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My New Car

By: Ed0613



I had already decided to buy the car so I figured why not make the best of it. I bought my last car from the agency where Janet worked three years ago so I pretty much knew what to expect. Obviously I went to see her again. Anyway, she gave me a great sales pitch and a better deal than I had anticipated, both for the selling price of the car and for my trade-in.

Although petite in size, she is a strikingly beautiful woman, about 5'1" tall and maybe 105 pounds, slender but with voluptuous breasts, a lovely round ass, long brown hair and creamy skin. I must say it was in direct contrast to my 6 feet, a little portly, 210 pound frame.

It was fairly early in the day and the deal was pretty much confirmed when I said, "Okay, I'll tell you what, I'll buy the car for the price you quoted under one condition."

Her eyes were sparkling at the thought of this easy sale. "Of course, anything you want. What is the condition?"

"I want you to sleep with me, have sex with me, today, this afternoon."

"I... Er... I couldn't... My boss... What... How..."

"Just tell your boss that you're going for a test drive and then you're going to take the rest of the day off. We'll go to lunch and then check in at that little motel right down the street."

"But I..."

"Nonsense, you do want the sale don't you? We'll sign the papers right now and then you can get off for the rest of the day." 

She seemed a little reluctant at first but then said, "Okay, I'll do it. We'll sign the papers and I'll tell him we're going for lunch and a test drive and then that I have to go home for something."

Just as we planned, we signed the papers, arranged for me to turn in my trade-in and pick up the new car tomorrow. She went into the back office and returned a few minutes later smiling. "Okay Lothario, we are all set, you lead the way."

We left in my car and went to an intimate little bistro I knew. The lunch was light, the wine was delicious and the conversation was titillating. By 1:30 we had registered and were driving up to one of the little units behind the motel office.

Once inside, she turned to me and I took her in my arms. Her face was looking up at me, her ample breasts were crushed against my chest and her lower torso was molded to my groin. I moved my right hand down and caressed the soft cheek of her buttocks. She put her hand behind my head and held me in place while we kissed. Her tongue was a most delicate morsel as it parted my lips and encountered my own. I answered with mine and we had a duel of flesh, me finally winning when I sucked hers deep into my mouth. 

This victory manifested itself by causing an erotic swelling of my manhood.

She acknowledged my arousal by grinding her torso against my hardening member and then leaned back in my arms and smiled at me. "My goodness, I didn't realize how badly you wanted that car and what a great deal we made."

Holding her in place with my right hand around her waist, my left began to grope the soft contours of her breasts. She peeled off her blouse to reveal the perfect orbs without any support. As I delicately nuzzled on one I asked, "Do you often go braless like that?" 

She giggled. "No, but since we are on this naughty assignment, I took it off in the restroom at the restaurant." Then she whispered, "My panties too."

I stripped of my shirt and dropped my trousers as she shed her skirt. In moments she was nude and I was down to my boxers. Slowly I approached her for the second time, my hard cock like a pole in my shorts, aiming at her desirable body. I put my arms around her and kissed her, our tongues dueling again as I pushed her backwards towards the bed. She was completely within my power as I eased her down onto the bedcover. I hovered over her, nursing on first one and then the other of her alluring breasts. She gasped as I licked a beautiful aureole and suckled the hard little nipple between my lips. Leisurely, I kissed a path from the desirable tit to her navel where I probed at the little indentation with my tongue, imitating what I would do when I got to her pussy.

I arrived at my clean-shaven destination and kissed the waiting lips I found there. My tongue probed, parted and explored these pliant folds until I discovered the soft little node hidden between them that I knew was her clitoris. Gently sucking it between my lips, I stroked it smoothly with my tongue. Quietly she began to moan, just enough so that I knew she was enjoying what I was doing. I brought my hand up under my chin and gradually inserted my thumb into her wet, well-lubricated vagina. My fingers, spread eagle, were kneading and rubbing her ass, especially her tight little rosebud. Now, she was making sounds like she was screaming with her mouth closed as I massaged her clit with my tongue and slid my thumb in and out of her pussy in a fucking motion.

I could tell by the thrashing of her body that she was in the throes of a climax but I wouldn't quit as long as she relished the feeling. Soon, the tenseness left her body and she appeared to wilt, almost as if the spirit had left her. I took this opportunity to move on top of her in the missionary position and plunge my cock into the spot that my thumb had so recently vacated.

Although at first she appeared to be out of it, she wrapped her legs around my buttocks, raised her ass up off the bed to meet me and prodded me with her heels so that my dick was rammed as deep into her pussy as it could go. Each time I withdrew she prodded me with the same results. At the very time I felt the winds of coitus beginning to blow stronger; she again began her closed mouth scream. Her body was having spasms when my semen erupted, filling her pussy with my creamy cum. 

I continued to pump in ever weakening strokes until I finally couldn't go any longer. My soft, spent cock slid out of her warm nest and I collapsed alongside of her on the bed.

I have no idea how long it was but sometime later I was aware that she had climbed out of the bed and I could hear water running in the bathroom. I dozed off again but woke when I felt a warm washcloth cleansing the aftermath of our lovemaking from my limp dick. Suddenly, the washcloth was replaced by a soft, heavenly mouth.

I luxuriated in the feelings that were washing over me as her pliant tongue stroked the underside of my flaccid cock, outlining the sensitive head and probed at the little slit. I wondered how long she could keep at it before I became hard again.

Not to be outdone, I coaxed her body onto the bed and across me until she was placed on top of me in the 69 position. The delightful vessel that I had enjoyed earlier was once again poised directly over my mouth and appeared ready to accept my ministrations. Greedily I plunged my tongue into this damp receptacle to find a delightful mixture of my own semen intermingled with her juices. It was delicious.

Her lithe body was squirming so much that I had to capture her with my arms around her waist to keep my tongue in contact with her pussy. Soon it became a race to see which of us would bring rapture to the other first. I know I was winning when my fucking libido betrayed me. It came out of my toes, my brain, my ass and every nook and cranny of my body to spew the seed of mankind out the end of my ultra-sensitive dick and into her mouth.

I was almost comatose with ecstasy when I realized that I still had my tongue in her pussy and that she was still squirming. Determined that I wouldn't enjoy this pinnacle of rapture alone, I redoubled my efforts to make her cum again. Now her scream was not closed mouthed but a loud wail.

My dick had fallen from her mouth, her head was raised, her eyes were closed and she was howling, almost screaming as I renewed my attack on her pussy with my tongue. She began to twitch, jerking each time I plunged my tongue into her moist giver of pleasure. Her cries had died to almost a whimper and she twitched each time I touched her before I finally released her from my arms around her waist.

She rolled off of me to lie on the bed with her feet almost in my face. I took one of her big toes in my mouth and sucked on it for a minute before she said, "My goodness, look at the time. Do you know that we have been here almost three hours? I have had a wonderful time but I've got to go. You'll have to drop me by the dealership to pick up my car. On the way home I've got to stop at the market to pick up something for dinner. Would you mind picking up Tommy Junior from soccer practice? And Tom..."

"What?"

"I love you and really enjoy these little excursions but why is it that we don't have sex like this at home?"

30

01-19-2013

My New Career



*This story is derived entirely from my own fantasies. If it goes over well with everyone I will continue to add a 3rd or 4th part ( I plan on making at least 2 to start). Enjoy.*



I hung up the phone at work, just having confirmed my girlfriend would pick me up lunch and drop it off after volleyball practice. I was a salesman at an auto parts store and it was a slow summer day. I was excited to see my girl. Her name is Jennifer, she was an 18 year old knock out in my opinion. She was 5'6", shoulder length curly blonde hair. And she was probably gonna show up in her normal summer apparel, spandex shorts showing of her massive ass, she had a size 6 waist, but needed size 12 pants to fit her ass, and sporting her tight but sleeveless jersey, showing her fresh perky large C breasts.

While I waited for Jennifer to get there I took the time to work hard and impress my new store manager. My original manager decided to go corporate, thus bringing in Dwayne. He was young, 24 if I recall what he told me his first day. He seemed more than nice enough for a black man standing 6'6" and weighing somewhere between 190-210 pounds. He talked about his bachelor life and often spoke of his preference for young white women, but this did not cross my mind while I waited for my sweaty white goddess to arrive.

It took about 45 minutes for Jennifer to arrive. And as expected, she stepped out of hers 80s corvette, her shorts letting her ass hang out wearing a tank top as a surprise, sporting aviator sunglasses. She walked through the door, her hips swinging carelessly the whole way, the bell rang but did not muffle her holler "Hey baby!" She said giddy.

:You're the best, how was practice?'" I asked, proud of seeing my athletic girlfriend. I dont even think about what Dwayne might think. We aren't supposed to "Hang out" at work, but it slips my mind. Not to much later Dwayne walks out of his office, his work short a size to small showing off his muscular build. He walked passed us but I couldn't help notice him turn his head slightly, catching Jennifer in his peripheral vision im sure.

It was not until Dwayne noticed Jennifer was not a customer that he came over. He towered over us as he approached, Jennifer smiled at him as he closed in on us.

"Cody, did you need help with finding this woman what she needs?" Dwayne asked sincerely.

"No, thank you Dwayne, this is actually my girlfriend Jennifer, Jennifer, this is my new boss Dwayne" I said as politely as I could, not liking having seen Dwayne so obviously check out my girlfriend.

Jennifer reached out to shake Dwayne hand politely, but much to my surprise he grabbed her hand and lifted it to his mouth, making Jennifer have to stand on her toes, and he kissed her hand, in my opinion, rather passionately.

"Pleasure to meet you Jennifer" He said, his voice a little more booming now.

Jennifer leaned backed and laughed giddily, her tits bouncing to Dwayne's pleasure.

"So Cody listens to you now?" Jennifer asked somewhat slyly, sending me into an even deeper state of confusion.

"Its not like that, me and Cody are equals, its just I get paid more and, well yeah, he has to listen to me."

They both laughed and Dwayne slapped me on the back. I had decided I didn't think I would like working with Dwayne. But little did I know he was about to invade more than my 9-5.

"Well Dwayne, since it seems Cody is going to be spending so much time with you, I think its only right for you to come over for dinner tonight so we can get to know you better." Jennifer suggested proudly, smiling widely up at Dwayne.

"Oh, I would hate to impose, I haven't known you guys long enough to trouble you like that" Dwayne said sympathetically, I could tell it was a ploy and the plot was already set. 

"I insist, come over tonight at 7, everything will be all ready."

Dwayne started to protest but Jennifer interrupted:

"I insist, that's the end of it." Jennifer smiled, kissed me on the cheek and strutted out of the store, Dwayne's eyes glued to her spandex covered ass.

"Well, looks like we're dinner pals!" Dwayne said sarcastically, walking to the office, my day went on without further burden, not considering the fact my mind racing about the disregard for my relationship or presence. But I didn't worry to much, it was just dinner, I continues the day with little mental protest.

To Be Continued






My New Career in Modeling



This story is about a time in my life when my financial situation had taken a severe turn for the worse. I was 35 years old and had just gone through a nasty divorce. My then wife was always looking for attention from other men. She needed them to tell how beautiful she was and was constantly searching for compliments. It got so bad that she started to give in to the advances of other men. When I caught her with my "best friend" in our bed, I decided that I couldn't stay with her any longer. 

After the expected war of words between both my wife and I and our lawyers, the divorce was final. It was very costly both for the legal fees and what I had to give up to get her to sign the papers quickly. Fortunately, we didn't have any children to put through this ordeal.

Wanting to get back in shape and focus on something positive in my life, I joined a gym and worked hard to tone up my body. I lost 25 pounds in 6 months and packed on some muscle. Then I hired a trainer to maximize my workouts and develop a set of 6-pack abs. 

He suggested that I shave the hair on my chest and stomach so that we could see the progress. At first I thought that would feel strange, but after I shave in the shower several times I became obsessed about being "clean shaven". While checking on my abs progress one-day home, I thought that now my hairy legs and pubic area needed shaving too. So I went back into the shower and after soaping up my body I shaved again. Now the only hair on my body was on my head and my arms. Then the only part of my body that I still thought needed shaving was my arms. What the hell, I said and proceeded to finish the job. After I dried off my body, I stood in front of the mirror again. I was pretty happy with the results of both my workouts and my now almost hairless body.

Now I must tell you that I have always been straight without even the slightest hint of thinking of men sexually. In the gym, however, we are always looking at each other sort of seeing where we stack up against the competition. The next day at the gym after removing my body hair in the shower, I met up with my trainer Kurt for our workout session. Since I work out in a tee shirt and shorts, Kurt noticed immediately that I had shaved my legs and arms. When he mentioned it to me, I just responded by saying that I liked the feeling of my shaven chest and decided to finish the job. 

We then proceeded to our workout. It was a good workout that today concentrated on legs. When we got to the squats, Kurt had me use more weight than I had ever used before, and I could really feel my butt muscles burn. At the end of every workout we always finish with abdominal exercises until I can't do any more sit ups. Kurt did his workout along with me today, so we were both pretty sweaty and needed a shower. We went into the men's locker room, removed our workout clothes, grabbed our towels and headed to the showers. 

The showers in the men's locker room do not have any doors or curtains separating the areas for each of us. It just has four showerheads on the wall with a place outside the showers to hang our towels. While I was lathering up and talking about what we had accomplished, Kurt said that he was amazed at my progress. He commented on how my leg and ab muscles were getting very well defined. 

He said, "Now you have a great package to go with that beautiful butt of yours." I really didn't know how to take that remark, but decided to just say thanks and continued on with my shower. 

When we were finished with the shower, we both grabbed our towels and began to dry off our bodies. Kurt had a great body, and since he was a body builder that entered some of the local competitions he shaved his entire body. I guess that I hadn't really noticed it before, but now I caught myself staring. His dick looked enormous compared to mine and must have been 8 or 9 inches flaccid. 

As we were dressing to leave the gym, Kurt said that he thought that I was a good-looking guy and now that my body was in such great shape that I should model. I thanked him for the compliment, but said that I just didn't think that the modeling gig was for me. He said "Ok, but just keep it in mind if you ever change your mind." Little did I know that my mind was going to change quickly? 

Now since my divorce was finalized, I wouldn't describe my financial situation as critical, but I was living from paycheck to paycheck. When I went to work the next morning, my boss called me into the office. He explained to me that the company's business had taken a big hit with the loss of two of our key clients. He said that in order to cut expenses that he had to eliminate some positions and mine was one of them. 

Holy shit, I was out of a job and didn't have any savings to fall back on because of my recent divorce. What the hell was I going to do? I got into my car and just started to drive. I must have driven for about 3 hours in circles, going nowhere with nowhere in mind. When it got close to the time that I usually go to the gym, I decided that maybe a good workout would clear my head. 

At the gym, Kurt met me on time as usual. I didn't tell him right away what had happened, but he did notice that something was wrong with me. At the end of our workout, we headed for the showers. 

While I was showering we were just making small talk when I decided to tell him that I had lost my job and didn't know what I was going to do for money. Kurt then brought up his modeling idea again. I said who the hell would want me as a model and for what. He said that a very good friend of his was a professional photographer and routinely was commissioned to do photo shoots for men's clothing magazines. He then said that his studio was close by and he would take me over to introduce me to him. 

"What have you got to lose?" he said. "If he doesn't think that you would be a good model, he'll tell you and you can be on your merry way." 

"OK." I said, "You've talked me into it. I trusted you to get my body in shape, and I hope that the results pay off." 

"They will, I promise you." He said. We both finished dressing and off we went.

When we arrived at our destination, it looked like an abandoned warehouse. Kurt explained that his friend was able to lease a big space for his studio without it costing him a fortune. We entered a side door and took what looked like a work elevator to the second floor. Kurt then led me down a long corridor to a door at the end that read "Jamie Smith, Professional Photographer". He opened the door and we went in. 

We were greeted by an absolutely, gorgeous blonde receptionist. She looked to be in her mid 20's and had an unbelievable body. Her tits were huge, her waist tiny and her butt so tight that you could bounce a quarter on it. 

"Hi, Kurt. Who's your friend?" she said. 

"This is a friend of mine that I have been training at the gym, Andy." he responded. "Is Jamie in?" Kurt asked. 

She said that he was but he had a client with him and would be just a few moments more. We took a seat in the reception area and waited. 

After 10 minutes has passed, the door to Jamie's studio opened and he walked through with his hand on the shoulder of a very handsome young man. He thanked him for coming and then turned his attention to us. Jamie was in his mid 50's with gray hair and a beard. He was a very large man about 6"4" and 240 lbs. with very little fat on him. He must have been one of Kurt's trainees also. 

"Hey, Kurt. I haven't seen you in a long time. Who's your friend?" 

Kurt replied that he had been very busy at the gym and apologized for not coming by sooner. He then introduced me, and we all walked into his studio. It was huge with cameras and lighting stands everywhere. There was also a variety of furniture set up, which I assumed was used in his photo shoots. Kurt then explained to Jamie that he had been training me and thought that I might make a good model for some of the men's clothing shoots that he was doing. 

Jamie then asked me to stand up so that he could have a look at me. I was a little uneasy about being examined by another man, but I guess if you are going to model that is what is to be expected. 

"Turn around, Andy, let me see your backside." Jamie said. I did as he asked and he seemed interested in what he saw. He then asked me if I had some time to do a few "test photos". Since I was now single, unemployed and broke I said sure. 

Jamie then explained that he had been commissioned by a men's magazine to do a photo shoot of a variety of men's bathing suits for the upcoming summer season. He then told me that he pays his models $1000 a session. He pointed me to a dressing room, and explained that there were a number of different styles on hangers and to start with the largest one first. 

"Largest one" I thought? I just lost all that weight and toned my body; did he think that I was fat? When I went into the dressing room, I got my answer very quickly. By "largest" he meant the most material. Some of the suits that were hanging on the rack were no more than strings. I certainly wasn't going to model any of those suits. After putting on the "largest" bathing suit, I headed back into the main studio area. 

Jamie was just completing a phone call and beckoned me over to one of the shooting areas with a beach chair and a blanket on some sand. "You have a great body, Andy. I love that you shave off all of your body hair." Jamie said. 

He instructed me to stand beside the chair with one hand on the top of it in a relaxed pose. He started taking pictures and Kurt just stood back and watched. He put me in several more poses in the chair and on the blanket before he said that it was time to try on another suit. 

I returned to the dressing room and began to put on the next suit. It was what we call a ball-hugger that is a tight elastic material just covering my package in the front and my butt cheeks in the rear. I was a little bit uncomfortable leaving the dressing room to pose in front of two men and have my picture taken, but I was desperate for money. I wanted to pass the "test photo" stage. 

I went back out to where Jamie was standing, and he directed me to lie down on the beach blanket. First I was on my back, and Jamie took the camera off of the tripod and stood over me taking photos. He told me to turn over, and he took photos of my backside. All of this attention and me being the only one in the room so scantily dressed was beginning to make my dick hard. What's up with that? 

I was glad that I was face down, so that neither Jamie nor Kurt could see me in my aroused state. Unfortunately, that was not going to last forever. Jamie said that it was time to change bathing suits again. When I went to get up, they both noticed the bulge in my very tight suit. 

As I was about to enter the dressing room Jamie yelled to me "I'm running a little short of time this evening, Andy. I only have time to shoot you in one more suit, so could you please put on the pink string bikini!" 

As I closed the dressing room door, I wondered to myself what I had gotten myself into. When I removed my suit and took the pink bikini off of the rack, I just couldn't believe that he expected me to be photographed in it. The tiny pink fabric in the front just barely covered my dick and balls. If I hadn't shaved my genitals and surrounding area, my pubic hairs would be sticking out everywhere. The two strings that went around the back were completely up the crack of my ass, leaving me all but naked. 

As I was debating whether to shit can the whole modeling idea, Kurt knocked on the door and asked me what was taking so long. 

"Come out, buddy, I've already seen you naked in the shower at the gym." Well, he was right and I am sure that Jamie had seen both men and women dressed as I was before. 

So I opened the door and headed out. Kurt seemed taken back a little when he saw me. When I glanced down at the front of his pants, it looked like he was getting aroused. Jamie was now over by another photo set where a 4-poster bed was in the center. What kind of beach photos was he shooting? 

When I headed over to the set, I noticed someone else had entered the studio and was holding one of the camera lights. 

"I didn't know that anyone else would be in the studio while we were shooting my test photos?" I said. 

Jamie responded "Oh, that is just my lighting assistant Glen. I called him to come over and assist me with this test shoot." 

As I got closer, I saw that Glen was as large or larger that Jamie was at 6' 4" or more without an ounce of body fat. I was really self-conscious now in my near naked state surrounded by three men. Jamie was pointing to a spot on the bed for me to sit. I did as I was told, still desperately wanting to get the modeling job. I really needed the money. 

As Jamie started taking pictures more lights were turned on surrounding me on the bed. I could barely see anything but the glaring light. As he continued to shoot, Jamie asked me to lie back on the bed extending my arms over my head. 

As soon as I did that, I felt someone strong grab both of my wrists. He pulled me to the top edge of the bed. My wrists were then strapped to the bedposts with my head hanging off of the end. Glen had put down the light that he was holding and grabbed both of my ankles. He spread my legs wide, and strapped both of my ankles to the bottom posts on the bed. 

I yelled "Hey what the fuck is going on here?" 

Jamie replied "You can yell all that you want sweetheart, because if you hadn't noticed we are in an abandoned warehouse. Now we are going to get down to the real photo shoot." 

Jamie then told me that he had been commissioned by a men's magazine not to shoot men's bathing suites, but a virgin getting fucked. And you guessed it, I was the virgin. 

I looked over to Kurt for some help, but he was taking off all of his clothes as was Glen and Jamie. 

Kurt then said "I've been wanting some of your sweet ass, since the first time that we showered together at the gym." 

I turned to look the other way, and through another door in the studio came a whole group of guys. Jamie told them to take off their clothes and get ready to fuck our guest virgin. 

As he said that Kurt got on the bed naked and straddled me. His dick was hard and must have been 10" long and thick with the veins on it just popping out. He grabbed the string bikini that I was wearing and with a yank ripped it off of me. Here I was butt naked bound spread eagle on a bed.I was now surrounded by about a dozen naked men, and my trainer on top of me naked with a raging hard-on. 

Kurt then grabbed hold of my nipples and began to roll them in his forefinger and thumb. My nipples have always been larger than most men and with my chest being shaved they now stuck out. He instructed a guy on each side of me to start sucking on my nubs. My dick now was hard and sticking straight up. Why was I excited, I thought, am I gay?

Kurt then got off of me and told another one of the naked men to start sucking on my dick. He did as he was told and took the head of my swollen dick into his warm mouth. All the while Jamie was taking photos, while another one of his "assistants" started taking videos of me. 

Kurt then moved to the head of the bed where my head was hanging off and put the head of his dick on my lips. I tried to hold my lips closed, but he just held my nose closed until I had to open my mouth for air. He took that opportunity to slip the hot enormous head of his dick into my mouth. 

I had never even seen another man's dick up close, let alone have one in my mouth. He warned me not to bite it or I would be punished severely. He then moved his hips closer, slowly shoving more of his warm member into my mouth. He continued entering my mouth until the head of his dick hit the back of my throat. I started to gag and he withdrew all of his dick but the head from my mouth. 

Kurt then told me that we could do this the easy or hard way. The hard way was going to be brute force, because as I have told you before Kurt is a trainer at the gym and very strong. He instructed me to put my tongue on the bottom of his dick as it entered my mouth. When it hit the back of my throat,to just swallow and try to breathe through my nose. 

He then began to ease his dick into my mouth again until it hit my throat. I swallowed as instructed, and he pushed his huge dick down my throat while holding my head back. I resisted the urge to gag, and he pulled back again. He pushed forward once more going deeper into my throat. The feeling of his huge dick head invading my throat was unbelievable. He kept pushing further and further down my throat until his balls were banging against my nose. I had taken his huge member all the way in. 

This was not only my first blowjob, but also my first deep-throating experience. In a strange way, I was kind of thrilled with the accomplishment. Of course, as you know, Kurt was my trainer. He then sawed in and out of my throat allowing me to breathe in between deep thrusts. 

At the same time, the guy sucking my dick was doing such a great time that I was about ready to explode. Just as I was about to shoot, I felt Kurt's dick swell in my throat. He pulled on my head forcing his dick as far down as it could possible go. He started to twitch, and his hot cum began squirting into my throat right into my stomach. I came at almost the same time with my cocksucker swallowing every bit of my cum. As I was about to pass out from lack of air, Kurt stopped cumming and withdrew his now spent dick from my thoroughly violated throat. 

Jamie yelled out "The curtain cums down on act I. Now get ready for act II." 

With that my ankles were released from the straps holding them to the bed. Then Glen, the large black "light assistant", got up on the bed between my legs. He grabbed my legs with his strong hands and put them on each one of his shoulders. This exposed my most inner region to him and everyone in the room. The guy doing the filming moved in closer for a better view. Someone handed him a jar of k-y jelly, and he began to smear it on my butt hole. 

I knew what was next and to be honest, I was a little scared. He then touched my virgin pucker with his finger and proceeded to push it in. That is the first time that I had anything up my ass. 

"Oh, this virgin is tight" he exclaimed. 

He worked his finger in and out of my butt until it didn't hurt as much. Then he inserted a second finger. He worked both fingers in and out stretching my anal ring getting it ready for my next visitor. When he was satisfied with is progress he covered his now erect monster with some k-y and withdrew his fingers from my hole.

Glen put the head of his enormous pecker between my butt cheeks at the entrance to my butt hole. With his hands firmly on my hips, Glen started to push forward, putting pressure on my hole to expand. 

"Relax honey, your buddy Glen just wants to show you a new way of getting fucked." 

As he applied more pressure, I could feel my hole expanding and giving in to its invader. Then it happened. The huge head of his dick popped into my asshole, and it closed around it holding it tight. 

Just when I was getting used to Glen dick head in my butt, another assistant pulled my mouth open and shoved his dick in. It wasn't nearly as large as Kurt's monster, but it still filled my mouth. Glen on my other end was rocking back and forth working his dick deeper and deeper into me. I had never felt so full and he was only half way in. 

The guy in my mouth was now pushing at the back of my throat, and with what I had learned from my "trainer Kurt", I let him slip down my throat with very little resistance. 

Concentrating on my breathing actually helped distract me from the pain of Glen's huge dick pushing deeper into my bowels. They began to get a good rhythm going between the two of them, as I felt Glen's hips pounding up against my butt cheeks. He finally had his entire huge dick up my ass and was pounding into me like a jackhammer. 




My New Career in Modeling



I felt like a pig on a spit with rods stuck in both ends getting ready to be barbequed. I was completely covered in sweat from the working over that I was taking from both ends. Glen started to speed up his pace, and I knew that he was going to climax soon. Sure enough his body stiffened. He pushed his dick as far into me as he could, and started to shoot hot streams of cum up my ass. He must have unloaded a pint of cum into me until he finally stopped. As he was pulling out of me, the invader in my throat deposited the second load of cum deep down into my belly. 

As they both pulled out, two others took their place. I was getting fucked by everyone that night, not only once but as many times as they could get it up. Even our professional photographer Jamie took his turn in my mouth, while his buddy Kurt finally got to sample that ass that he had been admiring in the gym showers. I lost count of how many loads of cum I had swallowed, and how many times that I had been fucked up my once virgin butt hole.

When they were all finished, the straps were released from my wrists. As I was helped back to the dressing room with cum dripping out of my butt hole, I was thinking to myself "Did I pass the "test photo" stage of my modeling career?" 

I was certain that I did and would be making many more trips back to the studio for more "photos". 



My New Castle



God, it happened! I qualified for the loan and the house was going to be mine. Now, I just had to work my way through all the paperwork and terminology. At dinner that night, my friends and I discussed my lovely new home and the pain of closing. Sherry, my best married friend, recommended her lawyer, David Wright, a whiz at paperwork. She assured me he would be most helpful in getting the papers in order and make sense of the point system and all the other esoteric nonsense.

The next day, I called her lawyer friend. I talked to his secretary, Amy, setting an appointment for Friday afternoon. I gave her all the important information and explained, in glowing terms, my beautiful new house and its attending paper crush.

The week was filled with work and looking at my new house. I had the key and visited at least twice a day, sitting on the carpet and visualizing my things in each room, the rest of my life spent here. I loved this house!

I left work early Friday and went to the law offices. They were situated on the 12th floor, taking up the entire space. I met the secretary who had listened so nicely to me and we chatted about my house and the joys of ownership. I was nearly an hour early, so she offered me some hot tea and sat with me while I waited for the appointed time. 

Finally, her intercom buzzed and she led me down the hall. I glimpsed several offices, each decorated in a different style. I could see men busily at work on the computer or the phone, each one seeming so important. We stopped at the end of the hall and Amy went into the office, introducing me to Mr. Wright. He stood to shake my hand, smiling and saying hello. As he stood, I was very aware of my height. I am five feet tall on a very tall day. I am also very petite, small hands and feet, with a compact figure. Mr. Wright was probably a foot taller than me. His hands were large with long, graceful fingers, enveloping my much smaller hand completely.

I sat across from him, holding my briefcase full of papers, exchanging polite chat for a few minutes. Then he asked to see the contract, slipping on his wire-framed glasses and looking very capable. He glanced through the pages, murmuring an occasional "yes" or "I see". As he perused the contract, I looked around his office. Very neat, very manly, very functional in style. His desk was not huge, but had an extension for his computer paraphenalia. His files were neatly hidden in nicely crafted oak furniture, and he had modernistic prints on the walls. Probably the focal point of the office was the view. He had two huge windows behind his desk and the view of the riverside park, with the sparkling river running through it, was beautiful. 

He was still reading, so I took some time to check him out. Mr. Wright was older than me by about 10 years. He had short brown hair, with a tiny bit of grey just kissing his temples. His eyes were a beautiful hazel, that green and brown combination that is so attractive. He had a few crinkles around his eyes, as if he smiled a lot. Just as I thought that, he did smile and it lit up his entire face. Goodness, Mr. Wright was very good looking!

From habit, I looked at his left hand and saw no wedding band there. That was a good sign, I thought. As I was warming to the thought of the seduction of the handsome Mr. Wright, he stopped reading and fixed his mesmerizing eyes on me. He began explaining all the secret codes used by banks, telling me I had actually gotten a good deal. We talked about the house and I described to him my treasure. He and I just seemed to have so much to talk about. He told me horror stories of closings and last minute problems that could come up, laughing at the creative ways to avoid this. We moved on to talking about our jobs, our offices, and our lives. As we talked, men walked up and down the hall, glancing in at us, saying a few words to Mr. Wright. 

He insisted I call him David and said my name, Rebecca, in his lovely voice. I found myself very attracted to him, and wished we could move this meeting to less austere ground. As I was thinking this, David suggested we move the meeting to a restaurant and continue our discussion over dinner. I happily agreed.

We drove in separate cars to a nearby club, known for its great steaks. Over dinner and a few glasses of wine, we continued getting to know one another, sharing silly little tidbits that are, at the same time, incredibly intimate.

Too soon, the dinner was over. There was dancing in one of the rooms and David asked if I cared to have a dance. He stood and took my hand and led me to the dance floor, keeping a polite distance between us as we danced to some wonderful show tunes. I found myself giggling and enjoying myself immensely. I also felt a definite wave of longing for him. His body was so much larger than mine, I felt fragile and special in his arms. We noted that the waiters were busily cleaning and putting chairs on the tables. David seemed disappointed too. The evening had been too short and I really wanted it to continue.

I invited David to come see my house. The electricity was not on, but I kept candles there and often went by late at night to just enjoy my new possession. He smilingly agreed to take me there, offering to drive since I seemed a little tipsy. He was quite gentlemanly, guiding me through the restaurant, holding the car door for me. I gave him directions and then rested my head and closed my eyes, enjoying the desire running through my body.

He drove into my new driveway, saying just the right things about my house, appreciating all the little features that had caught my eye. I took out my key, but couldn't navigate the lock, so he opened the door for me. I went ahead of him, lighting candles and opening blinds, allowing the street lights to shine in. I gave him the grand tour, describing each room as I saw it once I moved in. He made several insightful comments and suggestions, deepening the crush that was developing rapidly in my head and heart.

The master bedroom was the last on the tour. As we entered the room, I tripped, just a little. David reached out to steady me, pulling me closer to him at the same time. He held me against his chest, and I could feel his heart beating rapidly, like mine. I looked up at him, at his deep hazel eyes, his lush lips. I sensed his mouth moving closer and I closed my eyes and waited. At first, his kiss was soft, so soft. I opened my eyes to see if he had really kissed me. But the nearness of him confirmed it. He smiled and lowered his face to mine again. This time, his lips moved with certainty over mine, washing me with the softness of him. His tongue lightly traced my lips, moving into the corners, gently probing there, making me moan. I opened my mouth more, inviting him in, and his tongue boldly entered and started teasing me. As I would suck on him, he would suck back, playing a little game with me as he kissed my willing mouth. I was leaning against him, his body full and firm. I could feel his hands on my arms, holding me, then moving up to my face, his fingers splayed in my hair as he continued to kiss me, as they say, thoroughly.

We slowly sank to the carpet. Stretched full length beside each other, we kissed and talked and giggled. His hands continued moving over me, just touching lightly and moving on. My feet reached his knees and I could feel his erection pressing against me. His hands began to slowly unbutton and unzip my clothing. Usually, I am more aggressive, but tonight, I was his toy. I enjoyed feeling the clothes melting from me, enjoyed his reaction to my now nearly naked body. 

I wanted desperately to see his body. I worked on his tie forever, wondering why men even wear them. Finally, David took pity on me and removed it, smiling at my ineptness. I immediately began attacking his shirt buttons, opening them slowly, leaving warm kisses when the skin was exposed. One button, one kiss. Two buttons, lick a nipple. Three buttons, lick the other nipple. I moved my hungry mouth down his chest, enjoying the light sprinkling of hair there. At his waist, I easily opened his belt and unzipped his pants. I moved back up his chest, stopping to suck on his tiny nipples, feeling them harden in my mouth, listening to him sigh and moan softly. We began kissing again. He pulled me on top of his body, making me feel like a little ragdoll for his pleasure. I felt his cock, hard and throbbing, between my legs as I lay atop him, kissing him and rubbing my aching nipples against his chest. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me up his body, until my breasts dangled over his face. He began sucking my erect nipples, pulling first one and then the other into his hot mouth. The sensation was incredible. I pulled my thighs together, trapping his bobbing cock between them. I tensed and relaxed the thigh muscles, massaging his erection and making him thrust his hips up to me. When he finally released my nipples, he rolled over, looming over me with his lovely body. He began kissing my face, touching every area with his soft lips. His mouth moved down my jaw, down my throat, over my chest, right between my breasts. Ah, that area is so sensitive. He nibbled and nipped and licked and kissed, making me moan and hold his head in place, wanting him to love me there forever. But, he eventually moved, following the path to my center. 

He licked my tummy, playing with my belly button and blowing kisses on my soft skin. Finally his mouth reached lower. I was newly shaved and very smooth. I heard him inhale as he discovered the baby soft skin and the escaping fluids. My lips had already swollen and I could feel the moisture wetting my thighs. David burrowed his head between my legs, his tongue lightly tracing my clit, slipping deeper and deeper with each stroke. The tip stroked my clit, making it hard and very brave. Usually, my clit is very shy and requires much coaxing to come out and play. For David, she came out immediately, and throbbed for him. His tongue circled and flicked, and the wetness in my pink doubled. He seemed inside me, his face was so deeply immersed in my hungry pussy. My legs spread further and I just enjoyed all the attention. My fingers found my nipples and started plucking them, pinching them lightly and making them hard. David seemed to be enjoying himself and I saw no sign of him stopping, which was fine with me. I could have had his face there forever. Just as I was thinking this could go on forever, I felt my orgasm starting. The heat began in my feet, moving up my legs, causing me to lock them straight, catching David's face deep in my pussy. I was perfectly still, waiting for the wave to catch me. As the orgasm hit, my body began jerking and throbbing, the moans from my throat becoming growls of pleasure. His mouth continued its busy work, refusing to stop even as I cried out to him.

Suddenly, David turned onto his back, taking me with him. He handled me as if I were a toy, his toy. He lifted me onto his wet, hard cock and lowered my still pulsing pussy over him. I felt the bulbous head of his cock pop into my tight little pussy, pushing its way into my depths. My orgasm was just waning, and I could feel my inner muscles pulling him into me even deeper. He had a huge cock, hard and hot, and I felt my pinkness stretching to accomodate him. I loved the feeling of being full to bursting with cock. His hands spanned my waist as he helped me set my rhythm, moving up and down on his cock, back and forth, riding him with all my energy and desire. By leaning forward to kiss his mouth, I brought my clit in contact with his rigid dick and it set off a string of mini-orgasms, flowing through me in waves. My nipples hardened even more as I moved against him, making my orgasms even stronger. 

All I could think about was making David come. I wanted to feel him explode inside me and I told him so. I begged him to come, to fill me. I reached behind me and massaged his tight balls in my little hand. My fingers probed him gently, moving over him and feeling then tighten even more. I moved my finger down further, searching for his tight bud, pressing my finger tip against it. His positive response was all I was waiting for. As I continued riding him, I slipped one finger into his tightly guarded ass, moving my finger in time with my fucking. I knew he was close and I continued my double fucking, all the while asking him, demanding of him that he come now! His hands on my waist clenched tightly, his face contorted and he made an incredibly sexy moan as I felt him shoot his come into me. I rode him until the trobbing slowed, then just leaned forward and lowered my head to his chest. I brought my legs up, along his, feeling like his very pampered and exhausted doll. His arms came up around me and held me close and we both drifted off for a much deserved nap.

To Be Continued...



My New Castle Ch. 2



After that night, David and I were together all the time. He helped me close on my house and gathered friends to help with the move. He was very sweet about all the indecision I had when finally faced with my own house. One thing I knew I wanted was to make love in every room, and we did. We couldn't stop touching and loving each other, and it was fine with me. He was charming, intelligent and funny. We had so much fun, whatever we did. 

The house shaped up nicely, and quickly became HOME to us. Sometimes, I would stop and consider my life and wonder how anyone could be as lucky as me. I had a wonderful job, good friends, my new house and now, the perfect man. We seemed perfectly matched in so many ways, including our sex life. One day, I was thinking about David and had to giggle...I had found Mr. Wright! He made me so happy.

We slept every night together, wrapped around each other, skin touching skin. We made love daily, sometimes even meeting at lunch time for a quickie, because the day seemed too long. I was deliriously happy and content. 

One night, we curled up together and watched a movie, laughing and kissing, enjoying the sensation of being together and knowing we had found the one person that destiny had planned for us. I knew we were really meant to be here, to be a couple, and that knowledge made me hurt with love for David. I found myself blurting it out, being the first to say it! It was followed by the longest 30 seconds of my life, then he thanked me and kissed my nose. We did not make love that night. We held each other and kissed and touched and admired, but never went beyond that. 

We fell asleep holding each other, my head in the perfect little niche in his shoulder, made just for me. I know I went to sleep with an idiotic smile on my face, I was so incredibly happy. My dreams were all about David. I dreamed we danced, so gracefully and beautifully. We were dressed in fancy clothes, my evening dress long and soft and sparkly. He was wearing a tux, with tails. Everyone stopped to watch us, twirling and gliding around the dance floor. I was small in his arms, my dress whirling out from me and then wrapping around our legs. He was so tall and elegant looking, leading me gently and expertly around the floor. 

Then, I saw us walking in the park outside his office building, holding hands and playing like kids. We climbed on the slide and came down together, his legs around me. I sat on the swing and he pushed me up to the heavens, catching me when I became earthbound. We even rode the merry-go-round, with David running alongside and making it go so fast and then jumping onboard.

Suddenly, as dreams do, the scene shifted. I was naked and i couldn't see David anywhere. It was so dark, yet I wasn't afraid. I felt very safe. And sexy. In my dream, I was being massaged by a dozen hands, touched by a dozen tongues. My nipples were hard knots, aching and throbbing. A mouth covered one, slowly licking it and then pulling gently on it, just rough enough to make me moan and arch my back. This mouth moved back and forth, from one peak to the other, pulling my sweet, brown nipples between the warmest lips I had ever felt. 

The dream melted into reality, and I began to waken. Lying beside me was my sweet David, his face near me, his mouth hungrily sucking on my right breast. His hands were moving slowly over my body, touching me lightly and lovingly. I decided to pretend to sleep, to enjoy this surprise adventure. I turned to my side and David fitted himself against me, his face level with my breasts, his mouth happily suckling me. I could hear his moans of satisfaction as he sucked deeply on my hard, bumply nipple. Occasionally, he would rub his scratchy beard on the sensitive skin, an incredibly sensuous feeling. His hand rested lightly on my hip, which had begun moving, thrusting, seeking on its own volition. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of his wet, needy mouth attached to my breast. Being in total darkness made the entire experience even more erotic. With his hand on my hip, the only other point of contact was his mouth. I felt charged with electricity, the strands of desire running through my body. I could feel myself swelling open, I could feel the moisture gathering and spilling from my pinkness. I longed for him to touch me there, yet almost hoped he wouldn't. 

The sensation of David nursing on my engorged nipples was incredible. I heard the sounds of a ravaging mouth, the wetness and suction, the sighs from him as he pulled my dark brown nipple deep into his mouth. His tongue circled and laved, sliding over my puffy areola, making me ache with desire. I heard my nipple pop from his mouth, then felt him attach to the other nipple, sucking it with such need. I tried to stay still, to just appreciate his touch, but I found myself arching my back to him, pressing myself against his face. I could feel the heat gathering in my deepest self, felt the sensations focusing there. My legs were alive with the gathering desires. I had the fleeting thought that this was how an orgasm started, but could not believe it was happening like this. 

My toes tingled, my legs were locking, the heat was gathering. I felt my pussy tighten, the pre-orgasm pulsing begin. His mouth was working hungrily, sucking me and even nipping occasionally. I heard myself begin to moan, to sigh. His mouth was so warm and wet, so inviting. He sucked with abandon now, no longer fearing awakening me. The constant suction was making my body throb. Fleetingly, I thought he should touch me NOW, touch me THERE, but he didn't. He just continued his hungry nursing, his face buried in my soft breasts.

I knew what was happening, but could not believe it. I had never had an orgasm that did not involve my clit, my pussy. Yet, here I was, racing toward a fantastic one. I was holding my breath, waiting for the wave to overtake me, to overwhelm me. He stopped long enough to tell me to let go, take it and enjoy it. Then his mouth returned to my throbbing, hard nipple, once again pulling it deeply into his warmth. I felt it then, the wave that washed over me, making me throb and tearing a growl from my throat. 

He continued sucking, holding on to my breast through the entire deep spasm. I clutched his head to me and let myself go, feeling the pulsations fill my body and control me. As the orgasm lessened, I was able to loosen my hold on David, and relax against the pillow once again. He brought his face to mine for a deep kiss and whispered, "I love you, Rebecca."

To Be Continued...



My New Castle Ch. 5



Christmas morning, David got up early and hurried downstairs. He lit the fire, prepared cocoa and cinnamon rolls and made sure that all the gifts from Santa were displayed. Then he went to wake his Rebecca. As he neared their bed, he paused, watching her sleep, amazed again at her sweetness and warmth. He almost couldn't remember the days, months and years he had spent all alone, with no one to love and no one who returned the love. He was so incredibly happy with Rebecca. She was a constant surprise and delight. He had laughed more, loved more and felt more in his months with her than he had his entire adult life. 

Now, he climbed into bed behind her, moved her heavy brown hair and started kissing her warm neck, whispering words of love and good cheer. He DID mention a few times that Santa had come and there were all sorts of gifts there for good girls. Finally, she opened her eyes and smiled, turning in his arms and kissing him good morning. He jumped up and held out her warm, red fleece robe, wrapping it around her and kissing her neck one final time. Then he headed downstairs, into the warm family room, scented with pine, cocoa and cinnamon. Becca followed behind, smiling at his retreating back and saying a prayer to the Relationship God, thanking him for David.

Christmas music filled the air, the tree was aglow with bright lights and the presents seemed to have doubled since bedtime. They sat together, happily sharing their first Christmas, opening presents and oohing and aahing over the thoughtfulness and cleverness. 

Becca liked, no, loved, all her gifts from David. They were carefully chosen with her in mind, that was obvious. He had selected items that seemed made for her, hand picked with love and care. David liked all of his stuff too. He had tried on the gloves, admired the shirts and even rubbed on a little of the "Obsession for Men". All that remained under the tree was the portfolio that Rebecca had made for David. 

They sat on the floor, their backs against the couch, close to each other and near the lovely warm fire. Rebecca reached under the tree one more time and brought out the package. She handed it to David with a kiss and snuggled at his side, waiting for him to open it and look inside. She hadn't looked at it at all, Kat had given it to her wrapped and ribboned and asked her to wait to be surprised with David. Now, he carefully removed the paper, and held the burgundy leather portfolio in his lap, reading the cover aloud, "REBECCA, 2001".

Rebecca had a moment of panic, she had never told David about Kat and their relationship. She started to explain, but David didn't want to listen right now, he wanted to see his Rebecca.

When he opened the book, it covered nearly both their laps. Kat had matted each picture and added small headings. The first pictures were just normal daily activities. Pictures of Rebecca at the computer, drinking coffee, reading a book. She was wearing the red satin blouse and short black skirt in each, but the moods seemed totally different with each shot. David felt he could never tire of seeing his beautiful lover, and each picture delighted him more. Now he saw the poses with the buttons slightly open and yearned to see the lovely breasts he knew were still covered. Although he had seen Becca naked countless times, he now wished that he could unbutton the few remaining ones and peek at her. 

There was even a picture of Rebecca bent over a desk, her skirt thrown up, offering her hot ass to him. He remembered that pose and responded again to it. His cock was hard and ready, the precome sliding down the stiff shaft. Slowly, he turned the pages. This picture was Becca, her nipples hard and damp, as if just sucked. The look on her face was magical, as if she was being transported to somewhere exquisite. David stared at her face, her half-closed eyes, remembering well seeing her that way. On the next page was Becca, standing in a room, clad only in a red garter belt and dark hose, seemingly amazed to have found her bra on the floor and her full breasts naked. David could see her curlies, nearly smell her vanilla womanly scent as she stood there, slightly dazed.

These pictures were wonderful. David was seeing his woman just as he loved to, in a nearly sexual haze, slightly confused and lost.

Now the pictures became even more sensual. Becca with her tiny fingers sliding through her curlies, separating them, combing them, letting them wrap around her fingertips and then releasing them. With each picture, there was a tiny change, almost slow motion. The curls became shiny and obedient, now he could see her swollen slit and noted her fingers were buried deep within that slit. Her beautiful dark brown nipples changed from picture to picture, sometimes soft and almost flat, at times hard, bumply and newly sucked. David was mesmerized by the portraits. They caught his love at her most sensual, her most erotic. He continued turning the pages and watched as his Becca slid several fingers deep into her pinkness, licked those fingers cleaned and returned to thrusting them in and out of that most delicious pussy. 

Then, a series of shots were of Rebecca coming. Her face was tight with passion, her eyes glazed with excitement. He could almost hear her crying his name. He could see the flush on her chest, he could feel her pussy tightening on his cock. God, these pictures were marvelous!

The final portrait in the portfolio was Rebecca, drained. Her hand rested on her curly mound, her eyes were closed and her smile was the most tantalizing that David had ever seen. Her nipples were still semi-engorged, capping her full breasts. She was a woman at rest, fulfilled and happy.

David stared at the last picture for quite awhile. He loved it. He loved her. When he turned to Becca, he saw fright on her face. He wrapped his arms around her and invited her to share the story of the pictures. They were obviously taken by someone who loved her very much and he wanted to hear about it.

They snuggled on the couch, fitting together in the special way they had, her head on his shoulder, her feet dangling by his knees. She took a deep breath and told him her story.

"I was very innocent in high school. I didn't date. I didn't want to. I was happy being in school clubs and belonging to groups of kids who were like me. We ran around in a big crowd, one big 'clump' of kids. When I went away to college, the guys began noticing me. I dated a few, but it always ended badly. They seemed to expect an experienced girl, an easy girl and I just wasn't that way. I began spending more time with my roommate, Kat. We had so much fun. She was easy to be with, bright, clever and very nice to me. She encouraged me to try dating one more time and I went out with William. I thought he was sweet, but he was like all the rest, except this time he would not stop when I said no. He forced me to kiss him, even put my hand on his crotch and rubbed against it.

"When I got home, Kat was there already. She saw how upset I was, how much I needed to talk. She held me and listened as I told her what had happened. She was so nice, she held me and gentled me, assuring me that what had happened was not my fault."

David continued holding his Becca, hating William for hurting and scaring her. He also was thankful she had a good friend like Kat to make her feel safe again. He could see the scene, see William forcing himself on his innocent baby, and he felt such anger and disgust.

Becca looked up at him, kissed his chin and continued her story. "Kat made me feel so good and safe, it seemed natural to just let her hold me and comfort me. When she began kissing my cheek, I kissed her back, just her cheek. She was so soft and gentle, so kind to me. She never made me feel childish or inexperienced. We sat together and talked, holding each other and sharing things I thought I could never say to anyone. She understood. When she kissed my mouth, it seemed so right. We spent hours kissing after that night. Her lips were soft and loving, she made me feel things I had never felt before. She never rushed me, allowing me to go at my own desire. Little by little, we did more together. It was a natural progression. I wanted her to kiss me, touch me, remove my clothing and discover me. Kat was fantastic. I never felt fear or disgust, only desire and love."

David listened to his Becca and felt lust. The image of his lady, his lover, sharing herself with another woman was so incredibly erotic. He felt himself getting aroused again, felt himself wanting her even more. He was excited at the thought that she had had a female lover and was sharing it with him. His hands slid into her robe, touching her soft, full breasts, rubbing against her hardening nipples.

Rebecca continued her story, oblivious to the effect it was having on David. "It didn't take us long to become lovers. She spent so much time teaching me about my body, showing me what would excite me and make me come. She could make me come repeatedly, seeming to get all her pleasure from mine. Kat never asked me to touch her or do anything I didn't want to. She taught me about my clit, and my little moat, taught me about toys and the joy of multiple orgasms. I wanted to learn about her too. I would touch her at night when she slept, learning about her body and what made her sigh and moan. One night, she woke and looked at me, asking if I was sure. I was. We made love that night, two women who knew what they wanted. It was fantastic, coming and making Kat come. We were wrapped together, loving each other and proud to share that love." 

David was so excited hearing this. He was imagining a woman between Rebecca's legs, licking her delicious pussy and making her come. He imagined Rebecca learning about Kat, and diligently using her knowledge to pleasure her friend. His hand slid between Becca's legs, finding her curly mound and rubbing it with his large, warm hand. His finger slid into the slit, and found she was so wet and ready for him. He moved off the sofa, kneeling beside her while she continued to tell him of her adventures. His face was buried between her legs, his mouth greedily licking and sucking on her soft pinkness. He found her clit, toyed with it as she said Kat had, sucking it into his mouth and massaging it with his tongue. He french-kissed her cunt, his tongue buried deeply inside her. He felt his cock throbbing, aching. He had never found Rebecca so delicious or needy. Her hips thrust against his face, her hands were buried in his hair. He could feel her tense and then felt her orgasm starting, pulling his tongue even deeper as she spasmed around it. Still he couldn't stop, sucking and lapping at her pinkness as she called out his name, begging him to let her catch her breath. He loved being deep in her pink warmth, loved feeling her fluids gushing on his face. She was coming continuously now, crying out in joy and love.

She sat up and turned to face David. Her legs were spread around his trunk. She held his face in her hands and kissed his mouth, washing his lips with her tongue, tasting herself on him. She pulled frantically at his robe, pushing it away from his body and wrapping her legs around him. While kissing him, she lowered herself down his body, guiding his erect cock into her needy depths. As he pushed into her deepest pink, she held him and whispered her love for him, her joy in him. He began thrusting up into her, making her moan into his mouth, begging him to fuck her. She needed him. She needed to feel him coming inside her, filling her with his warmth. His hands were on her ass, kneading the tight skin and holding her close. They rocked, his cock thrusting deeply inside her, his balls slapping against her. She could feel herself coming again, feel her muscles grasping his turgid cock and squeezing it inside her depths. She begged him to come now, come for her. She felt him tensing, felt his hands grasping her flesh, closing any distance between them. He came. 

They collapse together under the tree, amid the wrapping papers and ribbons. They held each other tightly, kissing and beaming at each other. As they started to sleep, David said they would have to invite Kat to their home and see what developed.

To Be Continued...



My New Castle Ch. 6



Rebecca was late getting home. The snow and the traffic had conspired to make her drive slowly, when all she wanted was to be home with David. All day she thought about him, all day she wanted him. And now she was moving at snail's pace getting back to the house, their home. She listened to a sappy talk radio show where people poured out their loving stories, telling about meeting their true love and how wonderful life was now. It made her relive her love story with David, marveling anew at her luck in finding him and her joy in loving him. 

She parked in the garage and entered the kitchen, feeling the warmth of the house envelope her. She called out to David as she walked through the rooms. She could hear him responding from upstairs. He was in their bedroom, that fact making Rebecca hurry up the steps. He was stretched out on the sofa, reading, a fire burning brightly near him. He looked so relaxed and delicious, in his red robe and slippers. She could smell the vanilla candles lit about the room. The cd playing was soft and loving. Her sweet David was smiling at her, his arms outstretched, beckoning her. She moved closer to him, and snuggled against him, her head on his shoulder, her arms around him, as she told him of her day and all the difficulties it presented.

He listened intently then began to kiss her, moving his lips over her cheeks and neck, finally finding her mouth. He kissed her softly and deeply and lightly and playfully. She gave up all pretense of talking and allowed herself to sink into David, to just be with him, enjoying his attention. He tasted so good, felt so good against her. They fit perfectly together, a perfect match. She could feel his excitement building and remembered the fantasy that had come to her during the morning meeting.

She slipped out of his arms and stood, holding her hand out to him. They walked together to their big brass bed, holding hands and smiling. Rebecca propped his pillows carefully, then told him to lie back and relax. She sat beside him and resumed kissing him, enjoying his soft lips and sweet tongue. She pushed his robe off his shoulders, kissing the smooth warm skin there. She stopped for a minute to hang up her jacket and to get something from the closet and then returned to his side, running her hands up and down his bare chest. 

Rebecca picked up his right hand and kissed the palm. Then she ran her tongue around it, tracing his fingers, dwelling in the valley between each finger, sliding her tongue slowly in and out. She loved the taste of him, the feel of him. As she finished outlining his hand, she slowly sucked his thumb into her mouth. Looking into his beautiful hazel eyes, she pulled it in deeply and bathed it with her tongue. One by one, she sucked his fingers and made love to them. She could hear his soft moans. Then she kissed her way across his palm, nibbling and licking the tender skin there. As she held his hand, she wrapped a soft silk scarf around his wrist. She leaned into him to kiss his mouth again, moving his hand to the brass headboard and gently tying it in place. David was amused. She propped pillows beneath his arm, making sure he was comfortable. Then she straddled his legs and began kissing him again. His hips moved beneath her, his cock seeking her. But she wasn't done yet. Sitting on his left side, she picked up his other hand and repeated her sensual routine. As she tied his left wrist to the headboard, David laughingly told her that he was now her prisoner, totally at her mercy. She smiled. This was exactly what she wanted.

Again, she straddled him and kissed his mouth with all the desire that had built that day. She wanted him, and she knew exactly what she would do. 

She stood beside the bed, still fully clothed, looking at her naked and aroused lover. The music was now a throbbing beat, which she could feel in her center. She danced for David, moving in time with the erotic music. She began to unbutton her very professional blouse, slowly moving her fingers down as each button was undone. Beneath the starched white blouse, David caught a glimpse of her frilly, lacy white bra, contrasting beautifully with her tanned skin. She turned from him, looking over her shoulder as the blouse slid to the floor. Her hips were swaying with the music and she danced before him. Smiling mysteriously, she released the button from her skirt, playfully lowering it in time with the musical beat. Now, his starched and very correct lover stood before him, in a lacy bra and garter belt, her creamy thigh-high hosiery against her smooth tanned legs. Her beautiful ass was directly in front of him and he wanted to touch, only to be held in place by the silken ties. She reached into her hair and removed the one clip that held it in place and all her dark curls cascaded down her back, releasing her vanilla scent into the room. She turned and he could see her dark curlies, framed by the garter belt, looking soft and tempting. She leaned over him and again kissed his mouth, her hair softly covering his shoulders and chest. He could feel his erection throbbing, reaching for her.

Rebecca moved down his body, kissing his chest and tummy, then allowed her soft long hair to cover his throbbing cock. He groaned, thrusting his hips up, hoping she would kiss him there, give him some relief from the ache he felt. But Rebecca had other plans. She stood and continued her dance, her hips swaying as she reached for the tiny hook holding her bra together, opening it, but not removing it.

Her bra separated enough to show him the sloping sides of her full breasts. Rebecca ran her fingers up and down that tender skin, her scarlet nails disappearing into the bra occasionally. She threw her head back and gave herself to the music, swaying and turning with abandon. She would kiss David, or his chest, or his bound hands, but always returned to the music, to the dance. When the next song started, a brooding sax piece, she stopped and looked at David, licking her lips. She lifted her left leg to the bed, right beside his captive body, and unhooked her stocking. She slowly rolled it down her short, shapely leg, her scarlet nails shining in the pale light. With her leg beside him, David could inhale her womanly scent and it made him moan. Rebecca ran her stocking up and down his body, wrapping it around his engorged cock and gently pulling it. She lowered her leg and raised the right one and again, slowly unhooked the stocking and removed it. Her toenails were the same shade of scarlet, her feet small and slim. David sat quietly, wishing the restraints weren't tied quite so well and that this game would soon be over. He needed his woman now!

Suddenly the sound of Faith Hill filled the air. Her song, "Breathe" was the sexiest song they had ever heard, both of them had agreed on that. Now she sang it to them as Rebecca continued her torture. She opened her bra, her dark brown nipples hardening in the release. She played them, rubbing and pinching and scratching, starting to moan as the incredible feeling began affecting her pussy. Her nipples were hard and bumply, aching and throbbing beneath her delicate fingers. She leaned over David and allowed him to lick each one, just once, before moving away. Now he was twisting his wrists against the headboard. He needed to be free and he needed his hands to make love to his lady. Becca checked the ties, assuring herself they were secure, then continued her dance. Now she had only a lacy garter belt covering her nakedness.

As she twirled, David was feasting his eyes on her tight ass and then her dark curlies. He could smell her desire and imagined her pussy lips swollen open for him. As the song ended, Becca straddled David's thighs, carefully out of reach of his throbbing cock, and held her breast in her cupped hand. With her other hand, she reached behind his head and guided his face to her engorged nipple. David's eyes closed as his mouth attached to her nipple, drawing it deeply into his hungry mouth. He made small sighing sounds as he nursed on her breast, his mouth happily sucking her entire dark areola into it. She arched her back to allow him better access, her own eyes closed and her pussy pounding with excitement. She placed a finger into his mouth to break the suction and offered him the other nipple, watching as he latched on happily, sucking hungrily on her swollen tit. It felt so incredibly good, Becca almost gave up the rest of the plan. All she wanted now was to impale herself on his hard, throbbing dick. It took all her resolve to break the suction of his mouth once again. She stood on shaky legs and began to dance again, while looking at her lover, his naked body so beautiful in the firelight. 

She asked him to bring his knees up, which he readily did. She stood on the bed, first close to his face, her curlies nearly brushing his lips, then moving back until her feet were at his hips. She slowly sat down on his knees, facing him. He continued to work his wrists against the restraints, trying to free his hands so he could touch this exciting woman sitting before him. She placed her feet far from his hips, opening her legs to him. He was looking directly at her pussy, her lovely shiny curlies gleaming. Becca smiled at him and moved her hand to her mound. She slid her finger into the curlies, separating them and exposing her swollen pinkness to him. Her fingers moved up and down the slit, sliding deeper and deeper. Her wetness was audible. She continued the slow opening of her pinkness, her fingers now wet and shiny. One time, she brought those fingers up to her lips and sucked them into her mouth, closing her eyes and sighing as she cleaned them. David felt his mouth open, longing to suck those fingers himself. As she continued exploring her pinkness, Becca looked into his beautiful eyes, became lost in them. 

When he asked to taste her, Becca couldn't refuse. She took her wet fingers and leaned forward, allowing him to lick them and then suck them deeply into his mouth. He set up a suction that made her cunt ache. His tongue circled each finger, cleansing it of her juices, before moving to the next. It was so sensual. Summoning all her strength, Becca pulled her fingers back and returned them to her needy pussy. She lightly stroked her clit, circling it and flicking it. The tiny moat appeared and she slid her fingers through it, gathering the extra lubrication on her finger tips. As one hand held her lips apart, the other fingers were sliding into her pinkness, encouraging her orgasm. She was so close. David recognized the signs, He saw the pink flush cross her chest, saw her nipples hardening even more, heard her moans and her strangled "please?". Her fingers were busily moving in and out, the sounds of her wet pussy were almost drowning out the music. He waited, knowing his time was coming. 

With her first cries, David let his legs straighten, watching Becca fall forward, impaling herself on his cock, her fingers guiding him into her sweet hot pinkness. She wrapped her pussy around him, her orgasm at its peak, throbbing all around him and inviting him to join her. He erupted then, filling her pussy with his hot come, pulsing against the tightness of her beautiful cunt. She was his sheath, she held him deeply within her as she leaned forward to kiss his mouth. She reached for his restraints and released him with a simple pull. Then she settled against his body, fitted into him perfectly, and fell asleep.

To Be Continued...



My New Castle Ch. 7



After receiving the portfolio, David thought frequently about his Rebecca with Kat. He envisioned her innocence and the way Kat had initiated her, making her love and want sex. Looking through the album, he envisioned a flower opening, the petals all beautiful and soft. He watched his sweet baby learning and sharing her innermost feelings with him and he loved her even more. He had not met Kat yet, but he knew he would like her very much.

David asked Becca to invite her friend for dinner. When Becca called, Kat was pleased and excited by the invitation. She had a new boyfriend she wanted Becca to meet and thought this might be the start of a nice foursome. 

Dinner was planned for Friday night. Becca thought they should cook on the grill and serve a fresh green salad and some great white wine. She had all the groceries bought and the house ready for company by the time David got home from work. The tree was still up and twinkling in the family room. They had agreed to take it down that weekend, so they were going to enjoy it on the last night of the holiday. 

David and Rebecca took a shower together, something they had both grown to enjoy. They washed each other lovingly and slowly with a soft sponge and Raspberry-Orange scented soap. They kissed and touched, teasing each other, just letting the feelings build until tonight in their bed. They dried each other in the jumbo, fluffy towels and began dressing. David watched happily as Becca sprayed on her vanilla scent and then dressed in a delicate pink satin bra and panty. It made her skin look even more alive, more glowing. She chose a lovely dress of rose that fit her body well, showing off her lush figure and her beautiful bare legs. It was hard to dress with David around, he seemed to undo eveything she did. She playfully slapped at his roaming fingers, but loved every second of his "help". She giggled at him, kissing him and promising him she would be his hot lover later that night. David dressed in softly faded jeans and an Irish knit sweater. He was so handsome. She found herself melting as she looked at him, admiringly.

They went downstairs and lit some candles, lowering the lights and getting the fire going. It was such a beautiful house, and David living there made it perfect. They sat together on the sofa, just holding each other and watching the fire until the doorbell rang.

They opened the door together. It was Kat and her new beau, James. Kat and Becca hugged. David looked at the two women together and was struck by their differences. Rebecca looked small and compact, dark and exotic. Kat was tall and slender, a typical California girl. Her pale blondness was a sharp contrast to Rebecca. Seeing them together immediately brought their past to his mind. He could imagine Kat's pale hand on Becca's breast or Becca's face against Kat's white thighs. David had an erection before introductions were made. The couple came into the living room and had a glass of wine. James was a pleasant man, cheerful and chatty. He and David had many shared interests and immediately hit it off. He helped David grill the steaks, while the women dressed the salad and set the table. As they worked, Kat told Becca all about her new boyfriend, how they met and how wonderful he was. She was absolutely glowing as she spoke of him. She was incredibly happy. 

As they ate, all four chatted happily and easily. There were no lulls or embarassing silences. They talked about their childhoods and had many stories in common. The wine was flowing and the food was delicious. After dinner, they sat on the floor by the fire, talking and laughing over college memories. They were deciding whether to go out to dance or stay in and play cards when James' beeper went off. He apologized, saying he was on call and went to phone in to his company. 

He came back, frowning. He had to leave, but he hated to break up the party. James offered to take Kat home on his way, but Becca wanted her to stay longer. She promised him they would take good care of Kat, and, if he was very late, she could just spend the night there.

Kat walked him to the door, kissing him deeply and lovingly. She told him not to worry, she was very happy here with her old friend and wanted to get to know David better. She hugged him and told him to come back if he could. 

Kat locked the door behind James and returned to the family room. She found the lovers curled up together in front of the fire. She went to the entertainment center and selected some cds that she knew Becca liked and stacked them on the player. She got her wine glass and the bottle and returned to the warmth of the fireplace. She poured more wine for her friends and then relaxed against the sofa.

The mood grew mellow. Rebecca and Kat told tales of college disasters, the men they had dated and the nicknames they had been given. They pulled pillows off the sofas and were all lying on the floor, the fire making the women look golden and so beautiful. They took turns going for more wine. Becca brought out the makings for S'mores and they tried to make the gooey treats. As she ate hers, some chocolate remained on Becca's lower lip and Kat leaned forward and licked it off. The women didn't even notice, but David saw and was excited. He asked Rebecca to dance with him. The music was soft and dreamy. They fit together and swayed slowly, enjoying the full body contact. When the next song started, David invited Kat to join him. 

He had been with Rebecca so long that holding another woman seemed strange. Her scent was a powerful one that reached his center. She had worn a long, romantic dress and, in her bare feet, was nearly as tall as David. As they danced, David thought of the differences. Rebecca was warmth and sweetness. She was tiny compared to him and he felt protective of her. Kat seemed like coolness and a bright day. She was angular and tall, bold and vibrating.

After the dance, the three settled on the carpet to play games. Truth and Dare was the choice of both women. The questions were sexy, scintillating, seductive. The answers were wonderful. David found himself aroused watching his lover and her friend, thinking of the things Rebecca had told him, remembering her face in the pictures she had given him. Her face was reflecting things that Kat had done with her. Being totally honest with himself, David wanted to see her do them again. They continued drinking wine and playing games. David kept the fire going and the wine available. He flirted with both women and they flirted back. He was wondering how to progress the situation when Rebecca did it for him. She yawned, saying she was sleepy. She invited Kat to spend the night and Kat happily agreed. The women decided to move the party upstairs. Each took a bottle of wine and some glasses and moved unsteadily up the stairs. David had already built a fire in the master bedroom and it was cozy in there. Once upstairs, the girls decided that they hadn't danced together yet and proceeded to move their bodies together in a sensual dance. They smiled at each other and slowly removed each other's clothing, until they were dancing in their lovely, delicate underthings. Rebecca was in pink satin, the garments David had tried so hard to remove earlier. Kat had a lacy dark green bra with matching panties, stark against her pale skin. The women seemed to have forgotten David as they undressed each other, removing dresses and jewelry and hair pins. Then they just spun around the room, the firelight reflecting from their bodies, looking like fairies in a midwinter's night dream. 

They touched each other, slowly at first, just fingertips tracing skin. But as the dancing became more seductive, the touching became more intimate. They stood together in an embrace and it was natural they kiss, Kat leaning down to capture Becca's mouth with hers. Now the bras were removed, the nipples rigid and taut from the excitement. Rebecca's were dark brown and large, Kat's much smaller and a pale pink. They stood near each other, touching the nipples with wonderment on their face. Becca moved forward and suckled a pink nipple deep into her mouth, her eyes closing with delight. She loved the feeling of a nipple hardening in her mouth, she loved the bumpliness and texture of it. She stood there happily, nursing on first one then the other, while Kat moaned and held Becca's face to her chest. David sat on the sofa, watching as these two beautiful women made love to each other. The delicate hands tracing curves, the soft pink mouths exploring, long hair sweeping along smooth skin.

He stood and led the ladies to the bed. They sat together, holding each other and kissing deeply. He could see the tongue play as they kissed, hear the moans from deep within them. Together they realized he was still dressed. They invited him to stand before them and removed his clothes, particularly delighted by his aroused cock. They were sitting side by side, he stood before them. They reached out and cupped his balls in their hands, massaging the wrinkled skin as they held him tenderly. Both hungry mouths opened and began to suck and lick his stiff cock. They moved as if choreographed, up and down and all around his lovely erection. One would suck from the top while the other moved around the base. He had never felt so good, so excited. They crawled to the top of the massive bed, taking a pillow on each side, leaving him the center of the bed. By the firelight, he could see the smiles on their faces. He could hear the sharp intake of breath as he slipped his fingers into Becca's panties, finding her wet, swollen slit. Then he turned to Kat and did the same. Odd how different aroused pussies felt. Becca was full and soft, her curlies a tangle of softness, her wetness warm and seductive. Kat felt cool. Her pussy was sharp, bony. She was shaved smooth, her slit almost a fine line. She was wet, but it was a reserved wet, not one he could sink into. He pulled his fingers out and sucked them. Kat even tasted cool, almost tart, deliciously tangy. 

David felt hands pushing him back, fingers encouraging him to remain on his back. He had never been in a threesome, was not sure what to expect. There were fingers and mouths everywhere. His hands touched breasts and pussies all around him. His mouth was constantly busy with deep kisses, his cock was being loved in so many ways. Hands, tongues, soft long hair all wrapped around his engorged dick. His nipples were sucked deeply, causing him to moan. Mouths touched him in places he had never thought sensual, yet, he was more aroused than he could ever remember. Fingers slid up and down his thighs, behind his knees, along his ass. He was in an absolute haze of sensuousness. His face was covered by Kat's clean, dry pussy and he licked it with lust, reveling in the strangeness of it. He felt her tensing to come, and was amazed at the smallness of the tremors that shook her. Then Rebecca sat on his face and he buried his mouth in her curlies, his tongue pressed deeply into her heat. When she came, her entire body moved, her cries filled the room. His face was soaked with her juices, which Kat quickly cleaned with her tongue.

He felt them between his legs again. They licked his cock in unison, moving up and down the shaft with just the right speed and pressure. He felt them kissing him there, sucking the heat into their mouths, even kissing with his cock between them. They massaged his balls as they sucked him and he could feel them tightening and pulling into his body. He warned them that his explosion was near and they laughed and positioned themselves to catch the hot come. He felt himself shooting, one stream after another, and felt the girls moving to catch it all. They licked him clean, getting every drop, even sharing some in a deep kiss. The night was everything David had hoped for. As he drifted off, he heard the girls giggling and saying they had just begun.

To Be Continued...



My New Castle Ch. 8



David was having quite a dream. He was the object of loving that men dreamed about often but rarely received. He actually was doing very little and the woman with him continued to moan and call his name. He was a Dream Stud! Slowly he began to wake. As reality set in, David remembered what had caused his dream. He had just spent hours in Everyman's fantasy, with two beautiful, sensual women. He slowly returned to wakefulness, only to hear the moaning continue. He opened his eyes. Beside him, lit by the golden firelight, were Rebecca and Kat, wrapped tightly together. Somehow, he had moved to the far left of the bed, leaving them with the huge area to play in. David settled into his pillow to watch the ladies at play. He could already feel the heat gathering in his groin and fought the urge to touch himself.

The women were kissing, softly playing with each other. Tongues were washing over lips, probing and licking. They were looking into each other's eyes and smiling, their long, dainty fingers moving slowly over golden skin.

Rebecca had tasted Kat on David's mouth and it reminded her of Kat's delicious pussy and awakened the desire to taste her again. She pushed Kat back on the pillows and began to make love to her slender body. As she kissed her succulent mouth, Rebecca slid her hand over her shoulder and down her arm, ending with her small hand snuggled into Kat's larger one. She lay nearly atop Kat, kissing her face and chin, sliding her tongue along Kat's cheek to her ear. She circled her ear, gently sucking the earlobe into her hungry mouth. Kat moaned and closed her eyes. reveling in the pleasurable feelings. Rebecca's mouth continued down Kat's elegant neck, nuzzling her chest, never actually touching her breasts. She knew from experience that Kat liked the sensations to build and to hold out the best for last. Rebecca buried her face between Kat's small, firm breasts and made love to the tender skin there, licking and nipping at the soft slopes. She traced along under each breast with her tongue, circling the breasts and wetting them slowly. In concentric circles, she made her way to the pretty pink nipples standing so tall. 

They were bumply and hard. One flick of the tongue caused Kat to cry out. She had been waiting, barely breathing, for Rebecca to reach her aching nipples. Now Becca enclosed the nipple in her mouth, sucking it in deeply. Most men didn't know how much better it felt for the entire nipple to be sucked, they just went for the obvious. But Becca knew how much and how powerfully to nurse on this nipple and was rewarded by Kat's cries and arched back. Kat's long fingers were enlaced in Becca's hair, pulling her even closer. Becca closed her eyes and lost herself in the nursing of this magnificent nipple, feeling the ache in her own pussy. Finally, Kat encouraged Becca to take the other nipple, to repeat the sensual laving. Becca reluctantly let the right nipple pop from her mouth and moved to the left, immediately suckling it with all her desire. Their bodies were pressed together, legs between the other, thighs tightly against pussy lips, but the ache only became stronger.

Becca finally released the second nipple, but continued to massage them with her fingers, occasionally scratching them, causing Kat to squeal with pleasure.

Now Becca moved down her friend's body. She licked her flat tummy, dwelling in her indented belly button, teasing it with a slow fucking motion. Her lips kissed the tight skin, sliding up and down the angular pelvic bones, making the skin slick and shiny in the firelight. 

David was entranced. This is what he wanted. To see his lover being sexual with someone else and allowing him to watch. Somehow, it didn't bother him that she was making love with a woman, he did not feel threatened or jealous. He felt only lust, like he had never felt before. His cock was bobbing hungrily, precome was pouring down his hard shaft. He whimsically thought of it as a coolant, but his cock was burning, his desire almost making him irrational. He tried to calm down, thought about work and baseball and weather, only to be jolted back into the moment by the sighs and moans of these two wanton women. 

When he returned to watching, Becca was poised between Kat's legs. Her long, dark hair was almost a curtain, shielding Kat from prying eyes. As if reading his mind, Kat reached down and pulled Becca's hair back and out of the way, allowing David an unobstructed view of his lover, making love to Kat's smooth pussy. First, she just moved her face close to the shaved pussy, rubbing her cheek against the velvety skin and smiling. Then, very deliberately, she faced the mound and ran her nose up and down her slit, inhaling that special citrusy fragrance that was Kat.

David watched as her tongue snaked out, slowly licking the slit, moving up and down, burying herself deeper inside the pale pink with each move. He could see her tongue, sliding, licking. He could hear her inhaling and sighing with pleasure. Kat was lying quietly, her head turning from side to side, her fingers once again buried in Becca's hair, holding it back and encouraging her to stay there forever. Becca's small hand came up and she slid a tiny finger into Kat's depths. David could see Kat arch her hips, trying to swallow that finger into her pinkness. She was sighing, asking for more, begging really. So, Becca inserted another and then another. Soon all four of her little fingers were buried in Kat's hot pussy and her hand was moving up and down rhythmically. He could see her tongue stroking Kat's slit, sliding up and down, murmuring sweet words to Kat as she licked her delicious cunt. Then she stopped moving and David knew she was focusing on Kat's hard clit. She began sucking, slurping, strumming that clit, making Kat's hips dance against her face. He could hear Kat begging for release. He also heard the wonderful wet sound of Becca's fingers constant fucking of Kat's most private place. Becca was breathing hard as she continued to lick Kat, lapping at her pussy with enthusiasm and hunger. 

Becca had spread her legs over Kat's and was rubbing herself against her hard knee, feeling her clit being massaged through her curls. She was so excited. She knew David was awake and watching, and had seen his engorged cock in the firelight. She was enjoying renewing her sexual relationship with Kat and loved that David was right beside her, watching the seduction.

Becca felt a mild orgasm, one that just made her hungrier. She heard Kat's low growls and pleadings, begging for release. She renewed her play on Kat's sweet clit. She sucked it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, teasing the sensitive tiny cock. She could feel Kat's thighs locking around her, felt the absolute stillness that always preceded Kat's orgasms. Then she felt it. It started as a low rumble, a deep vibration. Kat called out Becca's name as her clit throbbed in Becca's mouth. Her pussy pushed against Becca's face, first with force, then slower and softer. Becca held on for the entire ride. Her hands were on Kat's hips, holding her close, feeling her excitement.

As Kat calmed, Becca made tiny laps of the sweet pussy, just softly loving it now. Kat liked being gentled after sex, liked being held and still touched. Becca moved up until their faces matched. They kissed each other sweetly, almost giggling with joy. 

Both turned to David, with his engorged cock standing so proudly, and said, in unison, "Your turn!"

To Be Continued... 



My New Client



I'd been looking forward to a quiet day in the office, with no meetings and a chance to catch up with the pile of papers that had been gathering dust on my desk over the previous few weeks. The first few weeks of the year are always busy, and this year was no exception. I had spent the last few weeks rushing from one meeting to another, travelling all over the place, barely having time to catch my breath. But now, at last, I had a chance to catch up.

So, when the phone rang and my receptionist asked if I could talk to a potential new client, a lady, my first thought was to ask for the call to be put through to one of my less pressured colleagues. But when I was told that she'd already tried that, I knew that I had to take the call.

And I'm glad I did. And this is why.

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Her name was Holly -- and the business she had started a year or so ago with her best friend was in trouble. The problem with the business wasn't financial, but was all about the two of them having fallen out in a big way. She had told me this on the phone, speaking in a rush, as if she wanted to get it off her chest, her voice sounding breathless and slightly husky.

As soon as she had told me, I had mentally sighed. So often these cases left no winners behind, only losers. It must be the accountant's equivalent of being a divorce lawyer! I listened to her for a while longer, sympathising with her, and then explained that the best way to help her would be to meet with her, and go through the issues and how they might be sorted out. She sounded so relieved, and happy that I could help her, that I agreed to meet her an hour later.

I didn't think much more about it as I worked through some correspondence, reviewed some accounts, fielded a dozen questions from staff, and generally tried to catch up with my much neglected Inbox. The meeting totally slipped my mind until the phone went again an hour later, and I was told that Holly was waiting in reception for me.

I quickly put the tie that I'd discarded earlier back on, grabbed my jacket off the back of the door, and headed downstairs. I dropped my usual notepad off in the meeting room we'd be using, and then made my way back along the corridor to our reception area. I stepped into reception -- and stood staring.........

She wasn't by any means beautiful, but she had a way, a look, about her that made her more than that, that took your breath away. She stood up confidently as I stepped towards her, fervently hoping that I hadn't stood frozen, staring at her, for as long as it had felt. Her hand was warm and small, her grip firm and just a little sensual. Or was it just my imagination running riot?

She was tall, maybe only three or four inches shorter than my six feet. She was younger than I had imagined -- I found out later that she was twenty three, almost half my age! Her light brown hair was long, hanging around her shoulders, with some stray bits pushed back behind her ears to keep it way from her face.

Her eyes were a startling green, bright and alert, her nose pert and sprinkled with freckles beneath her light covering of makeup. Her mouth was wide, her generous lips painted pale red with lipstick. She looked naïve and vulnerable, but confident all at the same time

"Hi," she said in the same breathlessly husky voice as she looked me openly and frankly up and down, "I'm Holly."

"Steve," I told her, my voice catching much to the amusement of my receptionist, before adding lamely, "It's lovely to meet you."

I led the way back down the corridor towards the meeting room, catching a few envious glances from the colleagues I passed on the way, their eyes on Holly even as they nodded to me. I stopped at the last but one door, pausing to hold it open to let Holly enter first. As she passed me, I caught a faint hint of her perfume. I watched as she crossed the room to the round table and put her bag down.

She was wearing a cream jacket that hugged her slender frame, pinching in at the waist before flaring out at her hips. Her black skirt followed the soft curves of her ass, before finishing a few inches above her knees, the rest of her shapely legs covered in sheer black nylon.

I quickly stepped forward and helped her with her jacket as she started to take it off, catching the smell of her perfume again as I stood close behind her. I hung her jacket on the back of a spare chair as she turned to thank me. I could see now that under her jacket she was wearing a white round neck top that seemed to cling to her, but which was partially hidden by a short black vee neck cardigan that was tied off just below her pert breasts.

She smiled a delicious smile of thanks, flashing her small white teeth as she sat down, watching me as I took my jacket off and hung it on the back of my chair, and then rolled my shirt sleeves up a little as was my habit at meetings. 

We chatted for a few minutes as I tried to make sure that Holly was relaxed. I enjoyed her company immediately -- something which isn't always the case the first time I meet a new client. I even ended up confessing that my first serious girlfriend had been called Holly.

"That must have been a few years ago," she teased, a lovely twinkle in her eye as she reached over and touched my hand. 

With a laugh, we got down to business - and Holly began to tell me all about her problems.

She spoke quickly, again as if she wanted to get everything off her chest as fast as she could. She had started the business with her best friend Becky a little over a year ago. At first, everything had gone well, the business had grown, they had got some good customers on board, recruitment -- which is what they were doing -- was in a bit of a boom period.

But then differences had started to creep in between them - small things at first, often petty things, until they found out the hard way what I'd seen so often before -- best friends don't always make the best business partners.

As Holly told me the whole story, I sympathised at the right times, took some notes, but generally let her talk as much as she wanted. I smiled at her encouragingly if she faltered, until at least she was finished. The trouble was, I didn't want her to stop - I couldn't take my eyes off her as she spoke. Her face was so animated, her eyes so bright. I found myself distracted by the way her mouth moved, by the open way she looked at me.

As she finished, I shook my head, feeling a bit silly. I gathered my thoughts, looking down at my notes, conscious of her looking at me. When I looked back up, she was looking at me almost appealingly, her naive expression almost asking "was that okay?"

"I don't see how you can go back to where you were," I ventured, "it just seems so bad between the two of you."

"I know," she almost sobbed, her eyes filling up as she looked at me, "I just want a chance to be friends again, but I need the business, I enjoy it too much to lose it know."

I leant forward, and before I knew it I was taking her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. In that moment I froze, wondering what on earth I was doing taking this young girls hand. Trying not to panic, I pulled my hand back, mumbling that she had a number of choices.

For the next half an hour, I ran through the choices she had, all of the time trying not to think about how I had taken her hand in mine, how I had been so indiscrete, so unprofessional. As we talked, more details tumbled out, details she had forgotten -- or hadn't meant to tell me.

"She even tried to blackmail me."

I looked up, and knew straight away from her expression that Holly hadn't meant to tell me that.

"How, what about?" I enquired hesitantly, not sure that I really wanted to know. 

For a moment Holly looked embarrassed. She stared at her hands, as if she was trying to make up her mind about something.

"If I'm going to be able to help, its best I know everything," I told her, "no secrets."

"She said that she'd ring my Dad."

I looked at her as to say "so what?" But before I could speak, she continued.

"And tell him things she thought I wouldn't want him to know."

"What sort of things?" I enquired, still assuming that they related to the business as she had already said that her Dad had invested in the company, but the expression on Holly's face as she looked up at me told me that I was way off the mark. I was about to tell her to stop when she spoke again, her eyes on mine.

"About me and Becky .... about what we did ... the two of us .... together ...."

Although she mumbled, I could hear what she was saying very clearly.

"What sorts of things," I asked, realising the stupidity of my question immediately as she continued.

"It only happened once ... when we were drunk .... we .... we ...."

"It's okay," I told her, "You don't need to go on, I think I know what you mean."

I'm not sure I did, but my mind was running away with itself, pictures of Holly and Becky, who I could only imagine, rushing through my mind. She looked at me, both of us feeling a little uncomfortable. 

"I don't regret it though," she added quietly.

I could hardly believe my ears.

"Just thinking about it makes me ... well I'm sure you can guess."

This time she realised that she may have said too much, and blushed furiously.

"You should see what it's done to me!" I tried to joke, not realising what I was saying until the words were hanging heavily between us.

For what seemed a long time, there was total silence, almost a shocked silence, in the room as we stared at each other. And then Holly spoke.

"Show me!"

I sat stunned as her words sank in, not quite comprehending what I was hearing. 

"I said show me!"

This time there was no doubting her meaning. I looked at her. She looked back, challenging me, daring me, the desire her eyes mirroring mine.

I stood up slowly, her eyes on me, mine on hers. As I stepped towards her, she swung her legs around so that she was sat sideways on her chair. I saw her pressing her legs, her thighs, tightly together.

I stepped in front of her, my bulging cock clearly outlined against my trousers. She stared at the bulge for a few long seconds, not moving apart from when the pink tip of her tongue flicked across her lips. I looked down as she reached out, moaning as her fingers pressed against my cock, hot despite the clothes between us. She pressed the palm of her hand against my length, moaning as she felt my size, my hardness. She pulled her hand away and looked up at me, her eyes bright with lust.

"Show me," she repeated.

I hesitated for just a second, suddenly aware of how public the room was, how people were moving about further down the corridor, of the small, glass security panel in the door. And I didn't care. I undid my belt quickly, and then my trousers, letting them slip onto my hips. My cock was pressing against my boxers, looking for a way out, a wet patch of pre cum already appearing.

Before I could go any further, Holly reached out again, her hands sliding up my shirt and onto my belly. I gave a silent thank you for the time I'd spent in the gym trying to keep in shape as she pressed the flats of her hands against my belly for a moment before sliding them downwards. She twisted her hands as they moved downwards, and deftly tugged my boxers down.

My cock sprung free, thick and hard and leaking pre cum. Holly stared for a moment as my cock bobbed on front of her, taking in the sight of my hardness, of my tight balls. I couldn't remember when I'd last felt so excited, so full of lust.

Holly leant forward, her tongue flicking out to catch a bead of pre cum as it leaked from my cock, only to be replaced with another. She sat back a little, watching as the new bead of pre cum formed into a drip at the tip of my cock.

"I really enjoyed being with Becky," Holly murmured, almost to herself, "but I love cock...."

With that, she dropped to her knees in front of me. She reached out and touched me for the first time, her hand hot on my cock. I watched as she wrapped her fingers around me, noticing her red painted finger nails for the first time. Her fingers barely reached around my shaft as she slid her hand slowly towards me, peeling my skin back as she reached for my balls with her other hand.

She cupped my balls, caressing them gently as she stroked me slowly, as I moaned quietly. She leant forward, taking me slowly into her mouth, her lips sliding down my shaft as I moved to meet her. She pulled her head back, then slipped forward again, her tongue lashing across my cock head as her teeth grated lightly along my shaft. Sitting back again, she stared at my cock as it bobbed in front of her, wet from her mouth, streaks of lipstick along my shaft.

Holly looked up at me and then reached for my trousers and boxers, tugging them down further. She ran her hands up and down my thighs, feeling the muscles before pulling my trousers and boxers down and off, my shoes and socks disappearing with them until I was stood naked from the waist down, my cock pointing straight at her. She reached forward, putting her hands on my hips and pulling me to her, her hands sliding around onto my ass as I sank my cock deep, deep into her hot mouth.

I gasped as she pulled me tighter, as her finger nails dug into my cheeks, as she sucked me hard, my cock as deep inside her mouth as I could reach. Then it was Holly's turn to gasp, this time for air as she released my cock for a moment before sucking me again. This time I stayed in her mouth for longer, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked me, as her hand moved along my shaft.

I rested my hands on her head, feeling her soft hair as my cock grew even harder, as this beautiful woman reached for my balls again. I could feel my cum rising -- but so did Holly, who teasingly slowed down before letting my cock fall from her mouth.

She looked up at me again, her eyes locked on mine as she twisted her head a little and moved my cock sideways. Slowly, she licked along my shaft, licking every part of me, the tip of her tongue sending shockwaves through me as my balls tightened in her hand.

She pushed my cock up against my belly, and then licked me again, her tongue moving slowly from my balls to the very tip, and then back down again. She licked across my balls, and then probed lower, her tongue darting as far as she could reach as she pulled my cock upwards. She sucked my balls into her mouth, one at a time, rolling them with her tongue, our moans echoing around the room.

With a groan, I reached for her head again, pushing my cock back into her wet and willing mouth. I plunged my cock into her, my fingers entwined in her hair as I began to fuck her mouth, my hips thrusting forward to meet her bobbing head. It was only her hand on my shaft that stopped me from driving my cock down her throat, her hand that stroked in time to my thrusting hips, in time to her sucking mouth.

I heard a noise in the corridor outside, and started to twist my head in alarm, to see what was happening, a sudden panic setting in. But Holly pulled my cock harder, sucked harder, her hand straying from my balls to reach between my legs, feeling, probing. I eased my legs apart, everything forgotten again apart from the amazing sensations crashing through my body.

With a groan, my cum erupted from my cock, driven by my ever tightening balls, by Holly's finger slipping into my ass. She clamped her lips around me, sucking hungrily as my cum pumped into her mouth. Her hands moved around onto my ass, her fingernails digging into me as she pulled me closer, as my cock filled her mouth, as she sucked every last drop of my cum from me.

For what seemed like several minutes, but which as probably only a few seconds, she knelt with her face pressed to me, my cock still in her mouth, her tongue sliding across my cock head. Then she sat back, my semi erect cock slipping wetly from her mouth as she looked up at me, a delicious grin on her face.

She stood up and stepped close to me, her hand reaching for my cock as her tongue swarmed into my mouth, sharing the taste, the feel, of my cum with me. That first kiss went on for a long time, our lips crushed together, our tongues exploring. As we kissed, she tugged at my tie, throwing it to one side, before undoing my shirt. Her fingers scratched across my chest and belly, sending shivers through me.

When we eventually broke our kiss, she stepped back, her ass resting on the edge of the table, her eyes on mine.

"My turn," she murmured, as she lay back and drew her legs up.

She was lying flat on the table, her heels resting on the edge. As I watched, her skirt slid slowly down her thighs. My cock jerked as she moved her knees further apart, as I caught my first glimpse of her soft thighs above her hold up stockings, of her plump, panty covered mound. I watched as she tugged at the tie holding her cardigan together, as she pulled the two sides apart and arched her back, pushing her breasts upwards, the round swell of her breasts and her erect nipples now clearly outlined.

As she cupped her own breasts through her top, I dropped to the floor, not caring that I was naked apart from my shirt, oblivious to what was happening outside of the room. I found out that she was wearing a thong as I slid my hands under her ass, as I pulled her towards me, her naked flesh hot to touch. Her skirt slid up further, and was around her waist by the time her feet where on my shoulders -- and her mound inches from my face.

Her thong was a pale peach colour, her mound barely hidden by the lace that covered it. I could see the wet patch of her own desire, her lips pressing against the thin material. I leant forward and kissed her mound, tasting a hint of her pussy, her juices. I poked my tongue at her clit and pussy through her thong, feeling her move beneath me, pushing her mound towards me.

I turned my head and kissed the inside of her thigh, nibbling and kissing quickly along the tender flesh, first one side and then the other. Holly moaned as my mouth moved between her pussy and her legs, teasing her, her ass lifting off the table as she sought some relief. 

After a couple of minutes, I sat back of my heels and looked up at Holly's face. It was flushed with desire, her eyes bright, a thin film of moisture along her top lip. I slid my hands back under her ass and tugged at her thong, her pussy disappearing from view as she moved her legs together, and then apart again as I swept her thong away and dropped them on the floor. She let her legs fall apart again -- and I stared at her perfect looking pussy. 

Her neatly trimmed, brown hair, already curly with her dampness, did nothing to hide her clit and pussy. Her clit was stood up, eager for attention. Her narrow pussy lips were red and engorged, her juices running between then. As I stared down, Holly pulled her legs back further, exposing her tight puckered hole to me, exposing everything.

With a moan that echoed around the room, I buried my head between her legs, plunging my tongue into her pussy as she grabbed my head, as she pushed her ass up off the table. I drove my tongue as deep inside her as I could, sucking her, kissing her, her body rocking under me as she rubbed herself against me. With a gasp she came, her juices flowing into my mouth as she clamped her thighs tighter around my head.

I licked and sucked and kissed her, feeling her legs relax against me, her hands releasing their grip on my head. Slowly, I licked along the line of her pussy, my tongue tracing her tight little lips until I reached her clit. I tickled her clit with the tip of my tongue, teasing the rubbery nub of flesh from side to side, enjoying the soft moans of pleasure as Holly relaxed under me, both of us oblivious to where we were.

I licked her again, slowly moving from her clit to her pussy, and then lower, teasing the tight, sensitive skin between her pussy and her ass, before flicking my tongue across the sensitive ridges of flesh around her rosebud as she pulled her legs back again. As she moaned and wriggled, I moved again, licking and kissing my way back to her gorgeously erect clit.




My New Client



I sucked gently on Holly's clit before nibbling it lightly, before sucking her again. I flicked my tongue across her rubbery erection, learning what she wanted, what she needed. I settled down into a steady rhythm, licking her clit, occasionally stopping to suck on her rubbery flesh. 

Holly moved under me, her back arching as she reached out behind her to grasp the edges of the table, her breasts thrust upwards, her swollen nipples poking at the thin material of her top. I slid a hand up onto her belly, feeling her hard muscle, her soft flesh, as I reached up for her breasts.

I groaned against her pussy as I found out that she wasn't wearing a bra, as I felt the firmness of her breasts, the hardness of her nipples, in my hands for the first time. She pushed her body up to meet my searching fingers as I sought out her nipples, tugging and pinching first one and then the other, all the time concentrating my tongue on her clit.

I reached under her with my other hand, caressing her ass before bringing it back around to her pussy. As I caressed her cit with my tongue, I eased a finger into Holly's pussy, reaching for her most sensitive spot as I rocked her clit from side to side.

For the next few minutes, I teased her nipples with one hand, while rubbing inside her pussy with the other, all the time keeping my tongue moving across her clit, my tongue and fingers moving to a perfect rhythm, the rhythm that had Holly wriggling under my touch as she moaning softly.

This time her orgasm built slowly, her belly rippling as her pleasure grew, as she tensed and relaxed. Her thighs pressed tighter around me again, her feet drumming on my back as she moved, as her body rocked to the pleasure crashing through her. She clamped a hand over her mouth as she cried out, as she sobbed with pleasure. I fingered her pussy and licked her clit, never stopping as her climax powered through her, as she jerked her head from side to side, her mouth hanging loose.

I breathed in her aroma, and drank her juices as they flooded from her, as she pressed herself to me, as we held each other tight.

I eased my finger out of her pussy, sliding my hand inside her top to cup both her breasts, her hands on top of mine, just thin material between us as I licked her clit softly, teasing her down from her high. I kissed her pussy, her mound, her clit, savouring the taste and feel of this gorgeous young woman.

Slowly, I eased back from her, pulling her up as she held her hands out to me. We kissed, this sharing the taste of her juices as our tongues slipped and danced across each other. I eased her top up, taking in the sight of her breasts for the first time. I caressed her as she sat up straight, pushing her breasts out to meet my eager hands. They were fuller than I had imagined, firm and rounded. I dipped my head and sucked on her nipples, one at a time, and then both together as she pressed her breasts together.

She reached for my cock, stroking along my shaft. I glanced down, surprising myself by how hard, how ready, I was.

"Fuck me," she whispered, "Fuck me hard ...."

With that, she eased her ass off the table and stood up, kissed me quickly, and turned around to lie across the table, her ass in the air, pointing at me. She looked over her shoulder - and my cock jerked wildly as she gave me the sexiest, the most sensual, look I have ever seen.

"Fuck me," she hissed.

She reached for the edges of the table, holding onto them as she arched her back and raised her ass and pussy, as if she was offering them to me. Her skirt had slipped down, hiding the top half of her ass. I flipped her skirt back up so that it was again bunched around her waist. I drank in the sight of her naked ass for the first time, of her firm, beautifully shaped cheeks. She pushed her ass up again, and wiggled an invitation to me to fuck her.

All this took seconds, but it seemed longer as I savoured the sight of her before stepping forward and grabbing her hips. As I pulled her towards my jerking cock, her legs fell further apart, revealing her puckered ass, already slick with her juices. Below it, her pussy was wet and inviting, begging for my attention, for my cock.

I drove my cock into her easily, her pussy stretching around me as she moaned and pressed back against me, her body spread across the table in front of me. I pushed my cock into her slowly, not stopping until my balls rested against her, until I was buried as deep inside her as I could be. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed around me, holding me tight, her hot wetness moulded to every vein, every contour, every ridge of my cock.

I eased out of her a few inches, and then plunged back inside her, holding still for a few seconds before easing out a little further and doing the same again. I fucked her like this, easing out a little further each time until just the tip of my cock was inside her. Holly writhed against me until I reached under her for her breasts -- and drove my cock deep inside her. And then I began to fuck her again.

I fucked her hard - hard and deep and fast. Her juices squelched around my pumping cock as I squeezed her breasts, her knuckles white as she clung onto the table. My balls slapped nosily against her, her juices leaking onto the table as I plunged my cock into her. I slid my hands back down her body and held her hips, pumping into her even harder as the cum boiled in my balls.

I watched Holly's hips undulating and her ass clenching as I fucked her, as she squeezed her pussy around my cock, her puckered rosebud winking at me. Her body tensed for a second, and then she cried out, not caring who heard her as she came again. Without warning, I slid the tip of my finger into her ass, pressing down against my cock as she bucked against me, as I reached under her to rub her clit.

Her climax seemed to last ages, as my cock and fingers stayed embedded inside her, as I toyed with her deliciously rubbery clit. When she sagged against the table, I held her hips again and fucked her wildly, her body seeming almost limp in my hands as she cried out until my cum erupted inside her.

My cum poured into her, filling her as I held my pumping cock deep inside her, mixing with her juices as her pussy pulsed around me. She let go of the table with one hand and slid it under her, reaching for my balls and rubbing them against her pussy, smearing her juices against me. I leant forward and pressed my body to hers, feeling her heat as I kissed her neck until my cock slipped slowly from her.

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All that happened last Thursday. We'd dressed quickly afterwards, both of us suddenly very aware of the noises around us. We kissed before we left the room, and then -- much to my receptionist's amusement -- Holly gave me another kiss on the cheek as she left, promising to ring me with an update once she'd spoken to Becky, a wonderful twinkle in her eye. How I kept a straight face, I'll never know.

Now it's Monday. For the last few days, every time I've thought about Holly my head has been filled with images of her gorgeous body, of what we did together. I've wondered if it was all a dream, whether she will ring again.

But she has - moments ago. She said that she needs to update me on what's happened with her business over the last few days. She'll be here shortly. My receptionist has just phoned as well, to say that all of the meeting rooms are booked out, and would I mind using my own office to see Holly.

My own office - the one with the lock on the door, and the big, wide desk. I wonder..... 

THE END



My New Computer



This is a true story that happened awhile back so the technical side of it is a little dated.

I had finished setting up my shiny new computer and was very excited about all the fun I was going to have surfing the web. My old computer was given to me and stopped working a few weeks later, so I had ordered a new one. I emailed all my friends so they would know I was online and ready to go. I started surfing the web and was amazed at all the information that was available for any topic I could think of. I had installed Netscape and found I could get an AOL instant message account for free, so naturally, I was thrilled to try it out.

I found after I logged in I could put the first part of an AOL email address in and could see if that person was online or not. My cousin was the first one I selected and she was totally surprised when the little window popped up and she saw my IM.

The IM feature really blew me away. I could contact someone directly and talk to them on my computer. I found another email with an AOL address and he was online, so I punched it in and waited. He recognized my email name (mbf) and replied back.

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bedman426: is that you? 

mbf: yes it's me

mbf: what are you doing?

bedman426: sending some flowers out

mbf: a hot girl?

bedman426: no....to my mother inlaw...it's her birthday

mbf: i thought you were sending them to a hot girlfriend

bedman426: i am married 

mbf: yeah yeah yeah... haha

bedman426: i have to go over to her house for dinner since it is her birthday. and to keep peace. if you know what i mean

mbf: yeah...i do know what you mean. doing family stuff......that you have to do.... is not a whole lot of fun

bedman426: i would rather be somewhere else if i had my choice

mbf: like where?

bedman426: in bed with you of course

mbf: (my heart did flip flops) you're a married man 

bedman426: yeah yeah yeah...hahaha

bedman426: still...........

mbf: would we be sleeping?

bedman426: definitely NOT

mbf: what would we be doing?

bedman426: i think you know.....

mbf: oh i do....i do

mbf: for all the times we were in bed together over the years and all the hot sex we had.....what was the wildest...and hottest....time for you?

bedman426: maybe the time we were up in the mountains by the tram. i remember being freaked out... you know me....mister conservative. we were close by the trail where anyone could have seen us when you started slowly kissing me and rubbing my crotch. i couldn't believe how hard i was getting as you kissed me and slipped your tongue in my mouth. then as you were rubbing me you unfastened my belt and pulled my shorts down and ever so slowly started licking and sucking me. i thought I saw someone coming up the trail but it was me that was cumming. i remember just as i started cumming you sucked me all the way down and held me deep in your throat as i shot my creamy load....shot after shot....and you swallowed it all.

mbf: that WAS fun wasn't it?

bedman426: it was the hardest i had ever cum...then i remember you pulled your top and bra off and i was behind you and i reached around and ran my fingertips around and under your tits... pulling and lightly pinching the nipples that were rock hard and begging to be sucked. i removed your shorts and was blown away you weren't wearing panties as you were standing stark naked in front of me....not fifteen feet from the trail. my tongue couldn't wait to start licking your ass cheeks lightly as you moaned and bent over enough so i could get to that wonderful hot wet place that i knew so well. i ran my tongue between your ass cheeks and slowly descended to your tight little puckered hole staying there only long enough to get a fast little sigh from you. downward to that wet hot pussy my tongue probed as you were moaning louder. then i stood up and took off my shirt and you told me to get all our clothes and lay them out on the ground so we could use them to lay down on. you laid me on my back and kneeled between my legs and started a really great dick sucking. after getting me good and hard again you got up and squatted above me slowly stroking my hard rod into that wonderfully wet pussy. that was when someone DID come up the trail...(remember?). i could see it was a guy and a girl....i could feel my dick going soft at the thought of getting caught. you kind of giggled and laid down flat on me and started kissing me...probably to shut me up......whispering that if we didn't move or make any sound that they would probably not see us. coming up the trail it looked like they would be walking right up to where we were. luckily we were kind of behind some bushes but not completely out of sight. they were talking and laughing and went on by...whether they saw us we'll never know. you started laughing and grinding your hot pussy on my dick getting it nice and hard again. it's great to be 24 and be able to recover fast. you told me to get up...and as i did you got down on all fours and said i had better finish you off before someone else came along hahah. i got behind you and rubbed my dick up and down the slick wet slit that was before me and in one thrust slammed it all the way in. i pumped in and out as fast as i could. you were pushing back and telling me to give it to you harder...faster... as you were ready to come. i slammed you harder and harder and could feel your pussy getting tighter and knew you were coming when you pushed back hard one last time slamming my dick all the way in and kept it there until your orgasm subsided. then with a whimper dropped your head down and laid down on your stomach. i didn't come that time but i didn't care because i knew.....as there had been.....that there would be another time.

mbf: i love it when you talk dirty. i never told you before but being there where we were near the trail while i was giving you that blow job made me SO horney that i had an orgasm when the first shot of your cum hit the back of my throat.

bedman426: really? wow......i don't doubt it though because you were always hot and wanting to have sex

mbf: well you know me...haha

bedman426: i do......and i know i would like to be kissing and licking my way up your legs and.......

mbf: and what?

bedman426: you know what

mbf: i do....but don't tease me.....

bedman426: you love being teased...

mbf: i know.....especially by your tongue......on and in my wet spot

bedman426: remember in phoenix......the first week we were together and your birthday was coming up so that couple from work gave you a bottle of champaign. we took a bubble bath together with candles and drank the champaign. 

mbf:yes.....that was wonderful

bedman426: do you remember the night before...our first time....i was young and inexperienced in the ways of sex. i remember it was the first time we were kissing and touching. since you were staying at my condo you were wearing a purple (your favorite color) short robe that zipped up the middle. I was wearing just some old pj bottoms. i didn't have any living room furniture yet and we were sitting on the floor talking and drinking. one thing led to another and we started kissing and feeling each other. i was shyly rubbing your tits through your robe as we kissed and both of us was breathing a little more rapid. i remember being very clumbsy so you sat up and grabbed the zipper of your robe and as you pulled it down i could see your hand shaking a little. i asked if you were ok with this and you said that you were fine......just excited. i helped pull the robe down off your shoulders and was greeted with the sight of those beautiful full firm breasts.........i felt light headed. you stood up and let your robe fall completely off . i was breathless looking at your hot body as you laid down and pulled me down for a kiss. we kissed deep and passionate and i could feel myself getting hard. as our kiss broke i really didn't know what i was doing so i took my fingers and made little circles starting at your tits and working my way down your stomach slowly towards that triangle between your legs. you were breathing even harder now as my fingers lightly touched tour clit.........i could hear you let out a gasp of air. i inexpertly rubbed around your pussy lips and slid my finger up and down you wet slit....then i slipped a finger a little ways into you.....it felt nice and warm and you pushed your hips up a little so i knew I was doing something ok. i kept rubbing your pussy not sure what to do next. i didn't want to just jump on you and stick it in. you being the old pro whispered to me the student to take my tongue and lick that same area. i had never tasted a woman there before since i had been with only one girl before in sweeden but was eager to try and please you. so i started licking and sucking and you told me where and how soft or hard to lick and suck and i was becoming a good student. then you pushed me down and slid your hand down and touched my dick. i jumped at the touch and we looked at each other and laughed. then you said relax .....you are gonna love this. you had my dick in your hand stroking it back and forth then all of a sudden you put the head in your mouth and i almost passed out. 

i was experiencing my first blow job. you sucked it in and out and did some funny thing with your tongue that felt great...too great as i quickly started to cum. i couldn't believe it when you swallowed all the cum I was shooting as there was a lot built up. we drank some of our drink for awhile and talked when you said it was my turn. you laid back and spread your legs and told me to do the same thing i did before....except do it longer. so i did....i licked and sucked and did as you said till i felt you tense up and i tasted some different juice that was sweet and good. you then noticed that i was hard again and told me get that hard cock and fuck you as hard as i could. i remember we rocked back and forth for a bit then you said to really slam it in. i pushed my hard dick in and out as fast and hard as i could till we both couldn't go any more and i was limp. my initiation into REAL sex with an older woman.

mbf: yeah i remember and wow so do you.....what do you mean OLD pro.....OLDER woman....i'm only five years older than you

bedman426: i didn't mean it as OLD as in being old...i meant it as a compliment as in being more experienced.

mbf: yeah...well.... in all the times we fucked i never heard you complain.

bedman426: that's because i never had any complaints......i had a great teacher with no inhibitions. you would do anything....and... taught me how to do anything and everything. i loved it.

bedman426: or the great times we had when i opened up and started managing the huston office. we would be in the pool at night at the apartment and you would make me take off my swim trunks and have sex right in the pool and the jaccuzzi. or the times when we had the really great deserts....i would buy some redi-whip and put it on your tits and pussy and then lick and suck it all off. then you would do me.......then we would have sex sometimes 3 or 4 times the rest of the night.

mbf: i always loved a good desert. how about when we went to the convention in cancuun. 

bedman426: yeah that was great. the best part was that your roommate that they had picked for you didn't show. i didn't think i could do it 2...3....4 times a day for a week. but then again.....that is what hot pussy does for you. after I got back i didn't even want to think about sex for days

mbf: poor thing.........looks like you recovered ok since we fucked like you had never seen it before for a long time after

bedman426: yeah I recovered........and like I said before....it's been a little while now and I would really love to have my head between those nice thighs right now making you scream.

mbf: mmm.....that would be great but I am here and you are there in huston

bedman426: I have lots and lots of air miles so just tell me when and where and I'll take you.

mbf: that's sounds tempting...maybe Hawaii.....I'll let you know. right now I better get going...got stuff to do.

bedman426: ok.....think about it and let me know. I can't wait to taste you. I love you

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I am sorry for the lack of punctuation and grammar, as this unfortunately is how most emails are written.

That is the end of this true story. This is the exact transcript of the online conversation of how I found out my wife had been fucking another guy. I pretended to be her online and got this dumb asshole, who was the son of her boss at the time, to tell me enough to end my marriage with my trusting wife. 

We had been married 29 years at the time in 1999 when I found all this out. She had started fucking him in Phoenix, where her company had an office, in 1981 when she was 26 and he was 21. At the time she started the affair, we had been married for nine years. All in all, as far as I know, she fucked him in four different states and in Mexico for at least ten years. I'm sure there were other men too. I had suspected her, but had no solid proof as to whom she was fucking. 

At the time of this email I think they had stopped seeing each other as he talked in the past tense. I think also he was trying to get her again by giving all the details of the sex he was writing about.

Interestingly enough I found out by accident, as I was just messing around with IM at the time. She had his email, which was an AOL account, so I was really just trying it out. When he said; "in bed with you of course" my heart DID flip-flops. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut and kicked me in the balls all at the same time. It took a minute to compose myself as I almost blacked out from being shocked, mad as hell, and completely brain fucked. As I got my head screwed back on, I knew from him saying what he did, he thought it was my wife he was talking to. As hard as it was, I just played him for all I could until my wife came home and I had to jump off the computer.

I have never really recovered from this ass fucking that I got from her and it has been quite awhile. So guys, if your wife goes out of town to work, look out! If you go out of town to work it could happen to you too! You will never see or hear the train coming!

From "a man with a loving wife". 



My New Couch



I watched your biceps bulge as you lifted the heavy couch. The strain of your arms made your veins pop out and sweat was beginning to form across your body. It was very sexy.

"All right miss", you said, setting the couch down and taking a step back from it. "Where do you want this?"

I could care less what you did with the couch. I wanted you in my bedroom. 

"Oh" I said, startled out of my daydream "over there against the wall will be fine."

Your ass in tight jeans looked amazing as you shoved the couch back where I had requested. If I had the room I could buy 10 more couches, just for 10 more days like this.

Your partner left to more stuff out of the truck and I flopped down on the couch. It was nice enough, light blue flowers against a dark blue background, and comfortable.

I ran my finger along the arm of the sofa, silently musing to myself what your strong body would feel like under my touch. Would your sweat taste slightly salty as I licked the back of your neck? My pussy was throbbing and I knew it was soaking wet.

I got up to make you some lemonade, hoping to clear my head and to get you to stay a little while longer. The slight knock on the wall next to the kitchen startled me.

"I'm sorry," you said, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"Oh, that's okay," I said laughing, "would you like some lemonade?"

"Sure. My buddy and I forgot one of your chairs back at the store so he went back to get it, I thought I would stay here with you and help you set your stuff up."

I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep the huge smile from spreading over my face. I had you alone for at least an hour, plenty of time to try out my new couch. I couldn't speak so I just nodded looking your right in your baby blue eyes.

We went back into the living room and I watched as you moved the chairs around and we discussed the best layout for my new furniture. I was standing behind you, watching your muscles pop our in your legs as you lifted the heavy furniture. You looked up and we caught our reflection in the mirror. 

Me: sandy bron hair, green eyes and round firm breasts.

You: dark cropped hair and blue eyes and perfect physique.

Our gaze locked and the tension in the room increased 200%.

You turned to face me an a tiny smile crept across my lips. I looked you up and down, make no effort to hide my desire. You came closer, your eyes scanning my body, lingering on my ling legs and slim waist.

"So," I whispered with your lips only inches from mine, "what do you think of my couch?"

You nodded and bent down, your kiss was strong but smooth, your tongue darted in and made love to my mouth. Your strong hand crept up my side, causing jolts of electricity throughout my body. You cupped my breast, kneaded it, teasing my ever hardening nipple. I moaned and reached down to grab your ass and pull you closer. I ground my pelvis against yours, holding you tight, wanting you badly.

You led me to the couch, sat me down and kneeled before me. I pulled off my shirt, exposing my bra-less tits. You began sucking and licking my hard nipples. My pussy was throbbing. I needed to be filled. I reached for you but you held me back. You pulled my shorts and g-string down over my tanned legs. You lightly kissed all around my white tan line, then began sucking and licking my clit. You were tongue fucking me like I had never thought possible. It felt so good and I came twice. But I needed more.

"I want your cock," I whispered. He looked up at me, a little startled.

"I want you," I said not caring about anything else. 

"I want you inside of me, please fuck me now."

You pulled down your pants and whipped out the thickest cock I had ever seen. OH YES, I thought to myself. You lied down on top of me and I guided you in. The first stroke was a little tight but then your were filling my pussy like no other man had ever done. Each pump hit my clit, filled my walls and sent me reeling in pleasure.

I reached around and dug my nails into your back as you continued to thrust and grind into my happy pussy. 

"Harder," I whispered. You jammed into me so hard I felt you wall the way in my stomach. You continued on like this as little beads of sweat dropped onto my lips. Every part of you tasted so good. Every stroke sent me to heaven and soon I was cumming, clawing at you and screaming. My orgasm shocked my body as tears flowed down my cheeks. I felt you pull out and could feel the hot stream of your jizz land on my tits. 

You flopped down on top of me, exhausted. I brushed a stray piece of hair out of your eyes and kissed you sweetly on the forehead. Well, I thought to myself, as our breathing began to regulate, I sure am glad I bought this new couch.