐसे लगते थे जैसे कह रहे हों- आजा राजा इस गांड को बजा जा !

मैंने एडमीशन लेकर पूछा- कितने बजे आना है मैडम?

वो मुस्करा कर बोली- सुबह सात बजे आना।

"साथ क्या लाना है?"

"वो बोली एक कोपी बस।"
अचानक पीछे से आवाज़ आई - सुनो तुम्हारा नाम क्या है ?
मैने कहा - जी मेरा नाम तो रविराम है पर प्यार से लोग मुझे रवि कहते हैं.
वो बोली - तो फिर ठीक है , मैं प्यार से तुम्हे रवि बोलूँगी .
कहकर वो स्टाइल में  मुस्करा दी, मैने भी मुस्करा कर जवाब दे दिया.

मैं घर वापस आ गया पर सारी रात सुबह होने के इंतज़ार में सो न सका /  रात भर मैडम की हसीन मुस्कान और चेहरा सामने था /  मैं बार-बार उनके ब्लाउज़ में कैद उन दो बड़े बड़े मस्त कबूतरों का ध्यान कर रहा था जो बाहर आने को बेताब थे /  उनकी चूत कैसी होगी? गुलाबी चूत पे काला सिंघाड़ा होगा, उनकी चूत का लहसुन मोटा होगा या पतला, मुलायम मीठा या नमकीन, कितना नशा होगा उनके चूत के रस में? उनकी बुर की फांके गुलाब की पत्तियों सी फैला दूं तो क्या हो? यह कल्पना और मदहोश कर रही थी जिससे मेरे लण्ड फूल कर लम्बा और मोटा हो गया था और मेरी चड्ढी में उसने गीला पानी छोड़ दिया।

अगले दिन सुबह, जल्दी से नहा कर मैं इंगलिश की कोचिंग में समय से पहुंच गया /  उस क्लास में और भी कुछ हसीन लड़कियां थीं /  कुछ खूबसूरत शादी-शुदा औरतें भी थी जो हाई क्लास सोसाइटी में अपनी धाक जमाने के लिये इंगलिश सीखना चाह रही थीं ताकि हाई क्लास की रंगीनियों का मज़ा उठाया जा सके /  मैं पीछे की सीट पर बैठ गया /  थोड़ी देर में मैडम वहाँ आई और गुड मोर्निंग के साथ मुझ पर नज़र पड़ते ही बोली- तुम आगे आकर बैठो।

उनके कहने पर मैं आगे की सीट पर बैठ गया /  वो सबको अपना परिचय हुए बोली- हाय मैं माधुरी हूँ /  अब आप लोग अपना परिचय दीजिये /  हम सबने अपना-अपना परिचय दिया /  फिर वो ब्लैक बोर्ड की तरफ़ मुड़कर लिखने लगी /  जैसे ही वो मुड़ी, उनकी गांड मेरे सामने थी और मन फिर उनकी गांड मारने के ख्याल में खो गया /  क्या करुं जवानी 18 साल की कहां शांत रहती?

वो बहुत सुंदर हल्के रंग की साड़ी पहने थी /  गुलाबी ब्लाउज़ के नीचे उनकी काली ब्रा साफ़ दिख रही थी /  साड़ी के पल्लू से उनकी चूची का बोर्डर ज़बान पर पानी ला रहा था, लालच मन में जगा रहा था /  दोनों चूचियों के बीच की गहरी लाइन ब्रा के ऊपर से लण्ड को मस्ती दिला रही थी /  वो मुड़ कर वापस क्लास को बोलने लगी ग्रामर के बारे में और मेरे एकदम पास चली आई /  मैं बैठा था और वो मेरे इतने करीब खड़ी थी कि उनका खुला पेट वाला हिस्सा मेरे मुँह के पास आ चुका था जिसमें से उनकी गोल-गोल गहरी नाभि की महक मेरे नथुनों में मीठा ज़हर घोल रही थी /  

फिर उनका पेन हाथ से गिरकर मेरे सामने टपक गया जिसे लेने वो नीचे झुकी तो दोनों चूचियाँ मेरे मुँह के सामने आ गयी /  उस दिन क्लास ऐसे ही चलता रहा /  फिर जब क्लास खत्म हुआ तो जब सब चलने लगे तो मैडम ने मुझे रुकने को कहा /  मैं अपनी कुरसी पर बैठा रहा।

सबके चले जाने के बाद मैडम मेरे पास आई और बोली- हेंडसम लग रहे हो !

मैंने कहा- थैंक यू !

"तुम अभी क्या करते हो?"

मैं बोला- अभी बारहवीं की परीक्षा दी है, अब मैं फ़्री हूँ।

मैडम बोली- मतलब अब तुम बालिग हो गये हो।

यस मैडम, मैं बोला।

हूऊऊऊउम...... वो कुछ सोच कर बोली- तुम्हारा केला तो काफ़ी काफ़ी बड़ा है !

केला??? मैं समझ तो गया था कि मैडम मेरे लण्ड की तरफ़ इशारा कर रही हैं पर मैं अंजान बना रहा।

मैंने पूछा- किस केले की बात कर रही हैं आप?

अरे ! अब इतने अंजान मत बनो मेरे राजा, तुम्हारा लौड़ा जो काफ़ी बड़ा है और जो इस पैंट के नीचे से फूल कर बाहर हवा खाने को बेताब है /  शायद इसने अभी तक गुझिया (चूत) का स्वाद नहीं चखा /  असल में मैं क्लास जल्दी पहुंचने के चक्कर में नहा कर पैंट के नीचे अंडरवीयर पहनना भूल गया था जिससे मोटा लौड़ा तन कर पैंट में अपनी छाप दिखा रहा था।

मैडम को फ़्री और फ़्रेंक होता देख कर मैंने भी कह दिया- हां मैडम, अभी तक किसी की चूत का स्वाद नहीं चखा है।

वो बोली- शनिवार की सुबह छः बजे मेरे घर आ सकते हो? मैं अकेली रहती हूँ /  दरअसल मेरे पति नेवी में हैं और हमारे कोई औलाद नहीं हैं /  तुम आ जाओगे तो मुझे कम्पनी हो जायेगी।

मैंने फ़ौरन हामी भर दी /  मैं जानता तो था कि मैडम को मेरी कम्पनी क्यों चाहिये थी /  उनको अपनी बुर की खुजली मिटानी थी और फिर जब पति नेवी में गांड मराये तो पत्नी दिन भर जब टीचिंग से लौट कर आये तो चूत चोदने को कोई लौड़ा तो चाहिये ही /  इसमें कुछ गलत नहीं हैं /  हर औरत की, हर लौंडिया की चूत में गरमी चढ़ती है और उसकी चूत की आग सिर्फ़ और सिर्फ़ लण्ड ही शांत कर सकता है।

सारी रात मैडम का ध्यान कर मैं सो न सका /  सुबह घड़ी में अलार्म लगा दिया 5 बजे का /  मम्मी भी सुबह अलार्म की आवाज़ से उठ गई और बोली- इतने सुबह कहां जा रहे हो??

मैंने कहा- सुबह रोज़ अब मैं जल्दी उठ कर जोगिंग करने जाउंगा और फिर वहीं से क्लास अटेंड कर वापस आउंगा।

अब उनसे क्या कहता कि मैडम की चूत की खुजली शांत करने जा रहा हूं /  सुबह चाय पीकर मैं तुरंत टैक्सी कर मैडम के पते पर कोपी लिये पहुंच गया /  डोरबेल बजाई तो थोड़ी देर बाद मैडम काली नाइटी पहने मुस्करा कर दरवाजा खोलती नज़र आई /  उनके नाइटी के दो बटन ऊपर के खुले थे और ब्रा नहीं पहने होने के कारण दोनो भारी भारी चूचियां मुझे साफ़ दिख रही थीं /  नीचे पेटीकोट भी नहीं था क्योंकि उन्होंने मेरा हाथ कमर पे रख मुझे अंदर बुलाया जिससे उनका बदन मेरे हाथ में आ गया था।

सामने खुला हुआ सीना मेरे दिल की धड़कन बढ़ा रहा था /  वो मुसकरा कर बोली- रवि, अब ऐसे ही खड़े-खड़े मेरी सूरत देखते रहोगे या मुझे अपनी बाहों में उठा कर बिस्तर पे भी ले चलोगे /  मेरी जवानी कब से मोटे लण्ड की आग में जल रही है, मेरी जवानी के मज़े नहीं लूटोगे???

मैंने तुरंत कोपी पास पड़ी मेज़ पर फेंक दी और मैडम को झट से अपनी बाहों में उठा लिया /  उनके खुले बाल मेरे हाथ पर थे और उन्होने मेरे होंठों को अपने लबों में कैद कर लिया /  उनका बेडरूम सामने ही था /  मौसम थोड़ा गरम था इसलिये मैं उनको पहले बाथरूम में ले आया जहां उनको थोड़ा नहला कर मालिश कर गरम कर सकूं।

मैंने माधुरी मैडम को बाथरूम में खड़ा कर दिया और फिर उनकी काली नाइटी के ऊपर से पूरा मांसल बदन दबाया फिर सहलाया /  उनके हाथ ऊपर कर उनकी काली नाइटी धीरे से उतार दी /  अब वो पूरी नंगी मेरे सामने खड़ी थी /  दूधिया बदन गोरी-गोरी-मोटी चूचियां और हल्के काले घुंघराले बालों के बीच गुलाबी मुलायम चूत /  मैंने शोवर चालू कर दिया /  पानी ऊपर से नीचे हर अंग को भिगो रहा था /  मैंने माधुरी मैडम को चूमना चाटना शुरु कर दिया /  होंठों से होंठ फिर गाल सब पर ज़बान फेर कर मज़ा देता गया /  दोनों चूचियां बार बार दबा कर निप्पलों को मुँह में भर लिया /  उनके गुलाबी चुचूक मोटे और बहुत नर्म थे /  ज़बान निकाल कर गोल-गोल निप्पल पर घुमा कर चाट कर पिया /  माधुरी मैडम आअह्हह्हह ...।। उह्हह्हह... ईईस्सस्सस... मज़ा आ गया बोली- और पियो ! ये निप्पल कब से तरस रहे थे कि कोई इनको पिये।

मैंने कस कर चूची मर्दन किया, दबा दबा कर निप्पलों को उकेर कर दोनों निप्पलों पर जबान से खूब खुजली की /  माधुरी मैडम भी अपनी ज़बान निकाल कर मेरे ज़बान के साथ अपने निप्पलों चाट रहीं थी /  उनकी चूचियां फूल कर बड़ी हो गई थी और मैं नीचे उनके नाभि पर आ गया था /  गोल नाभि की गहराई नापने में 2 मिनट लगे /  इससे पहले चूचियों का मसाज और निप्पलों को चूस कर दस मिनट तक उनको प्यार के नशे में डुबाता चला गया /  इस क्रिया से मेरा लौड़ा भी नागराज की तरह फुंफ़कारता हुआ खड़ा हो कर सात इंच का हो चुका था जिस पर माधुरी मैडम का हाथ पहुंच गया था /  मैंने धीरे से मैडम को बाथरूम के फ़र्श पर लिटाया ताकि उनकी चूत खुल कर मेरे सामने आ सके और मैं उनकी गुलाबी गुझिया में उंगली डाल सकूँ।

मैं माधुरी मैडम की चूत का रस पीने के इरादे से नीचे गया /  उनकी झांटों पर पड़ी पानी की बूंदों ने मुझे उनके झांटों पर चांदी की तरह चमकती बूंदों को पीने की चाह जगा दी /  मैं माधुरी की काली, मुलायम घुंघराली झांटों को अपने होंठों में कैद कर अपने होंटों से पीने लगा /  उनकी जब झांटें खिंचती तो वो अह्हह्हह्ह्हह्ह...... ऊऊऊह्ह्हह ...ह्हहाइ....... ज्जज्जजाआअन्न्नन्न.. स्सस्स्सस्स... करती जिससे मेरा लण्ड और कड़क हो जाता।

उनकी झांटों से पानी साफ़ करने के बाद मैंने दोनों उंगलियों से उनकी चूत की गहराई को नापा /  मतलब दोनों उंगलियां अंदर गुलाबी छेद में डाल दी गहराई तक /  फिर ज़बान पास लाकर उनके चूत का सिंघाड़ा अपने मुँह में कैद कर लिया।

करीब दस मिनट तक उनकी नशीली चूत का रस अपनी ज़बान से पीता रहा और उनकी गरम चूत में अपनी ज़बान चलाता रहा /  ऊपर से नीचे, फिर नीचे से ऊपर और फिर ज़बान को कड़ा कर अंदर बाहर भी /  ज़बान से चूत रस चाटते वक्त मैंने एक उंगली नीचे खूबसूरत से दिख रहे गांड के छेद पर लगा दी /  उनको तैयार कर मैंने अपना अंडरवीयर उतारा जिससे मैडम बाथरूम के फ़र्श पर उठ कर मेरे ऊपर मेरी तरफ़ गांड कर 69 की पोजीशन में लेट गई और मेरा लण्ड अपने मुँह में डाल लिया।

मैं मैडम की चूत में नीचे से पीछे से ज़बान डाल कर उनका रस चाटे जा रहा था और मैडम को मेरा गुलाबी सुपाड़ा बहुत मज़ा दे रहा था /  वो बच्चो की तरह उसे चूसे जा रहीं थी /  क्योंकि उनको लण्ड बहुत दिनों बाद नसीब हुआ था /  मेरा तना लण्ड उनको बहुत मज़ा दे रहा था /  वो 5 मिनट तक मेरा लौड़ा अपने होंठों में कैद कर चूसती रही /  ज़बान से लण्ड के सुपाड़े को चाट-चाट कर लाल कर दिया था और लण्ड तन कर रॉड की तरह पूरा कड़ा हो गया था पर मैडम छोड़ ही नहीं रहीं थी।

मैंने बोला- मैडम, मैं झड़ने वाला हूं !

तो उन्होंने मुझे खड़ा कर दिया और खुद भी मेरे ऊपर से हट गई, बोली- आओ राजा, मेरी ज़बान पर गिरा दो।

वो मेरे लण्ड के पास मुँह खोल कर ज़बान निकाल कर बैठ गईं /  मैंने अपने हाथ से हिला कर जल्दी से अपना सारा गरम गरम शहद उनकी ज़बान पे गिराया जिसे उन्होंने अपनी आंखें बंद कर जन्नत का मज़ा लिया /  वो मेरे गरम वीर्य की आखिरी बूंद तक चाट गई /  फिर उन्होंने अपना मुँह धोया और मुझे बोली- अब मुझको बेडरूम में ले चलो राजा।

मैं भी उनकी चूत चोदने को बेताब था।

मैंने उनको उठा लिया और बेड पर चित्त लिटा दिया /  उनकी दोनों गोरी टांगों को खूब फैला दिया ताकि उनकी गुलाबी चूत मेरे सामने खुल जाये और मुझे उनकी चूत को चाटने में ज़रा भी कठिनाई न हो /  वो फिर से मेरे लण्ड को अपने हाथ से पकड़ कर आगे पीछे हिलाने लगी /  उनके ये करने से मेरा लण्ड फिर से खड़ा होने लगा /  मैंने माधुरी मैडम की नशीली चूत को चाट कर अपने थूक से चिकना किया /  वैसे माधुरी मैडम की चूत बहुत मक्खन सी मुलायम और मलमल सी चिकनी थी /  वो गरम-गरम मलाई से भरपूर चूत मुझे अब जन्नत सी लग रही थी जिसको अब चोदना बहुत ज़रूरी हो गया था /  मेरे लप-लप कर उनकी चूत को चाटने से माधुरी मैडम अपने मुँह से सी...सी...ऊऊऊओ...अह्ह्हह्ह कर रही थी, माधुरी मैडम बोली- मेरे राजा, मेरे रवि , जल्दी से अपना सात इंच का शेर मेरी प्यार की गुफ़ा में घुसा दो, जल्दी से इस चूत की खुजली शांत करो /  बहुत तड़प रही हूं।

मैंने जल्दी से उनकी गोरी मांसल जांघों को दूर दूर किया और लौड़ा पकड़ कर अपना सुपाड़ा चूत के मुँह पे टिका कर सहलाया /  फिर एक धीरे से ज़ोर लगाया जिससे लण्ड खच की आवाज़ से अंदर गरम गरम चूत में अंदर तक समा गया /  वो आंखें बंद कर मस्त होने लगी।

मैं बोला- माधुरी तुम बहुत मस्त हो।

वो मुस्कुरा दी /  मैंने अपने लण्ड की गति बढ़ा दी /  लण्ड जल्दी जल्दी अंदर-बाहर चलने लगा /  लण्ड पूरे ज़ोर से अंदर बाहर आ जा रहा था जिससे माधुरी की चूचियां भी हिल रही थीं /  दोनों बूब्स को मैंने हाथ में भर कर मसलना शुरु कर दिया था और उनके निप्पल भी अपने होंठों में चूसने लगा /  माधुरी की जवानी लूट कर दस मिनट तक गरम लण्ड रॉड सा उसकी बुर को फाड़ता रहा /  फिर मैंने उसकी चूत से लण्ड बाहर निकाला और अपना गरम वीर्य उसकी चूत के ऊपर और नाभि में डाल दिया।

अब वो शांत हो चुकी थी और मेरी पहले प्यार की क्लास एक घंटे में खत्म हुई /  सेक्स की इस क्लास में मुझ को पूरा मज़ा मिला। इसके बाद जब भी कभी मधुरी मेडम को मेरी ज़रूरत होती, वो मुझे और मेरे मोटे लंड को याद करती और में उसकी छूट का पानी निकालने के लिए पहुँच जाता और मज़े लेता . मैने मेडम को हर तरह चोदा और काई बार मारी.

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