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Morning Coffee

By: complicity



My day began like any other. Actually that's not quite correct; each day always has some aspect to it that you can never normally foresee. Some days you just can't predict what's going to happen. Some things you take in your stride, others catch you completely off guard. |Sometimes it can be good, other times it can be bad. I didn't know it yet but today was going to be one of those days. But in as much as I was going to start the day with a fresh cup off coffee and a "danish", this day was going to plan, and today was going to be a good day.

I approached the counter; the smell of the fresh ground coffee greeted me as I opened the door, as did the warmth from the interior from the coffee shop. I'd only gone from the car to the door, a matter of minutes but the cold was already biting through my fleece. I normally don't like to make coffee myself in the mornings before I go to work; I usually screw it up and regret having ever made such a foul tasting substance. The coffee shop I go to is sufficiently close to my work for me to have my breakfast such as it is there, and this morning was no exception. 

The room was elongated, with sofas on one side by the big bay windows, with the counter and the checkout in the far corner. Jean the owner was talking to someone who I couldn't see who was seated behind the cash register. Both were taking advantage of "the calm before the storm", as Jean liked to put it. She was an attractive platinum blonde with short cropped hair, which gave her a severe appearance which belied her true persona. About 5' 6", in her early forties, lightly tanned from a sun bed, and generally speaking looks after herself training in a gym several times a week. After they opened up last year we got chatting and became friends. I even did the photographs for the shop interior. Before and after set of pictures to put on the wall of the shop itself, that would fit in nicely with the "loft style" appearance of the place. 

After Gemma (my lady of three years), left me six months ago, I went to pieces for a while and my business suffered. It was Jean who took me under her wing and sorted me out. Apparently Gem' reckoned that I spent too much time in the studio putting all my energies into photography, and not paying enough attention to her. By the time I'd realised what was going on, all that was left of our relationship was a note in the kitchen saying goodbye! Jean said she was right! She'd seen the long hours I'd been putting in and wouldn't have stood for it either! She and her husband John had taken care of me during that period, and we'd been friends ever since.

"Morning Nick?" she shouted over, already putting her own coffee aside and moving toward the machine.

"Mornin, coffee ready yet?" I shouted down the length of the room.

"Give me a chance, you've only just walked in!" She replied, and turning towards the till, and said in a loud enough voice so that I could hear, "Men... always wanting things yesterday!"

The person behind the till said something to Jean I couldn't hear. Jean looked up at me and smiled, then said, "Yeah I s'pose, if that's your type," and then added to me, "Looks like you have an admirer Nick!" 

As I approached the check out I could see who Jean was talking to. Seated behind the till was a woman in her early thirties who was now beginning to blush after her last comment had been made public, which she hadn't expected.

"Nick this is Pris. Pris... Nick." Jean said, making the introductions whilst animatedly waving an empty coffee cup in the air in our respective directions. "Pris is staying with us and helping me out for the summer before she goes back to collage in the autumn. I think my jaw must have dropped to the floor, or at least that's how it felt. Pris was a stunning woman of Asian origin, mocha coloured skin. She too had short cropped hair, but hers was dark almost black with reddish brown highlights through it. She had brown eyes that were almost Egyptian in appearance. The sort that are reminiscent of how you would imagine Cleopatra would have looked, with immaculately done eyeliner to accentuate them. As a got closer I could see her more clearly seated behind the till nursing her mud of coffee cupped in both hands as if she were warming them, with her elbows tucked in to her chest and resting on her knees as she blew the surface of the drink, giving her something to do whilst she dealt with her embarrassment.

"Don't mind her" I said extending my hand in her direction, "I'll take it as a compliment, whatever it was." Her full lips involuntarily pouted, whilst she mentally composed her answer. After a second or two they formed into a smile,

"I said that you looked tasty!" she responded, regaining her confidence again. Now it was my turn to blush. I don't mind women being direct; I just didn't expect it at this early hour from a gorgeous looking complete stranger. She spoke with a British accent, probably from the south of England. Not harshly accented, just correctly spoken. She took my hand, and shook it politely once with a surprisingly firm grip. "Pleased to meet you," she said regaining her composure remarkably quickly. Her eyes never broke contact with mine, and were only brought back to the real world by Jean arriving with my coffee and Danish. I released Pris's hand and went for my wallet.

"No don't bother, breakfast is on me." She said, "It's the least I can do for the job you did on these." She pointed to the prints covering the wall. "But don't think you'll get breakfast every day, I'm just in a particularly good mood this morning."

"What she means... " Pris interjected with a smile on her face, "... is that she got laid this morning!" This earned her a friendly slap about the back of her head from Jean, who started to laugh.

I feigned a wince and said, "Aw please, I haven't had my breakfast yet, that's way too much information at this time of day!"

"Well at least I'm getting some!" Jean retorted in my direction.

"Now that's cold! I said trying to appear as hurt as I could fake. "Now I'm going to take my celibate ass over there, read my mail and sulk for a while! OK?" They both started laughing as I slowly walked to the sofa by the wall, milking the hurt little boy act as I did. 

From the seat I could see that they were both speaking closely as women sometimes do when they have some gossip or a secret they want to share. Jean in particular was stood in a way that would stop me from seeing her lips. Almost as if she were trying to stop me from reading what she was saying. Pris on the other hand occasionally glanced in my direction when she thought I was engrossed in my bills. Whilst all this was going on I was afforded a longer more leisurely look at Pris's reflection in the window. She was wearing a white t-shirt that was tight and figure hugging, possibly lycra, which was tucked into her jeans beneath her apron. She wore no bra, not that she needed to. Her breasts appeared firm and toned, as did the rest of her body. Her nipples I couldn't help but notice were visible through the tight material. At which point I smiled to my self at thinking that I didn't think it was that cold in here. I found myself mesmerised by the sight of her and physically had to check myself to refrain from staring. As she sat, there was a standard issue green apron resting on her lap covering a pair of faded blue jeans, the type that most of these coffee houses use. The jeans were figure hugging, and it was becoming self evident that she had a toned supple body beneath the confines of her cloths, and wasn't afraid to show it off. On her feet she wore a pair of running sandals. The type that you get in sports shops or outward bound centres. Her toes nails were painted a metallic bronze colour, and around her left ankle a gold chain was just visible beneath the hem of her jeans.

She glanced over again, and this time our eyes met, and to my horror realised that she'd caught me staring. I blushed again! 

After about ten minutes she'd finished her conversation with Jean and came over with the coffee pot.

"Would you like another?" She asked politely

"I've not really finished this," I motioned to my half full cup, "but you can top it up for me if you like!" She proceeded to pour and asked about the prints on the wall.

"Jean says you're a photographer, are all these yours?" 

I shook my head, "The interiors are mine, but the figure studies aren't. I used to do portraits and stuff, but I've found I tend to do a lot of commercial work for industry, it tends to pay better." 

"You don't do portraits at all then? Hmm, that's a shame; Jean seemed to think that you would." She pouted a little.

I looked in the direction of the counter to see Jean beaming like a Cheshire cat. When she saw me looking, she quickly went back to drying a mug whether it needed it or not. I was starting to smell a setup, albeit a very pleasurable one! And Pris did indeed smell gorgeous. I didn't know what scent she was using, but its fragrance was intoxicating.

What the hell I thought. "Well look, if you'd like some photo's doing for a boyfriend or someth... "

"Oh I don't have a boyfriend." She interjected quickly, and let the statement hang in the air for effect. Now I can be slow on the uptake but even I couldn't miss that! So I looked into her beautiful brown eyes and said, 

"I'll tell you what, why don't you come up to my studio sometime and... "

I broke off mid sentence, as she started to smile. "What's wrong, what did I say?" and suddenly realised I'd unintentionally just hit her with what is probably one of the cheesiest lines in the book!

"Well that was original!" she chided. 

"No, no, I meant... I mean I didn't... what I meant to say was... " She started laughing out loud. Not a mocking cruel laugh, but genuine one that would normally be reserved for a friend.

"I'd love to." She said after catching her breath. "Is now ok?"

"What about work, and Jean? I asked being practical.

"Oh she'll be ok! Pris said casually, "She's known me for years and knows I'll put the time in, and anyhow if it gets busy I'm not far away, and anyway the other two staff come on at 10am." She beamed at me. "You're only just up the road aren't you?"

"Yeah" I said dumbfounded "I suppose if you put it like that and my diary is empty today. I'd planned on doing some paperwork, c'mon lets go."

"Great, I'll just get my bag, and let Jean know where I am, just in case.

She walked back to the counter. She was about 5' 6", but her long legs made her look taller. As I followed her with my eyes back to the counter I could see that she knew how to carry herself. I was also treated to a view of an ass that couldn't be more perfect. Her jeans must also be made of some similar fabric to the shirt; either that or they were sprayed on! From the rear with no apron to spoil the view, her body looked stunningly gorgeous and was acutely aware that I was now starting to feel horny, not to mention a little uncomfortable. I quickly finished my coffee and stood, discreetly adjusting myself as I did so. My cock was now hard as a telegraph pole. I hadn't been so turned on for ages. I managed to keep my composure as Pris appeared from behind the staff area wearing a denim jacket, closely followed by Jean, the two smiling and giggling. Jean patted Pris on the butt as she passed through the hatch way, saying to us both in her best motherly voice, "Now you children go play nicely and share your toys!" 

"OK mom we will." Pris called back, and grinned at me. While she'd been in the back she had touched up her lips, which made them appear glossy and a little fuller, not to mention very kissable. Jean smiled at me and winked as if reading my thoughts.

As we arrived at the studio, I started to unlock the door. The timers for the heating in my building had kicked in a couple of hours ago, so the whole place was warm and welcoming, Pris made herself right at home and wasted no time in taking off her jacket and hung it on a hat stand in the hallway. The short walk in the cold had had its natural effect on her body, her nipples were now straining at the material even more than before. 

"Let me switch on the studio lights so we can see what were doing." She followed me through in to the studio. Examples of my work were all around the walls, and corridors for clients to see. Pris stopped at a series of pictures.

"I thought you said you didn't do portraits? These are great! I love this one. " She pointed to one of the few nudes I have on general display.

It was a private commission I'd done a few years earlier for a model who wanted to surprise her boyfriend. 

"I'll bet he was surprised! Pris said admiringly. Do you have any more like this?" 

"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do, in the end they were so pleased that they came back at a later date and had posed nude together! Would you like to see those?" I said in a conspiratorial manner. 

She giggled a little and said "Mmm, that'll be fun." I rummaged in the filing cabinet in the studio annex.

"Here." I said handing her a portfolio of photographs. "I don't normally keep prints around, not enough storage space. But these were a one off and a little different from what I normally do. You never know when someone will walk through the door and ask for the same sort of photos, and its nice to have a sample of your work." She sat on the chaise lon on the edge of the studio, and studied the portfolio, and then said,

"These are great, and very sexy. Did you get turned on doing them?"

"Well I am human!" I said, "But I try to be professional about these things, and it wouldn't do to start seducing the clients. And anyway I think her boyfriend may have had something to say about."

"Oh I don't know," she said, "a threesome would've made for some great pictures!" She winked at me, and gave a mischievous smile. As she sat on the Chaise Lon I noticed that she opened her legs slightly and wriggled as if she was a little uncomfortable.

"Ah `yes but who would've taken the photographs?" I countered.

"Hmm... good point." She conceded and held her hand out for me to join her. I took her hand and sat down next to her. The warmth of her body next to mine was electrifying, and we looked through the photographs of the couple together. 

"Didn't he get a hard on posing with her like that?" She exclaimed at one of the pictures. 

"Yeah, at first I was just careful about how I posed them, trying not to be too explicit. But after a while they got so into it and turned on that I didn't bother and just shot them as it happened so to speak!"

"Aw , you poor baby, all that work and you weren't allowed to play with them." Her lips pouted a little as she leaned closer. For the first time I noticed that round her slender neck was a small crucifix on a thin rope-chain made of gold, together with a slightly bigger one with nothing on it. The gold colour of the chains complimented her mocha coloured skin. I could feel her breath on my face. I turned to kiss her and her lips met mine. To my relief she returned the kiss, her tongue searching my mouth. She tasted as sweet as she smelled. We wrapped our arms around each other, and I pulled her close. Now feeling her hard nipples rub against my chest, even through my shirt. I let my left hand wander down her back and rested it on her waist, letting my thumb caress her abdomen. She shivered a little, and I broke from our kiss.

"You're not cold are you?" I enquired, 

"No," she replied, "Your fingers just made me shudder."

"Is that good or bad?" She moved closer still, almost melting into me, "Mmm... very... g-o-o-d." She dragged out the word good, spreading it like warm honey over my senses. Pulling me to her she started to lick my lips with the tip of her tongue. Taking my hand, she placed it on her left breast. "Just in case you had any remaining doubts." She whispered hoarsely in my ear, "When you walked in the shop this morning I was so-o-o-o horny. Jean had just finished telling me about how she had fucked John senseless on the counter before going to work. I was beginning to think I was going to have to play on my own in the restroom," Our eyes met, " ... and then you turned up!" She kissed me on the lips, "Yum!" She leaned back a little crossing her arms and grasping the bottom of her T with both hands. In one swift motion she pulled it over her head and discarded it on the studio floor. Her breasts were firm and toned. I leaned forward and placed my lips over an erect nipple. Pris gasped and pulled my head closer as I french kissed the sweet flesh of bosom, altering the intensity of the kiss from time to time. After a while I traced the tip of my tongue around her, teasing the right nipple for a while, gently pulling it with my lips before moving to her left breast, which up until now I had been teasing with the thumb of my right hand. As I sucked, I felt Pris's free hand caressing my back, exploring every contour until she came to the waist band of my jeans. She traced around my torso until she came to my belt buckle which she undid deftly, and with the minimum of fuss proceeded to undo the buttons on my levi's. Her skilled hand quickly found my rampant cock inside my jeans. The warmth of her hands wrapped around my length made me gasp as she gently teased and stroked me inside the material. I moved my lips from her breasts and back to her luscious lips. We kissed again, a deep warm kiss. The butterflies in my stomach took off. I let my hand trace the side of her body, eventually coming to rest on her firm breast. As we kissed I played with her nipple, still slippery from the attentions of my tongue. I shifted my position on the chaise; reclining slightly with my back resting on the high back and let my hand continued its erotic journey down the front of her body. Following me down on the seat and leaning against my body Pris kept up her assault on my cock whist our tongues continued to explore each others mouths. My hand reached for the waist band of her jeans which had no belt. I undid her button and slipped my hand in to the warmth. Her zipper spread open as my fingers explored deeper into the warmth of her crotch. Her tongue lashed around on my mouth, my mind now racing with lust. My exploring fingers found the fine, wet lace of her panties, the gossamer material soaked through. My cock gave an involuntary twitch as I realised that her pussy was totally clean shaven. I stroked her pubic area, luxuriating in the feel of her smooth skin, gently moving towards her pelvic bone above her slit and applied a little pressure. Pris opened her legs inviting me to explore further. But I let my fingers continue to explore the exterior of her pussy, eventually stroking the flesh between her inner thigh and lips, applying just enough pressure so as not to tickle but to stimulate. Pris moved her hand that was on the back of my neck and thrust it into her jeans taking my hand she placed it over her damp patch of her panties and then pulled the material to one side as best she could with her jeans still on. I accepted her invitation and allowed my fingers to plunge into her. Gently at first, and then more deeply into her moist warmth. Pris moaned in my mouth and opened her legs wider. The palm of my hand was flat against her pelvis whilst two fingers penetrated her, the action of my hand causing them to rub against her clit on every stroke. Pris's head moved down my body to my chest, and she pulled at my shirt, accidentally ripping away two buttons in the process. Her lips found my chest and started to kiss and lick my torso, gradually working her way up my chest. Her tongue darted from her mouth and made contact with my left nipple, the feeling was electrifying. It circled slowly leaving a trail of saliva. As she became more agitated she started to wank me faster, her hand motions and my own involuntary movements starting to force my jeans over my thighs. She now began to suck on the nipple, pulling away every so often to kiss it. We were both very turned on by now and my throbbing cock and Pris's hand were over the top of my shorts which were by now being pushed to one side altogether. Pris stopped her attentions on my chest and looked up at me. Her brown eyes met mine full of lust. ""Stand up, "she commanded huskily. My hand slid forward again and fingers sank in to her, the two fingers pressing against the inside wall of her pussy. She closed her eyes and chewed her bottom lip. After a second or two she opened her eyes again and repeated the words, but this time with more emphasis. "Stand up NOW, I want to taste you." I kept my fingers inside her for as long as possible, but eventually had to stand upright in front of her whilst she remained seated. She still had hold of my shaft as I stood infront of her, sliding her hand up and down its length. She watched as I licked her love juice from my wet fingers. "Nice?" she asked. I leaned forward so that my face was close to hers. "What do you think?" was my reply, and I kissed her sliding my tongue between her moist lips. "Mmm... yum! But I have something that will taste even better." With that she wrapped her lips around my cock and took me in her mouth as far as she could. I don't think she intended it, but I felt myself reach the back of her throat, which made her gag a little and I felt her throat spasm around the head of my cock. But she didn't push me away; she just pulled back a little and started again. She sucked and licked gently at first, licking precum from its tip. Then she again impaled her head on my cock. The suction she was creating was incredible, and I was starting to have serious concerns about how long I could keep this up. Even the slurping noises coming from her lips were becoming louder as I looked down on this gorgeous woman who had me in her mouth with one goal in mind, to suck me dry. I gently held the back of her head moving in time with her body, my cock now sliding in and out of her mouth in a regular rhythm. God I wanted to cum! The though of seeing cum dribbling from her mouth was more than I could handle and I took a firmer grasp of her head and started to gently move my hips, so that I was now fucking my dusky lovers mouth. Pris responded to this by caressing my balls in one hand, and the other she put between her legs, sliding three fingers into her wet honey pot. The sucking on my aching cock seemed to get stronger. Pris removing her fingers from her pussy placed her hand on my buttocks, and with her cunt juice soaked middle finger started to probed my ass. The sensation was incredible, and I thought I would cum on the spot. I felt myself loosing all control, as Pris was no longer playing with my balls but was stroking my cock and urging me on between bouts of sucking for all she was worth! "Go on! That's it!... Cum... Mmmm... .Mmmm... cum in my mouth! ... Mmmmm... Yes... Ah-h-h Fuck my mouth!" 


Morning Coffee



Fiction based loosely on some real experiences in my life.

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It was one of those cool, not yet cold, fall mornings, a dash of frost on the grass, not the first though, 'Pretty' I thought, as I walked along the covered walkway from the house to the detached 3 stall garage and through the side door. I stood by the car door and unlocked it. As I opened the door, I felt a little wetness dribble down the inside of my thigh. I get so turned on sometimes, no actually most of the time, thinking about the nakedness between my legs. I hate wearing panties, no bra either. Besides if I did, I couldn't tease people with peeks of my pussy or nipple could I? Now I'm off for my morning fix of exposing myself, something I do most every morning. I can't help myself.

I love my car, what they call a triple black Corvette; black body, black convertible top, and black interior. Always surprised at how many women drive Corvettes. Both a chick and a guy magnet. I think the car matches my life and personality - bold, hard, rough, and fast. I slip my crutches behind the seat, lower my bottom onto the seat, slide my single leg over the high threshold, and put my foot on the floor as I wiggle around a bit getting comfortable.

Crutches? Single leg? I can hear you asking 'what the hell?' Maybe now is a good time to describe myself. I'm in my early 30's; long brown hair with some wave, a few inches past my shoulders, today pulled back in a pony tail; clear fair skin still with some of summer's tan; tall, about 5'9"; slim, about 110, up and down a few pounds; small breasted, ohhh my ... love small breasts; great ass, at least that's what people say and I happen to agree, a little partial to my ass. Te He. 'What about the leg?' Okay, okay. A few years ago my left leg was amputated, cut off, whatever, why is a whole other story, leaving about 4 or 5 inches of thigh, or stump as I prefer to say; probably a fast way to lose 15 pounds but not for everyone; very little scaring, just a faint line across the end these days. The shape is similar to my right thigh at the same place. Not at all ugly, at least to me. Oh yes, don't feel sorry for me because I have one leg either, there isn't anything I want to do that I can't, and I'm very, some would say ferociously, independent.

I start the garage door opening. Key in the ignition, twist, and the engine roars to life. I like the sound of the exhaust as it idles, nice deep tones, throaty, as it echoes off the opening door. I press the throttle a few quick times. Varoom. Varoom. My heart races and pounds a little harder for a moment until the engine slows down. Love it when someone blips my 'throttle'. I chuckle to myself at the thought and touch my clit for a moment. The morning sunlight floods the garage now that the door is open, a gently cool breeze blows through my open window. The leather against my bare ass is cold at first, but it doesn't take long for things to warm up. Sure the seat warmer works well in this car, but looking down at my hairless pussy, thanks to electrolysis it now is permanently that way; the evenly trimmed labia, great plastic surgery, so much neater; and my stump, the steam starts to rise from the collar of my nylon ski jacket. Rather be a little too cool, than too hot you know. Well now you do. I run my finger through my labia and scrape some of the accumulating juices free, then suck my finger. "Hmmmm" I say loud enough to be heard over the sound of the car.

I press the throttle briefly again as my window rolls up and then drive away. The sun is out, feels warm through the windows, probably too cool to put the top down. Oh there have been some fun times with the top down, blouse unbuttoned, wind against my nipples, my very hard nipples. Oh fuck me, just thinking about it leaves a thick blob of juice at my pussy opening. Can't waste that. I scoop a finger load up and swallow it. "Damn that's good." I say out loud.

Driving into the parking lot of the combination Barnes & Noble / Starbucks and I see lots of people sitting out in the sun, still a few empty tables. Saturday mornings always seem bring out more people than during the week. Ten degrees warmer already according to the thermometer in the car, handy feature, going to be a nice day. Sure am ready for some Java. Park the car in the handicapped spot and get out. Very since it's so wide, no one bangs my car and I can get the overly large, at least it always feels that way, door open all the way. If anyone had been standing there, they would have had a lovely show. Impossible to get out of this car without a really big flash of crotch, at least when I get out, my my. Oh well, I know I'll be able to flash a few people soon enough. 

Standing next to the car, I smooth my blouse and skirt making a little show by pausing briefly as my hands cross my breasts and again across my hips. As I close the door, I look around and notice a few people watching me, that always happens, rare to see a woman with one leg get out of a Vette you know. They all seem to go back to what they were doing. Crutches under my arms, toasted English muffin in a lunch bag in one hand along with the newspaper dangling in the plastic bag the 'paper boy' puts it in, quaint phrase, I gracefully, worked very hard over time to make it look like I'm almost floating, make my way to an empty table in the sun and put my things down. Surveying the crowd to see if I can spot anyone who I want to show off too as I walk to the window and back, I return soon with a large coffee.

There's a woman at a nearby table, clear line of sight between us, from me to her is mostly facing away from the other tables, perfect for what I want to do and will let me be a bit bolder. I look at her closer and see she's nice looking, maybe my age, maybe a few years older, still very lovely, oh my yes, long hair, body much like mine. Her hand rests in her lap almost like she is touching herself, can't quite tell if she really is. Hope she'll play, never know, might just piss her off, maybe she won't even look. 

Of course I could sit down first, then lay my crutches on the ground, but if I do it the other way around my short skirt will ride up my bare leg and show off my 'charms'. I turn around, my back is now towards her. I know, I think, she is watching me, take a quick peek, she's not really looking at her newspaper, maybe, trying hard to not let anyone know, specially me, that she is watching me, probably by now with her mouth open a little, I hope, take another quick peek, yes she does, just wait baby. 

I've perfected this next move over time. With my leg remaining straight, I bend way over more than I need too, almost putting one hand on the pavement as I lay both crutches flat, one on top of the other, with the other hand, then stand up, turn around, and sit on the chair facing her, adjusting my skirt for maximum 'exposure' as I do. I look at her, the hand is pressed even harder between her legs than before, almost wrapped around her mound. She's playing along. Wow! Rare. Unexpected. She smiles as she looks up at me. I return the smile and run my tongue across my lips for emphasis.

I look around to see who else is looking, no one seems to have noticed except her, at least no one seems to be looking right now. As I take my first sip of coffee and a bite of my muffin, I spread my thighs a little more so she probably can see my labia. I take another bite and spread my legs a little more, my stump peeks out from under my skirt a little, and I rest my hand on the end of it. I watch her, my eyes burning a hole in her face so she knows I'm doing this for her, my hand slowly disappears under my skirt as I take another sip of coffee. I move around just enough so my hips are closer to the edge of the chair, my skirt rides up a little more. I know from lots of practice in front of a mirror that she can now clearly see both my naked crotch and that I'm touching it, though probably not just how wet I am. Sure enough, her hand slides under her skirt, her tongue leaves her lips wet as it slides across them, oh such nice kissable lips, she nibbles a finger tip. I'm in lust already. We play the same game for several minutes, maybe more. Feels like hours. Feels like just seconds. I lose all sense of time. The more I look at her, ... oh hell yes, ... I want her so badly. I take my hand from under my skirt, stick my index finger tip in my mouth and suck the full length a few times, then I hold it up and wave it as if to say 'come over'. She takes the bait. Foreplay over. 

Standing in front of me, I see for the first time how lovely, tall like me, delicious, she truly is. Placing her still full, maybe a few sips taken, coffee cup on my table; she moves a chair close so she will block the view of lower body from everyone but her; then sits with her legs parted and hands pressing the fabric of her skirt flat against the chair between them. No one can see what she is doing except me. She pulls her skirt up just enough for me to see she has no panties on. No hair, bald like mine. She's covered in cum, probably her cum, yes I'm sure of that, don't know why though. Looks like she'd been having orgasms for several hours or days. No not hours or days, just very moist. 'Sloppy 50'ths.' I giggle to myself. I smile as I lift my skirt the same amount for her to see for the first time up close. Nothing has been or is said. We look beneath each others skirts, the chemistry between us building. We are here for the same thing, want the same thing, two strangers exposing themselves to each other. Will there be more? Usually not. Already I know I'd like this time to be different, to be more. Will she? Things begin to boil, still silent, just looking at each other, the face then crotch and back to the face, our breathing becoming a bit ragged as we delay the inevitable, longer and longer, then unable to wait any longer, our first touch as we run a finger tip slowly through each other's soft, moist, no wet, no sopping wet, pussy lips, catching the clit for just a second once then again, just long enough each time to make the other gasp, before putting our finger our own mouth.

"You taste great" we say at the same time.

"Haven't seen you before. I'm Mary Beth. People just call me Beth. Sure I'd have remembered you."

"Just moved from the other side of town. I'm Peggy." She leans closer, very close. "Love to show off and flash myself. Pussy mostly, occasionally just a breast." She sits up straight again.

"Wow! Really? I knew I wasn't the only one, but it's been a long time since I had the good fortune to talk to a like minded woman. You know ... usually just anonymously exposing myself ... never getting to know the other person, sometimes a woman, sometimes a man. It was fun doing to you."

"One leg ...?"

"Yeah. It's nice. Some guys seem to like to see it more than my pussy. Don't get me wrong, they like to see that too."

"A twofer." She giggled.

Her hand rested on my still exposed stump for a moment as if to give me a chance to let her know if it was okay or not. She moved her hand, cupped it over the end and rubbed it.

"Soft" she whispered, almost afraid to say something.

"Feels so good, don't stop."

"When you bent over a bit ago, I got so wet, came so hard, thought I might scream, but managed to keep quiet, just barely."

I drove two fingers into her pussy, hoped she wouldn't mind, knew she was wet enough, and pressed hard against what I thought would be where her G spot is. She gasped, I guess I hit the right place, her eyes closed, her mouth opened, nothing came out, then leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I could feel her tongue pressing. I opened my mouth to let it in and the tips of our tongues rubbed against each other for a moment. She pulled her tongue out and nibbled on my lower lip.

"You kiss good." I whispered.

"You finger fuck real good."

"Love those nasty words, can't get enough of them. I live not far away."

She leaned forward again and kissed me, almost sucking my tongue out of my throat, then stood up. Surprised she could. As I stood, my leg was weak, kind of wobbly. Words were not needed to let me know she was ready, ready for anything. I was too.

A few hours, maybe 6, who was keeping track, of animalistic fucking, wild passion, tender soft cuddling, and way too many orgasms, oh is that possible?, we laid on the bed exhausted. 

Her hand rested on my crotch, a finger moving slowly in and out, not trying to make me cum, just touching, rubbing my labia between her fingers some, our faces looking at each other, looking each other's eyes, living in the moment, no sense of the world. 


"Never expected that when I left home this morning! You're a great fuck you know? Not that I don't like it slow and prolonged too of course."

"Bet ya haven't been with a one legged person?" Might as well she how she feels about that. Oh please let it be okay.

"No ... I haven't. But I have thought about what it might be like. Don't know why though. Maybe because I've seen a few. Never met any. Felt different when I was eating you and you rubbed it against my face. Different, well more like 'nice' you know?"

"Pretty partial to being this way."

"You like being one legged?"

"I know it sounds strange, but yes I do. Usually don't say it that strongly, often more like 'don't mind'."

Peggy wrapped her hands around my stump, lifted it up, and kissed the end of it. Her fingers kneaded it like a loaf of bread dough as she kissed it all over. Maybe it was just her way of letting me know she like being with me. It didn't matter. It just felt good.

"Thanks for sharing this piece of you with me." She whispered into my ear.

I laid there letting her massage it for a while. Then I pulled her next to me and kissed her. 

Looking at her, I whispered "Let's get cleaned up, go to dinner, then walk around the mall. Bet we can find some people to expose ourselves too."

"I'd love to do that. Oh do I love doing that. Can't wait to look for guys staring at your little thigh. Almost sounds evil, sick, twisted. Guess that makes me evil, sick, twisted. Love the little thing. Mind if we stop at my place so I can put on something a bit more revealing? I need something that can compete with you and that hot ass of yours."

"Oh baby! You like that do you?" I slapped my ass with my hand and a loud 'whack' echoed through the room. Kind of surprised me a little how loud it sounded. I did it a second time, more to see what it sounded like this time, just as loud it seemed. "Ohhh" I squealed, almost meaning to squeal "Ouch".

She moved behind me and ran her finger through my cheeks, up and down a few times, then fingering my asshole, all the while kissing my hips. I could feel her finger tip push through to the first knuckle, well a little bit anyway, then she quickly shoved it the rest of the way in.

"Yes!" I screamed. "Hell yes!" It was okay, maybe a little nice, but not my favorite thing, even hurt a little, almost made me crap on her hand, that would have ruined the moment for sure. I was just so very turned on by any and everything she was doing to me today. Her finger worked in and out and then I felt her other hand groping roughly around my crotch, not like most women would, but more like a guy's first grope, the palm pressing hard against my pussy. Now this turned me on for sure! I like it like this sometimes, this seemed to be one of them. "Oh fuck me harder!" More force was applied as she ground her palm against my pussy lips, my clit, all over my crotch. I rode her palm with all I had. "Make me cum you slut!" I screamed. Her finger jerked out of my ass in a blink. What? Had I said something wrong? I looked back and saw her pussy now filled with 4 fingers stretching herself very wide. Her mouth was wide open. Her hips bucked up and down against her hand and fingers. I knew I had said something right. "Don't you dare stop ... jerk me off bitch ... make US cum fucking hard ... oh shit ... yeah like that ... show me how you cum ... oh fuck oh fuck ... yes like that." I kept on chanting and cheering to what she was doing to both of us until we both convulsed and collapsed in an uncontrollable quivering heap, wrapped in each others arms.

As our breathing returned to normal and we started to relax, I said "If we don't stop this, we'll never get to expose ourselves tonight." Then I laughed and giggled.

"Beth ..." she stopped and looked at me, gave me a sloppy wet kiss, looked at me again. "... Beth, you are be so easy to be around, to love."

"Likewise ... likewise my dear. Want to shower with me?"

"Sure ... but we may never make it back out of there though."

"I promise to be good."

We stood outside my large walk-in shower, laid out so no shower curtain or door or threshold was needed, as I turned on the water.

"This is a GREAT shower! I love your whole house. You're a very lucky person."

"Thanks. I'm just lucky to be with you." 

I leaned my crutches against the wall and took several small hops into the shower trying to be careful to not slip, been there done that, ouch. Peggy followed and stood behind me, her arms wrapped around me as the warm water streamed over our heads and down our bodies. I just stood there enjoying her hands on me, the water providing lubrication as they slid easily all over me. She fondled my breasts while she ground her crotch against my hips. I twisted my head enough that I could kiss her. I pulled my mouth away. "This is being such a wonderful day."

She filled my mouth with her tongue for a few moments. "Yes it is. A dream come true."

I turned and faced her with a wash cloth and soap. We were about the same height, same size, similar shapes. If I'd filled out an order form, I couldn't have gotten something closer to my dream lover. She was almost like an identical twin sister who enjoyed incest. Well, you get the idea. I kneeled down and washed from her feet up to her face, not spending more time on one part than the other, well maybe more on a few parts you know, just enjoying bathing her. After I finished, she leaned against the wall while I stood in the middle of the shower, my hands on my hips, the cloth in the finger tips of one hand, looking at her, looking for places I'd missed, a few times my stump moved back and forth a little for balance. 

"I love they way you balance like that. It's exciting to watch."

We got out of the shower and dried each other off. She gently patted the towel over my stump as she dried it off last, giving it little kisses between pats of the towel. No one else, not that there had been all that many lovers since the loss of my leg that lasted more than a few days, guess I was a little surprised at that, had seemed to enjoy me just having one leg. Peggy was becoming very special very quickly.

I picked out a mid-thigh length skirt made out of a light weight fabric, almost shear, slit up the left side so my stump would peak out, but only when I wanted it to, and a blouse that was mostly just wide straps on the front and completely closed in the back. This was one of my favorite outfits for outings like tonight, one that I'd practiced with many times and knew exactly how to get the most 'exposure' out of. I balanced in front of the mirror, crutches leaning against the dresser, and twisted from side to side as I checked myself out. As my left side faced the mirror, I paused and raised my stump a little. It popped out the slit. "Perfect" I said as I smoothed out my skirt, then looked at Peggy.

"Fuck me babe! ... If there's no one else, I want you!" she growled.

"Just like to tease ... sorry my dance card is filled."

"With me?"

"You slut! Of course!"

"You say the nicest things."

Peggy stood in front of me and shoved her hand up my dress and forced several fingers inside me. After a few strokes, she pulled them out and pushed them in my mouth. "That's what I want to eat tonight bitch! I want your cunt cum all over my mouth and up my nose!" Then she forced a hand inside my blouse and squeezed a nipple, rolling it between her finger tips. "You're mine tonight! Got that bitch?" she said in a deep low voice with a bit of a smile on her face.




Morning Coffee



I don't know why, but vulgar sexual words used to describe those acts turn me on so so much. I turned and pulled her mouth tight against mine and pushed my long tongue deep down her throat. I heard her gag a little, but that didn't make me stop. I almost lost my balance and steadied myself against her making me break the kiss. In my best male voice, I said "Well I'm going to impale your cunt with this tongue and suck it dry." I continued the kiss.

Peggy pushed on my shoulders and pried her mouth off of my tongue making a little 'popping' sound as the suction broke. "Hey, weren't we going to flash a few people tonight?"

In a childlike voice, I said "Oh, right."

In the mall after supper, we took turns walking far enough behind each other so we could watch for people looking at us without them knowing we might be together. Her long legs, oh my, oh my. The kind of legs that seemed to go forever and so nicely shaped. She had a way of walking that would wiggle her hips, my my, what great hips, so that her short thin, almost translucent, skirt would flip up every few steps showing a little cheek or at least the tops of her thighs. I had trouble not just knocking her down and nibbling on those cheeks right here in the middle of the mall. Later. Got to control myself. Later.

The mall was huge and on 3 levels. We took turns riding the escalators while the other watched. After one trip up, Peggy grabbed my arm.

"You should have seen that guy. I thought his hard-on would rip the zipper out of his pants. He actually stepped down a few steps on the way up so he could get a better view. He did everything but bend over!"

"Told you guys would get off on my stump. Which one?"

"The light colored Dockers by that big plant over there. He's trying to make it appear like he's not looking at you. I think he has a camera."

"I see him. Watch this."

I turned so I was leaning on the railing with my back towards him, then after making sure no one else was looking, I pulled the slit of my skirt back and around exposing everything, ass, pussy lips, and stump. I held it open long enough to make sure he got a good look, even wiggled my stump a little.

"He's got his hand on the bulge in his pants. Bet he goes home and jerks off tonight. Know I will too."

"Peggy! You're my lovely slut. Can I watch?"

"You're making me real wet baby!"

Peggy looked over at the guy by the plant. After making sure he was looking, she put her hand under my skirt, pulled it out, and put a finger in her mouth, sucking on it like a lollypop.

"Did you see that? I think he just creamed in his pants."

"That's what he gets for wearing light colored pants. Look ... shit they're all wet on the front of them. Looks like he pee'd in them."

We giggled for a few minutes after the guy ran off with a bag held in front of him.

"Want to take your horny slut home and expose yourself?"

"Only if you fondle your horny bitch's stump."

Peggy rested her hand lightly on mine as I crutched along side her towards the entrance we had come in. I looked over at her. "Love you." I whispered and blew her a kiss.

Near the exit, we passed a bar in the mall.

"Oh God Beth, can we stop? I've just got to do it again. Sorry. It's such an obsessive thing."

Peggy was so cute, like a child in front of a toy store, only she was begging to expose herself. I understood exactly how she felt. I was ready to show myself too.

We sat on bar stools at a small tall table. I rested my crutches against the edge of the table. A waitress stopped by the table.

"I had a broken foot once. Crutches are a pain in the butt."

"I broke the whole leg clean off." I made a pouty face.

She looked down. "Oh shit! Sorry. What can I get for you?"

"Don't worry about the leg. Didn't need it. I'll have a rum and coke. Same for my slut friend here." I giggled. I heard Peggy starting to laugh, her hand held over her mouth to try to stop. I don't think the waitress quite knew how to take anything I'd said or Peggy's laughter and she walked away shaking her head.

"Wise ass." Peggy said still laughing. "God you're funny. Maybe that's why I'm falling in love with you."

"Not 'cause my lack of a leg? You cunt!" I laughed and squeezed the top of her thigh.

She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss.

The place was packed, a good night to have some fun maybe. We scanned the crowd looking for targets. The waitress brought our drinks and we paid just in case we needed to make a fast exit. Never know when someone will get really pissed.

Two guys sitting at the main bar were now watching us. It was pretty obvious they were also talking about us. Peggy was sitting closest to them and turned so they could see up the inside of her thighs, but she didn't look directly at them, instead watched out the corner of her eye. She parted her legs more letting one foot touch the floor while the other stayed on the rung of the stool. As she moved her legs apart, the hem of the skirt rode up. She lifted herself a little letting the back of the skirt come free from the stool exposing her bare bottom. One guy grabbed his crotch and ran his hand up and down his bulge a few times making sure we saw him. Peggy put her hand under her skirt, then licked her finger tips. We could barely hear him say "... bitch needs to be ..." I was afraid things could turn ugly. I laid my hand over Peggy's, pulled her mouth to mine with the other, and kissed her making it obvious that my tongue was in her mouth. The other guy's mouth moved. "... lezbos ..." The first guy held his now bigger bulge through his pants. "... need this baby in ..." was all I heard. Then they turned back around towards the bar facing away from us as they straightened their dirty yellow CAT baseball hats.

I left my hand on hers as I took a big gulp of my drink.

"Rednecks. Ever watched a guy jerk off?"

"Yeah. Kind of get a kick out of watching those globs land on his chest, but not often."

"I like it in the mouth occasionally. That's stupid to say. I've only sucked two guys off, years ago."

"That's okay. Nothing as good as you. The bar has been raised for me. ... Oh oh look at that guy. His eyes look like they are laser beams focused on your stump."

I looked around for a second without being too obvious until I spotted him. He was on my left side. Twisting my hips a little so they faced him better, I parted my legs forcing my stump out the slit of my skirt, my hand went under my skirt lifting it enough so he could see my pussy clearly. He turned quickly trying not to be seen, but of course I was just playing with him. He would turn towards me and peek for a second, then away. His hand was down in his pants, moving up and down slowly. It was so obvious what he was doing and the lights were brighter over his table. How did he think no one would see that? He might was well just pull his pants down and be comfortable.

At another table I saw a woman smiling as she looked at me, then at the guy with his hand in his pants. She knew exactly what I was doing and seemed to be enjoying the action. I smiled back at her and blew her a kiss. She parted her legs and slipped a hand up her thigh in response, then put her hand over her guy's crotch. The lighting was dim by their table, doubt others knew what was going on there, she was smooth anyway. She unzipped his pants and began to stroke his naked erection. He leaned over and put his hand in her blouse, then kissed her on the lips. They were both smooth knowing people would be distracted by his hand in her blouse and totally miss her hand action. She leaned down and took him in her mouth for a moment before she sat back up continuing to jack him off. Yes, they knew a lot of good tricks. Bet Peggy and I would work on a few too.

Peggy was also watching the action at the couple's table, put her hand in my blouse, smiled at the couple, and then kissed me. She whispered in my ear "I think she took the whole thing in her mouth." She rolled a nipple between her fingers. I covered my mouth and bit my lip while the heat of the moment flowed over my body from a small orgasm.

She continued to stroke, then I could see him coat the bottom of the table with a full load made of 4 or 5 blasts. After wiping him with a napkin, putting him away and zipping him up, she held the napkin to her mouth and licked the thick white goo, ran her tongue across her lips, and said just loud enough for us to hear. "Dear, I think they liked watching that."

Peggy nodded her head 'yes', then kissed me.

I looked and the guy that had been watching me was gone.

We clinked our glasses together then chugged the last half of our drinks.

Our waitress appeared and leaned over the table close to and facing both of us, pulling her blouse open enough to expose a stiff nipple. "Very exciting. Nothing quite like that ever happens here."

I reached over and rubbed a finger across the exposed nipple a few times, then squeezed it. "Very nice. Tonight will be good for quite a few wet dreams."

"Sweet wet dreams." Peggy whispered as she stood up.

The woman of the couple whispered "Love you" and slipped me her card as I passed.

I slipped it in my purse. "Thanks. That was fun." I told her as I stroked her lightly with several fingers once from the shoulder down across the breast.

Peggy and I walked toward the mall exit. I crutched along with one crutch squeezed under my armpit to swing it forward, with all the weight on top of the crutch leaving my hand free to hold Peggy's hand, the other under my arm and in my hand normally as we walked side by side.

I looked over at her and rubbed my tongue across my lips. "My place slut?"

"Love it when you say naughty things like that. You still up for watching me jerk off?"

I slept later than normal, a great night for sure, a little sore in some places. Not used to that much raw sex. Laying on our sides, Peggy was spooned up against my back, her lips pressing against the back of my neck, her hand draped over my stump. Guess when I woke up, I moved just enough to cause her to stir a little. Her lips kissed my neck once. Her hand moved a little, more like a rub, a tiny massage.

"Glad you have this."

"Love you. Hope you'll be right there tomorrow morning."

"Count on it."

I rolled over between her arms so I could face her and put my hands on each side of her face, looking in her eyes as if to memorize how they looked, to hook onto whatever bond that was forming between us, and slowly moved my lips against Peggy's. Teasingly, tenderly, I rubbed our lips against each other spreading moisture, wetness, around. Little licks added more. Not rough as in the past, but loving pecks, trying say 'I love you' with a kiss. I kissed Peggy over and over holding her face in my hand, running my fingers through her hair. I could feel her arms tighten around me, her hands stroke my back, my hips. I stopped and pulled back just a little.

"I've loved everything we've shared the past 24 hours, all the sex, passion, roughness, nasty words, exposing ourselves, ... never have I enjoyed myself so much, so very much. I just want you to know how much I love you. It's quick, too soon maybe, but I know this is something special and I don't want to lose it."

Saying nothing, instead just kissing me softly over and over, she held me tight in her arms, a few tears flowed down her face. At last she whispered "Oh Beth ... darling ... I feel the same."

We dozed in each other's arms off for a while.



Morning Coffee



Before I go on, let me take the opportunity to tell you a little about me and my wife Sonia. About 20 years ago I was on the corporate fast track and moving up nicely. More importantly though, I was lucky to have a mentor who was financially savvy and guided my investments. As a result of several "booms" in the market I was able to leave the corporate world at forty and create the lifestyle that Sonia and I wanted.

A couple of years after retiring, we bought twenty acres of land and built our dream playhouse on it. The house is in a secluded wooded area well off the main road and we don't have any neighbors to contend with. Entertaining has always been a big part of our social life. To ensure that our guests are always comfortable we included six suites in the design of the house so that any guests staying overnight could do so in total comfort. Each suite has a king sized bed, a nice sitting area, a large garden bathroom and a separate dressing area. Each suite also has a patio that overlooks the pool and hot tub area. 

My name is Michael and as you know I'm married to Sonia. We're in our early fifties and have a very active sex life; both with each other and with others. Without a doubt Sonia is one of the most sexual women I've ever known. It seems like she's always thinking about sex or doing something that somehow involves sex.

Sonia is a gorgeous, playful brunette with red highlights in her hair. She's about five foot four and weighs in at 124 pounds. Sonia and I work out regularly and she has kept her body as tight and fit as women twenty years younger. Sonia is totally confident about her body and loves to wear sexy, revealing clothing and almost always does. Her attitude keeps our life together more than interesting

Sonia had her first boob job when she was thirty -- as a birthday present to herself. Over the years she has had them redone several times and her measurements are a head turning 40DD-26-37. Sonia's breasts have developed a perfect ski slope sag and her nipples are still super sensitive. You can always tell when she's turned on because her large nipples get hard as rocks.

Now you know a little about us and I can proceed to the morning after Brandi and I had an unexpected nightcap after the pool party.

The next morning I awoke to the sound of Sonia's shower running. The sun was streaming in the bay window as I pulled the covers away and got out of bed. I knew that I had plenty of time to wake Brandi before Sonia would finish her shower so I grabbed a silk robe and headed to Brandi's suite. 

I knew Sonia would be ecstatic when she found out who had spent the night. You see Sonia and I have had many discussions about how hot Brandi is, and that of all of our daughter's friends, she'd be the one we'd like to bring into our group of really close intimate friends. 

We'd been hesitant to broach the idea with Brandi because we didn't want to ruin any relationships. However, having broken the ice with Brandi the night before I knew that she would be a perfect addition. I thought having coffee with Brandi would be a safe way to introduce the subject to her.

I let myself in her suite and called out. Brandi yelled back from the dressing area. She had already showered and was standing naked in front of the full length mirror. Brandi made no effort to cover herself when she saw me. Instead, she stepped toward me, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a nice warm tongue kiss. She tasted like peppermint. As we kissed, her hand slid inside my robe and she gently fondled my cock and balls. 

We broke our kiss. Brandi was beaming and said, "Thank you again for last night Michael. I had an awesome time fucking you. I'm glad you made me to do all those wonderful things I did last night." 

I smiled and replied, "Brandi, you know that I didn't make you do anything. You are one very hot, very sexy lady and you know you were totally into everything we did. I loved every fucking minute playing with your sweet pussy and tight ass. Stop playing head games with yourself and stop feeling guilty about how much you enjoyed sex last night. Just admit that you like it on the nasty, dirty side and enjoy yourself doing it."

Brandi stopped playing with my cock and whacked me in the shoulder as she blushed at the compliment. Then she smiled wickedly and hugged me to her as she ran her hands over my butt in a very provocative way. Brandi looked me directly in the eyes and said, "I never thought about it like that before Michael. I guess I usually feel guilty about letting myself just enjoy sex, but I didn't feel guilty at all last night. It was all so easy with you. It didn't feel wrong at all. It felt very right."

I could tell by the look on her face she wanted another session of fucking and sucking. My stiff cock was thinking the same way, but I knew it wasn't the time. There would be plenty of time for sex later. I grabbed her arms and pulled her hands in front of me. Brandi gave me her best pouty look. 

I kissed her softly and said, "Brandi, Sonia and I have a very special relationship that you need to know about. We love to entertain and we love sex and we love to combine the two. We have known you for a long time and now that you've grown up, Sonia and I think that you would fit very nicely into our special group of friends."

Brandi narrowed her eyes and looked a bit confused. I explained as quickly as I could about the sex themed parties that we regularly hold at the house. Brandi started to ask a question, but. I put my finger on her lips to shoosh her. I told Brandi that we would discuss things in detail over coffee with Sonia. 

Brandi's face was flushed and her nipples were as hard as I'd ever seen them. Brandi was definitely turned on by what I told her. I smiled at Brandi and told her that she needed to get dressed and finish her makeup so she could join Sonia and me for coffee in the solarium. I told her she'd find something appropriate to wear in the closet and then I gave her a quick kiss and headed back to the master suite. 

When I got back to our suite, Sonia had finished her shower and was wearing her favorite gold robe. The robe barely contained her glorious tits and didn't come close to covering her pussy. As she walked around the room, I could see glimpses of the gold hood ring dangling from her pussy. About eight years ago she decided she wanted a piercing and she and one of her girlfriends went to a tattooist friend of ours to get one. When they returned, Sonia's clit hood was pierced and her friend had both of her labia pierced. I should write about that event sometime..

I love the way Sonia's pussy looks with the piercing and she loves the way the captive ball constantly rubs her clit when she moves around. Her piercing has been an ongoing source of fun during our sex and is always a conversation starter when we meet new friends. 

I walked into the bath area. Sonia padded over to me and said, "I'm so sorry for having to much to drink last night. It's not like me to do that. You had to see everyone out, and ended up having to do all the clean up." 

I smiled knowing what a hot time I'd had with Brandi and told her everything was okay and not to worry. That's when I told her that a guest spent the night. Sonia's eyes lit up and she wanted to know who it was and what had gone on. All I would tell Sonia is was that she would meet the lady shortly for coffee and that she had missed out on some really hot sex. 

That really got Sonia's curiosity going and she started badgering me with questions. I frowned at her and told her to finish dressing and come down to the kitchen and I'd tell her all about it what went on. I showered quickly, grabbed my robe and headed for the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen I had the coffee brewing in no time. I dug out three large Irish coffee mugs and placed them on a serving tray. I looked up as I heard Sonia's heels clicking across the tile floor. Sonia had definitely dressed to impress. She was wearing a white sheer toga style dress that just covered her firm butt. Her massive tits hung nicely under the sheer gauzy material and they swayed nicely from side to side as she walked slowly across the kitchen. The gold jewelry dangling from her bare pussy matched the gold trimmed heels she was wearing. Sonia's tan looked great against the white material.

She snuggled up to me and pressed her tit flesh against me tightly. Then she pretended to be mad and grabbed my balls with her left hand and said, "Okay, tell me all the details now or I'll squeeze till you drop." 

We giggled a minute and held each other as I told her about the way things had progressed the night before. I could tell that Sonia was getting turned on because instead of squeezing my balls she was now sliding her fingers up and down my hardening shaft. 

When I had finished the whole story, she was breathing hard and her hard nipples were poking at the thin material stretched over her tits. She leaned into me, kissed me hard and said "Now I'm really mad that I had too much to drink. I missed one hell of a time." 

I pulled her hard to me and pushed my cock up against her stomach and said "You know last night may never have happened if you'd been awake." 

Sonia looked at me quizzically responding "What do you mean?" 

I responded "I think you'll understand when you find out who our guest is." 

Then I suggested to Sonia that she go out to the solarium and relax and I'd bring her coffee in just a minute. No sooner than Sonia left, Brandi walked into the room. She looked spectacular. I told her to use heavy eye makeup and her eyes looked perfect

"Brandi, you look awesome in that outfit. That color is really great on you and I love the way your legs look." 

I'd chosen a pair of electric blue tap pants, a matching tank type top, a thin silver choker and short silver heels. The pants were very tight and hugged her pussy lips seductively. The top I selected was purposefully too big for Brandi and no matter how she moved or sat she couldn't keep her titties from being exposed. She looked so edible, and I knew that Sonia would have difficulty keeping her hands off of her. 

"Thank you Michael. You have really good taste, but this top won't stay in place. You know I really feel guilty about having coffee with Sonia after what we did last night. Plus, I'm confused about your special friends that you talked about earlier. I just don't feel right about going in there with my tits popping out of this top. Is this really a good idea?"

As she looked at me waiting for an answer, I finished pouring the mugs of coffee. Then I nodded my head for Brandi to follow me and I picked up the serving tray and said "Let's join Sonia. By the way, I already told Sonia all about the hot sex we had. C'mon she can't wait to find out who fucked me last night."

I headed for the solarium and as I walked through the door I heard Brandi mumble, "Shit." 

The solarium is one of our favorite rooms because it is cheerful and bright. There are several couches, a couple of love seats and a number of side chairs in the room all arranged in small groupings. Everything is overstuffed and incredibly comfortable. Classical music played in the background. I put the serving tray on one of the small tables in front of Sonia just as Brandi walked into the room. 

Brandi looked tentative as she entered the brightly lit room. She was doing her best to keep her breasts covered as she walked across the room, but the effort was pointless. Sonia looked up as she heard another person enter the room. When Sonia saw who was joining us it registered that Brandi was who I fucked the night before. A huge smile filled Sonia's face as she slowly rose and walked several steps toward Brandi.

I noticed that as Sonia got up from the love seat she opened her thighs very slowly so that her pussy was clearly visible to our guest. Brandi couldn't take her eyes away from Sonia's pussy as the two moved toward each other. 

Sonia had hugged Brandi many times before, but never in this circumstance and never wearing one of her most revealing outfits. When they touched time seemed to slow down. Sonia pulled Brandi tightly to her and sensuously rubbed her huge tits against Brandi. 

Sonia slid one of her hands down Brandi's back and onto her butt so that she could pull the hot brunette's pussy against her own. Brandi smiled dreamily as she lowered her hands to Sonia's waist and hugged her back. Sonia lifted Brandi's chin and placed a soft little kiss on her lips. As Sonia finished the kiss she looked at me slyly and winked. Sonia was in her happy place. 

Sonia released Brandi and stepped back toward the loveseat. Sonia led Brandi by the hand and patted the love seat next to her for her to sit down. As they sat down Sonia said, "Michael, this is really quite a nice surprise. You know how sexy I find Brandi."

I responded, "I told you that you'd be pleased when you found out who spent the night. And, based on how hard Brandi's nipples are, I think she finds you sexy as well."

The love seats in the solarium are a tad smaller than normal on purpose. As Sonia and Brandi sat down their legs and hips automatically rested against each other. Sonia turned her body slightly toward Brandi and spread her legs slightly so that her right thigh was resting on top of Brandi's. Sonia was pushing things to the limit and Brandi had an unobstructed view of her pussy. 

Brandi couldn't take her eyes away from Sonia's pussy and tits. Brandi was so captivated with Sonia's body she hadn't noticed that her own top had slid down. Her cute little tits and two very hard, very distended nipples were on display.

Sonia stared lovingly at Brandi's nipples. Then Sonia extended her arm very cat-like and then delicately ran her left index finger from the bottom of Brandi's breast to the end of her swollen nipple. Sonia continued to finger the stiff nipple and said, "Michael, look how beautiful her nipples are. They are so big and so hard." 

Sonia had made the comment as if only she and I were in the room. Brandi shuddered at bit and her face was flushed. I could hear her breathing across the room. Sonia looked at me and said, "Michael, I think we should have our coffee now. I think a little conversation would be nice."

The coffee was still steaming as it sat on the serving tray. I gave each of them a mug and then returned to my chair on the other side of the table. Having the coffee was a good way to slow things down a bit. I took a sip of coffee and said, "You two look gorgeous together."

Brandi looked at me but didn't say anything. Sonia looked toward Brandi and said, "Thank you Michael. We do make an attractive pair, don't we."

I wasn't sure if Sonia had intended the play on words but I couldn't let it pass. I smiled back and said, "An incredibly beautiful pair."

We all laughed. Finally Brandi spoke. She looked at Sonia and said "The top Michael chose is pretty, but it doesn't fit and is a pain. Would you mind if I take it off?" 

Without saying anything, Sonia leaned forward and grabbed the bottom of Brandi's tank and helped pull it up over Brandi's head. Brandi looked gorgeous in just the tiny silver choker. 

Brandi said, "That's better. I feel more comfortable now." 

She took a sip and said "This is really good. It is special?" 

Sonia jumped in and answered, "Kinda. Michael adds brandy and Kahlua to the coffee. It's a great combination because you get double buzzed; once from the alcohol and then again from the caffeine. Every time I drink it, it seems to make me horny." 

It felt like the ice had been broken. We were starting to chat like close friends. Sonia turned toward Brandi and said, "Michael told me about last night, but not who he was with. I was so excited when you walked into the solarium a few minutes ago. You can't image the number of times we've talked about how sexy and hot you are, and how turned on we've been talking about having sex with you. 

Brandi smiled at Sonia and responded, "Wow, that's really wild. I've always thought there was something special about you and Michael, but I didn't realize exactly what it was until last night and now."

Brandi continued, "Sonia, "I've always thought you were a super sexy lady, but that hug was unbelievable. And now, here I am sitting next to you half naked and feeling really good about it."

Sonia patted Brandi's arm and replied, "Thank you for the compliment. We are very happy you're here, and that you feel so comfortable with me and Michael. Please tell me all the nasty details about you and Michael last night."

At first Brandi was a bit hesitant to talk about having sex with me, but Sonia assured her that everything was perfectly fine. Sonia explained that she and I often have sex with others and how it's a very important part of our life. 

Slowly, Sonia coaxed Brandi into describing all the different ways we fucked the night before. Sonia made sure Brandi didn't leave out any of the juicy details. In fact, Sonia even made Brandi retell the part about me fucking her in the ass. That must have really turned Sonia on because her nipples got hard as rocks.

Brandi and Sonia chatted away like long lost friends. They talked about their sexual preferences and turn ons. From the way the conversation was going, it was clear that Brandi was really into the idea of continued sex with us. We needed to find out if Brandi wanted to join our special group of friends. The two of them continued to talk as if I wasn't there so I went to the kitchen to fix us another round of coffee. 

I returned with the coffee and put their mugs in front of them. Brandi picked hers up and looked at Sonia and said, "You're right, there's something about this coffee that makes my pussy tingle. 

I smiled at Sonia and she smiled back. Then Sonia looked back at Brandi's nipples and said, "They just have to be sucked on don't they Michael?" 

Sonia lowered her head very slowly and took one of Brandi's nipples into her mouth. Sonia was sucking the nipple hard into her mouth as she twirled the other nipple between her fingers. Brandi put her coffee mug down and laid her head back on the cushion and let Sonia do whatever she wanted.

As Sonia continued to suck and nibble on Brandi's tits Sonia moved her free hand to Brandi's pussy. I've watched Sonia make love to ladies on many occasions. She was good at it and always seemed to know just what to do to give a lady pleasure. The musky smell of sex filled the room. 

Brandi was moaning softly and rolling her head from side to side as Sonia continued to attack her clit through the silk pants. Sonia stopped sucking on Brandi's tits and slid off the love seat. When she was kneeling on the floor Sonia motioned for me to move the table out of her way for her. Once the table was moved, she pulled Brandi's tap pants off and bent forward to suck her pussy. Sonia loves to have her tongue in a wet warm pussy.

My cock was now hard and sticking through my robe as I watched the live porno movie in front of me. Sonia was licking Brandi's slit from top to bottom and playing with both nipples at the same time. Sonia's huge tits wobbled from side to side as they hung between Brandi's legs. Brandi was breathing hard now and I didn't think it was going to be long before she orgasmed. 

Sonia sucked hard on Brandi's clit and Brandi groaned how good it felt. Then Brandi tensed up and I knew she was having an orgasm. Sonia kept her mouth pressed to Brandi's pussy as she bucked and twitched through a powerful orgasm. Finally, as she did earlier to me, Brandi clamped her thighs together and pushed Sonia's head away with her hands. Sonia lips stayed within inches of Brandi's pussy. 

After she caught her breath, Brandi said hoarsely, "You two are going to kill me. I haven't cum this much in years." 

Sonia delicately kissed Brandi's pussy one last time and then crawled back onto the cushion and into Brandi's waiting arms. When Brandi's breathing was back to normal she leaned into Sonia and slowly slid her tongue into Sonia's waiting mouth.




Morning Coffee



Finally they broke their kiss and Brandi said, "Sonia, you really know how to make a lady feel good. That was mind blowing."

Sonia grinned back at her and said, "You are such a naughty little slut. I loved eating your pussy. You tasted so sweet." 

Brandi blushed and hugged Sonia around the neck. No one said anything for a while. 

Then I said, "Brandi, Sonia and I have told about our lifestyle and the special parties that we host and in less than twelve hours you've had sex with both Sonia and me. We'd very much like for you to join our group of special friends." 

I could tell that Sonia knew where I was headed and picked up right away. I knew that Sonia would love having Brandi as her party toy. Sonia squeezed Brandi tightly as she lay in her arms. One hand gently caressed Brandi's neck while the other played idly with her nipples. 

Sonia purred into Brandi's ear, "Our special friends Jackie and Marcus are coming for drinks and dinner tonight. Would you be like to join us?" 

Brandi smiled very coyly and looked up at Sonia and said, "I've never had this much fun in so little time. You and Michael are wonderful. I'm learning a lot about myself, and like what I'm learning. I feel very special that you would invite me and I wouldn't dare miss tonight's party." 

Brandi pulled Sonia's face to hers and they shared another passionate kiss. I smiled and watched the two of them exchange kisses and fondle each other. They finally stopped kissing and we all smiled at each other.

I told them it was time for me to head for the golf course and I'd be back by mid afternoon. I stood and walked over to the love seat to give Sonia a good-bye kiss. Sonia released Brandi and stood to meet me. As we kissed the scent of Brandi's pussy lingered on Sonia's lips. 

Our kiss started slowly, but soon Sonia's tongue slide between my lips and into my mouth. The taste of Brandi's pussy on Sonia's tongue was unmistakable. As we kissed I suddenly felt Brandi's hot mouth slide down over my cock. After listening to the two of them talk about sex and then watching them have sex I was really horny. Brandi had my cock rock hard in no time. 

Sonia was tongue fucking my mouth and Brandi was furiously pumping my cock in and out of her mouth. I could feel my orgasm coming and my balls tightened. I filled Brandi's mouth with my hot cum. She swallowed every drop of gizz and continued to suck my cock until it began to soften. When she had cleaned my cock of every drop of cum she joined us in a three-way hug and kiss. The tastes and smells were incredible. 

I gave each of them one last kiss goodbye. As I turned and started to leave the room I heard Sonia ask Brandi if she'd like to spend the afternoon by the pool catching some rays and enjoying each other's company. I didn't hear Brandi's reply, but I think I know what Sonia meant by "enjoying each other's company."



Morning Coffee



Jenny checks her watch. Fifteen minutes late. How typical. 

Mornings are such a pain. There's nothing she'd rather do than stay at home luxuriating under the warm covers, not a worry in the world, with nothing but time, and loads of it. But she has her weekly coffee with Dorit. What's so wrong with afternoon coffee? 

"No, no, no," she can hear Dorit say in her thick accent, "it has to be 9:00. Otherwise the whole day is lost." 

But that's Dorit: anal about every little thing. And Jenny's determined to get her to loosen up, stop being so German or Belgian or whatever.

After a hurried, three block walk, she rounds onto the flagstone walk that winds through the profuse plane of red, yellow, and purple tulips leading to Dorit's house. These are but a prelude to the waxing blooms peppering the painstakingly tended shrubs and ornamental crabs that in a few weeks will render a profuse frame around the red brick Tudor home.

She's about to press the doorbell, when Dorit's teenage daughter, Mattie, swings open the front door and rushes past in a burst of tears. Jenny watches the statuesque girl walk stiffly down the walk, her hand glued to her pert behind and rubbing it furiously over her short skirt.

Dorit appears in the door dressed in a thick white robe and matching towel turban. A few wavy red locks dangle over a face. 

"What's up with her?" Jenny asks.

"Teenagers," she says scowling. "Come in. I'll tell you over coffee."

Jenny parks at the pristine breakfast table overlooking the equally well-manicured backyard. Dorit fills a mug with coffee and gives it to Jenny. Then she sits down on the opposite side with her own cup topped off.

"Mattie was very rude," Dorit says. "First she refused to pick up her things in the bathroom and we got into a big argument about her responsibilities and housework. Then she called me a bitch."

Jenny's mouth drops. "She said that to you?"

"I tell you, Americans have no manners." Dorit takes a long drink from her mug. "The things she learns over here." 

"Boy, I'll bet she's grounded for a month, huh?"

"Hah! No, I don't go for grounding. I gave her a good spanking."

Jenny's mouth falls again. "Seriously? At her age?"

Dorit shrugs. "She acted like a spoiled brat. She got what she deserved."

Jenny regarded the tall, stout woman. Even at forty something, she had no doubt Dorit could easily take care of even athletic Mattie. A small butterfly fluttered inside.

"I could never do that," Jenny says. "It seems so...I don't know...old fashioned."

"Wait 'til you have kids. Your tune will change."

Dorit gets up and opens a bag of bagels. "Want one?" she asks.

"Of course. I'm starving. I make sure I never eat when I come to your house."

Dorit frowns slightly as she pops two bread rings into the toaster. 

"I see." She crosses her arms and says a little coolly, "How goes the job search?"

"Oh, you know. It's hard to focus sometimes. So much going on."

"Uh-huh." Dorit tends to the popped bagels and places the plates on the table. Jenny tears into hers like a ravenous animal.

"My goodness. Don't you eat?"

As she chews she responds, "I haven't been shopping yet this week."

"That's right," Dorit says wryly. "You're very busy. Well, did you call my friend Mr. Mitchell at the book store?"

"Yeah, I was going to, but I'm not really sure I want to sell books. I'm not much of a reader you know." She stuffs the last quarter bagel in her mouth. "Anyway, I lost the number. Mm, would you mind getting me another one?"

"A phone number?" Dorit stares, confused. Jenny shakes her head and points at her full cheeks. "Ah," Dorit says. Without a word she gets up and pulls another bagel from the bag.

"Jenny," she says leaning against the counter, bagel in hand, "I'm concerned about you."

Jenny laughs. "Me? I'm fine. Everything's great."

"Yes, maybe right now. But in a couple years your new husband may resent your loafing around..."

"I don't loaf," Jenny scoffs.

Dorit drops the bagel into the toaster. "Well I've only known you about a month, but in that time I've heard a lot of talk but not seen much action. That sounds like loafing to me." 

"Yeah, well, I'm still adjusting. Ted said I don't need to work if I don't want to. He makes a ton of money at the law firm. So I'm kind of searching for myself, you know?"

"Okay, well don't expect your self to come searching for you."

"Oh, stop now." Jenny shifts in her chair getting uncomfortable with the Dorit's persistence. "It's really not a big deal."

"Listen, you've been married almost a year. That's long enough to be idle. You need work or something to keep you stimulated, keep you fresh and alive. You're going to waste away into a bitter old maid when Ted starts to work late every night because he doesn't want to hear you drone on about your empty day."

Jenny folds her arms. "Shows what you know. He's worked late for almost as long as I've known him. That's the way it is..." Jenny's voice drops with her chin, "...he says."

Dorit comes over to Jenny and places the bagel on her plate. Jenny fidgets with her nails. She looks up, a little teary eyed. "I don't know," she says.

"Take it from someone who's been there," Dorit says as she tinkers with the flower vase on the table. "When Hans and I first married I was pretty aimless, too. Marriage is a big change."

"Yeah, tell me about it," Jenny snorts.

"But I had lots of, shall we say, loving guidance from my parents, and Hans. I think you maybe need some help to find your way."

Jenny sighs. "You think? I don't even know where to start." 

Dorit tosses a wilted tulip. "Talk to Ted."

"He's so tired when he gets home." Jenny stuffs the last bite into her mouth. "Now that you say it, he does work a lot."

"Call some friends. But more importantly, just get out. Get some interviews. Even if they're not exactly what you want. You never know where things may leave."

"Maybe you're right." Jenny gets up and brushes the crumbs off her lap all over the floor.

"Oh, my clean floor," Dorit gasps.

"Oops. Sorry. Well, you have a maid, right?"

Dorit tightens her robe belt. "She doesn't come until Friday."

Jenny shrugs. "Oh, that's a bummer. Well, I'm going to go make go make a bunch of phone calls then hit the streets. Thanks for breakfast."

Jenny starts for the door, but Dorit stands in her way and says, "I don't believe you."

Jenny laughs nervously, "What? Why?"

"It's almost ten. Your show is almost on."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, it is isn't it? Then I really better get going." Jenny smiles and tries to pass. Dorit moves with her, blocking her.

"What?" Jenny says, exasperated.

"We need to talk before you leave," Dorit says evenly.

"We have been talking." Jenny fidgets. "I don't want to take up more of your precious time."

"You've been rude today. More than usual."

"Me? Well, you know me," Jenny chuckles awkwardly, "I'm like a bull in a china shop. Everyone knows I just say what pops in my head."

"That's no excuse," Dorit says.

"So what, are you going to spank me now, too?"

"I haven't decided yet."

Jenny gulps and steps backward, but is blocked by the counter. "Oh, Dorit, you really need to lighten up a little. You Germans are always so serious."

"Jenny!" Dorit yells and grabs her by the wrist. "I am Dutch."

She pulls Jenny over to a chair by the table and sits down.

"What are you doing?" Jenny cries.

"You just don't listen, do you?" Dorit yanks Jenny over her lap and grabs her tightly around the waist, then starts to spank her sharply. "From now on you are go-ing to list-en to me," she smacks like a metronome.

Jenny grabs the chair legs and tries to wiggle off but Dorit holds her firmly in place. All her efforts get her are harder swats. 

"Hold still," Dorit barks, "or I'll pull down your pants."

"You wouldn't dare," Jenny shrieks. "This is insane."

Dorit increases the speed of her slaps until her hand sounds like a rapid-fire pop gun every time her palm flattens across Jenny's jeans. Jenny kicks her legs out trying vainly to avoid the blows.

"Ow," she says, "that stings."

"Good, I'm glad something's finally getting through to you." Dorit stops a moment, her palm cupped lightly over one of Jenny's ample buns.

Jenny starts to get up. "Thank god, I can't believe you just..."

Dorit slams her down against her lap and pushes her forward so her head is almost touching the ground and delivers a high, arcing wallop. "Quiet. Right now."

A loud whimper escapes Jenny's lips. Dorit squeezes her butt hard. "Now, I said."

Jenny recognizes something from far back in her youth in Dorit's tone and goes immediately limp over her lap. She starts to tremble.

"Now then," Dorit says sternly, "I want you to listen very carefully to what I say. Understand?"

Jenny grunts her affirmation and Dorit lands another stinging blow.

"Answer me loudly and clearly."

Jenny clears her throat and manages a loud, "Okaaay. Yes."

Another hard swat. Jenny cries out.

"Yes, Ma'am." Dorit prompts.

"Yes, Ma'am." Jenny says loud.

"Better." Dorit gently rubs the very round curves of Jenny's bottom. "From now on I expect you to behave in a respectful manner in my house. Agreed?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"And you will bring me a detailed plan in two days outlining your goals for the next sixth months. Yes?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Dorit absently traces her long fingernails across Jenny's bottom and thighs. 

"And you will do me the courtesy of at least making an appointment with anyone I suggest that you call. Okay?"

Jenny curls her legs upward. "Whatever you're doing, don't stop. Can you massage my back, too...?"

A sharp swat interrupts Jenny's distraction. "You think this is funny?"

"Yes...I mean...No, Ma'am."

This earns a dozen swift smacks that almost breaks Jenny's cool, but she fights back her emotions.

"You're stubborn, aren't you? In that case, before we continue your lesson, I'm going to give you twelve hard spanks. I don't want to hear a word from you. If you need to cry, you may, but if you say one word I will simply start over." Dorit places her hands on the small of Jenny's back. "And if I have to start over, I promise you the next round will not be lighter."

Before Jenny can respond, Dorit begins a slow volley of spanks, striking first one cheek, then the other. Jenny bites her lip but keeps her mouth shut. By the twelfth slap, a lump has moved its way up her throat, and only a solitary tear escapes.

"Okay, Jenny, stand up."

Jenny slides off Dorit's lap and kneels, rubbing her bottom. "Listen, Dorit," she begins, "I'm really sorry."

Dorit leans forward and grips Jenny's chin in her hand and snaps it upward. "Did I tell you to speak?"

Jenny's eyes drop. "No, Ma'am."

Dorit stands up. "Come with me." "Where are we...?" Jenny clamps her hand over mouth. She smiles apologetically and stands.

"Upstairs," Dorit answers anyway and ascends the thick wool runner curving up the lacquered cherry stairs.

Dorit leads Jenny into the Master Bedroom, a spacious room finished in a variety of textures, all white. On the wall opposite the raised canopy bed is a simple, white brick fireplace with a warm fire glowing. Above the mantle, the only object of color, an original Matisse print. In a small corner nook is a well-stocked vanity with a white antique chair. This chair Dorit spins outward. She removes the towel from her head and shakes out her full curls. She sits down and crosses her legs.

"Come to me, Jenny," she says curling her finger sternly.

Jenny shuffles over obediently and stands before Dorit. She can't seem to raise her eyes to meet Dorit's gaze.

"Are you ashamed?" Dorit asks.

Jenny nods.

"That's expected. You have been very bad so you should feel ashamed. I will show what will happen from now on whenever you misbehave." Dorit reaches out and unbuttons Jenny's jeans. Jenny doesn't resist despite the look of fear on her face. The zipper is slid down and Dorit takes her jeans in both hands, working them down over her full bottom. They bunch up at her knees. Dorit fingers the waistband of Jenny's purple, floral silk panties.

"These are pretty little things," Dorit remarks. "Take them down."

Jenny gives a pleading look accompanied by a trembling whimper.

In response Dorit turns and lifts a long wooden hairbrush from the vanity. Jenny quickly pushes her panties to her knees. 

Dorit uncrosses her legs and motions for Jenny to get back over her lap. After a moment's hesitation, Jenny crawls obediently over and places her hands flatly on the floor, then wiggles her hip into position on top of Dorit's thighs, her bottom arched high and legs bent up, ankles crossed.

"You learn quickly, Jenny," Dorit says with an approving pat of the brush on Dorit's cheeks. "When you put your mind to it."

Suddenly, Jenny feels the cool smoothness of the hairbrush fly off her skin. Before she can react it lands sharply across both buns causing her legs to stiffen straight out. The sting barely registers before the brush lands again, reddening her right cheek. By the third and fourth blows she's finally able to take a full breath, and by the fifth smack the sting from the first swat finally surfaces and prickles with intense fire. The hurt from the subsequent spanks floods Jenny's senses and she begins to wail.

"Oh, Dorit, pleeease stop. I can't take it."

"Oh, yes you can," Dorit says unrelenting. "And you will!"

With each spank, Jenny squirms, her arms and legs flying akimbo. She tries to cover her behind with her hands but each time Dorit swats them away. 

After dozens of brisk smacks, Dorit stops and lays the hairbrush to the floor. She cups her hand over Jenny's burning left cheek and feels the heat radiate like a fresh loaf of bread. Jenny melts over Dorit's lap like a wet noodle, trembling with heaving sobs.

Dorit strokes Jenny's bottom. "There, there, Lieveling, you'll be okay. I'll take care of you. There, there. In Holland, we call our loved ones Lieveling. I will call you Lieveling from now on." 

Her soft, soothing words follow the gentle caresses that seem to coax the fire out of her skin. So too is coaxed a rush of emotion that Jenny doesn't understand. All she knows, that in spite of the intense pain scorching her entire bottom, she feels unexplainably loved and cared for. She cries even harder.

Dorit pushes both hands up and down Jenny's thighs, over her bottom, and up over her back, gently squeezing the tension from her muscles as she goes. When Jenny has calmed from gulping gasps to steady peeps, Dorit pats her bottom gently. "Okay, Lieveling, you may get up."

With help from Dorit, Jenny stands on wobbly legs, then waits for Dorit's instructions. Pleased, Dorit stands as well and gives Jenny a long, tender embrace. A little sob squeaks from Jenny's lips as she returns the gesture tightly.

Dorit steps back and smiles. She pushes Jenny's hair out of her face and over her ear. "I think you begin to understand. But your punishment isn't finished yet." 

Jenny's expression sinks with dismay. 

"But now I'll show you one of the many ways discipline can be good for you."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jenny replies simply.

"First of all, undress."

"What? But..." Jenny's eyes dart to Dorit's steel stare. There's nothing more to say but, "Yes, Ma'am."

Jenny pulls off her jeans, panties and socks. Then she meticulously unbuttons her white cotton blouse and folds it carefully over the chair-back. Finally she removes her bra and drapes it over the chair as well. She stands blushing, trying to cover up with her hands and arms. 

"Are you cold, Jenny?"

She nods. "A little bit, Ma'am."

"Let's go by the fire." They move in front of the glowing embers. "I imagine you're probably a little nervous, too. And, maybe, a little humiliated?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"That's good," Dorit says warmly. "You can't make any meaningful changes in yourself until you know your feelings. On the other hand, I'm feeling very warm. But I've had a good workout, yes?" Dorit lifts her arms from her sides. "Jenny, please take my robe."

Jenny blanks a moment before the request registers. Then she quickly steps in and unties the belt. Moving behind Dorit she lifts the terry garment off her shoulders and slides it off. As she folds the robe into a small square, she gawks at Dorit's remarkable physique. Fine skin swathes her sharply defined swimmer's back, which is bound by the elegant satin straps of her white lace bra. Matching panties stretch over her own well rounded behind and curve down her hips to her strong, nicely toned legs.

"You're...you're..." Jenny stops and looks at the floor.

"What is it, Jenny?" Dorit says throatily as she takes Jenny's warm hand in hers. "You may speak."

"Beautiful."

Dorit squeezes the younger woman's hand. "Oh, thank you, Lieveling."

Dorit takes Jenny's hand and guides it to the fireplace mantel, placing it firmly on the edge. She takes Jenny's other hand and sets it also on the shoulder-high mantle so that Jenny's facing the wall. 

"Do not let go." Dorit says.

Dorit holds Jenny's shoulder firmly and looks down at her bottom. "You are tan all over."

"I go to the tanning salon," Jenny says proudly. "Do you like it?" 

Dorit swats Jenny's bottom. "It's wasteful, Lieveling. It wastes energy. It wastes your body. And it wastes your time." She spanks her a couple times more times, hard enough so that Jenny arches toward the fire. "You can get an excellent tan working in the garden."

"I don't like tan lines," Jenny blurts before she can catch herself. Jenny clenches her cheeks for the powerful smack that doesn't come. Instead, Dorit steps away.

"Tan lines can be quite beautiful, actually. They flatter a woman's shape. Shall I show you?"

Jenny, taken aback, looks back over her shoulder. Wide-eyed and eager, she nods rapidly.

Dorit reaches behind her back and release her bra clasp. Pushing her shoulders together, she lets the bra fall down her arms to the floor. A dark tan line arcs in a vee into her cleavage highlighting the fullness of her breasts. Then Dorit slips her panties to her ankles and kicks them winsomely to the side. She turns slowly for Jenny showing the line of her invisible bikini bottom that borders a graceful curve over her hips from under her bellybutton all the way around her buns disappearing into the dark cleft between her legs.

"Well Lieveling," asks Dorit, "what do you think."

Jenny is speechless a moment, then manages to breathe out, "gorgeous...Ma'am."

Dorit steps behind Jenny again. "You see, I do know a thing or two. Maybe it won't hurt to listen to me a little?" Dorit giggles for the first time. "At least it won't hurt so much." She slides her palm across Jenny's behind. "Your bottom is very hot."

"And very sore, Ma'am," Jenny adds.

Dorit slides her hand around Jenny's waist and plunges down her stomach to her coarse fluff of curls. "I wonder if anything else is hot." She slips her toes between Jenny's feet and pushes her ankles apart. Her hand cups Jenny's pubic mound and lets a finger tip venture along the edge of her kit. 

Jenny holds her breath as Dorit teases the tops of her thighs. Her nerve endings tingle with fire and life. She moans loudly when a finger dips into the molten river that threatens to flood. Dorit expertly glides her fingers around and over Jenny's clitoris. Jenny closes her eyes and sways, gentle rocking as now two fingers slide in and out of her. Jenny feels Dorit's taut nipples brush against her arm and her breathing quickens. A sharp slap on her otherwise forgotten bottom zooms her to a murky space deep within her psyche. Another smack makes her involuntarily arch her bottom outward, beseeching another. Dorit continues her attentions between Jenny's legs while she spanks her with short, purposeful slaps, coaxing something from the deep. 




Morning Coffee



Dorit tongues Jenny's ear lobe and whispers, "You're a very bad girl, Lieveling."

"Yes," Jenny groans, sucking in air.

"And I will keep spanking you until you behave."

"Yes, please, Ma'am. Please spank me."

Jenny's legs slide apart and she clutches the mantle. Her knees bend up and down, as she rides Dorit's wriggling fingers.

"Oh, Mom...I mean Ma'am...I...ohhhh." 

Dorit hurls Jenny over a cliff with, "Are you going to be my good little girl, Lieveling?"

"Yes, Mommy, I...Oh, God. Oh, God." Jenny screams out as she soars with orgasmic flight. "Mommyyyyy." 

When the first wave subsides, she bursts into loud, wracking sobs, but occasional aftershocks set off hiccups of grunts and groans. 

Dorit gently follows Jenny's ebbs and flows until she finally withdraws completely. She smoothes her hands all over Jenny's trembling body.

"Look...I," Jenny chokes, "I never let go."

Dorit smiles and squeezes her close. "Yes, Lieveling, you were a very good girl."

"Thank you, Mommy."

Dorit takes Jenny's hands and pulls her towards the bed. She lets go and sits.

Jenny looks forlornly at Dorit. "Are you going to spank me some more, Mommy?"

Dorit shakes her head and scoots back onto the pillows and leans back. She parts her knees and smiles. "Come show Mommy how much you love her."

Jenny's face brightens and she crawls onto the bed. She starts by planting a teasing kiss just inside Dorit's kneecap.





Morning Coffee



We live out in the country. The Kansas countryside. Neighbors are widespread, and we're not within easy walking distance. Kansas isn't so flat as people think. We have rolling hills that will hide our neighbors from view. But we do know each other out here. And we tend to be fairly good friends. Especially with family members living close by. We'll often visit when not busy.

For instance, I have a little ritual concerning my sister down the gravel road from me. I will, once a week, leave for work early enough so that I can stop to have morning coffee with her as I am going into the city for work. We're only about forty-five minutes from downtown. So it's no burden to take some time along the way. To get caught up. To learn how she's doing.

My wife, Isabel, will still be in bed. She sleeps in because of her back pain. We have separate rooms because it's more comfortable for her that way. She does need a large bed to herself. And she's often up late into the night trying to get some sleep. Cynthia next door is a good friend and sister. My wife loves her.

Today I called to let Cynthia know I was early and I'd see her in a few. She told me the coffee was ready. I put on my suit coat and left in my Range Rover. It's a good vehicle for these gravel roads we live on. It was only a couple of minutes, actually, down to her ranch house. I parked out in the drive. Her cone flowers and peonies were blooming along the stone walkway to her front door.

"Hello, Brad. How've you been dear one?"

"You know me, Cynthia. I'm always good. What a pretty dress. That green goes well with your hair."

"Thank you sweet man. Anyway, the coffee's hot. I tried a new blend. I hope you like it. We have some scones this morning. I know you want one, don't you?"

We had passed through into her kitchen. It was large, and had a breakfast nook there. I saw the pot and cups, along with lots of scones, some other pastries, and several tubs of jams and butter. Nice.

"I will, yes, I'll have a scone. I don't think I've had one since we were in Scotland last time. Don't fuss. I can serve myself. Sit down with me."

"Ben's out on his ATV. I think he's checking some stock. But he's always off early, you know. He'll call me when he's heading back."

"He works hard. How're you dear? You look radiant. But you know that."

"You're such a flatterer. I feel great. I do. All my tests are negative. It's going to be fine."

"I knew it would be. We could't lose you. It would be unthinkable. Our little prairie jewel, losing her sparkle? Unthinkable."

"Please sir, you tease me. Don't grin at me that way. You know what that does to me."

"Yes, I believe I do know. I should, precious treasure."

"Silly. You're going to start something if you're not careful."

"I'm always careful to start only what I can finish, my little pearl."

I reached across and took her hand. It was warm and moist to the touch.

"Brad, you know what you do with your sweet words. You know."

"Certainly I know. Are you getting moist Cindy? I know you do, often, when I stop by."

"You're making me warm. I think I'm flushing now."

"You are, and your legs are spreading apart. Why is that little sister? Are you blooming? Is it because something's getting hot down under that dress?"

"Damn you big brother. You know what that does. Oh Brad."

Her legs were wide now. Her delicate hand was pulling it up as she exposed herself to me. Showing me that she was bare. She was not wearing panties. Of course not. She never did when I was stopping by. My sweet Lady was ready for me. Her fingers were rubbing her wet slit. It was my turn to help her. To please her. To give her what she needed.

I took off my suit coat. I tossed it aside and dropped to the floor. I was gently nuzzling her thighs. She whimpered and cried out.

"Ohhh...damn you Brad...I'm so wet for you...so wet. Damn."

I was tasting her nectar and she was already cumming for me. She was like that. So fast and ready. So beautiful and such a sweet lover. She was always ready for me. I was licking her slit now, and rubbing her button, making her cum more and more. She was screaming out loud. No one could hear us out here. Begging for me to fuck her. She wanted to be fucked now.

"Fuck, Brad, fuck me. Please, fuck me now. I need it. I need it. Oh shit, I'm cumming again. Fuck me. Give me your hard cock. So big. Oh fuck, Brad, I keep cumming."

She was on the edge of her chair. I rose up, pulled my prick out of my pants, and slipped it easily into her damp, juicy pussy. Into my wet pussy. All mine now. I rammed it in and she screamed out again, over and over, begging for more of my huge cock. She loved my cock.

"Yes, yes...Cindy, my baby. Oh fuck. Sis...take me. Take my cock. Shit. Unh, unh, unh. My pussy. Good. Fuck."

"Ohh...mmmmmm...fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Keep cumming my Cindy, my baby, keep cumming for me. Oh shit. I'm gonna cum. I gonna cum. Cindy, baby."

"Ohhhh. Yes. Yes. Cum in me, cum in me. Still cumming Brad. You're fucking magic baby. Oh shit. Cumming."

"Take it, take it. Oh shit, cumming too, baby girl. Take it. Fuck, fuck."

"Fill me Brad. Oh fuck, too much, too much cumming. Oh stop, please, stop."

"This is my pussy. Keep cumming for me precious. Cum for me Cindy. Keep cumming."

"Shit. Oh fuck. No. No. No. No more."

"Yes. I want that pussy. I want you to cum for me, over and over. Cum for me."

"I am damn you. I need to stop. Ohhhhh. Shit. Cumming."

I had given her my spunk. But I was still hard. I was still fucking my dearest Cindy. I would fuck her all day if she could take it. But she couldn't. She was spent now. I relented. I slowed down.

"Oh, god, Brad. So fucking good. So good. I cum and I cum for you. You're magic. You are."

I pulled him out of my pussy. Her pussy was mine. I pulled out, and leaned in to kiss her. I kissed her softly and gently. Then I stood up and she took me in her hand. Licking me clean. Tasting my cum and her cum mixed together. She loved her own taste, and she could never get enough of me. There was never enough of my cum for her.

"Okay, Brad. I need to get on with my day. You need to get to work. Give me a kiss."

I kissed her again. I touched her cheek and smiled. I adjusted my clothes, picked up my coat, and was ready.

"Bye my sweet brother. I'll see you next week."

"You surely will little buttercup. Be well, sweet Cindy."

I left. I was in the city and ready for work in about an hour.



Morning Coffee



I'm so tired...

 I shuffle into the kitchen to make my morning coffee. I take the coffee from the cabinet and smell it when I open the lid. God, I love coffee. As I add the grounds and the water to the machine, I go through the day's routine in my head. 

 'That sales report is due at work today, and I've got to pay the cable bill before I forget. Oh and the kids...shit, today is snack day at preschool. Guess I'll have to whip something up before I leave for work. Where did I leave the pom-poms for cheer leading practice? I need to check the car...'

 So much to do. I sigh deeply as I realize how hectic the day will be. But coffee will make it better. I flip the switch on the machine and turn absent-minded to grab my favorite mug; and I see Him out of the corner of my eye. 

 "Good morning, Master." I stand on my toes and move to kiss Him as he approaches me. He turns his cheek, denying me His luscious lips. 

 He has that look. I feel my eyes widen as a shiver runs through me and my skin prickles into goose bumps over every inch of my body. All it takes is that one look. I know it well. It sends me into a trance that only He can free me from. I stand frozen in place, holding my empty mug, feeling my panties moisten just by being near Him. His eyes narrow and He speaks:

 "Pour me some coffee." 

 I turn around and fill my mug and hand it to Him.

 "Now strip for me, slut." 

 I hesitate; the kids could wake at any minute...

 "They're asleep. Strip." 

 He knows what I'm thinking. He always knows. There is no escape from Him; I silently chide myself for not knowing better. I begin to slide my panties down my thighs. He stops me by grabbing my wrist.

 "Shirt first." 

 I immediately let go of my panties and slowly pull my shirt over my head, exposing my breasts, still tender and throbbing from the previous night's play. I look up at Him, His approving smile, and I melt on the inside. That smile always turns me into a quivering puddle of girl goo. I'm completely helpless now. I don't even want to fight it.

 "Now the panties. Slowly." 

 He takes a sip of His coffee while He watches me. How can He be so calm? I'm absolutely vibrating on the inside, every bit of my being desperate for His touch. I slide my panties down to my knees, and let them drop the rest of the way to the floor, stepping out of them. I dare to sneak another look at His face, to see if He is pleased. He gives me no indication of His thoughts; He only meets my eyes and says very softly: 

 "Turn around and lean over the counter."

 My breath catches in my throat at the mere words. My pussy is sore from the pounding my Master gave me last night, but I hunger for more. Anything to please Him. I turn around as instructed and lean forward, my legs trembling in excitement. I can't wait for Him to fuck me. My mind is screaming in desperation, but I remain quiet. As I feel Him nearing I stick out my ass and spread my legs.

 "What an eager whore you are this morning."

 "Yes, Master."

 Silence. 

I nearly turn around, but then I feel a strange warm sensation on my back. What is that...

 "You're a table now, slut. You're going to hold my coffee for me. Balance it on your ass while I fuck you. No spilling or you will pay for it."

 Oh my god...another delicious surprise, cooked up by my Master's beautiful, dark mind. I feel His cock press against my pussy lips; I want Him so bad.

 "Don't. Fucking. Move."

 I groan as He pushes into me slowly, filling me with His thickness. I want to push back, eager to feel every inch; but I dare not spill my Master's coffee. I can feel how hot it is through the bottom of the mug. I struggle not to arch my back or spread my legs further. I glance down and see His boxers pooled on the floor around His ankles as He finally pushes all the way inside me. I gasp and quiver; and feel hot liquid on my back. No...I was being so careful...

 "You spilled."

 He quickly pulls back and takes His dick away from me. I want to cry; I need it so bad. I need Him inside me, so badly that I physically ache for it. I feel empty now. He removes the mug of coffee from my back and takes another sip. So quiet, so calm. He moves away from me and I start to think it's over. No, please...it felt so good. I can't get through the day with this ache inside me. I begin to think of the words to beg Him to continue when suddenly He leans over me and pulls open the drawer next to me. I can see what He is after: the wooden spoon. The one with slats in it, the one that moves through the air so swiftly that I can't even hear it before it makes contact with my soft skin. He's going to spank me.

 "I'm going to put my coffee back and use the spoon. I don't think I need to tell you to remain still."

 "No, Master." 

 I giggle inside my mind, I can't help it. I love the way my Master knows how to handle me. I love how He keeps me in line, how He makes me obey. This is why I chose to be His, why I can't live without Him. I remain as still as possible and wait for my punishment. I was warned what would happen if I spilled His coffee – and now I will pay for not being careful. I know that I deserve my punishment and I wait patiently for what is coming to me.

 CRACK

 My first instinct is to jump as the spoon smacks against my ass, but I know I cannot. I bite my lip, search my mind for resolve, and strengthen myself for the next strike.

 CRACK

 Still no spilling...god, this is such sweet bliss. The feeling of the impact excites me like nothing else. I love being at my Master's mercy. I crave it.

 Silence. Where is the third? I want more...

 I feel the tip of the spoon barely touch my sore ass cheek. I feel His breath on my ear as He leans over me and whispers:

 "You're enjoying this too much. You don't get any more."

 The spoon clatters to the floor as He drops it. I feel Him remove the hot mug from its resting place on my ass.

 "Kneel. Now."

 My knees are weak already, so dropping to the floor would be such a relief - but I know my Master better than that. I must kneel gracefully, slowly. As I do so my thighs burn and my knees threaten to give out, but I ignore the pain as I lower myself all the way to the floor; kneeling in front of my Master, where I belong.

 I assume the position I know He likes, with my feet tucked under my ass and my toes pointed. I sit tall and straighten my back, making my tits stand out – showing off my best feature for Him. My hands fall to my knees, resting on them with an open palm, facing up. I raise my head, but lower my eyes. This is second nature to me by now. My body knows this position so well I don't even need to think about it anymore. I was made for this. I wait for Him to speak, to move...to do something, anything. Moments pass, making minutes feel like days. When is He going to say something? How long must I wait?

 His hand reaches down and He gently lifts my chin until I meet His eyes. My heart flutters. God, I could just drown in those eyes...my Master is so handsome, I'm so lucky.

 "Since you enjoy being pleased so much, I'm going to stop. Now you will do the pleasing."

 "Yes, Master."

 "Wait here."

 He lets go of my chin and I lower my head back into position and wait. I see His boxers being lifted off the ground, and then watch His feet as He walks out of the kitchen, leaving me alone and empty. I listen to His footsteps, trying to discern where He is going, what He might be doing. I yearn for His presence; I need Him back here with me. His footsteps near once again, and as much as I wish to lift my head and look at my Master; I keep my eyes to the floor and remain perfectly still.

 "The kids are still asleep, so you're lucky. You get to make me cum before they wake."

 "Thank you, Master."

 The words escape my lips instantly, without thought or hesitation. He grabs His coffee and takes another calm, measured sip. He lowers the mug to my lips.

 "Take a big sip of this and hold it in your mouth."

 I oblige happily, holding a mouthful of hot coffee in my cheeks. Wow this is really fucking hot, how long do I have to do this?

 "Now your head is the table, my little slave. Nod if you understand."

 I nod eagerly, the coffee sloshing in my mouth as I do so. 

 "Good girl."

 He pulls my hair into a ponytail (ouch, it's tight!) and nestles His mug on the top of my head. This is not the first time I have been made to balance an object on my head for my Master, and I sincerely hope that it won't be the last, either. As He steadies the mug and removes His hand, I force my body to remain perfectly still. I don't want to disappoint my Master, but I also really don't want coffee in my hair. I will not make a mistake this time.

 He moves about the kitchen, locating the sugar and cream, and a spoon to stir. What is He doing? He doesn't even like that stuff, I buy it for my own coffee. I can't help but wonder what is going through His mind. He approaches me once more and...is He pouring the sugar in the mug on my head? I raise my eyes in confusion.

 "Hold still, slut."

 He must have seen my eyes wandering, searching for answers as to what is happening on the top of my head. I hear a soft splash as He slowly pours cream into the mug as well. Then the musical tinkling of the spoon against the sides of the mug as He stirs it. Every move is deliberate; He never does anything He doesn't mean to. I feel a gentle pressure come off of my head as He lifts the mug. He lowers it to my lips once more.

 "Swallow that mouthful and take another."

 Of course I do as I am told. Mmmm...there's nothing like that first drink of coffee in the morning. I feel it warm my insides as it goes down. I do prefer it with sugar and cream though, so I silently praise Him for flavoring it to my taste. I eagerly take another mouthful and hold it once again. Damn, it's still so hot. Why is He making me hold it? The pressure on my head returns, He's returned the mug to its place.

 "Now that you've had a drink, the mug is not as full. Now you can use your mouth to please me without spilling it."

 A moment of panic runs through me; how am I going to make this work? I've never had to move with something balanced on my head. I'm afraid I won't be able to succeed and the thought of displeasing my Master worries me deeply. But I take a slow, deep breath and concentrate. I will not fail.

 "Swallow that coffee and open your mouth."

 The coffee warms me once again as I drink. And again, I am so thankful for being allowed to have some. I'm nothing in the morning without my coffee. My Master knows me so well. After swallowing and licking my lips, I open my mouth as I was told.

 "Remove my boxers."

 With my mouth still agape, I've started to drool. But I cannot move to wipe my chin or it would displease Him, so I allow it to fall down my chin, onto my chest. I lean forward very slowly and gently tug His boxers to the floor. I then lean back into position, every cell of my being focused on the same goal; not spilling a single drop of coffee. Damn, this is really fucking hard. I panic every time I feel it wobbling...I don't think I can do this. But I will try. For Him I will try anything.

 He takes a step closer...I can smell His skin. He gently takes my face in His hands. My mouth is open, waiting for him. I know what's coming and I couldn't be happier; I love pleasing my Master with my mouth. He places only the tip of His sweet cock in my mouth and says: 

 "Suck."

 I happily oblige, closing my lips around Him and sucking gently. I use my tongue as an added sensation; flicking it across the tip, teasing Him. I hear Him gasp as He says in a low, shuddering voice:

 "Fuck, your mouth is so hot. Now do you know why I made you hold the coffee, whore?"

 "Yes, Master." I say, attempting to speak around His dick.

 "Don't talk with your mouth full."

 I hear him laugh gently, and although I won't allow my exterior to show it, I relish the moment. I love making Him laugh; it is one of my few powers as His slave. I would never wish to take away my Master's power, but I do love seeing Him break his cold exterior and smile during play. It warms my heart.

 The moment has passed and He's not smiling anymore. I tell myself to get serious and focus – the children could wake any moment and I haven't made my Master cum yet. I lean forward as much as I dare, attempting to taste as much of Him as I possibly can. As another inch of Him slides through my lips, I begin to alternate sucking and licking, in the way I know drives Him crazy.

 With each slurping sound He moves closer, blessing me with more precious inches. I eagerly take them into my mouth and suck my Master's cock with as much creativity as I can muster with this damn mug on my head. God, I would love to be able to twist my mouth and neck right now, to really give it my all. I don't like this movement restriction...it's such an agonizing punishment. I can only taste what my Master gives me and nothing more. I can't please Him the way I want to. He must see the annoyance on my face.

 "You don't like this, do you?"

 He pulls away from my mouth so I can speak. "No, sir. It's not enough."

 He slowly pushes back into my mouth. "It's enough for me, and that's all that should matter. Now be still, my little whore. Remember not to spill."

 He begins slowly fucking my face...agonizingly slow. I can tell my Master enjoys it, so I relax my throat and prepare for what I know is coming. He groans...oh god He's close. I want so desperately to reach out and fondle His balls, to clench His ass with my hands, digging my nails into His flesh and feeling Him reaching climax. But I can only let Him use my holes as he pleases, and right now it's my mouth he's after.

 I see the muscles in His legs tense; He's close. I can't fucking wait, I love the taste of my Master's cum. I'm excited now, I can't wait to receive His gift. I can feel my nipples harden as I get more and more eager. His breathing is faster now. It's coming any second...please, please, I need this. I need to make Him happy; I need to know He is satisfied. 

 With one last agonizingly slow push into my mouth, He begins to cum. I lean forward very carefully, aiming to catch it in my throat the way He likes me to. The mug is wobbling on my head; I freeze in place, hoping to steady it. Master groans and finishes, shooting his load into my throat. I love the sensation of His cum dripping down my throat – I swallow it happily as I feel His cock going limp on my tongue.

 He draws away from me; His dick falling from my lips, dripping with drool. I swallow once again and clear my throat while licking my lips. I can still feel the mug on my head, but no hot liquid. Is it possible I actually succeeded? Did I please my Master with my performance? I wait, still kneeling, completely still. Fuck; now that I'm not distracted by any longer, I realize that my knees are really starting to hurt. Shit, my feet are asleep too. I feel the mug lifted off my head and feel relief at the fact that I no longer have to balance it.

 "Good girl. You didn't spill a drop. You can stand now."

 I struggle to stand with pins and needles shooting through my feet. I try my best to be graceful but I stumble a bit. As I start to fall, a firm and strong hand catches me around the waist. He then blesses me with a sweet and tender kiss with His soft, delicious lips.

 "I will always catch you when you fall."

 "Thank you, Master." I say with a big grin.

 "Now wash down that cum with some coffee and go get ready for work." 

 He touches my cheek tenderly, then hands me my still hot coffee. I take a big sip and swallow, once again warmed by the feeling. Now this is the proper way to start a day. I go to leave the kitchen, but He steps in my way. I look up at Him, curious.

 "Before you go, you need to do one more thing. Pick up the spoon you made me drop."

 Of course, the spoon. The one that brought me so much pleasure, the one I got taken away from me by enjoying it too much. I walk over to where it is on the floor and bend to pick it up. He stops me by speaking 5 beautiful words:

 "No. With your mouth, slave."

 I smile and get on my hands and knees, retrieving the spoon with my teeth. I stand and walk over to my Master, who takes it from my mouth and tosses it into the sink.

 "Now you may go."

 He smacks my ass playfully and turns to get a mug for himself. As I go to leave the kitchen, I look over my shoulder to get one last glance at my beautiful Master. He's standing there, smiling, sipping his coffee, looking out the window. I hear a tiny chuckle and see Him shake His head. I smile widely – He's pleased. I can walk away now, knowing I've satisfied Him. 

 I sigh happily. I love my Master, I would be nothing without Him. I don't know if I could get through a single day without His presence. But there is one thing I do know, with a strong certainty - I'll never look at coffee the same again.