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Mechanic

By: emma579



Jeremy heard the short toot of a horn and glanced out the window in time to see a petite blond give a wave as a red Porsche drove away in a cloud of dust. Ah, the desperate Miss Kendall, he thought, turning to the counter for her paperwork. Her dented little Honda was a far cry from the sporty car she'd just left.

He watched her cross the lot to the shop door, taking the opportunity to appreciate the view. She was a little shorter than what he usually liked, but her curvy body was slender and compact and nicely displayed in a light gray suit. Her legs were well shaped and strapped into surprising blue heels. She was pretty – not gorgeous, but pretty enough to catch a man's eye and make him take a second look. As, obviously, Mr. Porsche had. He wondered briefly if Mr. Porsche was a friend or a lover. As the door chimed, he figured friend because if Jeremy had been her lover, he'd have stayed to make sure everything went okay.

"Hello?" The woman had a light hesitant voice and it matched the one who had called earlier. 

Jeremy stepped into the lobby from the shop area and gave her a smile. "Miss Kendall?"

"Oh! Oh, yes," she answered, starting in surprise. Up close, she was prettier, with wide blue eyes and skin the color of light pink roses. He felt a stirring and quickly tamped it down. "Thank you so much for waiting, Mr..."

"Jeremy, ma'am," he knew his voice was curt, but his cock had started to ache and he didn't need this now. All he wanted was a beer and a baseball game and the sooner Miss Kendall picked up her Honda, the sooner he'd get what he wanted.

"Thank you, Jeremy," she said, her eyes dropping as she looked away. Damn, she was a sensitive little thing, he thought as he moved to the counter and dropped her paperwork on top of the pile. He felt a bit like a heel for snapping at her.

"Let's get you on your way," he softened his voice and she glanced back up at him. He opened the folder, shifted through the details and started to type in the computer, his body on alert as she leaned on the counter to peek at the papers. "Nice ride you got, by the way."

"Ride? Oh, my baby?" she looked confused.

She called it her baby? The Honda sported at least 4 dents that said she didn't take care of it like she should. "The Porsche," he clarified, "Friend?"

"Oh! My boss," she blushed and he started fascinated by the rosy glow on her cheeks. And neck and...Jeremy pulled his eyes back up to her face. Evidently the boss was something more than a friend.

"Nice car," he mumbled, dropping his eyes back to the paperwork. He read through the initial quote, noticing Miss Kendall was a Sophie. Somehow, that made his cock stand at attention. Sophie seemed so much more...pleasurable.

"He was just being nice," she mumbled, "It's not like...I mean he's married...Why am I explaining this to you?" She pierced him with her eyes, which now glinted with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

"Haven't a clue, Miss Kendall," Jeremy hid a smile. So the boss made a move on her.

"I'm sorry...please call me Sophie," she gave him a small smile and a sigh, "It's been a long day."

Jeremy finished entering the parts and clicked save. "So you said on the phone," he commented, clicking the print. The old dot matrix in the corner started to wheeze.

"And I've made it a long day for you too," she sighed, "I'd say sorry again, except I really need my car back." She fiddled with her purse, looking at the counter.

Jeremy sauntered over to collect the sheets from the printer. "No problem, sweetheart," he gave a shrug, then tore off the pages, "Wouldn't want you to have to be taken around in that Porsche."

"He kissed me, okay," she fumed, glaring at him again, "Out of the blue, he kissed my cheek as I got in the car. It's not like I said or did anything. I mean, he's nice, but, God, he's married." Her voice trailed off and she blushed again, staring back at the purse as if she wanted to climb inside it. "I mean, I know his wife. She's nice. And I don't think of him..."

Jeremy leaned on the counter. "Your car is ready," he said softly, "And you won't need another ride in his car." Oh God, the look she sent him had tears swimming in her eyes. "Look, let's get you settled here and then you can go home and relax. Maybe things won't be so bad in the morning." And please God don't cry here.

She took a deep breath, which cad that he was, made his attention shift to the nice firm breasts lifting and settling. He forced his eyes back to the counter, searching frantically for a pen. He needed to get rid of Miss Sophie, her boss, and her baby Honda. He turned the paperwork towards her and offered the pen. Leaning forward, he caught a whiff of vanilla and spice and it stirred the budding lust inside him.

"Total's 250 for parts and labor," he said briskly, stepping back a little. Her face went pale.

"I...Oh God," she stammered.

Crap. He swore silently as he watched her fumble in her purse. "Look, Miss Kendall," he sighed, "How much were you expecting?" One benefit to being part owner was he could finagle things a little and not catch flack.

"I've got it. I just need to write a...you don't take checks," her eyes were wide and frantic now. There was no reason he should be turned on by this. But he was. Part of his mind pointed out that he could trade a favor for a favor. Maybe she'd...He stopped the thought before his imagination could fill in the details.

"I forgot to go by the ATM and get cash. The whole...I just forgot," she stammered again, "I don't have a credit card. I'm so sorry. I...just forgot." The teary eyes were back and he nearly groaned. He was torn between getting her out before she cried and getting her in bed as soon as he could.

"No problem," he growled, "I'll take a check this once." Anything to get rid of her. He didn't need her tears and he certainly didn't need this erection. Beer and Baseball. The sooner she was gone, the sooner he'd get beer and baseball. No more picturing how she'd look with those barrettes gone from her tightly-controlled hair or wondering how that hollow at her throat that was pulsing would taste.

"I'm so sorry..." she repeated, fumbling in her purse again.

Jeremy dropped his hands to the counter with a loud noise and she jumped. Her eyes shot to his. "No more apologies. No more tears." 

"I'm...I don't know what you want me to do," she whispered, "I'm grateful that you've stayed late and you're risking your job taking my check because I screwed up."

"I don't want grateful," he growled, "And I'm not risking my job. Don't worry about me." He leaned on the counter until their faces were close and he was eye-to-eye with her. "Worry about yourself and that over-sexed, mid-life crisis boss of yours." He saw her eyes dilate, the blue darkening. His blood began to heat under his skin, his pulse throbbing in his groin. "Write me a check, take your car and go home."

She licked her lips nervously and his eyes dropped. His cock swelled as he stared at her pink lips, plump and glistening. He wondered how...Jeremy jerked away, stepping back from the counter again. It was easy to see why her boss had kissed her. She was just too tempting. He wasn't sure he'd survive this encounter, let alone if he had to see her every day.

"Okay," she whispered, finally taking out her wallet and dropping her eyes to focus on the check. She wrote carefully as he watched, tormenting himself. Her teeth caught her bottom lip as she concentrated and his groin tightened painfully. He'd thought these jeans were getting a bit loose, but evidently not faced with Sophie Kendall.

She finished and offered him the check. He took it and slid it in the register drawer, then offered her the paperwork to sign. She bent over it and what happened next was the straw that broke the camel. With a loud pop, one of the barrettes came loose and fell to the counter. A swing of blond hair – lightly curling – fell across her face as she looked up in surprise. The slightly parted lips, the way the curl brushed her cheek and made her seem younger and more...Jeremy caught her chin in his hand and kissed her.

He pulled back almost immediately, but not before her taste flooded his senses. He stepped back until the desk behind him caught his thighs, his eyes locked on hers. Her cheeks were flushed again, her eyes dark, her lips...He groaned. "I'm..." he stumbled on the words. How could he be sorry for a tasting such sweetness?

"Oh." It was all she could think of. Twice today she'd been kissed suddenly. The first had been distressing and embarrassing. This one...

"I'm not married or anything," he blurted it out, then wanted to smack himself. Any other time, say in a bar or something, and he'd be smooth and slick and have her eating out of his hand. Not have her staring at him like he'd slapped her. Not have himself staring like he had no idea what to do with a woman.

"Oh. Okay," she said. 

"Just so's you know," he continued, damning himself for babbling, "'Cause I wouldn't kiss you if I was." There was at least 4 feet between them, but he felt like he could feel the heat of her body touching his. Or maybe he was burning up from the inside.

Something in her look changed. He watched in helpless arousal as her eyes swept over his body, from his long legs, to the huge bulge at his crotch, to the oil-stained tee that covered his chest. "Since you're not married," she murmured, tilting her head a little, the curl sweeping her cheek again, "Maybe you'd like to kiss me again."

"Not a good idea." Kissing her again would lead to touching her. It sounded like a good idea. 

He really wanted to touch her, to taste her, to bury his throbbing cock inside her. But somewhere there had to be a catch to this.

"Even if I said pretty please?" she teased. She took a step back and unbuttoned her suit jacket. "I feel kind of...warm." She wore a lighter grey blouse under the jacket, the material so thin he could see the pattern of her lacy bra. His eyes shot to her face, even as his cock strained against his pants.

"Why...?" He could ask himself the same question. Why was he fighting this? Hadn't he fantasized about her? Hadn't he kissed her once already and enjoyed it? Didn't he want more? Hell, yes, he did.

"I have needs," she slid the jacket down her arms, "Like everybody else. We've already established that you're not attached. I'm not attached." She let the jacket dangle in her fingers a moment before dropping it to the floor. Her eyes wandered down to his crotch again. "You're obviously attracted. Why shouldn't I want to see where this goes?"

She was even more slender without the jacket, her breasts firm and full under the thin silk and lace. She reached up and undid the other barrette as he just stared, mute. Her hair fell around her face, making her seem more sensual. "I like the taste of your mouth. I expect I'll like the taste of other parts of you, too."

Holy shit. Jeremy's body clenched and all the blood drained to his cock, which threatened to rip right through the denim. He saw the flash of headlights behind her and realized they were in full view in the middle of the glass-fronted lobby. As much as he'd love to fuck her against the counter and have the memory of that forever, that was not going to be good for business.

"In back" Was that his voice? Sounding strangled and hoarse? 

"Lead the way." She gave him a wicked smile that matched the sparkle in her eyes. "I wanted to see your ass in those jeans. See where I can just bite you."

If she kept saying things like that, he wasn't sure his legs would hold him. "Biting is a special favor," he growled, "And calls for equal payment." He actually saw the shudder go through her body. Damn. Get a grip, he ordered himself, extending his hand to her.

"I already owe you a couple favors," she murmured, taking his hand and letting him lead her through to the garage. There were three cars – including hers – in the bays. "I owe you for staying late, for taking my check...for kissing me."

"Maybe I do want you to be grateful," he replied, drawing her into his arms now that they were away from the windows. She felt good against him, although her head only reached his chin. He dipped his head to kiss her again, savoring this time, teasing her with his tongue as he explored her taste.

Sophie's hands stroked his cock through the denim. "I'm ever so grateful," she murmured, flipping open buttons, letting his penis surge free. He bit back a groan as the pressure eased gradually, then lost the battle when she wrapped her hands around his shaft.

"Damn." It came from his gut as she gave him a firm squeeze and pumped him. His balls clenched and he thought for a panicked moment that he was going to come right then like a teenager with his first girl. But her hand shifted, her fingers pressing the bulging vein at his base and stilling the urge.

Jeremy slid his hands over her shoulders, up into her hair, and claimed her mouth again. Even as he kissed her hungrily, he pushed her hands away and scooped her up, setting her gently on the hood of her car. "I want to taste you," he said, his voice husky and low, "For favor number one."

"That sounds fair," she managed, leaning on her elbows as she looked up at him. He was tall, strong, aroused, and arousing. His hands shoved her skirt up and the groan that came from his mouth when he saw her thigh-high stockings and tiny red lace panties made her smile. His fingers curled in the panties, then they were tugged away and she tilted her hips and spread her legs wider, exposing her glistening, swollen flesh to his hungry eyes. "Take your taste."

Jeremy couldn't believe it as he slid his hands over her inner thighs, as he stared at her already wet pussy. She was so...ripe. He felt a surge of lust and lowered his mouth. Her head fell back with a moan as he swiped his tongue over her swollen pussy lips, taking his first taste of her sweet juices. The desire for more had him going to his knees, sliding her forward on the hood, so he could lave her again and again. His tongue explored her cleft, his hands shifting so his thumbs could part her lips and expose her clit, her pussy, the juices seeping from her core. 

He stroked her clit with his tongue, enjoying her breathless moans and the way her hips rocked against his face just as much as the way she tasted. He slid one hand over, pressing his middle finger against her pussy opening, then slowly sliding it inside. Her wet passage enveloped him, quivering around his thick finger, as he pushed in to the knuckle. "Please, Jeremy," she moaned, "Give me more. I need more."

More. Two fingers this time. Her hips arched as he pushed them deep, pulled back, and thrust hard. His tongue flicked her clit constantly as he finger-fucked her pussy, more juices coating his hand, her moans gradually changing to breathless cries as her pussy muscles tensed.

Three fingers. He lifted his head, his other hand shifting so his thumb rubbed her clit as three fingers thrust into her. Her head was thrown back, her breasts heaving as she panted, her face and neck flushed with passion. Jeremy felt his cock swell to previously untested limits as he watched her lips part, her hands clench and felt the first tremors of her body around his fingers. He kept pumping hard and fast as her hips lifted and, when she came, he grinned in triumph. She cried out, bucked against his hand, and her cum gushed over his fingers.

Getting to his feet, he surveyed her limp body. Her breasts bounced a little with her panting and he thought he'd really like to see them bare, like to taste her nipples before he fucked her. Her dazed, dark eyes met his as he leaned over her, one hand on either side of her, flat on the hood. "My, my, Jeremy," she purred and the sound went straight to his penis, "I'm not sure I paid you adequately for that favor. It seems I enjoyed it too much."

He flashed a grin. "That was payment enough for staying late," he said, "But I'm going to do something now that might shock you." Her eyes widened a little and his grin did too. "Consider this payback for the check." His hands fisted in her blouse and he ripped it open, the thin silk tearing easily, the sound making him tremble with need. She gasped, but it was heat and lust that he saw in her eyes, and his grin turned feral. A quick flip of the front clasp of her bra and those full orbs were free. He groaned as he cupped them in his hands, as he suckled one nipple, then the other.

Sophie's hands slid into his hair as he feasted on her breasts. His cock brushed her thigh as he leaned over her and she felt a shudder in her pussy. She needed him inside her...but this was payback. And she was suffering so, she thought with a wicked smile as her head fell back. She moaned and squirmed under him, making his erection slide up and down the inside of her thigh, teasing herself even as she enjoyed the way his mouth pleasured her breasts.

Jeremy finally lifted his head, loving the way her nipples were now red from his sucking. His cock ached for attention and he was finding it harder and harder to hold back. The way her thighs had moved against him...he couldn't wait any more. He gave one nipple a quick bite that had her gasping. "Now," he said idly, his tone belying the way his body pulsed with need, "I believe you're ready to give me that last favor." He peeled his tee over his head, exposing tight abs and a strong chest. He enjoyed her smile and shucked his jeans and boots so he could stand naked before her.

Sophie was sprawled, half-dressed, on the hood of her own car, staring at her naked mechanic. He had a body she'd only fantasized about, including the thick red shaft jutting from his groin. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips as she eyed it. She wanted to taste him too, to slide her tongue over his long penis, to slide that throbbing erection into her mouth, her throat. "I want..." she started, her eyes lifting to his. She saw the desire and enjoyment in his brown eyes.

"Later," he grinned, stepping up between her legs, "When I owe you a favor for letting me fuck you." He had a hand on his cock and his fat head was rubbing up and down her swollen slit. She let her head fall back as she moaned.

"I guess..." she conceded as his head fit against her pussy and she felt the first stretch of her muscles around his thickness. "Oh, God, Jeremy..." Her moan trailed off as he slowly pushed his penis into her, stretching, filling, overwhelming her. Her legs lifted and his hands guided them, his calloused palms on the back of her thighs as he lifted them so he could push deeper, penetrate to the hilt.

She felt like his cock throughout her body, from the hot steel rod throbbing inside her pussy, to the heat and pleasure that suffused her limbs and made her quiver for more. Jeremy rested her ankles on his shoulders, his hands stroking her breasts, then settling to the hood on either side of her as he watched the pleasure flood her face. She was wrapped so tightly around his cock, he wasn't sure he could breathe. But the sensation of her inner muscles fluttering against his thickness was not something he was willing to give up.

Finally her eyes opened and met his. Drowning in her blue depths, he drew his cock back and thrust. Again. Again. Each stroke had breath gasping from her lips and had pleasure flashing through his system. He fell into a fast rhythm, instinctively knowing he'd never last and determined to make her cum again. He wanted to feel her cum on his cock.

In. Out. Sophie wrapped her hands around his wrists and closed her eyes, arching her back until his cock hit that magic spot. Even as she gasped, he leaned and bore down, thrusting again and again to the same spot, his hands moving to hold her hips still so he could hammer pleasure into her body. She felt him swelling against her pussy walls, his already thick cock becoming even more so. Each thrust was forceful, a battering ram to her pussy, to her core, and she cried out again and again.


Mechanic On Duty



This was the third time my stupid car had broken down in a fortnight. Maybe it was my fault for going for retro charm over reliability. I have a real soft spot for mini coopers though, having sucked my first cock in the back of one and so when the time came to buy my own car I instantly went with the one that appealed most when it would have made much more sense to get something that wasn't going to end up in the garage every week. 



Right now the car was still running although the temperature gauge was going through the roof. Not long before it was gonna blow. My usual mechanic was a friend of mine who was a good guy and always cut me a decent deal but I was starting to wonder if his workmanship was up to scratch. 

I decided that it was time I took the car to someone else, maybe they would have better luck with it. 

There was a garage a few streets away and I drove (very slowly) towards it praying the car wouldn't conk out. I puttered into the driveway and pulled up outside the garage doors. I stepped out of the car and ventured into the workshop looking for assistance. 

It was quite dark inside and I didn't see the toolbox that was open on the floor until I'd tripped over it. A couple of spanners went flying as I nearly fell to the ground next to an old volvo. 



"Hi" came a voice. As I lay on the garage floor I looked to my left and saw a handsome face with a huge smile beaming out at me from under the volvo. "You ok?"



Before I could answer he was out from under the car and helping me to my feet. I stammered out an apology, rubbing my knee and trying to get the feeling back in my leg. 



"Don't worry about it, it's fine. I'm Dave by the way, how can I help you?" he said. 



"Hi Dave, I'm Ben," I replied "I've been having some trouble with my mini. I don't suppose you have the time to have a look at it?" 

"Sure thing. I tell you what, I got to finish up on this volvo and then I'll take a look at your mini. Maybe if you could come back this evening around 5.30pm, I should have been able to take care of it by then."



I thanked Dave and handed him the keys then walked out to street to catch a bus. As the bus pulled out from the curb I found myself thinking about how strong Dave's arms had looked...



The day flew by and before I knew it I was back on another bus heading towards the garage. It was a little later than the time Dave had asked me to be there, nearly six o'clock and I was hoping that the garage would still be open. The bus reached my stop and I got off, I could see a light still on in the workshop, the rest of the business was closed up for the day. 

'Phew,' I thought 'just made it.' 

I walked into the garage and called out to Dave. A moment later he appeared, smiling again and rattling my keys. 



"How's the knee?" he asked.



"It's fine," I smiled back "thanks for asking. And how's the car?"



Dave produced a slip of paper and took me through all the things that he'd found wrong, what he'd been able to fix that day and what still needed to be done. 



"That's great," I said "thank you so much. What do I owe you?"

"Let's call it 200 pounds." replied Dave. 



I reached into my bag for my wallet but came out empty handed. I put my bag on the bonnet of the car and started searching through it. 



"Lost something?" enquired Dave, a slight smirk on his face. 

"My wallet, I had it when I got on the bus but its gone." I said. "Just when I thought this day was getting better. Look, I don't suppose I could take the car tonight and drop by tomorrow morning with the money?"

 "Well," Dave looked unsure "If it were up to me, it would be fine. Thing is if the manager comes in tomorrow and asks about it I'm gonna get in big trouble. I wanna help you out but..." he trailed off. 

I noticed his eyes looking me up and down and the smile crept back onto his face. 



"Maybe we can come to some kind of an arrangement." he said. 

"Like what?" I stupidly asked. 

 "Maybe if you let me take a look under your hood, we can call it even." 



I could feel my heart rate speeding up. I had daydreamed about Dave arms on the bus ride into work, and again all through the day to be honest, but met with the reality of it I was a bit unsure. 



Dave took a step closer, taking off his glasses "What do you say?" he said slyly, "I'd love to give you a free lube job." 



It seemed like there was no other option and honestly was being fucked by this hot guy really a bad deal? No way! 



"Ok," I said "but what do you want to do?"



"Easy," he replied "there's only one part of you that I want, you don't have to do anything, just lay back. All I want is that hot little ass of yours." 



My mini was parked behind me and he pushed me up against the side of its bonnet, pulling at my belt and pulling my jeans down, then spinning me around so that my back was facing him. He pushed me forwards so that I was now bent over the hood of the car and pulled my boxers down to my ankles. My ass stuck out at him in all it's glory and he ran his fingers over it gently, then WACK! His hand came down hard on my left cheek.



"Ahhhh," a slight sound involuntarily escaped my lips. 



WACK! he slapped my other cheek, then rubbed them both until the sting subsided. 

I could feel his hot breath against my bottom, then felt his tongue teasingly run over my balls and then up into my asscrack. 



"I want you to hold those cheeks apart for me ok?" commanded Dave "Nice and wide." 

I did as he asked, gripping both white orbs of my ass and pulling them apart for him. His tongue lightly flicked at my puckered rosebud, it felt incredible. He rimmed my bumhole continuously, sending shivers of pleasure through my whole body then began working his tongue into my tight behind. I pulled my ass cheeks apart further hoping it would allow him to gain deeper penetration with his tongue. He tongued my ass for what felt like an eternity, teasing me with his mouth, until I suddenly felt him pull away. His tongue was replaced by a finger, and as it slid into my now well lubricated asshole I let out a low moan. He began making circular motions in my ass with his finger, opening me up more and then sliding a second digit in. 



"Oh fuck," I sighed as he fingered my bottom, quite hard now, ramming his two fingers inside of me. It was all I could stand. "Oh please give me your cock," I begged "I need your hot dick in my ass." 



It was all the encouragement Dave needed. He withdrew his fingers from my asshole and stood up. I looked around to see him standing behind me unbuckling his pants. Then I saw it. His big black cock, at least 8 inches long and so thick. He took my hips in his hands and guided his dick up into my asscrack, lining it up with my asshole. I felt the head pressing hard against me but my anus protested, refusing to give way to his cock. I would have to help. I braced myself for his onslaught and pushed out to open my ass for him. Suddenly his fat cock slid into my asshole and he let out a satisfying grunt. I gritted my teeth and felt my bum stretching wide to accommodate him. It was definitely the biggest cock I'd ever taken up my ass and it wasn't easy. It stretched me to the limit. He waited a few seconds then began working more of his tool into me. 

I was engulfed by waves of mixed pain and pleasure as he slowly started fucking my asshole. 



"Oh yeah," he groaned "do you like that, huh? Do you like that fucking great big black cock of mine up your little tight ass? You ever felt a dick like this in you before?" 



"Ugggghhh, Oh god," I managed to get out between breaths "I fucking love it." 

"Tell me how much you love it." 

"Oh please fuck me, I want it, I love it. It feels so fucking big in my ass" I yelled back. 



Dave was fucking me quite hard now, his cock sawing in and out of my hot bunghole. 



"Fuck, you're so fucking tight around my cock. Ohhhh you fucking love it don't you. Tell me how much you love it." Dave yelled at me.



"Yes, yes, oh fuck more than anything. Give it to me, give it to me." I screamed back. 

His commanding words were turning me on like nothing else. I loved the idea of being his little fuck toy and my cock was getting harder with ever word he yelled at me. 

He settled into a constant rhythm, his cock like a piston in my ass, fucking me senseless and sending me into the abyss. 

I couldn't see straight anymore. I was being banged so hard against the bonnet of the car and the cock in my ass was driving me out of my mind. 

Suddenly I was cumming, my asshole contracting tightly around Dave's huge cock which must have sent him over the edge. He took hold of my hips and drove his cock as far into my bottom as he could. I felt him explode inside me, filling my ass with his cum. 



Moments later he slid out of me leaving my ass feeling open and empty and wanting his hot cock back in there again. 



"Bet you don't get that kind of service with your other mechanic." I heard Dave say.



"That was incredible." was all I could manage to get out. 



"That's only the 'B' service," replied Dave "wait until I give you an 'A'."



Mechanic



Jeremy was grunting, groaning as he drove them both to orgasm. He couldn't savor her body; his only thought was more, more. Again and again he thrust into her until her eyes flew open and she arched up off the hood. Her pussy clamped around his cock and he groaned as his head went light and the blood surged to his balls. Even as her inner muscles started to relax, her cum enveloping him, his balls clenched and his cock pulsed. His own thick cum shot up into her. 

Sophie cried out, bucking under him, as he ejaculated once, and again, and again. He fell onto her, pinning her to the hood, as he emptied into her. She shuddered and went limp beneath him, her hands stroking up his back, curling in his hair. When he could breathe, Jeremy shifted back, sliding his spent cock free, then lifted himself on his elbows and gave her a cocky grin. "Mighty nice car, Miss Kendall," he drawled, "And a sweet little body to go with it."

She returned the smile. "I guess you know your cars," she murmured, "And your favors." 

"I'd say you're paid in full, baby," he growled, nipping lightly at the corner of her mouth before giving her a kiss. "In fact, I might even owe you one."

"I'll be happy to collect," she pressed a kiss to his jaw, then ran her tongue over his day's growth of beard. "I know exactly what I want."



Mechanical Bull Show



My normally conservative wife is a closet exhibitionist, especially when she drinks. The occasional alcoholic drink to her is the one true aphrodisiac, the more she drinks, the hornier she can get. The hornier she gets the more she enjoys flirting and teasing other guys, which turns her on even more, which makes for great sex for me. She figures that teasing is fun and harmless, particularly since I don't mind, but she insists that she would not have sex with anyone other than me because she is afraid it would ultimately destroy our relationship. 

Betty has a very cute, smiling face, blonde hair and a great body with full, large breasts. She knows she attracts attention, even when she's dressed conservatively. While I enjoy watching guys looking at Betty and encourage her to dress in her sexy, revealing outfits, she normally dresses attractively, but conservatively. When she's not in the mood, it's can be difficult to talk her into wearing sexy outfits. Normally she tells me that she is very satisfied just noticing a man's approving sideways glance. 

I help her fantasize during foreplay for sex, and have learned over time that she gets turned on the most whenever I talk about exposing herself to strange men. Some of the best fantasies for her are getting into a situation where young, inexperienced men watch her naked while they masturbate, or a situation where she is helpless to prevent a group of horny young guys from exploring her body. While most of these fantasies remain in the bedroom, occasionally circumstances come together to allow some wild things to happen, as I have related in other stories of our experiences. When I play on these fantasies, she is more inclined to wear the revealing little outfits that I'm always buying her, usually if she wants to turn me on for the evening, and especially when we are away from home.

Once she gets turned-on, usually with the help of a few drinks, my conservative wife can change into a teasing exhibitionist, willing to show herself off and excited at making horny men lust for her. She will innocently let the wind blow her skirt up, bend over in a short skirt to show her panties or display her breasts, wear slightly shear skirts with no slip, or let a bikini top slip.

Circumstances started to come together one evening recently when Betty and I stopped off to check out a new up-scale shopping/entertainment mall complex about 15 miles from our house that included several restaurants, nightclubs, bars and upscale shops. As we strolled around we came to a large restaurant and bar that featured a mechanical bull near the entrance, between the huge bar area and the restaurant area.

Watching from outside by the large front window, we were very amused watching a guy getting bounced around and then thrown from the bull to the very thickly padded floor. Intrigued by this unusual entertainment, we went into the bar for a few drinks to watch more people ride the bull. 

There were some girls and a lot of guys in the large bar area and standing around one side of the bull pit watching the action. Dinner patrons were seated around the other side of the bull pit and beyond watching the show while they ate. The bull was also visible to people walking by outside who stopped at the large front window to watch as we had. Surprisingly, more than half of the riders turned out to be girls, some very sexy, and several pretty drunk, many coming in from or going to the other nearby dance clubs and bars. Most of the girls put on a sexy show for their boyfriends or the guys at the bar rather than challenge the bucking bull. The bull's operator was very adept at making the bull move more gently for the girls in ways to display their attributes or violently to throw the macho guys off. 

The nice thing about living in South Florida is the way girls dress all year, but especially in the summertime. Sexy, revealing little casual outfits that you would occasionally see in the summer up north are typical wear down here all the time. After watching awhile, I noticed that the guys became more attentive and moved closer to the bull pit whenever a girl in a promising outfit volunteered. It soon became apparent that the operator was very talented at moving the bull in just the right ways to intentionally jiggle or expose their breasts, and raise any skirts. Girls just arriving didn't seem to watch the action closely enough to figure out what the operator was capable of, but most of the guys picked up on it quickly.

I watched the operator swing one very large breasted girl with no bra quickly back and forth , and up and down to make her huge breasts swing wildly inside her shirt for the guy's enjoyment. Whenever she tried to hold her breasts with her arm the operator would buck the bull enough that she'd have to grab for the strap and again free her breasts. This was the routine he used on all of the big chested girls that volunteered. He bounced another girl with a low cut top up and down quickly enough that one breast popped completely out of the top to the cheers of the guys. He was adept at moving the bull enough so that the girls had to hang on and could not get a hand free to cover their exposure, but gently enough so as not to throw them off too quickly or frighten other girls who were deciding whether to ride or not. 

I was very surprised when one well built girl in a snuggly fitting, long dress, who had been dining toward the back of the restaurant walked up and volunteered to ride (probably on a bet from her husband or date coupled with the alcohol). The smile on the operator's face told me he was going to enjoy giving her a ride. The assistant helped her up onto the bull with only a brief flash of thigh. She carefully tucked her skirt under her in the back and between her legs and securely held onto the strap before the operator started gently rolling the bull around. Suddenly the bull lurched repeatedly forward and back, which caused her dress to creep out from under her. The bull then pitched slowly forward and back, but just fast enough to raise her ass off of the bull and cause her skirt to ride up. Each time she pitched forward she lifted up to expose her very brief panties and well formed cheeks from the back. She vainly tried to keep pulling her dress down as it inched toward her waist, but couldn't because the operator would give her an extra lurch sideways which made her keep grabbing for the strap. He pitched the bull's head toward the floor and tail up which threw her forward, lying on the bull's head. As he swung the bull quickly around, the force held her in this position with her skirt up to her waist, her butt raised and panties completely exposed. As she turned, unable to sit back up, all the guys in the bar area cheered loudly and the dinner patrons got a good view. She finally slipped off and fell to the deeply padded floor with her legs spread and her skirt at her waist giving everyone a final good show as she struggled to get up. 

I found it particularly erotic when a girl with jeans, a very transparent blouse and half cup bra got on. The guys did not crowd around the bull pit initially because the outfit did not appear all that promising for any exposure. After moving her around seductively for a minute, the experienced operator bounced her rapidly up and down which caused her breasts to pop out of the top of her bra. Her nipples were clearly on display through the transparent top with her breasts held up by the supporting bra cups. Despite the cheer that arose, she was completely unaware of her exposure as he continued moving her slowly and seductively for several more minutes and turning her so that everyone got a long look. Seeing her nipples openly on display to the crowd without her being aware was a huge turn on.

I was standing at the bar, tall enough to see all the action over the guy's heads standing around the bull pit. Betty was seated on the bar stool and couldn't see over the guys as well and didn't pick up on the amount of exposure actually going on, or how well the operator could cause it. She did notice though that the girls in the sexier outfits were getting a lot of cheers and attention form the guys. What she had not picked up on was that the guy's cheers were the loudest in response to the girls being exposed.

I was very turned on for the next two weeks thinking about seeing the girls being helplessly exposed on the bull. I was fantasizing a lot about seeing Betty exposed on the bull in front of the room full of men. I was having doubts that I could ever talk her into getting on the bull since she had seen some of the men thrown violently off. 

During foreplay for sex, I talked about how sexy the girls had looked on the bull, and how much of a turn on it must be for them to have all those men getting hard watching them display themselves. Laying there after some great sex, I talked casually about the mechanical bull, reinforcing the idea that there were two standards- a rough ride for the men and a gentle, complementary ride for the girls who wanted to act sexy on the bull. I told her that I had noticed that the sexier the girl tried to act, the gentler the operator was to encourage her. This wasn't completely true, because the operator had moved some of the girls very aggressively if he thought he could expose them. 

I told her what an especially strong turn on it had been seeing one girls panties exposed to all the guys and the other girls breasts moving around in her blouse. I told her the loudest cheer had been when one girl's nipple had briefly come into view. I knew the idea of getting a room full of men turned on would an exciting fantasy for her to think about. I didn't mention the girl's breasts being completely exposed for an extended time since she hadn't seen that over the guys in front of her and I didn't want her realizing how exposing the ride could be. 

Two weeks later we were going out to see a concert by one of our favorite performers at the auditorium and the route would take us near the restaurant with the bull. I was turned on about the possibility of visiting it again and was fantasizing all the time about somehow getting Betty drunk enough to talk her into getting on the bull. 

With the possibility in mind, I coaxed Betty into wearing a very short, and sexy sundress that she knew really turns me on. The dress was cut exceptionally well for her body and hid the slight bulge of her tummy so well that she felt very confident and sexy when wearing it (Is any women every satisfied with how flat their tummy is?) It was a soft material, tight fitting at the hips, with a very short flaring skirt that showed off her long shapely legs. The two thin straps held up a low neckline that revealed a lot of her exciting, braless cleavage. The dress buttoned up the front with spherical pearl buttons. I especially liked how easily I could pop the small buttons open with one hand while driving when I reached in to feel her wonderful full breast and hard nipple. The only problem with the dress was that a button would sometimes pop open in the middle where it was tight at her hips or the second button from the top from the strain of her full breasts. 

While she was applying her makeup, I went into her drawer and pulled out a pair of very shear thong panties that I had recently bought her. She felt sexy wearing them and knew that I would get turned on imagining them the whole evening and would also cope a feel of her bare ass once in a while.

I started working on her early on the way to the concert, slipping my hand under her little skirt and lightly touching her crotch. I pulled out the "pocket rocket" vibrator that I keep in the car and held the head against her clit for a few miles as she sat with her legs obligingly wide open. Her pussy was swollen and panties wet by the time we reached the auditorium.

There was a light breeze blowing as we walked from the parking area up to the auditorium and I knew the guys walking behind us were getting quick glimpses of her beautifully bare cheeks. Inside we had to ascend an open stairway to get to our seats. As we turned at the landing and headed up the second flight, I glanced down at the people coming up the first flight. I was envious of the incredible view that two or three of the guys were getting as they looked up Betty's short dress.

I stopped at the bar before going to our seats to order us some drinks. When she asked for a light wine, I whined. I talked her into a stronger drink saying that I wanted both of us to get loose for some especially good sex later. At the intermission I got her a double drink on the pretext that I didn't want to wait in line if it wasn't enough.

As I expected, she got a little buzzed on the drinks since we had only had a light snack before going to the concert. After fighting the traffic to get back out to the highway, I suggested we stop for a bite at the restaurant with the mechanical bull for some entertainment while we ate and maybe stop in at one of the nightclubs. She agreed, which started my pulse racing a little faster. Step one was working. I reached across and slipped my hand into the top of her dress and caressed her hard nipple as we drove. I undid the top button to expose more cleavage. I whined when she started to re-button it before leaving the car. She said that the top was revealing enough buttoned, but finally agreed to leave it unbuttoned for me after saying that "you're never satisfied".

When we arrived, we had to wait for a table so I bought each of us a drink at the bar. I saw guys checking her out with looks that said, "God please let her ride the bull". Without asking I ordered her a Manhattan which gets her loose pretty quickly. A table was ready by the time we finished the drink. At the table I ordered a second round of drinks. She knows that sex is really good when we are both tipsy so she went along with me ordering another Manhattan. She is careful about her weight so she ordered a large salad for dinner, which I knew wouldn't offset the alcohol very much. Before she could protest, I ordered a refill as soon as she finished her drink.

My seat was directly facing the bull and she had to turn a little to watch, so I was selectively calling her attention to the bull riders. I pointed out a hot looking girl in shorts who got on the bull facing backwards with her feet on the bulls back and acted very seductive as the bull moved slowly around and up and down. She shook her chest back and forth to the guys cheering and dropped her legs down on either side of the bull. With both hands on the bulls back, she moved her crotch back and forth on its back and gave the guys a suggestive look. Betty commented on how sexy the girl's performance was and how horny the guys were acting. She was talking a little louder than normal and I could tell she was feeling the drinks quite a bit. The operator gave the girl a long ride and let her hop off gently when she was finished. 

I ordered another Manhattan as I finally started Step 2 when I suggested that she could make them a whole lot hornier than that girl had and that I 'd really get turned on watching her up there. She laughed and said no way was she getting on that bull in this outfit. She said that she was a little drunk and knew that she would make a fool of herself falling off the bull. She also protested that the dress was too short and would show too much as she got on and off. "So what", I said, working on her fantasy. "I'd get really horny if they got a quick flash of your bare ass and you'd send a lot of guys home with a hard on thinking about it." I knew that would play to her fantasy.

As she watched other riders, I noticed that her legs had fallen open pretty wide and she was leaning on the table supporting her head in her hand. Her skirt had ridden up so high that she was drawing a lot of attention from the guy at the next table. I knew she was feeling the drinks pretty good, and from experience knew she should be very horny by now. 

I kept suggesting how excited the guys would get from her teasing them on the bull. She laughed and argued that they wanted to watch young girls not an old lady like her. "Bullshit," I said, "You may be 34 but you're better built that most of the other girls here and a lot sexier. I guarantee you you'll make most of those guys hard watching". 

As she sipped some of the fourth drink, I pointed out a young girl who was obviously very drunk getting onto the bull. She also had a sundress on, but longer than my Betty's. The operator was aware of how drunk she was and had to give her a pretty gentle ride to keep her on the bull. He stopped whenever she started sliding off the side to let her pull herself back up. He managed to get her on her back briefly, which exposed her crotch as he swung her around, but she managed to sit back up, swung her leg across and jumped down after a fairly short ride. 

I pointed out how much drunker that girl had been and that she did just fine. "Come on, do it." She laughed and said, " I don't know" which was better than "no way". I told her that I had noticed that people tipped the operator before getting onto the bull. If the tip was small he apparently gave a rougher ride in retribution. I told her I would tip him $10 to make sure she got a gentle ride. I suggested that it would really excite me if she should look me in the eyes the whole time she was riding and give me her sexiest moves. She still said, "I don't know", which encouraged me since it wasn't "no".

After she drank more of her drink, I said lets go up and I'll ride the bull. She laughed really hard and said "This I have to see". I held her arm as we walked over and could feel her weaving a little so I knew her judgment wouldn't be good. When we got to the sign-in area I saw all eyes go to her, daring to hope that she might ride. We moved into the roped off area for the riders and I asked to sign up. The assistant gave me the "at your own risk form" to sign. I walked over to the operator who was looking at Betty and grinning. I held up a $5 bill in my hand and told him that if he made sure that I got a gentle ride, we may be able to get her up there. He smiled widely and said "absolutely." 

As I took off my shoes, I noticed the crowd started building around the wall of the bull pit as guys crowded in from the bar area and some walked over from the dining area. Since they were eagerly checking her out, I realized they were anticipating that Betty was going to ride since she was standing inside the roped off area with me.

When the previous rider finished, I walked across the thick padding and jumped up on the bull. I smiled at Betty as the bull ride started and saw her laughing back at me. As the bull slowly pitched forward and back, I found it very easy holding the strap between my legs with my other arm up in the air. I had to be getting the easiest ride any guy got all night. When it stopped, I swung my leg across and hopped down.

"Your turn," I said as I stepped out of the pit and noticed the number of guys crowding the bull pit. "It was easy." 

" OK, you're next," the operator said, gesturing toward the bull.

"I don't think so," she said to him, handing me my shoes. Enough guys standing close to us heard her remark and started cheering for her to ride. She broke into an embarrassed grin as the guys kept cheering her- "come on! come on! Go!Go!"! The operator also coaxed her. "There's nothing to it, give it a try."

She looked at me grinning and said, "I don't know about this". I could see her nipples standing out through her dress as hard as rocks. I knew she was getting very turned on from the guys cheering and really did want to tease them on the bull. I leaned in close and said "do it for me".

Grinning beautifully, she hesitated a moment before saying, "Oh all right, but you better tip him good". 




Mechanical Bull Show



As she gestured to the assistant to hand her the consent form, a loud cheer went up from several guys in the audience who realized she was actually going to ride. As she slipped her shoes off I held up a $10 bill to the grinning operator and said, "Have fun". 

Smiling, she made her way unsteadily to the bull across the thick padding, and stopped at its side. For the first time she realized how high it was. With a laugh she turned and asked for help getting on. I dropped my shoes, but the operator's assistant had moved quickly to her side to help. He stooped down and cupped his hands for her to step into. As she jumped up and swung her leg over, her skirt lifted way up to show the already excited audience that her ass was bare in the thong. "Oh Yeah!" rang out.

With her legs spread on either side of the bull, her skirt had slid up in the front to display her shear panties, which the operator's assistant was openly staring at. She realized her exposure immediately and pushed her skirt down between her legs and tucked it under her, but there wasn't much material available. She reached back to tuck her skirt under her in the back before reaching between her legs to hold the strap with both hands. She looked at the operator who indicated that she should hold one of her arms over her head. Hesitantly, she raised one arm up and the bull started swinging around. 

I noticed that several guys were holding up their cell phones and realized that they were anticipating her exposure and were going to take pictures. They didn't have long to wait.

Betty was laughing openly as the bull was slowly turning around, trying to strike a sexy pose. She dropped her arm to the bull's neck as it started pitching slowly forward and back. The pitching increased until it was just enough to lift Betty off the bull as she pitched forward and back down as the bull pitched backward. Her skirt popped out from under her immediately. A cheer erupted as her bare ass came into view every time she pitched forward. Slowly her skirt inched up in the back to display her cute cheeks continuously. 

The bull resumed turning slowly and Betty managed to tug her skirt down quickly, but barely managed to tuck it under her. Looking at me, Betty struck a sexy pose by pulling her shoulders back, thrusting out her chest and raising one arm. This elicited a cheer, which I new would turn her on tremendously knowing her audience was responding to her.

As she continued posing, the bull started pitching slowly forward and back while still turning. Her dress easily broke free again and popped up, again exposing her beautiful cheeks to the cheering crowd. 

Suddenly the operator started swinging the bull back & forth rapidly, as though the bull was shaking his head "no". This caused her breasts to swing wildly back and forth, threatening to escape her low top as she held on, laughing hard. As the motion continued, the tight dress material at her hips moved toward her waist for equilibrium, until exposing more than half of her bare ass. Realizing her exposure, she tried to reach back and tug the dress down again, but the operator quickly pitched the bull, making her grab for the strap and leaving her cute ass on display. From my vantage point, even with her hand holding the strap between her thighs, I could clearly see the exposed shear crotch of her panties. The little trimmed dark patch just above her lips was plainly visible behind her hand.

Suddenly, the bull started bouncing up & down rapidly. Betty placed her free hand behind her on the bull's rump to help steady her with the other hand still tightly gripping the strap. This motion bounced her breasts vertically up and down in the very low cut top that couldn't possibly contain them. A loud cheer erupted when her right breast easily popped out. At first just her very erect nipple appeared, but within a few more bounces her entire breast broke free and swung up & down. Camera phones were held up as Betty held on, unable to do anything about her breast being completely exposed to the cheering crowd. 

When she finally moved her hand toward her exposed breast, the bull lurched sideways and Betty almost fell off, grabbing for the bulls head to maintain her balance. The operator slowed the bull and she managed to pull herself back up. When she was again centered she reached to her breast but immediately had to move it back when the operator quickly made the bulls head shake back and forth again rapidly. The strain must have popped some buttons, because suddenly both breasts were completely exposed, swinging back & forth from her now open top to very loud cheering.

The operator switched to slowly pitching the bull again while rotating it slowly around, so that everyone was getting a good view of her exposure. Betty reached to cover her breasts and struggled to pull the dress closed over them, but the open buttons would not let the material stay in place long and they just popped right back out when the shaking resumed and she had to drop her hand back to the bull. 

With her breasts fully exposed, she was completely ignoring her skirt, which had ridden, all the way up to her waist, displaying almost her entire bare ass to the cheering audience and their camera phones. The sight of her bare ass and exposed breasts on display to the crowd was incredibly erotic and seemed to be getting well photographed. 

The operator, probably trying to keep her from covering her breasts successfully, suddenly reversed direction, which caught Betty by surprise. She started to fall sideways and grabbed for the strap with her free hand, but was too far-gone to recover. She had slipped half way off of the bull, one leg hanging straight down, the other leg still over the bulls back, clutching the strap with both hands. She held on, laughing too hard to pull herself back up, with her skirt at her waist and her beautiful, bare ass completely exposed to the wildly cheering crowd. As the bull turned away I was shocked to see that her thong had pulled way over to one side, completely exposing her pussy to the already horny audience. Even worse, with the one leg over the bull spreading her legs so far apart, her swollen pussy was gapping open, obscenely displaying the most private part of her body to the leering crowd surrounding the pit and to their camera phones.

Since I was standing near the lecherous operator, I was getting the best view of her exposure since he positioned her for his benefit. I could hear comments from several of the guys near me as they stared at her open crotch. "Oh yeah, yeah."

"Check out the cunt!" "Holy Shit, do you see that?" "That bitch is showing everything."

After staring at her helpless exposure for himself, the operator rotated the bull to make sure everyone else got a good look at her incredible exposure. and then slowed the bull to give Betty a chance to recover and pull herself back up. To everyone's disappointment though, she took the opportunity to slide her other leg over the bulls back, and dropped off. She immediately clutched her top together to cover her breasts and moved away from the bull. She lost her balance in the thick padding and went down, giving everyone another quick flash as she struggled to get up.

As she managed to walk unsteadily toward me, laughing, the crowd of guys around the bull pit started chanting "more, more, more"! She acknowledged them, laughing, and shaking her head no as she buttoned her top closed, but still standing inside the bull pit. "That wasn't too bad, except for this stupid top", she told me, grinning. I knew she was loose from the alcohol and tremendously turned on from having been exposed to so many horny men. 

Two or three industrious guys held up money as they implored her and started yelling for donations from the others. Other guys started passing dollar bills to the guys near the pit entrance and joined the chorus "More, more"! Laughing, she again shook her head "no". The operator moved over near her and told her that she couldn't disappoint her audience. Surprisingly she looked at me for help and I said with a grin "More"! 

Even though I knew from experience that she would be incredibly excited from the combination of the alcohol and the guy's reaction, I was surprised that she was actually hesitating and listening to the encouragement to get back on. She knew her breasts had been exposed, but I was sure she wasn't aware that her wide-open pussy had been completely exposed and on display to all these guys for so long. One of the guys near me held up the wad of money for her and dropped it into the pit. With her judgment impaired by the alcohol, the idea that the guys were tipping her was the final encouragement that did it. 

Checking to make sure that all her buttons were secure, including the top button this time, she told the operator she would only do it if he kept the bull real slow. When he nodded she turned and walked back to the bull with the operator right behind her. A loud cheer erupted when they realized she was actually going to get back on the bull. 

As I looked around I realized that the crowd had grown much larger than when she first started. People who had been watching through the glass from outside were now crowding around the bull pit five and six deep to get a better view. The smiling operator helped her back up on the bull, getting a good close up look at her trimmed pussy through the shear material as she swung her leg over its back. 

After she carefully tucked her skirt firmly into place, smiling, she looked up at the operator back at his controls. Smiling, he was twirling his hand over his head telling her to turn around and ride backwards. Since she had seen a girl riding backwards earlier, she understood, but hesitated. He kept ordering her to turn, like she had no option, and suddenly, to my surprise, she started to comply. 

As she moved her left leg over and then her right leg over, she couldn't help but expose her crotch to the horny audience. She again tucked her skirt under her in the back and tried raising her legs and resting them on the bulls back, but realized immediately that this gave everyone a clear view up her skirt. As she dropped her legs down on either side of the bull and reached for the strap behind her, I realized why he had wanted her to turn. Without the bulls head in the way and her hand between her legs holding the strap, her very transparent crotch was now completely exposed with her short skirt stretched across the top of her legs. I could very clearly see her little trimmed wisp of dark hair and open pussy lips through the shear material. As camera phones were raised, she was suddenly aware of her exposure and why this was a really bad position for her to be in with the short little skirt. With an annoyed look at the operator, she pushed her skirt down in the front trying to make it tuck under her, but it was stretched to tight and too short to tuck much in. 

Just as she started to turn back around, the bull started moving in circles. At this point, her only choice was to hold her skirt down in the front with her free hand. She smiled, gaining confidence with the slowly moving bull, and tried to strike a sexy pose, still holding her skirt between her legs. With a grin, the operator started pitching her forward and backward, slowly at first but then increasing the rate until forcing her to stop protecting her crotch with her hand and move it to rest on the bull's rump for support. Still turning in slow circles, he increased the rate of pitch to bounce her up slightly up off of the bull's back. This freed her skirt, which started slipping up to her waist. With her legs spread wide apart on either side of the bull, the leering audience could clearly see her pussy through the very transparent material of her panties. The outburst of cheering as she turned told me that those lucky enough to be in the first rows were enjoying her exposure. She tried vainly a few times to reach for the skirt between her legs, but holding the strap behind her back with one hand was awkward, so she was forced abandon her skirt and keep her other hand resting firmly on the bull's rump for support. 

Her hand behind her back was also pulling her dress tighter across her breasts and the motion was straining those little buttons. The operator started swinging the bull back and forth to make her breasts swing around which became too much for the already strained buttons. I noticed the second and third buttons down had popped open displaying a lot of flesh in the opening. 

Her back was to me when the top button finally let go, but I knew immediately that her breast had been exposed from the loud cheer that went up. As the bull finally turned toward me, both of her wonderful, full breasts were visible and swinging around. More buttons let go from the strain until her top was open almost to her waist. She was laughing hard, and completely helpless to do anything about her exposure as one shoulder strap slipped down to her elbow. Her awesome breasts with their incredibly hard nipples were now completely free and on display to the staring audience.

In her awkward position, the bull's motion was causing her shear thong panties to pull up into her swollen lips, exposing her pussy on either side of the narrow material. As the motion continued, the tiny panties were disappearing up into her and more and more of her bare pussy was being exposed.

As she looked like she might be loosing her balance, the operator slowed the bull to let her recover. Not trusting him by now, she kept her free hand on the bull's rump for support. With both shoulder straps down to her elbows she looked almost naked except for the band of material around her waist and the thin strip of shear material barely covering her pussy. Many camera phones were raised trying to capture the sight.

Now that the operator had so successfully exposed her, his challenge was to keep her on display for as long as he could. He turned her slowly as he rocked her back and forth for all to see, giving her an extra jolt now and then whenever she moved a hand to cover herself. The cheering had drawn more people passing by and the area around the bull pit was packed.

Watching any girl so helplessly exposed in front of such a large crowd of guys in such a public setting would be very exciting. Seeing someone's innocent wife exposed in this way would make it even more exciting. Watching my wife helplessly exposed to so many guys was such a tremendous turn-on that I had a major hard-on. 

She yelled to the operator and signaled him to stop, which he surprisingly respected. She was still smiling but looked truly embarrassed as she pulled her straps back up and clutched her dress closed in the front as the crowd continued cheering. She swung her leg over the side of the bull and slid off, again losing her balance and falling to the padding onto her back, still clutching her top. I moved quickly to help her up and assist her out of the bull pit, a little worried that she might be upset at how much she had been exposed. The operator's assistant gathered up the money and handed it to her. 

As she buttoned her top closed she smiled and said, "That was bad. This was definitely the wrong dress for that". I thought, no it was the perfect dress for that. She moved close like she wanted to say something in my ear and surprised me when her hand went to my crotch and gave my hard cock a quick squeeze, not really caring at this point who might see. "Glad you enjoyed it, I wonder how many more are like that". 

"Plenty", I assured her. 

She wanted to head for the ladies room to put get herself together and put her shoes on. As we moved out of the roped off area, the operator called over that drinks were on the house. Betty yelled back thanks but that we had more than enough.

I led the way squeezing through the crowd, with Betty right behind me. Halfway thru I heard her say, "Whoop" and turned. She said its ok, keep going. 

When she came out of the ladies room, she said to hold out my hand and gave me her wadded up thong. "If you don't fuck me soon I'm going to go back up on the bull again like this". 

"Go ahead", I dared.

As we neared the mall parking lot, she suddenly pulled away a few steps and laughed, "Watch this". She lifted one side of her skirt and twirled around to flash me, and a few very lucky men nearby. "More" I shouted. She laughed, turned around, bent over and flipped her skirt up over her back. A few guys had stopped to gawk by the time she slipped her arm around me and continued toward the parking lot. For their benefit I dropped my hand down her back and back up under her skirt to grab her bare cheek and kept it there as we walked to the car. 

After making sure that no one had followed us, I pushed her onto her back in the rear seat and buried my face in her pussy, sucking and licking her clit like a man possessed until she came with a lot of yelling and shaking. Then I pushed her legs up and entered her. After fucking hard and deep we finally moved into the front seat for the drive home.

I pulled out the pocket rocket as we drove. With her legs spread wide open and the pocket rocket vibrating her soaking clit, I started describing the incredible sight of her exposure on the bull. After I described how completely her wide-open, exposed pussy had been on display, she was getting real close to yet another orgasm. She started stroking me at the same time, and started describing the groping that had occurred as we pushed our way to the ladies room. She had felt several hands grab her ass and a couple had reached under her dress to grope her bare ass as she pushed through the crowd. One hand had copped a quick squeeze of her breast as she passed. Her yell had been in response to the one anonymous hand that had slipped between her legs from the front and groped her pussy quickly. 

"Next time I'll leave my panties off and really.....give...... them....... a ........show...." she mumbled as she went over the edge of another intense orgasm.

The experience was incredibly exciting and still is often the subject of our foreplay conversation. My one regret is that I couldn't get any pictures of her on the bull for myself. She had another chance to ride a bull again at a country and western dance bar we found when we visited the Midwest on business. While her panties were on display quite a bit, and her nipple made an appearance, she wasn't exposed nearly as much as the first time.

If any one out there captured any pictures of girls being exposed on the mechanical bull, send them to me and I'll show my appreciation by sending some sexy and nude pictures of my Betty in return. If I'm really lucky, it might even be Betty in your pictures.



Mechanical Dreams



Worcester, MA, 1996

Richard Raintree, age eighteen and born Richard Marsden, peeked around the door jam into the bedroom of his eighteen year old sister, Renee. She was his stepsister really, the family now made up of his Mom, and her Dad, both on their second marriages. It was the only way really, they could look nothing like each other, and yet be born only a few days apart, Renee three days older than Richard.

Renee's mother was killed in an automobile accident when she was four, and Richard's father had had left the marriage before Richard was born. Ellen Marsden had refused to give him his father's name and kept her own for Richard. It was a tough time for all four of them, until the day Ellen and Ronald met.

When Ritchard's mother married Ronald Raintree, she'd decided her dream for a caring and honorable husband had come true and assumed her husband's name for both her and her son. Ritchie, the household name for the "cute little guy," Ronald and daughter Renee welcomed into their lives, was loved and nurtured on the surface like any other son. It was Ritchie who assumed something was amiss. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he noticed his big "sister" and he had somewhat of a different relationship than similar pairs at school. Most of course had siblings, but few if any shared his and Renee's closeness in age. And most it seemed, we're more at each other's throats than quiet and friendly toward each other.

Renee was a kind of big sister at times, having matured like most girls at a faster rate than their male counterparts, and a bit of a surrogate parent when parents left them alone. She was too much more mature to become a "buddy", and yet too young to be respected by her stepbrother like an adult. He felt she was too into other boys and grown up things to take her into his confidence. In earlier years she had even babysat and looked after him as if he were the neighbor's kid, not her brother. 

While he was for many years too young to understand that the added convenience of a built in baby sitter enabled both Ellen and Ronald to more actively pursue their careers, leaving them out of the home during most business hours and on many occasions of after hours business entertainment. 

Not surprisingly, it was from this environment, not forced but certainly encouraged, that his early independence grew as well. His intelligence had already begun to set him apart from others at school, for he seemed to be doing everything a year or two ahead of the class. And now he wondered, in their senior year, if he was doing this ahead of his friends at school too. Surely they must spy on each other like he was, watching his unsuspecting sister in her room.

Richard might have been immature in the social aspects of life compared to his stepsister, but he was way ahead of the masses when it came to the application of his intelligence. He had his room, and his share of the basement where he maintained his "shop." He had his interests, and they carried him well beyond the usual experimentation of most kids his age. Already he was playing with robotics and electronics in ways most college students in their fourth year of engineering would find both fascinating and beyond their understanding. For Richard was a genius.

And yet, as he peered through the door to Renee's room, and watched her reflection in the mirror over her dresser, he realized he was also a voyeur on life, a tag-along, or an outsider with no real roots, and no respected goals. He was simply there to watch, an observer of all, and partner to none. He felt a stirring between his legs, the same thing he felt at night when he was alone in his room.

Renee felt suddenly alone. Not only had her "date" for tonight called to cancel, some lie about an obligation at home, but her girl friend had suddenly gotten an offer and was now the one giggling and preparing to go out on this Friday night. She wondered only for a second if the two incidents were related, but wrote the idea off. No one had that kind of balls.

She examined herself in the mirror as she stripped down to her bra and panties, tossing her blouse and skirt on the bed to save them for another occasion. For the life of her, she could not figure out why she had trouble keeping boys. She was "stacked," as many guys had told her on their first date. She was quite pretty, as her Father had told her all her life. And she was smart, a trait both she and her brother shared, though only he had pursued. 

Her breast size was a healthy 36D, though she was prouder of that earlier than of late. It didn't seem to help, despite what the boys said and tried to do, and the two hefty melons were often in the way. When she ran to keep her lovely figure, she had to wear the heaviest of sports bras. When she purchased lingerie, she had to frequent only stores with her particular size and required strength. Every time she leaned over a counter to talk to someone, she lost their eye contact as their eyes flew down her cleavage. The damn things were just a nuisance, except of course when they were handled correctly.

Renee brought her hands up under them now, and supported them, relieving the weight from the thin shoulder straps. The relief on her shoulders felt good, and the gentle touch of her hands on her breasts felt warm and pleasurable. She slipped her middle finger in front of and up each breast to touch her nipples through the fabric of the bra. Her eyes rolled back and she sighed deeply with her touch, her nipples comfortably hardening and the sensation shooting down to her loins. If she had a choice, she decided once again, she would keep the troublesome appendages for their sensuality value, for she loved to play with her tits.

Ritchie smiled as his big sister played with herself. He'd always looked at her as his "big" sister, for she was the one with the common sense, the adult behavior, and the ear of their parents. All through their youth, from age six when they'd been joined to the same family, she had been the one in charge, the one with the mission, the one who lead. Ritchie never contested her command either, happy to have the latitude to do almost what he wanted when their parents weren't around.

He watched her looking in the mirror, so interested in her own image that she completely ignored his own sliver of refection. She was standing only three feet from him, standing directly in front of her floor length mirror. The angles made it easy for him to see her. At the edge of the mirror, he could also see the crack in the doorway he was looking through. This obviously meant that if she wanted to, she could see him as well. He felt that familiar stirring in his pajama bottoms and his toes curled as he watched. She was a magnificent vision. Once she stepped aside, right in front of his view, her big ass cheeks bulging out against her panties, and her hair flowing down her back. 

Ritchie reached down and cupped his crotch in his hand and began rubbing it up and down. The last time he'd done this, a few nights before, he'd also had visions of his sister in his mind, visions of lustful things that she was doing to herself, but also visions of even better things he would arrange for her.

As he rubbed himself again, he watched his sister slip a hand down her panties and perform a similar rubbing on herself. The two of them stood like that, massaging their loins for several minutes, until Ritchie heard his parents arriving home. 

He cursed under his breath at the interruption, a noise he suddenly realized his sister must have heard. Not quite sure, he thought he saw her look directly at his reflection as he pulled his hand free and ran back to his room. 

Renee turned her smile back to her mirror when she heard the door slam across the hall. She'd seen him at her own door just at she'd heard her parents announce they were home. Her "little" brother had been peeping again, maybe even fondling himself as she was disrobing and admiring her form. The thought aroused her, prompted her to let her hands fall down between her legs and draw themselves slowly up the insides of her thighs and pause on the mound of her dampening panties.

"Renee? I thought you were going out tonight" Ellen Marsden Raintree said casually as she entered her daughter's open door.

Ellen had withdrawn her hands and resumed changing to more casual clothes. As her mother entered, she picked up the jeans and slipped them on, before adding her favorite soft sweatshirt, the neck seam deliberately torn out of it. "So did I Mom," She said with a touch of sadness, "Guess a second date with anyone is just not in the cards."

Her mother felt sorry for her. She knew what dating was all about. She knew how hard it was to find a decent guy. Since she too had a large pair of breasts, she also knew how absolutely frustrating it could be to have so many men try to possess her, and yet so few if any come back. The wrong boys as well as prospective mates would all congregate around the aura of her long hair and large breasts, and it would be up to Renee alone to somehow learn how to tell them apart and keep the right ones. "Oh, poor baby. I'm so sorry. I know you were looking forward to this too." She put an arm over her stepdaughter's shoulder.

Ritchie got into bed and continued to rub his groin. He lay like that for some time, enjoying the soothing sensations on his shaft, and dreaming of his forbidden lust. The vision of his sister in her bra and panties, her hands feeling herself up, was too hot to put down. He reached inside his pajamas, under the cover of the sheet and blanket on his bed, and began to pump his meat. He was about to feel that strange but wonderful feeling of ultimate satisfaction again, when a soft voice suddenly said, "Miss me?"

The boy's eyes went wide and bulged up at the ceiling. That could only be the voice of his sister, and she HAD to be in his room! Freezing everything else, he looked at the door and saw Renee standing there in her sweatshirt and jeans, leaning against the jam. She smiled at him.

Ritchie was too stunned to say much. He tried with, "What… Uh… How…?"

Renee laughed and said, "Yes to all." She laughed now, and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. When she sat on the edge of Ritchie's bed, he let go of his manhood and moved away under the covers as if she had the plague.

"Ohhhh," She purred, "I'm not gonna hurt you, or tell anyone. Don't worry. I'm your big sister, remember?" She looked around the room as if to give the "kid" in her stepbrother some time to collect himself. As she looked around, she saw a lot of the things one might expect to see in a boy's room, models, trains, and the like, but she also saw things that didn't make any sense to her at all. Little arms were reaching up from stands that seemed to have no purpose. A lifelike human eye in an egg-like container follower her movement as she leaned first to one side and then to the other. It was eerie and she looked away, back at her brother.

She placed a hand on the blanket, right where she thought the little pecker of her little stepbrother would be. She landed it exactly and felt the hardened shaft of it, much larger than she had anticipated, maybe six or seven inches long, and blushed. Looking him directly in the eyes, she asked, "Do you know what masturbation is, Ritchie?"

He was frozen in place, loving her touch, but afraid as hell of telling her that. "Duh, I think so." He'd never been able to lie to her, or anyone for that matter, but a little sarcasm helped him add some expression. He always seemed to know when someone was lying to him however, and it made him feel dirty for them. He was not able to live with the thought of that dirt on himself. He'd seen how his mother dealt with it and perhaps that is where the skill came from.

She curled her fingers to clutch the blanket and sheet around his prick, "It's when you do something like this." She pumped his cock a few times, "To yourself." She pumped a few more times and saw him shake with an orgasm. At first she didn't know what to say. She hadn't intended to really masturbate her little brother! She was just teasing him, while helping out in the education department a bit. Pulling her hand away, she quickly said, "I'm… I'm sorry Ritchie." She waited for his reaction before saying anything else.

Ritchie gathered his thoughts. Though he was quite surprised, and just a bit embarrassed at yet another spurt of jiz from his pecker, he didn't want to embarrass his big stepsister and discourage her from ever coming back. Quickly he rushed to say, "It's ok, Renee. It didn't hurt. Really! I, uh, liked it." His sheepish look consoled her.

"Oh, well, good." She hesitated, then relaxed slightly and added, "I am glad you don't mind. You don't, do you?" Renee looked at him, and then noticed the stain coming through the bed clothes. "Well, anyway, that's masturbation. But something tells me you already knew that, no?" She let the question sink in while she looked again at the stain. "You say my doing that, uh, didn't bother you?"

He managed a smile and muttered, "Yes. I mean, no. I mean, I liked you doing it, Renee." He waited an awkward moment, then plunged further with, "I did see you playing with your, uh, things too, and then shoving a hand in your, uh, underwear." He nodded alternately at her breasts and crotch.

She almost laughed at his innocence and said, "My tits, Ritchie. These are my tits." She held them up with her hands for him, bulging her sweatshirt in the process. "And this, down here, is my pussy. We're different sweetheart, but we probably get the same feelings." She though for a minute and said, "Daddy hasn't talked to you about any of this yet, has he?"

The boy in him felt better now that they were involved in a real conversation. "No, was he supposed to?"

She laughed again and said, "Yes! It's his duty! But knowing him, he won't. Poor Ritchie."

"Awwwe, that's not fair," He was mockingly upset at being deprived by his stepfather.

She put a hand on his arm and said, "Tell you what. I'll tell you all about it," She looked around his room again, "And you can build meeee…, one of your robots! Something so I don't have to put up with all the shit I get from men!" She was kidding of course, but thought the idea was a good one, all the same.

Ritchie truly thought on the proposal. How was he going to build a man? There was no way! Unless…

She looked at him and recognized his deep thought mode instantly. "Hey! I'm kidding! I'll teach you about the bird's and the bee's, but I was kidding about the robot. Wow! Are you really thinking about that?" She was second guessing herself due to the variety and sophistication of creations in his room. She always had to remember her little brother's penchant for facts and openness.

"Oh," He simply said, wondering what that meant to his part of the bargain. He decided to try to help anyway, "So, what would you want this robot man to do, Renee?"

She looked back at him and laughed, but then looked back again with a more serious expression. Her brother was simply sitting there with a serious expression. "Are you kidding? You could…"

He interrupted her again and repeated, "What would you want this robot to do for you?"

She decided to play along, but kept her answers serious, just in case. "Well… wait." She got up from the bed and disappeared out the door in a rush. Ritchie took the time to lift the covers and look at what kind of mess he'd made. He was totally wet. He quickly grabbed a couple tissues from the box on his night table and began to clean himself up. He was working feverishily, his head poking under the covers when he heard, "What's the matter?"

His sister was chuckling, and holding a red, clear plastic "thing" in her hand. When he said nothing, she boldly lifted the covers, and saw his cum stained pajamas. She chuckled again and said, "It's nothing to worry about little brother." After a moment's hesitation, she looked again at the pajamas, and reached her hand down to his waist band. Before lifting it, she looked at her brother and asked, "Ok?"

He didn't know what to say. This was all so new to him, and yet not unlike a lot of his most private fantasies. He said, "Sure."

Renee hadn't seen her little brother's dick in a number of years. A lot had taken place since then! He was growing into a real man, not exceptionally huge, but not small either, and still hard! She resisted the temptation to touch him further, dropping his drawers and the covers. "You are fine, Ritchie. Just wash it off. In the future, you might do that near the toilet, or have a tissue handy." She sighed and looked away to relieve herself of the warmth growing between her thighs.

Ritchie sighed too, relieved he needn't be embarrased. His attention went back to the "thing" his sister was holding, his curiosity running wild. He reached out for it, then waited while he looked at his sister for an "Ok." When she nodded and held the dildo up for him, he took it in his hand.

Quickly, he sat up in bed, switched the dong from one hand to the other, looked the device up and down and longitudinally, and squeezed softly and then pinched it hard.

Renee was tickled to see him flinch slightly when he pinched it, empathizing automatically with the poor thing. What impressed her though, was his detailed observations and subsequent descriptions. He was rambling off a list of ingredients that he thought were used to make the stiff gelled instrument and suddenly got out of bed and walked to his dresser. Pulling out a large figurine, something like a Batman, he walked back to the bed and handed the toy to his sister.

She looked at it, felt it and twisted the arms and legs and then bunched it up in her fist and noticed it somewhat retained the shape she gave it. She looked at her brother and said, "So?"

He looked at her as if she must be kidding and said, "Same stuff."

Renee was still confused. The figurine twisted and held different shapes. Her dildo never changed. "How can it be the same stuff?" She asked.

"I have wire in mine. That's the only difference. Oh, and yours has clear plastic, while mine has coloring." He held up the dildo, looked at it some more, and said, "This is pretty simple Sis, kind of like just making an arm?" He looked at his sister to find out what was so special about this toy that looked like his prick. "You want to build a whole man out of this?"

Renee didn't know whether to laugh, or pick her brother's brain. His sincerity and apparent expert observations, led her to lean toward the latter. "No, silly. Actually, this is about the only good part a man has!" She couldn't help but laugh.

Her brother looked at her, then down at his lap, and back at the device. There was a blank look on his face when he looked again at his sister.

She decided to confide in him, having gone this far. "This is a dildo, Ritchie. Does it look familiar?" She held it in front of his face.

He looked at the device again and said calmly, "Yes. It's a… well… what did you call it?"

She was getting just a bit frustrated, but continued. "A dildo!" She looked around to see that the door was secure. Otherwise, her prudish stepfather would be in there in a heartbeat. "Yes, it's modeled after a man's… dick."

Ritchie was both amazed at the intimacy of their conversation, but also being able to tie the word he'd heard bantered about by the guys at school with its true meaning, to his sister's voice. He looked up at his her and asked, "Ok, but what do you do with it? I thought only guys had these things."

She wanted to scream and laugh at the same time. "That's the whole problem! Women want 'em, and men have 'em!" She lowered her voice again. "Men and women, Ritchie, don't just make babies by sticking these things into here," She pointed to her own lap. She wondered if he could really be this naïve. "They also do this for fun, for uh, enjoyment, kind of like what you did watching me, but even better."




Mechanical Dreams



Ritchie sat back and digested what she had been saying as if there was a big piece of the puzzle missing, for it still didn't make sense. "You mean, if you had my uh, dick, in your lap, you would get, um, enjoyment?"

She was enjoying this as much as he was! They were simply playing the roles! Her brother wouldn't lie, but he would play along. From the natural hesitancy to talk about sex with her younger brother, she'd now gone to waiting on his next line of innocence. "Yes, Baby, but more than just laying it in my lap. It has to go IN here." She motioned with her finger, pointing it back at her groin from a couple feet out.

Ritchie still acted as if he didn't get it. He scratched his right eyebrow, something he'd done since he was old enough to think. The gesture was a very familiar one to Renee and she smiled at his mind apparently working overtime.

She decided to take a chance, and just how far this could go. Walking over to his door, she twisted the handle's lock and walked back to the chair at his desk. She then turned it toward the bed, and sat in it facing Ritchie. She remained there for a moment, building up enough nerve to do this.

As Ritchie watched, his sister undid the button and zipper of her jeans and stood up to let them down to her ankles. She sat down again in only her panties. "These are my panties, Ritchie, not my underwear, if you want to sound informed." She looked at his face for some sign of acknowledgement. 

Her brother nodded. She was talking his language. Renee looked again at the door, and then took the dildo and slipped it into her mouth. Ritchie, much to her surprise, reached up and pulled it from her hands and stuffed it into his mouth before she could react. Deciding to let him go for a minute, she said, "That's called lubrication, Ritchie. You are lubing it up, so it fits easily inside me, and doesn't hurt me."

His eyes bulged when he heard her say "inside me." He was sucking on this rubber, tasteless model of a dick, and she was going to stick it not in her lap, but inside her hot aromatic pussy. He stopped at the thought, her scent in his nostrils, and the dick several inches inside his mouth.

Reaching out carefully, Renee pulled his hand free and the dildo from his mouth. While he watched most intently, she brought it near her panties, used her other hand to pull the fabric to one side, and inserted the gelled dick in her body. Ritchie was awestruck. His jaw dropped, his mouth formed an "O," and he inhaled deeply and held it, experiencing yet another new sensation as he did so – the scent of his sister intoxicating him while he watched the dildo penetrate her swollen lips. 

Once the device was about half its length into her, she let her own mouth open slightly, apparently savoring the sensations, and looked at him. She couldn't help but break out laughing at his pose. Not only was his mouth and face in such a state of awe, he had his fist in his lap, with the fingers opened as if he had his own dick in his hand. 

Ritchie didn't even hear her laugh at first, so enthralled with the demonstration. He did grab his dick now, and move his hand up and down minutely, by some kind of primal reflex, as he studied his sister's crotch, the slit her panties hid, and the dildo that had some how parted the lips around it, and entered his sister's body. Finally, he broke his stare, and looked up at his sister's face.

"Does.. that.. feel good?" He asked in halting breaths.

"Ohhhhhh yes, Baby. It feels very good." She smiled at him, and started to move the dildo in and out of her pussy a half inch at a time. As she did this, she saw his hand move up and down in his lap similarly. The connection was not so hard for her to make, but she could not see how her little brother had picked up the motion so quickly. He'd obviously never even seen a real pussy before.

"Renee?" He continued to masturbate his still hardened cock.

"Yes, little brother?" She responded, getting into the dildo slipping in and out of her snatch.

"Could I do that?" He was already reaching his hand out toward her groin before she answered.

This was going way beyond her intentions. She'd never even had a nasty thought about her little stepbrother and here she was showing him how a woman fucks herself with a dildo, and considering letting him do it for her. This was incest! Wasn't it?

"Please?"

She tried to justify her desire, and what she was doing or thinking of letting him do, by telling herself she'd never let him fuck her. Was it incest if he simply moved the dildo around a little? And another thing, she said to her conscience, "He's not my REAL brother." She answered her own incest question with a tentative "No," and decided to give in, but just this far. God! She was so hot!

Ritchie saw her hand drop from the dildo and he replaced it with his own. At first, he didn't move it at all. He took a moment to reposition himself on the bed so his legs were hanging over, between hers and nearly touching her chair. Then he leaned right down close to her crotch and moved the dildo in about an inch.

Two things caught his attention immediately. There was a much stronger aroma coming from his sister's "hole" for lack of a better word, and her body spasmed instantly with his movement of the dildo. He sat back straight, and looked at his sister with a kind of surprised expression. But he didn't let go. 

She looked back at her little brother, waited for what seemed like a full minute, then asked, "What?"

He said, "You are a robot!"

She asked her question again, but with different inflection, "What?!"

He moved the dildo in her pussy and she jerked once more. "See? You are a robot. Action, reaction. I want you to move, I move the control." His use of technological terms was all at once confusing to Renee. The innocent young boy before her was turning her on. The young man before her was espousing technical language. While the one was giving her delicious pleasure, the other was analyzing her actions for future reference, just as a scientist might do. 

She abruptly withdrew her chair several feet from his bed. When she stopped, realizing immediately the pleasurable device was no longer in her sopping pussy, her eyes found it still in his hand, held right where it had been a minute before. Renee looked up at him, her mouth still slightly agape.

"No! Sis! Wait!" He didn't leave the bed, but he did plead. "I won't touch you, if you don't want. Promise. Just don't leave now." He waved the dildo as though he'd forgotten it was in his hand.

She looked at him pleading. The moment was lost, her desire having washed away in a flood of guilt.

"I can make a better, uh, dildo?" He smiled at her, holding the device up in front of his face. There was no way to hide his intensified olfactory interest in the device with its proximity to his nose. His eyes focused on it, his mouth opened, and he allowed himself to sniff the tip. Then he licked it, with his eyes closed.

Renee was torn between her guilt, and wanting to ravage her brother's body. She didn't know whether to jump him in bed, or panic and run. The fog in her mind cleared only enough for her to respond mechanically to his question, "A better one?"

He sat up straighter. "Yes, I can Renee. Listen…" He went on to discuss his thoughts and he asked her more questions. His hardon never left him, but its insistence on being number one priority subsided, and his mind took over with thoughts more akin to angles and directions and materials. His interest in creating something new, meeting a challenge with immediate implications if he were successful, seemed to hold more attraction for him than pursuing the sexual motivations still coursing, though albeit casually, through his veins.

Raintree Rampage, Inc., New York, NY, 2002 (Twelve years later)

The offices of Raintree Rampage in a Tribeca loft, were non-descript on the outside, accessed by a plain, heavy wood door. There were no markings other than the address in small black letters below a camera overhead. A wide, carpeted stairway led to a small landing with another door, and another camera. Inside the door was a library styled reception area with a single overstuffed chair, a sizable flat panel display screen on the facing wall, and all other wall space occupied by shelves of books, some of them rare and all of them classical literature. One wall was devoted to literature, fact and fiction, written over the years and focused on the study and art of sex. A first time visitor would seldom realize that they could see no doorway out, not even the one through which they had just entered. All were hidden for the expressed purpose of leaving the past behind, and the future unknown.

The clientele of the company were mostly elite, many of them performers, several politicians and all of them rich if nothing else. They were also more subdued when comparing them to some of the more outrageous ego's and personalities of the their respective genre. The President and Chairman of Raintree Rampage had no use for disingenuous people, the self-centered especially irking him. Yet, Raintree's two owners were not averse to the naturally aware, the stars and notable people who realized they were stars and notables, but who carried the status with responsibility and poise. This was not a place for the outrageous, but it was a place for the esteemed to be catered to.

Renee Raintree, now 30 and looking as beautiful as she ever would, she supposed, managed the clientele. She did not hide the fact that she was a beautiful woman now, the teenage edges removed and replaced with gentler curves and some bodily transitions. Occasionally a client would attempt to approach her, an act that if not withdrawn on the first gentle warning would preclude a return visit to Raintree, a cost much to high for the clientele to consider. Renee had only one interest in an intimate way, and it was not in one of Raintree's clients.

Her earlier experiences as a nurse had taught her to work effectively with patients, keep them smiling while keeping them on track. She had designed the library setting herself. Her intent was to put people at ease, to let them relax in the big chair and leave their everyday life behind. She would watch each "client" as they sat in her specially selected chair, gauge their attitude at that moment by how fast they looked around, whether they fidgeted or simply fell asleep from exhaustion. Sensors in the chair assisted her with such basic readouts as heartbeat, body temp and weight. Charts were kept on each to give her and her stepbrother Richard important information with which to temper their respective treatments.

After several minutes of quiet, the client would be greeted in the display panel with a digitally recorded video of a sunset over a quiet sea beyond the beach in the foreground. There was audio surrounding the viewer in such a way as to transport them to that very beach and dip their feet in the wavelets lapping at the sandy shore. This served well to prepare a client for what they were about to experience. Their everyday concerns, however big or small, were quickly overtaken by the solitude and a sense of safety unmatched by anything but what it must be like to be back in the womb.

Most would wonder at the scene and whether it was a live, or taped viewing. Those who got beyond that might begin to count the variety of shells visible in the foreground at the bottom of the screen. No matter what the individual was doing, they were totally absorbed in that pastime and unaware the rest of the world existed when another hidden door to their right opened and a very pretty woman beckoned them inside with a warm smile and conspiratorial batting of her eyes.

Renee was wearing a tight, short, black leather skirt this day. He breasts were quite visible above a "V" shaped line drawn by her wrapped on silk blouse. It passed from one shoulder, down nearly to her navel, around her back, around front again and back up to the other shoulder. Though her "client" couldn't see, she was also wearing a small device between her legs that would alternately stimulate the lips of her pussy and the area between there and her asshole as she walked. The longer the steps she took, the more it stimulated her. Richard wanted her to wear this while working with clients for it kept her steps smaller and her breasts bouncing perfectly. She smiled at the thought of her little brother, and that day a dozen years before when she'd first discovered his penchant for mechanical sex.

Home of Mr. & Mrs. Ronald Raintree, Worcester, MA, 1996

After they'd finished with all the different movements the boy could think of on that magical night, and he'd asked her every question he had, he had retreated to his shop in the basement for several weeks, emerging only for family functions and school. More than six weeks later, when their parents had left the two of them alone for the weekend, Renee received the rest of her education in the interests, skills and determination of her "little" stepbrother.

Renee had just gotten home from a basketball game on that Friday night. Her "date" had gotten drunk, and puked his guts out under the stands, causing more than a little turbulence among the teachers and parents that were in attendance. The kids at school just laughed and the guy's credentials at the school, having not gotten caught, went higher still. His credentials with Renee however, went down the toilet. She left him at the game and made her way home with a friend. 

Entering the front door, she breathed a sigh of relief and let it close behind her. The living room light was still on, but her stepbrother was nowhere to be seen. It was late, after eleven, so he would surely be asleep. He was always up first and playing with his inventions. As she picked her shoes off between steps toward the stairs, she heard a noise and realized he must still be awake after all.

Renee smiled to herself, allowing only for a moment the thought of something nice about to happen. Since the incident in his bedroom less than two months before, she had not met sexually with him at all, still feeling quite guilty that she'd let their last meeting get as far as it did. But she had to admit, she was intrigued by his very analytical interest in pleasing her body. 

Entering the basement, she turned toward the walled off shop he'd built for himself as his "Skunk Works," as the sign on the door read. Just as she was about to twist the door handle and let herself in, the door opened and the two of them jumped in fright at the unexpected sight of each other. 

"Whoa! Sis! How did you know I was coming to see you?" He was holding a cardboard box in his hand, about six inches on a side, and a foot long.

She collected her nerves and answered, "I didn't honey. I just came home and was looking for you. What do you have there?"

He looked at the box, then down at the floor, somewhat sheepishly. He was blushing too. "Uh, well, it's something for you." He handed the box to her.

She took it in one hand, and roughed his short hair with the other. "A present for me, Richard? But…"

He said, "But you asked for it. It's a robot, for you, so you don't have to put up with all the, uh, shit from men." He bowed his head again at what might come of all this.

She looked at the box, and back at her "little" brother. Smiling, she asked, "Little small for a man, don't you think?"

He smiled and said, "I thought so. I made it scalable."

Now she was intrigued. Realizing there was no one else home, or likely to be until late the following night, she shook the box but heard nothing. It was not heavy, but it there was substance to it. "May I open it?" She asked.

"Here?" Ritchie asked back.

Renee looked around the room and asked, "Why not? We're alone, aren't we?" She looked over his shoulder as if looking to see if there was anyone else in the shop.

"Well yeah, sure. Go ahead, open it." He said. He seemed anxious to see her reaction to the contents, so she applied her fingernail to the tape holding the end of the box and reached in to pull a bubble wrapped item out. It too was taped and she asked Ritchie, "Why did you go to all this trouble?" She began to unroll the item.

Ritchie tried to talk while he watched, "Uh, well, I wanted to wrap it with nice paper too, but you sorta interrupted me before I could." He was watching intently as she unveiled the item in the bubble wrap. How sweet, she thought.

Holding the device higher, raising it closer to her head and looking at it intently, she was amazed to see that her "little" brother had built a sizable dildo, with a small contoured base, and straps coming from it. "A dildo, Ritchie? You made this?" She admired the "veiny" contours on its surface, the perfect helmet of its head, and the lovely balls literally hanging off the end, unlike she'd ever seen on a commercially available dildo. These moved! In a very lifelike sack.

She looked at him a couple times during her examination of the phallic device, and he was obviously waiting her approval. Something was different about this dildo. She couldn't put her finger on it. There must be some kind of mechanism in the base, for it was larger than any she had seen. The base was obviously meant to fit the contours of her groin. The balls, she flicked them with her finger and smiled as she envisioned them swinging up against her crotch, were normal size, yet looked bigger somehow. The texture of the shaft, as she felt it in her hand, was also different, more pliable than any dildo she'd ever touched, almost real!

"My God, Ritchie! You built this? How… but... WOW!" She was handling the device in both hands now, inspecting every millimeter of it.

Ritchie beamed at her approval, "Wait! You really have to try it first, Sis!" He took the device from her and nodded with his head at her skirt, and used his free hand to motion that she should raise it up.

His absolutely clinical yet childish enthusiasm as exemplified by his hurried motioning to her to lift her skirt and bare her pubes without blinking an eye was too cute for her not to obey. She looked around and found a chair and stepped in front of it. With her fingers pulling the hem of her skirt up, then her thumbs pushing her panties down to her ankles, she sat on the edge of the moderately comfortable chair. 

Ritchie didn't blink an eye as she did so, and handed her the device. She looked at it, back at her brother, and then began to drag it over her slickening pussy lips. Once she felt it was ready, and scooting forward so she sat on the back of her ass, she slid the dong up her cunt and didn't stop until she felt those delectable balls flop up against her crack. The dildo fit perfectly, contoured correctly up her chute, and just the right angles and diameters at each depth of its penetration. She looked up at her little brother and said, "Terrific, Ritchie! It's really nice!" She sat back in the chair, remembering how he liked to move her own dildo for her last time. She began to fasten the straps around her waist, assuming they were there to hold the device home so she could move around with it inside her. She was about to say something about this, but when she looked up, Ritchie had walked away, back toward his shop. 

"Don't move, Sis, not an inch," He said as he walked. As Ritchie disappeared around the corner of his shop, suddenly Renee felt something moving inside her. It was the dildo! It was growing, no, rippling? Like a wave insider her? She was sure the damn thing had just sent a ripple up its length, of some noticeable girth greater than its diameter, and back down again. Yet there was no sensation of friction, only touch, pressure, a whole new stimulation. Just as she was about to call out and ask what had happened, she felt a different movement. The dildo bent, and rotated its head around deep within her vagina, like a deeply penetrating finger, but no finger she'd ever seen could rotate three hundred and sixty degrees! At one point it crossed her G-spot and brought a jerk to her body.




Mechanical Dreams



"Ritchie! What's happening? What are you doing to me?" Her body was near convulsions already, the device now adding the rippling motion to the rotating motion, driving her womb and her entire body to heights she hadn't known before. "Ritchie!!!!"

The young, self-proclaimed physicist and engineer emerged from his shop with a small panel in his hand. It was a radio control, to remotely operate the various aspects of the device. He'd only put the two controls and capabilities into the dildo so far, but he already had plans for more. His only concern at this point was that he was on the right track. After their first session, where he'd admittedly learned a lot about himself, he'd also learned just how much he did not know about the fairer sex. He wasn't sure he knew what had suddenly raised his level of interest to such heights, he'd satisfied his voracious appetite for information with hours upon hours of searching and reading on the web. He read everything from the cause and effect of fiction to medical reports of normal and extreme sexual stimulation, and put together what he thought he needed to respond to his sister's request, a request that seemed to be echoed often in fiction, and occasionally in clinical studies he'd come across. The result was Rithcie One. And now he knew there would be a Ritchie Two, and probably many more. As he watched his sister, completely absorbed in trying to separate the two sensations in her pussy, he could read her like a book. He knew which action he called for on the remote, and watched her reactions shift from one to another as he alternated the actions. He was fascinated by his power over her. He knew in his mind that if she'd wanted to get up or break away from the device sitting freely in her body, she'd never be able to resist its powers.

Renee was shocked, thrilled and hot as hell all at once. She let her arms down beside the armless chair. She scooted forward and reclined further. She stood up suddenly and grabbed one of the supporting posts for the basement, sliding her body up and down the cool rounded steel column. Her fingers stretched longer to claw at the post. She spread her legs around it and clasped her ankles on the other side to pull it closer to her. Her mouth was open wide and her breathing gusting in and out. And all the time, she was letting go more and more with her body, allowing the device in her sopping pussy to take over. Just as she was beginning to be able to tell what was working at any time, a whole new motion took over as the device curled up and poked directly at her G-spot and rubbed it! She couldn't believe it! It not only found her, but was now rubbing up and down and side to side on her G like no man ever had. Hell, she thought, not even she had been able to be this effective on herself ever before!

Ritchie inhaled sharply as his sister began to bump, then buck up and down on the post. Her arms alternated around the column and sliding up and down her torso, massaging herself and trying desperately to bring more of her sense to bear. 

This all began to worry Ritchie. She was obviously out of control, perhaps not even conscious. What had he done to her? He turned the controls off with the flick of the controls master switch.

"NO!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. She scared the shit out of him as he quickly flipped the control box's master switch back to the on position. 

Renee let go of the post and moved to her brother. With her hands between her legs, raking the insides of her thighs, she bent over and shoved her ass into his groin, wiggling it like some teasing whore. "Oh GOD! Little Brother! Fuck me up the ass too!!!!!" 

Her words and her actions were unreal, he thought. She couldn't possibly mean what she said. He froze and looked down at her pushing her ass against his hardening shaft. But he dared not turn off the box.

Renee came twice more up against his loins, the hottest device she'd never dreamed of still threatening her cunt with a meltdown she might never recover from. Suddenly, she looked up at her little brother and said, "Oh stop Ritchie, PLEASE! While I'm in between…" Her head fell back however, and she went right back into the trance of yet another on-rushing orgasm.

Again, trying to comply with his sister's wishes, he turned the device off.

"NO!" She screamed again. He turned the controls back on and she settled back into another series of bumps and grinds against his stiff prick. 

He thought suddenly he understood, and when she next slowed after an orgasm, he turned the device off once and for all. This time, it worked. His sister collapsed onto her hands and knees on the floor.

After some time, she said, in a low and pausing voice, "Oh my God, Ritchie! Where have you been all my life!" She laughed aloud.

He looked at her puzzled, not knowing what to say. Trying, he answered, "I've only been here twelve years, Renee. Before that…"

She laughed louder, a hearty and guttural laugh, "No, Silly, it's just an expression. My God, though, Ritchie! You built this? Just for me?" She was trying to stand up, but could barely manage to withdraw the heavenly instrument from her loins.

Ritchie was beaming again, pleased through all the confusion that his sister was truly happy with his work. "Yeah, you said you wanted a robot, to replace a man. This is the only part you told me about."

Renee managed to withdraw the package from her pussy and sit in the chair. She didn't trust her legs, coming off several of the most intense orgasms of her life. "If you could make more of those honey, you'd be a millionaire!"

Ritchie looked at her with his head cocked to once side, "A millionaire?"

She was somewhat surprised he didn't know what she meant, or was he actually considering the possibility? After a few more breaths, she added, "Yes, you could build and sell these things for dozens, no hundreds of dollars! There is NOTHING out there like this!" She held it up again, looked and smiled at her brother, then began to lick the shaft clean of her own juices. She didn't know what made her so bold in front of her brother, but she felt some whole new attraction to him. All these years she had been his tutor, his babysitter, his "Big Sister." Suddenly, she felt more like something entirely different. At first, she considered the roles had reversed, but nothing in his words or deeds have ever given her the idea he had any control issues to deal with. He was a genuine person, a man without an agenda, a human being with her well-being in mind, or at least her pleasure! She studied brother now, as she watched him watch her lick.

"I spent over thirteen dollars on that!" He said, as if amazed that she would want to build more of them.

Renee suddenly stopped licking and looked at him. Between what she'd said in jest, and he'd said in fact, a whole new idea was forming in her head, but she couldn't help but laugh not at, but with her adorable sibling mate.

Raintree Rampage, Inc., New York, NY, 2002

Renee opened the entrance door before the client could reach the handle. To allay any fears of frightening the visitor, she also announced her welcome as the door began to open. "Welcome Ms. Granger, so nice to see you again."

Ginger Granger stepped through the door, amazed as usual at the personal attention she received each time she came for a "treatment." She didn't even know what the visit would cost, only that for the next hour or so she would be more satisfied than at any other time in her life. It was like that each visit, and just kept getting better. Raintree Rampage was the eight wonder of the world, and its best kept secret.

Ginger's private secretary, working her magic on the books to find time to get her Grammy winning songstress boss her weekly appointments at Raintree, wondered just what it was that made this recent addition to her schedule so absolutely critical as to become a part of contracts she signed for tours or recording sessions. But the boss said it was to happen, and that meant it was to happen. She called and checked with the driver to be sure she'd been delivered to the non-descript address in Tribeca on time.


Ginger followed her host through the "waiting room," a room she'd never even had time to sit in after her first "exploratory" visit, and into a warm corridor of beige, leather covered walls, and a few powerful and heavy, wood carved doors. It was through one of these doors, the one labeled Satia One, that the lovely hostess escorted her client now.

Inside, the room was built and furnished to replicate the bedroom of a posh, New York City apartment. There was a massive picture window on one wall, with a starlit skyline scene so accurate one would swear it was real. There was another building close by, and Ginger could already see people walking in several of the closer windows, as if at parties, or just home from work, or sitting down to dinner, offices and residences all mixed together.

In the middle of the room, there was a bed, or so it seemed, narrower even than a bunk bed mattress, yet covered with white fur, perhaps that of a polar bear. All Ginger could remember was that it was the softest fur she'd ever felt. She handed her purse to the hostess, then her blouse, and her bra. She then let the hostess remove her long skirt and panties, before saying thank you. The hostess departed with all her belongings. 

Ginger Granger was standing alone in the room, facing the small bed and with the night scene behind. She walked forward, and lay down on the bed, with her feet to the window. At once, straps encircled her wrists, her ankles, and one around her waist. The bed began to incline the moment they were secure. As it did so, the cityscape before her began to come alive. People in the various windows gathered at the openings to look directly at her. Some had drinks in their hands, and others put an arm around a mate. Still others, a couple of men, began to shed their clothes. She looked higher, at the highest window she could see, and sure enough, a voluptuous, long black haired bitch, dressed in leather corset and sundry other articles of domination, stood with her feet at shoulder width, and a crop she held in one hand and repeatedly brought snapping down in the other. It was as if she couldn't wait to get her hands on her.

The bed tilted further, until it was nearly vertical. She was still held back against it by the restraints, and felt no tendency to fall forward, but her entire body was now visible to all those in the scene behind the window. Ginger Granger, star and very important, universally known personality, lay naked and strapped to a bed before her audience, to be seen, and even played with if the voyeurs so desired. Her heart was beating faster and harder at just the realization, but her sex was beginning to beat in anticipation. On this "night," as on this "night" every week, she would be satisfied sexually like she'd never been satisfied before. She be lifted to heights she could not describe, or dream of. She'd be exposed to and possibly mistreated by her fans. She'd be humiliated and lifted higher than any award or applause could ever lift her. This afternoon would define the ultimate in her personal satiation.

Raintree Rampage, Inc., New York, NY, 2002, Control Room

"Oh Richard, you are just too much I truly don't know how you do it." Renee stood behind her brother who sat at the control panel, one that looked a bit similar to the ones their client must sing to when recording. There was a bank of controls, toggle switches, buttons and rheostats that would control the brightness of a light, or the intensity of some motion. A label headed a line drawn around a group of these and it read, "Window." Another group was identified similarly with the word, "Platform." Several more groups were visible and the entire panel was separated from the room itself with a large one-way mirror. Renee and Richard watched as the star in their special bed, comfortably acclimated her temperament and her eyes to her new surroundings.

Ginger Granger had come to them like most of their exclusive clientele, through a recommendation from another client, a three-time nominee for the Academy Award. In her case, the scene in the next room would have been entirely different, and the onlooker would have been hard pressed to be able to tell she was not actually on a southern Polynesian beach. The recommending actress would also have been here for a longer time, a full two hours if not more, age and fitness having a lot to do with the tolerance of pleasure over time.

Ms. Granger was older than that referring actress, nearly a generation so, and was therefore able to withstand only a shorter time in character, though no one on any side would ever know this. The secrecy and privacy for which Raintree Rampage was known was absolute. There was virtually no chance that any of the clientele would ever know of the fantasies of any other. Outside of Renee and Richard in fact, they knew there was never even another person involved. When clients were in the house, there were only two from Raintree with them, Renee and Richard. All guests arrived in disguise, were escorted personally to their customized fantasy chamber, and exited from the building in a similar fashion, through one of three different exits, chosen randomly for each client, each day.

Raintree was not cheap. Though most clients made more money in a minute of their professions than Raintree charged by the hour, the hourly rate was still out of reach for all but the very elite of society. If you went to Raintree for the ultimate in sexual satisfaction, you were filthy rich, divorced or married for your image rather than love, and able to see clearly through the old mores and taboos to the uncharted waters to the ultimate sexual satiation, regardless of the means to achieve it. You were vain enough to require for yourself what no one else had, base enough to recognize what that was, and just low enough in self-esteem to accept the cure. But oh what a cure it was.

Raintree Rampage, Inc., New York, NY, 2002, Room - Satia One

Ginger's body was still in excellent condition. Though her age would normally put her in the one hour category at the most, her state of fitness earned her special consideration. She had on two occasions before requested and been granted an extra fifteen minutes of "treatment." Naturally, that extra quarter hour came at a price similar to that of a full first hour, the risk being exponentially increased for Raintree Rampage, Inc.

On this day, Ginger was eager for her session to begin. Though she knew someone had to be watching, she was also experienced enough to know that the money here was so good for the brother/sister pair that had built the place that they would never, never expose what went on in here to anyone else. Therefore, she let down her walls of defense while in this room, let the "world" watch her in HER element, not theirs. She would show them all that she was able to accept human satisfactions that went beyond the applause, the throwing of flowers, the fan mail. She would show them that she could be a slut, a woman of the night with endurances none of them could imagine. 

She would show them her body was fit, sexy, and still wanton. Her fans would want to know these things, things that were sometimes asked in some of the more risqué letters she'd received. A few letters were so crass and direct, she'd had to be stopped by her publicist from writing back to learn more about the person who thought like her. For years she'd had to endure this frustration of unsatisfying men in her life, and the more adventuresome and creative men pushed away, simply because they did not meet her "station" in life. 

But all that frustration and missing out was gone now, thanks to Raintree Rampage. Gone were the unfulfilled fantasies, the hopeless bedroom encounters, the waste of her delicious body on wasteful men and women, and her fantastical mind on uninspired partners. She was with Raintree now, and understood and cared for. She would leave here today completely satiated, and only doubly happy knowing she had a permanent reservation that would allow her back again next week. Raintree was a part of her life now, and would be until her last remnant of desire flamed out. She had reached a stage in life where the ultimate fulfillment was hers and no one, but no one could take that away. She smiled as she watched the people beginning back at her through the "window."

Raintree Rampage, Inc., New York, NY, 2002, Control Room

"She's ready now, Richard," Renee monitored the readings coming off the instruments in the woman's cuffs and sensors in the bed. Her background in nursing naturally gave her the job of monitoring client vital signs. Beyond that, Renee would monitor the close-up cameras directed at the client's face to ensure they spot any signs that a session was going too far. With Richard's incredible robotics, the concern was not creating sufficient stimulation to satisfy a client to their absolute maximum ability to withstand it, but going too far. In a relationship, albeit one strong enough to even come close to testing the limits of physical pleasure, humans can sense a person's vibrations and bodily functions from movement to tension to breathing and even audible signals. In Richard's robotic world however, there was no sense of smell, no sense of touch connected to a sense of reason. The tools and techniques needed the added input of human intervention, hence the control room Richard and Renee sat in now. 

There was another reason for human intervention, and that was variety. No two sessions were ever the same. This was a special part of Raintree's offering in that not only could the sessions be forever different, they could be forever better. A subject feeling sensitive in one area of their body one week, might feel more sensitive elsewhere a week later. Actors often suffered muscle pains from particular scenes they had recently portrayed and required special consideration. Richard had learned quickly over the years with practice on his sister, and later with her girlfriends. Two years before this session, he had reached a new plateau in consistent performance and acquired their first big name client, an actress who had once been a friend of Renee's at school. When circumstances were right one day, Renee had introduced her to her brother and his robotics, and the company and its future were born. And now, with each week full up, they only raised their prices with the ratio of supply and demand. Their current price for a regular, weekly reserved hour was three thousand dollars. A single hour each day at the beginning of the day, and one at the end of the day were reserved for last minute services of five thousand dollars, or first timers at the regular reserved rate. Richard and Renee reserved Saturdays for housekeeping of the books and a cleaning crew that had no clue as to what was going on, only that it required more cleanliness than a hospital. Their business was booming and they had a waiting list for reserved times.

Renee never understood why her little brother didn't simply manufacture the line of robotics and sell them en masse. Richard, a fast learner in all things economic as well as in physics and engineering, knew that the instant his handiwork was available to the public, it would be copied and the market would become overly competitive and he would lose his ability to capitalize on his inventions. But this way, after expenses, and with none of the usual headaches of a staff and marketing and on and on, they were pulling down a hundred thousand net per week between them. It was a fine start for this thirty-year-old's career.

Richard flicked a toggle to initiate a sequence of events. First, a song from the client's repertoire played softly in the background. This brought a smile to her face, a note that Richard picked up. Next, a robotic arm, invisible in the dark, swung down from the ceiling at lightening speed, a pace that would frighten the client had she been able to see it in the dark. But she was not, so her first inclination that something was about, was a breath of air wafting over her fairly large, natural breasts. Next she inhaled with the sudden touch of something like a pair of hands, though with the softest of skin. They wrapped one of her breasts in a cradle of warmth and lifted the mammary in offering to the Gods.




Mechanical Sex



Domino staggered to the cold brick wall, a much better place then the strewn about pile of broken crates, soggy cardboard boxes and trash bags. Her head was foggy, the world in her eyes still tilting this way and that in her blurred vision, none of which prevented her from recognizing where she was. She let her sore back touch the wall so she could lean back, try to remember what happened, wouldn't last long though, the fighting in the area told her inside was a place to be for this awakening.

Domino knew of a small corner bar that she could hold up in until her partner in work and love could come get her. The waitress inside looked up sharply as the door opened, she too could hear the fighting outside, possibly only a couple streets away. The woman's eyes grew only a touch thinner as she viewed the pure white mop of knee length hair slide through the door, it was obviously a girl. The clothes were too telling, a baby doll shirt, dirty and torn, with biking shorts of some sort, they too had seen some hard times, both the legs of which had been cut, and had long runs in the nylon material. The girls skin was as white as her hair was, minus the dirt and grime of course.

Lee went to the table the tiny albino girl had practically dragged herself too. "How you doing sweet heart?"

Domino looked up at her, the ruby of her eyes dark and clouded. "I think I'll live, thank you. Do, you have a phone I can use?"

Lee looked at the girl, she looked pretty young, a teenager maybe, but then she was incredibly short, damn elves she thought, they were so hard to tell the age of. Domino was almost 23, but the woman didn't know this. She nodded and handed Domino her cell. Then went to get her something hot to drink, as the girl was shaking like a leaf.

Domino dialed her lovers number.

She nearly cried when she heard his soft guarded voice answer the strange number. "Yeah?"

"Veighn." Was all she got out before he started talking, she could hear in his voice that he had started immediately moving.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at The Quarry, our booth."

"Are you safe?"

She heard his motorcycle start up. "I'm good, there's fighting a few streets over. No one is here but a waitress, this is her phone."

She could hear the wind passing the phone as he rode and spoke at the same time, unwilling to let go of her voice. She wondered if he had just jammed his ear bud in or if he took the second to hook it up or was just holding his phone. The dizziness spun her head again, but his voice drew her back.

"You have been gone for nearly two weeks, where have you been?" As she heard this news her head thundered, spun and threatened to make her vomit.

"I..I don't remember..." her voice was sliding into the void of blackness with her mind at that point.

She felt the table hit her head, heard his voice fade away in worried tones as the phone fell from her hand and bounced away from her across the table. Her mind awoke as she remembered, dreamed what had happened to her, trying to make things make sense to herself. She could hear the sounds of the market, she heard the shots that started being fired, the city had been in the midst of a civil war for months now, this was normal. People started darting around here and there, she simply looked up, as her and her lover were very notably good at clambering across the tightly packed roofing system of the city, it was natural for her to go up when down was dangerous.

She remembered touching the wall, then nothing, when she finished her leap, it was at a wall, but the wall was now different. Instead of the brick wall in the market place, it was a wall of steel, a wire netting over it with what seemed like thousands of parts. Clock parts, car parts, all sorts of parts for tinkering, rope, chain, hooks, Domino spun on her heel, daggers in hands, ready to attack who was there.

The only person there was an old man of maybe 50ish. He regarded her calmly, even though she had daggers ready to attack him. He had a mop of graying hair that may have at one time been black, but it was dirty and untended, so it was difficult to determine. He stood about six foot, when standing straight, and not hunching. He had a strong form, like he worked out a great deal, the clothes on his body gave no clue to his nature either, as he wore a flannel shirt with rolled sleeves and jeans, dusty and dirty like his hair. He was handsome, incredibly dirty, but handsome for his age.

His voice was calm and even when he spoke. "I've waited a long time for you my dear."

She did not sheath her weapons. She was in danger and she knew it, people don't kidnap others to have tea with them, usually. She shifted, ready to take an attack, her facial features questioning to him.

He smiled. "This could have gone easier."

Before she could even wonder what he meant by what he said, metal bands clasped around her ankles, thighs, waist, and wrists. They were cold, and felt as though they were humming. Her hands flew above her head, wrists tightly joined at the bands, they squeezed her wrists until she dropped the daggers.

Already having to stay on tipped toe due to the pull on the bands, she had no way of retrieving the weapons. Domino looked wide eyed to the old man who walked to her calmly.

He waved his hand about, indicating all the metal objects hanging on the wall. "Magnetism, no real biggie, handy for bondage though." He started unbuttoning her shirt, the lacy baby doll no hindrance to him doing this. "You see, I just received the last part I needed to activate my herald. But, I need to power it. There are two ways to do this, I can either find a spirit elf and force it into its spirit form, enabling my machine to be able to absorb it." He pulled her shirt from her, lifting it up and off her hands, the bands moving to allow him to do so. Deft fingers slid under the band of her biking shorts, pulling the cloth from her skin as he continued to speak. "Or, I can impregnate a Khaldorian, one of my own race, a soul will be sent to the new life, and as it floats dreamily towards its new life my machine can suck it up. More energy then a full grown soul, innocence does still have power you know."

Her shorts hit a table across the room. Her panties were impatiently removed, and torn to do so.

As she writhed trying to free herself, the bands on her legs made her take a pose. Her legs spread wide, her knees bent as far as she could fold them, and her legs were then tucked, as if she were squatting in mid air. Her arms lowered, and folded behind her back and up, leveling her nearly to a point of laying strait in the air. As if she hung from unseeing lines.

Domino cried, feeling completely helpless, she could struggle, but her binds forever returned her directly back into the prone position. "Please, don't do this, it isn't worth it." Her voice was quivering.

The old man stopped and looked at her, then lifted her chin to make her look at him. "Your beautiful when you cry... at any rate, yes, yes I do have to do this. My city, must be freed, and this is the only way, trust me dear, you are freeing thousands."

He turned and led her floating form into a bedroom of sorts. There was only a bed in it and a large man form standing at the end of the bed, head hanging down, black steel body rigid but not breathing. Domino gasped when she saw the thing, it looked like a shiny wet suit, but metal, its face was a brass plate, ornately filigreed to include some sort of tiny gears, its chest bore the round disk of the Khaldorian travelers map. A highly magical device that showed the current location of the hidden city its owner came from. At the things feet sat an odd device that looked like an overly brass covered oil lamp, glass windows showed the inside which appeared to be an empty chamber, a round pyramid of gold, the flat surfaces of which was covered in gems, all glittering brightly, rested on the top of the thing.

Her body glided slowly to hover next to the bed, her face directed at it. She watched as he walked about removing his clothes and folding or hanging them. He stared at her while he prepared himself, "I'm sorry you have to be forced to do this, I wish you understood. I do know it is a great deal to ask of you as we both know, it will kill our child, and more then likely you as well, but think of the people it will save." He walked in front of her.

Domino turned her face away from his half hard cock, which stood a mere inch from her face. He just stroked the cheek she turned away with delicate finger tips, then forced her to turn her face back towards him so that he could slip his cock between her lips.

"It might not happen our first attempt. It has been several years since I have actually had a woman, and we need to, clear the pipes so to say. But I swear to you, I wont do anything displeasing."

He held her head firmly with one hand as he slid himself slowly in and out of her mouth. All she could do was try not to gag. He soon bored of this though and she was levitated back from him, uncorking her mouth.

Domino gasped for air as she was released, but was soon regretting having been. Her body turned mid air, a perfect circle as he looked her body over, his fingers touching everywhere.

"This will not be unpleasant to be sure. It.." he was speaking as if he was hypnotized by the look of her flesh. "Will feel good to once again dip into the quivering depths of the female form." With his last word he shoved himself deep into her unsuspecting pussy.

The pain was unbearable, Domino screamed for all she was worth, hearing his words but unable to even be defiant.

"That's it, scream for me pretty."

He pummeled her exposed flesh, holding her hips tight enough to cause a bit of bruising. All she could do was scream, when she became used to the pain of his member intruding so harshly, she cried, which only seamed to spurn him further.

Xandar leaned down, laying on her back as he slowly stroked in and out of her bruised and battered pussy. He began kissing softly on her shoulder blade, reveling in the shudder of pain and sobbing, the taste of fear and sex.

He groaned as his shaft flexed within her. "Mmm... Gods you have a tight pussy, this was definitely the way to get my soul." He stood, slammed sharply into her once and stepped back, pulling his girth from her interior.

Domino cried still as she watched the bed come closer. Her body stretched out, rolled over and laid gently on the mattress face up. Her arms snaked to the metal bed frames head board, the bands stretched them selves and wrapped about the heavy frame. Her arms held tightly above her head the beds on her legs kept her pinned to the mattress.

Domino cried. "Please, please don't hurt me, please."

His face danced with genuine concern as he laid his large body over the top of her tiny frame. His fingers danced over her cheek, playing in the tears as he thrust sharply into her once again, watching the tormented expression of pain and shame on her beautiful milk white face. She came on him, he grinned as it became much easier to stroke within her.

"You like that don't you. I thought you might." He buried his nose in her hair near her ear, bowing his body over hers so as to be able to stroke into her easier. He whispered as he took her, sliding as much of his flesh against hers as he could. "This is how its supposed to be Domino. Remember the prophecy, you bring the shadow to the city."

His strokes became more desperate. Her leg bands thrust her legs from the bed and to the sides and up, spreading her wide open for his use. Xandar stroked harder, his chin locked over her shoulder, her ass locked in the large palms of his leather like hands. Domino felt the world spin, her body charge with electricity, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, making her body roll under him. He groaned as she came and tightened upon his member and stroked harder, faster, making her scream and arch as she was sent into a relentless spiral of orgasm's and pain.

Xandar threw himself up onto his hands so he could look down at her as he rolled his hips, grinding into her body. Her legs moved again, drawing her ankles up to her shoulders, nearly folding her in half so that he could thrust deeply into her, depositing his seed as deeply as he could. Domino cried exhausted as he came inside her, thrusting once to shoot his final spasm as deep as he could.

Her legs lowered to his sides as he laid on top of her crying form.

He was still softly stroking in and out of her as he softened, his way of massaging her swollen and battered pussy. "You did good, you did good. Shhhhh it's ok. You will get used to it, I promise you." He made her look at him and kissed her deeply, the magic glittered along their locked lips as if drawn in by a fairy cartoonist.

As he withdrew from the kiss he looked down at her, she was still crying, and wouldn't look at him, she turned her head away. His spell had not worked, he would have to try again the next day. Xandar arose and walked from her, the bands released her.

Domino curled into a ball as the lights went out, his voice calling from the darkness. "No bells and whistles today dear, perhaps tomorrow we will get the herald working. Rest, your going to need it, I have a few more games I want to teach you."

She already felt the drug taking effect, making her body limp and difficult to move on her own. She fell into darkness once again.

Veighn entered the bar's restaurant looking at the waitress behind the bar, the flop of white hair that mostly covered all but his perfectly formed lips did nothing to hide his intense stare at that moment.

She pointed to a booth and he went strait to it. Domino lay on the booth bench seat, unconscious. "She just, passed out. Been murmuring strange things about bound and Harold."

Veighn pulled her up into his arms, cradling her shoulders as he looked down into her face, yes, she was normally white, but she was more then white now, she was almost hollow. Veighn drew her into him as he raised from the seat.

As he walked to the door the waitress called after him, making him stop and turn to her for one last look. "Maybe you should get yourself ready son, she was also saying something about the end of days."



Mechanically Minded



This can't be happening. Not now. Not here. It was starting to rain and it was getting dark. My old VW Bug sputtered and chugged along the unfamiliar road. I looked around at the dark buildings on the street. Why did this have to happen to me? Then I saw a light at the end of the block. Oh, thank goodness, I thought as I pulled into the lot just as my Bug gave one last sputter and died.

The auto repair shop looked deserted. But there was a light on in the office and in one of the bays. I didn't see anyone around, but where else was I going to go? Getting out of my Bug, I locked it and walked slowly to the office door. A closed sign hung in the window. I knocked and waited but no one answered. Tentatively, I turned the knob and opened the door slowly.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" I called. 

I heard a metallic banging coming from the auto bay and decided to follow the noise. I walked slowly, looking for whoever was there. The bay was lit by a couple of work lights and was full of dark, shadowy shapes. I called out again, but again there was no answer.

The noises seemed to be coming from underneath an old blue mustang. Walking around to the other side, I saw a man's legs sticking out from underneath. Lightly tapping on the side of the car, I called hello again. The banging stopped and the man slid slowly out. I watched, mesmerized as he appeared. Long legs, trim waist, muscular chest, followed by warm chocolate brown eyes, sandy brown hair and a handsome face with a very quizzical expression. Somehow, just looking into his eyes made me feel warm and sheltered and safe. And suddenly, very nervous as I reminded myself that he was a stranger.

"Um, hi. My... well, my Bug broke down and I was hoping you could take a look at me... I mean it.... take a look at it... my car" I licked my suddenly dry lips.

Greg looked her over as he slowly got to his feet. She was short, at least compared to his 5'10" frame. Curvy in all the right places, and kind of cute. Her short, light brown hair curled softly around her face and her blue eyes were wide with worry.

"I could look at you all night," he said with a lazy grin, "but let's start with your car first. A Bug?"

"Okay. Yeah, my VW Bug. It just started sputtering and then it died. I managed to pull it into your lot. It's so dark, and there were no lights anywhere, and I'm not from here, and I didn't know what to do, or where to go and....." I stopped talking, realizing I was babbling. I felt like I could tell him all my troubles. What was this connection I felt?

"Well, let's go take a look. You're lucky I was here. The shop closed hours ago, but I stayed to work on this mustang I'm restoring. I never get time during the work day." Greg realized he was running at the mouth, too. But she was like a damsel in distress, showing up at his shop on a rainy night. He wanted to be her hero and take the worry our of her eyes, replacing it with a passion he sensed was there, hidden underneath the surface.

We walked out to the lot where I had parked my Bug. The rain had stopped, but it was still very humid and wet. I knew my hair was frizzing up with this damp weather. Oh, why was I worried about my hair? Yes, he was really good looking, but I needed to focus.... focus on getting my bug fixed. Not on connecting with a stranger that I had just met. He might be able to repair my Bug, but he couldn't fix all my problems.

"Do you think you can fix me? No, I mean my Bug. Do you think you can fix it?" I could have kicked myself. What a dumb thing to say.

"Wow, this is one of the old ones. I haven't seen one of these in years." Greg said. "Let's see if it will start and then we can put it inside, so I can take a look."

"It's a '68. I bought it from my parents when I was 16. They had it shipped over from Germany." I realized I was babbling again. I got in and it started but it sounded awful. I drove it into one of the bays after Greg opened the door. Just as I pulled into the bay, it died.... again.

"Let me see if it's something easy," Greg said as he looked at the engine. "If you want, there are sodas in the fridge in the office and the bathroom's that door over there." He hoped the guys hadn't left it in a mess. 

I wandered into the office and grabbed a coke. I sure hoped it was something easy to fix. That Bug had been with me for a lot of years. It was more like an old friend than a car. Dropping down onto the couch in the office, I sipped my coke. Tired, oh so tired. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I would just relax for a minute or two.

Greg walked into the office to tell her the bad news. He saw her, sound asleep on the couch. She really was pretty, especially now that the worry was gone from her face. And those breasts! He sure would like to feel them and see them up close and personal. But it was getting late, and she couldn't be comfortable, not on that old couch. He wondered what her story was, and what had brought her to his shop. Well, he guessed it was lucky for him, and he smiled.

"Hey," he said softly. "Hey, it's time to wake up."

I woke up slowly. Opening my eyes, I got lost in his chocolate brown eyes and we just looked at each other for what seemed like forever, but was probably only a minute. Then I came fully awake, and straightened up on the couch.

"Oh, sorry. I must have dozed off there. It's been a long day. So, what's the word on my Bug? Is it an easy fix?" I said hopefully.

Greg shook his head. "No, I think I'll need to order some parts. I want to go over it again in the morning, but if it's what I think it is, well, it will take awhile to find the right parts."

"Oh, no. I know how hard it can be to get parts for it. I wanted to be farther north than this when I stopped." I looked around. "Do you know of a campground near here? I have all my camping stuff in my Bug. I can't go to a hotel. It's not in my budget, and now with the cost of parts and your labor... Maybe I could stay here, and sleep in my Bug?"

"You can't stay here. It wouldn't be safe. And when I turn on the alarm... well it's got a motion detector, so you can't stay here. There aren't any campgrounds near here, either." Greg said, and then he watched her face fall. Oh, no. She wasn't going to cry, was she. He couldn't let that happen. Maybe she could stay with him? Would she? Stay with a stranger? Maybe he was crazy, but he sure wanted to take her home and keep her safe.

"I'll tell you what. I have a big house not far from here. It has lot's of empty bedrooms for when my kids come to visit. Why don't you come home with me, and we'll see what your car needs in the morning?" Greg watched her face as she processed his words. 

"I, well, I don't know you." I said. "I don't even know your name."

Greg smiled at her and held out his hand. "Hi, my name is Greg Wagner, what's yours?"

I smiled back. "My name is Brianna, but my friends call me Bri." I put my hand in his large, strong hand and was instantly enveloped with feelings of warmth and safety. I looked at our hands and wondered what was this connection I kept feeling.

"And can I be your friend, Bri?" Greg asked. He squeezed my hand and then reluctantly let go. "I promise, you will have your own bedroom and bathroom. The door locks, just like a hotel. I'll bring you back in the morning and then we'll see about fixing your car."

"I guess that would be okay. I'm going to text my friend, though, and let her know where I am and that I'm going to your house. Just an extra precaution, you know." I looked up at him. "Let me get my bags from my Bug."

Greg watched Bri get two bags out of her car. He put away his tools and turned out the lights, setting the alarm. Then he took the bags from her and they walked out to his truck. 

"Have you eaten dinner?" Greg asked. "I usually just eat leftovers or a sandwich when I get home, but we could call for pizza if you want."

"Oh, no. I don't want to be a bother." I answered. "I'll have whatever you're having. I really do appreciate this. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been there, what with my Bug dying and all."

After arriving at his house, Greg showed Bri her room. He told her to make herself at home and then he went to take a shower and get cleaned up. Wow, who ever would have thought that he'd be bringing a pretty lady home with him today. He hoped he could be her friend. Hell, he hoped they would be lots closer than just friends. But he would have to play it cool. He didn't want to scare her off. If he had to order parts for her car, she just might be here for a few days. 

I checked out my room and the lock on the door. It was just as Greg had said, I would have my privacy. Leaving my bags, I went to find the kitchen. I checked out the refrigerator for dinner ingredients. There wasn't much, but he did have some cold cuts and bread. I made a couple of sandwiches and pulled out a bag of chips and two sodas. Putting the food on the table, I sat down, just as Greg walked in. Boy, he sure cleaned up nice. He had showered and put on a dark blue t-shirt that hugged his broad chest and jeans that hugged his, well, let's just say he looked really good. No wedding ring.... I wonder if he has a girlfriend? I realized I was staring and I blushed.

"I made some sandwiches. I hope you don't mind?"

Greg sat down at the table and grinned at her. 'She sure looks pretty when she blushes,'.he thought. "That's great. You didn't have to do that, though. But I appreciate it. So what brings you to my town?"

"I'm a writer and I decided to drive around the United States and write a book about my adventures. I'm taking pictures, too." I answered. "I started in Seattle and drove down the west coast and then across the southern states. I'm on my way up the east coast. Or, I was, until my Bug broke down."

"That's some trip. How long has it taken you, so far?" Greg asked. 

"Longer than I expected. And it's costing more, too. I've been stopping here and there, waiting tables to add to my 'trip' fund. But now, with the Bug breaking down, well, do you know of any restaurants in the area that might need a good waitress?" I smiled. "Oh, and don't worry about getting paid for fixing my Bug. That's covered in my emergency fund. I knew it would break down, sooner or later. I'm just glad it was later!" 

"There's a diner down the street," Greg looked at her. "But maybe we can make a deal. I've been really busy at the shop and I haven't had time to take care of my house. My kids are coming to visit in a week. Maybe you could clean the house to get it ready for them and I could pay you."

"I can't take advantage of you like that!" I said. "You're giving me a place to stay and feeding me. I should be paying you!"

"Hmmmm, well, actually, you'd be doing me a really big favor. I hate to hire a cleaning service. And as you can tell by the contents of my fridge, I don't cook. How about you cook dinner for me in payment for your room, and I pay you for cleaning the house?" Greg put on his best puppy dog face. Didn't all women want to help out puppy dogs?

"Well... I guess that might be okay. I'm not the best cook, but I can make you a decent dinner. If you let me cook you breakfast, too, then you've got a deal." I answered him. 

I hoped I wasn't making a mistake. But how could I refuse his big beautiful chocolate eyes. After being on the road so long, keeping house and cooking would seem like a vacation. To sleep in a real bed instead of a sleeping bag would be heaven. And Greg was really nice to look at, too. I started wondering what it would feel like to kiss him.

"Okay, then. Are you sure about breakfast? I leave at 5:30am. It's kind of early?" 

I told him it would be no problem. I'd just set my alarm. We cleaned up the kitchen and then Greg led the way into the family room and turned on the radio. Ah, soft rock, my favorite. We sat down on the couch and I put my feet up on the coffee table. I was having trouble keeping my eyes open.

"I'm sorry if I'm a party pooper, but I've got to get some sleep." I said. "It's been a long day, and my boss says I have to get up early in the morning." I laughed and winked at Greg. "Goodnight, Greg. And thanks for everything."

"Goodnight, Bri. Sleep well. If you need anything, just let me know." 

I went into my bedroom and locked the door. I crawled into bed... ahhh... a real bed. I don't remember falling asleep, but suddenly a big crash woke me up. I sat straight up in bed. Where was I? What was that noise? It was dark and it took me a few minutes to remember that my Bug had broken down and I had come home with Greg. 

There was a flash of lightening and then another loud crash. I put my head under the covers. I hated thunderstorms. The next crash sounded like it was right on top of me and I jumped out of bed and ran out of my room. I crashed into something solid and would have fallen down if strong hands hadn't reached out to steady me.

"Hey, are you okay?" Greg held me and softly stroked my arms. "I came to see if you wanted a flashlight or a candle. The storm has knocked the power out. Hey, you're shaking."

He held me and I realized he was naked. Well, with closer inspection, I saw that he wasn't totally naked. He was wearing just his boxers, and his chest was warm and very comforting as he held me..

"I'm okay. I just really, really hate thunderstorms," I said as I reluctantly moved out of his strong arms. "That last crash sounded too close."

Greg handed me a flashlight as we went into my bedroom. He pulled out some candles, put them on top of the dresser and lit them. They added a soft glow to the dark room. I took deep breaths to stop my shaking, but I jumped every time the thunder crashed. The storm must have been right on top of us. 

"Do you think it will last long?" I asked. My voice was shaking just like my hands. I needed to get a grip or Greg would think I was a chicken. But what I really wanted was just to go bury myself in his strong, warm arms. At least until the storm passed.

"I don't know, it sure seems to be a loud one," Greg said as the thunder boomed again. I jumped and he looked at me with questions in his eyes. "Are you going to be okay?"

I sat down on the bed. Knowing it was silly to be scared, but I was frightened all the same. Greg said good night and started to walk out of the room when the lightening flashed bright as day and the thunder crashed loudly. I jumped off the bed and ran towards the door. Greg caught me in his arms and held me while he stroked my back.

"Hey, now, it's okay," Greg said softly. He led me back to my bed and gently tucked me in.

"Don't, um, don't go," I whispered. "Please, can you stay for awhile? Just until it calms down some. I know it's silly, but I'd like you to stay. Please?"

"Sure, anything for a pretty lady," Greg smiled at me. He laid down on the other side of the bed, on top of the covers. "Do you want to talk?"

I told him I didn't really want to talk. I just wanted to try to sleep. But every time the lightening flashed and the thunder crashed, I jumped. Greg put his arms around me and I put my head on his chest. He felt so warm and comforting. Mmmmm..... what a nice way to sleep. It had been too long since I had fallen asleep with a man. It had been too long since I had done anything with a man... and Greg was such a warm, strong man. Handsome, too. I let my hand wander across his chest. 

The storm continued raging outside, but a new storm was building inside me. I continued to stroke my hand across Greg's chest, as I listened to his heartbeat getting faster. He was trying to be such a gentleman, but suddenly, I wanted more. I ran my hand up his neck and into his hair as I leaned up and kissed him lightly on the lips. 

Greg held me tighter, as he captured my mouth with his. The connection I felt with this man shot through my body and I kissed him passionately. Suddenly he went still and stopped.

"Bri? Is this what you want or is it the storm?" Greg looked into my eyes as he asked me. "Because I want you so badly, and if I start, I don't think I'll be able to stop."

"Oh, yes, Greg, I want you. I think I've wanted you ever since you rolled out from underneath your mustang," I said. 

Greg lowered his mouth and kissed me tenderly. I could tell he was holding back, trying to be gentle. But I didn't want gentle. The thunder boomed and I jumped, moving on top of him. I could feel his hardness as I pushed against him while I kissed him deeply, passionately, letting him know how turned on I was. His erection grew and I rubbed my pussy up and down over his hard length. Our tongues explored and danced as our hands roamed over each other, bringing more excitement with every touch.

Greg's hands moved up my sides, pushing my nightgown up as his fingers stroked my back and the sides of my breasts. He rolled us over so he was on top of me, pulling off my gown and lowering his head to place kisses between my breasts. My hands ran through his hair and I impatiently guided his mouth to one of my nipples. 

Understanding my need, he licked my nipple, then sucked it deeply into his mouth. I groaned as the sensations shot from my nipple directly to my pussy. I ran my hands over his warm back and down to his butt. Ohhhh, he had a nice butt. 

I pushed at the waist band of his boxers and he lifted his hips and helped me slide them down and off his legs. I rubbed and kneaded his butt cheeks as he bit and sucked my nipples, moving back and forth until I thought I would go mad with desire. I was so wet and so empty. I needed him to fill me. I pulled his head up for a passionate kiss, spreading my legs and guiding the head of his rock hard cock to my warm, wet opening. 

"Please, Greg, please," I moaned. "I need you inside me. Take me, fuck me, now!"

I grabbed his butt and pulled him up hard as he entered me in one stroke. I stopped for just a moment to enjoy the feeling of fullness as he stretched me to fit his hard length. And then I wrapped my legs around him and rocked my pelvis up against his. Greg pulled out as far as my legs would allow and then slammed back into me. 

Our hands were rubbing and stroking any skin we could find as our pace increased to a frantic pitch. The slapping and squishing sounds of our fucking were fast and furious as our excitement grew and grew. 

"Oh god, I'm cumming!" I screamed.

I held on tight as my orgasm hit with intensity. Greg continued pounding into me as my pussy contracted over and over again, gushing with each contraction, massaging his cock until he buried himself deep inside me and came with several powerful spurts.

We held each other as we floated back to reality. The night was quiet except for our rapid breathing. The storm had passed, both outside and inside.

Greg looked down at me with wonder and kissed me softly. I had never felt as close to another as I felt at that moment with him. I was stunned by the intensity and passion of our loving. Somehow and someway we seemed to have a connection that I just couldn't understand.

Suddenly, I realized I was lying in a very big wet spot on the bed. It was embarrassing, but I was used to it. I had been gushing when I came for several years now, but since I hadn't been planning on having sex, I wasn't prepared. Blushing, I looked up at Greg.

"Um, Greg, can we sleep in your bed tonight? I'm sorry but I think this one might take a while to dry out."

"You squirted?! I thought I felt something when you came! I've never been with a woman who squirted before," Greg said with amazement.

I started to apologize, but Greg put his fingers over my mouth.

"You misunderstand me. I think you are the most erotic woman I've ever been with! Can you do it again?" he asked with excitement.

"Now?!!" I exclaimed! "I'm kind of worn out right now."

"No, not right now," Greg chuckled. "I meant again, the next time we make love. Wait, we are going to make love again, aren't we?" His face fell as he looked anxiously at me.




Mechanically Minded



"Yes, I suppose we will. But right now I'd like to move out of this wet spot if you don't mind," I said with a smile. 

I think this was the most absurd conversation I had ever had after sex. And Greg was so cute, one minute amazed, then excited, then worried if we would make love again. Wait a minute.... he did say make love, didn't he? Since when does a guy use that phrase instead of just have sex. I wonder if he felt this connection between us like I do? That's crazy, we've know each other less than 24 hours!!

Greg gave me a quick kiss and got up so I could get off the bed. I retrieved my nightgown from where it had been tossed and pulled it over my head. Greg didn't seemed bothered by his nudity, but then again, it was his house and I suppose he felt more comfortable than I did.

He blew out all the candles and checked the light switch. The power was still out, so he used a flashlight to guide me to his room. I sank down gratefully on to his bed. I had been tired before, but now I was just exhausted. Greg pulled me into his arms and I sighed and fell asleep.



When I woke up, it was light outside and I was alone. I looked at the clock and realized it was 11 am!!! I had really slept late, but good sex does have that effect on me. I guess Greg had gotten his own breakfast before he left for work earlier this morning. I quickly got up and dressed and then I started looking for a note. I didn't know the number at his repair shop so I really hoped he had left me a note or something. I finally found it and Greg had written the number at the shop and also said I should just relax today.

I made myself a sandwich and then I called the shop. Greg had been right, my Bug needed parts and it was going to be two or three days before he could get them. He told me he would be home around 5 pm and we'd talk then, Just take it easy, he said. Well, we had an agreement that I would cook and clean and I wasn't going to just sit around all day. I stripped the sheets off my bed and threw them in the washing machine. I had made a mess last night, and I was really glad Greg was turned on by my gushing, otherwise it could prove awkward. 

Starting in the kitchen, I found everything I needed for cleaning under the kitchen sink. I rummaged through the cabinets, cleaning and organizing and making a grocery list for the week. After scrubbing the kitchen from top to bottom, I tackled the stove and the refrigerator, throwing out old food and scrubbing until everything was sparkling. I started dinner and then went and took a shower. I wasn't usually "Suzy Homemaker", but for room and board, I figured I could handle it for a week. 

"Wow, something smells great in here!" Greg said, as he walked in the front door. "Let me go take a shower and then we can eat." He gave me a quick kiss and headed upstairs. 

I put the finishing touches on dinner and set the table. Just that little kiss had me wet and anticipating making love with Greg again.

During dinner we talked about my Bug, how much the parts and labor would cost and how long it was going to take to fix it. It seemed that my Bug should be ready in a week, which was a few days before his kids were coming to visit. Greg told me he had four kids, three were married, and he was really happy that they were all going to be getting together, I asked him what foods he liked and we decided to do the grocery shopping after dinner. Clearing the dishes, we walked into the kitchen.

"It looks great in here! But I thought I told you to take it easy today," Greg said.

"I wanted to get started and I had enough time to get this room cleaned today. I want to make sure you get your money's worth," I told him.

"Thank you, Bri," Greg took me in his arms and gave me a very passionate kiss.

It was such a wonderful, deep kiss, that I found myself melting into his arms. Our tongues danced and seduced and it was long moments before we came up for air.

"We need to get the groceries, and if we hurry we'll be back soon and then we can continue this," I said as I gave him another quick kiss and then danced out of his arms.

"Okay, we will continue this later," Greg laughed, "but we'd better do some speed shopping." 

So we got in his truck and did the shopping and put all the groceries away in record time. Greg went into the family room put the soft rock station on. Sitting down on the sofa, I started rubbing my tired hands, Greg came and sat down next to me.

"Here, let me see your hands," he said, as he took both of my hands in his.

The contrast was amazing. My tiny, soft hands were engulfed by his much larger, work worn hands. Greg started rubbing them, moving his thumb over one knuckle and then another. Massaging my palms with his strong fingers. Then he massaged each one of my fingers, starting at the base and working his way out to the tip. It felt so warm and very relaxing.

"Oh, Greg, where did you learn to do that?" I sighed. "It feels wonderful."

"I'm only getting started. Just relax," he said "and concentrate on the sensations in your hands."

He continued massaging my hands, rubbing my thumbs from my wrist to the tip of each thumb. I thought he was done, but he lifted my right hand and kissed it on the back. Turning it over, he ran his tongue around my palm, licking and sucking. I could feel that sensation zinging straight to my pussy. 

Greg looked up and caught my eyes, like he could see straight into my soul. And then, slowly, he sucked my index finger into his warm, wet mouth. Swirling his tongue all around my finger, he continued to suck on it. It was hard to sit still. I could feel the tingling in my pussy and I knew I was starting to get wet. I wanted to close my eyes, or look away, but somehow, Greg's eyes had captured mine.

He continued, sucking and licking each of my fingers deep into his mouth, until I was squirming slightly and tensing my thighs. I could feel my moisture moving down over the lips of my pussy, getting my body ready for his cock.

Greg nipped at the base of my thumb and then licked it to take away the sting. Keeping his connection with my eyes, he started on my left hand. Kissing it on the back and then licking and sucking my palm. Sucking my index finger deep into his mouth, paying attention to my eyes and the ecstasy on my face.

"Ohhhhh, Greg," I sighed. "That feels sooo good."

I was melting and tensing at the same time. The sensations continued to shoot through my body straight to my core, getting me more and more excited as Greg sucked each of my fingers. He nipped the base of my thumb, licked it and then kissed and sucked on the inside of my wrist. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. I wanted to reach for him, and kiss him, and drag his body down on top of mine. 

Greg let go of my hand and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Slowly unbuttoning my shirt and then pushing it off my shoulders, he revealed my large breasts encased in a turquoise satin bra. Giving the swell of each breast a quick kiss, he went back to sucking on my wrist. Greg kissed slowly up my arm, until he reached the hollow of my elbow. There he stopped, swirling his tongue around and sucking my tender skin. I ran my hand through his soft hair and around his ear as I started purring like a cat. I could feel Greg smile his pleasure against my arm. I was amazed at how sensitized my skin felt.

Greg continued his kisses up my arm, across my shoulder to the base of my neck. Again he stopped, sucking and swirling his tongue in the hollow there. I turned my head and blew in his ear, while I stroked my hand down his back. He kissed his way up my neck and across my jaw. Then he licked sensuously over my lips before giving me a passionate kiss. 

I put my arms around him and held him close, exploring his mouth with my tongue while he did the same. And then he sucked my tongue into his mouth. When he let go, he started slowly thrusting his tongue into my mouth, mimicking the motion my pussy so desperately needed. Reaching around me, he unhooked my bra and pulled it away, letting my large breasts free. Leaning back to get a better look at me, he sighed.

"Bri, oh, woman, you have the most beautiful breasts I have seen in a long, long time. Hmmmmm. I know where my mouth wants to go next."

Greg covered my chest and the tops of my breasts with lots of kisses. Holding my heavy breasts in his hands he rubbed his thumbs over my hardening nipples. He slowly licked my areola and then sucked my nipple deep into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, while his hand stroked and rolled the nipple on my other breast.

I pulled his shirt up his back and over his head. Holding his head in my hands, I licked and sucked on his ear lobe and then kissed him passionately. My breasts were rubbing against his chest as we ran our hands over each others bodies. 

"Greg, I need you inside me. I'm burning up." I gasped as I reached for the buckle on his belt.

"Now, slow down," Greg said, as he moved my hands away from his pants. "Last night was fast and wonderful, but tonight I'm taking my time. I want to make love to every inch of your body."

"You're going to kill me," I gasped. "I can't wait any longer."

Greg leaned forward and kissed me and then swung me up in his arms and headed for the stairs. I held on tightly as I kissed along his jaw and nibbled on his ear. He carried me into his bedroom and put me in the middle of his bed lying down beside me. Holding my hands above my head , he continued to kiss me until I was lost in the sensations. When the kisses stopped, I realized he had tied my hands to the bed with silken ropes.

"Hey, what's this? What are you doing?" I exclaimed, as I tugged on my arms.

"I'm taking my time and this way you will just have to lie back and enjoy it," Greg said as he smiled down at me.

He gave me one more quick kiss on the lips and then kissed his way down my neck, over my chest and then he pushed my breasts together and sucked both my nipples into his mouth. My eyes closed as I was lost in the sensations he was sending through my body. With every tug on my nipples, I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I pushed my pussy against his body, trying to get closer, trying to relieve the pressure that he was building up inside me. 

"Oh, Greg," I moaned. "Oh, that feels so good."

His response was to suckle harder on my nipples and nibble lightly on them. I arched my back and moaned as the excitement raced through my body. Greg replaced his mouth with his hands, tugging and rolling my nipples in his fingers as he kissed his way down my stomach. Moving down to the foot of the bed, he took my shoes and socks off. He ran his hands up the outside of my legs, over my hips and up to my waist.

"Bri.... look at me," he said, as he captured my eyes with his. "I'm going to touch you and lick you until you cum over and over again, and then I'm going to bury my hard cock deep inside of you and very slowly slide in and out of you until we both lose control."

"Oh, Greg," I sighed. "No one has ever looked at me or treated me the way you do. You are making me crazy with wanting you."

Greg smiled at me and I smiled back. Suddenly I was filled with happiness. He unzipped my pants and pulled them off in one smooth move. Lowering his face to my panty covered pussy, he inhaled my scent and then licked me through the dampened silk. 

"Bri, you smell heavenly," Greg said, and then he pulled my panties off and licked my slit from bottom to top.

I moaned and then with my last coherent thought I remembered to tell him to get towels to put underneath me.

Holding my hips down to the bed, Greg licked and nibbled on my nether lips. With my hands tied to the bed, I couldn't move. I could only lie there lost in the sensations that were racing over my body. Every nerve came alive and just when I thought I couldn't stand anymore, Greg started flicking my clit with his tongue. 

"Gush for me, Bri. I want to drink your sweet cum." Greg demanded, as he put one and then two fingers inside my hot pussy. He stroked and massaged my gspot and sucked my clit deep into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

I started trembling, pushing my pussy against his mouth, as he continued fingering me and sucking my clit until I exploded. My hot cum flowed out of me and into his waiting mouth. Greg drank as much as he could, but I kept cumming and gushing until his face was drenched.

"Fuck me, Greg!!!" I demanded. "I need you inside me, filling me. Please, I need you now!!!"

Greg moved up my body and entered me in one hard stroke, holding still when he reached my depths. I desperately moved my hips, but he remained still, embedded deeply inside me. Just when I thought I would go insane, he started moving, very, very slowly stroking in and out. It was exquisite, feeling every movement so clearly. My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending screaming from the sensations.

Greg picked my legs up and put them on his shoulders so he could enter me even more deeply. He took his time, gradually increasing his speed until it felt like we had been fucking for forever. Finally overcome with passion and lust, he pounded into me. I met each of his thrusts, pushing back as hard as I could,until I exploded again. Orgasm after orgasm shook my body. My control was gone and I continued to cum, screaming as my orgasms flowed from one into the next.

Pounding deep in to my contracting pussy, Greg stiffened and came, spurting over and over again, bathing my tunnel walls. Collapsing over me, he kissed me, letting me know how deeply our passion had affected him.

Greg reached up and untied my hands and then rolled to his back, cuddling me in his arms. We held each other and kissed softly as we drifted, back to reality and then into a deep sleep.



I woke up slowly, curled into Greg's warm arms. A smile formed on my lips, as I remembered how thoroughly I had been loved last night. Mmmmmm..... my body felt so good this morning. I slid out of bed and went downstairs to find breakfast. 

I made two cinnamon raisin bagels, one with butter and one with cream cheese and took them upstairs along with a pot of tea with milk and two mugs. Putting the tray on the bedside table, I woke Greg up with a kiss.

"Good morning, lover. Your breakfast is served." I said, pointing to the tray.

"Later, breakfast can come later," Greg said, as he pulled me down into his arms. "Right now I want morning kisses!"

Kissing me all over my face, Greg rolled over on top of me, trapping me under his body. I giggled and I could feel his morning hard on, so I grabbed his butt and pulled him down hard as I pushed my hips up.

"Hmmmm.... and what have we here?" I said, rubbing against his cock.

Greg kissed me and then rolled over again, so I was on top. I smiled as I rubbed my pussy up and down over his hard length, covering him with the liquid of my excitement.

"Yes, breakfast can come later, but I want to cum now!!" I said as I reached down and impaled myself on his rock hard shaft,.

Placing my hands on his chest, I started sliding up and down, moving my hips to give us the most pleasure. Greg reached up, rubbing my breasts and rolling my nipples with his fingers. I threw my head back, thrusting my breasts into his hands as I rode him. Pushing myself down on him until his cock was deeply embedded inside me, I stopped moving. Oh, the sensation of him filling me, stretching me was incredible.

Greg sat up and kissed me deeply and I started to move on him again. And then he pushed my breasts together and sucked both my nipples into his mouth, rolling them with his tongue.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I cried, as my orgasm started building. "That feels so good.... more, more, more!"

His response was to bite my nipples, gently at first and then with more pressure. I came apart in his arms, my orgasms shaking my whole body while my pussy contracted and massaged his cock. I could feel the strong, hot jets of his cum inside me as he came. I screamed my pleasure while I came over and over again until I collapsed into his arms. 

Greg laid back on the bed, holding me on top of him. My body was still shaking and small orgasm aftershocks were flowing through me. I could feel his cock still inside me and the mixture of our cum sliding out of me. I was totally spent. Greg rubbed my back and held me as I drifted back into reality.

"Now that was a spectacular way to wake up!" Greg said, as he held me and kissed me.

"Ummmmm....." I sighed, kissing him back, enjoying the feeling of being totally satisfied and connected to this incredible man.

Greg sat up, pulling me up next to him. He reached for the tray and we ate breakfast together, basking in the afterglow. It truly was a great start to the day.

After we ate, Greg showered and left for work. I threw on a tshirt and shorts and started my job of cleaning his house. I cleaned all the bedrooms and the bathrooms and then took a break for lunch. I stopped to admire all the pictures he had of his kids and their families. I sometimes wished I had a big family, but I did enjoy the freedom to travel and do as I pleased. And right now, I was very pleased to have met Greg. There was just something very special about him, and I knew I wanted to spend more time with him. Maybe I could come back again after I finished my road trip.

I had a quick lunch and marinated some steaks for dinner. Deciding I needed a break, I took a relaxing hot bath, scenting my body with lavender. I dressed in my favorite sundress that flowed around my legs. Since I couldn't wear a bra with it, I decided not to wear panties either. Putting on a soft rock station, I moved around the room, humming and singing along with the music. I was happy.

When Greg got home, I met him at the door with a smile on my face and a big kiss. He held my hand and twirled me around.

"Wow, you look good enough to eat," he said, with a sexy grin on his face.

"You go get cleaned up, and we'll eat dinner first. And then we will see what happens after that." I answered back.

Greg grilled the steaks and veggies while I made a salad. We had a nice dinner and talked about lots of different things, just getting to know each other better. After dinner, Greg drove me back to his shop so I could get some more of my things from my car. The parts were in and he thought he would have it done in a few more days. 

The shop was quiet, since everyone else had left for the day. As he showed me around, I could tell that Greg was really proud of his shop. He had made a good life for himself here, and he was a respected member of the community. I wandered around and then asked him what all the controls were for. He picked up a controller and pushed a button and a car lift moved up from the floor. He stopped it at the height of his shoulders. Greg put his hands on my waist, and before I knew what he was doing, he had swung me up so I was sitting up on the lift. 

"Wow, it's really high up here," I laughed. "Everything sure looks different."

"Yes, everything sure does look different," Greg said with a grin. 

Pushing my legs apart, he stood between them and buried his face in my lap. Then he ran his hands up my legs, moving my dress up higher and higher. I knew the exact moment he realized I was naked underneath my dress by his sharp intake of breath. He placed a gentle kiss on my mons and I sighed.

"Bri, you are beautiful, and I am going to lick you and eat you until you beg me to stop."

"Okay, but you'd better hold on to me. I don't want to fall from up here."

And then words escaped me as Greg proceeded to do exactly as he had promised. I held on tight to his head, pushing his face deeper into my pussy as he licked my slit from top to bottom. Kissing the tops of my thighs and then back to my pussy, licking and teasing me until I begged for more. Using his tongue deep inside of me, thrusting it in and out until I cried out my pleasure. Sucking my nether lips into his mouth and rolling them with his tongue. Drinking all my juices with licks and slurps and swallows. Licking and sucking my clit until I gushed all over his face, screaming with ecstasy. I shook with my orgasms and gushed a river which Greg gladly drank as if he was dying of thirst. I came so many times, I was swaying and totally lost in the wonderful sensations he created. 




Mechanically Minded



"No more, no more, please," I begged. "Stop, please stop. I can't take anymore."

Greg held me tight as he lowered the lift to the level of his hips. He pulled me into his arms and we kissed passionately, deeply. And then he entered me, his rock hard cock driving deeply into me. The connection was amazing. It was as if we were one person, two half's coming together again.

Slowly he pulled out and slowly he moved back into me. Over and over until I was begging him for more.... faster, harder, deeper. My orgasm started to build from my toes until my whole body was cumming for him. I held him tightly as my body came apart and became his. And then he came, deep inside me and I wanted to keep him there, forever.

We held each other for a long time, until he softened and came out of me. And still we held each other. I was lost in the profound feelings that our explosive loving had evoked. I had never felt this way before. Never felt this close to another person in all my life. I had only met Greg two days ago. How was this connection possible?

"Oh, Bri," Greg said as he rested his forehead on mine. "You are something else, love."

He held me in his arms as he set me down on my feet. I started to move away, but he put his finger underneath my chin and brought my eyes to his. The wonder in his eyes matched my feelings. The connection between us burned as we gazed into each others eyes. Greg kissed me gently. I moved away and went to the bathroom to put myself back together, physically and emotionally.

We collected my bags and drove back to his house. I sat close to him in his truck. We didn't talk, it was too soon to talk about what had happened and what it might mean. Coming into his house, we got ready for bed and climbed in, skin to skin. Holding each other and stroking lightly, we just enjoyed the quiet contentment before we fell asleep, again, in each others arms. 



I woke up slowly, cradled in Greg's arms. We were spooning on the bed and he was softly stroking my arm. I stretched and pushed my butt back into his morning erection. Realizing I was now awake, Greg ran his fingertips over my erect nipples. Ahhhh..... what a way to wake up. 

I continued rocking my ass against his hard cock as he rolled my nipples between his fingertips. Greg's hand traveled down my belly and over my hip, seductively stroking lightly over my skin. As his cock stroked the crack of my ass, his hand reached my clit and he circled it with his fingers. I put my leg on top of his to give him better access to where I needed him most. Holding his cock, Greg rubbed the velvet head over my wet pussy lips. Teasing me, he put just the head inside me. I pushed back against him, wanting more, wanting all of his hardness deep inside of me. 

Slowly, every so slowly, he entered me until I could feel his balls pressing against me. 

"Ohhhh..... yes," I sighed. "Deep inside me, just like that."

We rocked together, moving slowly and sensuously against each other. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy as he played with my nipples was exquisite. There was no rush and it was as if we had all the time in the world. 

Greg moved his hand down again to tease my clit as he nibbled on my neck and shoulder following with kisses to soothe the sting of his love bites. My body started tingling and we moved a little faster as our excitement grew. I reached up and held his head to my neck, running my hand through his hair. Greg's hand worked faster on my clit and then he sucked my ear lobe into his mouth. 

"Ohhh... that feels so good," I moaned as the pressure inside me built. "Ohhhhh..... I'm cumming! Yes, oh yessssss!!"

My body melted into his as we both came at the same time. The connection between us was just getting stronger and stronger. I shook in his arms as he held me and turned my head so we could kiss.

"God, Bri," Greg said softly, "I just can't seem to get enough of you."

"I know how you feel," I answered. " It seems like we've always been together, and yet, everything is so exciting and new. It feels so right, having you so deep inside of me."

"I don't want to go to work. I would much rather stay here with you today." Greg sighed. "But I have jobs that have to be finished by the end of the day. I've promised my customers."

"It's okay. I understand." I said. "I like that you are a good man and that your customers respect you. I wouldn't want you to be different than you are. But I'll be waiting here for you after work, with dinner ready."

"Hmmmm.....As long as you are ready, dinner can wait," Greg said with a smile and a wink.

Laughing, we got out of bed and got ready for the day. Greg went to work and I started cleaning the downstairs of his house. It was a beautiful sunny day, so after awhile I took a break and sat outside. I was amazed at how happy I was. Greg just seemed to have that effect on me. I didn't want to question how I was feeling, or analyze it, so I went back inside to start dinner. I was making a pot roast and I wanted to get it started so it would be ready when he came home. Suzy Homemaker, I'm not, but somehow, taking care of Greg and his house were all wrapped up in my happiness.

As I was putting dinner on the stove, Greg called to say he would be getting home a little late tonight. He had a regular basketball game on Wednesday nights with his buddies that he had forgotten to mention. I understood... after all we were a little distracted this morning. And he was doing me a favor, really, letting me stay in his house while he fixed my Bug. 

I took the dinner off the stove, figuring I would start it later. Then I went for a walk around the block. I took a few pictures of Greg's house. Maybe I'd get one really good picture I could blow up for him. Then I pulled out my computer and wrote some about my trip across the country. I had been lots of places and I really hoped I could sell my work. I got distracted with my computer and I was surprised when Greg walked in the door.

"Oh, no!" I exclaimed. "I forgot to start dinner! Don't worry it should be ready in an hour or so."

I ran into the kitchen and put it in on the stove. Oh, I felt so silly.

"Bri, it's okay." Greg laughed. "I'm sure we can find something to do while we wait."

He came over to me and gave me a big kiss. He was all sweaty from basketball, so he ran upstairs to get cleaned up. I decided that I would join him. Following him upstairs to the bedroom, I could hear the water already running. As I crossed the room I removed my shirt and bra and dropped them on the bed. Then I pushed my pants off and left them on the floor. By the time I walked into the bathroom, I was naked and hot with desire for him. I could see him through the shower curtain.... his hard body and sexy ass. I moved the curtain aside and stepped in behind him and ran my hands over his shoulders.

"Hi, lover. Mind if I join you?" I asked.

"Not at all. Come on in, love, the water's warm." he said, as he pulled my arms around his waist.

I pressed my breasts against his back as my hands stroked his abdomen. Taking the soap out of his hands, I rubbed it across his chest and over his shoulders. Soaping up his back made my breasts slippery and I slid them up and down his back. I washed his butt cheeks and ran my soapy fingers down the crack of his ass. Cupping his balls gently, I rolled them around in my hand.

"God, love," Greg sighed. "That feels so very good."

I pulled my hands back and rubbed them with the soap until they were really soapy and slippery. Putting the soap down, my hands wandered around his hips and down his belly. When I reached his cock, it was already standing hard. I ran my soapy hands over him, slipping up and down his shaft. Greg reached back and gripped my ass, pulling me tighter against him. The water pulsed against his chest and ran down his body, washing all the slippery soap away.

"Turn around, Greg."

When he turned around and was facing me, I reached up and pulled him down for a deep kiss. The warm water was running down his back as I kissed his lips once more. Licking and kissing my way down his chest and across his abdomen, I lowered myself onto my knees. I cupped his balls again as I admired his rock hard cock.

"Mmmmmm.....I love a clean man," I murmured, placing a kiss on the tip of his penis.

"Oh, Bri, I am so hot for you right now, love."

Taking just the mushroom head of his cock into my hot, wet mouth, I swirled my tongue over him. I concentrated on licking the tip with my tongue as my lips sucked and moved around the rim of his cock. Greg tried to stand still but soon was pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. My tongue continued to swirl over him, while my lips sucked and pulled him into my throat. The feeling of his velvet head rubbing against the roof of my mouth and down my throat was so incredibly erotic. Sucking as I pulled back, I popped his cock out of my mouth.

I smiled up at him as I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock. Over and over, I licked his cock like he was my favorite ice cream cone. Swirling and licking with my tongue and then sucking him back into my mouth. Taking him as deeply into my throat as I could. Moving my head back and forth, running his velvet head over the roof of my mouth. Until Greg stopped me and pulled me to my feet.

"That was incredible," he said. "But now it's my turn. I want to taste you and eat you. I'm going to lick you until you're cumming and gushing. I'm going to drink all your sweet cum and then I'm going to fuck you hard and deep!"

Just hearing him say those words to me made me so wet. Greg took my hand and led me out of the shower and into the bedroom. Throwing towels onto the bed, he told me to kneel and hold on to the headboard with my hands. Then he laid down on his back and put his head between my knees and pulled my wet, dripping hot pussy down onto his face. 

"God, Bri," he moaned. "You are so wet! I love the taste and smell of you. I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."

Greg ran his tongue up and down my dripping slit. I held on tight to the headboard and tried not to fall down on his head. His tongue was swirling all around my entrance, hitting all the right spots, and then finally, flicking over my clit. I started moaning and moving my drenched pussy over his face. Greg held me still and started fucking me with his tongue. His amazing, talented tongue. Rubbing his nose against my clit, he moved his tongue rapidly in and out of me. It felt so good and I tried hard not to cum. I wanted this feeling to last forever. Greg held my hips tightly as he pleasured me. I started to feel the tingling warmth of my orgasm starting at my toes and moving up through my body. 

"Oh, god, oh my god," I screamed as a powerful orgasm shook my body. "Ohhhhh, yes, Greg, yes!!" I yelled as I came over and over again, gushing a river over Greg's face.

He drank up as much of my sweet cum as he could, but I kept gushing and cumming and screaming. When my shaking subsided, Greg pulled me down, over his chest, until his rock hard cock was at the entrance to my steaming pussy. Kissing me, he moved his cock up and down, teasing my opening. 

"I am so hot for you, Bri. Take me deep inside of you and make me cum. I want to fill your tight pussy with my hot cum. Are you ready for me, love? "

Greg's words made me so crazy for him. I wanted everything he could give me. I wanted to make him as crazy as he made me. Slowly I moved down, taking his cock into my pussy inch by inch. Feeling his hard length fill me until I had taken him as deeply as possible. I stopped moving, reveling in the sensation of being filled and stretched. 

"Ahhhh, Greg," I sighed as I kissed him. "You feel so wonderful inside me. I want to keep you here forever and always."

Greg held me and kissed me, our tongues stroking the sensitive skin inside each others mouth. I slowly moved my hips in a circular motion, moving his cock inside me, losing myself in the pull and slide of our bodies moving together. My nerve endings were sending shock waves from my pussy throughout the rest of my body. 

Even though we tried to move slowly, pretty soon Greg was pushing his hips up, pumping into me harder and faster. I sat up, bracing my hands on his chest as I met his upward thrusts with downward thrusts of my own. And then we were fucking, fast and furious, banging into each other as hard as we could. I was so close to cumming as I slammed into him repeatedly, taking him deep within my body.

Greg reached up and pinched my nipple with one hand while his other hand found my clit. I arched my back and screamed my pleasure as I came, over and over, my pussy contracting around his cock until he shot jet after jet of his hot cum inside me. I continued to have small orgasms as I moved my hips slowly once again. He moved his cock inside me, small jerks that continued to give me soft orgasmic aftershocks.

Pulling me down on top of him, Greg held me and stroked my back gently as we drifted back to reality. My body was limp and satiated. I wasn't sure if I would ever move again. As we lay there my mind wandered and suddenly I realized that dinner was still on the stove.

"Oh, my god," I exclaimed as I sat up.

"What, what's wrong," Greg worriedly responded.

"Dinner, I forgot about dinner.... on the stove. Oh, no." I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs.

I put on the hot mitts and pulled the pot off the burner. Lifting the lid I could tell that the roast was cooked to perfection and smelled heavenly. I turned around to see Greg standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He was stark naked and laughing.

"What? What's so funny?" I asked.

"You...." Greg was laughing so hard he could hardly talk. "You standing there with nothing on but hot mitts!"

"Well," I said. "You should talk, you don't have anything on at all!" 

And then we were both laughing hysterically at nothing and at everything. Just laughing because we were alive and together. We tried to hold each other up, but we ended up on the floor holding our sides, tears streaming down our faces.

"God, I'm happy," I finally said.

"I haven't laughed like that in a long time," Greg said. "And I don't think I've ever been this happy."

We smiled at each other and kissed. Getting up, we went upstairs to put on some clothes. We came back downstairs and had a wonderful dinner of pot roast, potatoes and carrots with a big tossed salad. Talking and laughing for hours, we enjoyed the happiness that surrounded us. And then we went to bed, together, contentedly snuggling in each others arms.



When I woke up, Greg was gone and I was alone in bed. I didn't hear the shower running so I thought he had already left for work. I felt sad that I had missed him this morning. As I lay there, I stretched, feeling the results of all the good loving Greg had been giving me. It was a good feeling.

Since I had finished cleaning the house yesterday, today I was just going to take it easy. I hadn't asked Greg when my Bug would be fixed. I was hoping I could leave tomorrow. Although I felt really connected to Greg, I really didn't want to be here when his kids came for their visit. That would be way too much too soon. And I needed to get back on the road, so I could finish my travels before the winter set in. It was already late in the summer.

I finally got out of bed and got in the shower. Just remembering making love with Greg yesterday in the shower and how we finished on the bed gave me shivers up my spine. He was such a generous lover, always making sure I was exquisitely pleasured. Ohhhh..... more shivers. 

Turning the water on hot, I soaped up my body. Thinking of Greg and how he made me feel, I ran my hands over my breasts and teased my nipples until they were hard with excitement. My hands slid down over my stomach to my pussy. The water pulsed over me as I stroked myself with my slippery, soapy hands. 

I circled my finger around my asshole, entering it slightly. I continued to rub myself until my pussy was dripping with excitement.Washing my hands, I spread my pussy lips so I could feel my engorged clit. Ohhh.... now that felt good. I continued to rub my clit as I aimed the water spray over my pussy lips. The combination was wonderful and I started to cum. Orgasms in my morning shower always had a way of relaxing and energizing me. Sometimes it was the perfect way to start my day.

Turning off the water, I grabbed a towel to dry myself off. My body was humming. I walked into the bedroom, and there was Greg with a big smile on his face.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I said as I returned his smile and walked into his arms.

"I decided to take the day off and spend it with you!" Greg said as he gave me a big hug and a kiss. "How would you like to go to the beach?"

"Mmmmmm.... that sounds like fun. Let me get dressed and then we can go."

Greg decided that I was dressed just fine, in my towel, but he was overdressed. He took off his clothes in record time, pulled the towel off me and bent me down over the bed. My pussy was still swollen from my shower play and he got me wet and excited with just a few strokes of his fingers. Entering me from behind he played with my breasts and teased my nipples. I pushed back against him, trying to pick up the pace. 

"Fuck me, Greg," I demanded. "Fuck me hard and fast!"

Being the good man that he is, he complied with my demands and soon we were banging against each other at a frenzied pace. It didn't take long for me to cum and Greg followed soon after.

"Now, you can get dressed and we can go to the beach!" Greg smiled at me and gave me a kiss. 

I laughed at him and put on my bathing suit and a tshirt. He put on his suit with a tshirt and grabbed some towels and then we were off to the beach.

We stopped and picked up bagels and tea on the way, since I hadn't had time for breakfast. It took only a half an hour to get to the beach. Since it was so late in the summer, and a week day, there weren't too many people there. We put our towels down on the sand, took off our shirts and then slathered sunscreen all over each other, trying very hard to behave ourselves.... it wasn't easy.

Greg took my hand and we walked down the beach just at the edge of the surf. Every once in a while a wave would come and splash our legs and get us wet. We would laugh and try to dodge the waves sometimes, too. The day was beautiful, warm and sunny. 

After we had walked for awhile, we turned around and started walking back. Greg told me that my car was all fixed and I could leave anytime, but he really wanted me to stay for a few more days. I explained how I needed to get back on the road, and I really wanted to leave tomorrow. 

"But I'd like to come back after I finish my trip." I said. "That is, if you want me too. I don't really want to be driving my Bug around in the winter."

"I'd love that! Why don't you come and spend the winter with me? I can guarantee that I can keep you warm all winter long." Greg said with a wink and a smile.

We talked some more about when I would return, making plans. It made me feel so good that he wanted me to come back as much as I wanted to return to him. Decision made, we continued to walk on the beach until we had returned to our starting point.

The ocean wasn't too rough, so we waded out past the breaking waves, bouncing up and down with the swells. It was peaceful and fun and life was good. We swam and splashed and kissed and hugged, rubbing our bodies together until we were both horny as hell. There weren't too many people around, so Greg picked me up and I put my legs around his waist. We waded out a little deeper, where Greg could stand up, but our lower half's were underwater.

Greg held my butt with his hands, moving my pussy over his growing erection. We kissed, playing with our tongues and sucking on each others lips. Looking deep into his eyes, I reached down, pushing his suit down, pulling his hard, swollen cock out. I stroked it for awhile and then moved my suit out of the way, placing his head at my entrance. He entered me slowly, the water causing some resistance, until he was deep in my wet pussy. I couldn't believe we were making love on a public beach. There wasn't anyone really close to us, and we hugged and kissed as Greg moved me up and down on his cock. My orgasm took me by surprise, crashing over me like the waves in the ocean. And my orgasm triggered his, and he kissed me deeply as he shot his hot cum inside me. It was an experience I will never forget, making love in the ocean under the bright blue sky, with this incredible man.